#my final is like my midterm and it took me a whole week to study for that one and now I have one fucking day left i'm gonna fail

[gremlinbehaviour]

so it turns out I'm fucking stupid

[pynkfairyheart]

pairings: Onyankopon x black reader

warnings: Jean slander, smut 18+

Need you

“And then the bitch scoffed and rolled her eyes like I didn't just apologize. I need to find a new place asap cause I swear next time she try me Imma fuck her up- “

“What I tell you bout cussing?” Ony’s deep voice filled the room, dark eyes piercing into yours as a warning.

“Anywaysss” You rolled your eyes, ignoring the side eye he was giving. “You’ve been awfully quiet since I came over. What’s going on?” You put your freshly manicured feet in his face.

“Nothing you’ve just been yapping the whole time.” He smirked.

“Rude” You gasped, nudging him with your toes.

“Nah I'm just chillin’. You know I like listening to you talk.” He shrugged, placing your legs into his lap. Lighting the blunt he just rolled, a cloud of smoke surrounding him as he took a hit.

“Whatever” You smiled as he passed it to you.

You and Ony often had moments like these, a smoke sesh usually spent with you talking about your week as he massaged your feet. Your relationship with Ony was…complicated. Ever since Sasha introduced you two, y'all were inseparable, constantly getting mistaken for a couple, and who could blame them?

Most thought this because Ony always had to be touching you, whether it was holding your hand, an arm around your shoulder, or a tight grip on your waist. However, for some, it was how you two would always disappear during the function. Claiming you were only talking, but the slight sheen on Ony’s lips and your slightly ruffled clothing told otherwise.

You weren’t quite friends with benefits. At least that's what you told yourselves. The whole ordeal just kinda happened. You were stressed over your midterms and Ony of course offered to help you study. Though after hours of reading flashcards and practice tests, you were still stressed and on the verge of tears when Ony offered another way to help you. That night you ended up with your legs in the air as Ony sucked the soul out of your pussy. Ever since then any inconvenience one had, the other would do their best to help relieve the stress. Your roommate upset you? Ony fed you long deep strokes, pampering you with soft kisses while he whispered in your ear. Ony was pissed that his supplier flaked on him? Ony would have the tightest grip on your hips as he drilled into you from behind, claiming the waves of your ass hypnotized him into forgetting what he was upset about. Some days neither of you needed an excuse. Some days you just craved each other.

Despite your unique relationship, you remained friends allowing the other to do what they pleased, though neither you nor Ony slept with or saw other people. Your dynamic was good and worked for both of you. That was until you started seeing Jean.

“You n that nigga Jean still fuckin around?” He broke the silence, waiting for your answer as your eyes met his.

“Ony” You groaned, the tight grip he had on your ankles preventing you from moving.

“What? I can’t ask you questions now?” He kissed his teeth, putting out the blunt.

“No, because any time you ask about Jean we end up getting into an argument and I’m really enjoying my time with you right now. So no, you cannot ask.”

“Whatever. I’m just tryna figure out when you gon stop playing in my face nd be with me instead of his bitchass.”

“Onyankopon '' You shrieked. You never understood why Ony hated Jean till a few weeks ago when Ony drunkenly confessed his feelings. At first, you thought he was joking but the look on his face told you otherwise. For a minute, you were happy. Ony was everything you had wanted in a boyfriend and you two had practically been in a relationship just without the labels. It wasn't till Jean texted you that you got upset. Why confess his feelings when you're finally in a relationship? Deciding it'd be best to forget about it, you put Ony to bed, hoping he'd also forget about his confession. Clearly, you were wrong.

“What? I don't understand what you see in him. He's annoying as fuck, and I'm pretty sure he has 4 brain cells. Maximum.” He rolled his eyes at the thought of Jean. “Why won't you give me a chance when I'm the one for you?”

“We've talked about this Ony.” You sighed. Conversations like these were becoming frequent and they were so tiring.

“No mama you've talked nd I've listened.” You thought about it, he wasn’t exactly wrong. Silently praying this wouldn't end up in an argument you gave him a chance.

“Okay. I'm listening.” You whispered.

“C’mere,” He released your ankles.

“Ony I’m not gonna-”

“[☆]” The dominance in his tone had you clenching around nothing.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you did as he told. The moment you sat on his lap you just knew how it was going to end.

“Why you with him instead of me? And don't feed me no bullshit” His large hands were rubbing up and down your thighs getting dangerously close to your pussy that desperately ached for him.

You tried and you tried but there wasn't any good reason as to why you were Jean. Sure he was cute but he had no idea how to make you feel special and overall just couldn't please you. In multiple ways. The main reason though was that he wasn’t Ony. He just asked first.

“I don't know, Ony” You finally sighed, looking everywhere but him.

Any discipline you had when it came to Ony vanished when his hand wrapped around your throat, the slight pressure on your carotid causing your brain to go fuzzy and your panties to get damp “Look at me”

“Be real. Please” Ony released his hold on your neck to grip your thighs.

“You had the longest opportunity to ask me to be with you but you never took the chance, yet when I'm finally in a relationship you suddenly wanna give up everything and take a chance to be with me and I feel like that’s not fair to me Ony.”

He rubbed his hands down his face with a sigh. “You're right.”

"I did have that opportunity and always hesitated. I always assumed it would be just you and me, that you wouldn't pursue other relationships because of our bond. Since the day we met, I've wanted you. I know this is unfair and I'm so sorry princess, but I can't ignore my feelings any longer. Jean can't possibly be the man you want, the man you deserve. But I can. I promise to take the chance if you just give me another opportunity, and I'll do everything in my power to make you proud. You’re my best friend, my favorite person in the whole universe and I'm determined to be the person you need. I love you [☆].”

“Ony” you huffed, feeling as if all air was being vacuumed out of your lungs at his confession.

“Please. Lemme show you how much I love you.” He whispered, closing the distance that separated you. “Please” He captured your lips, his usual sweet taste with a hint of spiciness from the weed clouding your thoughts. Oh, how you missed this. Missed him. The kiss was intimate and familiar, the passion growing with each second. Ony’s hands roamed your body, gripping the soft flesh of your thighs before traveling to your ass, taking pleasure in the soft moan you let out, and using the opportunity to slip his tongue past your lips. On instinct, your hips rocked down onto him.

“Fuck, baby. I missed you” He groaned, flipping you onto your back.

“Ony we can’t” You huffed, despite the wetness growing in between your thighs. God he looked so good. His muscles bulged as he took his shirt off, your eyes trailed down his torso, mouth watering at the prominent v-line peeking from his low sitting sweats.

“Do you want this? Yes, or no?” His tongue traced lazy patterns on your skin as he littered your neck with kisses.

“Ony I-”

“Yes or no [☆]?” He nipped on your earlobe, hand dipping below the waistband of your leggings.

“Fuck, Ony” his hand slipped beneath the thin fabric of your thong, fingers slipping through your folds. Gathering your arousal before circling your clit in tight circles. “Yes, please”

“Then shut up and lemme show you how much I love you” He murmured as he undressed you. Replacing his fingers with his tongue, he lapped at your folds like a starved man, his tongue repeatedly flicking your clit. “Missed you so fucking much. Don't ever give my pussy away again. You hear me?” He muttered, sliding two digits past your entrance. The action was easy with how wet you were.

“Ony” Your thighs threatened to close around his head.

“Answer me or I'm stopping” He slowed his movements, leaving you needy.

“It's yours. I'm yours pa, I promise” Your legs shook as he continued to give you slow strokes, the addition of another finger having you seeing stars. “O-Ony wait” You panted, attempting to push his head away but he refused to let up on your pussy, never wanting to stop till he and his couch were soaked in your essence as he lapped at your clit.

“Ony I’m so-fuck I'm so close” Your words encouraged him to speed up as he repeatedly hit the spongy spot of your walls. “Ony” Your walls clenched around his fingers, leaving little room for his fingers to continue as you reached your peak.

Despite your thighs tightening around his head he continued his assault on your pussy. It wasn't until he was finally satisfied with slurping up your arousal, that he pulled away pressing gentle kisses on your throbbing clit as he pulled his soaked fingers out of your walls.

“Missed you so much” He mumbled, giving you the nastiest kiss ever, your arousal all over his lower face.

“I missed you too”

“Yeah?” He grabbed your hips, positioning you on all fours.

“Ony” You whined, pout forming on your lips as you looked back. His dick standing tall now that it was no longer confined. God, please let me have feeling in my legs tomorrow.

“I know you ain't think I was done. You played in my face and let another nigga hit and think I'm not finna put you back in your place? Nah, both you and this pussy need a reminder of who you belong to” He slid his dick through your folds, your cream acting as lube.

“Matter a fact” He lined up at your entrance just as your phone started ringing ‘Jean baby’ flashing on the bright screen.

“Lemme show this nigga too.”

first time ever writing smut nd even though it was short it took me foreverrr but i think it turned out okay. also so sorry for all my Jean girlies out there lol. anyways i hope you enjoyed nd any feedback is greatly appreciated. mwah

[lasciviouspoison]

my first full length smut fic! this shit took weeks to edit ngl, but it was worth it. with that being said, there are probably still some mistakes so excuse those, lol. tw: breeding, eren calls himself “daddy”, word “mommy” is used, reader and eren are extremely (heavy emphasis on extremely) frustrated. not a tw, but like i always say, this is for my chubby black women, but all are free to read <3

eren has loved you for an extremely long time. he’s spoiled u, fed u, he’s even dressed you head to toe while you were sick.

yet, all of this spoiling and caring for u, does not warrant your brattiness right now.

he’s been studying tirelessly for his midterm for about 2 weeks now, finally on his last day of review before his test in a couple of days. yet, he can’t seem to focus because you keep coming in and out of your shared study every three seconds.

“‘ren, where are the extra washcloths?”

he looks up from his textbook, glasses falling off his nose a bit. you’re even dressed like a brat, skimpy little white tank top and baby pink panties. it makes his head hurt worse than the passage he’s read over 4 times now.

“there’s no way you’re asking me where fucking washcloths are right now. there’s no way.” he says with some bite to his voice. he just needs to finish these last two pages and the longer it takes him, the more it kills him.

your arms cross over your chest, pushing your bra-less chest up and exposing a bit of your chubby stomach. “does it look like i’m joking with you? where are they?”

he clenches his jaw and in a very clipped tone, he responds that they’re under the sink. you scoff slightly and walk out, making an effort to slam the door a bit harder than necessary.

he sits back in his chair and throws off his glasses, big tattooed hands wiping his face. eren knows he’s been neglecting you, and it’s killing him just as much as you. he’s tired of coming home from class too tired to touch you. he’s tired of you having to tell him to go lay down after his head rocked one too many times over his dinner plate.

he’s tired, but he’s not gonna let you act like a bitch just to get what you want. simply because it’s fucking working.

he pushes up from his desk and walks out of the study. he hears the bathroom cabinets opening, so he does everything but sprint to get there.

you peer over your shoulder at him and roll your eyes, “they weren’t under the sink. in fact, they’re all dirty cause, you know, you act like you can’t help with laundry anymore-“

erens grabbed you by the nape of your neck and brought your body close to his. you can hear his semi-heavy breathing despite still being bent over, which caused your heart to race a little. although you knew eren would never hurt you, it doesn’t mean that his pent up energy won’t go to waste.

“a couple things: one, don’t talk to me like i’m a fucking child. two, i do still help with laundry, there’s a whole basket full of folded shirts sitting on the bedroom floor that i didn’t get the chance to put away. and finally, you that cock hungry, or are you genuinely mad at me?” he finishes with a finger running up your spine, back arching at the feeling. he knows this rills you up, which is perfect for him. you don’t get to frustrate him and remain unscathed.

your eyes widened a bit, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to stop eren’s hand from moving. you could feel just how hard he was and it made you think that he almost had it worse than you. however, that doesn’t mean your just gonna lay here and take it.

“get the fuck off me eren” you said through tight lips. his hands now steadily making their way under your top, with you making no advances to stop him.

he bent down towards your ear as his body almost covers yours entirely, with his fingers now gently pulling at your nipples.. “you know what’s funny? you can act mad at me all you want, but this pretty pussy is never ever mad at me. maybe i should gag you and let her do the talking, at least she’s not a fucking liar” at this point, eren’s hands feel like hot coals against your body. while they slowly make their descent back down your body, you can feel your resolve slowly melting away under his touch.

before you could reply, his fingers begin to softly move along your covered slit, causing your breath to hitch. you push your hips back a little and eren gives you a breathless laugh in return.

“i know i’ve neglected you pretty baby. daddy’s really sorry, just let me make it up to you. i promise, you can have me all night if you just tell me what you really want”. sometimes, you swore that you could hear the smirk on eren’s lips.

you shook your head no and felt a soft slap to your pussy. you wanted to scream at him and tell him just how badly you missed him, but your mouth refused to open. you bit your lip once he began touching you again, attempting to coax a confession from your pretty lips.

you felt him bend over once again, this time to place small kisses behind your ear, kisses that started to travel down your neck and onto your back. the entirety of his ministrations were torture, but it was when he stopped kissing you and replaced his lips with his tongue to lick a stripe up your back that you really wanted to cave.

eren’s middle finger finally found your bare clit, the initial contact causing you to jump hard against his body. small whimpers leaving your lips as you tried to maneuver on his fingers before he stilled your movements.

“m’not doin anything more till you tell me the truth. what do you want from me baby? tell me and i’ll give it you ya”.

you try to grind against his fingers once again before a hard smack to your ass forces you to stop. his grip on your hips tightening, letting u know that he’s really gonna deprive you until you speak.

“want you to touch me ren! wan’ you to fuck me so fucking bad!” you finally scream out.

every gives you a small chuckle before his middle and index finger burry themselves into your cunt. his body almost shakes at warmth you provide. blood rushing straight to his dick, making him indescribably hard.

“that’s it baby, that’s all i wanted to hear.” he sounds breathless, almost like he’s the one that’s been getting teased.

he’s pumping his fingers in and out of you, a small squelching sound coming from your sopping pussy. your grip on the cold marble counter top has your knuckles turning white. at this point, you’re so desperate for more that your meeting his fingers half way.

with tears threatening to run down your chubby cheeks, you make pleas for more. “ren please, please gimme more. i’ll be good i promise!”

he feels so bad. you’ve never acted like this, even when the two of you were still forced to live separately on campus. the desperation in your voice is surprising him just as much as it’s surprising you.

because he knows you like it when he fucks you with his hair down, he pulls his hair from his already loosening bun and all but rips his sweats off. dick hitting his bare stomach with a heavy thud.

he takes his fingers out of you and rips those pretty pink panties off, he makes a mental note to buy you another pair.

he rubs himself between your sticky folds till his cock is shiny, hitting your clit a couple of times in the process, drawing more whines from you. all he can do is look down in awe. it’s amazing to him just how wet you get from just a couple of fingers, but who can blame u? his dick’s been throbbing for four days straight.

he finally anchors himself and spits, emitting a soft puh before he smiles. you’re such a mess underneath him and he can’t wait to make it even worse. he finally starts to push in, but your tight little cunny won’t let him in no matter how gentle he tries to be.

“lemme in baby… please lemme in” his voice is so strained it’s making u gush even more.

“i’m tryin!” you say with a pout, tears running down your face.

eren knows you’ve always been big on eye contact when the two of you fuck, it’s almost necessary… so, he hooks his fingers into the side of your mouth and forces your head to lift. finally you were able to see that tattooed chest and pretty face, and he was able to see those pretty eyes and beautiful tear stained face.

almost immediately do you loosen up and he accidentally on purpose pushes all the way in, causing the both of you to moan loudly.

“there you go baby, take it for me ya spoiled fuckin brat”. his hands have found purchase on the fatness of your hips, his grip so tight that you think he’ll bruise you. not that you’ve ever cared.

“fuckfuckfuck” is all you can say as you watch his facial expressions through the mirror. his hair is down and there’s tiny beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. he’s gone slack jawed while stroking you, a relaxed expression gracing his pretty face. no matter how many times he’s buried himself in your warm walls, he’s never gotten used to how good u feel. once his green eyes make contact with yours and that smirk graces his face, it makes u realize just how in control he is no matter how gentle he may look.

“squeezin’ me so tight baby.. u miss me that much?” he says with a breathless laugh, voice dripping with sarcasm. the both of you know that going this long without touch was both odd and frustrating. it caused the both of you to miss each other equally, hence why this could be categorized as some of the best sex you’ve ever had.

at this point, he knows you’re gonna cum soon, he can feel your walls pulsing and eren feels like his dick is gonna pop.

“g’nna cum rennie, g’nna make a mess on yo- ugh fuck!” your little hands balling into fists as he hits that spongey spot in you. you can hear just how hard he’s thrusting into you, each stroke sounding more sticky than the last. it’s making your eyes cross and toes curl.

your convinced he’s gonna kill you with that horse dick of his one day.

“let it out baby, i’ll clean it up the mess, wanna feel you cum on me.” even he’s getting whiny now, so it’s only a matter of time before you-

“-ohmygod eren!” you cum so hard that your body’s shaking and your knees are buckling. thankfully, eren’s always there to catch you.

despite chasing his own nut, he desperately wants to see you ride out your orgasm. he’s so desperate that he’s picking you up by your hips, forcing you to do small circles against his waist cause he knows it drives you crazy.

however, it doesn’t take long before he’s digging deep into you again, the force of his thrusts causing your head to bounce a little harder than intended.

“god i’m gonna cum so hard in this pretty pussy. i’m so fucking sorry i neglected you baby.. never again, god i’ll never do it again baby i promise. gonna fill you up okay? awe, you like the sound of that yeah? make you the prettiest mommy for me. promise i’ll take care of you forever. god i love you”. he’s rambling and his voice is getting rough. it’s only a matter of time before he cums.

after finding some strength, you finally look back and smile at him and that’s all it takes for eren to cum. his face screws up and his warm hands slide up your back to make you arch a little deeper. you wish you could run your fingers through his hair so badly, but you couldn’t ask for a better view of your beautiful boyfriend.

after a few moments of silence, eren finally comes down from his high with a big huff of air. gently, he spins you around so you face him. he moves your curls from out of your eyes and gives you a slow kiss on the lips, hands resting gently on your chubby, tear stained cheeks.

after a few moments of silence, he starts to speak, “i meant what i said. i’m sorry i left you alone for so long baby. i just gotta pass this test.” his eyes full of remorse.

“i know eren, i just wanted some attention… it’s really easy to miss you, even if we live together”. small smiles find both of your faces and eren finally pulls out to run the two of you a warm bath.

he strips you out of your tank top and carries you over to the tub, where he holds you tightly.

after some comfortable silence, you can’t help but look over your shoulder and ask the question that’s been plaguing your mind, “you really wanna get me pregnant?”

he looks towards the ceiling and let’s out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “i mean, eventually yes. right now? fuck no”

the two of you fell into laughter while the smell of lavender filled your noses and achy bones were finally allowed to rest.

[zweiginator]

need college!artrick to make out with me in front of my loser boyfriend!!!!!!! in the club!!! on the dance floor, patrick has his tongue all the way down my throat, while art is leaving a slick trail along my neck, both groping me obscenely. really it's more something out of a soft core porn than an appropriate scene at a bar. arts hands practically cupping my tits under my shirt while patrick palms my ass under my skirt. it almost looks like they're planning to just fuck me right there among so many other people, too drunk to notice the scene right next to them. but my boyfriend isn't, he sobered right up the second he saw the two of them. he'd seen them leave my dorm last week, he was screaming and yelling about it, demanding to know why they had been there. but truly it was just for chem notes, that time it was. he hadn't asked about all the other times they'd been in my room, trying to convince me that they could treat me better...

well know they truly had their chance, not just to show me, but to show my loser boyfriend that he doesn't deserve me. he can't give me what i need, only they can. the two of them make eye contact with my loser boyfriend across the bar, both pulling their lips off me for a brief moment, just so my boyfriend can see me whine and beg them not to stop. please don't stop, please felt so good, please need it so bad. have art spin me around to kiss him deeply, maybe he even forces me to look over and make eye contact with my boyfriend as he pulls his lips from mine. need to look away, embarrassed to be caught cheating so openly, but before i have a chance to run over and apologize, beg for forgiveness, claim it was just a lapse in judgement, art grabs my hips and lugs me over his shoulder, carrying me back to his and patrick's dorm room. patrick keeping a hand on my ass the whole walk back, keeping my skirt flush with my body so no one walking past can get a glimpse of my panties... that's only for their eyes

WOOOOOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF i luv luv luv them 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

-🐞

ohmygodohmygod

you feel a neediness for them that you never felt for your boyfriend. he's a loser really. flirts with other girls openly, but god forbid you give your number to your study group in chemistry. you just cant deal with the hot and the cold and art and patrick are so fucking attentive to you.

they came to your dorm the week before, the night before your big test. the night you had found out that your boyfriend had been texting other girls. you didn't know the nature of the messages, but it fucking hurt and you felt stupid. they listened to you and rubbed your back. took your mind off of it by showing you stupid fail videos and pinching your cheeks when you finally laughed at one.

and truly, nothing inappropriate happened that night. but your boyfriend came over late to apologize and art and patrick came out of your dorm with those smirks of theirs plastered on their faces. of course it was going to raise suspicion. but you told him the truth.

"it was just studying. you know i have a midterm tomorrow. dont pin this on me now." because truly, it was pathetic. you were mad at him, and now he was going to spin this around around and scapegoat you?

"you see how it's a little suspicious that i come by and see two dudes that every fucking girl drools over coming out of here? looking all smug?"

"i can't control their facial expressions." you look up at him with a cold gaze, your blue glitter pen still in your hand.

"fuck this."

and then he left. and things had just been rocky ever since. a tug-of-war of pissing the other off. your relationship was already on its last leg--but you figured by the weekend it would be done. for good.

and now it's friday night and you and him decide to go out to your favorite bar. you doll yourself up and wear a tiny little skirt and a cropped tank top. of course your boyfriend hates it. says you're asking for trouble but you just roll your eyes.

and as soon as you get to the bar you both split up, boomerang around to mingle with your friends, but you never quite come back together. you're just fucking sick of him.

you feel a tap on your shoulder, and you almost huff because you think it's him but then you turn around. oh. it's art and patrick. they tower over you, obstructing your vision of what's behind you. peer down at you with these big smiles. they're clearly already tipsy.

they set their beer bottles down and help you up onto the barstool. order another round of drinks.

"did you come here with your boyfriend?" patrick yells in your ear.

you nod, taking a sip of your vodka soda. "he's somewhere around here."

" did he ditch you?" art looks concerned. his jaw ticks as he looks around.

"no." you shake your head. the alcohol fucking burns. bitter down your throat. "we just parted ways. it's better that way."

"we agree." patrick winks at you and takes a swig of his beer, pink lips wrapped around the bottle. your eyes linger until you realize you're staring.

they're so close to you. if it were any other pair of guys you'd feel suffocated, annoyed. but you feel safe and desired. like you're the prize, the prettiest girl in the room. they tell you you are.

"you look so fucking gorgeous." art says, against your lips. he has to be this close, you tell yourself. the music is loud and the chatter is louder.

you flush and thank art and patrick butts in next, half standing and half sitting as he leans on the barstool.

"he's right." another swig. "you always look beautiful but you are jaw-dropping tonight."

you don't know what to say. do you compliment them back? you don't really know how it happens but art grabs your hand and leads you to the dance floor. it's packed, but there's still a spot for the three of you--if you stand real close. your back is against art's chest and you feel his heart pumping with the beat of the song. how strong his chest is. patrick's chest is against yours and he throws your arms over his shoulders.

you don't see your boyfriend. so it's probably fine. and you're just dancing--right?

but then you can smell the beer and tobacco on patrick's breath. his bottom lip tickles yours and art's hands are on your waist. one snakes up the front of your body, in between your tits. you're wearing a thin bra and his thumb brushes against your nipple.

so you moan. and patrick moans and he slips his tongue into your mouth and you suck on it, just a little. art pushes your hair to the side and leaves open-mouthed, sloppy kisses on the side of your neck and you feel two erections pressed against you. your tiny skirt is almost completely flipped up as patrick reaches around to palm your bare ass, which art rubs against.

you don't care that people are watching, you don't even remember where you are. so drunk off your drink and the eroticism of their lips all over you. licking you, sucking along your neck and whispering filthy secrets in your ear.

your pupils are blown and you open your eyes and patrick is staring at the corner where your boyfriend is, fuming at the scene in front of him. the people who noticed what's going on just wait for someone to do something. half expecting that art and patrick will run away with their tails between their legs, not looking for trouble.

but they want trouble. so patrick grabs you by the jaw and lets his warm spit trickle onto your tongue. spins you around so he can feel your smooth ass on his erection and watch as art kisses you. sloppy and desperate. hands all over your body as if to keep you there, in the moment, with them.

you feel bad. like maybe you should stop this. but you've never felt so fucking good. you grab art's hand and push it under your skirt so he can feel the wetness pooling in your panties.

it's too late to say sorry now. plus, art is yanking you by the wrist. throwing you over his shoulder to take you home, while patrick waves goodbye to the piece of shit in the corner, a cigarette between his lips.

[zozo-01]

Hiya darlin'

For the 200 followers, I dare you to do a short thing of Professor Sam

;-P

~Star 🌟

@starlitangels!!!! WHAT HAVE YOU DONEEEE!!!!! Anyone who knows me knows that I adoreee my lil professor Sam AU!!! SO HOPEFULLY I DON'T GO OVERBOARD WITH THIS REQUEST!!!! Gonna sneak in my lil headcanon of Darlin' being a law student, hehe. >:333

CW: The story is a lil suggestive, but there is no smut!!!

"study hard (and you'll get something in return)."

Sam didn't even need to look up to see who it was in his office. They knew it was partly because he memorized their heartbeat, a skill he's proud of.

"Darlin', if you're looking to get fucked over my desk, tonight is not the night."

They scoffed and dropped their pile of books and papers onto his desk. "Oh, believe me, I would very much love that right now." Darlin' sat down in Sam's lap, groaning in frustration and burying their face in his neck. "Gotta get these notes down for an exam, and is frustratin'," they mumbled into his shirt.

The migraine that plagued Darlin' for days dissipated with every stroke of Sam's hand in their hair. It was exactly what they needed after staring at words for so long. They took a deep breath, letting Sam's scent wash over and soothe them.

For the last few days, Sam had been stuck marking his students' assignments. Avior would have been the one doing the marking, being the lovely TA he was, but Sam had dismissed him. He wanted to give the daemon the well-earned break that he and his partner deserved.

Darlin' on the other had been stuck home studying for their midterms. (Seriously, they were taking 5 courses this semester and had 12 exams? Who would plan something like that?) Despite their relaxed and unbothered nature, they were a studious person. They simply couldn't accept a grade less than perfect and would spend hours to achieve that. It often left them burnt out and drained, something they'd usually fight through.

But now they had Sam, and there was no better place to rest and recharge than in his arms. And every second they spent away from him was a crime against humanity.

They sighed, finally feeling at ease for the first time in weeks. "Thank you, Sammy. For always being here for me." They kissed his neck in hopes to convey the immense gratitude they feel for having him in their life.

He responded with his own kiss, one filled with love and placed by their temple, their favourite spot. "No need to thank me, Darlin'. You know I'd do anythin' for you."

They pull their head away from his chest. (They didn't miss the way Sam growled or how he tightened his arms around their waist to keep them close.) Darlin' stared deeply into his silver eyes, focusing on his blond- almost golden hair. He looked stunning under the artificial light of his office. He looked ethereal under the moonlight. He looked like Sam, and he was the most gorgeous man they will ever lay their eyes on.

They pressed their forehead onto his, and with a voice as soft as their fur, they asked him, "can I kiss you?"

Leaning in, Sam whispered against their lips, "of course." He pressed his lips against theirs, holding them so impossibly close to his body. Darlin' melted in his hold, fully giving themselves up to him. It felt as right as it did terrifying, knowingly relinquishing the control they so desperately desired. But it was ok with Sam. They're willing to give everything they had over to him.

Sam's hands trailed down their back, firmly grabbing their ass to pull them closer. He grinned at the moan Darlin' let out, and the dark look in his eyes told them that they were in for a whole world of pleasure.

Darlin' shamelessly grinds into his lap. Their hands held onto his shoulder to keep themselves steady. "What- shit- what happened to marking the…" Their voice trailed off with a moan with Sam's lips trailing down to their neck.

He chuckled at the effect he had on them saying, "I only gotta couple left. And you damn sure need to take a break." His hands trailed up under their shirt (it was his, actually), relishing in the warmth their skin provided.

Darlin' raised an eyebrow. "I though you weren't gonna fuck me over the table, hmmm?" They couldn't help but tease their mate a little more.

Sam thrust up into them. "Who needs a desk when we have a perfectly good chair here?"

[kerostarz]

love you twice. kim gyuvin

🍵 _

“and yeah he was really nice overall”

my roommate finally came back and i told her all about my official first encounter with kim gyuvin.

“this is the beginning of your rom-com.. are you kidding me ??” my roommate squeals, i laugh and shrug, “oookay calm down i don’t even have the time to complete half of these essays and research studies in time, you think i’ll have time for romance ?” my friend smiles and winks and i roll my eyes giving up.

⏰ *ringggg* *ringggg* (the next day)

i woke up and quickly got ready. today i had two midterms in biology. how exciting. truthfully with me being sick i wasn’t able to study much as i just felt dead for a whole week, so i decided to wake up early and go revise in the library.

it wasn’t too cold this morning as spring was approaching so i finally chose to wear a t shirt and some baggy blue jeans. i silently scurried out of my dorm as to not disturb my roommate who was still in dreamland.

📓📚.

after 2 hours in the library, it was finally time to take my test and i did not feel prepared at all. 1.5 hours passed by and the bell rang signaling that the test was finally over. it was well past 13:00 pm and i was so hungry. i quickly paced down the hallway but when i got down to the entrance, it was pouring rain outside. great.

for one: i had no umbrella in hand, and for two: it started getting cold and i had no jacket either. at this point my only choice was to run back to my dorm but before i could take a step outside, a hand pulled me inside again. huh ?

“it’s too cold, you’ll catch a cold again” i turned around, my face meeting with none other than kim gyuvin’s face. “oh it’s you!” i exclaimed in surprise.

“here” gyuvin dropped his backpack on the floor and began to take his hoodie off, “you can have my hoodie” and before another word could leave my mouth, he motioned his head left and right and pointed his palm at me, “do not worry! i am wearing a thermal shirt underneath so i have come prepared for the weather AND i brought an umbrella too!” i smiled softly, gently taking his hoodie and thanking him as i put it on. it was warm and had a baggy fit on me.

gyuvin opened the umbrella and we took off under the rain, our bodies compressed under the umbrella as to not get a single drop on us. “what brings you in the biology building by the way?” i asked him, wondering since his major’s building was on the other side of campus. “oh! uuhh.. my friend left his pencil case so i went to drop it off.. yeah!” he smiled. “i see, well we just had an exam and i’m exhausted ugh, i have another one in the afternoon but at least it’s online” i sighed, a sigh of exhaustion. silence and rain fills the conversation for a minute.. “are you hungry? let’s go and grab hot pot” gyuvin suggests and i immediately agree.

🥢~

“thank you for the meal~” i drop my body against the restaurant’s sofa, my stomach satisfied with the food, “you really didn’t have to pay gyuvin”. he refused to half the bill earlier and ran to the counter to pay. at that point i couldn’t say no so i remained in my seat laughing it off as he turned around smiling and sticking his tongue out.

“sooo.. when are you taking the test” gyuvin asks, we headed out the restaurant and began to mindlessly walk around the streets near campus. “ah, you’re right” i chuckled, “i totally forgot about it haha” i was having so much fun just hanging around with him that it only hit me now that i have yet another test to take. “i should head back to my dorm” i replied looking down at my feet. i felt gyuvin’s gaze laying on mine and i suddenly started getting nervous. but why ?

“it’s 5pm and the cafe should not be busy since it’s a week day.. we could pass by and you can take your exam there, yeah?” i looked up at him, his eyes shining like boba balls, almost as if he was begging me to not leave. “plus it’s nearer here than campus so we’ll save time and-” “let’s go,” i cut him off and smiled, gyuvin smiling back, his eyes forming a crescent moon shape.

“let’s get going then.”

[skzddicted]

Hellaur, this is my first ever request. Can you write a fic about bangchan/ han jisung/ Minho/ changbin comforting sad/hopeless reader? Im having a very hard time keeping up my grades, I've been studying for 14 hrs everyday just to ruin my most important exam. All my friends seem to do well when they're not even working as hard as me. I'm ready to study more but I keep losing hope. Idk what to do, I'm losing hope for getting into my dream University T T. Thank you so much bestie, for listening to me.

hii love i’m SO so sorry this took ages i rewrote this so many times with so many different scenarios until i was able to decide on one,,,i hope you enjoy this!! also about your exams, i can’t quite say i’ve been in your place but i can imagine what it’s like,,, maybe try to give your brain a break instead of studying even harder bcs sometimes that just exhausts you and you’ll burn out and this won’t do you any good!! please take care of yourself and i’ll be rooting for you, you can make it!!♡

[1:05pm]

genre: hs au, comfort

warnings: failure (not sure if i should put this here but just in case), use of “baby” platonically

minho+3racha x reader (friendgroup/platonic)

pls reblog if you enjoyed!!<3

the hallways were full of students with various emotions displayed on their faces. 

some were jumping up and down and cheering excitedly, while, oppositely, some others looked upset and confused, a few were crying even, and some just looked like they simply did not care.

it was results day for the midterm exams you took two weeks ago.

your friends minho, chan, changbin and jisung had already checked their results on the board that was hung up and were now gathered in front of the main entrance, waiting for you to come out; however, you were a nervous wreck in the restroom trying to calm down and build up the courage to go and look at your results, trying to convince yourself that it can’t be that bad.

after what felt like an eternity of deep breaths and positive affirming, you stepped out into the crowded hallways, making your way to the boards. as soon as you got to them you started searching for your name.

and that’s when your heart dropped.

oh.

it was even worse than you had expected…?

you were on the verge of tears, hopelessness creeping up on you. you had done everything you could and yet it was still not enough. so many people who were putting less effort than you were doing much better, so why was it so hard for you? 

with your head hung low, you started walking towards the exit wanting to do nothing but to go home and drown in your tears right now. well, that was until you heard your name being called as you were walking out of the building. 

looking up you could see jisung, one of your best friends, practically running towards you, the rest of your friends following suit behind him.

“y/n, i passed!” he nearly yelled in your ears, while shaking you by your shoulders.

"congrats, ji” you sent him a small smile; you were genuinely happy for him but your own grades were making it hard for you to match his excitement.

multiple ‘hey’s’ from the other three boys sounded as they got closer, making you lift your hand for a little wave in response, “hi.”. and even through just a little greeting, they could already tell your mood was off.

“y/n what’s wrong? is it your results?” minho was the first one to ask, to which, you gave him a nod, feeling your tears starting to roll down your cheeks. 

“oh, baby” jisung embraced you in a tight hug.

“all my efforts were for nothing, i spent weeks studying only for this to be the outcome.” you sobbed out. 

“it’s okay baby, it happens sometimes.” chan tries to sooth you, “exactly, plus it’s not like this is the end for you, we still have finals and we’ll prepare well together for those, okay?” changbin adds.

“oh, don’t even remind me,” you chuckled a little, lifting your tear stained face from jisung’s chest. “yup, we don’t wanna hear nothing about school or any exams for this whole break.” minho chimed “now, how about we go get some food and go over to my place? remember? we planned a sleepover?” 

right… there was something about a sleepover chan had texted you yesterday. you nodded and soon the four of you were running to catch the bus to your favorite food place.

masterlist

[captainsophiestark]

Undefeated

Jane Foster x Reader

Masterlist - Tag List

Written for my Year of Olympians and part of a bigger challenge being run by @yearofcreation2023 which features a ton of awesome creators and runs all year! Go check it out! And yay, after like two months of now writing I’m caught up just in time for June! 😅

Fandom: Marvel

Prompt: Ares; War

Summary: Darcy and her best friend, Y/N, are taking a night to party in between all the stressors that come with grad school, and doing so by absolutely DOMINATING at Beer Pong. When Darcy needs a substitute, however, it might lead to something more than a temporary team up between Y/N and Jane Foster.

Word Count: 2,520

Category: Fluff, Chaos

A/N: Listen, I don't know if anybody but me cares, but the rules of Pong simply do not work narratively for this fic, so for the sake of the story, there's no such thing as redemption or overtime.

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

I took a deep breath in and let it out slowly, fixating on my target and blocking out the noise and chaos around me. I took another deliberate breath in, then on the exhale, I took my shot.

Splash! My ping pong ball sailed through the air and landed smack dab in the middle of my opponent's cup.

"YES!" I screamed, punching my arm in the air jumping a few times to release the energy. My voice was almost gone from screaming all night, but I absolutely didn't care.

"LET'S FUCKING GO!" yelled my partner and best friend, Darcy Lewis, in my ear. My ears had been ringing for about an hour thanks to that combined with the music and talking of the party, but I didn't care about that either.

Darcy and I were in the middle of our last semester of grad school, and in the unique, rare period of the semester where we'd just finished a bunch of exams and papers for our midterms and didn't have to start studying or worrying about our finals quite yet. We had about a week of semi-peace for the whole semester, and like the rest of our classmates, we were using it to celebrate the fact that we were still in college to the extreme.

There was a lot more stress in grad school, so we deserved to overcompensate every once in a while with our parties.

I'd come into the night proudly boasting my undefeated undergraduate and graduate record in beer pong. With Darcy as my partner, I'd extended that streak to include winning against every single team that tried to challenge me tonight.

The competition had gotten seriously heated, with people rotating through either side of the table and people regularly challenging us like they were going to be the ones to finally take us down. We'd picked up a few people to act as refs, mostly for judging elbow distance and having the final decision on specific rules, and another few people had wandered over to start acting as commentators. Despite the fierce competition, it was all in good fun. We'd been laughing and cheering right along with everyone else all night.

And now, we were about to add another pair to our list of defeats. I'd just knocked out their second to last cup, and it was Darcy's turn. If she made it–which I knew she could–it would be game over.

I watched her take a deep breath and raise her arm, lining up her shot and getting in the zone the same way I had a second ago. She drew back, but before she could release the ball, a commotion from behind us distracted her.

"Darcy!"

She started to turn, looking confused as someone in the crowd called her name, and at the same time someone grabbed her wrist. She yelped, dropping the pong ball to the floor and glaring at the brunette who'd just come running up to her in a frenzy.

"Darcy!" cried the woman. "We have to go, right now! You're never going to believe what I just found-"

"Jane, I'm in the middle of something!" she yelled back, gesturing to the table before us. I just watched on, trying to process this new complication in maintaining our pong supremacy. Slowly, the pieces from various stories Darcy had told me came together. This must be Jane Foster, the scientist Darcy had been an assistant for and the reason she'd made a 180 from polisci to astrophysics.

"I'm sorry, Darcy, but I promise this is worth it. Come on-"

"Oh no, you're not going anywhere," I said, stepping in front of the two of them. Darcy grinned at me as I squared up against Jane, like she couldn't wait to see which of the two of us would prevail. I didn't know who she was betting on, but I knew for a fact it was going to be me.

"Who are you?" asked Jane, looking genuinely confused as she surveyed me. I straightened a little, suddenly uncomfortably aware that Jane was very, very pretty. I put it out of my mind, however, with a little help from our pong opponents across the table throwing their hands up at the unexpected interruption.

"Y/N Y/L/N," I said, going back to business as I squared my shoulders and stared down at Jane. "Darcy's best friend, and undefeated beer pong champion. And I need Darcy to take the last shot of the game so we can win and my streak can stay unbroken before you leave."

Jane looked like she was about to respond, but Darcy beat her to it.

"Actually, when Doctor Overenthusiasm here grabbed my arm, she tweaked my wrist," announced my championship-winning partner, not sounding half as distressed as she should've for the news she was giving me. "I don't think I can take the shot."

"What?" I cried. Darcy shrugged, I stared at her in horror, and Jane looked between the two of us, completely baffled.

"Why can't you just take the shot yourself?" Jane asked, at last settling on addressing me. I looked at her like she was crazy.

"I already took my shot!" I explained, gesturing to the table. "I got their second-to-last cup, and now, it's my partner's responsibility to get the last cup and win us the game."

"Hm," mused Jane, a slight frown creeping onto her face as she looked at the situation before us. "Well... can't you just postpone the game? Or call it off?"

"At this point? No way! We'd have to forfeit, which would mean losing my undefeated record."

Jane opened her mouth to reply, but on cue, the guys at the other end of the table beat her to it.

"Hey, what's the hold up? Take your shot and miss, Lewis, so we can finish this game once and for all!"

I looked grimly to Darcy. These guys had come the closest to beating us out of everyone tonight, and we only had one cup left standing on our side, too. If they made it to their turn again, the odds were more than likely that they'd win.

Suddenly, a brainstorm hit me like a bolt of lightning as I caught sight of Jane again. Maybe, just maybe, Darcy and I still had a hope after all.

I whirled back to the table, leaning forward (while being very careful not to upset our lone cup) and called across to our opponents.

"My partner just got injured! I want to use a celeb shot for her turn!"

The guys looked between each other, then back at me. A celeb shot meant bringing in someone else–a ''celeb'–to take a turn for us, even though they weren't technically on the team. Our various opponents had done it a few times throughout the night, but not the team we were playing now, and not in a game-winning scenario.

"Who?" demanded Chris, one of our current enemies, from across the table. I gestured to Jane, whose eyebrows immediately shot up into her hairline, but Chris' teammate Andrew jumped in before she could say anything.

"She's not a ringer, is she?"

I made a face, then looked from Jane back to Andrew.

"Honestly, man, I have no idea. I just met her ten seconds ago."

"Does Darcy know?"

We all turned to look at my best friend, and she just shrugged.

"As far as I know, Jane's never played pong in her life!"

"Hey!" All our attention shifted to Jane, and she suddenly seemed a lot less confident. Her cheeks picked up a cute red tinge. "Okay, I might not have... really played before. But still!"

Chris and Andrew shared a smile, then looked back at me. I frowned.

"It's alright with us!" Andrew called cheerfully. I scowled, then retrieved the ball Darcy had dropped when Jane grabbed her. I held it out to Jane, who very reluctantly took it.

"Do I really have to do this?" she sighed, staring at me with a raised eyebrow as we stood together at our end of the pong table. Darcy stood a few feet away, and I could see her familiar manic grin over Jane's shoulder.

"Yes," I decided.

"Why me?" she asked, sounding completely exasperated. "There are tons of other people here who could do it, and Darcy and I have to go-"

I waved off her suggestions. "I love most of these people dearly. They're friends and classmates who I enjoy going through life with, Chris and Andrew included. But right now, in this moment? I don't trust a single one of these motherfuckers not to miss on purpose and sabotage my perfect record. This is war, Jane."

She shook her head and scoffed, but I could see the undercurrent of nerves that had her holding the pong ball in a death grip as she surveyed the table before us. I hesitated for half a second, then stepped closer to her and wrapped one arm around her shoulders.

"Listen, Jane - you can do this. I know we don't really know each other, but Darcy talks about you all the time. If you can go toe to toe with SHIELD, you can channel a little beginner's luck and sink that ball in that cup."

She turned her head to look at me, giving me the barest hint of a smile.

"Darcy talks about you all the time, too. So far, everything's been very on-brand."

I laughed. "Thanks, I think. Here, let me give you a couple pointers, and then you can knock this out for me and Darcy."

I tried to ignore the way my heart sped up in my chest as I laid my arm over Jane's, holding the back of her hand and walking her through the motions of a good arc shot. I also DID NOT look at Darcy, because I knew she'd see through me in a second and then the teasing would be endless.

"Alright, that looks good," I finally said, stepping away and looking at Jane with a smile that hopefully conveyed my faith in her, and not any of the stress boiling in my stomach. "Just aim, release, don't let your elbow go over the table... and we're golden."

Jane took a deep breath and nodded, then turned her attention to her target. The lone cup on the far end of the table sat waiting, Chris and Andrew both hovering over it as the rest of the party-goers looked on. I held my breath as I watched Jane draw her arm back, then fling forward and throw.

Her elbow was clear, so my eyes snapped to the red plastic solo cup. I swear the whole room went absolutely silent as the ball flew through the air, then finally, landed in the cup with a splash.

"YES!" I screamed, jumping up and punching the air at the same time Chris and Andrew cried "NO!" and stared at the cup in disbelief. I laughed, delirious and disbelieving, and then without taking a second to think I turned to Jane, wrapped my arms around her, lifted her into the air, and kissed her straight on the lips.

A second later, my brain finally caught up, and I jumped away from her. I stared at Jane in wide-eyed shock and panic, all the rest of the noise from the party completely blocked out. She looked as surprised as I felt, her eyes staring at a point just past my shoulder and her hand trailing up to trace her lips.

"Oh my God, I am SO sorry!" I cried, shaking my head as I finally processed what I'd just done. What had I been thinking? "I got so excited about the win, I just- I have no idea what came over me. I'm so, so sorry-"

To my surprise, Jane actually began to smile. Her face and neck were bright red, but she broke out into a beaming grin and actually took a step towards me. I stared back at her, still in shock but for a much happier reason, and she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and looked at me.

"Jane..." I started to say, butterflies absolutely exploding in my chest. She closed the distance between us a little further, then tilted her head like she was about to kiss me again. Before we could get any further, however, we were interrupted.

"So, the two of you, huh?" asked Darcy, popping up between us with a grin on her face. I loved her dearly, but right now, I wanted to kill her.

"Darcy-" Jane and I started at the same time, our faces matching looks of 'I love her but I'm going to kill her'. We cut off when we realized we were speaking in sync, made shocked eye contact, then looked away in mutual embarrassment.

"Okay, as much as I'm loving this," said Darcy, taking Jane's arm and pulling her a few steps towards the door, "you came in here screaming about urgent science, so we should probably get to that now."

Jane nodded, slowly coming out of her haze, pausing to smile at me again nonetheless as she and Darcy made their way across the room.

"Don't worry!" Darcy called back over her shoulder to me. "I'll send you her number so you can ask her on a date when we're done!"

I laughed out loud in pure joy at the ridiculousness of the moment as I waved at Jane and Darcy and they at last made their way out the door. Jane gave me one last beaming smile before she disappeared, and Darcy shot me a wink. I stared after them for a few moments, then got shaken out of my stupor as Chris and Andrew came over to congratulate me, both for my win and my possible new girlfriend.

I smiled and laughed the night away with them and the rest of my friends, but I couldn't keep my thoughts from regularly drifting back to Jane. It felt like Darcy had planned this, somehow, and if that was the case, I'd need to do something nice for her as a thank you.

I spent the rest of my night celebrating the preservation of my undefeated Pong streak while simultaneously mentally planning the perfect first date with Jane Foster. I'd been to a fair number of parties in my many years of collegiate education, but this had by far been the best.

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Marvel Taglist: @valkyriepirate

[moonjxsung]

ALSKDKDJF OKAYYY !!! I’m glad it’s not a bother !!! I overthink sometimes alskdkjf

urgh so I am having A WEEK :( I hope it’s okay I rant a bit … alslkskdj

helurf okay so after midterms last week, I’ve been trying to like relax and give myself time to rest but IVE HAD SO MANY ASSIGNMENTS :((( and I’m so tired and burnt out and stressed cause I need to start studying for finals and ahhhhhh alsksjjdjf :(

okay now for some more fun updates!! i had fun at uni yesterday!! we had a super fun soil science lab we got to go into soil pits on the farm our campus has and analyze soil (ph, diagnostic horizons, colour, structure, texture etc) !! It was a lot of fun I’m gonna miss the class and my prof :( (it was my last lab)

another fun thing is its art market week at my uni so time to drop a ton of money on prints, stickers and crocheted animals !!! :D

AND okay so I made it into a special like abroad research kinda program/course in like that’s usually only available to upper years students but somehow I made it in alskkskdjdj . Anyways, we get to go to South Africa from like May 14-June 9 to do research and stuff in the field!!! and like IM SO EXCITED??? So anyways, the 19 students that also made it in (it’s a highly competitive program to get into) we had our second group meet up plus our prof (who taught my favourite class by far last term) yesterday and it was a lot of fun and we got free dinner which was super super yum and I can’t believe I’m actually going ahhhhh

and then I went to a friends house for dinner (yes, dinner again) which was fun we like catch up at least once a month and yeah

Anyways sorry for the truck load of information about my life weh

HOW IS YOUR LIFE STAR!!! I WANNA HEAR ABOUT YOU!! (With whatever ur feeling comfy sharing 💗)

🌱

UGH I always forget how close together exam season is WHYYYY ARE UR FINALS ALREADY RIGHT AROUND THE CORNER….. 💔💔 I believe in you angel manifesting all the best for you frfr you’re smart I know you got this 🫶🫶🫶🫶

AHHHH UR UNI LAB SOUNDED SO FUN I love labs where you just get to go outside and do stuff in nature it’s fr so healing 👼 I took a geology course in college where we got to go to this creek near my school and like test the ph balance of the water and it was so much fun being outside instead of cooped up in the lecture hall fr one of the best labs we ever did. AND the art market this week???? RAHHH HAVE SO MUCH FUN we used to have something similar at my uni and I would drop SO much on stickers not even joking my laptop is covered in them still :’)

ALSO OH MY GOD??? TO THE STUDY ABROAD PROGRAM?????? STOP THAT SOUNDS SO FIXKIFNT FUNNNNN IM SO EXCITED FOR YOU WYAHWJDNRJ CONGRATS ON GETTING IN BB ‼️‼️ I didn’t have to do study abroad when I was in college bc covid hit but I can’t wait to hear all about yours and live vicariously thru ur updates AHHHH and it’s coming up so soon !! WOWOWOWOW HAVE THE BEST TIME ILY ILY THATS SO FUN

My day was honestly vvvvv boring but it was productive! I had work and then I had a shit ton of laundry to do but I was tired as fuck and I have cramps bc my period started today so I got coffee first to wake me up and then after cleaning the apartment I caught up on Ateez vlogs and now I’m simultaneously writing and watching Zelda gameplay 👼 I think my emotions are like ten times worse rn because of my period so I’m just taking it easy but I have a huge party to go to this weekend and a lot of my friends are gonna be there so I need to get my shit together and stop being sad bc I don’t want to bring the mood down ☹️ why do I always have a party in the same week I feel like shit LOL the last time I had one my situationship and I got into a huge fight and my sister had to be checking on me like every 5 minutes bc I was borderline crying the whole night it was so embarrassing 😭 (I am so tired of crying over this same girl oh my god)

ANYWAYS I LOVE U ANGEL IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU AND I CANT WAIT TO HEAR ALL ABOUT UR STUDY ABROAD TRIP RAHHH THATS SO EXCITING CONGRATS AGAIN ILY ILY 🩷💖💞💘💕💓👼

[justsome-di]

Nobody Ends Up Dead in a Bathtub, Everyone Keeps Their Organs: Chapter 6

okay hi this is my fav chapter in this whole story eve is literally the best character in this whole novel

Summary: Alex, a secretary, and Damián, a sex worker, are set up on a “date” as an awful prank by Alex’s co-workers. They plan their revenge through a fake dating scheme with a big finale at Alex’s office’s Halloween party. But, this is a romance novel, so you know things don’t go that smoothly.

You can also read this on AO3, Wattpad, or Patreon (patrons also get chapters a week early along with bonus content).

In hindsight, Eve shouldn’t have checked her grades at work. It didn’t make a difference that she was on her break and sat in the empty staff room. She should have checked at home where she could lock herself in the bathroom while Alex quietly hovered outside the door, texting their mother that he feared Eve was hysterical.

She rubbed her eyes and took a deep breath.

54%

How could she have scored so low? She had tried so hard. She had studied for an entire week for the midterm. There had to be a mistake. Some glitch in the student portal. Maybe her professor mistyped or did the math wrong.

Eve refreshed the page and then refreshed it again.

The number under her cracked phone screen didn’t change. 54% stayed there in devilish red, letting her know she had failed.

There was no way she was going to pass the class now. She was going to have to repeat it, and then she would be behind. She couldn’t take calc II until she passed calc I. If she didn’t get into calc II that next semester, she would have to shuffle her schedule around to try to find an empty slot for it later. She would have to miss another class for her major or convince the registrar to let her overload her credit hours. There wasn’t that much wiggle room in her academic plan. There wasn’t padding built in for her to fail courses over and over.

If she couldn’t get her shit together, she would need to stay in college an extra semester. She would have to pay for an extra semester. She would have to take out more loans. And it would all mean more time squatting in Alex’s apartment and working a shitty retail gig.

Eve wiped away a few tears.

“Fuck.”

She pressed her fist into her forehead. She had to pull herself together. She had a book club meeting to host. She could hold it all in until she was home and in the bathroom.

Eve grabbed her copy of Sometime Next Year. She took another deep breath and stepped out of the staff room. She could pull herself together for an hour.

Upstairs, between the books on Wicca and biographies, club members were already gathering in their small circle of metal chairs. They creaked and squeaked and moaned as they got pushed around the hardwood floor.

Eve poured a cup of coffee for herself at their little snack table. It was shitty coffee, but it was all her manager could get with their budget. Shitty coffee and shitty cookies.

“Good eve-ning, Eve. Does anyone else make that joke?”

And then there was Damián.

Eve turned around to see him, grinning at his own joke as if it were the first time he ever had ever told it.

“Only you,” she said. “Every month for over a year.”

Damián was nice. She liked him. He was the type of guy who got along with everyone, and he was kind to her despite her lingering teenage angst.

He was also incredibly perceptive. Standing at the snack table, he frowned at her. He noticed her watery eyes and the slight hoarseness to her voice.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing,” she said.

But her voice totally cracked, giving away the fact that something was wrong. Damián curled forward, bending to look at her down-turned face. It made her feel worse, seeing his sympathetic face, mirroring her worry.

“Come on,” he said. “Come with me.”

She left her coffee and book behind. Damián gently took her elbow and led her back down the stairs and out the front door. Every step she took, her composure slipped further until she was crying into the sleeve of her cardigan. It was deeply embarrassing. Mortifying. She tried shielding her face so the customers and her co-workers floating around couldn’t see her getting more and more worked up.

They stood outside the bookstore. Her sweater wasn’t thick enough to keep her warm, but the way the cold wind hit her calmed her a little. It brought her back to the present, and she was aware of where she was. On the stoop of her bookstore, in the final stretch of her shift, with Damián keeping a mindful distance but still there. She took a shuddering breath in.

“What happened?” Damián asked.

“I failed a midterm,” she cried.

“Aww. That’s it?”

“What do you mean ‘that’s it?’ I failed a midterm.”

“I thought someone had died.”

“I failed a midterm.”

She would keep repeating it until Damián understood the gravity of the situation. It was the worst day of her life in a long time. All of her plans were crumbling around her.

There were internships she was hoping for, gone. No one would hire her if she wasn’t keeping up with her schoolwork. No one would want her if she couldn’t pass her very first calculus class. And she would continue spiraling down her path of mediocrity.  

“That’s not the end of the world,” Damián said. “Have you asked your professor if you can re-take it?”

Eve sniffed. She wished she had a tissue. “I can do that?”

“Maybe. If you’re polite enough, and if they’re understanding.”

She didn’t know she could re-take midterms. She assumed college was strict with hard deadlines and little leeway. She had gone through a whole school year thinking so.

“Just say you want a second chance,” Damián said. “The worst they can say is no.”

“But if he says no, I won’t be able to make it up. I’ll fail the class.”

“That’ll be okay, too. Eve, it’s okay if you fail one class. People fail classes all the time and still come out okay.”

Eve pulled her sweater sleeves over her thumbs and rubbed at the underside of her eyes. Thankfully, she knew, her black eyeliner wouldn’t stain her black cardigan in a noticeable way. 

She tried convincing herself that Damián had a point, that he was right. After all, he was one of the smartest people she knew. She didn’t know what he did now, but he had once let it slip that he had aspirations to be a doctor and that he had been pre-med in college. And she had assumed that he had to be smart to be pre-med.

“Don’t panic yet,” Damián said.

“When do I get to start panicking?”

Damián crossed his arms and tilted his head up. “If you’re still in college in ten years, and you’re still not passing this one class. You can panic then.”

Eve wiped the remaining tears on her cheeks away. “I’ll set an alarm.”

Damián smiled. His teeth were always a little too white. A little over-bleached. But it was one of those things that made him him. If he suddenly cut down on his whitening strip habit, Eve wouldn’t be able to recognize him. And then she’d think he was going through some awful, soul-crushing personality crisis.

Damián gave off the air of someone who was always very confident in the exact way that he was, the way he intentionally made himself. And it radiated off of him, making Eve think that maybe she could be intentionally herself, too, and love that version of her.

“Send an email to your professor in the morning,” Damián said. “I’m sure he’ll work with you. That’s his job.”

Her professor wasn’t an evil man. Damián was right. He would probably find a way to help her. She trusted Damián, at least, to give her good advice.

“And,” Damián said, “maybe ask someone if you can get a tutor? Doesn’t your school have student tutors?”

“They do, but I never get off work in time to schedule appointments with them.”

“Well, what if you ask your professor if he knows someone who can stay late? I’m sure they want you to pass their class. There’s no harm in asking. The worst he can do is help you find other resources.”

It sounded reasonable. She didn’t know how many math tutors would be willing to stay late to tutor only her or tutor on weekends when they probably had other plans, but she would ask.

“Okay,” she said.

“Did I help any?”

“You did.”

“Ready to go back in?”

Eve nodded.

Damián opened the door for her with a comment about how it was chilly and she should get back inside before she froze to death. They went back upstairs, Eve sheepishly took her book and now-cold coffee from the snack table.

Everyone had settled into the circle. 

These were her people. Her wonderful queers. Their presence alone was like a balm. Their company always made her feel a little bit better.

It was a widely diverse group. She was the youngest member, the only teenager.

There was an older couple—maybe somewhere in their 60s—who came in every so often.

There was a young trans man who was finally back after recovering from top surgery.

An Appalachian woman who had only been living in the city for a few months.

And a single mother who was straight and cisgender but who had a gay teenage son who she really wanted to support and understand.

Eve sat in her usual seat, right by the new Oscar Wilde display. It was coming up on his birthday month, and Eve was proud of her little monument to him. She had pulled all of his plays that they had and a good assortment of biographies. And, of course, The Picture of Dorian Gray stood at the top of the pyramid shelf. 

Damián sat next to her, like he usually did. Eve leaned in close to him.

“I didn’t get to finish the book,” she whispered.

“During midterms? No one can blame you.”

Her chair squeaked when she sat back into it. Damián’s squeaked when he crossed his legs.

There were a dozen or so more squeaks before everyone was settled. Eve hoped that her eyes weren’t red and puffy and began the meeting. She gave some vague historical context, though almost everyone else in the room was alive in the 90s when the book was set and definitely knew it better than her, and offered some personal insight. 

It was how some podcaster started episodes of a series Eve half-heartedly listened to every few months. It had sounded smart when she first heard it, so she copied it in hopes it made her sound older and wiser. Every month, she scribbled notes on loose paper. That month, her notes were on the back of a receipt to a Chinese restaurant.

Quickly, Eve passed the conversation on to the rest of the group. Damián picked it up, prefacing everything with his love for messy lesbian romances but how dissapointed he was in the lack of happy endings for lesbians in books. 

Eve learned that the book had ended with the main characters parting ways, agreeing that they were better off without each other. There had been little character development and everyone was stuck with new problems. All that was promised at the end of the book was that things might start to look better “sometime next year.”

“Gay men are starting to get happy endings, kinda, but we’re leaving lesbians behind,” Damián said. “All this talk about how representation is getting better, but it feels like it’s always focused around gay men. Sometimes you get happy lesbians, but how often are they side characters that don’t do all that much? Or are just there to support a male character? It’s unfair. 

“It’s this gross cross-section of bury your gays and misogyny. Even lesbian writers can’t see themselves as having a happy ending when they’re the main character—and maybe that’s cathartic And. I don’t think the author was saying lesbians don’t deserve happy endings but just that that’s what happens sometimes. But still, I don’t want lesbians in real life thinking that they’re doomed for failed relationships. There’s so much potential for good things.”

“I think suffering is inherent with being gay, though,” Eve said.

“I don’t agree with that,” Damián said, quickly, a little stern. “You don’t have to suffer. You can be happy and gay. I’m happy and gay. And if we believe that we’re supposed to be unhappy, then we’re just giving in to what homophobes want. We lose our fight.”

Eve couldn’t argue any further even if she didn’t totally agree. Damián was older, and she respected that. Alex had told her once that when an older queer talked to her, she should listen. She didn’t know how old he meant. She didn’t even know how old Damián was. Come to think of it, Alex was offended when she asked if he counted as an older queer. Maybe he meant really old. Older than 30. Damián couldn’t have been older than 30.

Alex had been offended by being called old, but he composed and corrected himself. He told her to just listen to him. Aging was different for people like them. And Eve knew what he meant when his voice wavered over those words. People like them.

It was different. Alex told her that if she were his age, she would see what he saw. A child growing up in the 90s, right as the epidemic was ending, right as things were starting to settle and right themselves, Alex was a child of the rubble. He had been so certain of who he was at a young age, but it was like standing in the aftermath of a bomb.

She was lucky, he said. She was born during better times. He was happy for her. He was thankful for it. But he seemed to assume that Eve was living without any guilt and less grief when really, she was living with just slightly different types.  

They had had an uncle Eve never met. Alex only had the faintest of memories of sitting on his frail lap, his own baby-fat-padded legs pressed into his boney knees. He told Eve every detail about him that he could remember. His thin cheeks. His sparse beard. From pictures the family had in old photo albums, Eve could see him as a younger man with the same round face Alex had and thick, sandy hair.

Their mother could talk about him for hours with a wide smile and sad eyes. She told Eve all about how they got in trouble together, kept secrets from their parents. Their age difference was just about the same as Eve and Alex.  

Their uncle Cole was always timeless and ageless. He was either a small child or a sick, adult man. Eve had asked once how old he was when he had died. Her mother was tense. Her hands gripped a dishrag tight. 35, she said. He died a few weeks after turning 35. 

Funny enough, their family never used the A-word. They skirted around it as though if anyone were to mention it by name, it would come back to them.

So, Alex told her, it was important to listen to whatever older queer person she came across. And she was certain that he didn’t mean himself. Or even Damián.

But regardless, Damián had helped her with her school dilemma, so she thought she owed it to him to bite her tongue while he talked.

“I just think we deserve to know we can be happy while still acknowledging our shared traumas and grief,” Damián said. “But I still really love a messy romance. I live for that drama.”

The meeting went on, lesbians in the small circle chirping up with how they felt seen regardless of the ending. Damián listened to them with thoughtful eyes and a slight tilt to his head, nodding along every so often and smiling with them. Eve tried copying him, tried looking like she was really taking in their points and observations.

But she was stuck on Damián’s words. If there was a way to balance happiness and trauma, she hadn’t found it yet. She used to burn up inside with her own misery, but it had turned into acceptance. She thought that if she were meant to be happy, it would have happened already. There would have been some sign that everything was going to look up for her. If Damián was right, if suffering wasn’t inherent to her identity, then she would have to go through the process of realizing that her reclusiveness, her loneliness, her confusion wasn’t part of a shared experience but rather just her.

If she deserved a happy ending, surely she should have been deserving of a happy middle.

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Hearts of Lust: Chapter 45

Pairing Kim Namjoon X Reader

Genre: Collage!AU, Smut

Word Count: 4.3K

Warning: Cursing, mentions of smut, smut, consumption of alcohol, mentions of violence, violence, crack personality disorders, Chaotic energy, mental break downs, panic attacks.

Summary: College is any young adult's prime years, at least that's what Lee (y/n) and Kim Namjoon thought. The two are infamous for two reasons, by two very different crowds. Among the professors they are picture perfect students with perfect scores, attendance, and image. However, among the student body they're the very essence of lust with amazing bodies, sex appeal, and skill. The two, although strikingly similar, butt heads quite a bit with competitions of everything from grades to who can get a person to drop their pants the fastest. With the two of them ready to conquer the school year it's all a matter of Go Big or Home.

November came and let’s just say I was done putting off my final painting, So much in fact I finished it in the first two weeks. It took me some time, I stayed up late mixing paint and drinking coffee. It was hard for me to function properly during those weeks but I dare say it almost looks better than the previous painting. It took forever to get the translucent look of the water since this painting is pictured below the water instead of the top like the other two. The water is calm and at the bottom of the smooth sandy sea floor is the ship in the two previous paintings. It's beaten and has a few holes in it but it looks just as pretty. The sea water around it is littered with small patches of seaweed and schools of fish. But what really catches your eye is the full shadowed mermaid swimming her way over to the ship.

The painting is simplistic but scenereanic, simple colors but they’re mixed so well. I spent more time mixing the paint for this rather than the actual painting, well next to blending the colors at least... Hopefully it's enough to pass for nationals, but for now I need to focus on midterms. Thankfully I finished the paintings before December, but I wasted the first two weeks into November to finish a painting that should have been done the month before. Classes are easy to get through but hard to keep up in, especially if you're stressing which is what I am doing right now.

Usually I make whole study guides for each class but since I had a painting to finish I haven’t started making them. Not to mention my notes from the two weeks I spent painting aren’t as detailed as I need them to be. So now I have to go back and re-read the lessons to detail my notes before I can even think of putting them into the study guide. I also agreed to help Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook get ready for midterms. I usually make them color coordinated notes and mini study guides too, so that only adds to my list of things to do. After the original two weeks I only had one to catch up and re-organize before they let us out on fall break, which I will spend doing school work rather than hanging out with friends like I usually would.

As of right now, my desk at home is filled with nothing but paper as well as my trash can of failed drafts. My hand is cramping from all the writing and the endless coffee only does so much for my energy now. I scan down the paper in my hands as I walk to the kitchen to get myself yet another cup of coffee. It's the sixth draft of the english study guide for today.This morning I started with making the English study guide for the three Makanes. It took four of the six drafts to make it acceptable. So far in the paper, I made three grammar errors and the transition from one subject to the next doesn’t connect properly. 

I poured my coffee into my mug, Taehyung made me when he dragged the group to a pottery class. None of us were really any good at it, we almost got kicked out when Namjoon accidentally bumped a stand making a few pieces fall and someone started a clay fight. I'm pretty sure it was Jimin but, then again anyone there could have done it and I would have not been surprised. I finish off what's all left in the pot and put my sugar and creamer into the cup. I stir it a few times before I slowly make my way back to my room. I just made it to the staircase when I heard the front door swing open, “LEE (Y/N)!” a voice I can safely say is Jin. I stand in place until he comes stomping around the corner. 

“THERE YOU ARE!” He snaps, “What the hell do you think you're doing? Did you just suddenly forget that we have Thanksgiving to prepare for?” He sneers. My eyes widen and the coffee in my hand slips from my hand. “Oh shit” I gasped as I held my head in my hands. “Woah hey! Look, it's okay!” Jin panics, “I’m sorry Oppa, I’ve been behind in school and I’ve been trying to get back on track.” I whisper. I hear him sigh, “You're being ridiculous (y/n), you're ahead of the entire class. Even Namjoon is struggling to keep up with your panicked frantic studying.” Jin scoffs crossing his arms. 

“Now I want you to go up stairs, take a shower, get dressed, and get your ass back down here so I can drag you back to my place so you can finally help me get ready for thanksgiving dinner,” Jin instructs sternly. “Yes, Oppa.” I mumble before trudging up stairs. I do exactly as he instructs and by the time I come back down Jin had cleaned up my spilled coffee and was waiting for me on the couch. 

Jin led me out to the car and started to take us to his and Joons place, but he stopped to grab us a quick bite to eat. When we finally did reach his house it was empty, “I kicked Joon out so I could get you to focus properly.” Jin answered my unspoken question. I shot him an offended look but then I realized it was probably the best thing to do. “That's fair.” I mumble, kicking off my shoes and pulling off my coat. I follow Jin to the kitchen and wash my hands as he puts on some music. 

Jin and I spend the afternoon prepping for thanksgiving. Since our families are never in town or out right doesn’t want to see us we have our own. Jin and I usually do the cooking, sometimes someone will come over a little early to help. But ever since Namjoon dropped the turkey one year he hasn’t been allowed in the kitchen since, and Jungkook cries trying to chop onions so we thought it was best if he stayed with Jimin to set the table. Yoongi or Hoseok usually help us in the kitchen, but Hoseok is too excitable and will do something wrong while Yoongi takes forever to get one task done. In the end it's alway me and Jin making dinner.

Jin and I start prepping the day before so we get everything done in time, I stay the night and we start cooking early the next morning. Jin and I start with main dishes, then sides, but we have our personal dishes we make for thanksgiving. We usually wait for the day of to make them, but I’m going to go ahead and make mine. I make three different cheesecakes for thanksgiving. I make a strawberry, cherry, and chocolate cheesecake and by the time the day ends they’re all gone.

I stay up later to finish them as Jin goes to bed, I put the last cake into the freezer before shuffling to Jin’s room. I usually sleep in the guest room but I just want the company. I haven’t left my house in almost four weeks. I push open the door and Jin lifts his head from his pillow with sleep still smothered onto his face. He doesn’t say anything, just scoots over and lifts the blanket. I shuffle closer and crawl into bed with him. He lets the blacket fall over me and loosely wraps an arm around me. I shuffle closer to him and settle close to his body soaking up the heat he gave off. 

It was quiet for a while, I’m not sure how long but it felt like a long time. I glanced up at Jin's face, he’s handsome, and he knew it. But the way his face rests makes him look enchanting in a gentle way like watching the sun set slowly. “Jin Oppa?” I whisper softly, he hums in response, eyes still closed. I didn’t reply, just continued to watch him, Jin’s eyes slowly open. “What is it (y/n)?” He whispers, I bit my lip unsure why I questioned him in the first place. “If your going to ask me to fuck you, you can forget it.” He mumbles closing his eyes again. “I wasn’t.” I reply in a soft voice, “Are you okay?” he asks as his eyes open back up. “Yeah, I just miss the company.” I whisper, I see him relax and sink further into the bed. 

“Then stop holding yourself up in your house,” Jin murmurs, “We miss you too you know.” He continues. “I love you guys,” I whisper, my voice cracking slightly as I feel hot, stressed tears escape my eyes. Jin doesn’t say anything as he pulls me closer, “It’s okay (y/n), It’ll be okay.” He mutters, running his hand up and down my back. I silently cry on Jin until it almost hurts, “We love you too.” Jin whispers as my breathing evens. I didn’t respond, just laid there, I don’t even remember closing my eyes as I woke up the next morning.

When morning came I woke up with a headache, but I still got up and helped Jin start cooking. We had four pots on the stove and three different things in the oven when Namjoon showed up with shin. They came in with donuts and coffee, true heroes. I hug Shin tightly and complement her cute sweater dress. Although she’s a bit embarrassed when I tell her at least half of us will show up in pajamas.

Shin offers to help once Jin and I have a donut and make our way back to the kitchen. My some grace of God Shin is great in the kitchen making the process faster. The rest of the boys start arriving as soon as the turkey goes in the oven, which is usually the last thing we cook. 

Jin and I actually get to join the games before dinner while we wait, but we take turns checking on the turkey like we usually do. It’s just past two in the afternoon when the turkey finishes. Jungkook and Jimin set the table making room for one more plate so Shin could join. 

As soon as the table is set all three of us carry the food to the table. Jin carries the turkey out last. I smile proudly as I see all the hungry faces. “Alright, who’s turn is it?” Jin asks. Ever since we started thanksgiving together we took turns cutting the turkey. Jin cut it our first year, Yoongi cut it the second, Hoseok, cuts it the third. “It's Namjoon’s and (y/n)’s” Yoongi answers. Namjoon and I were born the same year, so we have to share a turn. 

“I swear to god if you drop the turkey I will gut you with this knife,” I threaten as I use the turkey knife to poak the air around him. Namjoon flenches and nods raising the turkey fork as protection. 

Namjoon holds down the turkey as I cut portions into it, directing him every so often. After we cut the Turkey we started dishing out portions. I ran back to the kitchen to get the wine as everyone filled their plates. When I came back I smiled at Namjoon who made my plate for me. 

I pour wine glass by glass until everyone has some. I then placed the wine on the table and sat in my spot at the table. Jin being the oldest gets to sit at the head of the table and I, being the oldest girl, or used to be the only girl, sat at the other end. Plus we both slaved over it all so that factored in too.

Jin stood from his seat and raised his glass. “Finally a year without something going wrong!” Jin sighs, tipping his head back dramatically. Jin sat down and Yoongi stood up and raised his glass, “To us, the family that sold their dignity to the devil for good looks,” He chimes before sitting. Hoseok stood up next, “ To us, because no one will ever be as entertained by us than us.” He grins before sitting down. Namjoon stood tall with a big dimpled grin, “To us, to my friends: shine you crazy perverted, alcoholic, weirdos.” He cheers before sitting down.

I stood from my seat and raised my glass, “To us, The poisoned youth,” I toasted before sitting back down. Jimin stood next, “To us, the family that we choose ourselves.”  He cheers before sitting. Taehyung stood next, “To us, the group of parents that will embarrass our kids at every school function because of our fuckry.” He grins largely. Jungkook stood as soon as he sat down, “To us, because if you attack one of us you attack all of us.” He grins. Shin looked at her glass then over at me, I nodded at her to go.

“To us,” She squeaks, “The kind of people who I don’t understand their specific kind of crazy, but I admire their commitment to it.” she continues. Her statement caused a large grin to form on my face. “CHEERS!” I scream, the phrase is repeated by the group before we take a sip of wine. However, I’m one of the few who just downs it in one go. Including Yoongi, Jimin, and Jungkook. 

The food is devoward, and I watch in humor as Jungkook downs his third glass of wine. “Psst, Shin.” He whispers loudly, a stupid but drunk smile on his face. “Don’t tell noona, but I think you're better in bed.” He giggles. I smirk on the edge of my glass as I watch Shin roll her eyes, “Thank you Jungkook, but I’m sure that's because you never actually fucked Unnie.” She replied. 

“You're welcome,” He grins, too drunk to process her statement. “Hey (y/n)!” Jin called from the other end of the table, “Yes Jin?” I laugh at his overly excited face. “I finally figured out why no one but you finds my cheesy jokes and puns funny!” He exclaimed. I smile widely, I always liked Jin’s dad jokes. They are genuinely funny to me, much to the annoyance of the group of friends we had. Sometimes if Jin told a really good one he could pull a laugh from Hobi and a chuckle from Namjoon, but everyone else found them overly cheesy.

“And why is that?” I grin, fully prepared to egg him on. “They’re all laugh-tose intolerant.” He grins, Laughter bubbles up from my throat as I lean back in my chair to brace myself. A few groans fell from the men around us but a giggle fell from Shin’s lips. I grin even wider, “You all must not have a good sense of humor! Shin laughed!” I chide at the rest of the table. 

Jin turned to Shin with a large smile, “I tell a lot of dad jokes but I don’t have kids. I guess I’m a faux pa.” He laughs loudly with his signature loud windshield laugh. Shin giggled harder as I covered my mouth so I wasn’t too loud. Once I managed to smother them a little I took a long ‘sip’ of my wine.

“Hey (y/n)?” Jin questions, I hum over the edge of my glass. “What did the grape say when he was crushed.” He asked, I shrugged as I started drinking the last of my drink. “Nothing, he just let out a little wine.” He grinned. I choked on what was left of my actual wine laughing. My reaction causes the table to erupt in laughter as I bang my fist against the table trying to breath.

“What did a drunk woman say to a man at the bar?” He asked once I calmed down, “What?” I giggled breathlessly. “Alcohol-you later.” He grins, I throw my whole body back to my chair as I laugh. My gut twisted at how hard I was laughing, “Okay! Okay! No more! My body can only take so much!” I laugh.

“One more! I’ve been saving this for you!” He grinned, “What happens to an artist when she has trouble finding inspiration?” He asks. “I swear if this is another french girl joke I’ll pee myself.” I sigh, “She draws a blank.” He finished. I laugh so hard I curl up into my seat. 

“You guys are like...the worst.” Namjoon sighs, I grin over at him. “But we’re still friends.” I tease, “Friendship is so weird.” Taehyung pouts. He looks half asleep but he bolts up with vigor. “Like you just pick out random humans and say ‘Yes. I choose these. These are the humans I want to go on adventures with,’ “ he rants waving his hands. 

“You say that like you aren’t human taetae.” I giggle, “AM I?” He questioned with wide eyes and raised eyebrows. “What if I’m not? What does that make me?” He gasps as he throws his hands up to chest feeling himself as he goes through his identity crisis. “I dunno an alien?” I shrug, It looked like I struck a bell as his face morphed into realization. 

“Am I an Alien Noona?” He whispers harshly, eyeing the rest of the table as they watched with amused eyes. I lean forward, “Maybe. So let's not let anyone find out.” I whispered as I gave a mockingly serious face. He ate it right up though as he nodded and quietly leaned back in his seat looking guilty as hell. 

The entire table snickers at Tae but he’s too drunk to actually notice. “Lee (y/n) everyone, the only person that could scare the devil himself!,” Hobi jokes, “I wouldn’t say that,” I giggle. “The devil and I get along just fine. Don’t we Namjoon.” I grin, Namjoon shot me a glare before giving me the finger.

“Don’t be so crass, We are at a family gathering!” I playfully scolded. “Oh yeah, because family’s fuck each other.” Namjoon chides. “Okay first of all we only do that on occasion but last time I checked the last time I fucked anyone at this table was when Jungkook had his birthday party!” I sneer. “Second of all, me and you both know this entire group isn’t officially labeled as anything. We’re a fuckfest of labels and I happen to like it that way because who needs labels anyway!” I snap glaring at him.

“And thirdly, as far as I’m concerned the only and last person I will probobly ever fuck at this tabled again is Taehyung because he pretty much guaranteed himself using his birthday command to have his turn with me!” I finished. 

“DAMN STRAIGHT! I WANT MY FUCKING TURN!” Tae Shouts slamming his hands on the table. “THE FUCKING BABY OF ALL PEOPLE GOT TO HAVE HER! I WANT MY TURN!” He whines pointing at the dubbed baby who was nodding off until Taehyung aggressively pointes in his direction. The actions caused him to jump and sit straight in his seat looking around as if he’s missed something.

“Okay we get it! You're horny for your noona! We get it!” Yoongi sighs. Taehyung groans and slumps in his chair. “She’s right about one thing though,” Jimin chimes, “I like how we don’t have a label. Labels can be damned.” He smiles before sipping on his drink. “Fucking cheers!” I praise raising my glass in Jimin’s direction, he smirks and does the same before we both knock back our drinks.

“Hobi! Truth or Dare?” I question boldly, Hobi bolts at the opportunity. “Dare!” He answers, I smirk and raise my empty glass. “I dare you to get me another drink!” I chime, He groans before getting up. “I’m game! (y/n) truth or dare?” Namjoon pounces. “Truth,” I sneer.

“When we were at the aquarium what was your secret?” He questions, “Sensory, covered up their eyes so all they could do was feel what I was doing to them. Made them a sobbing mess after our teasing.” I recall. Namjoon nods his head enlightened. 

Hobi comes back with my drink, I kiss his cheek when he leans down to put on the table. “Thank you Hobi.” I purr, causing him to chuckle. I wasn't that drunk but I definitely felt it.

“Shin truth or Dare?” Hobi asks, Shin jumped and looked at him. “Truth,” She said uncertainly, Hoseok smiles brightly. “What is your all time favorite position?” He asks, I roll my eyes at the question. Shin has a hard thinking look on her face, I guess it's because of the alcohol. “The one that has a leg out...but sometimes it's like way up in the air.” She slightly slurs as she draws out the word ‘way’. “I think I know what you're talking about.” Hobi giggles patting her head as he walks back to his seat. “My turn right?” she questions looking over at me and I nod.

“Ooh okay!” She giggles, clapping her hands excitedly. “Unnie! Truth or Dare!” She giggles bouncing in her seat. The table watches us amused. “Dare,” I challenge leaning forward in her directions daringly.

She pouts, clearly hoping I would go for truth. But her face lights up as if she’s had the best idea in her life, “I dare you to love me forever!” She demands slapping her hands on the table for good measure. Laughter broke out around the table, “Sure thing honey.” I agreed easily, she seemed overly pleased with herself as I did so.

“My turn!” Jimin sings, “Jin Truth or Dare?” He questions eagerly.  “Dare!” He slurs, “I dare you…” We didn’t hear the rest of it as he whispers in Jin's ear. Jin eagerly agreed though, to whatever the sneaky gremlin planned. “Taehyung Truth or Dare?” Jin questions, “Truth,” the sleepy boy answers. 

“Are you an Alien?” Jin asks, Tae shot up so fast it made me dizzy. It seemed to have made him dizzy too as he stumbled slightly. Jungkook who was asleep beside him wines at yet another disturbance sourcing from him. “I...I don’t even...NOONA!” He whines, as laughter fills the room. “No Taehyung you're not an Alien.” I aid.

Jimin whines at my answer, “Why’d you ruin it (y/n)?” He pouts as I can vaguely see him kick his feet under the table. “Was that your dare?” I scoff, “To get Jin of all people, to ask if Tae was an Alien?” I continue. “What's that supposed to mean?” Jin butts in, “yes it was, bite me.” Jimin snaps. “If I bit you, you’d cum in your pants horny bitch.” I jeer, “I have no shame in admitting that’s true.” Jimin chimes sticking his nose up as I roll my eyes. 

“Next!” I call, ready to pass this subject. “Jimin Truth or Dare?” Taehyung asks spitefully, oh boy. “Dare,” he challenged, “I dare you to show up to midterms naked!” He sneers. A laugh ripped through me faster than I had time to mentally process. Jimin is visibly stunned, “Wait! Wait! Tae, that's not the rules! No one is allowed to do anything naked. He has to wear -something-” I stress through not only my laughter but the entire room’s. Taehyung sighs dramatically, “Fine” He wines. “I dare you to show up to midterms in nothing but your mom’s silky robe from Japan.” He revised.

More laughter filled the room as Jimin groaned. “Jungkook, your turn. Get up.” Tae nudged a once again sleeping Jungkook. The boy in question whined loudly, almost painfully. “Someone! Anyone! Just take me to bed!” He continues to wine. “Well I think that's our cue to wrap up dinner.” I laugh, “Jin and I will take him to bed.” I smiled walking over to the pouting boy who held out grabby hands once he heard my statement. 

“But he has to help clean up!” Jimin chides, “Save some dishes for him, I’ll make sure he does them tomorrow.” Jin spoke up as he rose from his chair. Another rule for Thanksgiving: Whoever doesn’t cook has to clean up. I pull Jungkook from his chair but grunt when he lays all his weight on me.

Jin helps me drag him all the way to the guest bedroom, Jin throws him on the bed and I pull off his shoes before we leave him there. I yawn once I make it back to the group who are cleaning up. “I call dibs on sleeping with Jin tonight!” I call to them. 

“Shin if you're staying I’m sure me and Jin can squeeze you in with us.”I smile, “And what about the rest of us?” Jimin calls. “I don’t know! You're grown up, figure it out!” I call back. 

With that the three of us make our way to Jin’s room, blissful that we don’t have to deal with drunk clean up. I steal a T-shirt from Jin before I help Shin into one of  his PJ sets. Jin changed into a T-shirt and sweatpants before he climbed into bed on the left side, I claimed the right as Shin snuggled into the middle. 

All of shift until we’re comfortable, which ended up with Jin throwing an arm over shin which left it resting on my rib cage, My leg is wedged betweens shin’s resting up against Jin’s leg, and Shin’s back is pushed into Jin’s chest but her arms are wrapped around me. 

All three of us fell asleep shortly after getting comfortable and I don’t think we even realized it until the next morning, So I say it's safe to say this has been one of our most successful thanksgivings so far.

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[antpernas]

10/14/22

It's been a while!

As such (and as always), I'm not sure where I want to begin. But yet again, it seems like the easiest way to start is typing out some bullets :)

Bought a Macbook Pro!! Very fun purchase to make, and was presently surprised at the lightened burden on my wallet after getting an unexpected tuition refund shortly after :D I still have yet to make full use of it, but I have had some with VSCode and Garageband. Also got around to organizing a lot of my hard drive and old photos, which took way less time than it would've on my Surface Pro! I'm now overcoming (slowly but surely) my long-held grudge against Apple.

Starting talking to this guy I matched with in D.C. over text, he's pretty cool!

Went on a date with a very sweet Brazilian man here in Miami, we chatted in Portuguese the whole time. I'm hoping to see him again!

Lost my dad's wallet at a Home Depot (somehow)

Lost (and recovered!) my wallet at a state park (and I'm slowly accepting the fact that I lose a lot of stuff)

Bought some new jewelry finally! I got new septums and I have yet to order the matching earrings :D

Met my music friend after two years of texting, he's cool! (But also really mean)

Met a bunch of cool cats from UM Frost, they are the best! Also went to the Wharf for the first time with them and one of my own friends from FIU, super cool!

Been playing a bunch of Splatoon 3 (though I missed the first Splatfest since I went up to WPB with my cousins that weekend)

School is going alright, I passed all the midterms that have been graded thus far so I'm feeling good! I do want to start putting more time into studying though (that week and the week preceding really threw me off my routine)

Started reading Homestuck again... truly incredible

Lots of cool music as always, and I'm trying to follow a new system to listen to a specific genre of music each day (with fun names to go along for each one!)

I think that's about it?

I also have been meaning to just jot this down. Part of me wants to be brief and just spit it out, part of me wants to give full context and really get into the meat and potatoes of it... But I think for now I'll just do the former and save the rest for another post.

Long story short, I've been thinking a lot about one of the guys who ghosted me a good while back. And for the past few days, for some reason, it's been eating at me. I've been mulling on it a lot, and I honestly, though, don't think it has much to do with him specifically. It's urging me to look at my life, and I'm questioning now whether or not I'm really happy/content, and whether or not I'm really accomplishing what it is I know I want to do with my life. It also is urging me to look at my sexual trauma, but that's something I'm more reluctant to admit to and begin to unpack. But I also think it's just been a bad week. Yesterday and today were better, and I didn't really think of him much, so I'm not stressing. I'm trying to remind myself even if I were to keep having thoughts about him, that's okay, and we all heal at our own paces.

But ok! That's it for now. Kisses and be safe :D

[umichenginabroad]

(Prague) WEEK 4: Copenhagen, criminals, dystopian hostel, LDOC

Dobry den!! 

Last weekend I flew from Prague for the first time, and it was very easy. We took an uber to the airport and got there 1.5 hours before our flight, which was plenty of time. Security was very fast and the airport was pretty small so it was easy. We arrived in Copenhagen in the morning and immediately checked into our hostel. When I tell you our hostel was a literal CLOSET. In a giant room full of other little pods. It was so dystopian and kinda looked like a jail, but the bathrooms and common area were super nice to make up for it. Our pod fit the three of us just fine but we couldn’t all stand up at the same time lol.

Our pod and the giant hallway full of other pods

We walked around so much (my feet are dying), went to a cute flea market, tried a traditional Danish meatball smorrebrod, saw the famous street with the colorful buildings, and so much more. There were also docks on the water where people were tanning, swimming, and hanging out. We were planning on going to a food market and getting snacks to have a picnic at the docks but unfortunately it rained the rest of the day. 

Nyhavn and the docks

Flea market and cute flower shops everywhere!

We got checked on the bus and it was so scary. We had bought tickets for every other train/bus that we took, but we couldn’t figure out how to buy bus tickets and were so exhausted from walking all day so we just decided to wing it. The checkers came on the bus and yelled at us and took pictures of our IDs. I was so scared at first but they said since we are tourists it’s just a warning and we can’t ride public transportation without a ticket again. I told my family we are international criminals to scare them lol, but it wasn’t a big deal. I just know in the future to always buy a ticket!! It would’ve been so much worse if it happened in Prague since I’m living here, but luckily I bought the monthly tram pass here.

On Sunday when we got home, the weather was so nice so we decided to spend the day outside. We took a nap in the sun at Riegrovy Sady and finally got a little bit of a tan (it’s hard to get tan when you’re in class all day and we've been feeling pasty haha). Then Alyse and I went to La Boheme to struggle through our math homework, and the coffee and food was so good it made up for the difficult math problems.

Last week we spontaneously booked a flight for Ibiza to spend 24 hours there and see Calvin Harris and David Guetta so stay tuned to see if I make it out alive. We leave tomorrow and I can’t wait!! (If you can’t tell from these pictures, we were very excited to book it). But I have my linear algebra midterm two days after we get back so I was on my grind this whole week studying and sleeping a lot.

Getting excited and listening to Calvin Harris while we book our flights

Weekly favorites:

Coffee: Dirty Maple from La Boheme

Cafe: Vzorkovna (not exactly a cafe lol but we love this place. You can research if you want)

Restaurant: The Bowls

Sight: National Gallery (we went for class and some of the exhibits were super cool!)

Another amazing week in Prague/Europe! We’re now at the halfway point (I’m typing this in my very last art history class!), which actually makes me so sad. For our last day, our teacher took us to a cafe where we all got ciders and hung out, and it was such a special moment. I’m excited to only have one class a day moving forward, but I feel like I haven’t been in Prague for very long! My roommates and I were talking about how we planned all our trips and we will miss sitting down at our kitchen table together and stressing for hours as flight prices go up and down lol. We only have 2 more trips planned after this weekend, which makes me so sad. However, we are staying in Prague next weekend which I’m very excited about, because I haven’t spent a weekend here since the first weekend I got here. Thanks for keeping up with my adventures, see you next week!!

Parker Peterson

Industrial and Operations Engineering

Engineering in Prague

[aprilxries]

Good Luck Charm//Chapter Three

Pairing: Sidney Crosby/Original Female Character (no name)

Words: 1.4k

Rating: Teen & Up

Chapters: 3/10

(all chapters can be found on my page by searching good luck charm in my tags :) )

It was early Saturday morning when I headed to the university library. I was meant to be studying for a midterm, but I just couldn’t focus. The words on the pages of my textbook all blurred together. I took a break to walk to the coffee shop down the street, but even that couldn’t calm my nerves. I told myself to get it together. I was going to go to the arena tonight, say hello to Sidney in the kitchen, and then go home and make dinner for my grandmother. Maybe I could even catch the game on TV.

By the time 5:30 rolled around I had finished half my paper. Not my best work, but it felt good to have managed something. Usually the library was my happy place. Hopefully today was just a fluke. I packed up all my school things and ran to catch the bus. It was freezing outside, and the bus was full of tired commuters just like me. A baby shook its tiny fist at me from its perch on someone’s shoulder. I shook my fist back. The baby started crying. I turned around in embarrassment.

I speed walked the three blocks from the bus stop to the arena. Christ it was cold. I really needed a new winter jacket. My beloved purple coat was starting to fail me. Maybe I could cut it up and make it into something else. The wool was worn thin, but I had a few vague ideas for how it could be repurposed. The arena came into view and I sighed in relief. My breath billowed like smoke around me.

It was blessedly warm inside. I knew vaguely where the kitchen was, so I shuffled my way around until I reached the right area. Pulling open the door, I was greeted by the sight of what looked like a restaurant kitchen. Several people looked up at me so I did the only logical thing and immediately turned around and slammed the door behind me. This is the second time I’ve gotten lost in this godforsaken place and I’ve only worked here a week. I leaned against the wall across from the kitchen doors and considered options. I could wait here and hope Sidney would find me, go back in and ask for directions, look up a map of the arena, or give up and go home. Before I could make a decision the door swung open again. A man in a white coat stepped out drying his hands on a dishtowel.

“Oh good you’re still here.” He said. “Are you lost?”

I told him I was and about how Sidney had asked me to meet him in the kitchen at 6. He nodded as if this was a regular occurrence. “You’re looking for the team kitchen. Go down the hall, take a left, and then it’ll be the third door on the right. Big windows, can’t miss it.”

I still got turned around once, but I finally made it to my destination. The team kitchen was more like the office break room than a kitchen, but it was warm and cozy. The walls were painted a pale soothing yellow.

Sidney waved to me from his spot at one of the tables. His hair was curled around his ears, and his tshirt was much too small. Swinging my backpack off my shoulders, I sat down across from him. Sidney had a large binder open in front of him. It was full of fuzzy little squares.

“Hi.” I said. He returned the greeting and we sat awkwardly in silence for a moment. “So, are you excited to play hockey?” As soon as the words were out of my mouth I knew it was the wrong thing to say.

Sidney’s eyes widened and he started laughing. I stared at the ceiling. Sidney didn’t stop laughing, so I kept staring at the ceiling. I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me whole. Once it died down a little I chanced a look in his direction. He was staring at me, face flushed and smiling.

“Yes.” He said. “I am excited to play hockey.” I put my face in my hands. Sidney giggled again. Through my hands I could see the edge of the binder open on the table. Desperate to change the subject I asked him what it was. Sidney, a saint, let the change in conversation slide.

“It’s carpet samples. I want to redo my media room, and my sister said this would be good to soak up a little bit of the noise.” Sidney pushed the binder toward me. I nodded along, flipping through the pages of different samples. Absent-mindedly, I started to list off the pros and cons of the different materials and textures. Eventually I realized I was rambling and stopped abruptly, pushing the binder back to Sidney.

“Sorry,” I apologized. “I know that was probably more than you wanted to know.”

“No,” Sidney shook his head, eyes wide. “That was great. Are you into interior design or something?”

I explained to him about my major and how some of the same principles of fashion design overlap with interior design. He nodded along graciously but, again, it was definitely more than he needed to know. He just made me so nervous. “So, yeah. That’s it.” I finished awkwardly.

Sidney hummed to himself for a minute, flicking through the samples again. “I think I understood pretty much all of what you said, but I’m still not sure.” He pushed the binder back towards me. “Which one do you think is best?”

I slid the binder back to him immediately. “I can’t choose for you. I haven’t seen the space, and more importantly, it’s your home. You should choose what you like.”

Sidney flashed me a grin. “What I like,” He mused to himself. “I like knowing what’s best.”

I rolled my eyes. Sidney frowned at me, “I’m serious!”

“It’s just such a non-answer.” I said. “Aren’t you the captain? You’re supposed to be good at making decisions.”

Sidney seemed surprised by my sarcasm but not displeased. “Well in that case, what I want is for you to come see the space and choose what you think is best. That’s my decision.”

“Um, what?” I spluttered. “I couldn’t possibly.”

Sidney interrupted me, “Yes, you can. Are you free tomorrow afternoon?”

I was at a loss for words. A week ago Sidney Crosby was basically a fictional person to me. Someone you saw on TV in passing, and now he was inviting me into his home. This was insane. My life was insane. Under no circumstances was I going into this man’s house.

“Yes.” My mouth was a traitor that was no longer connected to my brain apparently.

“Oh, great! I can pick you up after practice tomorrow? Would that be okay?”

I nodded dumbly, and Sidney smiled again. “Here give me your phone.” I handed over my phone, uncomprehending. Sidney fiddled with it for a minute before handing it back. “I texted myself so that you have my number.” He said this like it was an everyday occurrence and not the strangest thing to ever happen to me.

“Uh, okay.” I stuttered out. Someone called Sidney’s name from the doorway. He got up and knocked the table three times before shrugging into a jacket I hadn’t noticed before. I could see the outline of his abs through his tee. Feeling caught out, I averted my gaze before Sidney could notice. “Text me your address, okay?” He said, leaning toward me over the table. His voice was soft but his eyes were strangely intense.

I promised I would. Sidney nodded once, and turned and left without a word.

I sat by myself in a daze for what could have been a minute or an hour. When I came back to myself, I realized I was here for more than one reason and pulled my textbooks out of my bag. How was I going to tell my grandmother about this?

On my bus ride home later that night I looked up the score.

The pens won against the hurricanes 6-3.

Maybe this would work out. Maybe I could be his good luck charm.

[notnctu]

backseat chronicles - n.jm | ridin’ club

━ welcome to the ridin’ club smut series

genre ➠ slow burn, smut, fluff, lil angst  wordcount ➠ 8.5k details ➠ fem!reader, streetracer!jaemin, badboy!jaemin, college!au ━ where Jaemin brings you to his club races as his arm candy. warnings ➠ explicit language, overstimulation, flirty banter, pet names, softdom!jaemin, car sex, praise kink, hittin it raw (y/n on the pill), oral, daddy kink, slight corruption kink, fingering synopsis ➠ There is no reasonable explanation as to why or how you always end up in the backseat of Na Jaemin’s beloved car. Almost routinely, he picks you up around ten in the evening with the stereo blasting the raunchiest lyrics for your entire suburban neighborhood to hear. The entire night remains purely friendly, a dabble of flirtatious comments because well, it’s Jaemin for fuck sakes. But all it takes is one suggestive gaze from his dark, lustful eyes and a drop in his voice that rumbles your core to have you climbing over the seats to get to the back. taglist ➠ @rabbit-doyochi​​​ ; @darkneogotmyback​​​ ; @im-lame-irl​​​ ; @p-mini​​​ ; @niniluvsmarkhyuck​​​ ; @saniahmichael​​ ; @jaehy9ngs​​​ ; @danyxthirstae01​​​ ; @jaehyunoos​​​ ; @pikijaemin​​​ ; @suhweo​​​ ; @yunoyeol​​​ ; @lanadreamie​​​ ; @ta3ilmoon​​​ ; 

a/n ➠ hi yall its author doie❀!! thank you for over 1k notes on this series, im beyond impressed by the amount of attention this got! it really blew up and its so crazy!! i wrote this one with more of a romantic plotline i realized its too hard to keep it pwp with all the story building and characterization i have :)) it’s almost over yall! pls pls leave me feedback im sorry it took so long to write ):

While college lecture rooms are too big to interact with other students, discussion classes are there to ease the difficulty. A classroom for about twenty students from a three hundred person lecture. It’s administered by a clueless TA, who barely began his second term in graduate school.

Unlike lecture, attendance is mandatory for participation points. You show up every time without a fail, so it came as a shock to you when a certain blue haired student finally appeared from the list of absent students.

Na Jaemin. The notorious playboy with looks that kill and partakes in some illegal racing club. It’s as if every person in the room fawns over his aura, Jaemin drips with an inexplicable alluring confidence. You didn’t know anything about him besides the fact that he never shows up for class and rumors about how he’s slept with the entire cheer squad.

But he’s drawn to you like a magnet: always sitting in the available spot next to you, asking about your day before the TA arrives, developing an odd staring problem. You don’t feed much into his attention, minding your own business when he starts with his notably flirtatious greeting.

“You just take my breath away, (Y/N).” Jaemin cocks back in his seat with legs stretched wide in an overly comfortable manner. The smug smirk on his face cannot be ignored, he’s doing the absolute most to get you to pay the smallest attention to him.

“I didn’t do anything in particular to do that, Jaemin.” You respond bitterly, pulling out your notes for today’s discussion class. The TA enjoys wasting the first twenty minutes going over the past lecture slides and running through the most obvious topics.

You pay no mind to Jaemin peering over at you with the single handedly most dreamy eyes and smile --- stars shining in his dark orbs and a dazzling twinkle in his wide toothy grin.

“That’s why you’re so amazing. You do nothing and it still leaves me breathless.” His sneaky eyes examine your clothing choice for the long day. On this warm afternoon, the short tank top does nothing to hide much of your skin and the denim shorts that ride up a little too well drive Jaemin insane. And when you cross your legs together, he swallows the spit that pools in the back of his throat.

Your ears catch onto the murmurs of the rest of the class, the midterm is next week. The wretched midterm that is half of your grade dooms you, it is going to take an endless amount of completely undistracted dedicated hours of study--- “On a more serious note, can you help me with this class?”

His voice shatters your inner panic, if anything, adds to the stress that already beats down on your shoulders. You look up to glare at him, but you’re entirely taken aback by the new styling of his hair and the exposure of his tattoos.

The sweet blue cotton candied strands are ruffled lazily above his brows, messy from him constantly running his hand through them. Jaemin sits relaxed in gray sweatpants that are extremely baggy on his slender figure, hands are shoved casually into the pockets.

But what has you staring for longer is the long sleeve of tattoos that wrap around his left arm. Not that you’re surprised that Jaemin has tattoos, let alone a whole sleeve, but this is your first time seeing it as this is the first time he’s come to class without his leather jacket on. Something about the intricate lines and shadowing make Jaemin seem much cooler, almost more attractive.

When you meet his eyes, his lips curl slowly into a sly side smile and he’s practically eating you up under his gaze. He definitely knew that you were staring and what comes next out of his mouth will haunt you for it. “Like what you see, beautiful?”

“I don’t have the time to help you.” The best way out of this situation is to simply ignore it. Jaemin is overly adored and admired by many, he’ll find someone else to help him.

“Jaemin, do you want to study together?” There you go, folks. The random girl snickers with her small huddle of friends in the upper corner of the room, like a crowd of crows, they’re all waiting around for Jaemin to accept her offer so he can be easily integrated into their little group.

However, you watch how his glances bounce between you and her. The most sickly sweet, kind smile is almost too fake to consider it to be genuine. His final choice surprises you, “thank you for offering, but I only want (Y/N)...”

Your breath hitches and gets caught in your throat as you hope for him to finish his sentence, the drumming of your heart distracting you even more. Jaemin wants you? While the thought is flattering, it puzzles you greatly.

“... to help me with my studies.” Jaemin finishes his sentence after a rather long pause, his eyes finally resting upon your figure shying away and finding any way to seem uninterested in the conversation. “Is that going to be okay, (Y/N)?”

“What do I get out of it?” You can’t believe that you are actually considering it. But this is a man that only wants you to help him. Jaemin is an impossible, yet charming man and whatever comfortable attire he is wearing today is really aiding in his request.

He lights up, ears perked up and eyes attentive. His hands fold together on the empty desk, leaning forward towards you. “Dates with me.”

Rolling your eyes, you groan slightly at the arrogant answer. “I don’t care about that. I want something that benefits me.”

“I’ll make sure you’re well fed.” There is a tiny plea in his tone, a remarkable shift from his cool aura. “What do you want? I’ll give it to you.”

“I guess I can’t turn down free food…” there is a hang in your sentence as you contemplate what chaos you’re about to dive into and what life changes are about to be explored with Jaemin.

“Before you agree,” Jaemin chuckles, “there’s one more thing I’d like you to do for me.”

You’re quick to shoot a daggering glare at the overly enthusiastic boy, “why do I suddenly owe you favors?”

“Because I say so.” He deadpans, a chill running down your spine at the deep dip in his octave. The playfulness that was present all this time suddenly vanished, a serious look that intimidates you, but sexy enough to where it erupts something in your core. He blinks at you with dark clouded eyes and you nervously anticipate what he is going to ask next of you.

“Accompany me to my races.” He speaks lowly as if he’s afraid of someone else eavesdropping in the conversation.

Here’s your issue with that request: you’ve never really been part of that scene. You’ve lived pretty mundanely, even in college. It’s simple, you like to stay within the boundaries of what you enjoy to do and what you have to do. But you’re always open minded and willing to try something to determine whether or not you’re fond of it.

Partying and drinking copious amounts of alcohol weren’t your favorite things to do, especially to the point of forgetting your nights. You wanted to remember your nights as much as you do your days. The youth isn’t here for long, why waste them by blacking out in the middle of a large party? Also, whoever said that alcohol goes down smooth is a blatant liar.

Illegal racing could possibly be an extension of people who participate in those things, which is fine, but does place a crippling fear of coming off too boring or unrelatable inside your nervous system. But just because you don’t do those things doesn’t mean that you’re not as cool, right?

Since when was your status based nonsensically on how often you spend your nights in socializing crowds full of sweaty bodies and how much cheap booze you can drink? It had to be all in your head --- you’re just dreading any awkward socializing with people who race cars when it’s absolutely illegal.

“Why me?” It’s a genuine answer, possibly stemming from your insecurities of not being on the same level of charm as Jaemin exudes. You’re not a fool, you’re well aware of the many different people he comes across on campus so, why you?

Jaemin doesn’t hesitate to answer, “why not you? You’re just my type. Hot and smart. Cute and a little shy. The greatest duality, if you ask me.” His words seem so genuine that it has you believing these things about yourself as well.

Nonetheless, you’re taken aback by his observations and his choice of descriptions. “We’ve barely ever talked. How can you say these things so confidently about me?”

Jaemin slightly pulls your chair closer to his own and you yelp in response to the sudden movement and lack of space that separates the two of you. He leans into you, breath hot on your skin and obvious eyes darting between your shocked ones and pretty lips.

“So let’s get to know each other. I can already tell that it’ll just make me fall for you even more.” His finger lightly traces your jaw, stopping at your chin to give it a small lift to meet his focus. Jaemin loves how you squirm underneath his intensity, you’re too cute to let go. “Plus, my boys will love you. I’m sure of it.”

The TA rushes in quickly and is utterly distressed from the traffic that had pushed back his schedule. “Sorry, I’m late everyone.” He rummages through his things to find his notes, but groans to see that the monitor of the computer is off. It’s going to take him another ten minutes to input all his credentials.

But your attention doesn’t stray from Jaemin, especially with his delicate touch at the bottom of your chin. His gentle smile enacts nothing but a soft love, and a peak of interest. Na Jaemin, the one and only. He’s like an adventure waiting to be explored, an open bottle of fun for you to take a sip.

“What would I have to do?” Your voice comes out shaky.

“Just be there as your pretty self.” Jaemin comes off as the type to always have women around him, “you’ll be my lucky charm. For some reason, I always feel better around you.”

The escalation of this conversation is possibly more action you’ve had to handle in the last two years. Jaemin drops your chin and falls back into his own seat with his arms crossed. He is about to turn your life upside down and whether that be a good or bad thing, you don’t mind. You’re excited for the new thrills that come with being by Na Jaemin’s side.

Jaemin’s hot hands lift your shirt quickly, throwing it towards the front seat of his car. His lips return to your soft neck, nibbling at your skin tenderly and with love bites that will remind you of his gentle touches. The streetlamps outside flicker impatiently as you feel the eagerness soaking your panties and he lifts you up to take them off.

“My sweet girl,” his voice is light and airy that it becomes almost lost in the heat of the car. “You’re excited tonight. Did you miss me?” The devilish smirk can be felt upon your collarbones.

“Yes, I haven’t seen you for almost five days.” A peculiar whine settles in your pout and Jaemin’s low growl sends shivers down your spine. The only barrier are his own tight jeans and your hands are fast at unbuckling his belt. Jaemin relaxes back, forearms resting on your soft thighs and watching the neediness in your expression and the speed of your hands. He smiles to himself seeing you this way, wanting him so badly that you can’t wait to get him out of his jeans.

Throughout the two months that you and Jaemin finally became well acquainted, he’s fallen inexplicably into your trance. His friends made it very clear to you that he doesn’t keep the same girl around for more than a few weeks. But he’s brought you to almost every race so far and despite the initial shock of your appearance after the third time, you didn’t let the passing comments phase you.

Why he hasn’t replaced you is unknown and truthfully, there is no reasonable explanation how you always wind up in the backseat of his car by the end of the night. It’s become part of your routine. Jaemin picks you up around ten in the evening with raunchy lyrics blasting out of his personalized car for your entire suburban neighborhood to hear. More often than not, Jaemin has food ready for you to devour and a cozy blanket for your exposed legs.

You’ve learned a bit more about him through your backseat chronicles. Jaemin is possibly one of the only people in your life with a heart bigger than his own body, while also being as carefree as he can. Oddly enough, he cares about you as his friend and as his companion. Not to mention the ridiculous, yet endearing nickname, “Lucky Charm”, that he has coined upon you.

Jaemin has been the best adventure you’ve had in ages. While he takes you on intoxicating thrill rides on the leather of his back seats, every street race has been more than unforgettable. He shares one of the same values as you --- wanting to remember the present. You both know that you’ll remember each other enough for it to transcend into your next lives.

You have him to thank for your youthful experiences, to learn and dive into this new found world of mischief under his care. Jaemin treats you extraordinarily well, he’d never hurt a soul. He showers you in appraisal and carefulness, he’s attentive to your behavior and remembers your favorite things. And he reminds you almost every time you see him that he’s so grateful to have you in his life.

“Have you been touching yourself?” Jaemin’s bold question catches you off guard as it causes your hands to shyly hover over his unzipped jeans. When you glance up at him with soft innocent eyes, as if you’re guilty of a crime and wish to beg for forgiveness, his facial expression is serious and intimidating. 

“Continue, baby. You can be honest with me. Daddy isn’t going to punish you if you did.” His tone is sweet and light, but his eyes are dark and piercing. His lips are drawn tightly into a thin line, no curve in sight.

His finger grazes down your cheek gently as he admires your slightly parted lips and the way your eyelashes dance every time you blink. However, his other hand urges you to continue your previous action of getting him out of his restrictive jeans.

You nod, while rubbing his erection through his gray briefs that hug him so tightly. There’s a sharp intake of breath when you pull the waistband of his underwear down and his cock stands against his lower abdomen. “Do you think of me when you do?” His voice gets caught in his throat when you take him in your warm hand.

“Always.” You kiss his jawline and fix your position above his dick. Your slick pussy presses down against his shaft, coating it in your juices and rubbing his tip to your clit for a delicious sensation. Jaemin groans, his gaze dipping between your lower bodies and back to your face.

“My sweet (Y/N) thinks about her daddy fucking her senseless while she touches herself.” Jaemin chuckles darkly, grinding his hips harder against you. There is a shift in the atmosphere as he grips your hips and slowly enters your dripping hole. “That’s cute, baby.”

You hold onto his shoulders as his raw dick fills you to the brim, stretching you out like past nights. Gasps leave your body when he starts pulling all the way out to only have you sink back down. “Daddy, please just fuck me.”

Jaemin picks up his speed, knowing that you have a quiz due at midnight that you scolded him for forgetting earlier. The grip on his shoulders tighten as this man navigates your body all too well. He knows you like the back of his hand, fucking the spot that causes your body to lose control.

One of his favorite sights in the world is the view of your lips parted open with loud whimpers falling effortlessly. Your eyes roll back into your skull as his hips roll deeper into your walls, the tip hitting your sweet spot repeatedly.

“You’re always the best girl for me, aren’t you?” His hand wraps around your neck when you throw your head back, choking you lightly and your walls grip around his shaft. “I know you’re close. Cum on my dick, baby. Be a good girl.”

Jaemin’s tattoos shine under the moonlight when you peer down at him. His hooded eyes are intoxicated by the pure image of your fucked out body and he’s truly in love. “My good girl, come on baby.” He continues to encourage, his other hand giving you a smack on your ass when he drills mercilessly into you.

The familiar bubbling occupy your lower half and the feeling of release unravels all so suddenly. You fall forward, Jaemin lets go of your neck to hold your limp body close to him, your head on his shoulder as your orgasm overtakes you. He grinds his hips into you to prolong your shaking climax, cooing sweet nothings in your ear as his other hand takes a whole handful of ass to squeeze.

He bottoms out, filling you up to the rim to cum deep inside of you. Jaemin moans loudly, his cum spilling all over your walls. You two sit like that until he grows soft, pampering your temples with gentle kisses. Jaemin remembers to take care of you, no matter what.

While you’re in his arms, he reaches for sanitary wipes in the side compartments. He lifts your hips slowly to pull out and you sigh at the emptiness. Gently, he swipes at the dripping cum from your pussy and makes sure that you’re all cleaned up before getting dressed.

“So, you want to tell me why you’ve been MIA for the past five days?” Rolling your eyes, you pull up your panties and fix the last decency of your hair.

“Car meets that are too far for me to take you.” His thumb rubs your chin lovingly and Jaemin’s eyes are so bright and mesmerizing, you find that it’s hard to look him in the eye at times.

“Not because you’ve been hooking up with other girls?” There is a tinge of sarcasm that laces your rhetorical question and though you don’t expect him to give you an actual answer, you take note of his reaction. Jaemin raises an eyebrow, clearing his throat and looking out the window away from you.

“And if I was?” Truthfully, that question hurt you more than your’s hurt him. His hand rests underneath his chin as he patiently waits for your answer. He admires the clear night sky and the rundown abandoned liquor store that stands all by itself.

“What do you want me to say?” Question after question, a stiff tension replaces the sex of the car.

“I’ll take you back now.” Jaemin crawls back to the driver’s seat, completely ignoring your confused figure. He has always been quite like this: going aloof whenever he wants to dodge something. However, it’s been happening more frequently the past times you two have been seeing each other.

The truth is simple, yet entirely complex at the same time. You and Jaemin aren’t dating, despite always going out together and him posessively introducing you to other men. You and Jaemin aren’t dating.

Nevertheless, it doesn’t stop you from growing feelings for him and you can tell that this happens too often for the attractive boy. He can’t have a fuckbuddy that won’t fall head over heels for him. But who could really blame you? Even if all this time Jaemin was pretending that he cared about you, he still pampers you like a princess; he still tells you he does.

But when it comes to discussion about advancing into something more, he hides and grows silent. This has you wondering, maybe this entire thing to him is all sex? And he can’t love you back the way you do.

No one knows his heart, not even himself. He’s never wanted to complicate his life, it’s always been about two things: racing and having fun. There is no easy way to explain it all, the thoughts that flood his mind and heart, so he chooses every way to ignore it. Overall, he’s genuinely lost. You are one source of stability in his life that he isn’t willing to let go, ever. But just because he won’t let you go, doesn’t mean that you won’t take the chance to leave when you’re fed up with him.

This has him wondering, how far can he push before he pushes you too far?

“No, it’s fine. I’ll just walk.” Tonight is unsettling, it usually doesn’t end like this. Jaemin locks the car doors and turns around to reach for your hand. “Jaemin, open the door.”

“I want you to say that you hate when I sleep with other people.” Jaemin confesses all too wildly as his hand lightly squeezes around your wrist. “And I want you to mean it.” He’s only speaking words of truth that haven’t had the time to process in his own thoughts.

“I hate when you sleep with other people.” And you do mean it. You mean it more than anything you’ve ever said to this man. Jaemin just sighs, bringing your wrist to his lips for a lasting kiss.

“Can I drive you home?” Jaemin asks softly, eyes dipping down to the leather seats and avoiding all need for eye contact.

“Yes, Jaemin.” He pulls you back into the passenger seat and drapes the soft blanket over your exposed legs. “Hopefully, I still have time to take my quiz.”

“Can I come inside?” Jaemin coolly turns his marble wheel to reverse out of the parking space, a hand resting on the shoulder of your seat as he does a double take behind him for any pedestrians, even if you two are far out in the middle of nowhere and there isn’t anyone around; Jaemin knows you have the hots for him when he does that specific move.

“What do you mean? You’ve already cum inside.”

It’s the sound of disappointment as his tongue tsks at you and he flicks lightly at your forehead. He steps on the acceleration, revving the annoying engine that roars throughout the peaceful night. The multicolored lights illuminate around his stereo and at your feet, creating the Rainbow Road right out of Mario Kart. 

Jaemin isn’t like the others who pay close attention to the details of his car. His motto goes, “if I like it, I’m going to have it.” Whether or not anything matches goes beyond his worries.

In some ways, his car is a mirror of his own personality --- wild and free, colorful and welcoming. And his skills as a driver? Safe, no matter how far the speedometer goes, Jaemin always makes you feel safe.

“I mean come inside your room for aftercare. You know how much I hate leaving you without a proper cuddle.” He pouts and almost immediately his cute baby tone comes out with his beg. Almost subconsciously, Jaemin lays his right palm open facing up to invite yours in. Almost routinely, you lace your hands to complete his hold. Getting Jaemin to smile has never been easier as his hold grows tighter.

“You can’t stay over tonight though. My housemates are doing some Single Girls Only house event tomorrow and it starts immediately when we wake up.” You laugh as the ridiculous words fill the air.

“And you’re participating in that?” Jaemin mindlessly asks and you’re unable to differentiate his implications from the question. Is he asking because the idea is horrendously nothing you’d like to do or he’s implying that you’re not single?

“Why wouldn’t I?” Sounding rather harsher than intended, Jaemin finally realizes how poorly he had worded his previous question. Yet, a part of him feels disappointment whirling in his chest and a desire to feel wanted by you.

“Doesn’t seem like something you’d like: wallowing in your singleness.” He chuckles, remaining lighthearted and playful.

“I really don’t.” Jaemin brings your knuckles up to his lips for a lingering kiss, his eyes darting quickly on the road ahead now that you’ve entered the metropolitan areas and his speed drops significantly to avoid getting ticketed.

“I’ll come pick you up. Instead of being single tomorrow, you’ll be on a date.” When you turn to examine his facial expression, the serious tension in his jawline and focused eyes alarm you. Your stomach twists into knots and if he couldn't already tell, your palms grow sweaty at his offer.

“That’s such a slap in the face to them.” Pulling your hand away from his, you cross your arms and lean your head against the cold window. “I don’t think I can do that to them.”

“I have a race tomorrow.” He starts, his head tilting over at you with his round gorgeous begging eyes, “at least, come to that with me.”

“Okay, but only because I want to see Haechan.” As if it wasn’t moments ago, Jaemin was the one balls deep in you and now you’re spewing enthusiasm for another man. It’s all a joke, a way for you to conceal your undying attraction for Jaemin.

You still remember the first time you met the sunshine that is Haechan and the jealousy that seeped from Jaemin’s words when he noticed the exchange of flirtation. Haechan is someone you’d knowingly gravitate towards: a man with a loud personality that just knows how to conduct every personality in the room. And at that moment, Jaemin couldn’t tell if being more observant was a good or bad thing.

Jaemin never saw himself as outgoing as his other friends, staying more kept in his own circle, but he had the confidence to fake it. He’s bold, rather impulsive and slightly narcissistic, Jaemin knows how to use his strengths very well. 

However, when he saw the soft smirk on Haechan’s face and your shy mannerisms, a small tinge in his chest ignited a died out flame. He didn’t realize it before, but that was the very start of his long tumble of feelings for you.

“Do you say those things to purposefully get me jealous?” Jaemin rests his hand on your thigh, giving it a harsh squeeze. His eyes never leave the road and his tone reverts back to his dominant tone.

��Well, are you jealous?” It’s like you two dance in circles, answer questions with a question does not stop.

And as bratty as your tone is, you don’t expect the quick “yes” that answers back and the smoldering look he gives you briefly before focusing back on the drive.

“Then good.” You huff, ready to hop out of the car after the odd, yet sensual tension. Jaemin pulls up to your house and double parks the car to lean in for a nightly goodbye kiss.

“You’re not coming in?” You try to read his facial expressions, but he hides his emotions too perfectly.

His lips curl into a smile before saying, “I think it’s better I cool off tonight.” And you mindlessly give him a peck, but he holds your face to deepen it. Through the kiss, you can feel the neediness by the way Jaemin shoves his tongue into your mouth. The taste of lust against your palette is difficult to ignore, but your academically responsible mind screams at you about your forgotten quiz.

Your hand lightly taps at his chest and he pulls away, his eyes drinking up your swollen lips. “I have a quiz, Jaemin.”

“I know, sorry. It’s just so easy to get lost in you.” Jaemin kisses your cheek once more before you exit. You smile back at him as his words have grown a strong effect on you lately. Bidding him goodbye, he wishes you sweet dreams as he patiently makes sure you’re fully inside your house.

“Is the music too loud?” Jaemin checks over at your hunched figure in the passenger seat. You’re diligently flipping through your thick textbook, a yellow highlighter in one hand and the other comfortably holding Jaemin’s.

The worst part of college is the never ending midterms that are given at any time. Studying in his car isn’t a rare sight, if anything it is more expected than you not doing anything related to your academics. But Jaemin genuinely doesn’t mind, even being mindful about his own actions to ensure an optimal studying space for you.

He really is an ideal guy. Like his first promise, he keeps you well fed and never once asks you for any monetary pay back. Jaemin adjusts the car temperature before you even step into the vehicle, knowing that you prefer wearing less clothes rather than more. Though he isn’t academically responsible, he still makes the effort to try and understand enough information to pass his classes.

The sole flaw would be the lack of open communication. It’s genuinely difficult for you to read his emotions or intentions. Jaemin always has a dazed look in his eyes whenever he looks at you, and it’s an internal fight about whether or not you’re being delusional.

“Music is fine, honey.” The mindless use of a pet name slips from your lips, but your concentration on neoliberalism and globalization doesn’t allow for you to notice.

Nevertheless, Jaemin catches on immediately to the usage. While he showers you in ridiculous nicknames, you’re not one to do so. “Honey?”

“Yes?” You answer back carelessly, not entirely actively listening to him as you highlight an important concept in your book.

“No, you called me honey.”

Looking up from your page, you blink at him with wide eyes and mouth slightly agape. “I did?”

Jaemin chuckles and finally pulls into the overly crowded parking lot, a whole mass of fanboys cheering at the arrival of his flashy vehicle. Everyone just loves Jaemin.

This familiar scene plays like a reel --- several high beams cast light under the dark sky due to the lack of functioning street lamps, dizzy multicolored cars that blaze the tracks, and the all too distinct smell of musky cologne in the chilly air. Oh, and the wide eye admirable stares when you get out of the car.

“Hi, you’re stunning.” A bold new recruit blinks at you in complete awe and awkwardly clears his throat once he realizes his rash comment.

Jaemin raises an eyebrow at him, then at how you plan on handling the situation. You’re flattered, nonetheless, but know that Jaemin didn’t bring you here to flirt with other men. “Thank you. I hope you enjoy your membership in the Ridin’ Club.”

The gracefulness in your delicate voice has the youthful recruit swooning and subtly giddy as he runs off to join a group of others that have been eying you across the parking lot. Jaemin casually drapes his leather jacket over your exposed shoulders, knowing the temperature change is going to result in you most likely catching a cold and because you never bring a jacket despite his plea.

“The power you hold.” Jaemin winks at you before pulling you into a larger crowd to socialize with more impressionable recruits.

“Ah, so you’re (Y/N)!” The stranger is unrecognizable, but you giggle to acknowledge his confident statement. “We haven’t met before, but Jaemin was talking about you the other night at our motorcycle meet.”

Your eyes light up, as if you’ve unlocked a new fun fact of Na Jaemin. “You drive a motorcycle too?” You’re truly shocked at the talent of this man.

Jaemin snakes his arm around your lower waist to draw you closer to his side. “Yeah, but I can’t fuck you in a motorcycle, can I?”

Before the other men can comment on the obvious sexual tension that Jaemin created, he leans in to whisper into your ear. “Actually, I can, but we’ll save our decency from unwanted exposure.” His hot breath grazes against the shell of your ear and you just know where you two are going to end up tonight.

“Bro, you guys probably fuck in the backseat of his car.” One of them chimes recklessly, punching at each others’ chest playfully as if he made a decent joke.

“Why don’t you stay to find out?” Jaemin retorts and the grip on your hip becomes tighter. You’re too flustered to add much into this odd form of competitive banter, distracted by none other than the way Jaemin keeps glancing over at you with a delicious gleam in his eyes.

“So what? You don’t care about us now?” You’d know that bratty tone from anywhere as Lee Haechan pushes past everyone else to rush over to the both of you.

“Aw, are your feelings hurt?” Jaemin sticks his tongue out at his friend before cordially sharing a handshake with him.

“Just slightly.” Haechan looks over at you with a wide grin and playful eyes, “hello, my pretty girl.”

“Drop the possessives, Haechan.” Jaemin rolls his eyes with an irritable twitch on his lips.

He hates how obviously jealous he gets. It’s something too difficult for himself to control, he’s exhausted his efforts to bite his tongue whenever it comes to other people’s flirtations. The thought of someone else calling you theirs doesn’t sit well with him.

“I understand your jealousy, Jaem. If someone was flirting with (Y/N), I wouldn’t be able to stand it either.” Haechan fixes the falling jacket on your shoulders. “But she can handle herself, I know those pretty lips have a mind of their own.” His gaze drops momentarily, yet obvious enough for you to grow shy at how strong Haechan is coming off tonight.

“Stop trying to corrupt her, that’s my job.” Jaemin playfully pushes at Haechan’s chest and they both break out laughing.

“I haven’t said one thing and you’re both talking about me as if I’m not here.” Your small pout is literally the cutest thing to Jaemin. He physically has to stop himself from planting the sweetest kiss on it.

It’s blatantly clear that you’re hot stuff. You’re the perfect example of a head turner, your captivating aura has its ability to suffocate those around you. However, Jaemin has seen all sides of you, but overall finding you so entirely cute. And oddly enough, Jaemin has a knack for cute things.

“Is that (Y/N) I hear?” Huang Renjun engulfs you in a hug, showing clear affection and doesn’t mind doing so. “How did your project go?”

“It went well. You accomplish a lot when you don’t procrastinate.” Renjun gleams at your statement and if Jaemin is delusional enough, he’d probably mistaken the twinkle in his eyes for infatuation instead of admiration.

“You’re so responsible, why are you messing with Jaemin?” Renjun sighs and though his question is more of a joke, there is some truth behind his words.

Your friendship with his friends differ immensely compared to other girls who have come around. Like Jaemin had said before, his boys were going to like you and they do, a lot. Sometimes making it obvious that you’re too good for him.

Jeno comes up from the side, an unidentifiable bruise on his neck and a new cut on his brow. Lee Jeno being such a rough character, his appearance speaks well about how his day has been.

But when he lays his eyes on you, it’s as if all his pain is replaced with joy and security. “(Y/N)! I haven’t seen you in so long!” The enthusiastic boy rushes over to greet you with a warm smile.

“I’m pretty sure I was here a week ago.” You laugh, but welcome him in your arms for a tender friendly hug and pat his head out of habit.

“It’s been a week?! That’s so long.” Jeno narrows his eyes at Jaemin and flicks his forehead.

“Ow!” Jaemin exclaims while rubbing the pain away. “You act like she doesn’t go to the same school as us and therefore, can see her any time you want to.” The tone in Jaemin’s voice raises some eyebrows as they all exchange glances to each other before bursting into laughter.

“Like your jealous ass would allow for that?” Haechan remarks and Jaemin doesn’t outwardly react. However, Jaemin’s hand is squeezing you so tight that you’re more than certain he’s bothered by the comment.

“Oh, stop it. You all know I’m Team Jaemin. He does have the most wins this past month.” You only know that through Jaemin’s proud boasting, anything else in the racing world is unknown to you.

Jaemin situates you in between his legs as he slightly sits on the hood of his car. His arms wrap around your middle and chin rests on your shoulder. Public display of affection isn’t a problem for him, and you learned much earlier that Jaemin can’t keep his hands off of you.

Renjun scoffs at your whimsical fact, in absolute disbelief. “It hurts more hearing you say it. I’m getting my car upgraded, but once it’s done, I’m going to blaze his ass on the tracks.”

“Are you racing today?” Jeno asks the blue haired fellow that clings onto you like a koala.

“Yeah, against a newbie. Apparently he’s really good, so I’m not too sure I’ll win.” Jaemin mumbles into your hair.

“You say that every time, yet you win!” Renjun crosses his arms, weight shifting to his left leg as he pops his hip out. There is always a sense of competition between anyone with Renjun.

Jaemin perks up behind you and when you turn around in his arms, you’re face to face with a beaming smile. “That’s because I have you.” Eyes lock with yours, he isn’t saying that directed to Renjun. Na Jaemin has you wrapped around his pinky, the butterflies fluttering in your stomach are too hard to ignore.

“Alright, lovebirds. Get in your car and let’s start this shit.” Haechan groans and claps his hands to draw the crowd’s attention. Cupping them around his mouth, he roars into the starry night, “let’s roll!”

During the race, Jaemin’s number one priority is to keep you safe. While you’ve sat in his car for a number of times now, it’s different once the loud bang goes off and he’s hitting 100 mph. Tonight’s track is much more dangerous, with twists and turns that can have the vehicle flying weightlessly if he’s not careful.

“You trust me, right?” Jaemin has both hands on the wheel and the engine rumbling as you both anticipate the start of the race.

Spectators watch on the sidelines as if it’s the ultimate battle, but Jaemin doesn’t pay them much mind. He’s more concerned about you instead. “Of course. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be sitting here right now. You’ve proven yourself that you’re an excellent driver, so let’s win this.”

Jaemin smirks at your encouraging words, feeling a warmth spread across his chest. “I’ll tap out any time you want me to, okay?”

You nod and the initial whip of the car is so intense that you didn’t even register the sound off. It’s not your first race, but it’s been awhile since the last one. When you adjust to the pressure, the lanes in front of you cause a slight queasiness in your stomach.

It’s a two lane windy road that wraps around the mountain side and Jaemin happens to be in the outer lane. All it takes is a second of lost control and you two will hit the metal railings that guard the cliff below. Despite your inner panic, Jaemin guides you through the pooling anxiety that leaves you restless.

“(Y/N), look up and out the window. We’re coming up on the cliff side view, I’ve always wanted to bring you here.” Your eyes land on the dazzling glitter that dances on the ripples of the lake. It’s so vast, the moon high up in the sky is reflected on the water below. It’s a romantic scene of melancholy and bliss. Suddenly, you feel at peace in the middle of this high speed race.

“It’s beautiful, Jaem.” You whisper calmly and he’d reach for your hand to hold, but races take too much wheel control. And he’d turn to look at you, but races take too much concentration on the road ahead.

But throughout every obstacle, he hears the gentleness and the solidarity in your cadence in the midst of all the high stress. He, too, feels peace. He feels calm knowing that you’re simply by his side, even in the face of danger. So, he can finally admit to himself… he genuinely developed feelings for you.

Before you know it, you’re thrusted side to side from the sharp turns and the adrenaline kicks in when the other racer catches up right next to Jaemin. “Fuck,” Jaemin curses underneath his breath and steps harshly on the acceleration. “Baby, I’m going to go a bit faster so hold onto something.” He warns and your hand finds the grab handle. It’s neck and neck at this point.

Usually, you squeeze your eyes shut to avoid becoming too overwhelmed by the sights in front of you. Tonight is different, not entirely knowing why, you’re observing every element that circles around the perimeter.

The finish line is up ahead, but there is no sign that the other racer is slowing down. Then, you see it: the fatal mistake that can cost you both of your lives if you didn’t catch it. “Jaemin, watch out!” You yelp when the other car inches dangerously close, your warning allows Jaemin to make a controlled swerve away from a possible hit.

Jaemin shakes his head and tsks at the recklessness. “Now I know why he’s good. It’s foul play.” He blows his bang out of his eyes and casually says, “thank you for warning me. This is why I need you by my side.”

He makes it to the finish line barely before the other, winning the race by half a second. Jaemin brakes smoothly, tire marks scrapping the concrete below, and you both exit the car to celebrate with everyone else.

But before the mass of eager shouting men make their way over to you two, Jaemin hurries to your side to pull you into a steamy, rewarding kiss. The scene is just like the movies; his hand on your lower back and yours on his chest lightly. His lips taste like triumph, like he had won more than just a simple race against a random stranger. He’s won the best person he could ever have.

You two fled the scene after cussing out the other racer. It was a rare sight to see: Jaemin being all bothered and angry, practically fuming after scrambling back into the driver’s seat. However, your mind had mischievous plans of its own and all it took was one look from his hooded eyes for you to announce that you wanted him --- badly.

Back in your usual abandoned parking lot, Jaemin pauses before following you to the back seats. With the engine off and the dead of the night being absolute silent, the tension remains thick around you two. “(Y/N),” Jaemin is about to confess something he never thought he’d admit. He turns to you sitting in the middle seat with just your panties on and a curious look on your face.

His heart burns and despite being so incredibly aroused, he controls his urges enough to be able to say, “I’m into you.”

“I know you’re into me, that’s how we ended up like this in the first place.” You giggle cluelessly to his words, still not understanding the odd shift in mood and intentions. It’s always his unclear, messy intentions.

Though he can’t entirely figure out his puzzle pieces, he has plenty to connect the dots. “I like you. I want to be in a relationship with you and call you my girlfriend.”

You’re stunned. Did Jaemin just confess to you as you sit in your panties ready to fuck? This softness is different from the sides you’ve seen of him. It’s similar to a lost bunny, wandering grasslands to find a purpose. He looks so fragile, one intense stare and he’d crumble. This softness is vulnerability.

“So do it.” The boldness catches him off guard, but switches on the dominance in him. “If you want me, come show it.”

He climbs over the middle console to push you into the leather seats. “Not acting shy anymore, are you?” Practically ripping your shirt off of you, he cups your breast lightly and flicks at your nipples. Your immediate reaction results in a rush of wetness down your core.

“Before I forget,” sitting up, you share a passionate kiss that you’ve held back long enough. You give it every ounce of feeling you have for him. “If it isn’t obvious enough, I like you too.”

“It’s obvious, baby.” Kissing your nose, he wraps a hand around your throat to lightly push you back down. “But hearing you say it out loud makes me happy.” Jaemin smirks, hand still choking you gently and pampering your jawline with soft kisses.

His free hand reaches down into your dripping panties, circling your clit with your wetness. The sensation causes you to whimper for more. “Daddy, give it to me.” You wiggle in his palm, knowing that the nickname is more than effective.

“My sweet (Y/N) wants to get fucked?” Jaemin rolls your underwear off and rids himself of his own bottoms.

“Yes, please.” Through the darkness, his hard dick stands proudly. Jaemin lines himself up as he thrusts into you without another second of hesitation. He waits for you to adjust to his size, his tip barely grazing your sweet spot. “Fuck…”

“You take me so well, my pretty baby.” Jaemin starts moving his hips, slowly at first to build a rhythm. Taking your legs, he presses them into your chest to fuck you at a deeper angle. And you feel him practically in your guts, his cock pumping against your walls deliciously and bumping into your g-spot. “Do you want more of me?”

Your train of thought is in utter shambles and whatever Jaemin is saying to you barely processes. You’re overwhelmed by a pleasure that fills every system, every part of your body. To answer him, you let out an incoherent noise of approval.

Jaemin pulls your hips down while thrusting forward into you, maximizing every inch of his strokes. This single action causes you to scream and grip onto the headrest. “Who knew my sweet girl could be so fucking dirty?” Jaemin chuckles darkly, his cadence dropping several decibels. “When I first met you, I wanted to ruin you.”

All of his filthy words edge you closer to your release as he continues to repeat his previous motion. He holds your hips in place to grind into you, the feeling of his tip rubbing your walls has your eyes rolling back. “Do you want to cum, (Y/N)?”

“Yes!” You yell, the tight ball in your lower abdomen is bound to break any minute. “I want to cum so badly, please.” You beg and moan, the arch in your back lifts you from the seat of the car. Jaemin snaps his hips into you, drilling you quickly to reach your high. And you break. An euphoric cry fills the air as your walls clench around his length. You hear the extra wetness create a slick noise, but Jaemin isn’t done with you yet.

“You wanted to cum so fucking badly. I’ll reward you with one more for being such a good girl for me.” His thumb flicks at your clit and you convulse into spasms from the sensitivity. Your violently shaking legs can’t hold themselves up anymore and Jaemin rests them on his shoulders. He lines kisses along your ankle as the pleasure overtakes you.

“I don’t think I can do it.” You whine, your fingers twisting and toes curling.

“You are going to try, okay baby?” He coos, but it’s most definitely a demand. He sits back on his knees to pick up more speed, fucking endlessly into your swollen pussy and thumb rubbing fast strips against your bud.

“I’m going to snap, Jaem.” You cry, tears rimming your eyes and before you know it, a second wave hits you. Your second orgasm is ruinous and has you squirming around to regain some sense of control.

“Oh fuck, you’re so beautiful.” Jaemin slows down as your walls grip around him again, tighter this time. “I’m going to fill you up with cum,--- watch it drip out of you.” He grunts while releasing into you, his dick twitching and spraying your insides with white.

He pulls out as hot, white cum spills from your pussy. You take this moment to catch your breath and relax your legs. However, Jaemin coats his two fingers and shoves the cum back into you. “Jaemin!” You exclaim at the sudden intrusion.

He curls them into your plushy walls and finger fucks you into another oblivion. “Wait, again?” Your hands wrap around his wrist, but Jaemin moves too fast for you to catch it.

You’re a moaning mess again, louder than before. Jaemin leans down and flicks his tongue against your overstimulated bundle of nerves. Your back arches automatically and a low animalistic scream rises from your throat.

He observes your body lines underneath the moonlight and the last remaining light the broken street lamps have to offer. Your face contours and you’re so far out into ecstasy that you don’t notice how intensely Jaemin watches you lose yourself.

“It feels too good!” With one last thrilling orgasm, you almost pass out and you see small stars of dizziness. He soaks up every last bit of your cathartic reaction and festers a small sense of pride that he can make you feel all this pleasure.

“Such a good girl. You’re beyond impressive, baby.” Jaemin pulls his fingers out to lick them clean and finds some wipes to help you out of your sticky situation.  

“Now that you’re my girlfriend, can we cuddle at any time now? Not just as after care.” He peers up at you and the one word enacts a burning warmth to spread across your chest. That is the best nickname he can call you by.

“I think the Singles Girls Only house event is still going on, but after that, yes a million times.” You laugh and wrap your arms around him into a big loving hug.

Jaemin feels right at home. All the long years of living carelessly and wild, he’s finally found someone worth the extra mile. While Jaemin was a thriving adventure to be explored, you were his comfort to run back to.

It is through the intimacy of your backseat chronicles that Jaemin was able to fall deeper for you. You’re his lucky charm, for some reason, he always feels better around you. 

[myherowritings]

Three in the Morning

— You’ve missed your best friend after not seeing him for over a week. To fix that problem, you show up at his window at three in the morning to fill the Iwaizumi-shaped void in your heart.

pairing: iwaizumi hajime x reader word count: 2.9k genre: college/university au, fluff warnings: intoxication (reader is tipsy hghfjsd), jealous reader at one point, cuddling in bed, tooth-rotting fluff

a/n: written for bnha sanctuary one prompt haikyuu collab! :D a bunch of writers wrote their take on the same prompt “it’s 3am why are you outside my window” and this is the fic i came up with based on it! check out the other amazing fics here u won’t regret it ;) xx sof

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Walking around in the middle of the night just the slightest bit tipsy wasn’t the smartest thing you’ve done in your whole college career, but you could safely say it wasn’t the dumbest— Not that it was something you should be proud of.

You and your roommates had just gotten home from a party and, for some odd reason, you had the sudden urge to see one of your best friends, Iwaizumi Hajime, right at that very moment. He had been studying for midterms all week and you weren’t able to hang out with each other like you normally did, causing a Iwaizumi-shaped void that you wanted to fill. (In a strictly platonic way, of course.) 

And when you were half-sleep deprived, half-inebriated, it wasn’t uncommon for you to be rather...impulsive. From ordering too much takeout from any “open 24-hour” restaurant within a five mile radius, to uploading a video of you trying to come up with the perfect pasta recipe, you’ve done a handful of bizarre things during the ungodly hours of the night. But even you weren’t sure what was going on through your mind that convinced you sneaking out of your apartment and heading to Iwaizumi’s nearby was the best course of action while still slightly intoxicated. 

The clock on your phone read that it was only a quarter ‘til three and you quickly shrugged on a jacket and sent Iwaizumi a sloppy “i’m omw iwaaaachann” text before stepping foot outside your door, making sure to shut it silently as to not awaken your roommates who had just fallen asleep. 

As you made your way through your apartment complex, the thought briefly crossed your mind that Iwaizumi might be sleeping at the moment, especially since he had just finished his midterm exams, but you shrugged it off. You would cross that hurdle when you got there. 

And so, when you finally—through some miracle from above—arrived at Iwaizumi’s in one piece, you weren’t sure what else to do other then stare at his half cracked open window. Since he lived on the second floor, it wasn't uncommon for him to leave a window open for air to come through during the hot seasons. 

“Iwaizumi!” you yelled in a quiet whisper, hoping the wind would carry your words into his apartment for you. 

When you received no reply, you pulled our your phone and began to message him. Although Iwaizumi liked to pretend he was an unsentimental guy who didn’t have time to deal with others’ bullshit, it was obvious that was false. He cared a lot about everyone, especially his friends. Maybe even too much. And one of the ways he showed he secretly cared was always having his phone on full ringer in case anyone needed help in the middle of the night— Something that was surprisingly quite common when you were friends with the chaos that was Oikawa.

Would it be mean to use that knowledge to your own advantage and spam Iwaizumi until he replied? 

Maybe. 

But in your defense, you were practically having an emergency only he could help with. You desperately needed your Iwaizumi fix after not having seen him in over a week and there was no one better to help you that problem than Iwaizumi himself. 

Besides, texting him until he wakes up would be better than Romeo-and-Julieting this and climbing in through his window. Trying to scale a building while tipsy was too idiotic, even for you.

Y/N: are u awakeee?

Y/N: wakey wakey 

Y/N: i miss u :(

Y/N: i’m outside ur window wink wonk

Y/N: iwaaa >.>

There was a cacophonous sound of loud text chimes ringing one after the other followed by a deep grunt and stretching sound. You pictured Iwaizumi blearily getting out of bed and checking his phone that he kept across the room (to minimize at-night screen time, he claimed) with a heavy-lidded look on his face. 

After a few seconds of unidentifiable shuffles, you heard a strangled cry of, “What the—?!” before you saw the shadow of his head through the window screen. 

“Y/N?” he asked incredulously, voice still rough and scratchy from having just been awakened. 

You waved, beaming wildly. “Iwaizumi!” 

There was a deep sigh as he cracked the glass open even wider. “It’s three in the morning— Why are you outside my window?” He peered down at you almost stumbling on the spot. “And are you drunk?”

“Barely,” you assured, though you still felt a slight buzz in your fingertips. “I missed you so I came here.” 

“I— What? I mean— Huh?” he demanded, visible confusion in his tone. He rubbed his forehead before correcting himself. “I mean I miss you too. But it’s three in the morning! You couldn’t wait to miss me in a few hours instead?” 

You didn’t know whether to pout because he didn’t grow some Rapunzel hair and let you climb it up to the window and fall into his open arms like you’d imagined, or cheer because he said he missed you too. Blissfully, you chose the latter. “You miss me?” 

“Is that really all you heard?” said Iwaizumi with a snort before shaking his head in defeat. “Come up here. I’ll unlock the door for you.” 

Your face lit up instantly as you nodded, bounding up the stairs of his apartment building and meeting with him face-to-face at his doorstep. 

He had his arms folded over his chest as he waited for you at the entrance and, though he had tired circles under his eyes and still seemed half-asleep, was looking as attractive as ever. Not even the white polka dots on his pajama shorts could talk away from that fact. If anything, it made him all the more adorable. 

“Iwa-chan!” you greeted excitedly, but still careful as to make sure you weren’t loud enough to wake up his roommate. You opened your arms out and he begrudgingly accepted your embrace. (Well, he tried to seem begrudging at least. But you saw his hidden smile as you nestled your chin on his shoulder.) “I missed you.”

“You said that already, dumbass,” he said with a tsk. He patted the top of your head before pulling away from your hug promptly. “You’re cold. Have you been standing outside for long?” 

Pursing your lips, you looked up at him in confusion. “I don’t feel cold.” 

“Because you’re too drunk to register it, probably.” With his warm hand on the small of your back, Iwaizumi ushered you inside and shut the door behind you. “Let’s go to my room so we don’t wake up my roommate, yeah?”

“‘Kay.”

Having visited his place so many times before, you knew it like it was your own apartment— Disregard the fact that your apartments had almost the same exact layout since you lived in the same complex. After sliding off your shoes at the entrance, you led the way to his room with Iwaizumi following closely behind you. 

“Did you go to a party tonight?” he asked, eyes trailing down your body that was clad in an oversized t-shirt and fuzzy socks. Iwaizumi took a seat on his bed and patted the spot next to him for you to join. 

Laughing at his puzzled expression, you nodded. “Yeah, but I went to my place to change and get ready for bed,” you explained. “Tried sleeping but I missed you too much and wanted to see your face.”

You climbed onto the mattress with him and wiggled around until you found a comfy spot. The comfy spot happened to be side-by-side with Iwazumi, your back against the wall and cold thigh pressed against his warm one. You rested your head on his shoulder and he lazily drew circles onto your knee with the pad of his thumb. 

Intimacy like this wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for the two of you— That’s just how things were. He was warm and comfy and good at cuddling, and you liked that. 

It could maybe be considered just normal friendship things you two did with everyone if it weren’t for the fact that Iwaizumi wasn’t typically comfortable with physical touch from anyone other than you. And maybe if you also ignored that you weren’t too keen on the thought of him one day being this close to anyone else. If truth be told, you didn’t like the thought of that at all. 

With a small huff, you hooked your left arm with Iwaizumi’s right, hugging his bicep to you in an almost clingy manner. 

“You good?” he asked, lightly chuckling as he looked down at you gripping onto his side. “Or something troubling you?”

You hummed unsure how to answer. There wasn’t enough alcohol in your system for you to completely spill your guts with know remorse, though being tipsy did greatly increase your likelihood of being loose-lipped. “I’m just thinking about someone else being with you like this.” 

Iwaizumi stiffened, shoulders tensing ever so slightly before he quickly relaxed his muscles again. He prompted gruffly, throat so tight it came out as a murmur, “And?” 

“I don’t like it.” 

He let out a sharp chuckle. “I see.” 

Out of the corner of your eye you saw a smile on his face and you continued on. “You’ve been studying a lot with Sasaki-san lately.”

“Hmm. Have I?” 

You nodded. “You have your biomechanics class with her, right?” 

“Yeah. I guess we studied for the exam together for a few nights.” 

There was a funny feeling in your stomach at the thought of him spending his nights studying with someone that then spiraled to you picturing them being compatible and falling in love and spending the rest of their lives together. You winced, trying to shake it off. You were one of his best friends; it’s not like you had the right to feel that way.

“She’s really pretty,” you said, hoping it would prompt him to talk more about her. Even if you had no right, you still wanted to know—

By now, the laughter Iwaizumi was struggling to hold in bubbled out of his mouth, cutting you off mid-thought. His shoulders bounced up and down and you reluctantly sat up from your position resting on top of him to give him a look of confusion.

“Why are you laughing at me?” you pouted. Your eyebrows were furrowed and the corners of your lips were quirked down, cheeks slightly puffed. 

He nudged your side gently with his elbow. You nudged him back, but moved away before he could retaliate and start a nudge war. “Because you sound jealous and it’s funny.”

“I didn’t say I was jealous.”

“I didn’t say you said that.” 

“I’m not jealous,” you corrected.

“Now that’s debatable.” 

Your cheeks flooded with heat, grabbing a pillow off the head of Iwaizumi’s bed to hide the embarrassed look on your face, seconds away from throwing it at him if he started to laugh any louder. You huffed. You were not jealous. There was no way. You just didn’t like imagining one of your best friends with another person doing coupley things that you only wanted him to do with you. But that definitely wasn’t jealousy. 

(Okay, fine. You were jealous. But you couldn’t admit that to Iwaizumi.)

“That’s just your lack of sleep talking,” you sulked, lying down on his bed with a pillow still over your face. “Go to sleep now.” 

“I was asleep. Until someone showed up at my window unannounced and woke me up.” 

“They sound annoying.” 

He barked out a laughter and you felt the weight on the bed shift. The compressed springs near your feet where Iwaizumi sat released its tension before you felt a dip beside you. You held your breath, the warmth from Iwaizumi’s body radiating onto yours.

While sleeping in the same bed together wasn’t as common as just cuddling, it wasn’t something that was exactly rare. There were times when you came over to watch movies or a television series with him until you both passed out on his bed. And other times when he was feeling stressed or you were feeling sad and neither of you wanted to sleep alone. You knew if you called, he would invite you in. And it was the same if he came to you. 

But that didn’t make your heart beat any less rapidly as you waited in anticipation for Iwaizumi to get under the sheets with you. No matter how many times you fell asleep together, that didn’t stop the rush of nerves and tense air of awkwardness from flooding the room. However, it took just one touch to break the ice and before you knew it, you were snuggling up next to him in complete contentment.

“They’re not annoying,” he said firmly, large hand resting on the curve of your hip. “Actually, I’m glad they showed up even though it was three in the morning and I was running on two hours of sleep from the previous day.” You winced at his words, the alcohol gone from your system by now and you realized the insensitivity of your actions. Still, your stomach fluttered when he said he was glad to see you. “Because I missed them too.” 

You blinked slowly. “You’re talking about me right?”

Through the moonlight from the window, you saw him roll his eyes with a grin. “Is there anyone else you think I’d let into my bed at this hour?” 

“Oikawa.” 

He considered it. “Well, maybe. But it wouldn’t so much be me letting him than him weaseling his way in.” 

You nodded solemnly, as if it made perfect sense. Because it did. “Fair enough. He’s the only other person I’d let into my bed like this too,” you admitted, earning a laugh out of the both of you. “Well, besides Oikawa then, there’s no one else you’d sleep with like this?”

“There hasn’t been since we started college. I doubt there would be anyone to change that. Nor would I want anyone to.” 

For the second time tonight, you felt heat rise to your cheeks and had the sudden urge to turn the other way and stare at the wall instead of Iwaizumi. But he held you tight by the waist so you couldn’t wiggle your way out of his grasp— Which did not, at all, help with the flaming face situation. 

He only wanted you? There was a euphoric feeling in your chest when you realized he felt that way, and you felt the same. 

“Someone’s bold tonight,” you managed to choke out, softly pressing your shaky fingers to the center of Iwaizumi’s chest. You felt the outlines of his toned pectorals beneath your palm and you had to remind yourself to keep on breathing.

“It’s from the lack of sleep. Sorry.” He didn’t sound apologetic. In fact, he seemed the opposite of apologetic when he brought you almost imperceptibly closer to him. If you weren’t so aware of the spatial distance (or lack thereof) between the two of you, there was no way you would have noticed. But you did. And you didn’t mind it. “I don’t have my usual filter.”

“Maybe I like you like this,” you said without missing a beat. Your initial reaction was to be embarrassed about the words that just left your mouth, but when you saw his growing smile, you felt a rush of assurance coursing through you. “I always like you, I suppose.”

“Like me?” he prompted, almost teasingly. “In what way?”

You gulped. Was this Iwaizumi being flirty? 

Sure, it wasn’t uncommon for him to compliment you and occasionally play around— But if you thought your heart would ever be ready for him to actually flirt, you certainly thought wrong. You weren’t ready at all.

“L-Lots of ways,” you stammered out. “But in particular, the ‘I think you’re cute and I maybe want to date you’ way.” 

“Funny.” His voice was a low whisper that rasped in your ear. “I think I like you in that way too.”

“You think?”

“I know.” 

“Huh. Well, if we both like each other in that way…maybe we should…” you trailed off, feelings of timidness suddenly overcoming you. “You know…” 

“Date?” he supplied with a knowing grin. You nodded bashfully. “Tomorrow.” There was an air of promise and sincerity in his tone. “Let’s get some sleep and then when we wake up we can go on our first date.” 

Tranquility spread through your veins as you let out a happy sigh, your muscles growing lax at your calmed state. Although your heart was beating out of your chest at the prospect of actually dating Iwaizumi, his comforting embrace was enough to lull you into sleep. Your senses were flooded with him—his touch, his smell, the quiet sound of his steady breathing—and you realized there was no other place you’d rather be. 

“Are you sure you won’t be too tired from exams?” you said before sleep overtook the both of you. “And from me waking you up in the middle of the night? Which…sorry for that again, by the way.”

“Don’t apologize. It was worth it,” he mumbled, lips brushing against your forehead as your eyelids fluttered shut. “I’ll always be here when you need me. Even if it’s at three in the morning.”