#so listen apparently my boyfriends are just really good boyfriend material ya feel?

[moeblob]

(gives the jock a boy crush)

[duskholland]

No Control || Frat!Tom Smut

summary ↠ tom can’t stop thinking about harrison’s girl, and it’s starting to become a problem. — in love with your best friend’s girl au. warnings ↠ this is fifty shades of morally-ambiguous grey, but I wouldn’t say it’s /too/ out there..?¿ there’s no actual infidelity but because of the au, there are themes of cheating, so avoid this if it’s a touchy subject for you. cw: a lot of alcohol, a ton of jealousy/possessiveness, heavy swearing, ongoing frat/party/bet culture, tom being a bad friend, harrison being a bad boyfriend, y/n being a bad girlfriend, and nsfw content. this contains smut! 18+ minors dni. word count↠ 17.6k. a/n ↠ please don’t do this irl, this is just fantasy !!!! y/n, tom and harrison are all flawed people, so please don’t go into this expecting them to all be perfect !!!! this was almost twenty thousand times more debased and fucked up, but I reeled it in last minute :’) that being said, this was still so much fun to write lmao. I listened to your girlfriend by blossoms + jessie’s girl pretty much on repeat as I wrote this! title is from 1d’s classic banger, which apparently influenced this more than I’d thought. thanks to all the anons who sent in ideas for this the other week!! a lot of them made it into this fic, so if you sent in a concept—thank you so much <3 I messed around with the pov so it flips halfway through! it should be obvious but I’m flagging it so you don’t think I went mad. hasn’t happened yet my lovelies but frat!tom does test me ! :’)) enjoy !!! <3

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extended warnings ↠ masturbating (male), oral + fingering (fem receiving), protected mxf sex. possessiveness in the dirty talk. again, there is no infidelity but there is a lot of bad behaviour + boundary pushing <3

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Tom has seen a lot of pretty girls in his life, but tonight, he thinks that he’s seen an angel.

The frat is loud. The crowd is so thick he can barely breeze, and the fog machine has left a deep grey smog smothering the living room. Flashing strobe lights and the deep drums of bass cut through the air, but despite the way Tom’s head hurts, everything irritating fades as he looks across the room and sees a girl. You. You’re standing in the open doorway, leaning against one of the beams, a solo cup in one hand with the other resting on your waist.

He instantly knows that he wants you.

You’re in a red dress, with the flattering material clinging to your waist and shoulders. It draws Tom’s attention, but that’s quick to shift to your face as he watches you laugh at a joke made by one of your friends. He recognises a few of the people that you’re with from one of his lectures, but he’s almost certain he’s never seen you before. He’d definitely remember.

“Bro? What’s up?” Harrison is behind him, Tom’s best mate. They’ve been friends since high school, and when Tom had decided to up sticks and move across the ocean to a college in America, Harrison had followed. He’s good like that. “You’re just staring at the wall. Look like a proper tosser.”

Tom scowls as he drags his eyes away from you, directing all of his most scathing anger at Harrison. The blond is smirking. Perched on top of his head is a black SnapBack, printed with the frat’s logo. It matches the one that Tom’s wearing, just Tom has it pulled on backwards. He’s the only member of the frat that wears it like that, and it’s become an unofficial declaration of his status.

For the last year, Tom has held the revered position of president of the frat. It’s a lot harder than he’d thought it’d be, but it comes with perks. Several perks.

“I’m looking,” Tom replies, crossing his arms.

“At what?”

Discreetly, Tom brings his cup to his lips and uses his index finger to sneakily point across the room. He leads Harrison to you.

“That girl,” he says slowly. “Do you know who she is? Who invited her?”

Tom prides himself on knowing most people on campus—or, at least, anyone he needs to know. Anyone involved in Greek life or the party scene at his college has a face burned to his memory, and he prides himself on recognising matching names too. A lot of power comes with being able to immediately recognise someone. It makes him likeable, and he feels good knowing that someone feels appreciated by him.

“Dunno,” Haz mutters. He squints his eyes as he looks at you too. “She’s with Tyra. Maybe they’re friends?”

Tom scoffs. “Well, I’d guess that, yeah.”

“Are you going to do anything, or continue to stare like a creep?”

After taking a final swig of his drink, Tom pushes the empty plastic cup into Harrison’s hands. His mate thumps him on the back.

“I’ll be back,” he mutters. Then Tom pauses and throws out an easy smile. “Or not. Depends.”

Harrison rolls his eyes. “Go on.”

“See ya, mate.”

As Tom walks across the crowded room, he tries to hold himself a little straighter. He’s dressed simply tonight, in an all-black combination of t-shirt and jeans, but the gold chain he has around his neck adds a little depth. Around his wrist is his watch, and it glints as Tom reaches up to briefly whip off his hat and tousle his hair. His eyes are fixed firmly on you, and he finds himself grinning when you see him.

You’re even more radiant up close. Your eyes are a beautiful shade, and they fill with curiosity as you look Tom up and down. An expression of intrigue passes over your features as you mutter something to a friend and push away from the doorframe, being pulled to Tom as if by an unseen gravitational force.

“Hi, darling,” Tom leads with, keeping his voice cool. When you step closer, he meets you, easily and lightly pressing his hands to your waist as he kisses your cheek. “I’m Tom.”

You give him a wry smile. “I know who you are,” you reply. Your eyes are fluttering all over his face, and your hips feel soft beneath his hands. “Y/N.”

Tom likes how your voice sounds.

“Beautiful name for a beautiful woman,” he responds easily. He crosses his arms, angling them in a way that makes his muscles bulge. “I’ve not seen you around here before.”

There’s a shyness to your gaze that makes Tom smile wider, and he watches as you fiddle with your hair and tentatively meet his gaze.

“Do you know everyone that comes to your parties, Tom?”

“Yeah.” Tom slips his hands into the back pockets of his jeans. “Or, at least, I try to. I know I’d definitely remember someone like you.”

“Someone like me?” You’re speaking louder now, emboldened by how fully Tom’s giving you his attention. All around you, there are people looking, people whispering. Everywhere Tom goes, he garners attention.

Tom offers you an easy smile, tilting his head to the side as he nods. Sometimes he likes to play it cool and keep his cards close to his chest, but he doesn’t think you’d like that. He doesn’t think the chase is necessary. You’re looking at him with round, inquisitive eyes, and your gaze keeps circling back to his mouth.

“You’re stunning, love,” he says. “Do you want to dance with me?”

You reach out and take his hand, and Tom feels a jolt of warmth trail up his spine. It confuses him. He’s pursued a lot of girls in his life, and he’s felt attraction plenty of times before, but he’s never had his heart ache quite like that from just one touch. As you run your thumb over the back of his hand, you look up at him from beneath your lashes.

“A dance? With the president of the frat?” you tease. As Tom chuckles, you smile cheekily. “I dunno. What can you give me in return, if I give you what you want?”

“Oh, a businesswoman,” he teases. “I see how it is.”

You smirk. “Business major,” you supply.

Tom arches his brows. “I’m a business major.”

“I know. We’re in the same class.”

For a few minutes, you slip into conversation about your course. Tom learns that you share the same 9am every Monday morning—a class that he only managed to make it to the first week of term. You don’t linger on the topic of academics for too long, though. It doesn’t take much before Tom’s got you in the back corner of the room where it’s quieter, listening to you reel off your first impressions of the frat. You keep your hands on his shoulders, slowly but purposefully rolling your fingers over his shirt, keeping him on his feet as he catches a whiff of your peach perfume every time you move closer.

He almost gets his dance, but then there’s a tap on his shoulder, and it’s one of his brothers, whispering about an incident on the patio involving a table and the pool. Tom grimaces and reluctantly casts his eyes back to you.

“I need to go and sort this out,” he mutters, frustrated. You shrug, biting your lip as you rock back on your heels. “Will I see you later?”

“I don’t know. Will you?”

Tom smiles. “I will,” he promises. Wanting to give a lasting impression, he easily swoops his hand up to cup your cheek. When he receives a nod of approval, he leans in and deposits a lingering kiss to your forehead, inhaling a deep breath of your shampoo and feeling the tip of his nose tingle in response. You cling to his arms a little tighter, and when Tom goes to pull away, he isn’t able to until you’ve kissed his cheek.

“Have fun,” you say, stepping back.

“Thanks, darling.” Tom gives you a final look, his insides debating whether or not he really needs to go deal with the issue. When there’s a loud shout from out on the patio, he sighs. “Take care.”

Even when he’s out on the terrace, you stay on Tom’s mind. As he oversees two of the guys pulling the table out of the pool, he replays his interaction, mind swirling over your face, your figure, your voice. He finds himself scratching at his chin, not entirely present. After a while, he ends up back in the house, huddled with a group of the guys, and it isn’t until someone pushes Harrison forward that Tom truly comes back into the room.

“How long has it been, man?” Jacob, one of the guys, and one of Tom’s American friends, is grinning at Harrison. The man is standing in the middle of the group, bashful cheeks a light pink.

“Eh… a couple weeks,” Harrison supplies.

“Bullshit,” Tom adds, chuckling when Harrison flips him off. “Haz hasn’t got laid in months.”

“Fuck off,” Harrison mutters. “Not all of us are as...promiscuous as you, Tom.”

Tom shrugs. “Well, what are you going to do about it?”

Harrison pauses, stroking his chin. “Dunno,” he finally decides.

Tom rolls his eyes. “We’ll wingman you,” he decides. He looks around at a few of the other guys and doesn’t stop until they’re all nodding and making similar sounds of agreement. “Anyone you like the look of tonight?”

Haz hesitates but eventually shakes his head. “Nah. Haven’t seen who’s around.”

“Alright.” Tom presses his palms together, an idea forming. “Next girl that walks into the room, we’ll set you up with.”

Harrison hesitates. “But what if she’s taken?”

Jacob steps forward, smirking. “The next single girl who walks into this room,” he clarifies. He holds out a hand and raises a brow. “Bet?”

Harrison looks down at Jacob’s hand. A bet, like the one he’s referring to, may as well be as binding as a contract. There’s no going back. He looks to Tom, a little nervous, but the fear vanishes when Tom nods.

“Alright.” Harrison does the frat handshake, and the guys around them all holler. Tom makes his own loud sound of support, grinning widely. “We’ll do it.”

They have to wait for a while. The first few girls that walk in are all accompanied by partners. Tom’s starting to get tetchy and he knows Harrison is too, but as soon as that thought crosses his mind, the universe decides to throw a curveball right into his face.

You walk in.

“Oh, shit,” Jacob says. He elbows Harrison. “There you go.”

Harrison immediately looks at Tom. “Uh… Isn’t she…?”

Tom sucks in a hard breath, the sound sticking behind his teeth. “Yep.” He looks at Harrison, who’s looking particularly deflated.

For a moment, Tom thinks about Haz and everything that he’s done to support him. Harrison flew across oceans to stay with Tom, moved into the frat with him, operates as his right-hand man. He’s his golf buddy, his gym partner, his best mate. For Haz to go back on such a public bet would be the same as resigning himself to social humiliation, and Tom would be a terrible friend for making him do that. Tom can give him this.

Right?

“I don’t need to—”

“Nah.” Tom decides to step up. “It’s a bet. It’s fine.”

Harrison grimaces. “Are you sure?”

Tom feels like a petulant child. Now he’s agreed to it, he feels his stomach rebelling. You find yourself at the centre of his attention again as he looks back over, instantly regretting it as the action connects your eyes with his. His breathing catches as your lips pull into an eager smile.

But Tom pushes through it. He looks away and stares at the floor as he nods, strengthening his attitude as he reaches out to smack Harrison on the back.

“Yep. Go for it.”

“Thanks, bro.”

He can barely watch as his guys approach you, and Tom decides to stay back in the corner of the room. It’s clear that you’re confused at first, but through quick discreet glances, Tom watches as you start to talk with Harrison. When Tom gets approached by another girl, you start to speak with Haz more freely, and he assumes that you’ve forgotten all about your conversation from earlier. When Jacob and the others split off, leaving you and Harrison alone in the back corner, Tom has to leave the room.

For a while, Tom drinks. He does a couple of shots out on the patio and chats with a few girls, and eventually, he’s pulled back inside the house. He ends up in the large living room, where the main party is happening, and it seems that you and Harrison have taken it to the next level in his absence.

Tom’s lips curve into a scowl as he looks across the room and sees you, wrapped up in Harrison. The blond’s hands roam all over you, moving from your cheeks, shifting back into your hair before curving down your figure. Tom can barely keep watching as Harrison’s palms curl around your waist and go down to squeeze your ass, and he swears he can almost hear the breathless moan you deposit into the air in response.

He looks away when Harrison starts to nibble at your neck and you toss your head back in pleasure, but Tom can’t stop himself from stealing quick glances every few seconds. In the pit of his stomach lies a terrible beast, acidic and possessive, clawing at his heart. There’s a tenseness to his jaw that he can’t quite shake, even when Tom tosses the remnants of the shit beer down his throat. There are easily a hundred people in the room with him, but he doesn’t care about a single one of them. The only one he cares about is you.

After a few moments of his eyes dissecting the contours of your face, Tom feels someone wrap their arms around his waist. He stiffens, turning his head and looking around until he finds himself staring at the face of a girl from his accounting course. She’s pretty, wearing silver eyeshadow, and Tom thinks that her name is Sasha.

“Hey, Tommy,” she greets. Her perfume smells overpowering and it makes Tom grimace. “Wanna dance with me?”

Tom looks back across the room, his stomach turning as he sees Harrison has pulled you down onto a sofa with him. As you straddle his lips and continue to kiss him, his blood runs hot.

“Fuck yeah, darling,” he mutters. Tom reaches out and wraps an arm around the girl, pulling her closer and letting his eyes fall shut as her lips find their way to his neck. “Let’s dance.”

He doesn’t need you. He barely fucking knows you. Tom has met a thousand girls, and it feels as though he’s kissed as many. The only things he knows about you are inconsequential—who cares if you smell like peaches and wear a glossy lip balm? Who gives a fuck that your voice sounds like a pretty wind-chime. Not Tom, that’s for sure. Tom’s got another girl kissing him and tugging on his hair. He doesn’t need you.

So why can’t he stop thinking about you?

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The pillow that Tom has wedged over his head makes his ears ache and does nothing to obscure the sounds drifting into his room, so after a few moments of failed silence, he throws it aside. A loud huff passes by his lips.

It’s been a month since the party, and every Sunday morning since, without fail, he’s been woken by the sounds of your moans. Harrison’s room is right next door, and though he’d always complained to Tom that the walls are thin, Tom had never been the one on the receiving end like this. It’s always been Tom having lazy post-party sex with a random girl, or Tom taking a girl into the shower room and locking out his brothers all morning. Now it’s Harrison, making noise with you, and suddenly it’s not just the fact that he’s not had sex in four weeks that’s getting on his nerves.

Your moans are loud as they catch in the back of your throat, and they make Tom hard. He grumbles as he reaches down, hands dipping beneath the covers as he pushes a palm beneath his boxers. A softened groan passes past his lips as he pulls out his cock, pausing only to bring his hand back to his lips and spit on it before he starts to jerk off.

Tom had gotten over the guilt of getting off to you without your knowledge two weeks ago. For all he knows, you know that he can hear you, and you’re being so loud for him. He’s learnt that you’re cheeky like that, and the thought makes Tom tug his cock a little harder. Harrison’s bed is squeaky, and he can only imagine that you’re riding him. Tom bites back a moan as he imagines how pretty you must look on top.

He’s spent more time with you now, since that party, and it hasn’t helped his predicament at all. Every time he runs into you, you seem to grow hotter, and his attraction for you only burns brighter when he sees Haz grab your hand or kiss your lips. What had started as a bet for one night together has escalated, and now you’re both dating. Tom doesn’t think that he’s a bad person, nor would he ever say he’s a bad friend, but you’ve become his forbidden fruit.

Maybe it’s the fact that he can’t have you that makes Tom so incensed. He’s never been denied like this—been blocked so unscrupulously and irritatingly. Whilst you aren’t official with Harrison, Tom knows that his mate likes you. Hell, he can hear how much he likes you, right now, as Haz’s bed continues to squeak and your moans rise in volume.

Tom thinks he could get you to moan louder.

It takes an embarrassing two-minute window before Tom’s biting back a yell of your name, cumming in sync with a set of particularly loud whines that you emit next-door. He falls back onto the mattress, his clean hand going up to card through his curls as he tries to catch his breath. For a few moments, he lays there, scowling up at the ceiling as he tries to bathe in the afterglow of release, but it goes crashing down again when he hears your light giggles followed by Harrison’s deep guffaws.

Tom practically storms out of bed, wiping at his hand with some tissues before he stamps into a pair of grey joggers and leaves his room, slamming the door loudly in his wake. He hopes the sound scares Harrison so much he falls off his fucking bed.

The bad mood continues, even after Tom’s leapt through the shower and scrubbed at his ears. He ends up in the frat’s kitchen, the wide space still partially littered with solo cups and discarded bags of crisps from the party the night before. There are a few junior members of the frat hobbling around with black bin bags, looking pale and peaky. When they see Tom, they try and pretend they’re not hungover, and their act of skittish admiration is enough to make him feel a little better.

He’s just starting to assemble a protein shake when the air in the kitchen changes. Tom finds his eyes drifting towards the door, just in time to watch you walk in. The sun seems to follow you as you stroll into the kitchen, one hand at your side as the other plays with the tips of your hair, a relaxed smile on your face. As you look around the room and take stock of the several fratboys sitting on random pieces of furniture, your smile draws shyer, and Tom watches you glance down at your feet as you hurry towards the counters to where he is. You catch his eye, a blinding smile unfurling across your lips as you raise a hand in greeting.

As you sweep close, Tom blinks himself out of his stupor. He swallows down the lump in his throat as he steps forward to kiss your cheek, his hands falling onto your shoulders. When you step away, he takes in your outfit. Your legs are mostly bare, but you’re in a pair of shorts with an oversized grey t-shirt slouched on top of you. Tom’s eager eyes dip down, caressing your chest until they find the pointed tips of your nipples, straining against the fabric.

He clears his throat as he feels his cock prick to life.

“Morning, darling,” he manages, immediately turning around and facing the counter. He uses the smoothie as a pretence, but really he doesn’t want you to see the building bulge between his legs.

You seem to be oblivious, and Tom sucks in a breath as you step close. You place your chin on his shoulder and peer over it, comfortably leaning into him, and he swears he can feel your tits brushing up against his bare spine.

“Morning, Tom,” you greet, voice raspy and pure. “How’s your hangover?”

Tom chuckles, focusing very intently on ignoring the way your minty breath fans out across his cheek. You’ve got your arms wrapped loosely around him, hugging him easily and comfortably. He’d never complain that you’re at ease around him, but it doesn’t help his boner.

“Fine,” he responds, playing it cool. “I’m a pro at this, darling. Can’t remember the last time I had a hangover.”

You snort, and despite the loud volume, Tom thinks it’s a beautiful sound.

“You’re so fucking cocky,” you murmur, voice vibrating straight into his ear. “I feel like I’m going to die. Head’s killing me.”

Tom coos. He spends a moment violently mixing some green protein powder into the rest of his smoothie, then reaches up and rummages through a cupboard. When he procures a packet of painkillers, you release a deep sound of relief and finally step back.

“There you go, love,” he mutters. He makes sure to brush your hand with his as he passes it to you, smirking slightly when you jump. A lot of the time, Tom thinks his attraction to you is one-sided, but then something like this happens and casts doubt on that assessment. Neither of you has mentioned the night that you met, and sometimes he wonders if he should bring it up.

Tired and slightly delirious, Tom decides to test the waters. Just for fun, because he can, and because he likes the thought of making you flustered. He knows that his reputation precedes him and that you probably buy into the idea that he’s a flirt as much as everyone else does. If you respond badly, he’ll just blame it on his naturally charming disposition, and if Haz takes issue with it, well… Tom will just bring up the many red marks on his ledger.

“Thanks, Tom,” you say. He watches you rummage through a cupboard and pull out a glass, and his eyes follow your legs as you lean over the sink to get water and the hem of the shirt rides up.

“You know you’re fucking stunning, yeah?” Tom says before he can second-guess his plan.

You freeze, the waterline in your glass threatening to spill as you try to process his words. When you look back, there’s an expression of curious bewilderment on your face.

“What?”

Tom, his boner finally soft again, turns around to face you properly. He brings his arms over his chest, smirking wider as he watches you look at the curves of his biceps. He’s shirtless, and he knows the hours he’s spent in the yard doing weights with Haz shows in the firm definition of his abs and pecs. You seem to enjoy looking at him.

“You look hot.” Tom watches your face very carefully, not wanting to cross too many lines. “I bet Harrison told you that though, this morning.”

Something shifts on your face, and you bite your lip. “Well…”

“Well?”

“Harrison doesn’t say much in the mornings. Or, well, ever.” You pause, a deep line carving between your troubled brows. “He isn’t very vocal.”

Tom hums, stepping a little closer. “Harrison is good at a lot of things, but he has certain shortcomings.”

You lick your lower lip, and Tom’s gaze lingers on the glistening trail of your saliva.

“Like what?”

Tom makes a non-committal noise and pauses to take a sip of his smoothie.

“Well, you know. He’s very intense. He doesn’t always see what’s right in front of him.”

You raise an amused eyebrow. “Aren’t you supposed to be friends?”

“We are. He’s my best mate. But that doesn’t mean I can’t criticise him for acting carelessly.” Tom drops his voice, letting you see the way he checks you out. “I just think that he doesn’t appreciate how lucky he is sometimes.”

You turn away, breaking eye contact as you take your pills. As you hum a soft tune, you pick up the kettle and fill it up, only looking back to Tom when it’s been plugged in and starting to boil.

“Alright, I’ll bite,” you reply, voice curious. You step closer until you’re standing in front of Tom, your eyes again going to his bare chest. “What does Harrison have that you don’t think he appreciates enough?” The suggestive look in your eyes matches the seductive inflexion in your voice, and Tom feels a shiver pass down his spine.

He plays it off coolly, shrugging slightly. “I’m just saying, darling, that if I had the honour of waking up beside someone as beautiful as you, I wouldn’t let you out of my sights all morning.” Tom reaches out slowly, gently letting his fingers bridge the gap between you as he toys with the hem of your shirt. You move closer, subtly encouraging him to continue, so Tom lets his hands shift up to hold your waist, feeling your curious eyes on him the whole time. “What was he thinking, eh? Letting such a lovely lady leave his bed. Crazy.”

You chuckle, a bashful smile on your face as you gnaw your lower lip. “Well, he wanted tea.”

Tom hums. “And I think that that’s bullshit.” He pauses suddenly, eyebrows raising as he finally looks away from your face and finds his gaze sticking on an emblem branded to your big t-shirt. A deep chuckle vibrates through his chest. Of fucking course. “You know what this is, love?” he asks, tugging at your shirt. When you shake your head, he grins. “Boyfriend material.”

Your reaction is immediate: soft frown, arched brows, confused stare.

“Harrison is not my boyfriend,” you say.

Tom clicks his tongue. “Never said he was.” He rolls his hands up your sides, gently caressing your warm figure. Though he wants to run his palms higher to your chest, he stops himself. “This is my shirt, babe. Laundry gets them mixed up all the time, but it’s mine.”

Your lips part and you look between Tom and your shirt with horror in your eyes. “Oh, fuck,” you murmur. Immediately, your hands fly down to the hem. “Do you want me to take it off?”

He shakes his head. “Nah,” he says. “As much as I’m sure I’d like that, there are too many other people in here.” He feels jealous again just thinking about it.

You nod, pausing the movement after a second as your eyes narrow. “Wait, how do you even know? It’s just a plain t-shirt?”

“What, you think I’m making this up?” Tom’s smirking again, and it widens as you fluster. “‘S alright, love.” He reaches up and points at the emblem which marks an event from rush week last year. “Logo,” he states. “And… I think you’ll find if we take a look at the label on the back, it’s got my name on it.”

You let him manhandle you, melting back into his hold as Tom stands forward and turns you around. He brushes your hair out of the way and reaches up, gracing his fingers over your spine as he delicately pulls out the back label. You won’t be able to see it, but it fills him with smugness to see his initials stained stark against the label: TSH.

“Well… I’m sorry, anyway.” Your voice is hoarse, light and feathery as if you’re holding your breath. Tom lets his hand rest on your shoulder after he’s tucked the label back. He’d move away, but you’re leaning into him completely, your hands grasping at the palm that he has curled around your stomach. “I promise it won’t happen again.”

Tom leans down, and in a bold move, very gently kisses the base of your neck. Your skin is soft and warm beneath his lips, and the breathless gasp you release is just as sweet.

“It’s okay,” he rumbles. He pauses, eyes fluttering shut as he inhales your peachy scent. “Feel free to use it any time you’d like.”

Not wanting to push too hard, Tom leaves a final, wetter kiss to the bottom of your neck before moving back, unwrapping his arm from around your waist and repositioning his hands back on the counter. He leans against the wooden cabinets, wondering if you’d been able to feel his hard-on that’d peskily bounced back when he’d heard your whimper.

If you feel anything, you don’t say anything. In fact, you’re quiet as you step to the side and pour out the boiled water into two mugs. “Thanks,” you say, speaking through the steam. You glance back to Tom, and he swears your eyes are darker. “It’s soft.”

Tom sips his smoothie, eyeing you over the brim as you poke at a tea bag with a metal teaspoon.

“Fabric softener,” he says, nodding slightly. His brain is running slow, still caught up on how nice it’d felt to kiss your neck. “It suits you.”

You throw him another shy smile. “How does Haz take his tea again? No sugar, yeah?”

Tom bites his lip. “Wrong,” he lies. “Haz likes three sugars. Don’t be afraid to put in a little more, though.”

You eye him sceptically. “I don’t think that’s right.”

“He is my best friend, love,” Tom says. He hides his mischievous grin behind his smoothie, and he watches you roll your eyes. “Listen, if he’s got a problem with it, he can take it up with me or he can come and make his own cup of sodding tea. Lazy bastard.”

You snort, and Tom feels his stomach turn as he watches you spoon three teaspoons into Haz’s mug.

“Well, I’ll let you know what he says,” you mutter. Finally, you pick up the mugs in your hands and walk forward, pausing in front of Tom. Your eyes skim his figure again, briefly zeroing in on his chest before caressing the fine lines of his lips. “Thanks for keeping me company. This was fun.”

Tom nods and steps forward to kiss your cheek. He hopes you can feel how desperately he wants to press his lips to yours.

“Any time, darling,” he assures. “If you ever need anything, you know where I am, yeah?” He lets his teeth brush your earlobe as he pulls back slowly, smiling to himself when he sees you shiver.

“Yeah,” you murmur. You swallow deeply, and your eyes hold his gaze for one moment longer before you tear them away. “Have a nice morning, Tom.”

Tom watches you walk across the kitchen, almost stumbling when you get distracted trying to look over your shoulder back at him. He smirks, raising a few fingers in a lazy wave.

“See ya!” he calls back.

His blood doesn’t stop pumping until you’re all the way out of sight, and even after that, he knows the only way he’ll be able to properly shake you is by attending to his hard-on. Again.

You’re like a shadow that won’t stop chasing him.

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The party is in full swing, and Tom feels like a king.

There are several benefits to parading the title of president of the frat. Tom gets the largest room in the house, along with an ensuite. He’s able to prioritise himself on the gym schedule and the cleaning rota. Every party, he’s looked up to, treated like royalty, his every wish and command carried out by his brothers. If he doesn’t like a song, it’s changed. All it takes is one arched brow in the direction of a partygoer, and they’re ejected from the house. The beer is his favourite make, and everyone loves him.

Tom has the whole world in his hands, which is why it’s incredibly infuriating that his kingdom tonight isn’t ordered how he’d like it.

It’s two months into the semester, and the buzz that’d characterised earlier parties has faded. Finals are coming up soon, so maybe that’s why Tom feels unsettled. Or, maybe it’s the fact that the music isn’t hitting quite as well as usual. It could be that he hasn’t tied his shoes as tightly as he normally does, or maybe that the vibe within the house is just...off.

But Tom knows exactly what the problem is if he brings himself to think about it. He’s tried drowning his ugly feelings in cheap beer, but there’s no denying it: his mood had taken a significant plummet when he’d glanced across the room and seen Harrison with his hands all over you, your lips locked together. The shard of jealousy that had lodged itself in the warm precipice of his heart is unshakeable, and there’s a horrible bitter taste on his tongue.

Tom is so fucking jealous that he’s about two seconds away from pointing at the couple and getting someone to kick you out.

“Bro. Bro. The fuck is wrong with you, man?”

It’s probably a good thing that Tom’s been interrupted, as he’s fairly sure there’s enough poison in his gaze to burn off a large patch of Harrison’s hair. He shakes a grimace over his lips as he looks to the side, eyes falling to his friend, Jacob. Jacob’s in a loose Hawaiian shirt, the red and white pattern glowing under the luminescence of the UV lights.

“What?” Tom says, playing it cool. He takes another drink, shuddering slightly as he lets the alcohol ease him.

“You look like you want to beat someone up.” Jacob squints, trying to look in the direction that Tom knows he’d been staring in. “I only see Haz. Are you guys, like… Good?”

Tom releases a short bark. “‘Course, man,” he says, voice lifting lighter. “Why wouldn’t we be?”

Jacob scoffs. It’s loud in the crowded living room, but Tom can feel the undertones. “Uh, we all know about the bet. We all also know that you’d had your eyes on Y/N before Haz pulled her.” He pauses, wiggling his brows until Tom punches his arm and scowls. “I’m just sayin’... Seems like you have some unresolved shit going on.”

Tom doesn’t deem him with a response, not knowing where to start with that. It’s Saturday night. The last thing he wants to do is talk about this. He already drives himself mad every other day of the week as he ponders this particular puzzle.

“We need to get the energy up,” Tom mutters. He spins around, beckoning over a few of his friends with his hands. Someone gives him a shot, and he downs it before looking back at Jacob. “We’ll do a game or something. Get people. We’ll do it on the patio.”

Ten minutes later, there’s an assembly of partygoers on the terrace at the back of the house. It’s a mix of sorority girls, jocks, and fratbros, but Tom doesn’t pay them much attention as he claims his spot on a rickety canvas camping chair and sits back. He lets Jacob take the lead, doing another two shots when he sees you and Haz join the circle.

You’re in a black dress tonight, the material skimming just above your knees. As you walk out onto the patio, the midnight breeze swishes the hem up a little, and Tom watches as you giggle and drop Haz’s hand to smooth it down. Harrison presses an easy kiss to your cheek, and the smile on your face builds. It freezes when you spot Tom, your eyes darkening as your teeth dig into the pink flesh of your lower lip. Tom raises a brow, watching you stand a little straighter as your gaze runs over his form, lingering on the golden chain he’d pulled on earlier.

The spell breaks when Harrison sits on a chair and tugs you down with him, an expression of irritation briefly souring your angelic face before you smooth it back. Tom doesn’t look away until Jacob starts to speak.

“Spin the bottle,” Jacob announces, looking around at each person. There are a few groans, but they’re drowned out by the cheers. Tom just rolls his eyes, sitting back and briefly surveying the circle. He’s pretty sure he’s pulled at least five of the girls already, and the rest of them seem fine, too. Obviously, there’s only one person he’d want the spin to land on, but he’s already accepted that the universe isn’t on his side when it comes to you.

A few rounds pass. Tom isn’t really paying attention until the neck of the bottle lands on him and he has to kiss a girl from his psychology class. It’s a quick kiss, and her lip gloss makes his mouth tingle, but Tom only realises how hammered he is when he has to sit up from his chair and lean over to spin the bottle.

Tom looks around the circle as his fingers ponder the glass, grasping the attention of the group like he’s holding court. He looks at you and finds you looking at him, your lower lip held between your teeth as Harrison rubs your arm. Haz has you in his lap, your legs thrown across his thighs as you sit on him sideways. Harrison’s blond curls rest up against the side of your face, and Tom has to look away as he grimaces.

The bottle spins. It clatters quickly over the paving stone, hurtling with an angry force that Tom hadn’t entirely intended to use. He holds his breath, his eyes widening as it stops. Pointing at you.

“Looks like that’s Y/N,” Jacob announces.

Tom sits back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest as he looks at Harrison. His mate’s eyes have lost their charm, a deep frown settled on his face. Tom thinks he looks exactly like the tough-faced models from Vogue with that mardy scowl on his face. He raises a brow, as if to say, up to you, and watches as you turn in Harrison’s lap and whisper something into his ear.

A moment passes, and Tom’s surprised when Haz nods and pushes you up from his lap. He meets Tom’s eyes, giving him another smaller nod, and Tom sits back, pleasantly resigned to the fact that Harrison isn’t going to ruin the game.

“Hi,” you greet as you approach him, smiling.

Tom reaches out, offering you his hands as you finish treading over the collection of limbs and shoes that crowd the patio. Your fingers are so soft in his.

“Hi, darling,” he responds. Tom feels hot, everywhere, and he hopes his cheeks aren’t as red as they feel. “You look stunning,” he adds, voice quieter.

“Thanks.”

You hesitate, eyeing him up and down as if trying to assess the best way to kiss him. The girl he’d just kissed had bent over to press her lips to his, and as Tom remembers this, he drops one of your hands and reaches up and wipes his mouth again, trying to eradicate all traces of her lips. When he’s achieved this, he tentatively reaches up and presses the palm to your waist. Respectfully, of course. There are a lot of people watching.

You seem to be less reluctant to indulge, and Tom feels his eyes widen as you step forward and sink into his lap, your knees bending as you press your shins into the canvas of the camping chair on either side of Tom’s thighs. Suddenly your face is hanging in front of his, warm breath coming out over his face, and Tom has just enough time to wonder why your breath smells of pineapples before you’re leaning in.

He kisses you, and for a few seconds, he’s frozen. Everything that he’s learnt at the frat and over the course of his college life goes flying out the window, and he’s left feeling like a kid again. The background noise filters out, and all he can focus on is the weight of your body pressing into his legs and the feeling of your lips, soft and silky, moving over his. When you reach up to weave a hand into his hair, he comes back around, the roar of the party filling his ears as an adrenaline rush floods his chest.

Tom knows this will probably be his only chance to kiss you, so he leaves nothing behind. He brings both hands to your waist, urging you closer as he recovers his charm and kisses you properly. His tongue works into your open mouth, pressing against you and exploring the sweet space of your lips as you moan into him. He feels your fingers drift down, one of your hands staying bedded in his curls as the other plays with his chain. Never before has Tom felt so consumed by a kiss, and if the circumstances were different, he wouldn’t hesitate to reach around and grab handfuls of your skin, wouldn’t hold back his kisses, or his moans, or his coos of praising endearment. He’d give you everything.

When you pull back, your nose brushes up against his, and it feels like the two of you are the only ones in the world.

“How was that?” you ask, voice quiet. There’s a shyness to your disposition, a nervousness as you meet his eyes.

Tom reaches up, holding your cheek and brushing his thumb across your chin. He tidies up your smudged lipstick as he squeezes your waist.

“Perfect,” he replies, voice low. He can feel Harrison staring at him, but he doesn’t give a fuck. “You’re… You’re incredible, darling.”

You sit a little taller, looking proud of yourself. “Well, now I understand what all the hype is about,” you mutter. “You’re a good kisser. A really good kisser.” You pause as a shiver works its way down your spine, and Tom glances at your bare arms.

“Here,” he mutters. When you stand from his lap, he’s glad his jeans have some wiggle room so his raging boner is less obvious. Tom’s quick to shrug off his jacket, and he passes it up to you without a second thought. “Don’t freeze,” he says, wagging a finger at you.

“Tom, I couldn’t—”

“Yeah, you can.”

You bite your lip. “Won’t you be cold?”

Tom just flexes his biceps, smirking again as he sees you checking out his muscles. “Got these bad boys to keep me warm,” he teases, pointing at his guns. He softens, just for a moment. “It’s fine. Said you could always use my stuff, didn’t I?”

You look flustered, opening and then immediately closing your mouth before turning around and making your way back over to Harrison. Tom sits back in his chair, trying halfheartedly to suppress the smirk that continues to hold his lips as he admires how nice his jacket looks draped loosely across your shoulders. You always wear his clothes so well.

Tom looks at Jacob, who shakes his head in response. Then he looks at Harrison, and he can’t stop himself from laughing. Harrison’s a shade of salmon pink, and it only softens out a little bit when you settle back into his lap and kiss his cheek. Tom watches Harrison flip him off then pull you closer and kiss you harshly, and messily. You don’t seem as into it as you’d been with Tom, he realises. You’re holding back, grimacing slightly as Harrison pulls back a triumphant moment later.

The game concludes a while later, but Tom stays out on the patio, feeling dizzier by the second. The camping chair is comfortable, and the chill in the air helps him feel soberer. Whilst Tom doesn’t regret the multiple cups of beer and several shots, he does consider that he might’ve gone a little too far in his efforts to forget about you.

You’re gone, now. Out of sight, back in the party. Tom’s making light conversation with a few of the guys still left in the circle, but they clear out when a shadowy presence falls across the patio. It doesn’t take long for Tom to realise it’s Harrison, and he tries his best to sit up straight and look less smug as Harrison drags a chair over and places it opposite Tom.

Harrison stares at him, hard. He’s in a matching snapback and a loose white t-shirt, his ring glinting as he crosses his fingers and examines Tom’s face.

“So…” Tom starts, disliking how charged the air is. “Y’alright, Haz?”

“Shut the fuck up, Tom,” Harrison says instead. When Tom pulls a face, he sharpens his gaze. “What’s wrong with you?”

Tom chuckles. He’s feeling drunk and annoying. “Well, that’s a bit of an unspecific question, Harrison. There are many things that you might say are wrong with me—”

“You know what I’m talking about.” Harrison breaks off, sighing loudly as he flops back in his chair and runs a hand through his hair. He looks smaller, nervous. “Do you have a thing for my girl?”

Instinctively, Tom shakes his head. “Y/N?” he says dumbly. When Harrison nods, Tom hums. “Is she your girl?”

Harrison flounders for a moment. “I mean… Technically no, but we’ve been hooking up for two months.” He pauses, grimacing. “Look, mate. I know I fucked it when we met her. I knew you wanted her, and I still took on the bet. But I really fucking like her now, and… And…”

“And?”

“If you decide that you want her, you’ll get her. You always do.” Harrison grumbles as he crosses his arms. “Can I not have one thing? Just one.”

“You do know that Y/N is perfectly capable of making her own decisions, yeah?” Tom says, only slurring slightly.

“Oh, yeah. Of course, of course.” Harrison’s bobbing his head almost comically. “But still… Do you know what I mean?”

Tom closes his eyes for a few moments, the patio spinning. He speaks through gritted teeth. “Haz, I love you, man. You know what I’m like. I’m a flirt.” He cracks open an eye and gives Harrison a dopey smile, and the next words he speaks are the truth. “I wouldn’t seriously try to steal your girl, alright? I wouldn’t sleep with her if you guys have a thing. We were just playing the game.”

Harrison releases a deep breath. “Thanks, man, I—”

“Wait.” Tom feels bolder. “You do need to tell her, though.”

“Tell her what?”

Tom narrows his eyes. “You know what,” he says, speaking to a very sheepish-looking Harrison. “She’d want to know that your relationship is built from a bet. If you… If you seriously think that you’re g’nna have a fucking relationship with her, she needs honesty.” Just the thought of you and Harrison going official makes him feel sick.

“No way.” Harrison’s curls go flying as he shakes his head. “Fuck that. Are you mad? She’d break it off.”

Tom grimaces and looks away from Harrison. “I’m just saying,” he mutters. “You shouldn’t lie to the people you care about.”

It’s rich coming from him, but Tom knows that nothing he’s said has been a lie. He won’t sleep with you if you’re still with Haz. Maybe he’d try to break you both up, but he wouldn’t purposefully sleep with someone in a relationship. Logistically, he doesn’t think he’d be able to, even if he wanted to, because despite the tantalising banter he’s able to carry out with you, you’re a good person. You’d never cheat on Harrison.

“Yeah.” Harrison looks guilty now. “I guess.” His eyes shift away from Tom, falling to someone else. Tom startles when he feels two hands come down to rest on his shoulders, and glances down, only relaxing when he recognises the silver rings curled around your fingers.

As if a deity, you’ve appeared, just when Tom was thinking about you. He wonders if it’ll always work like this.

“Hi,” you greet, looking first to Harrison, then Tom. “What are you guys talking about?”

You’re standing behind his chair, perfume light and peachy. When Tom cranes his head back, your perfect face blurs.

“Nothin’,” he murmurs, a sleepy grin on his lips.

You chuckle. “How drunk are you right now?” you ask.

Tom makes a non-committal sound. “I don’t want to stand up and find out,” he admits. “So I’m just going to stay here until I get sober.”

“What if it rains?”

“Well, I guess I’ll get wet.” He reaches back and grabs lightly at his jacket, still covering your upper half. “Some thief ran off with my jacket.”

You snort, then pat his shoulders before walking around to the front of his chair. You offer him your hands, and Tom takes them easily.

“Babe?” Harrison pipes up. “What are you doing?”

With ease, you help Tom up from the chair. He fakes it a little, exaggerating just how woozy he is so that you have to wrap your arms around his waist. He hides his mischievous smirk in the crook of your neck, suppressing his guilt. He wasn’t lying to Harrison—he will stay in his lane. But old habits die hard, and you’re very warm, and he’s very drunk, especially with the blood rushing to his head.

“Putting him to bed,” you respond. “He’s tired.”

Suddenly, Tom finds himself yawning. He leans into you, pouting softly at Harrison as he tries to look as exhausted as possible. He’s always been a convincing actor, and his friend buys it completely.

“Alright,” Harrison says. “Do you need help?”

You shake your head. “Nah,” you respond. “I’ll be fine.” You squeeze Tom’s waist. “He’s just a big teddy bear.”

Tom doesn’t think he likes that (if anything, he’s a lion), but it seems to ease Harrison. The man presses forward, kissing your cheek before giving Tom a firm pat on his shoulder.

“Right, then,” he says. “I’ll be inside.” Harrison glances at Tom, reluctance filling his blue eyes before fading slowly. “Sweet dreams, bro.”

“Thanks, Hazzy.”

“Don’t ever fucking call me that again.”

Tom’s still chuckling as you lead him back inside, and he knows that you’re trying not to giggle too.

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Tom already knows that you’re cute, but as you help him up the staircase and get him ready for bed, your adorableness really comes through.

“Drink this,” you announce, walking back into his bedroom with a glass of water in your hands. Tom admires the way that you walk, glad he’s already in bed and hiding beneath the covers. Your hair is a little wild, and he knows that’s probably his fault—Tom’s cheeky, and he’s especially persistent when he’s hammered, and he might’ve been a bit mischievous in the bathroom when you’d tried to convince him to brush his teeth, refusing until you’d had to physically push the brush into his mouth. You’d rolled your eyes, and he’d been distracted by watching you in the mirror.

“What is it?” he asks annoyingly. Now Tom is almost naked, clad only in his boxers, and he does a deliberately long stretch of his arms above his head, smirking as the duvet falls down to expose his toned torso.

You roll your eyes again as you sit on the edge of his bed, pushing the glass into his hands. “Water,” you supply. You stare at him, raising a brow. “Probably won’t help with the hangover, but I feel like I need to try.”

Tom takes a few sips, looking at you over the rim of the glass. You look tired, up close. Still glowing, and beautiful, and gorgeous, but tired. Your lipstick is faded, and he can see the shadows of your dark circles peeking through your makeup.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

You glance at him, chuckling shortly before looking down at your hands. You play around with a few of your rings, sighing.

“Just tired,” you respond. You manage a forced smile. “Doesn’t matter.”

He frowns. “It does.” Tom obediently downs the entire glass, wanting to coax a smile to your face. “Why’d you come out if you’re tired?”

“Haz wanted me to.” You bring your eyes back to Tom. “I wanted to come and support you, too.”

Tom blinks. “Me?”

“Yeah.”

“Aww.”

You scrunch up the end of your nose as you stand from his bed, smoothing down your dress with your hands. “Well, I do care about you, Tom. I know there’s a lot of pressure on you to make the parties good.”

Warmth bursts through Tom’s chest. “That’s so cute,” he mutters. He looks up at you, the light being cast from the ceiling light cascading over your shoulders like a halo. “You’re cute.”

“And you’re plastered,” you respond, smiling. You walk closer, running a hand over the top of the duvet until you reach Tom. When you’re standing up by his head, you tentatively reach down to push his shoulders. “Lie down,” you coax. “Bedtime.”

Tom sinks into his mattress with ease, smiling when you gently pick up his head and plump the pillows. You reach down and pull the duvet up to his chin, tucking it in around his chest firmly, your tongue held between your teeth as you go. You’re very attentive, and the sight of you looking after him so well doesn’t help his predicament at all.

“Thanks, darling,” Tom murmurs. He sighs contentedly. “So comfy,” he whines. “Why don’t you stay with me if you’re tired?” He cracks open an eye just in time to see the expression of shock on your face fade to one of amusement.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” you respond. “Can you imagine how confused you’d be waking up in the morning?”

“Would be a good kind of confusion, though.” Tom rounds out his eyes, trying to look as soft and unassuming as possible. “I’m a great bed partner, babe. I won’t kick you. I’ll give you space. Or, if you want, I’ll cuddle you. I’m great at cuddling people.”

You just laugh, your face vibrant and light. “You’re so funny,” you say. “I wonder if you’ll remember this tomorrow.”

Tom scowls, grumpily snuggling further into bed. “I invite a pretty girl into my bed and she rejects me,” he grumbles. “Your loss, baby.”

“You sound more and more like a fratboy every time we speak.” You stand back, crossing your arms over your chest as you look him up and down. “Right. I left painkillers on the side, and there’s more water too. Sweet dreams, Tom.”

You turn to leave, but Tom makes a noise of objection. You pause, raising a brow in question.

“Goodnight kiss,” Tom begs. “Please?”

You laugh again but step back towards him. You bend over, necklace dangling in Tom’s face as your hands smooth up to rest in his hair. He’s overwhelmed by the scent of your perfume and the close proximity, and for a moment, he thinks you’re going to imitate the breathtaking kiss from earlier. But then you move up. You kiss his forehead, gently, stroking a few strands of his hair as your lips linger against his skin for a moment longer than necessary. When you pull back, Tom has a dumb expression on his face, and he’s glad that you follow up the kiss by turning off his lamp.

“Night, Tom,” you say, walking across the room. There’s a single shard of light, peeking into his room through the open door, and it illuminates your silhouette as you pause there.

“Night, Y/N,” he responds, voice slightly thick.

You gently close the door behind you and leave Tom alone, with nothing but his thoughts and his fantasies to entertain him. He grumbles as he turns over, a very prominent and selfish thought pushing to the front of his mind:

Tom loves Harrison, but he’s fed up. He can’t carry on like this, yearning incessantly. He doesn’t want to stay in his lane, he wants you to be his girl. Desperately.

Tom has to do something. He has to make you his.

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You think that whoever scheduled Intro to International Business for 9am on a Monday hates all college students.

It’s dreary as you make the hungover trek to campus. The ache in the front of your skull rattles with each sombre step, and you never get used to the chill of November’s dark mornings despite having plenty of experience with them now. You’re bundled up in a hoodie, a jacket, and a scarf, yet the flecks of grey raindrops still manage to soak you. By the time you reach the lecture theatre, you’re grouchy and regretting ever leaving your bed.

At the time, going to the frat party the night before had seemed like a great idea—Harrison hadn’t stopped blowing up your phone about it all weekend, and you’d felt compelled to keep him company. There were other factors that made you eager to go, too.

It’s all a blur now. Spin the bottle, disrupting Harrison’s tense conversation with Tom, taking the latter upstairs. You think about the sight of Tom bundled up in bed, duvet pulled to his pouting lips, and your entire body bursts into flame, rippling with an unrestrained desire that makes you feel guilty for just existing. You’d been so affected by the events of the night before that you’d had to go home, too overwhelmed to stay with Harrison in the room beside Tom’s.

Most of the seats around you are empty. You’re early despite rolling out of bed after sleeping through your first alarm. As you settle into the back of the theatre, you begrudgingly pull out a pad of paper and a pen, wishing you’d thought to bring sunglasses. This is the class that you supposedly share with Tom and Harrison—also business majors—yet they’ve never made an appearance beyond a half-assed attempt in the first week. Sometimes you wonder how they’re both able to pass a class they never show face in.

“Fuckin’ hell, love. Who the fuck scheduled this so early? They’re taking the piss.”

You startle as a grouchy voice enters your space, and your eyes snap up just in time to see a dark figure drop down into the open seat beside you. The deep navy blue hoodie is pulled above his head, and he immediately crosses his arms, but you know without a doubt who it is.

“Tom?” you ask, voice full of shock. You sit forward, reaching out to place a hand on his arm as you peer at him. When you meet his pale face and see the thick sunglasses covering his eyes, your eyebrows raise. “Since when do you come to class?”

Tom clicks his tongue, lips curving into a smirk. It’s a little disconcerting that you can’t see his eyes, but you can tell they’re dark and seductive. They always are.

“What d’you mean?” he teases. “I’m always here.”

“As if.”

He shrugs and breaks off for a moment to yawn. “Thought I should start being a good student, ‘n all,” he mutters. “Finals next month, and everything.”

“And how’s your hangover?”

Tom pulls a face. All of a sudden, he leans over, rummaging through his bag with loud actions until he procures a bottle of water and a bag of mixed nuts. When he sits back up, he pushes down his hood and jerks off his sunglasses, exposing the damage. You wince as you take in the deep bags beneath his eyes and the way his brown irises are marred with red. He still manages to smile, though, and after ripping open his snack, crunches a couple in quick succession.

“I’ll be fine,” he says. “I don’t get hungover, but if I do, it clears pretty fast. I’m built differently.”

You snort. “Yeah right,” you mutter. You find yourself looking at his lips, and briefly, you’re transported to how incredible they felt last night when you’d straddled him and kissed him. Quick to shake that off, you find yourself blinking as you stare at him. “You were trashed last night. I had to take you to bed. Do you remember?”

Tom gives a hapless shrug, not quite looking into your eyes. You wonder, not for the first time, what thoughts are running through his mind. He confuses you immensely.

The night you’d met, you’d been convinced you’d end up sleeping with him. He’d swaggered over to you, dripping charm, looking incredibly hot in an all-black ensemble, chain, and cap, then he’d kissed your forehead and promised to see you later. Just, you hadn’t seen him later—instead, his friends had not-so-subtly set you up with Harrison as Tom had stood across the room, watching. A part of you had felt side-lined by him, but Harrison is attractive, so you’d jumped on him the moment you could.

Harrison is nice. He’s kind. Dependable. He’s the kind of boy that you could easily take home to your mother and hear nothing but kind words about. He isn’t always the most attentive, but he’s funny, and he cares for you, so it’s fine.

Tom is… Tom is an entirely different ballpark. There are no words to describe Tom Holland. You’d thought you knew enough about him before meeting him at the party, but the man you’ve come to know since doesn’t match up to the reputation that surrounds him. Tom is cheeky—it’s obvious in his flirtatious jokes, and his lingering touches, and his habit of kissing your cheek every single time he sees you. He’s funny too, but his sense of humour isn’t mean or callous like most of the lads in his house. Beneath the hardy exterior lies someone who genuinely cares, and looks out for the people he loves.

He makes you feel alive, each one of your cells burning and sizzling every time he’s around. Tom makes you feel the pounding rhythm of your heartbeat everywhere—in your ears, in your chest, between your legs. He gives you everything, whilst giving you nothing at all. It’s entirely perplexing.

You need to stop comparing them. It’s not a competition. You’re seeing Harrison, and Tom has no genuine interest in you. You’re friends, and he’s flirty, but that’s it. You’re friends, and you shared the best kiss of your life last night, but that doesn’t mean a thing. It doesn’t matter that Tom fires you up the right way, because it’s one-sided, and you’re with Haz.

Tom ignores your question about the night before and instead tips his bag of nuts towards you.

“Care for a nut?”

You snort as you pick out a cashew, crunching it softly as he watches. Tom’s deep brown eyes linger on your lower lip as you slowly lick the salt from it.

“Delicious,” you say, earning a loud cackle from your companion.

“Dirty girl,” he mutters, grinning wickedly.

“No, you just have your mind in the gutter. Not everything has to be an innuendo, Tom.”

“Wrong. Everything can be and is an innuendo if you try hard enough. You should know this by now, darling. You’ve spent enough time with me.”

“Maybe, but not all of us share your immature sense of humour, Tom.”

He gasps, eyebrows sliding up his forehead in mock shock. “Are you calling me a child?”

“Childish,” you clarify, smirking as he shoots daggers at you. “You’re such a boy.”

Tom sits back, blinking a few times in quick succession before clearing his throat. His eyes seem to darken as he leans in closer, bringing a hand up to rest on your shoulder. His fingers are warm as he pushes the hair from your face and gently tucks it behind your ear, leaning across the seat until he’s able to whisper gently.

“I am not a boy,” he coos, voice soft. “I’ve just never broken out the proper charm on you, darling.”

Your throat runs dry as his hot breath fans out across the side of your face, minty fresh.

“And what is this proper charm?”

Tom opens his mouth to speak, but it fades a moment later. He pulls back, appearing to lose his cool last minute as his cheeks flush.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” he mutters instead. He shifts around in his seat, looking back at you for a split-second before glancing away. Tom’s reluctant to meet your eyes, and you watch, confused, as he chugs about half his bottle of water before pulling off his hoodie. He’s still flushed—face warmer and more alive than it’s been all morning.

Your brows furrow as you look at Tom’s shirt. “Hey, is that the one I borrowed the other week?” you ask, speaking before you have time to process the words.

Tom chuckles, regaining his charm as he throws his hoodie on top of his bag and turns to face you, a hand lodging in his hair. It’s longer than it’d been at the start of the semester, a few strands dangling over his forehead.

“Yeah,” he agrees. “Smells of you.” Something crosses over Tom’s face, and he flashes you the tips of his pearly teeth as he smirks. “Smells of us, darling.”

Your reaction is immediate and uncontrollable. A hot flush, moving through your entire body, forming in your centre and rolling across your figure from the inside out. You hope that you can play it off by pulling your notebook into your lap. The back of your mouth is dry, but you manage a weak, quipping response of, “you should wash that,” before you spiral too far.

It’s in the small things. His comments. His lingering touches. His smirks. Tom drives you crazy.

The lecture starts, but you don’t pay it much attention. Instead, you stay huddled up in the back with Tom, killing time as he shows you a collection of photos from the night before. After flicking through the snapshots from a very blurry night, Tom moves on to a different folder in his phone, nimble fingers swiping across the screen and showing off some of his favourite memes. You end up almost crying from laughter, clutching to his arm as you bend over in your seat and try to pass by undetected by the notoriously strict professor. Tom’s hand soothes over your back, and you briefly wonder if you should dissolve into laughter more often just so he can bring you back down.

When the class finishes, Tom throws his arm across your shoulders and walks you across campus. It’s only when you’re halfway towards the car park that you realise where he’s taking you.

“Wait— I can walk back home.”

“Nah. It’s fine.”

“It’s out of the way, though.”

Tom squeezes your side. “‘S alright. You’re my best mate’s girl. ‘Least I can do.” He pauses, apparently oblivious to the sour expression you pull in response to those words. “Plus, you looked after me last night, so… I kinda owe you.”

Deciding to just accept it, you hum in agreement. “Okay. Thank you.”

“No problem, love.”

He’s very warm and his cologne smells like a forest breeze. You enjoy strolling across campus with him, especially when he kisses your temple as you separate at his car. It’s a battered old thing, and you’ve been in it a few times before. You’re fairly sure that Haz owns it too, but the way Tom settles into the driver’s seat and keys the ignition makes him look like the proper owner. Tom commands any space he inhabits with poise and elegance.

“You’re out near Sarah, aren’t you?” Tom asks as he jerkily reverses from his parking space.

“Yeah.”

“Nice area,” he comments, which makes you laugh. Tom glances at you, raising a brow. “What?”

“Small talk?”

“Mmm. Well, is there anything else you’d like to talk about, sweetheart?”

Sweetheart. Fuck, you can’t handle the way that sounds dripping from his lips.

“Nope.” You stretch your hands out in front of you, yawning. “Too hungover to think.”

“Fair enough.” Tom drums his fingers over the wheel, and you find yourself watching the lines of his slender digits. He has very pretty hands. “Good party though, eh?”

“Oh yeah. Crazy. Did you have fun?”

Tom releases a noise of reluctant agreement. “It was alright. Not the most successful night for me.” He risks a brief glance at you, chuckling. “Isn’t really the best look to get escorted to bed.” You aren’t sure if you should feel guilty for that, but Tom’s quick to add, “not that I don’t appreciate it. I do. I just shouldn’t have been so eager.”

“Why were you?” you ask. “It seemed like you were trying really hard to get drunk. Did something happen?”

Tom cackles, the sound so loud and quivering so precisely that it makes you jump. “God, if you only knew…”

“Eh?”

“Nothing. It was nothing.”

You’re intrigued now. “What?” you press, reaching across the console to pat his thigh. You’re over halfway back to yours now, and like a bloodhound, you want to know answers. “Was it a girl? I’ve not seen you with anyone since… Well, ever.” You furrow your brows. “Did someone reject you?”

Tom’s face clouds over immediately, and you shift uncomfortably in your seat as you watch his jaw set into a hard line.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he snaps, his easy demeanour gone.

“Woah,” you mutter. “Sorry.”

Tom cards a frustrated hand through his hair, his eyes glinting dark. “Not that it’s any of your business, but no. I was not rejected.” The way his voice quivers makes it sound like a lie.

You pull a face as you cross your arms over your chest, your hangover exacerbating your rapidly falling mood.

“Aren’t we friends?” you ask.

He sucks in a fast breath. “Yep,” he replies, speaking through tight lips.

Something has changed. It’s as if you’ve crossed an invisible boundary that you hadn’t seen, tripped a trick wire only visible to him. The air between you is thick, and Tom doesn’t say another word until he’s turned down your street and pulled into a space outside your house.

“Well… Thanks, I guess,” you mutter. You reach into the footwell and pull up your bag, your eyebrows furrowed as you turn back to face him. For a few moments you bounce between jumping out of the car or staying, but you hate leaving things tense like this. Not with him. “Are we… good?”

Tom turns off the engine. For a moment he stares at his hands on the steering wheel, but then he brings his gaze up to you. His eyes are sad and raw, and it makes your heart hurt.

“We’re fine, Y/N,” he says, voice softer. “Sorry. It’s the, uh… The hangover. Makin’ me act like a twat. I’m sorry.”

You release a sigh of relief. “It’s okay, Tom.” A light chuckle slips by your lips. “I was worried I pissed you off for a moment there.”

Tom’s smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “You? Never, darling.” He drums his hands over his thighs, and you remember the circumstances.

“Oh, sorry. I’ll get out of your hair,” you say. You hasten to undo your seatbelt and reach towards the car door, only to pause when Tom reaches out suddenly to touch your arm. “Yeah?”

“I, uh…” Tom’s close, leaning over the console. Your eyes drift over the freckles of his face, and you get distracted by how warm his brown orbs are, like glinting pools of honey. “I really am sorry,” he adds. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you.”

You tilt your head to the side. “It’s fine.” You glance down to where he’s softly caressing your arm, his eyes fixed firmly on your skin. His hand feels nice. Soothing. He soothes you. He always does. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

Tom nods. “Yeah. I’m great.”

You don’t quite believe him, but you’re willing to accept that the hangover has knocked him.

“Well, thank you,” you say. You turn back to face him. “For the lift. And the nuts.”

Tom finally smiles again, and the sight makes your heart soar. “No worries, babe,” he says. He winks. “Any time.”

You lean over the console and kiss his cheek, your mouth hitting a spot of skin closer to his lips than the side of his face. If Tom notices how flustered it makes you, he doesn’t say a thing. You’re still shaking as you pull your bag over your back and hobble from the car, shouting back a tight, “bye!”

Tom raises his hand through the open window and winks again as he pulls away from the curb, leaving your body throbbing persistently and your heart more confused than it’s ever been.

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Two weeks pass. You don’t see Harrison much, but Tom continues to come to class. Life goes on, nothing unchanged, and finals come and go with ease. Before you know it, it’s the final mixer of the semester.

Harrison’s going to miss it. He tells you as much when you turn up at the frat two hours before kickoff to find him stuffing shirts into a bag. He looks guilty as you walk into his room, question written all over your face.

“You remember Rory, yeah? From UPenn? He invited me to their party. Apparently, they’ve got Travis Scott. It’s gonna be lit, so… I’m going.”

“Overnight?” you ask, looking at his heavy bag. Harrison nods, running a hand through his hair.

“Yeah. Sorry… I probably should’ve told you.”

You roll your eyes. “Yeah.” You glance down at your hands and swallow the irritation that festers in your chest. Harrison has never been great at communication. Throughout the duration of your arrangement—whether you’re just dating, or just hooking up—he’s kept his cards close to his chest. He confuses you.

When you’d first spent the night with him, Harrison had acted like he’d wanted something more with you. You’d been on a few dates, he’d brought your flowers, the works. But with time, it’s as if he’s tired of you. The spark has slipped away, and if he wasn’t on his way across state, you’d sit him down and have a discussion about the direction of your entanglement. But he is, and you have no time, so you display your irritation by crossing your arms.

“I’m sorry,” he adds. He finishes zipping up his bag and throws it over his shoulders before stepping towards you. With warm hands, he cups your cheeks and brings you in for a deep, passionate kiss. “You can always come if you want.”

You grimace as you shake your head. “I told Tom I’d help him here,” you say. “It’s fine. Just… Have fun, alright?”

A shadow of jealousy briefly flitters across Harrison’s face, but it’s quick to smooth away when he clears his throat. “‘Course,” he says. He takes your hand and leads you from his room. “What are you guys doing?”

“Hm?”

“Tom. What are you doing with him?”

“Oh. Just hanging up banners, and stuff. He wanted me to help him with the drinks too.”

“Nice.”

The air between you is stale, and you’re glad when Harrison pulls you down the corridor and pauses outside Tom’s room. There’s loud music coming from the room, so Harrison has to rap loudly several times, an act that makes you cringe.

“Come in!” yells Tom. Harrison does just that, pulling you in after him with a firm grip. “Oh, hey guys?”

You instantly wrench your hand from Harrison’s, not wanting him to feel your palm grow hot as your eyes fall onto Tom. You’ve caught him mid-workout, perched on the edge of his bed, shirtless and doing curls with a hand weight. There’s a healthy red flush to his face, and his bicep bulges as he flexes with the weight. All across his chest are lines of thick muscle, and you find yourself staring.

“Hey, dude,” Harrison says. “I’m just on my way out.” He turns to look at you, an easy smile on his face. “Y/N told me you guys have plans tonight, so… I guess, I’m just wondering. Can you keep an eye on her? Look after my girl, y’know?” He pauses to chew on his lip, guilt at leaving reflected in his eyes. “Make sure she’s okay, ‘n all that.”

Tom stands from the bed, tossing the weight onto the mattress with ease before approaching you, smirking. “‘Course, Haz.” He wraps a very hot, slightly sweaty arm around you and pulls you into his side. “I’ll take care of her.” Tom glances at you, shrugging softly. “Take care of you,” he adds.

You don’t know what kind of dangers you might face tonight that warrant a personal guard, but you don’t think you mind it if your attendant is Tom. He’s hot and sweaty and he smells of man, but you burn for him.

“Thanks,” you respond, slightly breathless.

Harrison looks between you both, then shrugs. “Great.” He steps forward and briefly touches his lips to you. Tom freezes, holding you tighter in his arms the moment Harrison kisses you, and that action makes you feel perplexed. “Have a good time, guys.”

“You too, Haz,” Tom responds. You echo similar sentiments.

When the door closes behind Harrison, Tom doesn’t move. He simply holds you tighter, then drops his mouth down and presses a light kiss to the base of your neck. Your choked whimper travels into the air, and you flush as he steps away.

“We will have fun tonight, won’t we, Y/N?” he teases. His eyes are dark as they briefly skitter across your figure. After a moment, Tom walks across the room and picks up a towel and a fresh set of clothes. Tom pauses in front of you, tilting his head as he looks at you. He has to know how frazzled he makes you feel. He’s got to.

“Yeah,” you reply, voice high. “A lot of fun.”

“Mmm. Hope so.” Tom steps forward and cups your cheek in his hot palm, kissing your forehead before stepping back. “I’m going to shower. Make yourself comfortable, yeah? What’s mine is yours.”

A full-body shiver travels down your spine, but luckily it isn’t until he’s turned on his heel and strode over to the door.

“Have fun,” you call out. Tom turns back to wink, then disappears in a flash.

As the door closes behind him, you wonder if you really lost your spark for Harrison, or if the feelings you had for him just paled in comparison to the ones you harbour for his best friend.

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The party picks up quickly. You split off from Tom a few hours in, being pulled away by one of your friends and staying with them for a while. You start to miss him, though, so you excuse yourself from a game of beer pong out on the patio and walk back into the large frat house, cringing slightly as you hear the loud music. You haven’t been drinking much tonight. Something tells you that you’ll need your sober brain.

It takes you a while to find Tom, the house busy and wild. He’s not in the kitchen, nor the hallway. Your adventures take you to the large living room, where they have the music and the drinks set up. As you wander inside, your eyes take a moment to acclimate to the dim lighting. When they settle, you see him, and the breath leaves your lungs.

Tom is standing in the middle of the dancefloor, talking with a girl. She’s draped in his arms, the tips of her fingers running through his hair as she chats to him. Tom is looking at her intently, paying rapt attention to what she’s saying, but the smile on his face doesn’t quite stretch to his eyes. When he spots you, his brows briefly raise, only for them to lower again as he smirks. He winks at you, then reaches for the girl, bringing her in closer and dropping his mouth so he can start to kiss her neck.

Jealousy consumes you. It burns through every other rational thought that you have. The sight of the girl wrapping herself around him as Tom kisses up her neck makes your fingers curl into fists at your sides, and you start to walk across the room before you can comprehend it. Tom sees you, continuing to make flirtatious eye contact with you as he deposits light, wet kisses to the girl’s shoulder. It feels targeted and provocative, and whatever game that he’s playing seems to work.

“Tom!” you call out when you’re just a few centimetres away. He leisurely pulls away from the girl, dark eyes twinkling mischievously as he looks up at you.

“Yes, Y/N?”

You grimace. Now you’re over here, on the receiving end of stares from Tom and his companion, you wonder why you’d responded so immediately and directly.

“You need to come with me. We have, uh… Things to do.”

Tom raises an eyebrow, stepping away from the girl as he crosses his biceps over his chest. He’s wearing his golden chain, the one that always drives you mad, and he looks so fucking handsome under the UV lights.

“And what would those things be, Y/N?” he asks. The girl at his side is looking between you both.

“You know,” you hiss.

The girl frowns, then huffs out a sigh and pushes at Tom’s arm. “Can we go upstairs?” she asks him. Tom glances at her, chewing his lower lip as he finds himself on the receiving end of her fluttering lashes.

“No, Jess,” he says, evening out the rejection with a soft smile. “I’m sorry. Have a good evening.” Before she can respond, Tom reaches out and takes your hand, pulling you with ease towards one of the corners of the room. You squeal as he tugs you, easily falling into his side and enjoying the press of his warm arm to yours. He drops his voice, pausing only when you’re on the edge of the dancefloor to spin you and press his hands to your waist. “Are you alright, darling?” he asks, smirking. “Looks to me like someone was a little jealous.”

Your body heats up, and you find yourself nibbling at your lower lip as you try to make sense of the situation. “Nope,” you lie. With ease, you reach up and rest your hands on Tom’s broad shoulders. “I was just… Thinking about the night we met. You said we could dance then, but we never did.” You tilt your head to the side, throwing out a convincing smile. “Do you want to change that?”

Tom growls, tugging you closer as he wraps his arms around you. The tips of his teeth brush up against the shell of your ear and you whimper as his hot breath fans out over the side of your face. “Fuck yeah, babe,” he murmurs.

You settle into it easily. Tom ends up pulling you so your back rests flush against his front, his arms skating around to hold your waist as you grind back against him. It’s close and hot, and it doesn’t take long for him to put his lips back where they belong—on your neck, kissing deeply. Everything that he does feels calculated and purposeful, but it’s only when he brings his kisses near your ear and whispers a low, “you’re so fucking hot, baby,” that you come back to earth.

“We… Shouldn’t,” you whimper. Tom kisses your lobe in response. “Harrison.”

“What about him?” he mutters. His voice is raspy and seductive, and the way he strokes his hands over your sides makes your eyes roll back. “He doesn’t care about you like I do, Y/N. You know he doesn’t.”

You close your eyes, focusing on the way Tom sucks deep bruises to the sensitive spot on your neck. Harrison had never been able to find it, had never even tried.

“He cares about me,” you say, voice hoarse.

“Yeah. But not enough.” Tom spins you in his arms, reaching up to cup your cheek in a hand. He peers at you, eyes wide and insistent. “He lies to you. Did he ever tell you about the night that you met?”

You quirk a brow. “No.”

A shadow of hesitation passes over Tom’s face, but he swallows it down. “He only came up to you as part of a… a fucking bet. That’s the only reason I didn’t come back to you that night.” He strokes his fingers over your cheekbone, soothing you when you frown. “You’re the prettiest fucking woman I’ve ever met in my life, and it’s been killing me to see you both together.”

You press your forehead to his, feeling his breath come out in hot pants over your face. “Do you like me, Tom?”

He chuckles. “You have no idea how much, babe.” Tom shifts his hands back to your hair and he cradles your face. “I’d be so good to you. I swear.” He’s speaking earnestly, his voice breaking softly as he looks at you. “I love Haz. He’s my best mate. But we all know that you’re not a good fit. He left you here tonight. He doesn’t satisfy you.” Tom drops his voice, tilting his head to the side as his voice drops lower. He brings his lips closer, kissing the side of your mouth as you shiver. “I could satisfy you properly.”

You release a breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding. For a moment you stare at Tom, eyes swirling down to his lips, then, as if entranced, you reach down and pull your phone from your bra. Using one hand on the screen, you reach up to cup Tom’s face with the other, smiling softly when he instinctively tilts his lips and kisses the palm of your hand. You write out a short message, the guilt in your heart fading when you briefly check Harrison’s Instagram story and see him surrounded by a sea of girls at the party he hadn’t invited you to.

After sending the message, you tilt the screen towards Tom’s face, watching his skin glow white as he slowly reads the few words.

You: Haz, I’m sorry to do this over text, but it’s over. I think we both know that we’re better as friends.

Tom’s brows raise. “Did you..?”

“Yeah.” You bite your lip and slowly tuck your phone back against your chest. “It’s over.”

Tom kisses you immediately, both of his hands anchoring your cheeks. You could almost cry with how good it feels to have his mouth touching yours again. He parts his lips and slips his tongue into your mouth, and you moan as you wrap your arms around his neck. As he holds you tightly, his hands slip down to hold your waist, and though your teeth and noses collide and clash, you don’t care. It’s beautifully imperfect, and it’s so hot that it makes your whole body throb. Tom’s curls give you the perfect leverage to jerk him closer, and as you make out mercilessly on the edge of the dance floor, you feel a piece of you slot into place.

“Come upstairs with me,” he groans, voice thick as he speaks against your lips. Your mouth is wet with spit, but you don’t bother to wipe it clean when you pull back. Tom’s eyes glint with hunger, and he grabs at your hand when you nod.

The journey upstairs is fast and easy, full of your giggles as he runs his thumb over the back of your hand. The moment you’re in his room, Tom pushes you back against the door and flicks the lock, attaching his lips to your neck with ease.

“Tom,” you whine, running your hands all over his back as he sucks harshly against your skin.  

His hands skim lower and you curve your spine away from the door so he can grab handfuls of your ass, your moan mixing with his grunt when he pulls away from your neck to kiss your lips again. It’s as if he’s ravenous—unable to pick between your lips and your neck, your hips and your ass. Tom changes his position every few seconds, and the irregularity fills you with excitement.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he groans. Tom pulls back breathlessly, looking straight into your eyes. “Can I… Are you okay with this?” he clarifies, holding your gaze firmly until you nod.

“I’m more than okay with this,” you say.

“Good, good... Pretty baby.” Tom runs his index finger down your face, his knees bending as he slowly sinks down in front of you. He scatters two light kisses to each of your breasts before travelling down your navel, only stopping when he’s fully on his knees, gazing up at you from beneath his lashes. “Darling?”

“Hmm?” You’re light-headed but aroused, your dress feeling tight as you shuffle against the door.

“Can I taste your pussy, baby?”

Your breath catches in the back of your throat, and the first time you try to speak, only a moan comes out. Tom smirks, fingers easily pushing up the hem of your dress. As his fingertips stroke up your thighs to rest on your waistband, he pauses, tilting his head to the side in question. “Yeah,” you manage, voice a whisper. “I want that so badly.”

“Mmm, should’ve just said, darling.” Tom’s head dips, disappearing between your legs. You whimper as he rubs the front of two fingers down the front of your panties, the material wet and warm. “God…” He unhooks them easily and tugs them down your legs, pausing to allow you to kick them off. When he repositions, he holds your thighs further apart and presses a kiss to your soft flesh. “You’re fucking soaked, lovie.” His hot breath fans across your centre. “Pretty cunt’s just waiting for me, isn’t it?”

His cockiness turns you on, and you’ve barely gotten out a garbled moan before he’s delving in. Tom’s skilful tongue runs up your slit, light at first, gradually leading you into it. You cry out as he finds your clit, sucking softly around the bud before lapping his tip across it gently. You have to reach out and grab ahold of the nearby bookshelf as arcs of pleasure spread out from your centre, small whimpers and moans being pulled from your mouth as Tom continues his assault.

“Tastes like paradise,” he whines, speaking against your cunt. “So sweet, baby. I understand why Haz likes being with you so much.” Tom pauses, drawing a few more strokes across your clit as you whimper. “Mine now,” he murmurs, deep voice vibrating across your centre. “My pussy.”

“Tom,” you moan, legs shaking. He responds by bringing his right hand up, slowly curving two of his digits into your heat. As he starts to thrust his fingers, the sounds of your wet arousal fill the air, making you moan louder. “Feels so good,” you encourage, realising he works harder when you speak to him. The top of his curls brushes against your legs as his tongue continues to glide over your clit, merciless and pleasurable.

“You sound so pretty, love,” Tom says, pulling away slightly. The vibrations from the noise make you moan louder, and you glance down to see him staring at you, eyes blown wide with lust and his chin covered in your juices. He looks back between your legs, readjusting his fingers and curving them at different angles before he strikes gold. When you call out his name, his other hand goes up to your hips, holding you back against the door as he smirks. “I want you to cum for me, darling,” he coos. “Let me make you feel good. I want to hear those pretty little moans. Be loud for me.”

You don’t take much convincing, as once Tom’s got his mouth back on your clit, you’re arching your back as you fall over the edge. He laps your bud with his hot, firm tongue, his fingers continuing to stroke at your walls until you spasm into climax, reaching out to grab his hair as you moan and writhe against the door. He holds you up, even when you feel like falling, and it has to be the most intensely pleasurable orgasm that you’ve ever experienced in your life.

“Fuck,” you pant, only able to calm down when Tom pulls back. He sits on his shins, smacking his lips as he looks up at you, smirking. You’ve still got a hand on his head, so you fiddle with his hair as you recover. “That was so good.” A breathless smile finds your face. “So good. Thank you.”

“No problem, darling.” Tom clambers to his feet, and your eyes find themselves drawn to the bulge in his jeans. “Knew I could make you cum,” he says, speaking almost to himself. “Looked like an angel. Taste like one too.”

You swallow a moan and step forward, hands twisting behind your back to release your zipper. Tom’s eyes widen as you push down your dress, stepping out of it with ease.

“We’re not done yet, are we?” you ask, biting your lip as you look over to the bed. Tom shakes his head and offers you a hand after you’ve pulled your phone from your bra and placed it down on his desk.

“No way,” he agrees. Tom pushes you down onto the mattress but stays standing at the edge, nimble hands quickly releasing his belt and pulling off his jeans, then his shirt. You admire his Calvin Klein boxers, black with a white band skimming across the top, and he wiggles his eyebrows. “Fuck,” he adds. His eyes skim your figure, appreciation held in his gaze. “I can’t believe I’ve got you here.” He gets on the bed, pushing you down and climbing on top of you as he kisses his way up to your mouth. When he’s hovering above your face, he cups your cheeks. “Most beautiful girl in the whole world, love. Girl of my dreams.”

You kiss him, your hands finally able to learn the curves of his muscular back. Tom grinds down into you, his covered crotch meeting your bare pussy, and the friction to your clit makes you moan into the kiss. As you admire his form, you settle into his lips, your heart beating faster and more persistently against your ribcage.

“Tom,” you say, speaking against his mouth. He pulls back, lips red and puffy. “You’re so handsome. Have I ever told you that?”

Tom bites his lip, continuing to roll his hips down against yours. When you start to grind up to meet him, an expression of enjoyment darkens his face. “Thanks, love.”

You lick your lips as you wrap your arms around him, holding him closer as he continues to grind into you. “Every time I’d see you out doing weights or walking around shirtless, it’d turn me on,” you admit. You snake a hand between your bodies, managing to press your palm up and against the outline of his cock. Tom groans loudly, dropping his head into the crook of your neck and whining as he ruts against the pressure. “I want to feel you,” you whimper. “Properly. I want to feel how good it is to have you inside me... I can feel you. I know you’re big.” You bite your lip. “I’ve thought about it for weeks.”

Tom forces his face away from your neck and meets your eyes, his pupils completely dilated. “You are going to be the death of me, lovie,” he says seriously, drawing a chuckle from your lips. Tom leans up and kisses you, softer, but only for a moment. He reaches across his bed and rummages through his bedside table, procuring a condom a second later.

“Let me do it,” you offer. Tom nods, and you swap positions with ease. Tom settles on the mattress, raising his hips and watching as you tug his boxers down his legs. You feel yourself salivate slightly as you take sight of his cock, erect and flushed, pressing up against his lower stomach. Holding the open condom in one hand, you run your thumb over his tip with the other, gathering beads of his silver precum on your fingertip. You meet Tom’s eyes and sit back on his thighs as you push your finger into your mouth, exaggerating your moan as you lick it clean.

Tom tosses his head back, his hair fluffing up against the pillows. His cock twitches against his stomach. “Fuck, baby… You’re driving me crazy.” When you reach back and roll the condom over his length, he can barely keep still, rutting up and filling your hand the moment you’re done. “You know… every time you stayed the night with Haz, I could hear you guys,” he says, looking at you through hooded eyes. You give him a few pumps, biting your lip as you admire his member and try to imagine how good it’ll feel filling you to the brim. “Used to get off listening to your moans. Imagining it was me fucking you. Thinking… Thinking about how good it’d be to- fuck- to open you up on my cock.”

His words make you feel hot, and you speed up the rhythm of your hand as you watch his face flush with heat. “I know,” you admit. “I could hear you sometimes.” You lean up and press a kiss to his chest, feeling his hot skin between your lips. “You make the hottest noises, Tom.”

“For you,” he groans, jaw tensing. “It’s all for you.” He continues to rut into your hand, and you smirk as you feel him throb. As Tom grows more erratic, you feel your slick between your legs thicken and your core begin to throb.

“Can I ride you?” you ask.

Tom immediately bounces his head, eyes lighting up like you’ve spoken the only thing he’s ever wanted to hear. “Yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes—”

You bend over to kiss him, sliding up his body with ease. Tom reaches up your back, eager hands falling to a stop at your bra. He manages to unclasp it after a few attempts, grinning victoriously against your lips as it falls slack. Once you’ve thrown it aside, you sit back, watching as Tom’s hand goes down to guide his cock through your slit. One of his hands rests on your hip, palm hot and heavy, and he gives you a short squeeze as he presses his tip against your entrance.

Slowly, you sink down onto him, moaning loudly as his girth stretches your cunt. Your eyes squeeze shut as you adjust, breath hitching when Tom adds his thumb to your clit, the pleasure easing the stretch. When you’re completely seated, you find yourself shifting, Tom groaning when you clench and slowly start to ride him.

“Oh my god,” he moans. “Feels like heaven, darling. Actual heaven.” His jaw is tense as he tosses his head back, prying open an eye to watch as you bounce over him, moving faster as you find your rhythm. “So wet, sweetheart. So tight… So much better than I’d ever imagined.” He’s looking at you with pleasure screwed across his face, and the sight of him so desperate makes you feel powerful.

“Tom,” you whimper. “I can feel you so deep.” You’re starting to unravel, feeling him everywhere. With the thumb still rolling over your clit, his hand weighing down your hip, and the tip of his cock brushing deeper each time you come together, you can feel yourself on the verge already. “Can you… I can’t…”

“Y’wanna flip?”

“Yeah. Please.”

It happens easily, without Tom falling from you. A moment later, you’re resting over the warm mattress, wrapping your legs around Tom’s back and pulling him closer as he rails you into the bed. He’s faster than you’d been, and the new angle opens you up deeper, allowing his tip to press more pronouncedly against your g-spot. His chain dangles against your neck, the cool metal scorching against your flushed skin.

“Oh god,” Tom groans. The sounds of your bodies meeting as he roughly thrusts into you, again and again, fill the air. “You’re so perfect. Feels so good.” His eyes are dark as they meet with yours, swirling with unrestrained lust. “So wet, lovie. D’you like it when I fuck you? Yeah? Pussy’s squeezing me so tight. My pussy, isn’t it? You’re mine.”

“Yours,” you agree, liking how it sounds.

Tom grunts and drills into you faster. With each rotation of his hips against yours, his thick head reaches further, dragging across your g-spot with ease and causing sparks to race up your spine. His name falls from your lips like a prayer, and you clutch at his torso for purchase as you scramble to stay grounded. When you add a hand to your clit, you feel your cunt clench, squeezing his length and making him groan again.

‘I’m not gonna last, love. Shit. Feels too fucking good,” he whimpers.

You bring his lips back to yours, meeting them clumsily as you moan. Your skin is hot and sweaty, being smothered by the heat of his body bearing down on you. You wind your free hand into his hair. “It’s okay,” you get out, voice catching. “I’m so close, Tom. Fuck. Make me cum. Please.”

You ride the edge for a few moments more before Tom cries out, calling your name in a voice so exerted and broken that it pushes you over the edge too. As his cock pulses against your walls and his groans fall like music to your ears, you let everything go, basking in the pleasure that crashes over your figure in thick, consuming waves. Tom’s hands are slick as they grasp at your sides, but he’s holding you tightly in place and you like it.

When the air finally clears, Tom pulls out, collapsing onto the mattress beside you with a loud groan. You flip onto your side, quivering as your core pangs with pleasurable aftershocks, your tired eyes drifting up to meet his. He reaches out, sweaty palm drifting to your face as he cups your cheek and smiles at you.

“Well,” he starts, voice low. He pulls you closer, and you carefully curl yourself into his arms. Tom nuzzles his lips against your forehead and leaves three light kisses to your skin. “That was a heavenly experience.”

You snort, burying your face in his chest and feeling the cool metal of his chain press to your skin. “Heavenly?”

“Mhmm. Because you’re an angel. My angel.”

You smile into his front. “What a charmer,” you say.

Tom combs some fingers over your hair and softly coaxes you away from his chest. Both of you share a pillow, his deep brown eyes feel of inquisition as he looks at you.

“Darling,” he mumbles, speaking slowly, almost nervous. “I like you a lot. And… And I know the circumstances are messy and complicated, but… I don’t want this to be a one-time thing. I want this to be an every time thing. I want you to be my girl.”

“Your girl?”

“Yeah. My girlfriend.” Tom’s handsome eyes flutter over your face. “What do you say?”

You trace your index finger around the sculpted lines of his face, smiling softly as his lips pull into a grin. You think about how your life has changed since the first night you met him, and how your heart has slowly learnt to gravitate towards him. Tom’s right—it is messy, and maybe your union is complicated and a little wrong too, but it feels good. Him kissing your forehead and pulling you closer feels good. He feels good.

“Yeah,” you agree, speaking slowly. “I would really like that.”

Tom’s face splits into a smile, and he pushes in to kiss you. “Good,” he murmurs. “‘Cos I’m gonna woo you every single day of your life. I’ll bring you tea every morning, tuck you in at night. Make you moan louder than you’ve ever moaned in your life—”

“Alright, alright. You’ve already won me over, Tom, you can calm down—”

“Nope.” Tom’s grinning widely as he continues to peck your lips, unable to keep his hands off you. “I’ll keep charming you until I’ve won your heart, babe. This is just how it’s got to be.”

You kiss him, not knowing how to tell him that he’s already had your heart, firmly in the palm of his hand, since the very first night you met.

“Well,” you respond, voice quiet in the air. “I quite like the sound of that.”

Tom nuzzles his nose against you, lips brushing yours. “Yeah?”

You hum affirmatively and reach up to bury your hands back into his hair. “Yeah.”

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[iliumheightnights]

From Shadows | Steve Rogers x Male!Reader

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Male!Reader

Summary: A couple of run-ins with a new vigilante make Steve questions things about himself.

(M/N) watched the masked figures entering the warehouse from where he was perched on top of a building. Some were carrying crates inside. BINGO. When he figured the coast was clear, (M/N) sunk into his shadow letting it cascade down the building and towards the warehouse. The shadow moved its way across the street, over boxes and under benches. When it reached the warehouse it slipped under the door seal, shaping into the silhouette of (M/N) on the inside wall.

The inside of the warehouse was dark. The only light coming from the large windows from the roof. That was okay, it was better for him to work in the dark. The warehouse was packed with crates, some large, some small. There were lots of figures in this warehouse, and he was going to take them all out. Still just a silhouette on the wall, (M/N) made his way to one of the figure’s shadow before pulling out a knife and stabbing the shadow. When the figure’s shadow was lying motionless on the ground he moved on, the figure also left dead on the ground. Ever since he discovered his powers he has used them to his benefit, they made being an assassin even easier. He became a literal shadow.

Continuing his way through the warehouse, henchmen fell one by one. No one even knew he was there. After the last of the henchmen were down, he unphased from his shadow and looked around at his handy work. I did a good job, per usual. Seeing one of the henchmen still alive he walked over and yanked them by their collar. “Where is he?” The henchman chocked on his blood. “Where’s who?” (M/N)’s eye’s furrowed. “Don’t fuck with me! Where’s Rumlow!?” The henchman gave a bloody smile. “You’ll never find him. Hail hydra.” Then they died in (M/N)’s hands. (M/N) threw the body to the ground before letting out a yell.

“Have you ever thought about anger management?”

(M/N) turned around and was greeted to earth’s mightiest. Iron man, captain america, black widow and hawkeye stood before him. “I’ve heard it does wonders.” Iron man clapped back. “I don’t need advice from one of earth's billionaires.” (M/N) started to move towards the door, but iron man got in his way and held up one of his repulsors. “How about this? You come quietly now and maybe you’ll get a nice jail cell for good behavior.” (M/N) lifted his hand to his chin and pretended to think, he looked at the captain and couldn’t help but stare into those blue eyes. “Hhhm counter offer.” Before any of the avengers knew what was happening, he sunk back into his shadow and backed away before making some shadow figures materialize and fight the heroes.

(M/N) could have...should have left right then and there. But he didn’t. He couldn’t help but watch Captain America, a.k.a Steve Rogers, a.k.a america’s ass fight his minions. From where he was he could see the captain moving his shield back and forth and throwing punches, none really landing on his minions. He could also see how great his ass looked in his suit. What? He wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity to admire the captain’s ass. Wanting some more personal time with Steve, (M/N) went to work knocking out the other heroes. It was pretty easy to knock the other’s out, they were distracted by his minions and he was a shadow. All he had to do was land some punches to their shadows and they were out like lights. It honestly felt really good to knock out the avengers just like that, apparently they still needed work. When it was time he materialized in front of Captain Rogers.

“Well well well, look who we have here.”

“You’ll pay for what you did to my team.”

(M/N) faked a pained expression. “But I thought it was always the gentleman that paid on the first date?”

Steve looked taken aback a bit before he focused again. He got into position and raised his shield. (M/N) smirked at the man, he looked so stupid in that onesie. “I really like ya cap, I really do. But I’ll do whatever it takes to stop Hydra, and I won’t let you get in the way.” He took out his knives and positioned himself. Steve’s eyes widened a bit. ‘What do you mean stop Hy-” He was cut off as (M/N) launched himself at the man. Slashing his knives at the man trying to land a hit. Steve hit the assassin in the stomach with his shield, causing him to fly against a wall. Steve watched as (M/N) sank into the wall and formed into just a silhouette. He watched as the silhouette punched his own shadow and felt the impact like he was the shadow. The shadow jumped off the wall and (M/N) launched himself at the captain again. Steve smirked, the assassin was too confident and Steve threw his shield at the man, forcing him to the ground.

(M/N) laid on the ground and let out a groan. That hurt. He should have just kept wailing on the cap’s shadow. Speaking of the cap, the man himself was standing over (M/N). He was smiling as he pulled out some handcuffs. “That was a good fight. But that’s over now.” (M/N) could feel his heart beating faster, then an idea came to him. “Wait! Wait! Let me tell you this about Hydra first!” Steve leaned in closer, was he really this stupid? (M/N) smirked before quickly moving his head closer and kissed him on his lips. Steve’s eyes widened in surprise, he didn’t notice (M/N) grabbing the handcuffs, closing them onto Steve's hands. Quickly changing both him and Steve into shadows, he brought them over to a bar before turning them both back. Steve had been handcuffed to the bar so he couldn’t follow. “Sorry Cap. Wish this could be different but I have work to do and don’t need you to follow me. Thanks for the kiss though, and if I may say you have one amazing ass.” Steve watched as (M/N) turned back into a shadow and left the warehouse. What just happened?

It had only been two days since the run in with (M/N) and Steve couldn’t stop thinking of it. More importantly he couldn’t stop thinking of the kiss. It was just a distraction, he only did that to escape. But the reasoning behind the kiss wasn’t bothering Steve, it was the fact that he enjoyed it. Not only did he like it, he wanted to kiss him again. He shouldn’t think of that, first of all he was a villain and that wouldn’t be good. Secondly, He was a man. Growing up in the 40’s he was told that liking the same sex was wrong,and he knew what other people thought of it. But he always knew he liked men, he was just afraid to admit it. “Hey Capsicle, what’s with the long face?” Ah Tony, he always showed up at the exact time you didn’t want him to. “If you’re still caught up with shadowman don’t be, we’ll get him.” Steve let out a sigh. “You’re right Tony.I was just thinking, times have changed so much.” Steve looked Tony in the eyes. “Tony, what do you think of same sex relationships?” Tony only stared at him, he gulped waiting for the resentment. “Steve, are you serious? Steve, I’m Bi. I’ve slept with just as many men as I have women. I thought this was common knowledge.” Steve remembered he had heard some stories, but he thought they were just jokes or rumors. “Wait...Mr.Rogers. Are you saying you are also into men?” Steve didn’t say anything, only nodded his head. Tony chuckled a bit before shaking his head. “Listen. It’s okay. You’re okay, you’re no different. You’re still the stuck up capsicle that we all know and love.” Steve laughed at that and Tony joined him. “Thanks Tony. I needed to hear that.” Tony patted Steve’s back. “So...who is the lucky man that claims America's ass?”

“We got him.” Steve looked up at Tony in front of him. “Shadow. We lured him into a trap and captured him. He’s in interrogation right now, figured you’d want to be the one to talk to him.” Steve felt his breath hitch, he hadn’t expected for the man to be captured so soon...or at all. Steve nodded at Tony before standing up and making his way to the interrogation room. It was like time was dragging on, he was about to see that man again. The man that made him question everything. He stood in front of the door to the interrogation room for at least five minutes before he was brave enough to enter. When he did his breath was taken away as his eye’s met (M/N)’s. “Hello Captain Rogers, what a coincidence to see you here.” Steve laughed a bit before sitting down in the chair on the other end of the table. He picked up the folder and started reading through the papers. “Name?”

“Bucky Barnes. Oh wait, sorry wrong boyfriend.”

Steve looked at the man with a small frown, (M/N) only smirked. “Last name: (L/N), First name: (M/N). Haven’t had an arrest history before, but something tells me that’s a little off. What you did the other day wasn’t the first time you did that.”

(M/N) nodded his head. “Guilty as charged. I’ve dealt with more than my fair share of Hydra agents before.”

“Why are you wanting to attack Hydra?”

“They’re bad guys, granted I’m not saint myself but they need to pay.”

“Why?”

For the first time, (M/N) looked defeated. “I have my reasons. And I’d rather not share them with an audience.” He nodded towards the wall, which was actually a one way mirror. “I know they’re in there. Watching. Waiting. I always know what goes on in the shadows. Talk to them and give us some privacy and maybe...maybe I’ll tell you.”

Steve sat for a minute looking at (M/N) trying to figure him out. He couldn’t help but look at his lips for just a little longer than he should have. He knew he had to get out of there fast, he was getting too distracted. He used talking to the team as an excuse. “Hurry back honey, don’t want to be late for our date.” Steve felt the blush on his face as he left the room. When he entered the viewing room he was met with Tony and Nat’s grins. “When were you gonna tell me you two were dating?” Suddenly the lights in the interrogation room went out and suddenly came back on, (M/N) however was gone. “Shit, sound the alarm!”

(M/N) was able to get through the base pretty easily in shadow form, man...these people needed better security. It wasn’t long before he found himself at a good enough place in the base to escape. “What? No ass compliments this time?” (M/N) raised his eyebrow and he turned and faced Steve. “Sorry I was kind of in a rush.” Steve walked closer but had his hands up in surrender. “The camera’s have mysteriously been turned off. Now will you tell me why you hate Hydra?” (M/N) let out a sigh before speaking. “It’s a long and far too complicated story to tell you here and now. Here.” (M/N) conjured up a shadow and pulled out an old phone. “How about I tell you on a date? I’ll text you when and where.” (M/N) turned to leave before he felt a hand on his arm. He turned and before he knew it Steve was kissing him. This wasn’t half bad. He kissed back harder before breaking off. “Don’t worry, I won’t cause too much trouble. See you soon...America’s ass.” With that (M/N) slunk back into the shadows and escaped the avengers base. All Steve could think was, I’m in love.

[iam93percentstardust]

AU-gust Day 2: College

Requested by @endrega23 for an ironhawk au! Disclaimer: I headcanon Clint as ADHD in this one based on my own personal experiences with ADHD. I understand that not everyone with ADHD has a universal experience and may not have an experience like Clint's or mine.

Also on ao3 here

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Clint doesn’t like going to class. His ADHD makes it difficult for him to pay attention—or to keep from distracting other students—and the fact that he works nights means that he can’t take his meds in the morning to help him focus if he wants to be able to sleep that day so he just doesn’t bother going. It’s not like he doesn’t know the material anyway. He majored in Recreation Management so that he’d be “qualified” to do the job he’s been doing his entire life. At this point, he could probably teach his classes.

Tony, though, Tony goes to all of his classes, not because he needs to learn anything—he could definitely teach his classes—but because Howard thinks it’s important for him to show up. And because Tony is a sweetheart who wants to make a good impression on his professors.

Fucking Howard, Clint thinks as he slings his backpack over his shoulder.

He glances back toward the bedroom where he can just barely spot a tuft of brown hair sticking out from under the blankets. Tony sneezes, rolls over to face the wall, and sneezes again. Reassured that Tony is still alive, Clint sets out into the way-too-early morning (why do engineering classes have to be at the crack of dawn?).

He gets there early enough that he can snag a seat in the back of the classroom, mostly because he sees better from a distance but also to make sure that if his meds don’t kick in on time, he distracts as few people as possible. He’d resigned himself that morning to a sleepless day so that he could go to Tony’s classes—thankfully only two today—and actually focus on the lectures. He might know exactly what he’s doing in his own classes but the math Tony is learning goes way over his head. He’ll need to be able to pay attention so as not to miss anything important.

Fortunately, he comes armed with a special notebook Tony designed for him and a pen that records the audio of the lecture and when he uses the pen and notebook together, the notebook records a digital transcription of his notes. Hopefully, even if he misses something to write it down—and that’s always possible when professors talk at the board during their lecture because then, his hearing aids sometimes miss it—the pen will have picked it up.

The morning passes quickly, in a haze of a lot of math that Clint doesn’t understand but surprisingly almost as much math that he does understand, and then he’s trudging back through the snow to their apartment. They don’t live too far from campus, in one of the actually nice apartment complexes because Maria Stark insists on the best for her darling, which is great in the spring since they can just walk to campus but absolutely terrible in the winter since neither of them bothered to get a car because they can just walk to campus.

Clint blames Tony always forgetting to grab a hat and gloves when he leaves for why he’s sick now.

Tony hasn’t moved from the bed when Clint walks through the front door but he has the laptop propped up on the bed next to him and Clint can hear the sounds of some action movie floating through the apartment so he figures Tony is probably awake. He goes into the kitchen and starts heating up some soup. Neither he nor Tony are particularly good at cooking but he thinks he can probably manage dumping a can of soup into a pot and stirring it a few times.

He heads back into the bedroom once it’s heated with a bowl of the soup and a cup of chamomile tea. “How are you feeling?” he asks, setting the whole tray on the nightstand and reaching for the thermometer. Temperature first, then food.

“Leave me here to die,” Tony croaks dramatically.

“Can’t,” Clint says lightly. “I put too much time into this relationship to give up now.”

He holds the thermometer out. Tony obediently sticks it under his tongue. They wait a moment for it to flash 99.7—better than it was last night but still not great.

“Do you feel up to some lunch?” he asks.

Tony hums listlessly but reaches out for the bowl when Clint passes it to him. He helps him sit up, tucking a couple pillows behind Tony’s back so he’s not leaning against the hard headboard.

“Where did you go this morning?” Tony asks. “Get some time in at the range?”

Clint glances in the corner where his bow and quiver are still hung on the wall but maybe Tony had been too tired to notice them still there. “Do you really think I would abandon you here to go shoot some arrows?” he asks, telling himself not to be offended when Tony is sick and has pretty much never had someone to take care of him like this.

Tony shrugs. “You weren’t here when I woke up.”

“Because I went to your classes, dumbass.” He pulls the notebook out of his backpack and passes it to his sick boyfriend.

“Oh,” Tony says softly, flipping the book open to glance over Clint’s notes. “You did that for me?”

Much to Clint’s horror, Tony’s eyes are filling with tears. Aw shit, he’s so bad with emotion. “Ya know, maybe now since I did that, you’ll get me those fancy arrows I’ve been wanting for Christmas,” he scrambles to say and then wants to hit himself as soon as he’s done.

Tony though just smiles at him like he understands the sentiment behind it and leans over to kiss Clint’s cheek. “Thank you,” he murmurs before sinking back into the pillows.

“Yuck, germs,” Clint says cheerfully but he’s happy enough to curl up next to Tony on the bed when his boyfriend pats the empty space next to him. “What are we watching?”

Apparently one of the Bourne films, which Clint can’t stand, but he knows Tony loves him so he gamely turns down his hearing aids so that he doesn’t have to listen to the movie and instead puts his focus on cuddling Tony. He’ll probably get sick in a couple of days but Tony’s more important than worrying about a couple of germs.

[zuffer-weird-girl]

What if kai’s s/o goes to have tea with her friends and Kai sends someone to watch them from afar and they start talking about their marriage and kai’s s/o is just gushing over him and her friends are like he can’t be that great so she calls him and tells him it’s an emergency and then she’s like see I told you he is perfect

Me. That would be me. I already gush about him with my friends.

"Pleaaaase! I don't see then since the high school!" You almost whined to your husband as he only furrowed his eyebrows together.

"They are disorganized clearly. Wanting suddenly your presence for exactly tonight."

You winced at that. You knew how your husband was a very organized and perfectionist person, so things planned out of the sudden left him boiling in rage, especially when he was involved.

And your friends didn't helped much your case when he wanted to spend this night with you as well...

He growled while sitting down on the bed, you following and standing right in front of him.

"Kai they are always busy, so maybe this was a opportunity for them..." you tried in a gentle tone, only receiving a displease glare of his that clearly said 'do I look like I care?'

You sighed while rubbing the back of your neck. Thinking on something that could ease his mind a bit.

Your eyes locked with the bathroom that you just went out off a few minutes ago from a shower.

Perfect.

"Kai~" You cooed, not bothering with his glare and setting yourself on his side. "It will not take much longer I promise."

He rolled his eyes at that, resting his head on his hand as a sigh escaped his clothed lips.

You pouted before nestling your head in the crook of his neck, smirking at the way his mjscle tensed at the contact but yet no.hives appeared on his skin.

"Please? I swear I will come back as early as I can, and I will be all yours tomorrow and for the rest of the night." You brushed your lips against his skin, smirking at feeling his shiver but he insisted on that stoic face of his.

You didn't mind it. After all it was hot as fuck.

"Not that I am not yours every day anyway.." you purred close to his ear, him grunting at that "I." You kissed close to his ear "belong." Then his covered cheek bone "to you. Always."

You yelped at the sudden grasp on you, pullimg your frame straight to his lap as he took off his mask.

Chisaki scoffed, but his eyes were exactly like a hunter would look at his prey.

"You better control your words." He growled before resting his hands on your thighs "Angel of mine."

You hummed before getting close to him, looking at him with now puppy eyes as you embraced his neck.

He sighed in annoyance at that before slapping your butt, grinning at your yelp.

"Be here before ten or eleven. Or else I won't hesitate on a punishment."

"Oh I like the sound of that~!" Another slap which this time you giggled on his neck.

"Kinky little shit angel." He growled in false disaproval.

~

He waited the exact moment you left the door before he demanded Mimic and Chrono's presence. Pointing at the exit you just went out.

"Make sure she doesn't get hurt and I want all the details of those sick 'friends'. Don't let them to see you."

"Yes Overhaul."

"Sure thing boss."

These two are not even fazed anymore...

~

"OH MY GOSH COME HERE!" your friends yelled in union while you laughed, accepting their hugs and greetings.

"We don't see you in AGES!" One of them exclaimed as soon as she sitted down.

"Sorry! Busy life and all that shit!" You laughed at their mockery gasps while the oldest of the group called the waiter.

Neither of you aware of Chrono and Mimic not much away.

"One of them had in total 14 boyfriends apparently." Mimic whistled at looking at the folders as he wiped his teeth with a toothpick whiel Chrono taked his drink.

"Bad influence in Overhaul's opinion." He said while looking at his cellphone.

"Guys you won't believe, but my boyfriend just asked for my hand last week!" Some of the table screamed in joy while the other half clapped their hands.

"Congrats!"

"Thank you! He payed a lot for this ring! But is so beautiful, look!"

You all awed at how beautiful the tring in her hand looked.

"Pff, going to marry just to be stuck." One friend of yours scoffed in your side as she took a bite on her snack "Take (Y/n)-chan as example."

"Oh sure! (Y/n)-chan?" You hummed, still with the straw of your cold deink in your mouth. "How is marriage going? Your husband is the affectionateor cold type?"

"Cold? The man is from the freaking yakusa as I know by far! He is SCARY and COLD!"

You arched a eyebrow at that one before placing your drink down.

Mimic and Chrono perked their ears up immediately as Chrono silently dialogue Chisaki's number.

"What is-" Chisaki's blood boiled at beating both shushes of his commurates.

How dare they?

"This is your chick talking about ya Overhaul, might be interested."

That shutted him up...

"Answering you guys question, marrying my husband was the best decision of all of my life!" You exclaimed while some rolled their eyes and others awed.

"Please, is not like your husband can listen us! Spill the goods!"

"What isn't good about him?" You sighed dreamily "He is just, heck, the definition of perfection. I mean, not only he is a gentle almost all of the time but also has the body of a greek god!"

Chrono and Mimic muffled their snicker, thankfully not seing the faint blush forming on Chisaki's face and ears.

"Aham... But, like, marriage isn't always sunshine and rainbows, my husband is sometimes a little shit who can't even fry a egg! And daress to answer me on a argument even!"

"Yeah (Y/n), I think you just drolling on that husband of yours way too much. I mean c'mon... he can't be that great, everyone has flaws. And really? Greek god? Now you went overboard."

Chrono had to hold back Mimic at that one, preventing him to snao the woman's neck for 'InSUltIng ThE BoSS Of ThE YaKUSa LiKE ThAT'.

"Mimic set down. (Y/n) might see you two with a that fuss." Chisaki growled on the phone.

"I... I beg you pardon?" The three man arched their eyebrows at the sudden drastic change of your voice.

The cherry and full of joy sound of your voice had gotten into a cold, offended and threatening one... a very much similiar with Overhaul's himself...

Chisaki thought the worst as he got up from his chair, clenching onto his cellphone.

"Chrono, Mimic. What happened?"

"No fucking idea."

"Then search to know." He growled before he mentally sighed at hearing your voice again.

"Would you all give me a few minutes? I need to prove apparently something."

You got up from your chair and passed through the tables... only to stop and took a few steps back only to spot Mimic and Chrono there. Cellphone hanging up.

"Fuck." Mimic cursed as Chrono sighed in defeat.

Instead of being angry or even uncomfortable with their presence you smiled at then, shocking both.

"Hi Irinaka and Kurono-kun!"

"Did you imbeciles just showed yourselves to her? I swear that when you two get back I will-" you asked with your at Chro o if you could pick up his cellphone which he merely nodded.

"Kai?"

He stiffed subsconciously at hearing your sweet voice.

"Angel." He greeted back monotonously, easing up a bit at hearing that sweet laugh.

"After years of dating with you sending bodyguatds all the time with me, is not now that I am going to be surprised by it."

"They did a despicable job apparently." He growled back as you giggled.

"Can you come over here? Is not far from home please?"

"Chrono and Mimic can bring you back, no need for me to pick you up (y/n)." He deadpanned before he heard your whines and pleas.

Shit, he could only imagine that face of your with those cursed puppy eyes.

"Pretty please?"

You beamed happily after a few seconds at heafing his irritated sigh and a grumble that he was on his way.

"You two can go back home and rest guys, please." You looked at both men who visibly relaxed at your words.

"We will still wait for you and Overhaul though (Y/n) not only is orders but-"

"Is late as fuck." Chrono glared at Mimic whose only shrugged.

Not even a few minutes later Chisaki engered the place, black mask on his face as he scanmed the area with a stoic and disgusted look.

"Kai!" You went towards him and gave him the most dumb in lovs smile that he ever saw, he blinked before sighing out loud.

"Had enough?" He crossed his arms while opening his eyes to stare you down.

"Actually there is just this one thing, can you follow me please?" You pleaded while he groaned but attempted to your wish.

Your friends tilted their heads whils other seemed like their eyes were going to pop out of their heads. You smirked devilish at that but remained with your sweet voice and expression.

"Ladies. This is the man whose I had pride to call my husband!" You showed him with your palm "The young leader of the Shie Hassaikai."

Some gagged while others ttied to form words as their jaws hanged open.

You giggled at their expressions and your husband confused as heck one.

"What did I told you? Wha did I told you all?!" You exclaimed while dramatically waving yojr hands towards Chisaki, giving enfasis on his whole appearance.

"MY HUSBAND IS THE HANDSOMEST GOODEST LOOKING OUT THERE BITCHES! BE JEALOUS BECAUSE THIS WHOLE PACKAGE IS MINE!" you laughed maniacally, and if it wasn't for all of your years of knowing Chisaki, you could never tell he was dying inside as the point if his ears were bloody red.

"(Y/N)..." he groaned in irritation while bringing a hand to his face, to hide his blush or to ease his headache you couldn't know.

"Look at those arms and chest! Strong and so powerful! His hair is so soft and perfect and by god THOSE EYES!" you yelped and blushed crinsom red as your husband just picked you up in bridal style, sucefully shutting you up.

He glared daggers towards your friends before walking away without a word.

"TOLD YOU ALL HE WAS HUSBAND MATERIAL! SUCK IT!" you shouted before yelping with a giggle at the pinch he gave it to you.

"Shut your mouth." He growled while only putting you down after you two got out. "Explain."

"You're just too perfect and beautiful that it hurtssss" you whined before he flipped your forehead, smirk on his lips behind that cursed mask.

"Idiot angel, aren't you?"

[kachulein]

It's just Felix's voice is on another lvl and everytime his part comes in a song it's like "I knew it was gonna happen but I still feel attacked thank you" and ya I'd love to get some help in knowing who they are like, I recognize them most of the time but a guide to who's who wouldnt hurt mostly abt their personalities you know?

Oof I feel you so much with this. In the new album 아니 (Any) is my favourite song and I especially like Felix's part. His voice isn't as deep there but god, the tone of his voice is just so pretty?? It had me hooked from the start.🥺

And I'm really sorry for only answering this ask now, granted, I have to admit I felt very grumpy after tumblr deleted the whole guide I was working on but I finally finished the new, and definitely better/more organized one, so I hope this will be of help and that you'll enjoy reading through it~

A Guide to Stray Kids' Personalities

I'll put this under a cut as it got extremely long. :3

Bang Chan:

Chan is literally the biggest sweetheart and I keep referring to him as 'emotional support kpop boy'

he is so kind and caring - I mean he even hosts a weekly vlive broadcast to help stays fall asleep, he really cares about us/our problems and truly wants to help us feel better with his music and his words

truly does not have one bad bone in his body- he's super sweet and caring but when it comes down to business -music- he gets strict, maybe a little cold? but that's just because he wants everyone to do their best

he used to be (too) strict with Felix in the past but that was because he had a special bond with him/he liked him so much, so I assume he's the type of person who wants to see his loved ones succeed and do their best and so he might end up being a little too strict to them since he wants them to improve

he used to get more angry at the members when something didn't work out in the past but nowadays, he rarely loses his temper and he tries to stay away from them when he's really angry - he doesn't want to hurt anyone's feelings

he actually really likes acting cute!! he used to be the youngest member at jype and he used to hang out with older peers, so he got a habit of acting cute and giving hugs to others and now he does it to the members, haha so precious

he gets super shy and flustered when he's being complimented - he starts giggling and looking down, it's literally the most precious and he deserves to know how amazing he is because he truly is so humble

his humble self is what makes him a great leader as well since he's never greedy or selfish and always puts the members before himself - the members are his top priority and he definitely sacrifices some things for the team

but he also said he can't talk about himself well or he gets nervous when he's got a schedule by himself (like when he recorded his dance cover of 2pm's my house), so he really seems like someone who gains strength and confidence from having his team around him

he's very selfless and very supportive and encouraging but he can also be very funny and teasing

he's very genuine, sincere and nice and he's got an extremely strong sense of responsibility (vvv good trait for a leader ofc), he may seem a bit scary at first/in the past but the more you learn about him the more amazing you will find him and the more you will fall in love with him tbh

in general he's honestly top notch boyfriend material and also just a very wholesome and high quality human being

he also likes to lead and set the mood, he enjoys entertaining others and making them feel satisfied - he hopes that everyone can be happy, he wants to make people happy and then he will be happy, too

and ofc we can't forget how talented he is, music production/composition, making arrangements, writing lyrics, translating lyrics, speaking multiple languages, beautiful singing voice, amazing dancer (he's actually done ballet in the past), and also a great rapper

like tbh, what can't he do??? but believe me when I say, we're going to be asking ourselves this question quite a few times in this post

Minho:

Minho is the definition of a tsundere personality - even the members said so - at first glance you may notice that he can be quite savage and funny and maybe there's even a chance that he seems cold to some-

however, he's truly a sweet person and has a very warm heart and he selflessly cares about others without trying to make a big deal out of it - like, he'd never boast about helping others or doing someone a favour, he's the type to quietly take care of others

he doesn't like admitting to it but he truly cares a lot despite acting nonchalant most of the time - like one time Changbin asked him to get him something,,, and he shrugged it off as "nah dude, I'm not getting this for you" but he kept searching for it for 30 minutes when he couldn't find it - so that really shows it all (Changbin that dork asked Hyunjin to get it for him and then when Minho finally came back and said he couldn't find it, Changbin was like "oh shit sorry, I already asked Hyunjin to bring it to me." 🤦🏻‍♀️ #justiceforminho)

anyway, I don't want people to view him as just a pretty face who's an amazing dancer and a savage guy because he's soooooo much more than that, like there's a lot more to him below the surface -

DID YOU KNOW HE MAKES THREADED BRACELETS IN HIS FREE TIME??? THAT'S THE ABSOLUTE SOFTEST THING EVER BUT ALSO WHAT CAN'T HE DO??? SO MUCH TALENT IN ONE PERSON- (he wore one in his recent solo live and he said he made 7 in total and gave some to others, I wonder if some of the other members got one since I saw Hyunjin wearing a bracelet like that-)

he's a cat person which I love but he also resembles a cat so much?? a true kitty boy- he's very independent and self-reliant, he used to live by himself (I read that once), so he knows how to get around

he also enjoys things such as the smell of gasoline/gas stations or the smell of new buildings or even the smell of cat paws??? it's really odd but also really funny and his reason for it is that smells leave behind memories and I think that makes so much sense then-

he cares a lot about the wellbeing of animals and people and he even sponsors a child in Africa through UNICEF - my heart melted when I found out about that, he also can be seen wearing safety pins on multiple occasions and that just makes me feel like you'd be very safe with him

he can be a bit of an enigma though, even the members think he's "weird"/hard to understand as even they don't fully get him but I think that's his charm! he's not like everybody and he doesn't shy away from being himself

also, he never makes the younger members do stuff for him, on the dance team(s?) he was on predebut, he always used to be one of the youngest members so he said he never learned how to treat people younger than him (he's also an only child), so he's just comfortable with the younger skz members and I feel like they really appreciate it since it makes them feel as if they're all the same age

he also reads a lot and he's said that he reads many self-help books so that he can gain knowledge and help stays out there/convey the message of these books to them

with Minho it's really about the little things, he doesn't make grand gestures and that's why I think some people may overlook his kind and caring nature but if you really look closely, you can see it and it'll warm your heart

He's also very diligent and hardworking, albeit he seems to be someone who gets bored here and there ("I work out to kill time") he really has his goals and ambitions and he works hard for them.

His dancing is freaking amazing (@ jype pls he is a main dancer why is he rarely in center spot????) and his vocals and rapping have improved tremendously! He's got such a beautiful and angelic falsetto tbh you will fall in love with it-

So all in all, you can totally appreciate him for his wit and his savage comments but honestly, his kind and caring heart is what really made him my bias wrecker. I truly believe that he's a very caring and protective person and I find that so beautiful.

Changbin:

Changbinnie oh god, I have so much love for him and I can relate to him a lot. First of all, he always makes sure to be a good listener, so others tend to go to him with their concerns and he tries to take everything in that they say and then give them comfort

he cares a lot about other people's feelings and he puts a lot of importance on his relationships with other people - he wants others to feel comfortable around him and he is very thankful that the younger members also feel comfortable around him

he's a very honest person and doesn't pretend or fake anything, however, if his truth/his feelings would hurt someone else's feelings, he's not going to be honest. That doesn't mean that he's going to lie but he just cares a lot about not hurting other's feelings.

he said even if someone else's feelings are just a little bit hurt, it drives him crazy and he also said that he might be like that since he's sensitive and gets hurts by others easily (this is all so relatable😭)

anyway, Changbin is known for liking to joke around and also is one of the member who get teased by the others a lot, but fear not, he said that he actually enjoys when others tease him because that means they're comfortable with him and that makes him happy

how precious is that omg-

he makes jokes a lot but he is serious when he needs to be, he tends to be more fun around others/with others but is more serious when he's on his own, that's why he actually prefers to be around friends since it helps him forget about his own concerns

I guess he'd be an overthinker and to stop himself from overthinking he spends time playing around with the other members but in a way, I also feel a bit worried since he doesn't open up a lot and I hope he doesn't bottle up his feelings too much since I know how difficult that can be :c

on another note, Changbin is very focused on his health, he apparently works out every morning even when he's tired, he also cares about healthy nutrition and he takes supplements so that he can be healthier

apart from wanting others to feel comfortable around him, he also wants to be seen as a reliable person and it feels good to him when he can help someone/give them comfort

he's truly such a sweetheart and despite seeming so confident, I always feel like he might harbour a lot of insecurities underneath - but that's just my personal opinion, so take that with a grain of salt

the members also said he's the scariest when he gets mad but the sweet thing is that he always apologises to everyone after getting mad

even if he didn't get mad at everyone, he still apologises to them all, and it just shows what a good heart he's got-

and pls can we also talk about how talented he is as a producer, composer, lyricist, main rapper, and vocalist?? His voice is so beautiful and I hope he gets more confident in it and tbh he's also a really good dancer, so I hope he can get praised for his dancing more often as well (before he became a rapper he actually tried out dancing first)

so in conclusion WHAT CAN'T HE DO AND CHANGBIN BEST BOI GIVE HIM LOTS OF LOVE

Hyunjin:

"sexy boy" Hyunjinnie here is actually so much more than just a pretty face with great body proportions and amazing and sexy dance moves/skills

Hyunjin is the biggest soft boy, he's truly a sentimentalist - he gets hurt easily, Seungmin compared him to a snowflake that breaks when it touches the ground

he first thought of himself as mentally strong since that's what helps him overcome all the difficulties but later on (in that video) he felt like he was more mentally weak

he cares a lot about other people's opinion of him and it's really hard for him to ignore hate comments, he gets really sensitive about those (pls for the love of god, what a**holes are sending this precious angel hate?!?!?!?! I WANNA FITE (ง'̀-'́)ง)

with that being said, he's a very emotional boy, he tries to control his emotions or hold them in but he gets influenced by them quite often

he's also very honest with his feelings, so when he expresses them and when he breaks down, they all just burst out of him and he ends up spilling everything he's held in for a while

he doesn't really express his emotions skillfully (don't @ me, Changbin said that) so that can make you feel a bit sorry for him or it can make you feel like you want to take care of him because he's so innocent, naive and trusts easily

like really, he is, he almost got abducted by a cult once- SOMEONE PROTECT HIM PLS-

he also gets immersed in things very easily and boi do I feel him on this one; especially when he watches dramas, he gets so immersed and feels like he's living through the drama as if it happened to himself, he puts himself in the shoes of the male/female main character and the storyline just affects him so much that he often ends up crying (same same😭)

it also happens when he reads webtoons or so, he's also a huge fan of reading - ever since an acquaintance recommended him some books when he was going through a hard time and those books comforted him in a way that words never could - that was the start of his interest in reading

from the outside, we also know him as a bit of a drama queen which actually makes for so many hilarious moments - this impulsive/emotional side of him is just so authentic and he said that there's no side of him that he hasn't shown to stays

he can also be quite critical tbh and he's got his own standards for his likes and dislikes, so when something doesn't meet his standards he breaks down akdksksoals but when there's something he doesn't want to do or thinks doesn't serve him, he's got no problem cutting it off

despite that, he can actually get swayed by other people quite easily (hence, him being trusting and naive), when others make suggestions, he often agrees to them but that doesn't mean that he doesn't have his own opinions whatsoever, because he does have those as well

it's just easy to sway/persuade him, even when it comes to things like shopping - he rarely goes shopping tbh, despite dressing so well - but when he does, then he'll go get the things he finds pretty but when someone points something out and says "that's pretty" he'll buy it (so in conclusion, I really wanna go shopping with him now)

so yeah, Hyunjin is amazing and he's so compassionate and emotional and empathetic and I love him so much wtf and he's so hardworking and talented and his dancing is so amazing and his rapping has become so damn good, like his voice is loud and stable like good job baby🥺, I'm so proud of you🥺, and his singing voice is so soft and lovely, and he's also great at taking pictures- and aaaah seriously what can't he do??? he is a full package imo and you cannot escape his charms even if you try-

Jisung:

okay so Jisungie is seriously such a precious and shy bean and you don't really see this at first glance because he's so sociable, outgoing and cheerful when he's with the members

but that's the thing: he's close to them and they make him feel comfortable and confident, so he feels at ease and can show a more talkative side of himself - he's even the one who usually leads the conversation

he's extremely funny, has a lot of wit, is great at doing acrostic poems and in general, he's just such a creative person with many amazing ideas - some may call him a genius😌

but coming back to that shy side of his; he's actually a very introverted person; he doesn't like to leave the house and and hates moving in general - Jisung in bed is Jisung in his natural habitat tbh

on days off he prefers to stay indoors, lay in bed, and just watch youtube videos or tv shows or something - he doesn't like to go out or do outdoor activities and his eyes are always glued to the phone (relatable)

even when he's eating with the members he's having his earbuds in and watches something on his phone and then he gets really creative and uses all kinds of things to mount his phone (again, so relatable hhhh)

his routine is something like watching youtube videos/cartoons etc., falling asleep, waking up, spacing out and then repeating the whole process-

he sleeps really well and he can actually fall asleep in the weirdest places, it really shows how he can fall asleep everywhere but maybe he also seeks special hideouts to nap because he doesn't like being woken up and if the members can't see/find him, they also can't wake him... you get it hahaha~

Chan thought that maybe Jisung watches all these things on his phone as a way to escape reality and to relieve stress but Jisung also said that he gets a lot of inspiration from cartoons and videos to write lyrics - due to watching all these videos he actually harbours a lot of random trivia knowledge, which fits the genius description~

however, despite this outgoing side when he's with his close friends, he actually gets scared easily, may it be heights or dark places or meeting new people - protect him omg - especially with strangers he's extremely shy -> the introvert showing

he actually doesn't talk at all when he has to meet new people, he gets very nervous and awkward and scared - when they're at music shows and there's a lot of people around, he gets very nervous - he said he's never been good at making friends and he only keeps a few close friends

when he gets close to people, however, he becomes extremely talkative with no limit, he's also very affectionate and warm-hearted, his sentimental, soft and dreamy side really coming through

so basically, he's very cheerful on the outside but thoughtful on the inside - he's actually very mature despite the goofy and silly/playful side he usually shows us -> Changbin once said that Jisung feels like an older brother to him because of how mature he is, he really is a deep thinker and I guess that's also a reason why he's so amazing at writing songs

Jisung also got something we're all envious of; he can eat lots of unhealthy things without gaining weight - he loves sweet things (but also chips) and he frequently eats late night snacks and luckily for him, his face rarely puffs up despite those late night snacks, there's only been a few occasions during which that happened (and I think I got a picture of one of these instances hahahaha he really looks different with a puffy face, so cute!!!🥺😂)

he's also just such an adorable person and it's so soft and cute and fun to watch him get excited and he absolutely loves to receive praise and he's just such a baby boy tbh :(( jisung protection squad where ya at?? and well, of course, we can't end this without talking about his endless list of talents like WHAT CAN'T THIS MAN DO??? producing songs, composing, writing lyrics, amazing rapping, amazing vocals, amazing dancing, drawing, voice imitations - he's seriously one of the most talented all-rounder out there and god I love him so much and you seriously can't escape his squirrel/quokka charms🥺

Felix:

if you need a definition or a personification of the word pure, it would be Felix, like seriously, this boy is so soft and precious we need to protect him at all costs

he's literally so nice, so sweet, so kind and so creative - he's often referred to as the "romanticist" in stray kids and yeah that really fits because you know what? he once surprised Seungmin for his birthday in the cutest way. He called him on his birthday and asked him for help (as an excuse) and when Seungmin came down, Felix was there with a birthday cake with Seungmin's nickname on it - he basically organized this little surprise and Seungmin tried so hard not to cry🥺🥺🥺

Felix is so considerate and cares a lot about the other members, he's usually more of a quiet person but when he feels comfortable around someone, he can get really talkative

but him not talking doesn't mean there's nothing going on inside of him - he's literally got so many thoughts running around in his mind and he's truly an overthinker - he talks to himself in his mind a lot

he also loves playing games and he can seriously go on playing until 6am, the members said that he is very good at concentrating (for example when he studies Korean) but especially also when he's playing games

Felix said that playing games is something that helps him relieve stress or it's what he does when he's tired - playing games is a distraction for him, so he can avoid thinking of whatever's troubling him

however, recently he wants to focus more on his concerns and worries, he thinks it's not something he should avoid, so now he tries to focus on these worries and talk about them/express them more since he thinks it's important to do so

something that's really cute about him but also worrisome is that he gets sleepy easily, especially after eating, so whenever they got dance practice, he tends not to eat in order to avoid getting sleepy :(

protect him pls and pls lixie don't avoid eating~ especially when having dance practice you need your energy and it's not good to have an empty stomach and fill it with coffee and sweet beverages instead of food :(

anyway, Felix is winsome and cute and an absolute cuddle buddy, he says he doesn't really know what it means to act cute but I suppose he's just naturally cute and adorable- I MEAN C'MON-

whenever Felix talks about serious matters, it's like he needs some sort of comfort afterwards so he requires a lot of cuddles (but the members said that after a while it gets too hot (I guess because of his body heat??) so it can be hard for them to cuddle him for long periods of time :'))

Felix is also known as our sunshine, he always wants to give a positive and happy impression to others/us stays even when he might be dealing with negative thoughts, it's too precious but I hope he also takes care of himself

but trying to be optimistic and think positively instead of letting the negative thoughts consume you is already a good start and I feel like Chan also helped him a lot with this, Chanlix best soulmates ever

Felix has high expectations (it seems) and he always wants to do better and do well, he's working hard on improving himself and it really shows!!

his singing voice improved so much (as well as his rapping!! and I mean H I S  V O I C E in general oof😭🥺) and his dancing is freaking amazing!! I hope he can become confident in himself because he deserves to be happy with the person he is since he's such a huge inspiration to so many of us!! SERIOUSLY WHAT CAN'T HE DO?? he shows us that we can achieve anything with practice and hard work and that's so inspiring PLS EVERYONE LOVE OUR FELIX SUNSHINE

Seungmin:

I think the first words that come to mind when thinking of Seungmin is how diligent and clean/organized he is. He was one of the only (if not THE only) trainee who never missed a day of writing his trainee logs

he's not just diligent but extremely hardworking overall and he describes himself as serious and a bit funny - he's got very strong willpower tbh

he may also be known for teasing the members, especially Jeongin, or for nagging when someone (looking at you, Jisung) leaves behind a mess at the dorm but he is truly a sweetheart and he doesn't mean any harm

and in turn, he's also one of the members who gets teased the most- when that happens he becomes upset but he recovers very quickly as he often thinks it's not worth getting mad over

like honestly, he is a puppy, he can't do no harm :< but yeah, Seungmin is actually extremely soft, emotional, empathetic and supportive!! I've been keeping an eye on him recently and whenever something happens to a member (on a variety show - for example when one member shows off something and embarrasses himself or so), he's always there to give them a hug, comforting them

he also always tries to cheer other members up when they feel down, then he may act silly or he does/say something that's supportive because he truly cares about the members and doesn't like seeing them in pain

he's also someone who cries very easily, showing how he's truly an emotional baby but don't be phased, he's actually very emotionally strong and it's something very admirable about him

he has God sent vocals, his dancing is amazing and omg have you heard rapper!Seungmin?? Tbh I dig it!! He strictly takes care of his voice since his vocals and recording songs is very important to him - he dresses warmly when it's cold, always wears a mask and tries not to get sick

he's also very good at taking photos and he always brings his camera to official schedules and takes photos of the members. SEUNGMIN BEST STRAY KIDS FANSITE!!!!!

if you ever hear a weird noise, especially something sounding like "GAAAH" or "DA", it's probably Seungmin. He's truly a puppy, he's so cute and adorable, I feel like he's the type of person you can't get mad at

he also manages himself well, from getting up early, to cooking food for himself if there's none, to taking care of his body and health - it's really admirable and he also practices his singing so diligently and it just s h o w s- he's so good

also, he actually wanted to become a baseball player when he was a kid and we're still waiting for him to show us how he plays-

but also!!! he is a very smart and logical person (he wanted to be a prosecutor if he wasn't in stray kids) so he's got both the logical and also the very loving, empathetic side since he's also very considerate of the members - he seems to be a really good listener to them, this is just a personal observation from watching two kids room episodes- and he's actually the only member who thinks before he speaks- THANK YOU SEUNGMING I LOVE WHEN PEOPLE DON'T JUST BLURT EVERYTHING OUT-

so really ???? WHAT CAN'T HE DO HE IS A FULL PACKAGE- and fun fact, he brushes his teeth around 6 times a day-

but anyway, Seungmin is the type of person who appreciates the small things in life and finds happiness through those. I really like that attitude and he's truly someone worth looking up to. Our multitalented dandy boy- you can only love him~

Jeongin:

Jeongin here may be the youngest - and granted he is absolutely cute and adorable no matter what he does - but he's actually also a very mature person and I feel like that can be overlooked since he's the youngest of the team

while it can be hard for him to share his struggles as there's no one else his age in skz, he's also generally a person who doesn't want to burden others with his hardships so he keeps a lot of stuff to himself (so relatable)

but recently his mom talked to him about him not sharing his feelings and he's trying to open up more and share a bit, when the other members ask him if it's been hard, he often bursts into tears - god, protect him pls

even though he doesn't talk or show that much there's these moments - one time he was eating with Hyunjin and just broke down in tears since it's been hard for him - I suppose he bottles stuff up and then it comes out all of a sudden

however, his mature side is still there and the members, especially Hyunjin or Chan really enjoy sharing their feelings with him

Jeongin is a really great listener, he doesn't try to give solutions, he just listens to the other person and then shares his own experiences - it's what makes him seem mature

though he also has a bit of a mature and even cold look, so usually the first impression he gives off is different from his actual self and he said he enjoys seeing how people get surprised when they get closer to him and learn about his true self

he's also extremely clumsy and causes trouble often - from breaking doors, to accidentally hurting members, to spilling stuff, he's a clumsy boi

and he's also really forgetful, he tends to forget when he orders something online and gets surprised when it suddenly arrives or he forgets where he put his belongings (like his airpods jajdjskdks) and then he just buys new ones and then loses them again after a few months- aish that boi-

but these things are also what makes him even more lovable, like yes, he definitely has a mature side about him but you just want to protect and take care of him when you see him, amiright???

the members also said (or more like Hyunjin said) that he doesn't know anyone who's kinder and nicer than Jeongin

and on top of that, he's also a very hardworking member and his dancing and his vocals have improved soooooo much, and I'm so so so proud of him, like his voice is so beautiful

and he's been getting into working out recently, so now he's also trying to take good care of his body and wow, he's been doing a really good job even the members commented on how his back/shoulders are becoming broader

all in all, Jeongin is the cute and adorable maknae of Stray Kids but he's also so much more than just the youngest member and he's got so many things going for him and he always pushes through even when it's hard and never gives up

it's truly admirable like what can't he do right????? pls show our cute baby lots of love uwu

[belladonnabear]

Katsuki Bakugou X Reader: Pool Party (LEMON) (+18)

Scenario: Momo is throwing a Pool Party at her parents house and everyone in Class 1-A is invited. Bakugou wasn't planning on going until he here's that you're going and that Kaminari was planning on asking you out at the party. Things escalate...

Warning! Content contains swearing and sexual content!

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"Hold still! Or I won't be able to finish up your toes!" Mina pouted.

"But it tickles!" you giggled.

The Class 3-A girls were having a relaxing time in Uraraka's dorm room on a Friday Evening. Tomorrow, they would have free time and go to Momo's place to have a pool party. So the girls were all getting gussied up for tomorrow.

"So well did you girls do today on the pop quiz?" Hagakure asked while finishing Tsuyu's fingers.

"Ugh! Don't remind me! Why does Aizawa-Sensei have to give us a stupid quiz right before the weekend! And homework on top of all of that!" Mina whined.

"I mean, you shouldn't be that surprised. It is Aizawa-Sensei after all." Jirou pointed out.

"But does he have to be such a drag all the time?" Mina frowned.

"I think I did pretty well on the test." Momo said while putting lotion on her legs.

"Deku was muttering the whole time afterwards. He really gets passionate when it comes to becoming a hero." Uraraka chimed in.

"You're always so observant when it comes to Midoriya." Hagakure teased.

"That's what happens apparently when you have a crush on someone." Tsuyu grinned.

"W-What?! I-I-It's n-n-not li-ike th-that!" Uraraka sputtered out.

"Surrre it isn't." you teased.

"You're one to talk! We know have a crush on one of the boys! You just won't tell us!" Hagakure accused.

"Pfft, not. None of the guys in our class are really boyfriend material to me!" you scoffed.

"We know you have a crush on someone missy! You should just tell us already!" Mina pointed her finger at you.

"No."

"How about a hint?" Jirou suggested.

"We promise to stop asking if you give us at least one hint! One good hint!" Momo clarified.

You stopped to think for a moment. It would stop the constant pestering that they've been doing for the last three months. You were stubborn and didn't budge to their demands. But even your patience was running thin with their insistence.

"Fine but you have to promise to never bring it up again!" you insisted.

The girls nodded as Uraraka added in. "But you have to give us an actual clue of who it is. You can't just say he's in our class or that he's brave. Give us a real hint!"

With a sigh, you rubbed the back of your head and stated. "His hair is a blonde color. That's all you need to know!"

"No way! Blonde hair?!"

"Eh? You can't be talking about Aoyama!"

"It's gotta be Kaminari! He's pretty friendly with you!"

"Yeah that's it!"

"Maybe it's Bakugou?"

"What did we just promise?" you grumbled.

~~

"Dude, you sure about it?" Sero asked.

"I'm tired of (Y/N) being oblivious to my feelings! Tomorrow I'm going to confess to her!" Kaminari confirmed.

In the common room, Sero and Kaminari were playing on their Nintendo's as Bakugou and Kirishima were in the kitchen getting a snack. Bakugou however got distracted when he heard Kaminari's declaration. That scrawny loser was going to confess to you tomorrow?! Like hell!

Bakugou didn't know how exactly it happened. One minute he was sparring with you in hand to hand combat and the next thing he knew you had pinned him down with that hot smirk of yours. It infuriated him. After class he demanded a rematch and he got his ass handed to him again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

Then after two years Katsuki began noticing you more. He had a huge crush on you and didn’t want to admit how turned on he was by you kicking his ass. Your no nonsense attitude had struck the hot head’s heart. He was attracted to you and tried to be subtle about it. Only Kirishima ever noticed it and he was sworn to secrecy. And by sworn to secrecy, Bakugou means he threatened to kill him.

But now perverted Pikachu was going to try and make his move on you? Like hell he would let you be with that third rate extra!

“So when are you going to confess?” Sero wondered.

“At Momo’s pool party tomorrow! Not only will she be there but I’ll get to see here in a hot swimsuit!” Kaminari gushed.

The bag of Kara Mucho that was in Bakugou’s hands exploded. Bits and pieces of the bag and chips scattered on the floor. Bakugou’s face looked like it was ignited in rage as he heard the sleazy comment from Kaminari. He wanted to punch Kaminari for saying nasty shit about his girl. 

What made it worse was when he was going to confess. Ponytail’s party was tomorrow! He wasn’t going to go originally and now he’s got to change his plans.

“Wooo! Nice one there Bakugou!” Sero cheered.

Kamnari and Sero snickered at the heroes explosion before turning away.

“Hey man, you okay? Your snack exploded.” Kirishima asked.

“Shut up! I’m absolutely fine!!” Bagou hollered and stormed out of the kitchen.

Kirishima followed his friend and shrugged. “If you say so.”

“Listen up shitty hair! That pool party tomorrow, we’re going!” Bakugou confirmed.

“Huh? But I thought you said going would be a waste of....ohhh. I get it now! You’re scared that Kaminari is going to sweep (Y/N) off her feet.” Kirishima teased.

“Like hell! I’m not worried about a damn thing! I just changed my mind is all!” Bakugou denied despite his cheeks fuming red.

Kirishima chuckled at his friend's obvious affection for their classmate. It’s not like Bakugou stares at her constantly, keeps asking to train with her so he could spend more time with her or helps her with her homework. Plus it was hilarious seeing the two of you banter constantly with each other. He was silently rooting for you two.

~~

The party at Momo’s was thriving as everyone from Class 3-A managed to come. Sato was grilling the lunch for everyone, they had who can breathe underwater the longest test to which Tsu won and currently the girls were sunbathing while the boys were playing an intense game of volleyball.

“C’mon Deku! You can do better than that, can’t ya?!” Bakugou taunted.

“Dude c’mon! Don’t use your quirk!” Sero shook his head.

“Deal with it scotch tape!” Bakugou yelled.

Sunbathing was so far your favorite part of this party. Not because you wanted a tan or anything. But because you had a perfect view of Bakugou’s shirtless body. He looked real good in those swim trunks. Like something out of Playgirl magazine. His tan muscles looked ripped at every movement he made, his biceps flexing whenever he was getting ready to hit the ball and that wild smirk that made you want to kiss his stupid face.

And you were doing it all while on the sideline with your sunglasses obscuring where your eyes were. Smooth.

“Hey there (Y/N)!”

A voice quickly brought you out of your ogling and you saw Kaminari look down at you with a friendly wave.

“Hey there, how you doing?” you asked while taking a sip of your ice tea casually. As if you weren’t just eyeing your crush like a horny pornstar.

“I’m doing pretty fine if I do say so myself. And can I just say, you’re totally rocking that bikini you have on! It really suits you!” Kaminari winked.

Your cheeks went slightly pink at his compliment. You were wearing (f/c) bikini that you had found while shopping with Mina and Hagakure. They both insisted that you get it and Mina mentioned how you could use it impress your crush.

“Oh, thank you.” you scratched the back of your head.

“So what are you doing here by yourself?” he asked.

Shit.

“Uh...I was thinking about getting a tan before summer’s over. And the girls were busy goofing off in the pool so I came here by myself.” you answered.

“So that’s why they’re so lonely.” Kaminari’s eyes lit up as he leaned in closer to you.

“Wait, what looks so lonely?” you looked baffled.

“Your lips. Would they like to meet mine?” he whispered as he leaned in closer to  your lips.

Before you could react, a loud slam met your ears and you saw Kaminari get flung back off your lounge chair. You briefly noted the smell of smoke before seeing what had happened to the boy. His back was to the ground, his face you couldn’t see at all. It was obstructed by a volleyball. A volleyball with smoke and ash around it.

“Bakugou! What the hell?!” Jirou scolded.

Your eyes locked onto Bakugou as you can see his chest heaving and his face twisted into something dark. You realized he had slammed the ball onto Kaminari and used his quirk in the process.

“Kaminari, you okay?” Ojiro asked as he pushed the pall off of the blonde’s face.

Kaminari gave him that look he makes when his quirk was overused and held out two thumbs up.

“Man Bakugou, your aim was waaay off on that one.” Kirishima tried to lighten the mood.

However, Bakugou stormed over to you and you felt your heart drop. What does he want with you? You had never seen him this intense before. Not even when the two of you train together. The ash blonde tossed you over his shoulder and walked off flipping everyone off. When he was gone, Kirishima tried not to laugh. Who would have thought Bakugou was going to whisk you off like prince?

Maybe not Prince Charming but a feral prince with temperamental issues.

~~

Bakugou had taken you all the way to his parent’s house. When you finally arrived inside, he slammed the door shut and looked at you with those fierce eyes. 

“Bakugou, what the hell happened-?” you began.

But then suddenly, your lips were covered by his. Your first kiss was taken by Bakugou, the man you were crushing on deeply. However, as quickly as that kiss came, he pulled away saying one word. 

“Strip.”

This was turning you on and he had only said one word. However, Bakugou didn’t like that you weren’t doing as you were told.

“Are you deaf? Strip!” Bakugou snapped.

You quickly took off your bikini top and then slowly removed your bottom cover as well. You’re completely naked, in front of the man you were crushing on. Bakugou picked up your swimsuit as he looked at you with lust shining in his eyes.

“Upstairs, first room on the right.” Bakugou ordered.

“But aren’t your parents-?” you started but was caught off when he smacked your ass. The sting somehow turned you on even more at Bakugou’s dominance.

“Upstairs princess.” he sharply said.

You were used to Bakugou’s loud rampaging orders but never this elite alpha like control he had over you. Slowly, you began walking up the stairs naked and thankfully, you never saw his parents. They must have been out of the house.

You eventually approached his room and entered. It smelled so good, just like him. Then a smoldering kiss draws you in, brandishing your lips with his. Bakugou takes charge of the situation. He began pushing you in the direction of his bed.  You gulped at the realization that he was going to do it with him. Your heart starts beating wildly. He settles himself between your legs and wraps them around his waist. You could his erection through his swim trunks as he begins nuzzling your neck. 

Your face flushed red. You couldn’t believe this was happening. You were going to have sex with Bakugou. 

“Call me Katsuki. It turns me on so much more.” Katsuki ordered.

Then he pushes him swim trunks off which left both of you bare naked.  Katsuki's own rough lips started to catch your lips, nibbling your lower lip, and he took over your mouth. On your mouth, he nipped and sucked. You ran your hands over his chest to his shoulders to wrap around his neck. Moans began escaping your mouth as you spread your legs some to accommodate him some more. 

Katsuki then proceeded to move downwards to your neck, sucking and nipping the skin until he reached your nipple. He stared at you with a look that made you wet below your core. You wanted him. He squeezed and pulled your nipples with his hands holding your breast as you whimpered beneath him. As he grasped the one breast in one hand, he licked and sucked the other breast's nipple, sending shivers down your back as you arched.

“Katsuki!” you moaned.

He shot you a smirk. Delighted at how you sound using his first name. 

“You enjoying yourself there (Y/N)? Sure seems like it. Moan louder for me!” he chuckled.

“You sure seem confident! For a virgin that is!” you shot back at him.

“You and I won’t be virgins for much longer!” Katsuki pointed out.

The hand started to trail between your breasts, your belly to rest on your pussy.

“Yes! There!”

You cry out as the two hands that encouraged you are now slowly and steadily moving in and out of you. It was then that your eyes saw something that made your arousal spike, Katsuki's erection rubbing against your thigh. As soon as you saw it, you reached for it and started stroking his hot length. He let out a heavy groan above you. He was all hard and thick. You rubbed the slit, as he began to grip your hips hard enough to bruise and pull you closer to hot blonde.

“Damn it (Y/N)!” Katsuki groaned from your ministrations.

He pulled his fingers out of you, making you whine from the empty feeling. You made eye contact with Katsuki and remained that way it while you took hold of his cock. With his erection in your hand, you began to guide it to your entrance. Slowly enticing the blonde.

"Do it Katsuki...please..."

However, he reared you up onto all fours, dragging your hips against his own. You felt the hardness forcing itself into your warmth in one sharp stroke of Katsuki’s hips. A loud moan escaped your mouth as he entered your virgin walls. He brought you up on all fours, though, dragging your breasts on his own. With one quick movement of Katsuki's shoulders, you felt the hardness drive itself into your heat. After reaching your virgin walls, a loud moan escaped your mouth.

“I’m going to claim your sweet ass.”

The way he pumped his dick into the best angle made your pussy spasm inside around his thick member. Katsuki leaned into your body, pushing you into his mattress, letting his hips go to work. His back muscles helped you release another long moan. Finding a pace that matched didn't take long for the two of you. The knees had a particular thrust low and lewd moaning as Katsuki smirked.

“That’s right baby, let me take real good care of you. No one’s going to make you feel as good as I do. Ain’t that right princess?” he leaned in bit your neck.

You couldn’t even shoot out a sarcastic response. Each thrust had you seeing black, and they were coming quicker every time. Your body was working with a soft shimmy. Your hips down his cock to suck him out of his rich seed as he slammed back in. In reply, he gave a sharp grunt. Now are so close. Your cunt pulsated wonderfully around the cock of Katsuki, making waves through your body of pleasure.

“I’m…so close…so close!” you cried out.

“Say my name!”  he demanded.

“K-Katsuki!” you shouted.

You whined as he smacked your ass and to your dread, started moving slower. 

“Louder!” he ordered.

“Katsuki!!” you hollered.

“Keep saying my name!” he growled.

He kept thrusting into your heat with that. Katsuki started to slide his hand on the bed to brace himself while the other dropped down to your clit to taunt you gently. Of response, your legs shuddered, buckling back to bed. His thrusts quickened, constantly filling you. His dick's tip felt like rubbing your cervix, even prodding. The sensation caused your hips to move with a gentle mewl of your lips against him.

Your body shaking absolutely under his hand made sure he had it almost. Your walls pulled you over as your hot channel was packed with his thick sperm. The internal tightening as you hit your climax bringing it across the edge. To stop him from being too loud, Katsuki bit at your side. He kept thrusting into you until there was no fall left, and you were mewling more with the overstimulation. He finally pulled out and collapsed on top of you, panting as heavily as you were, lying down there until your breathing stopped.

“You came first.” you teased.

He swatted your behind to which made you giggle. 

“Shit! I forgot to use a condom!” he growled.

“I’m on the pill. Don’t worry about it.” you turned around slowly wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. Katsuki leaned in and you both kissed each other. Further cementing your feelings for each other.

“Tomorrow, we’re going out on a date.” Katsuki he stated.

“Whatever you want Lord Explosion Murder.” you purred.

Everyone figured out who your crush was the next day.

~~

Bonus:

"HEY YOU LITTLE SHIT! WHY DIDN'T YOU COOK DINNER FOR US LIKE YOU WERE SUPPOSED-?!" A woman's voice boomed.

You blushed heavily and quickly covered yourself with Katsuki's blanket. While the naked blonde was red all over. His mom just saw her son naked in bed with one of his friends.

"YOU OLD HAG! GET OUT OF HERE OR DIE!"

"TREAT ME WITH SOME RESPECT! I BROUGHT YOU INTO THIS WORLD AND I CAN TAKE YOU OUT OF IT!" Mitsuki threw a shoe at his face.

You began laughing hysterically as the two began bickering. Mitsuki not even caring that you were naked.

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Dirty Linen

The request:

Author’s Notes | I just couldn’t resist the joke! Universe | Vikings Pairing | Ivar x Reader Info | Modern AU, requested by anon for 5CW7 Words | 1453 ⁑ Warnings: Cursing a lot.

"Stupid fucking automatic gods damn shit!"

You could bet the clang you listened after all those beautiful sweet words was the sound of something metallic hitting one of the laundry machines, full strength. Hard to believe, but someone was having a day worse than yours...

"Give back my clothes, you cursed piece of trash!" you heard some more sweet words and looked at the second corridor beside yours where a blue-eyed man was fighting with his machine, furious with the thing that apparently ate his clothes.

"Not wanting to remember you that song that will fucking glue in your mind for the rest of the day, but... It is easier if you 'toss a coin to your witcher', ya know?" you said, pointing the hole where he was supposed to put the coins so the machine would wash and open to give back his clean clothes; your index poking beside the hole causing his frowned face to twist looking at you with an ironic smile.

"Don't you think I've tried this tactic before trying to dismember this shit into tiny little pieces?" he answered, debauched.

And you giggled, causing his furious eyes to turn towards you.

"Look, I don't know who the fuck is you but if you came here to mock me, you can go back through the way you came!"

"Calm down," you said, raising your hands and smiling at him. "I just want to help. Sorry. It's just that's funny to see such a handsome man with a mouth so dirty."

Somehow, you got his weak spot: the "handsome" word in your sentence got him unprepared and you had the moment you wanted to calm things down for him.

"I'm Y/N," you said, offering your hand and noticing he took his out of a crutch to shake yours.

"I'm Ivar," he answered, straightening the crutches you were sure were the metallic thing he used to hit the machine before. "And this shit ate my clothes for the third cycle of washing!"

"Oh, I can see... You got the temperamental one," you said, smiling at him and touching the machine he chose, "Lemme see..."

Three or four buttons and two little punches and you got the thing on centrifugation once again - the last cycle before it would deliver his clothes dry.

"Done!" you smiled "Now you only have to wait until it ends and then I'll open it for you. This one is kinda messy and I bet the owner reprogramed it to suck some more money from our pockets. Always choose the ones from the left. They are the newest ones and will give you fewer troubles," you winked at him, listening to the sound of your machine stopping.

"I think I have time for a coffee," Ivar threw, causing you to smile.

"I have time for five if you want... There is a lot of this shit for me today," you said, kinda accepting his implicit invitation while filling the second basket of clothes of the five you had to wash.

The number of things you were washing - and of course, the presence of some obvious masculine outfits among the clothes you were picking up - tickled Ivar's curiosity and he didn't hold back his tongue.

"Family's laundry day or did you lost a bet?" he tried to be playful.

And you smiled at him. You wish it was.

"Cheating bastard," you said raising one of your ex-boyfriend's shorts. "And his naked bitch," you raised his lover's bra, showing it to Ivar before tossing everything into the washing machine for the third basket of your day.

Ivar's face frowned into a funny expression and you couldn't avoid thinking his expressivity was very captivating.

"I don't understand..." he said and you smiled.

"Bring me that coffee you promised and I'll have plenty of time to explain," you joked, touching the other two baskets you still had to wash.

Ivar nodded, smiling, and ordered two coffees for you and him at the Starbucks on the other side of the street, sitting by your side and placing his crutches beside him before sipping from his coffee, seeming to be comfortably waiting for you to start.

"Well, I made a trip to work," you started from what you thought was the beginning, "I'm a photographer and I received an amazing proposal to make some pics for a famous series. Promo material, full package. It paid me a small fortune! But the package wasn't including any companion so I would have to go alone and spend a month working before I would be able to come back."

"Uh," Ivar mumbled, fully interested.

Something you had to admit you weren't that used to seeing: your ex-boyfriend had that same expression, but his tone was bored and he was never really paying that much of attention in whatever you were saying.

If he was, maybe he had listened to you when you called him warning you would be home earlier than the expected...

"The fact is that I'm good at what I do. And my work was done a week earlier than what we planned, which gave me a small bonus and free pass to come home sooner than what we were expecting."

Ivar's expression changed as if he already knew what was to come.

"Lemme guess: the bastard thought your apartment could become a whorehouse while you were away?" he asked, and you giggled.

It was funny to hear a man that wasn't somehow supporting the sick bastard you called a boyfriend.

"Bullseye, handsome,” you said, smiling at him. "The bastard thought my bed was a good place for dogs to mate and when I came home, he was still fucking the bitch of the time. Over my sheets! I wanna burn that mattress so bad!" you sighed.

It was a good mattress. But how many chicks that bastard had seeded over it when you weren't there to stop him?

"Then burn it, girl," Ivar said, sipping from his coffee. "But kill my curiosity: why are you here washing their clothes after this?"

"Oh, I decided they were mine like every other thing inside that apartment I bought with my money. And since he used it at his own pleasure, I thought his belongings would be a good payment for the rent of the motel room..."

Ivar almost choked with his coffee, laughing through his nose trying not to burst and spit everything.

"You think this is funny? You should have seen his face, covering his dick with both of his hands with that white ass exposed in the middle of the street and nothing but the shoes he didn't have taken off to fuck the bitch," you remembered. "Oh, that was a hell of a scene!"

"Wait, you've thrown both of them naked outside??" Ivar asked and this time he burst in laughs when you nodded, confirming the scene his imagination was trying to portrait. "Fuck! That was something I would like to have seen. Gods, woman, you're amazing!"

"Yeah, but now this amazing woman has a whole wardrobe to wash and donate and a mattress to sell. I guess I'll be sleeping on my couch until I find a way to get rid of all those DNA samples..." you mourned.

And with the sound of his machine ending the cycle, Ivar finished his coffee, getting up with his crutches to walk towards the machine.

A smile in his face.

"I have a big backyard... I think it would be nice to make a fire pit tonight. Wanna come?" he joked.

And you smiled.

"Trying to find a way to see me again and keep me around to open your machines, handsome?" you entered his joke, approaching to help him with the door of the washing machine that opened easily to your touch.

"Perhaps," Ivar answered, with a smile locked in the corner of his mouth you thought was the most charming thing you ever saw in a man's face.

"I think you earned your machine operator... But only if you can warrant me there will be a good coffee for us to share," you joked, negotiating.

And Ivar smiled looking at you.

You were really his kind of girl... And that smile of his was the kind of smile to make you fall like a leaf in Autumn.

"I bring the coffee; you bring the mattress. Tonight, at eight," he settled with a fun tone.

"It sounds like a first date for me," you smiled, feeling when he touched the tip of your nose before picking up his basket with his clothes.

"Perhaps..." he said again, leaving you with the sensation something very good was about to happen in your life.

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date(s): 6 september - 23 september 2020 mentions of: charm (very brief but i thought it was fun to mention), @fmdsamsoo​ word count: +/- 1850 (minus lyrics) warnings: jaewon being gay tw details: fmdos2, the creative process behind reply, basically jaewon is really fucking gay, that’s the solo. i could’ve split this up into two solo’s probably but i like to have the whole creative process in one place plus i need to write about his performance still anyway. 

a part of jaewon still had a hard time puzzling together that somehow, someway he had actually managed to secure the first place last round. it was nice of course, alarm was an incredibly personal song to him and he didn’t know how his already brittle self-esteem would’ve taken the blow had he ended up in the bottom ranks but as nice as it was, it was still unexpected.

there was, however, no time to perfectly puzzle out how exactly he felt about the result, the bliss short-lived as he found himself back in the studio’s of dimensions entertainment mere days after, ready to do the whole circus all over again only this time with a much, much harder mission. colors were a vague concept to write a song around after all and a part of jaewon felt back in high school all over again, the familiar anxiety of receiving a very unspecific task that somehow had to fulfill the criteria set that were completely unknown to him. he didn’t like that gnawing in the back of his mind, having to second guess if maybe, he was interpreting this in a way that wasn’t expected of him.

if anything, jaewon felt lucky that he didn’t have to tackle the task alone (even if it still felt a bit like cheating) finding himself back in the studio with the same producer from before. jaewon kind of felt for the man, seemingly assigned to deal with him for however long his run on the show was gonna be.

“look who we have there, if it isn’t our big winner.” the producer greeted him enthusiastically and jaewon received the compliment with a hint of a blush and a quick bow of his head. “ah, thank you, but please the credit is just as much yours as it’s mine hyung, i couldn’t have pulled it off without your help.”

the man just shook his head. “always with the humility, enjoy a nice thing for once buddy, you’ve earned it.” he turned to the computer in front of him. “unfortunately, i don’t think we have much more time for pleasantries and celebrations, we’re short on time as always so what are you looking for?”

and that was the million dollar question wasn’t it. what was jaewon looking for? the color white, apparently. and someone in direct contrast with his last song. those two together meant something far out of his comfort zone. but truly, that wasn’t as telling as one would assume it was. truth be told, jaewon’s comfort zone was very small (both in terms of music and well… in general). most things were outside of his comfort zone.

“okay… so… remember what we did last time?” jaewon asked, more rethorical than anything yet still waiting for the producer to confirm with a nod. “forget all of that, we’re completely abandoning that. i need a complete 180.”

the look the producer shot him was one of mild despair and mentally, jaewon noted that after all of this was over, he owed the man much, much more than just a meal to thank him for all his efforts.

“i need something that doesn’t sound like anything i’ve ever done before. not by myself, not with my collaborations, not with unity, not even with champion. something people would never associate with me.” he elaborated further and the more he spoke, the more the other man seemed to form an idea.

“okay, that i can do. but tell me jaewon, do you think you can wave the brooding angsty vibe goodbye for one song?” it would’ve felt like a dig if well… the question wasn’t so valid. jaewon’s whole image was created around being dark and mysterious with a bit of a sexier push from dimensions. he could show up with a song completely different from that, but could he pull it off?

“yeah, yeah i can.”

when jaewon left the studio, it was with an instrumental filled with light-hearted, bouncing piano chords woven together with a deeper drum sound. he could work with this, he could make this work.

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with kick it promotions wrapped up and little schedules outside of that, jaewon has plenty of time to withdraw himself in either one of the many studios of dimensions entertainment or the one back in his and soo’s apartment (the perks of both being involved in making music, a home studio was a must).

unlike for alarm, where jaewon had just forced himself to stare at an empty document until some semblance of an idea, this time the process was more guided. there was a lot of mood setting, browsing visuals of… white things. because that was the theme had to run with after all right, whatever that was supposed to mean. but also going through music, listening to songs much softer than what he was used to.

first just unity’s music, songs on their softer side. like touch for example, or 0 mile, but also a large chunk of their unity zone album (pandora’s box, daydream, love me now). none of them had the same playful edge the instrumental had, all on the softer side rather than the cute side but it was a step in the right direction. especially for jaewon who had always gravitated to the grittier, more experimental, noise-heavier sound of unity’s music. it was good to remind himself he’d done lighter before, that he could again.

it wasn’t just unity’s music though. jaewon doubted he’d ever listen to as much charm music as he did for writing this song.

so the first few studio days were spent spitting through reference material, both audio and visual, the most jaewon actually wrote a list of vague ideas, feelings, directions he could take the song in without, you know, actually writing lyrics.

the actual concept for reply came, funnily enough, completely by accident.

it’d been the fourth consecutive day jaewon had locked himself away in a recording studio in the company’s headquarters. it hadn’t been the plan to be away from home so much but he was on the verge of a breakthrough, he could feel it, all he did was try a little harder.

and still most of the day passed without much progress.

fine then, a small break was probably in place with how it had started bleeding into the evening already and jaewon retrieved his phone from wherever he had discarded it, not having looked at it for hours as he had been too busy with the creative process (even if, truly, he hadn’t achieved much).

unlocking his phone, he was immediately met with a row of text notifications, all from samsoo.

[ 09:16 incomming message : my universe ] i saw you already left, what time will you be home? [ 14:48 incomming message : my universe ] i’m going to get groceries, is there anything you need? [ 16:04 incomming message : my universe ] don’t overwork yourself jagiya [ 18:35 incomming message : my universe ] i’m assuming you won’t be home for dinner, there are leftovers in the fridge [ 19:22 incomming message : my universe ] just let me know what time you get home yeah? [ 19:59 incomming message : my universe ] jagiya?

of course, jaewon felt bad for leaving his boyfriend unanswered for so long, still, a part of him couldn’t help but smile fondly at the texts, warmth spreading in his chest at the concern, a feeling no one other than samsoo had ever been able to evoke in him.

that much had to be worth a song right?

jaewon could work with this, but of course not before responding to his boyfriend.

[ 20:31 outgoing message : my universe ] sorry, i lost track of time [ 20:31 outgoing message : my universe ] i just got an idea so it will be few hours still probably [ 20:32 outgoing message : my universe ] let me make it up to you tomorrow? no plans or anything, just us [ 20:33 outgoing message : my universe ] i love you, see you in a few hours

after that, his phone ended up back where it had been all those previous hours, after all, he had better things to focus on, like writing. he wanted a song that did justice to the happiness he felt whenever hearing from soo, how his heart felt lighter with every text message, every phone call from his boyfriend that had pretty much been dragging him through the workload that mainly had come with champion lately.

even two years into their relationship, their was a certain giddiness that came whenever his boyfriend’s name popped up on his phone, especially when the two of them were separated for a longer period of time.

it's a waste of time being alone and i'm waiting for your reply

the more lyrics he writes, the more he deviates from his original inspiration, somewhere along the line deciding to depict a relationship in its earlier stages rather than his own. as lovestruck as him and soo still were up to this day, jaewon had no doubts that he had been even more whipped, even more impatient to spend more time as a couple than he was today. this wasn’t supposed to just be about his relationship, it was supposed to have a universal feeling to it, something almost everyone could relate to.

i don't want to be alone let's just go out to the cafe on a day like this

it seemed a fitting theme for the color white, the excitement and eagerness of young love. of anxiously awaiting a text message even though you’d seen each other a few minutes ago, almost obsessively yet so innocent, so well-intended that it’s hard to attach a negative connotation to it. a helpless, awkward kind of impatience as you’re still figuring out the ins and outs of dating.

ya, what are you doing, except for me, call me what are you doing?

some more hours passed but eventually, jaewon finished the song a little before midnight. it was still a draft, some parts would undoubtedly have to be tweaked, words swapped out to be more fitting but it’s just fine-tuning, it can wait.

at the moment, jaewon just wanted to return home to soo with the same eagerness in his heart that he had just written down for reply.

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(he did end up fine-tuning the lyrics but not until the 23rd, the day he went in for recording and producing the final version of the song. ideally, he would have waited with the final recording until after the demo performances the next day but with champion leaving for america almost immediately, there was no time for that, the deadline slated for when he would be in the state. this would have to do instead, trying to get done the majority of the work before he left and if anything needed to be changed after the demo recording, any unforseen feedback, suggestions of criticism, jaewon would have to trust on his co-producer to take care of it. not that the thought worried him, the man was probably more skilled than he was anyway.)

[vnmblast]

                                    LISTEN UP, BITCHCAKES

BASICS. Given / Birth Name : Jessica Miriam Drew Nickname / Preferred Name : Jess Alias(es) : Spider - Woman Birthdate / Age : December 7th 1931 / 88 Place of Birth : London, England Current Location : Hell’s Kitchen, New York Gender Identity : Cis Female Sexual / Romantic Orientation : Pan pan pan pan pan all around. Her standards : low. Sexuality : mysterious. Romantic inclination : sad. Ethnicity / Race / Cultural Heritage: Indian, Greek Cypriot  Marital Status : Single Occupation : Private Investigator + Back up Avenger Religious Beliefs : None. 

CHARACTERISTICS. Height : 5′10″ Weight : 150 lbs Body Type / Build : Athletic. She’s all legs and core and could probably kick a hole through you if given the chance. Lady is, as the recently incarcerated might say, thicker than a bowl of oatmeal. Eye Color : Green Hair Color / Texture : Dark brown shoulder length hair. It’s thick. Makes summer months uncomfortable and winter a delight. Has been known to wear a wig with her spandex. To keep things interesting. Recognizable Features / Scars : Her entire body is littered with scarring but nothing that could be picked out of a lineup. Speech Patterns / Accent : Absolutely no discernible accent. When she was younger, yes, there was a definite British twang. That Spy Life ^ TM taught her to blend in well though, so her speech patterns drift towards whichever area she lives. Right now it’s New York and ... you can hear it. Languages Spoken : A lot. Hindi, Greek, English, French, Spanish, Mandarin, Russian. Don’t piss her off she will literally drag you and all your ancestors in every last one of them. Powers / Skills / Abilities : You know ... typical metahuman stuff. Superhuman strength, speed, reflexes, agility, healing, endurance and durability. She can generate bioelectric currents at her fingertips that can range from an annoying shock to lethal ( venom blasts ). Lady can not nor will ever stop sticking to walls. If you are her friend, there will be footprints on your ceiling. Poison / Toxins have mild effects on her at first exposure - but her body tends to nullify them pretty quick. Yes, that does include alcohol. Annnd last on the ‘metahuman’ list : she secretes pheromones. It’s not great. Results in people either taking an extreme liking to her or H A T I N G her. The later being more common.

Non - power - wise she’s fan - tastic at hand to hand combat in various styles. She was trained thoroughly in the art of espionage, intel gathering, covert operations and wise cracking. Knows her way around weaponry. Typical stuff. Sunday brunch stuff.

Overall Health : Excellent so long as you never look at an x-ray of hers ever.

RELATIONSHIPS. Order of Birth : First Number of Siblings : 0 Father’s Status + Relationship : Jyotish “Jonathan” Drew, deceased. A geneticist recruited by HYDRA for his works in creating radioactive resistance in spiders ( thought to be applicable in human genome, never tested prior to Jessica ). He was a quiet immigrant from Bombay ( now Mumbai ) and friend of Edgar Wyndham. Though he reported to the organization, they lived as a family near Wundagore Mountain in central Europe. His work with radioactive materials resulted in Jessica’s initial radiation sickness / deteriorating state when reaching toddler age --- he exposed his pregnant wife to near lethal levels of uranium. Mother’s Status + Relationship : Merriam Drew, UNKNOWN. ( Hello, Ophelia. ) Not much is currently known about her, and all records Jess could find indicate she was a mild mannered house wife. Kind, perhaps to a fault. Everything she knows about Merriam comes from an old physician’s file, it’s how she knows they have the same eyes. The file is currently locked up in her apartment. Sibling Status + Relationship : N / A Loyalty / Affiliation : Who is this ..... loyalty. Where’s her number, Jess just wants to talk.

PERSONALITY. MBTI : INFP Hobbies : --- fighting off existential crises on friday nights ya’ll holla atcha girl. Fixes old motorcycles. Binges a lot of Netflix. She’s a huuuuuuuuuge Foodie.   Bad Habits : Fidgets, has a tendency of lashing out + pushing people away, keeps everything surface, all ‘yas girl’ and star wars references. Three Positive Traits : Knows where all the good places to eat are in any city at any given time / season. She’s resilient, able to take way too many punches in her personal and professional life. And she sees good in literally everyone. No one, to her, is hopeless. Don’t take her jabs as anything more than face value, she’s empathetic to a Fault. My girl here Cares. Three Negative Traits : Struggles hard with un - diagnosed Depression. Her pride, and sometimes her own thoughts, have convinced her not to seek treatment. Do not be like Jessica Drew, take care of your mental state. Paranoia is a big factor in her day by day life. Was that a weird looking tree or is she about to get drop kicked by some experimental AIM pet again. Disregard for personal safety. She’s a self - sacrifice - r. When in a Good headspace, she thinks through a situation with clear intent and plan. When not, it becomes a Hail Mary Every Time.  Moral Alignment : Neutral Good

ASSOCIATIONS. One Song : make me feel One Quote / Piece of Art :  “ from even the greatest of horrors irony is seldom absent. ” One Fear : rejection ! but with pizazz. One Strength : pop culture extraordinaire One Object : her motorcycle One Place : the beach One Food : no, all food One Scent : lemon One Lucky Charm : novelty deodorant stick called webpits

BIOGRAPHY BREAK DOWN.

born to a dumb - smart guy and his kind of complacent wife ( different times ). one of jon’s experiments shot an eXpErImEnTaL bEaM of radiated spider dna through merriam’s very pregnant torso. turns out, human dna doesn’t like that. jessica suffered the effects of radiation poisoning well into her eighth year of life when she experienced a sudden rapid breakdown of tissue. as a last ditch attempt to save her life, her father injected a serum of irradiated spider goop ( we only use the Best technical terms in this house ) that fundamentally altered her dna.

fight uranium with more uranium, just like grandma used to.

surprising exactly no one : she was still dying faster than the magic drug. this is where her entire history with HYDRA begins :  Wyndham. wyndham was a fellow geneticist, you see, and really loved the idea of cryostasis ( heading the project himself ). he took jess’ case and allowed her body time to properly heal itself to the tune of thirty years.

it’s really disconcerting falling asleep a child and waking up a teenager. has zero perks.

in a truly fucked up move to uncover how jessica’s father altered her physiology, she was put through a battery of tests / training. they even went so far as to fabricate a boy they thought she’d care for. suffice to say, after an emotionally exhaustive day, jess discovered she could lightly fry people with her fingertips ... and that is apparently her new normal. mr. boyfriend died by her hand. she ran away.

fury found her.

she worked with SHIELD then didn’t. it’s a long story, maybe she’ll get into it one day.

“retired” to san fran where she started “masked hero” work with a PI business on the side.

now she’s in new york, still doing the masked hero gig and PI work but with cheaper real estate. 

you may think i’m over-exaggerating about jessica being That Foodie but i’m telling you now she is eating in practically every background panel she’s ever been in and we Support her high metabolism.

[cinnonym]

All of you:

Me: Oh, sure you can have that SQ fic from Robin Hood's POV, absolutely no problem, here you go:

The sheets are impossibly soft as I shuffle against them, soft and silky and way too comfortable for me to find sleep in. Years of making camp on mossy patches in the forest, never completely bare of sticks that press against the back at night, have accustomed my body to rough, imperfect underground and even the few nights I've actually spent in taverns or inns couldn't have prepared me for the luxury of this world. Thick bouncy mattresses and materials called polyester or elastane are as foreign to me as the twangy accent the people from the first curse have. Even Regina has picked it up, the tendency to pronounce the Rs like nobody did back in the Enchanted Forest, sharp and rolling, like stones scraping.

I groan as I turn to my side, a sudden pain shooting through my spine. The caving bed is poison for my back, but Regina loves it like that, enormous and fluffy for her to sink in. Her body is but a silhouette in the dark, the moon shining just bright enough through the shades for my eyes to make out the curve of her hip, pronounced even through the thick blanket. Regina is facing away from me, curled into herself like usual, breathing heavily and unevenly. Her hair is splayed over her pillow, gleaming black against the white and if I leaned over I would see her eyelashes painting a similar shadow against her cheek. She really is magnificent, even in her brokenness, and I have to remind myself again that she's not mine to fix.

As if she heard my thoughts, Regina starts murmuring. She's doing that a lot these days, almost every night, at first quietly, making it impossible to understand her words, than growing louder and louder still until she's screaming. It's always the same routine, and it's always the same couple of sentences: "No! There has to be another way." Sobs. And then "I love you."

It has taken me a while to figure out the meaning of it all. At first I was flattered, thought she meant me, thought this was her way of telling me what she couldn't say at day. At first I thought the eerie déjà vu I got from the phrasing, the feeling to have heard Regina say those exact words before, came from unconsciously listening to her while sleeping myself. Until Emma crossed my way through town, smiling wearily in the arms of her boyfriend, a faint shadow of the vibrant person I had met when I first came here. Now rings have formed under her eyes, almost identical to those Regina has after a particularly hag-ridden night.

Almost a year has passed since the blonde became the Dark One, since she more or less jumped into the black vortex that enclosed Regina and thrust the dagger forward, tethering her soul to it forever. Except forever apparently doesn't apply to saviours because barely two months later Emma got rid of the darkness already and, except for the incident in the realm we call Underbrooke, has lived fairly normally since. Most people have already forgotten about the time of Dark Swan, even I find it hard to remember that particular period sometimes. Hell, even Emma has seemingly forgotten most of it, though Regina claims she's still dealing with the aftereffects of wielding that huge amount of power and fighting not to succumb to it.

And there lies the problem really. Regina is the one still thinking, still worrying about the darkness affecting Emma. Regina is the one still dreaming of the night Emma sacrificed herself and Regina is the one still regretting not to have acted, not to have told Emma what she now cries out almost every night.

"I love you," Regina sobs next to me and some weeks ago my heart would have clenched. I was furious, sad, confused, most of all shocked. Soulmates are said to be an insurance of kinds, your true love, presented to you in a flourish, nicely wrapped in tattoos and pixie dust. They're not supposed to be in love with someone else, they're supposed to be your perfect match.

One week and four nightmares after my realisation, I had enough. When she started murmuring again, I seized her shoulders, shook her awake in tears, demanding answers.

"What are you even talking about," she mumbled, still half-asleep, and she was confused herself about the wetness on her cheeks and pillow. I stopped asking her after that, it was clear she knew less about what was going on than me.

And still the dreams continued, startling me awake when I managed to find sleep for once, until my body learned to stay awake during the hours when they usually occur. I tried to comfort Regina, but she slapped my arm away, thrashing around until I retreated into my half of the bed, at which point she curled back into herself and returned to sobbing. I tried to talk to her about what she saw at night in the mornings, only to find that though she awakes grouchy and tired she's entirely oblivious to the reason for it. There was nothing I could do for her, except hoping she would get better soon.

She didn't and so, for her own good, I have to let her go.

Everything is planned. I met Emma the other day, asked her in Regina's name to stay over at the mansion, told Regina that Emma asked for a sleepover. Only by making each believe it was the other's wish, I could convince them both to agree, and now Emma is sleeping in the guest's room across the corridor.

I fold back the heavy covers and tiptoe to the door. Regina's still crying behind me and for a moment I feel a pang of guilt for leaving her like this. But then the "I love you"s begin again and I know that for her and also my own sanity I have to go.

So I slip out of the door, leaving it slightly ajar, and make my way to Emma's door. I've already lifted my hand to knock, when it swings open and there's Emma, hair tangled and clearly just awoken, nonetheless staring at me with the urgent look she only gets when either Henry or Regina are in danger. Henry or Regina and oh, I should have understood it way earlier, but I've been blinded by pixie dust and a fairy's promise.

"Is that Regina crying? What are you doing here? Does she need help?"

For someone who threatened to hurt anyone who dared to wake her up before nine in the morning, Emma seems very harmless in her spate of questions. However, the force with which she pushes me away is to be reckoned with and it confirms me in my belief that I'm doing the right thing by stepping aside and playing the helpless boyfriend.

"I don't know what's happening. She started crying and screaming, but she won't wake up, do you know what to do?"

Just as I anticipated, Emma all but runs through the door, not even hesitating at the threshold as she would normally, wary to set foot in private chambers. But not now, not when Regina needs her help, and she kneels beside the bed and takes Regina's trembling hand, whispering soothingly words I can't make out. Miraculously, Regina calms, sobbing quieter until finally, she stills.

"Emma?" She suddenly murmurs, half-asleep yet but quickly coming to. I didn't expect this but it fits quite well with my plans, exceeds my hopes to be at least stooge for my soulmate's happy ending.

"I'm here, Regina," Emma whispers back, softer than I've ever heard her talk, and she strokes Regina's sweaty brow and caresses her cheeks. I can only see her profile but the devotion in her eyes is clear as day and it is time for me to leave.

Silently, using all my skills as a thief to not disturb the two women, I turn around and head towards the stairs. Except I'm stopped before I can reach them, by a pale hand and Henry's tousled shock of hair.

"I heard Mom scream," he says under his breath, the same urgency in his voice as in Emma's before. "Is she alright?"

"She will be," I reply, "Emma is with her."

Henry calms, then looks at me with eyes far too wise for a boy of his age and nods solemnly.

"Robin Hood, stealing from the rich and giving to the poor. You were never one to keep treasures for yourself."

I shrug, refusing to look back to the door that's still slightly ajar, and smile wistfully.

"You know she was never mine to begin with."

"See ya around Robin," Henry says after a pause and we both know this is goodbye. I will come back to the mansion, but if everything goes according to plan, it will never be the same again. I hope that Regina and I can be friends, were still soulmates after all, but I also feel that my heart will need time to heal before I can see her with Emma.

"Bye Henry. I'll send Little John to pick up Roland tomorrow morning."

Henry looks back at the smaller boy, allowed to sleep on a folding bed next to Henry's. He lies with a blissful smile on his face and I feel the familiar tug of guilt about forcing him to grow accustomed to yet another difficult family situation.

"He'll be fine," Henry whispers and I finally turn and descend the stairs. The front door is locked and I use my lockpicks to make sure it is again after I let myself out. Storybrooke's streets are deserted as I slowly make my way home to the woods.

The next day I get a message from Henry, the phone Regina talked me into pinging obnoxiously loud in the peaceful silence of the trees. I flip it open and the screen comes alive with the photo the boy sent me. It shows Regina's bed and on it two women, one blonde and one brunette, curled into each other. It's hard to make out in the pixels but it looks like both are smiling. Underneath, Henry just wrote two words:

"Thank you."

[peachyvhope]

Cold-Hearted (m.) |pt. 1

;pairing — jungkook x reader

;warnings — smut | some namecalling | angst? (not really, though..just an angry jungkook)

;summary — why is it that whenever you’re around Jeon Jungkook, you’re a hot mess? And when you’re a hot mess, his heart turns cold as stone. When a drunken night forces you to spend a dark morning at the BTS frat house, Jungkook develops an avid hate for you which can only lead to worse things

;word count — 7,757

part two |

“Water,” you managed to let out in a raspy voice.You felt around in your bed, looking for your phone to light up the darkness in the room. You sat up and read the time in white; 3:44AM. You sat up and rubbed the sleep from your eyes, grateful you had somehow managed to get the contacts out before collapsing on your bed out of exhaustion the night before. You could feel the familiar ache in your head of being hungover and knew you were already going to dread the day ahead of you.

You desperately desired another few hours of sleep before you would have to head out to your Physics lecture at noon. You clambered out of the bed and into the nearest room you assumed to be the bathroom connected to your dorm. It was a bathroom, indeed, but not yours. You scratched your head, curious. Had you accidentally stumbled into your roommate’s room? You blinked in confusion. Turning the faucet, you dipped your head to drink water, less than satisfied. You remembered Jiyeon saying she would be staying out. You sighed; you’d have to clean up your mess before she came back. Moving slowly, you approached the bed and began to make it neatly. With a sigh, you left the bedroom, hands against the walls in order to be careful to not bump into objects in the dark.

You stopped suddenly. You could hear violent sounds all of a sudden, almost as if someone was shooting. Straining your eyes, you could see a small glimmer of light filling the room around what looked like a corner. Had that always been there? You thought about walking towards the light before weighing your options. If it was a robber, you would need self-defense. You made your way back to Jiyeon’s room and found the hockey stick in the corner of the room, a keepsake from her boyfriend’s final hockey game last year.With one last deep breath, you gingerly tip-toed towards the lit room, sudden flashes of red light appearing every other moment.

In one dramatic movement, you kicked the door open with a “Hi-Ya!” and aimed the hockey stick at the perpetrator. He jumped in his seat in front of the TV screen and yelled out in shock, and when you caught a glimpse of his face, you cursed to yourself.

“What the hell?” The dude stood and moved his headset from his face, the room hued in red as the screen declared Game Over for his character. “What the actual hell,” he asked again, a look of disbelief etched in his expression.

“What are you doing in here?”

“What do you mean what am I doing in here, I live here.” You moved forward, squinting your eyes to see who was in your presence. He stepped back at your first move to advance, but you were soon able to see who it was, and he was not one bit happy. Jungkook angrily clenched his jaw and ran a hand through his hair, causing you to suddenly feel so out of place by the way he stared at you. You leaned back and shifted on your feet, bouncing out of nervousness.

“This isn’t my dorm,” you finally ask meekly.

“Does this look like your dorm?” Jungkook rolled his eyes. “This is the frat house.”

“Seriously?” You forced an awkward laugh out of your throat. “And by any chance...can you tell me how I got here?”

“You don’t remember?” You shook your head and Jungkook scoffed. “Are you fucking serious,” he suddenly exclaimed, throwing his headset on the floor.

“Ya! Why are you making so much noise! I’m trying to sleep!” You turned to see none other than Min Yoongi in the doorway, an expression of ‘you’re going to die’ on his face. If you hadn’t realized where you were, your probably wouldn’t have guessed it was the sleeping devil at all, but alas, his eyes found yours and his expression hardened. “Jungkook…” Min Yoongi’s eyes left yours and found Jungkook’s, and before you knew it, the older man had grabbed Jungkook in a chokehold despite his smaller stature. Jungkook, in desperation, clung to Yoongi’s arms, yelling every swear he could think of.

“Didn’t I say if you bring around another one of your little girlfriends, I’m going to kick you out? Daring little bastard, aren’t you?”

“Excuse me,” you mumbled softly, but when neither men looked at you, you raised your voice. Yoongi loosened his hold on his hoobae and Jungkook straightened, rubbing a hand against his neck.

“What?”

You closed your eyes as you felt your head ache even more, “I am not one of his girlfriends, nor will I ever be. I, myself, am curious as to why I am here. I was just leaving...so, if it’s okay, I’ll get out of your hair, now.”

You gave the two harsh glares, eager to get to your own dorm, and turned ready to make a run for it. Of course, it wasn’t that easy—was it ever?

“So you’re just going to leave in my clothes? Without shoes?” You noticed Jungkook’s broad back as he picked up a pair of heels in the corridor before you. He had a smug smirk playing on his lips, but his eyes held no emotion. You looked at your appearance to find yourself in a large white tee shirt which you had simply assumed to one of the tees you usually slept in, a product of stealing from your brother’s wardrobe. Embarrassed, you grab at the heels, only for Jungkook to raise them above his head out of your reach.

“Jungkook, stop playing around.” Jungkook snorted and handed the red pumps to you, his eyes narrowing.

You bowed in Yoongi’s general direction, mumbling, “I’ll bring your clothes as soon as possible,” and booked it.

Today just seemed like it would not go your way. At all. When you had finally gotten back to your dorm, angering every other person living in nearby dorms from confusing the room numbers, you had gone straight to bed with the idea of going to lecture taunting you. If only it was that easy. When you stumbled out of bed, the sun had fully risen, and you realized something was off. Your alarm was supposed to wake you up.

You couldn’t find your phone anywhere in your vicinity, and you sat on your mussed bed, thinking back...Jungkook’s room. If that was Jungkook’s room, anyway. You had checked the time when you first woke up and left it on the nightstand when you’d made it up.

“Damn,” you cursed yourself. You walked into your own kitchen to check the time, hoping you hadn’t missed the Physics lecture entirely because going to all classes and doing everything you could to understand wasn’t even enough. In pale green font, the stove read 11:34AM. You had approximately twenty minutes to get ready and get to class...across campus. In a huff, you rushed to your room and shed the clothes you’d been lent early that morning. You grabbed a pair of leggings and a large grey sweater that once belonged to your older brother, and slipped on the first pair of shoes you could pull out of your closet. You didn’t move to look for your keys, knowing Jiyeon would be home by the time your class ended, so you grabbed your bag and glasses off your nightstand and booked it to class.

You were late, but you made it to class in record time. However, when you cracked the door open to peer inside the lecture hall, the seats inside were empty. You opened the door wider, as if that would trick your mind into seeing students listening to the professor drone on. To no avail, no single student showed up in their seats. You sighed, pulling off your glasses and rubbing your eyes. The professor must have cancelled lecture or something…

“Hi, excuse me, professor…” You turned to see your Physics professor stopped by some students in your class. You put on your glasses and listened in. “Do you think it would be okay to do a larger scaled project if we team up with another pair?”

“That should be fine,” the professor answered. “However, I must see a draft and it must get approved, otherwise you cannot expect a good grade.”

“Of course!” The two pairs of fellow students bid your professor goodbye and you took it as your chance, moving towards them.

“I’m sorry, did I miss something?”

“Are you in our Physics class?” You nodded your head. “You just missed the small lecture… We were at the back of the building outside and he was giving us an example of the effects of different materials on rebounds.” You groaned, hoping it wouldn’t be too hard of a concept. “Oh! And he assigned a project from the last lecture topic. It’s due next week.”

“What?!”

“He already sent out the list with the notice to meet outside, so when you finally check your phone,” the student’s partner gave you a small pointed stare, “You’ll find out who your partner is. Is that all?”

“Yeah. Thanks so much,” you mumbled, suddenly even more drained than before. The small group gave you a final glance before leaving you to your vices. You leaned against the nearest wall and sighed; you had to go back to that damned frat house and get your stuff. Now was as great a time as any, and you figured your day couldn’t get any worse. Of course, that was where you were wrong.

You travelled to the place where you liked to believe your bad luck gained a beginning and knocked lightly after ringing the doorbell once. You were surprised to see who had opened the door.

“Can I help you?”

Kim Taehyung was known for being one of the handsomest guys in sophomore year. He started college after taking a gap year but already had a bunch of connections, including runner-up for the handsomest guys on campus, Park Jimin. It became apparent that Taehyung had just taken a shower, his dyed red hair a wet mess, causing small streams of red to flow down his neck and forehead.

“I’m looking for Jungkook,” you finally say after a silent moment of taking in the sight of the handsome man.

“Oh,” Taehyung’s lips curved into a huge smile and he began to chuckle.

“What?” You wondered if he was laughing at your large glasses sitting on the bridge of your nose, or maybe you’d gotten something on your face. Anyhow, you didn’t want to be an object of Taehyung’s amusement and entertainment.

“Nothing, nothing.” Taehyung opened the door wider for you to come inside. “Follow me.” For the first time, as you followed behind the taller guy, you noticed how different the house was from the dorms you took residence in. Sure, some of the rooms were formatted similarly, but the residency hall you lived in was ultimately different.

Woof! Woof!

You looked down to see a small dog pawing at your legs. Awed by its cuteness, you paused and kneeled to pet him… or her.

“That’s Mickey, Hobi’s dog.” Hobi sounded familiar. “Cute, right?” Taehyung suddenly swooped in and picked up the small dog in his arms, allowing him to lick his cheek. “Come on, Jungkook’s in the bathroom right now, but I’m pretty sure you can wait in his room.”

“What?” Taehyung continued to walk down the hallways, turning a corner once until he stopped in front of the white bedroom door. Taehyung jerked his head in the direction of the closed door, as if saying to just get in there.

“You came here to see him, right? Don’t worry, I’m going to leave soon, anyway, so be as loud as your heart desires.” Taehyung stared at you as if you were the one who was crazy, but soon enough his expression morphed into a smug one. “Or maybe you want me to hear you… Or join you. I’m okay with either; can’t say the same about Jungkook for the latter.” Taehyung started to chuckle to himself and went back the way he had come, but before he could get too far, you grasped a fistful of his hoodie.

“Taehyung…”

“Hmm?” His smile grew larger as he hummed, barely sparing you a backwards glance.

“What do you think I’m here for? You don’t even know me.”

“Yeah, I don’t know you. But I do know that you are a girl and you came looking for Jungkook. That’s that, and you’ve obviously got some business coming to see the guy.”

“I’m not fucking him.”

“You’re not?” That knocked the smug expression off his face. You shook your head. “Then why are you here?”’

“Trust me, I’d rather be anywhere but here,” you sighed. “Don’t leave me alone with him, please. Yoongi saved me last time, and I’d rather not have him harass me.”

“Who harassed who?”

Jungkook chose the most amazing moment to pop out of his bedroom at any given time, catching both you and Taehyung’s attention. All Jungkook had on was a towel wrapped around his waist, his dark hair dripping with water

“Put some clothes on,” you managed to hiss, glaring at him.

“I have never harassed a girl in my life, hyung. She was the one who trespassed, but out of the goodness of my heart, I took her in and slept in the game room until she starting assaulting me.”

“The hockey stick didn’t even touch you.”

“Tell that to the bruise on my back,”  Jungkook yelled, turning around. You could see a faint outline of the end of the stick you had used, but you had never had the intention of actually harming him.

“I...I didn’t trespass,” you mumbled lamely.

“You were out in the backyard, drunkenly petting Mickey at 2 in the morning. And when I asked you what the hell you were doing, you slurred something about dogs being great and underappreciated, so when I tried to get you to leave, you puked all over my feet. I thought about leaving you there outside, but because I am oh-so nice, I cleaned you up and gave you clothes to change in before you went ahead and passed out on my bed. That was why you were here last night, and I don’t even know the first thing about you.”

“How did you get into our backyard,” Taehyung questioned. Of course, out of the whole story, that was what he got out of it.

“The real question is, what the fuck are you doing in a stranger’s backyard in the middle of the night?”

“I do not have a good reason for that except that I was drunk,” was your frank answer. “I’m sorry. Okay, gosh, now can I get my stuff? I’ve had a horrible morning, and I think I have concluded that I will never drink again.”

“That’s what everyone says when they have a bad hangover, but they never keep that promise, you know. But whatever.” Jungkook disappeared into his room, slamming the door behind him.

“So you’re not screwing Jeon?”

“Are you serious, right now?!” You threw your hands in the air, exasperated.

“Whenever you’re feeling kinda hot and heavy, you know where to find me,” Taehyung winked before stalking off with Mickey the dog gathered in his arms.

You don’t know how much longer passed, but it felt like forever. With  sigh, you gave up on patience and rapped your fist against the door.

“Come in!” You slowly turned the knob, only to find Jungkook barely putting on pants. He turned towards you slightly before clicking his teeth, “It’s you again.”

“What do you mean ‘it’s you again’,” you attempted to mimic his deep voice. “I want my stuff back.”

“I said whatever, as in, it’s not my problem. But since you’re here, look for it and get out out of my sight. You’ve been a headache enough, haven’t you?” Jungkook picked up the towel he’d previously had wrapped around his waist and began to rub the wetness away from his hair, moving to sit on his bed. You huffed. Might as well do as he said, that way, you’d never have to concern yourself with the guy again.

Still, you couldn’t help but wonder why he was so harsh with you. You’d known of him, and from what you’d hear, Jungkook was a generally nice guy. Kind of a sleaze, but you’d never heard of him having such a sour personality.

You found your cell phone first. It was laid on his nightstand next to his own phone, and you immediately picked it up to check if there were any messages you missed, but alas, the battery was dead. Just your luck. You sighed and looked around the bedroom floor for the dress you’d worn out last night.

“Is my dress still here?”

“I threw it away,” Jungkook shrugged nonchalantly.

“You what?!”

“You puked all over it and my shoes, so I threw them away.”

“That dress was a gift,” you began to whine. Not to mention, almost two hundred dollars. You had begged Jiyeon not to buy it for you, but she still did, claiming it was a mark of your friendship when you’d been declared roommates the previous year. It was amazing how loose she was with her money, but you didn’t want her to spend it all on you.

“Not my problem. Is that it? Do you have my clothes?”

“Ah...no…” You hung your head.

“You can throw them away, too, I guess.” Jungkook stood and crossed the room to the door, holding it open. “If you would… oh and don’t forget this.” Jungkook reached behind the door to reveal your purse hanging on the handle and he tossed it at you. You caught it less than gracefully.

“Fuck you, too, then,” you muttered, throwing up your middle finger as you exited.

For the first time, Jungkook gave you a smile, all teeth. But it was dripping in sarcasm. “Pleasure.”

When you found your way to the front door, it opened before you could even approach it. “Yeah, like I was telling you, if we buy little individual heaters, the electricity bill will be a little higher, but our AC bills will be hella cheaper.”

“But we have to buy heaters; how much do those cost?”

“We really just need to buy three, though. Jungkook can buy his own or suffer; he just forks money out anyway.”

“This seems like we’re taking advantage of him, though, hyung.”

“Jinnie?” Your jaw slackened as you heard your older brother talk about scamming the bastard you’d just had the discourtesy of meeting.

“Oh,” Jin’s smile widened as his eyes laid on you, ending his conversation with his friend. “Y/N, what are you doing here? Finally decided to come visit me?”

“As if. I thought you had an apartment.”

“Better deal here. Joon asked me if I wanted to move in since it was my last year and they had space.” Somehow, that seemed suspicious. You wondered if your parents knew. After all, you had no clue.

“This is a frat house, though? Don’t you, you know, have to be in the fraternity?”

“I was initiated,” Jin started to laugh his windshield wiper house, and you couldn’t help but feel your anger start to evaporate a little. “So what are you doing here?”

“I was running an errand,” you answered, hiking your bag higher on your shoulder. “I have to go, though; I need to meet with my partner for my physics project.”

“Good luck, little sister,” was Jin’s bidding words, and you took a leisurely stroll back to your dorm.

When you did get back to your dorm, you weren’t surprised to find Jiyeon already passed out on the little sofa you two had purchased for the rather tiny living room connecting your living space. Jiyeon lightly snored, and upon further inspection, you realized she wasn’t alone. Glued to her side was none other than her infamous boyfriend, dancer and athlete Jung Hoseok. You rolled your eyes; of course, Jiyeon wouldn’t return home alone. At least they had the decency to keep their clothes on.

You went into your room and plugged your phone into charge, opting to go ahead and check what exactly you had missed in your professor’s emails on your laptop. The bootup was slow as ever, and when you were finally able to access your emails, you realized your bad day wasn’t over. You had scrolled through the list until you found your name in the midst of all the other Kims and Kangs, and when you saw who your pair was, you wanted to throw the device far away from you and call your parents to tell them you were finding a one-way ticket back home. Your physics project partner was none other than the coconut ass hat Jeon Jungkook.

You took your pillow and pressed your face into his, inhaling a deep breath and screamed.

You didn’t know how Jungkook got your number, but you assumed it probably had something to do with your older brother. You thought about how you would punish the older guy when you next saw him. As if seeing him twice already yesterday didn’t earn her an arrest for murder, you were certain that as soon as you met eyes today, you’d end up on the news for something crazy...like murder.

Jungkook, with no knowledge of where your residency hall was, asked you to meet him at the campus cafe, to which you could either continue to work on the project in the public eye, or just go to your own dorm. Either option was fine, but when you’d just begun to ask why you couldn’t go to the frat house, he didn’t reply.

By the time it was just ten minutes before you were supposed to meet the cold-hearted fucker, you had just begun to gather your materials and head out. But is it ever that easy?

“Hey, Y/N.” Jiyeon greeted you warmly. “Where are you going?”

“Cafe,” you grumbled, completely unimpressed with today’s agenda.

“Oh; I’ll come with. I’ve been craving a latte.”

“You can come, but I’m probably gonna be there for a while. I’m working on a project with some ass hat.”

“Oh, really,” surprise was etched on your friend’s expression. “Who is the asshole?”

“Fucking Jeon Jung-goddamn-kook.” You grabbed a beanie, pushing it onto your head. “Bastard, right,” you aimed for approval once you noticed the shock in Jiyeon’s expression.

“Jeon Jungkook?! As in third hottest guy in our grade who looks like he can bench press all the BTS members? At one time.”

“That muscle-pig can’t do shit,” you snorted. You made a move to make your exit, but Jiyeon stopped you in the doorway.

“There is no way I’m going to let you meet him like that.”

And so the moment came where Jiyeon forced you into changing with blackmailed pictures of you doing unforgivable things. She straightened your hair and forced you into super glittery gold eyeshadow, and despite the winter closing in on the university, you were dressed in a thin long-sleeved shirt and a skirt. A SKIRT! Thankfully, you had some thigh length boots to recuperate for even just a little bit of the skin that was revealed.

“Now go catch that hot piece of ass,” was Jiyeon’s parting cheer. You checked the time; you were almost a half hour late. If only you hadn’t let her take those damned pictures and videos of you when you’d gotten drunk at the spring break party last year. You groaned just thinking back on how you nearly flashed everyone.

When you arrived at the cafe, you were shocked to see Jungkook waiting outside. He didn’t seem to be losing any patience, so you crept on him quietly and peered over his shoulder to see him playing a mobile game on his phone. Feeling your presence, Jungkook craned his neck and saw you, immediately stepping back. He paused the game on his phone and looked at his wristwatch.

“You’re late.”

“Sorry… I kinda got held up with my roommate.”

“Sure,” Jungkook’s eyes gave you a once-over before he spoke again. “The cafe is full, so we’re going to have to go to your place.”

“Why my place?”

“Yoongi’s sleeping. And we probably won’t finish this without much screaming,” you nodded your head in agreement. This was probably the most civil Jungkook had ever been to you since you ended up in his room yesterday morning.

“The library?”

“They’ll probably kick us out.”

“I think we’re pretty civil, though. At least right now; I would just rather not have you know where I live.”

“As if I would stalk you,” Jungkook snorted.

“But you could send an assassin to my house when I’m sleeping.”

“If I wanted you killed, you’d probably already be dead. But fine, you wanna go to the library? “Let’s go.” Jungkook pocketed his phone and began to lead the way to the other side of campus where the large library was located. It was a decent distance away from where you stood, and you were walking--well, stomping--in deafening silence besides your footsteps.

“Jungkook!” You nearly bumped into Jungkook when he suddenly stopped, and you stepped back to see who had intervened. You just barely recognized her—Noh Nara. She always had a thing for being found in some guy’s bed, not that it was uncommon. A lot of people slept around, but just, more people were quiet about it. “What are you doing?”

For the first time, you saw Jungkook smile. It was the side you never got to see when he was around you, his expression usually fixed into a scowl.

“I’m going to do a project.” Nara’s hand went around Jungkook’s bicep and she squeezed lightly. In return, Jungkook leaned his ear down towards her lips and she whispered something to him. Jungkook nodded.

“Call me later,” and then Nara was gone, just as quick as she had come. Jungkook barely spared you a glance, as if to check if you were still there, before continuing into the library. He found a small booth near the window and slid in, opening his laptop. It was then that you realized you had forgotten yours, but you didn’t want to say anything, so you started to pull out your notes and some paper. After all, you still needed to come up with the topic and details.

“Write down all the velocity equations and displacement equations; I think we should try finding how long it takes for larger objects to peak in different environments.”

“So if different environment affect peak in velocity?”

“That’s what I said.”

“Asshole,” you murmured.

“Heard that.”

“You were supposed to, coconut ass hat.” You were able to write down a few equations before you reached a wall in your mind. What was the one that involved time? Were you supposed to include Kinetic change? Potential energy? You glanced at Jungkook, his eyebrows furrowed together and his lips slightly parted in focus. You’d be a fool to admit that it wasn’t at least a little bit attractive. It was such a shame when he let words come out of his mouth, though.

You lowered your head, chastising yourself for even beginning to look at him that way, but couldn’t help but steal another glance from under your eyelashes. When it seemed Jungkook made a mistake, he clenched his jaw before returning to the previous expression. Now, that, you mused, was sexy.

You don’t know how long you watch him for, but it couldn’t have been long before he realized you weren’t working.

“Get back to work,” he stated firmly.

“How many formulas should I have?”

“Like six.” You groaned; you had only two before you started to scribble about different environments you could possibly use. “What? Stuck already?”

“I’m not good at physics.”

“Sucks.” Jungkook didn’t look at you, again. You stood, feeling that maybe some walking around would get the gears in your mind turning again. “Where are you going?”

“Thirsty.”

You walked towards the little shop stationed near the library’s entrance and waited in line. When it came for your turn, you ordered a muffin and hot chocolate. You gave your name to the clerk and she told you to wait near the pickup and you heard the beginning of the next order.

“Dark roast coffee.” You crinkled your nose in disgust, thinking of how bitter. “Jungkook.” You looked up. Of course the bastard would follow you. You heard your name and quickly grabbed the small bag holding your muffin and the cup of hot chocolate rushing to the table. When Jungkook returned, he sat down silently and typed vigorously. Silence passed between you two, and you tried to dissipate the slight bit of tension with eating your muffin.

You were able to recall another formula and began to scribble it out, but your thoughts consume you. Why were you doing the bare minimum? This was baby work, and although you knew it was kind of a struggle, you couldn’t help but feel that you were being treated less than. You were starting to realize Jungkook had a clear grasp on the class, and he knew what he was doing and how he was going to reach the end goal, but it just infuriated you more. You angrily reached for your muffin again, but Jungkook was already reaching for it, too.

“What the fuck,” you hissed. Jungkook’s eyes widened in shock.

“Sorry; I thought you didn’t want it anymore.”

“You should have asked,” you stood, anger rising. You knew it was irrational, but it didn’t get you to calm down in the slightest. In the midst of standing, the table jostled, and his cup spilled. The liquid poured into Jungkook’s lap and he stood, too, cursing.

You’d gained the attention of the whole first floor in the library.

Some of the swears Jungkook yelled were directed towards you, and you felt a twinge of guilt. “Fucking hell, chill out. It’s just food, I’ll buy you another one.” Jungkook grabbed at the napkins you’d obtained with your muffin and dabbed at his pants, his face red with fury.

“I’m sorry, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” You turned to see a dude standing before you, round glasses framing his eyes. “You’re becoming a nuisance to other serious students, so we’ll have to ask you to return when you’re more behaved. If you don’t leave within the next few minutes, I’ll personally escort you out.”

“Sorry,” you muttered, gathering your things. You hightailed it outside of the library and waited for a second. Jungkook was right behind you. “Sorry,” you said again, this time to him, but he didn’t say anything. You assumed that this was where it ended, but Jungkook followed close behind you. “Isn’t BTS house...in the other direction?”

“The longer I have to spend with you, the more miserable I’ll be. We’re going to calculate some data, and then we can work on the project separately. We have a week, Y/N.”

“Fine,” you huffed. You led the way to your dorm, all along the way catching curious glances because of the wet stain on Jungkook’s pants. You wondered what people thought happened to him, but when you stole a glance at Jungkook, he didn’t seem to care.

“I want you out of here ASAP,” you said firmly, opening the door to let him in. He nodded once before setting up on the table in the center of the room, and you kicked off your shoes at the door before following suit. Before taking your seat, you called out to your roommate, hoping she hadn’t just left. Of course, the odds weren’t in your favor. You sighed sadly and took the seat, beginning to work.

A few hours had passed and you were glad you were able to work without much issues—every once in a while, you’d ask Jungkook a question, and he’d answer, but not without calling you some kind of crude name. You didn’t have it in you to stop him, though, since you figured it would just cause the day to drag on longer. You were near done with gathering the data and research you needed before you could run the experiment on your own, but you had gotten stuck on a subject.

“Hey, how do you know we can use this formula? And if we do, would we have to use that as well?”

“You’re so fucking slow, how many times do I have to say it?” Jungkook groaned, running his hands down his face. He explained the concept one last time before focusing back on his computer. You breathed out a sigh, just a little bit angry, but finished up. When you were done, you looked at Jungkook, wondering when he, too, would finish. The same concentrated expression he had on his face at the library made a second appearance, and you got wrapped in your thoughts once again. You searched his face. Why was he so mean to you? The longer you stared at his face, the more you came to notice small things. He had a freckle under his lip and what looked like a scar on his cheek. He rolled his bottom lip between his lip suddenly, and the action, however so small, sent a shiver down your spine. You shook your head discreetly and looked away from him, tapping your pen against the table to distract yourself.

You did not want to fuck Jungkook. You didn’t even want to be in the same space as him; hell, he was probably purposefully sucking in all the oxygen so you would shrivel up and die. Okay, maybe that was a bit far-fetched.

“Stop that,” Jungkook hissed.

“I’ll do whatever I want,” you muttered back, continuing to tap the writing utensil against the table. It was your home after all.

“Stop being a bitch; I thought you wanted me to leave.”

“I’m pretty sure you can solve a few equations with background noise,” you said smugly, tapping the pen against his hand a bit. His jaw clenched. “Aw, is little Jungkookie getting angry,” you enjoyed seeing him get just a little wound up.

“Stop.” His angry tone made you clench your legs together and you let out a breath.

“You’ve been calling me names all night, asshole. Why should I stop?” You stood up and patted him on top of his head, slightly curious as to what he would do.

“Why wouldn’t I call you something you are?”

“You’re kidding right? Hold on, you are kidding, aren’t you? Please help me to understand what in the seven hells I did for you to act this way to me.”

“So sorry, I wasn’t listening,” Jungkook said in a sarcastic tone. You closed your eyes and inhaled a deep breath.

“Well, I think we’ve reached the end of this conversation,” you patted his head once again, attempting to just get the last say in the matter, but Jungkook got hold of your wrist and stood, glaring at you.

“You didn’t honestly expect me to answer that, did you?”

“Yes, I did expect an answer, asshat. You’ve been nothing but rude to me since we met and you are way too hostile to be around me.”

“Get used to a disappointment,” he huffed, and he moved to sit back down and finish up, but you were getting angrier and angrier with each passing second. You shoved him from behind and he stumbled, turning to look at you. “Don’t touch me.” Jungkook’s glare was so cold, you thought the room would freeze. Still, that didn’t stop you from throwing more insults at him, and you went a step farther, pressing your index finger into his chest. When he didn’t stumble backwards, you used all the strength you could muster and pushed with your palms. Jungkook took a single step back, and you knew it wasn’t because you had pushed him, but because if he hadn’t absorbed the force you’d applied, you’d only fall back on the ground yourself.

However, the touch you administered set Jungkook off anyway, and instead of him, you were suddenly grabbed by the wrist and pressed against the wall. His body was so close you could feel the body heat rolling off him in waves.

“I said,” Jungkook started to press his body against you, and you suddenly felt very aware of an uninvited guest, “Don’t touch me.” You gulped nervously, attempting to register what was happening; then it happened. His lips found yours harshly, kissing you intensely. You gasped into his mouth, surprised. His tongue pushed into your mouth, roughly at first, dominating over you as if he was asserting his power. And though you knew you should push him away, your hand was planted on his chest, as if still debating whether to pull him closer or do the former option. Jungkook’s palm met with the bare skin of your thigh, and for the first time that day, you didn’t regret wearing it, welcoming the heat that came with it. He hiked your leg up, as if to wrap it around his waist, but he was too concerned with kissing you and touching you.

You made up your mind, hand trailing higher up to the collar of his shirt and pulling him flesh against you so you could feel every inch of his body. He breathed heavily and you relished in the sound.

Your hips rose to meet with his pelvis and he rolled his hips against you, fluidly but enough to coax a small moan from your lips. Just as suddenly as he had kissed you, Jungkook pulled away and looked down at you. You peered back at him, into his eyes, dark orbs that held anger and doubt in them.

“Jungkook,” you managed to say, your voice coming out barely louder than a whisper. Jungkook groaned at the sound and palmed your thigh again, squeezing once. His touch became scarce as he resorted to just his fingertips, edging towards your core. You hummed, anticipating the touch, but it never came.

“You make me so angry,” Jungkook ground out, your arms had found their way around his neck. He stopped suddenly, “We shouldn’t be doing this; we need to do the project.”

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” Jungkook stepped back, unclasping your arms from around him, but the anger in you rose. When Jungkook went to sit back at the table, you closed your eyes, gathering your own rationale. The fucker had just kissed you, and when things were starting to get good, he ended it? No wonder you hated him since you first met.

You took the seat beside him, a new resolve in mind. Your hand grasped his thick thigh, his muscles tensing beneath the fabric of his jeans. You squeezed his thigh, much like he had before, and leaned closer to him to view the computer screen.

“Back off,” Jungkook muttered, his hand coming down to shove your own away, but you weren’t going to let him off that east.

“I can’t see.”

“There’s your own computer right there; pull up the velocity data.” His eyes never met yours as he spoke, dismissing your need then and there. Jungkook stuffed his hand in his pocket and pulled out his cell phone, sending out a quick text, and you took the opportunity to angrily slam the laptop shut. You were able to see the contact name on his cell: Nara.

“You coconut headass,” you hissed, moving to straddle his lap. Your fingers moved quick, but you didn’t seem to need the urgency. Jungkook sat there expressionless, eyes cold as ever. You unbuttoned his jeans and did it firmly. Your hands found his cock, already stiffened, and you were almost surprised by the girth. Nevertheless, it didn’t stop you from pumping it a few times. “What if I just got off here, all by myself, and left you to suffer? Sound good?” You managed to lean back and raise your body, pulling off your panties from under your skirt. You didn’t wait for Jungkook’s answer, didn’t even look at him, but you hoped his resolve to not touch you was weakening. You threw your underwear off in some corner, too focused on what appeared to be the prize. You scooted forward in Jungkook’s lap and grasped his hard dick in your hand before positioning it.

“Don’t do it.”

Jungkook’s voice was strained and you couldn’t help but smirk just a little bit. He wasn’t as strong as he wanted you to believe.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” you teased yourself with the tip of his cock at your entrance, hissing at the pleasant feel. The sound mixed in with the lightest of groans from Jungkook, and you felt your chest swell with pride.

“Please, don’t do it,” Jungkook said again, his hands fidgeting at his sides. You began to press his cock into your folds, testing the waters, but before you could fully attempt to adjust, Jungkook’s hands grabbed hold of your hips firmly. “Y/N, stop. Seriously. I’m sorry.” You looked into his eyes—they were still cold, but they held no apology. You felt more and more angry, and you leaned forward, taking his head into the caress of your palm and kissed him angrily. Jungkook groaned into your mouth, his hands loosening, and you took the opportunity to slam yourself down on him. The largeness made you pause for a moment, and you broke the kiss, aiming to move so you could feel just a little bit more comfortable.

“Don’t, ah, that feels so good,” Jungkook groaned, unintentionally rolling his hips into you. You simply hummed in response, eyebrows twitching as you concentrated on making your own rhythm. You were set on pleasuring yourself. You rose and slammed back down on his cock, a slow, rhythmic pace. And with every pulse, you let out a breathy sigh, full but not yet completely satisfied.

Jungkook tried to take hold of your hips and guide you, but you slapped his hands away, guiding your own to hold onto his shoulders. Jungkook rolled his bottom lip between his teeth, apparently determined to stop you from hearing his groand, but you didn’t care. It was your moment. You felt your pussy throb, and you leaned your head down, connecting your lips with his neck. Jungkook hummed out a groan, and you felt his dick twitch within you. Your lips curved with a slight smile and you began to tongue at his neck, sucking on the skin every once in a while. Soon, you didn’t know if you were pleasuring yourself or him.

Your pace came to a stop, and before you knew it, Jungkook had gotten himself out of you and pushed the chair he’d sat in back. He turned you around quickly and pressed you into the counter. “You’re such a bitch, you know that,” came his raspy voice, and he pushed down on your head, your cheek coming in contact with the cold surface of the kitchen table. He thrust into you with one buck of his hips. He didn’t start off slow or build any type of pace, instead hammering into you from the get-go. You yelled out, enjoying the way he filled you and stretched you with his girth.

“Harder,” you moaned out, “Harder, Jungkook, harder.” You began to chant these words like a mantra, feeling your orgasm edge closer. Your hand wander down to finger your swollen clit, and you closed your eyes in a near state of euphoria. Sure enough, Jungkook hammered hard and harder into you, making your body slam into the table.

“I’m close,” you mumbled, moving to meet the slam of his thrusts.

“I can feel you clenching your tight pussy around my cock. You like it hard, huh?”

“God, yes, harder,” you groaned.

Without warning, you felt your orgasm engulf you, your eyes closing as they rolled in pleasure. You moaned, satisfied, relishing in the pleasure. You could barely hear Jungkook as he announce he was going to cum. And he did.

You felt him manage a few last desperate thrusts before he filled you up whole, ending the quick hard pace. You felt you warm liquid leak into you, and his body faltered. You felt him soften as he extracted himself, clearly spent.

A silent moment passed between you two, your body still leaned over the table, ass still on display for Jungkook. You couldn’t believe that happened.

“...Can I use your bathroom?” Jungkook was the first to speak, his voice deeper than usual.

“I...yeah, first door on your left.” When you heard the door close, you finally straightened, uncertain about what to do now. You felt sticky, and from the body-length mirror attached to the wall, you could see how fucked out you looked. Your straightened hair was a mess, the sweat causing the locks to wave, and your lips were swollen and bruised from Jungkook kissing you so hard. Your limbs were still shaking, having not been released entirely from the height of your orgasm. Your mind was hazy, confused. What did this mean? Was that just angry sex? Was it going to happen again? You walked into your own bathroom in the opposite direction and cleaned yourself up, eventually changing into more comfortable clothes. Had Jungkook left? Did he stay and just go back to work?

What was the whole thing even about? What did it mean? You angrily ran your hand through your hair before using a rubber band to tie it up into a bun. You knew that after that, you couldn’t just go to sleep. You were still too excited. Maybe if he had fucked you in your bed you’d be tempted to sleep and wouldn’t have to mull over the facts.

You peeked into the kitchen to see if Jungkook was still there. Sure enough, he sat at the table, but the laptop remained closed, and his cheek rested against the surface, his eyes closed. You almost wanted to admire how good-looking he was as he slept, but figured there were still so many questions, you’d rather not wake him. You grabbed an extra blanket and tossed it on him; out of the goodness of your heart.

A/N: I think is like the longest I’ve ever wrote, and I’m kinda proud of the results. I really enjoyed this, and angry Jungkook makes my heart shake. Throughout this, I saw lots of jungkook gifs and said “i hate jungkook” a lot. So yeah... jungkook.

[mollyjames]

With Apologies To...

In which Blake and Yang are both required to be mature adults and talk about their feelings. Neither are very good at it. 4000+ words

I wrote this fic before the last two episodes of volume 5 came out, so there are a lot of details that don’t quite line up. That being said, by happy coincidence, that makes this fic spoiler free! All it contains is pure speculation on Blake’s eventual return.

Enjoy!

“First, I want to start by saying I’m sorry. I did what I thought was right, and I stand by that. But the way I went about it was all wrong. I should have told you what I was doing; my plans, where I was going… anything really. I guess I didn’t know how to say goodbye so I just… didn’t. I left and didn’t say a word. You have every right to be angry at me. I understand if you won’t forgive me. But I need you to know that I’m sorry.”

Blake stood frozen in the hallway, arms tensed on either side in anticipation. A bead of sweat trickled down the side of her forehead. She was staring straight at the ground, boring a hole through the wood, unable to make eye contact. Blake was never good at making eye contact.

“Ummm… Blake?”

Blake’s eyes shot up. “Yes?”

Ruby was looking up at her. She was sitting on the couch next to Oscar, her scythe unsheathed and resting in her lap. It’s gearbox was open and being tinkered with.

“I forgive you,” said Ruby.

Cool relief washed over Blake. “Thank you, I- thank you so much!”

Ruby shrugged. “It’s not like I have much of a choice. You’re part of my team Blake.”

“Right,” Blake bit her lip. “Part of your team…” Even still?

“Have you talked to Yang yet?”

“Not yet. I was going to apologize to her next.”

“See that you do,” Ruby said. Silver eyes stared up at Blake. Blake dropped her gaze and retreated up the stairs.

“Ruby?” Oscar said.

“Oscar?” Ruby replied, returning to her calibrations.

“Who was that?”

Ruby sighed deeply. “It’s… a long story…”

-

There was only a moment’s hesitation before Blake knocked on the door. Best to just dive straight in, and not think about it.

Weiss answered.

“First, I want to start by saying I’m sorry-”

“Uhp uhp uhp!” Weiss interrupted. She leaned back across the doorway, arms folded, eyes glaring. Blake looked down at the floor. Why was everyone so insistent on staring at her?

“Sorry’s not good enough,” Weiss continued. “You broke a promise.”

“...what?”

“You numbskull,” Weiss chided. “Don’t you remember anything? You promised next time something this big came up, you’d come to your teammates first. And did you? No. You went off galavanting who knows where without so much as a howdy-doo.”

“Excuse me?” Blake’s ears bristled.

“I really thought after last time-”

“Last time there was still a school!” Blake snapped. “Last time my ex-boyfriend didn’t threaten to destroy everyone I loved just to get to me!”

“I’m not saying you didn’t have perfectly legitimate reasons,” Weiss conceded. “But you still should have come to your team first.”

“What team!? You were gone too!”

“I didn’t have a choice!” Weiss retorted, face flushing. She looked away. “At least… it didn’t feel like I did…”

The two stood in awkward silence, neither wanting the conversation to continue. Blake let out a small cough.

“...didn’t you have some sort of... planned apology for me?” Weiss finally mumbled.

“Right…” Blake said. “Umm… I guess I went about this all wrong. I should have told you… anything really.”

“It’s not like I managed much better,” Weiss said.

Blake looked up at Weiss, and the two exchanged a small smile.

“So… do you forgive me?”

“Only if you forgive me,” Weiss replied.

Blake nodded. “Of course I do!

Weiss chuckled daintily.

“So…” said Blake, “...hugs?”

“Pass.”

“Thank god.” Blake breathed a sigh of relief. She turned to leave.

“Have you talked to Yang yet?” Weiss called.

“I was just about to.”

“You really hurt her you know,” Weiss said quietly.

Blake’s ear twitched. “I- I know.”

And with that, Weiss closed the door.

-

Blake stood before the door that marked the entrance to Yang’s room. Even though they were materially identical, this door somehow seemed a lot thicker than Weiss’ had. Blake tapped her foot impatiently.

Come on numbskull she thought. Just knock. What are you afraid of? That you won’t be forgiven? That she hates your guts now? That she never wants to see you again? So what? You still need to do this. She deserves an explanation. So just raise. Your. Hand. And. Knock.

Blake stood there for another five minutes.

You know who I haven’t apologized to yet? Jaune. I bet Jaune was really hurt when I left. I should go talk to him. Just in case.

-

“Blake?” Sun called. “Blake?! Dinner’s almost ready! You should really come down!” Sun made it to the top of the stairs and turned down the hall. There he found Blake, sitting toward the end of the corridor, opposite Yang’s door. She appeared to be lost in thought.

“Good, there you are!” Sun said, making his way over to her. “Dinner’s almost ready.”

“I heard you,” Blake said. She didn’t move.

Sun paused. “Umm… want me to get Yang? Everyone’s been waiting for her too. I’ll just-” He made a move toward the door.

“NO!” Blake snapped.

“O-okay,” Sun stammered. “I guess I won’t tell her food’s waiting.”

Blake sighed and buried her head in her arms. Sun sat himself down next to her.

“Hey, are you okay?”

“Peachy,” Blake growled.

“I heard some of what was going on,” Sun said. “Apparently you spent the whole day apologizing to everyone?” “Not everyone…”

“Let’s see,” Sun began to count on his fingers. “Ruby, Weiss, Jaune, Nora, Ren, Crow, and then that Oscar kid like twice.”

“The first time was for Ozpin,” Blake explained. “The second time was for confusing Oscar.”

“But not Yang?”

“No,” Blake blushed. “Not Yang.” Sun could be infuriatingly insightful at times.

“Are you afraid she’s gonna punch you?”

“What? No!” Blake shot Sun a glance. “Well, maybe a little…”

Sun shrugged. “I mean, I’d be.”

“It’s just,” Blake sighed. “I really hurt her, you know? I mean like really hurt her. Adam cut her arm off because of me. How do you even start to apologize for that?”

“You think she really blames you for that?” Sun asked.

“I mean yeah of course!” scoffed Blake. “Who wouldn’t?”

“I’m pretty sure Yang blames Adam for cutting her arm off. Not you,” Sun smirked.

Blake opened her mouth to argue, but no words came out. Sun’s reasonable statement had somehow cut through all of the perfectly good paranoid delusions she’d been building for the past few hours. It irritated her.

“Listen,” Sun said, apparently done waiting for Blake to invent an argument. “You don’t have to apologize now. How about we grab dinner and then work it out together once our bellies are stuffed?”

Blake smiled and surrendered. “Fiiine,” she said. “I guess that’s-”

The door burst open.

“Yang!” Sun jumped a solid five feet off the ground. “I-I-I was just coming to get you!” he stammered.

Blake starred up at the hot-headed blonde, transfixed with horror. Yang’s face was contorted with rage, her eyes ablaze, fists clenched. And she was staring directly. At. Her.

Blake tried to speak. Her mouth opened and shut like a goldfish, but the words she’d spent all afternoon practicing failed to arrive. All she managed as a croaking “I want”.

“So.” Yang said. “You can’t even apologize without avoiding me.”

Sun raced forward, putting himself between Yang and Blake. “I-I-I’m sure Blake was just…”

“Just what? Planning to apologize tomorrow? Or next week perhaps? When should I pencil you in? I have a very busy schedule you know.” Yang shoved Sun aside like he was made of paper, eliciting a small yelp. Yang marched toward Blake, her gaze boring a hole through her skull. Blake’s eyes darted back and forth, instinctively searching for some means of escape. Why did everyone insist on staring at her?

Blake took a deep breath and steadied herself. It was now or never.

“First, I wanted to start by saying I’m sorry.”

“Oh no you don’t,” Yang snarled. “Two can play at this game.”

Yang brought her hands up to her ears and covered them.

“Umm…” Blake paused. “Yang? What are you doing?”

“LALALALALAAAAAA! Hmmm? I’m sorry, what’s that? Can’t hear ya,” Yang said mockingly.

Blake’s eyes narrowed. “Are you serious right now?”

Yang gave Blake a wide, shit-eating grin, then turned down the hall to leave.

“Yang this is really immature-” Blake stopped. Her eyes widened. In the heat of the moment she hadn’t noticed, but now it was impossible to miss. Yang’s right ear was being covered by a yellow painted metal hand.

“Yang!” Blake said, momentarily forgetting herself in her excitement. “Your arm!”

“LALALAAA! Still can’t hear you!” Yang called back. “I’m avoiding you! Get it?! Like how you avoided me?! See how you like it!” With that, Yang disappeared down the stairs.

Blake’s ears twitched.

“Blake?” Sun came up behind her, nursing the bruise forming on his right shoulder.

“We are not letting her get away with this,” Blake growled.

“Oh no…”

“Come on,” Blake beckoned, and the two raced for the dining hall.

-

“So, you’re a Faunus?”

Half of the teams JNPR and RWBY were sitting at the dining table, along with Oscar, Ilia, and Blake’s parents. As usual, Jaune felt the unfortunate need to fill the silence.

“...yes…” said Ilia, as evenly as she could manage.

“But you don’t look like a Faunus…”

“JAUNE!” Nora snapped. Jaune flinched. She glared at him. “Leader or no, I will smack you into the stratosphere.”

“Whaat? It’s a perfectly legitimate line of inquiry!” Jaune whined.

“STRA-TO-SPHERE,” Nora repeated. She turned and smiled politely at Ilia. “I’m so sorry about him. He’s an idiot.”

“O-oh,” Ilia stammered. “It’s fine. Really. Thank you.”

A few blessed moments of silence followed.

“Oh cool!” Jaune exclaimed. “Look guys, she turned pink!”

At that precise moment, the only thing that saved Jaune from certain obliteration was the arrival of Yang, hands firmly planted in her ears and singing loudly. And badly.

“Yang?!” Weiss exclaimed.

“Oh no,” Ruby moaned. “Please no.”

Before anyone could ask, Blake slid into the dining room, with Sun hot on her heels.

“AH HA!” Blake exclaimed triumphantly. “You can’t keep plugging both ears and eat at the same time! Game over Yang!”

Yang gave Blake a defiant glare, sat in one of the empty seats, dipped her head into the bowl of hot soup in front of her, and proceeded to slurp as loudly as possible.

“I cannot begin to describe how disgusted I am right now,” Weiss said.

“What’s happening?” Oscar whispered to Ruby.

“Yang’s upset at Blake for leaving,” said Ruby miserably. “So she’s pretending not to hear us to get back at her.”

“Seriously?” Oscar looked skeptical.

“Do you have any siblings?” Ruby asked.

“No-”

“Then you wouldn’t understand.”

Blake clenched her fists. Before she was afraid. Now she was just infuriated. “You’re being ridiculous!” she shouted.

“Whash tha?” Yang sputtered through mouthfuls of soup. “I shtill cah ear oo!”

“AAARGH!”

Ren emerged from the kitchen carrying a steaming platter of rice balls. “Hey everyone, I hope you’re ready for the main-”

Without thinking, Blake reached back, grabbed a rice ball, and hurled it across the table. It smacked directly into Yang’s cheek with a satisfying smack, splattering hot sticky rice all across her face and...

...hair.

Yang dropped her hands.

“-course.” Ren finished.

Yang grabbed a length of her hair and observed the mess entangled within. Her eyes began to glow red.

Ilia began to stand up from her chair but felt Sun’s hand on her shoulder. “Easy now,” he advised, looking pointedly at the Belladonnas who also looked about ready to fight.

“But we can take her,” Ilia seethed, glancing at Yang.

“Maybe. If it were all five of us. But first, you’d have to get through her.” Sun pointed at Nora. Nora was leaning menacingly over the table, the faint hum of electricity buzzing around her and a come-try-it glare plastered across her face.

“So,” Sun continued. “Faunus and human, let’s all try to get along. Shall we?”

Ilia sunk back into her chair with a huff. “I could take you,” she shot at Nora. “Just to be clear.”

Nora winked. “I’d love to see you try.”

Ilia tried very hard not to turn pink again.

“Should we do something?” Weiss whispered to Ruby.

“As team leader, I say the best option is not to take sides,” Ruby said.

“And let them kill each other?” Weiss replied.

“...maybe?”

Weiss shrugged. “Works for me.”

“There,” Blake said, looking at anyone but Yang. “Now, I believe I was in the middle of apologizing.”

“OH, YOU’RE GOING TO BE SORRY!” Yang screamed. She lunged across the table, spilling various foodstuffs all across the tablecloth, much to Ren’s dismay. Even with the aid of her semblance, Blake only barely managed to escape Yang’s first attack. Her afterimage shattered, leaving Yang to punch a solid crater into the plaster wall behind it.

“Yang please!” Blake said, holding up her hands and circling back around to the table. “I don’t want to fight you!”

“COULDA FOOLED ME!” Yang snarled. Her next attack came even closer, shattering yet another afterimage and splitting the table in two with a loud crack.

“Right,” said Ruby. “Time to go.”

The diners filed out of the room quickly and into the kitchen, leaving the two combatants to sort things out.

“Yang, please,” Blake tried one last time.

“NO!” Yang shouted. “I’M DONE WAITING FOR YOU TO GROW UP!” She threw another punch. Another after image shattered.

“Grow up?!” Blake snorted. “You’re the one acting like a child!”

“THAT WAS TO PROVE A POINT!” Punch. Shatter.

“Which was what exactly?!” Punch. Shatter. “WOULD YOU STOP THAT AND LET ME APOLOGIZE?”

“Go on then!” Yang said through labored breaths. “Apologize! That’s what you’ve been practicing all day, isn’t it?!���

Blake dove under one of the broken table halves, taking a moment to catch her breath and collect her thoughts.

“I’m sorry Yang,” she started. “I’m sorry I’m what lost you your arm.”

“I DON’T CARE ABOUT THAT IDIOT!”

“DON’T CALL ME AN IDIOT!” Blake shot back. The table above her splintered, giving way to Yang’s prosthetic fist. Blake screamed and shuffled back across the floor. The rest of the table shattered, leaving only an angry Yang poised before Blake. Again with the staring. Blake could feel her eyes starting to water. She swallowed her feelings and stood.

“I’m sorry Yang,” she continued. “I’m sorry I got you hurt.”

“You didn’t get me hurt!” Yang shouted. “I’m a huntress! Injuries happen! It’s part of the damn job!”

Yang lunged forward. Blake rolled out of the way, leaving behind another copy to fall at Yang’s hands. Blake was growing tired. She couldn’t keep dodging for much longer. Then again, Yang wasn’t looking so hot either.

Yang continued. “I’m UPSET because I haven’t heard a word from you since Beacon! I’m ANGRY because you left without saying goodbye! I’m FRUSTRATED because after taking a bullet for you, you’d rather run than thank me! I’m DEVASTATED because you thought I wouldn’t be grateful to you for SAVING MY LIFE!”

“....what?”

Punch. Shatter. Punch. Shatter. Punch. Shatter.

“You saved me Blake” Yang said. “I messed up, and if you hadn’t been there... Adam would have killed me for sure.”

“I…” Blake was drawing a blank.

Yang was sniffling now. “And I waited. I WAITED Blake. I waited then just like I waited today. And STILL you avoided me! Do I scare you that much?!”

“No, Yang!” Blake said, choking down her tears. “It’s not that! I had to leave! Adam was going to-”

“What?!” Punch, shatter. “What could Adam POSSIBLY have done?”

“HE SAID HE WAS GOING TO DESTROY EVERYONE I LOVED!”

For the first time, the two paused. Blake caught her breath and dared to look up. Yang was standing over her, fist raised but held steady. The red had faded from her eyes.

“Starting with you,” Blake continued. “He said he was going to destroy everyone I loved, starting with you. I had to leave. To protect you. I couldn’t let him… he’d already taken your arm. I couldn’t stand to let him take more.”

“So you weren’t running,” said Yang slowly. “You were protecting me?”

Blake nodded.

“Bullshit.”

The blow came so fast Blake didn’t have time to leave an image behind. All she could manage was to throw herself out of the way.

“IT’S THE TRUTH!” Blake shouted. “I HAD TO-”

“You HAD to leave without saying goodbye?!”

“I… no… I-” Blake was sobbing now. “I messed up Yang! I’m sorry! I just wanted to protect you!”

Yang snorted. “I can’t believe you listened to that loser! That’s what he wanted you know, to separate you. Make you vulnerable.”

Blake composed herself. “I made a mistake Yang. You have every right to be angry at me. I understand if you won’t forgive me. But I need you to know that I’m sorry.”

“Then why did you wait outside my door for FOUR HOURS?!”

Blake saw the blow coming. Yang was getting sloppy. They both were. Even so, the force was enough to send the after image to oblivion.

“Because I’m a coward!” Blake snapped. “Is that what you want to hear?! I’m scared of Adam! I’m scared of you! I’m scared I’ve ruined team RWBY beyond repair! But most of all I’m scared of myself. I’m scared I can’t trust myself anymore because…

“...because I loved you Yang. I loved you and I still left. And if I could leave you… what in all of Remnant could I possibly fight for?”

The moment slowed to a halt. It was as if someone had enchanted the air itself to hold still. Blake became acutely aware that Yang was crying.

“Stop. Saying. That.”

“What?” Blake blinked. The spell was broken. She forced herself to look at Yang. Her eyes were glowing red again.

“STOP. SAYING. YOU. LOVE. ME.” A furious punch came rushing at Blake. Blake leaped into the air and vaulted over Yang. She heard the telltale crack of another of her images breaking.

“It’s the truth,” Blake said. She felt oddly calm now. It was the truth. Even if she hadn’t quite managed to piece all together until this moment. Of course now would be the time she realized her feelings. Life changing revelations rarely occur at convenient moments.

“STOP RUNNING! STOP LYING!” Yang screamed. Punch, shatter. Punch, shatter.

“You want me to prove it?” Blake said. “Fine.” No more running.

Blake stood still. She brought her eyes up to face Yang’s. Even through Yang’s burning rage, Blake could see tears. She felt her heart tremble. A million thoughts washed over Blake in an instant, but one rang louder and truer than all others.

This is going to hurt.

Blake braced herself.

Punch,

-

“So… what is the plan… exactly?” Weiss asked timidly. All of the houseguests were huddled up quietly on the kitchen floor, eating vermicelli, all not daring to speak a word to each other. Crow, who had never left the kitchen, had long since moved on from his flask and was now chugging the remains of a half bottle of wine.

“Simple,” he said through enthusiastic gulps. “We all pretend like we never heard any of it.”

“They were very… loud,” Ren offered.

“And emotional,” Nora added, nodding for emphasis.

“I don’t like lying,” Ruby said.

“So suck it up,” Crow retorted. “That was a private conversation, and you all are eavesdroppers and should be ashamed.”

“Not like we had much choice,” Ilia muttered, a touch of resentment creeping into her voice.

“You heard them too!” Weiss pointed out.

Crow shrugged. “What are you talking about? I didn’t hear nuthin’.”

“Blake is our daughter,” Ghira started.

“Yeah, and Yang’s my niece,” Crow snapped. “Doesn’t matter. Private. Conversation.”

Ghira gave his wife a pleading look. Kali merely took another sip of her tea. “You heard the man, dear.”

“Sun?” Oscar asked. “Are you going to be okay?”

Sun had been sitting frozen in silence for the duration of the fight. He still hadn’t touched his food. Ilia gave him a conciliatory pat on the back.

“He’ll live,” she said cheerily.

-

Yang stepped over the remains of what was once a table, expensive china, and a meal prepared to serve 13. Far from the most collateral damage she’d ever incurred.

Blake was lying on the opposite side of the room. Her face was swollen. Blood was trickling down her nose.

“Blake?” Yang said quietly. Blake didn’t answer. “Blake!”

Yang raced to her side and knelt next to her friend. “You idiot! What did you go and do a stupid thing like that for?!”

“Unnnnghhhh…”

“Oh so you are alive,” said Yang crossly. “Or did you think you could get out of this by being unconscious?”

Blake grinned. Yang noticed, to her dismay dismay, a tooth was missing. “Believe me now?” Blake managed.

“I-” Yang felt the words catch in her throat. She opted instead to hug Blake. “Idiot…”

Couldn’t think of another way to calm you down,” Blake explained. “Had to do something.”

“I wouldn’t have- ...I didn’t mean…”

Blake shrugged. It was painful. “Some fights you’re not meant to win. And I’m done running.”

“I’m sorry Blake,” Yang said.

“Sorry for what?” Blake asked.

“Punching you in the face.”

“Oh. That.” Blake struggled to her feet. Yang lifted Blake up and over her shoulder. “Guess we’re even.”

“What? No way!” Yang said. “You leaving hurt waaay more.”

“Than a punch to the face?”

“I’ve been punched before,” Yang smiled. “So kinda yeah.”

Blake smiled back. “I’m sorry too,” Blake said. “I- I did what I thought was right, but I went about it all wrong. I never meant to hurt you Yang. But I swear I will do whatever it takes to make things better.”

“Are you still scared?” Yang asked. She could feel Blake trembling.

“Terrified,” Blake answered.

“But you’re still here,” Yang said.

Blake laughed. It turned into a pained cough. “Yeah, I guess so.”

The two stood in silence for a moment. They were both too polite to notice the other was crying.

“So what now?” Blake asked.

Yang shrugged. “I don’t know about you, but I’m hungry.”

“Not really what I meant,” Blake smiled weakly.

“Blake, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I think I need some time.”

“Holy crap. Are you actually brooding right now?”

“Careful,” Yang warned. “I could still drop you.”

“Fair point,” said Blake, but she saw the playful look in Yang’s eye.

“You’re my friend Blake,” Yang said. “You’re- my best friend. I love you. At this point? I don’t think anything could change that.” Blake felt her heart leap in her chest. “But yeah,” Yang continued. “Time, I think.”

“Works for me,” Blake replied. “Cool arm, by the way. Feels just like the real thing.”

Yang couldn’t help but laugh.

-

“It’s been awfully quiet,” Weiss remarked.

It was true. There hadn’t been so much as a peep from the dining room for the past ten minutes.

Weiss tried to peek through the door. “Maybe we could-”

Suddenly, the door swung open. An exhausted Yang was supporting a badly bruised Blake, face bloodied and swollen. They were quite a sight.

Blake broke the silence. “Hey all. Is there… still food?”

Crow motioned for them both to sit and portioned them both plates of vermicelli.

“Thanks,” the two said in unison.

The little group sat in silence as the two began to eat.

Yang swallowed a mouthful of noodles. “So uhhh… you guys didn’t hear any of that, didya?”

There was a moment’s hesitation.

“Noooooooo!”

“Of course not!”

“Just a lot of thumping and banging!”

“The walls here are just s-so thick!” Ruby stammered. “Can’t hear anything that goes on, definitely not.” Ruby laughed nervously.

“Good,” said Blake. “Because it was private.”

“Yeah,” said Yang, eying Ruby dangerously. “Private.” Ruby quickly wolfed down the rest of her vermicelli.

“Umm… sweetie...” ventured Ghira.

“Yeah dad?”

“Is your face okay?”

Blake paused and felt around the bruise. “Definitely not,” she decided.

“That’s okay!” Weiss chimed in. “Jaune can fix that! He has healing powers now.”

“Huh,” said Blake. “Cool.”

“So where is he?” Yang asked.

The group glanced around the kitchen.

“Shit,” muttered Crow.

-

Nora lifted the remaining table half to find Jaune huddling underneath.

“Is- is it over?” he asked.

Nora rolled her eyes. “Come on goof. Blake needs healing and Ren made mochi for dessert.”

“Oo, mochi!”

[nialledfromfics]

Lovebug

I never thought it would come to this. I never thought in a million years that I’d be here, fitting all my things into a few cardboard boxes and cramming as much in as I could so I wouldn’t have to make more than one trip. So I wouldn’t have to come back here and see his face. His beautiful sweet face, the face that I had taken one look at two years ago and fell into the deepest love I had ever known. No. I couldn’t, I wouldn’t let myself think about him. Think about the life we had shared together. The life that he had made feel safe and comfortable. No. He had invited me into this life, he had made this life what it was. It was his decision in the end. His choice. It was always his choice. And this is what he chose.

“You have no idea what you’re doing, do you, Niall?” I gently scoffed at him as I stood against the kitchen counter, arms crossed and watching my boyfriend attempt to make the pasta that he had so clearly boasted was the best in the whole universe.

He turned his head slightly to give me a bit of an eye roll. “Shut up, babe, I know what I’m doin’,” he quickly snapped back, a half smirk playing on his face.

I huffed out a shallow breath at him, pursing my lips as I shook my head. It was our first night together after I had officially moved into his flat. Spending the earlier part of the day moving in all of my things, we unpacked what we could, the entire thing seeming to be a lot more time consuming then I had expected. Twisting my head to look behind me past the half wall of the kitchen island, my eyes sprinkled over the boxes that still laid everywhere throughout the living area. I had gotten more than frustrated earlier, completely giving up on the unpacking just barely an hour into it as it became vastly apparent that I had no idea where to put my things; where my half of the closet would start or which side of the cabinet in the bathroom I should use. It was all so overwhelming and even though Niall insisted that this was no longer just his place, but mine too, I couldn’t shake the uncomfortable feeling of still being just a guest.

I quietly shifted my body around, placing my hands flat against the countertop and dropped my head. Closing my eyes, I took in a long deep settling breath and just as I went to turn back around and face the man I loved, I felt the slide of rough fingertips as they lightly brushed the hair away from the base of my neck. “Lovebug, what’s the matter? You okay?” he softly whispered against my skin, his lips pressed gently to the curve of my neck. Resting his big hands at my hips, his fingers gathered at the slight give of my t-shirt, twisting into the soft material. I breathed out a smile, the inviting warmth of his body and the assured steadiness in his voice, always being able to calm me down.

Easing back around to face him, I swung my arms up over his shoulders, letting my hands dangle freely behind his head. “Yeah, nugget, I’m okay,” I told him, a smile etching over my lips.

Niall darted his blue eyes over my own, the corner of his mouth tugging up. “Good, ‘cause I wouldn’t want me girl thinkin’ this was a bad idea.” Pausing briefly, he reached up and pushed a piece of fallen hair from my face before wrapping both his arms around my waist, clasping his hands tightly behind me. “I want ya here. I want ya here with me. Always. This is where ya belong, ya know? Right here in me kitchen...in our kitchen, in me arms.” Peering up at him, his words were monumentally sweet and sincere, but it was almost felt as if he was still trying to convince me and Niall let his bright blue eyes study over my face, his brow furrowing as he waited, and hoped, that I would say something.

Breathing out a timid smile, my eyes fluttered as I tipped my chin up a bit. “Niall, this is exactly where I want to be. This is exactly where I need to be. With you,” I started to admit, lifting up a shoulder in a tiny shrug, “I just...I got overwhelmed with everything today and, I guess, I just felt like maybe you didn’t have space for me here...”

His face softened as he pulled my body closer into his. “Listen,” he whispered to me between small kisses that he began planting along my jaw, up to my ear, “I will always have space for you. In our house, in me life, in me heart, okay? Don’t ever forget that.”

I shakily nodded my head and swallowed hard, my eyes fluttering closed as I eagerly gave in to the feeling of his warm mouth on my skin. Pulling his face back to look at me, his hands reached up to cup around the sides of my jaw. Niall leaned in slightly and gently pulled me into a kiss, his mouth enveloping my bottom lip. He let his lips linger softly on mine before he slowly parted them, inviting me to do the same. My mouth fell open, his tongue easing past and I drew in a dizzying breath as he pushed his nose to my cheek, deepening the kiss even more.

Pressing his chest to mine, I could feel the thumping of his heart, pounding faster and faster and matching to the beat of my own as my hands slid up and tangled themselves in the little hairs at the nape of his neck. I melted against him, his body soft and warm and I let the teasing guide of his mouth, ease me into whatever he wanted this to be.

Slow, but passionate, his hot breath filled my mouth and I sucked him in, my lungs expanding and overflowing with the delicious taste and intoxicating scent of him. His thick fingers curled tightly around the hair that was hanging down by my face, his broad shoulders raising as he kissed me harder, pulling his stolen breath right back out from me. His tongue swept in, tasting what he could and my heart raced as his hands loosened their grip, Niall releasing my captured lips from his own, panting breaths rushing past his parted lips as he rested his forehead to mine.

“I could never forget that,” I quietly whispered into his mouth, letting out a tiny giggle.

Smiling at me, Niall dropped his hands to hang at his sides and stepped back over to the stove. He grabbed a small spoonful of the pasta sauce and he carefully walked back over towards me, bringing it up to my mouth. “Have a taste. Tell me what ya think….”

Parting my lips for him, he slid the spoon into my mouth and I slurped off the sauce. My eyes went wide. It was good. Really good. “Wow,” I commented, covering my mouth with my hand as I swallowed and shot my stare up to his, “that tastes amazing, babe!”

He burst out a chuckle, one that sounded a bit too smug if you would’ve asked me. “Told ya!”

“Mmm, good food and a good man...I could get used to this…”

He tossed the dirty spoon into the sink with a hearty laugh before reaching out to cradle his palms around my jaw. Leaning back in, Niall placed another soft kiss to my lips, tasting some of the sauce that was left there. I let a bitten smile ease across my mouth as my stare danced with his.

Quirking a brow, Niall’s lip curled into a smirk. “I love you, bug. Forever.”

This was absolutely ridiculous. There was no way everything was going to fit into these boxes. Too much crap. It was all crap. Nothing even mattered anymore. I tossed the sweater that was in my hands to the ground. “Stupid fucking sweater!” I grumbled to myself as I slunk down to the floor, my knees pulling to my chest and my back leaning against the frame of the bed. This bed. This bed that I had shared with him for the past year. This bed where every single day he had made me feel safe and beautiful and sexy. Where he cuddled me and held me close. Where he had played with me and touched me. Where he had fucked me and made love to me...

“Niall....Ni-...stop!” I whined out with a slight giggle. He had me pinned to the bed, his thick body straddling my bare thighs as his fingers playfully tickled all along my ribs. He knew my most sensitive spots, which ones would make me moan or, in this case, die of laughter, and he never failed to get a little tickle or jab in whenever he could.

“I’m not gonna stop ‘til ya ask me nicely, young lady…”

I rolled my eyes at his absurd request. “Niall, come on. It’s not funny anymore…”  

I tried holding in my laugh, but a small squeak slipped out, Niall biting on his lip as he went to tickle me even more. Not realizing his own strength, he dug his finger a little too deep into my ribs. “Ouch!” I yelped, my face scrunching up in pain.

“Oh shit, bug,” he said, slipping his hands from my sides as he peered down at me with a slightly worried brow, “I’m sorry....”  Leaning himself over me, his blue eyes drifted over my face, watching the distress fade in and out as I let out a tiny huff. He reached over, his fingers jittering a bit as he brushed his thumb across my cheek, his face scrunching up to mimic my pain. “You okay, babe? I didn’t mean it...really…”

I breathed out a smile, flicking my eyes up to his. “Yeah, nugget, I’m okay.”  Shifting my hand to my side, I began to rub at the sore spot that was forming between my ribs.

Niall quickly reached his hand down to cover my own. “Here, let me do it…” he offered with a soft voice as he flashed me a smile. Giving him a sigh, Niall eased his body down my thighs so he could carefully lift up the front of my tank top. His one hand splayed out against my tummy and he bent down, placing soft sweet kisses along my ribs, concentrating on the one red sore spot that he had created.

“Does that feel better?” he asked, tilting his head up slightly to catch my stare.

“Yes, much better. Thank you.”

Placing his mouth back at the warmed skin of my chest, he let out a low hum as he slowly kissed his way along my ribs to the valley of my bared breasts. His big hands wandered up my sides, pushing my tank up and over my head as I raised my arms to help him ease it off. Running his touch along the length of my arms, his hands found mine and he intertwined our fingers, his head dipping back down to lick the under swell of my breast. My chest rose as I sucked in a choppy breath; the feeling of his wet tongue gliding over my breast and circling my nipple as he tenderly sucked it into his hot mouth sent unreserved shivers down my spine. The air in the room began to feel stuffy, like I almost couldn’t breathe, with every pass of his mouth over my skin as the heat and the wetness between my legs started to grow.

Niall moved his lean body and placed his knee between my legs, using it to spread me open as he nestled himself into the awaiting space. Letting go of my hands, he sat himself back on his heels, his heavy lidded eyes scouring over my body. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful, bug, ya know that?” he whispered out to me, his gaze darting with my own. “The most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

He always seemed to know the things to say to make me blush, to make the heat rise to my face and prickle across the flesh of my cheeks, and this time was no different. “Niall…” I breathed out with a shy smile. I was never one to take compliments very well.

“What?” he quickly shot back, his brows crinkling. “You are! You’re gorgeous, baby! Your body is so fuckin’ fit...I-…god, I can’t believe I get to touch ya…”

Swallowing hard at his words, I scraped my teeth across my bottom lip. “I want you to touch me,” I sweetly whispered, subtly lifting my hips up off the bed towards him. He smirked down at me and raised a brow, a bit of playful amusement etching across his face as he reached out and hooked his fingers into the waistband of my underwear, gently tugging them over my hips. Dragging them down the length of my legs and tossing them to the side, he hopped up off the bed to rid himself of his own clothes, dropping them on the floor at his feet. I watched with big eyes and a racing heart as he climbed back onto the bed, the mattress sinking slightly from his weight and positioned himself right back to where he needed to be, to where I wanted him to be, between my legs.

Placing his warm palms at my bent knees, he softly slid his big hands up the length of my body, every inch of me trembling as he trailed over my curves and dipped into the valleys, Niall ending his exploration as he pushed my arms above my head. Hovering himself above me, our hazy stares locked as he reached down between our bodies and slipped two of his fingers along my slit. My breath hitched in my throat at the intense sensation and my body reacted with a jolt, Niall smiling down at me as he clearly enjoyed how he was making me feel. Slowly circling my clit a few times with his thumb, he wrapped his fingers around his swollen length and wiped my leaking juices along his shaft.

My teeth sunk down into my bottom lip as my stare fawned over his face, watching the sweat start to bead up along his hairline. He looked so beautiful and all I wanted to do was feel him inside me. Lining himself up at my entrance, a gasp eased past my parted lips as Niall slowly pushed himself all the way inside. My head tipped back into the bed in a low whine, my eyes fluttering close as his thickness stretched against my walls, Niall burying himself deep. He leaned down, a kiss being placed to my chin before he traced his mouth over my jaw to my lips. Running his hands back up the length of my arms, he found my fingers with his again and gripped tight as his mouth teased me with light open mouth kisses. His hips began to move, his thrusts slow and drawn out, letting me feel every part of him that was inside me. The feeling of him filling me so completely, my center stretching around him as his thick body pressed to mine, it was all so intense, so perfect, I couldn’t help but moan into his mouth and squeeze my fingers around his.

His thrusts got deeper as he heard the sounds he was eliciting from me, his breaths staggered and rough and he slipped his lips from mine, trailing his mouth down to my neck to gently suck and nip at the sensitive skin. Letting go of my hands, his one found my bared hip as the other tangled itself into my hair, cupping around my head to give him more leverage to bury himself as far into me as I could take him. I cried out, my chest rising with my held breaths as I felt him hit right at the spot, that special little spot inside me that only he knew how to work so perfectly. “You...you feel so good ‘round me, baby,” he praised with a mumble, his lips never losing contact with the sticky skin of my neck, “I can’t...I can’t hold it much longer...”

His words came out with a groan and he raised his head to peer down at me, his blue eyes fallen dark and heavy with lust. “I need ya to come for me, okay, love? Can ya do that?” he asked me, his hips still rolling against mine as he continued to make love to me. “Can ya do that for me?”

Gazing up into his face, I shakily nodded my head, unable to form any coherent words as the feeling of his perfect cock slipped in and out of me. My hands reached up and grasped into the dark hair at the back of his head, holding his trembling sweat coated body against my own. He was so beautiful, the most beautiful man I had ever laid eyes on and all I wanted was to drown myself in the way that he looked in that one single moment. The light sheen of sweat that covered his forehead and the tiny pieces of dark fringe that was sticking to it. His face had gone a bright pink, flushed and mottled with red and his pouty lips were wet and swollen with kisses. I felt myself clench around him as I stared up at him, that feeling, the one we were both waiting for, starting to spark like a wildfire in my lower tummy.

Niall let a half smirk slid over his lips, feeling my body reacting him before he leaned his head down and put his mouth right to my ear. “You’re such a good girl for me,” he breathed out, his fingers digging into my clammy skin and his hot breath swarming across the side of my face, “taking me so well. I wanna feel ya come, baby. I wanna see ya and hear ya come for me...”

Leaving his naughty words pulsing through my ear, he raised his head back up, his hips pushing himself deeper into me right as I felt my orgasm wash over my body. My eyes pinched shut and I clenched tight around him, my trembling thighs clasping to his hips as I tried to control the involuntary shaking that had overtaken my entire body. A loud moan spurt past my lips and Niall quickly leaned down, smashing his mouth to mine and swallowing every ounce of my broken cries. My fingers dug into his scalp as he pushed harder and deeper into me, his knuckles turning white on my hip as I continued to pulse around him. I came against his lips, his kisses whisking away the whimpers of his name and it was only a few more thrusts before he buried himself as deep into me as he could, finally releasing inside me.

Breaking our heavy kiss, I stared up at him, watching as he squeezed his eyes tight as a long drawn out groan left his parted mouth. Both our bodies were heaving, the wild passion of what we had just done saturating the air around us as we laid there together, struggling to catch our breaths. He didn’t pull out, just let himself go soft inside me as both his large hands cradled around my head, his fingers lightly brushing the mess of hair out of my face. I swallowed hard, my eyes fluttering from the unstoppable heat that was still coursing through my weakened body before I felt Niall lean down and rest his forehead to mine. Locking eyes with him, I slowly breathed him in, relishing in that musky oh-so familiar scent that I loved as he huffed out a small chuckle.

I smiled out a giggle in response, Niall softly pressing his lips to mine again as he faintly whispered into the kiss. “I love you, bug. Forever.”

Reaching up behind my head, I grabbed at the spare blanket that was laying across the end of the bed and leaned forward a bit, wrapping it around my body and enclosing myself in the familiar warmth of it. It was his blanket, his favorite blanket. One that I had gotten him for his birthday the year before. A green and white derby blanket complete with the ram logo and his name monogrammed on it. It was incredibly soft and it smelled so much like him. Too much like him. Digging my nose into the folds of the material, I closed my eyes and breathed him in. God, that smell. That sweet scent of his expensive cologne, the muskiness that settled in on his skin after it had worn away by the end of the night and the freshness of his shampoo after he had just gotten out the shower. It was all there.

Looking up, I let my eyes glance around the room. Pictures of the both of us adorned the walls, the dresser top and even the nightstand. Happy pictures. Memories. One of us at the first derby game he had taken me to. Big, bright open mouthed smile on his face. His team lost that day, but he didn’t care. Still a happy little peach because all he wanted to do was share it with me. Another one that I had taken of him and Theo last Christmas. He sure did love that little guy.

My stare quickly shot to the picture on the dresser, my favorite picture, my favorite memory. It was first time he taken me back home. His home in Ireland. Bringing me there was serious for him, for us as a couple. It meant it was real, it meant that I really was something more to him. He had taken me out to his favorite little pub that night to meet all of his friends, essentially to show me off. I didn’t mind, Niall was so proud to be with me and I was proud to be with him.

And it was within those last moment that we were leaving the pub, both of us a little tipsy and my stomach hurting from all the laughter, that it was the first time he ever told me how he really felt. It was the first time he had ever said it. Those three words. I love you.

Feeling the tears start to well in my eyes, I swiped my fingertip underneath and sniffed them back. No. I pushed myself up to my feet, throwing the blanket back on the bed. I am not going to do this. I am stronger than this. I am not going to completely fall apart because of this boy. No. I am not going to let him do that to me again.

“How could you, Niall…how could you do this to me?”

The hot tears were already filling up the corners of my eyes and I struggled with swallowing past the huge lump that had formed at the back of my throat. “I gave you everything. I did everything I was supposed to do, everything that you wanted!” I was yelling, so loud, I was yelling, the anger pulsing through me as I stood in our kitchen facing him. Facing this man, no, this boy, that was right in front of me, just staring. Just staring and listening. Not even arguing back, not even denying because he knew I was right, he knew he messed up.

I watched his big blue eyes start to water, his little lips turning down at the corners. Taking a small step forward, he reached out towards me. “Lovebu-“,

“No!” I screamed, backing away from his touch, “Don’t you dare call me that! You are never allowed to call me that again!”

I felt my chin begin to tremble and I dropped my face into my cupped palms, just letting the wet tears fall down the sides of my cheeks. I have never felt this kind of pain in my entire life, the kind of pain that felt like my heart was being ripped straight from my chest and shattered to a million pieces right at my feet. I couldn’t breathe, the room feeling as if it were spinning out of my control, like I was on some kind of carnival ride but the only thing that was playing in my mind was that thoughts of them. Of him and her....together.

My feet stumbled underneath me and he reached out as he tried to catch me. “Don’t fucking touch me!” I told him, shaking my shoulders to release myself from his grasp, “Don’t ever touch me.”

Niall retracted his hands and I slowly looked up at him. His eyes were blood red, swollen and puffy and his lips trembling as he swallowed back his tears. “You did this, Niall,” I continued through gritted teeth, pointing a finger at him, “you did this to us. You broke us. You made us into exactly what we never wanted to be. I am so fucking pissed off, Niall. I’m so pissed off and so hurt. So incredibly hurt...” I reached up and wiped my palm across my tear-soaked cheek.

He just stared at me, his glassy eyes roaming across my face as he stayed quiet, almost as if he was afraid to say anything back. “I’m so sorry...” he finally mumbled out to me, his voice so faint I barely caught it.

Furrowing my brow, my mouth fell open. “You’re ‘sorry’? Really, Niall, that’s all you have to say to me? That you’re sorry? You fucking broke my heart...” I pulled in a shaky breath and flicked my eyes to the floor, my head shaking in disbelief, “I loved you…so much”.

“Loved?”

Glancing back up at him, I watched as his brows slowly knit together, his pink lips parting slightly as he tried to untangle my words. He looked pitiful, so completely sad and it made my heart hurt even more just looking at him. I licked across my lips and I rolled my stare from his. “Yes, Niall, loved,” I whispered back to him.

I crossed my arms over my chest as he took a step closer to me. Slowly reaching out, he placed his hands at the bend of my elbows, my chin trembling again as I kept my stare away from his. I didn’t shake him off, not that time but as I felt his fingertips pressing lightly into the crook of my arms, I suddenly started to feel sick to my stomach. Finally raising my eyes back up to meet his, I desperately searched his face for answers. “Why?” I squeaked out, crinkling my brow, “Why would you do this to me? To us, Niall? I mean, did...did I do something–”

“No! Baby, you didn’t do anythin’ wrong,” he told me, cutting off my words. “I’m fuckin’ stupid okay? Stupid and selfish. I fuckin’ messed up, baby and I am so sorry. I am so so sorry.” The tears began to well up in the brims of his eyes and I fought off the urge to collapse to the floor in sobs. “I never meant to hurt ya. I wasn’t thinkin’, alright? I was drunk. And...and I know that’s not an excuse but…”

“That doesn’t make it okay, Niall,” I whispered to him, my voice unsteady on my tongue, “nothing can make this okay.”

“I know, I know...”

Swallowing back his emotions, I felt his thumb swipe along my cheek, brushing away at a single tear that had managed to escape and roll down my skin. “Nothing can fix this, Niall. Nothing can make this better–”

And without warning, his lips were pressed to mine. My shoulders slumped as I slowly uncrossed my arms, my hands immediately grasping at his sides to let my fingers fist into the soft material of his t-shirt. I let him kiss me, kiss me hard and kiss me deep, his lips begging me for the only forgiveness he knew how to ask for. And without wanting to, I gave in, I melted into him. His pretty little lips on mine brought back every good feeling, every wonderful thought that we had ever had between us. It made me remember all the amazing things that we had shared; every touch, every laugh, every loving gaze that floated between us. And I let the thoughts consume me, take over me until I could barely think on my own.

Feeling his one hand cup the back of my head, he pressed my body into his as he deepened the kiss, his other arm wrapping itself tightly around my waist. His breath was so warm, his taste so sweet on my lips, I had almost forgotten what had happened moments before this very kiss. 

This very kiss. 

Kiss.

My mind began to go into a frenzy, the thoughts swirling and tugging at every part of me. Had he kissed her? Did he kiss her like he was kissing me? With this much passion? Did he have his hands wrapped around her body, his fingers tangled in her hair and his warm tongue sweeping in her mouth...

Shooting my eyes open in a gasp, my hands flung up to his chest and I shoved him, his feet stumbling against the tiled floor as I ripped myself from his embrace. “Don’t fucking do this, Niall! I screamed at him, shaking my head as the tears slid down my face, “You can’t fix things with a fucking kiss. Not when your mouth and your hands were all over her!”

Brushing past him, I quickly grabbed my phone off the kitchen island and turned back to look at him. “You did this, Niall. You ruined us. I can’t even stand to fucking look at you,” I barely choked out between my sobs, “knowing that you were touching her the way you touch me. That you looked at her the way you look at me. It makes me fucking sick!”

He just stood there as I continued to yell, a look of pure devastation and heartbreak on his face. His blue eyes wide and his mouth hanging open, but he didn’t dare say a word. “I gave you everything in me that I had over the last two years. I loved you more than I have ever loved anyone else in my life and you threw it away like it was nothing!” I spit out, shaking my head at him, “I waited for you every time you left, every time you went away. I was patient. I was there for you. I made sure you were always happy and satisfied. You were my life, Niall and I thought I was yours.”

“You are...”

“Not anymore.”

Turning my back to him, I shuffled out of the kitchen, rounding the corner at the end of the hall as I headed towards the bedroom. Just as I went to slam the door behind me, I heard his gravelly voice, broken with tears, speak up from the other room.

“I love you, bug. Forever.”

I had finally gotten as much stuff as I could packed away in the few boxes that were littered across the bedroom floor. Using the packing tape to secure them closed, I had just finished taping the last box when I heard the front door slam. Oh god. No. He isn’t supposed to be back here until I am gone. What is he doing here? Ugh, this is so like him.

Pushing myself up to my feet, I threw the tape roll down onto the bed and rushed out of the bedroom, hurriedly making me way towards the living room before catching sight of him standing in the small foyer. “What are you doing here, Niall?” I questioned him, my eyes narrowing as I hooked my hands on my hips, “You weren’t supposed to come back until you saw that my car was gone.”

Reaching up to anxiously scratch through the back of his dark hair, he shuffled on his feet a bit. “I thought maybe I could help ya move some boxes...”

“I don’t need any of your help,” I quipped with a biting tone.

Niall let out a frustrated huff. “Look, bug-…look, I’m just tryin’ to do the right thing here...” he said, lifting a hand out towards me.

“Yeah, well, you should’ve done the right thing two weeks ago and not fucked somebody else.”

The words stung over my tongue as they left my lips, my heart plummeting to the pit of my stomach. It was still so hard to even think about, let alone say out loud, what he had done. My eyes fluttered as I stared at him and he slightly nodded his head in silent response, his tongue darting out to lick across his lips. A little nervous habit of his that I had once found so endearing, now just extremely irritating.

Huffing out an annoyed sigh, I rolled my eyes and slapped my hands down to the sides of my thighs. “Fine,” I grumbled out, “just...just take them out to my car for me, okay?”

Waving my hand towards the bedroom where the boxes were sitting, I watched as he rolled his lips into his mouth and shoved his hands down in his front pockets, carefully stepping past me as he headed towards the room. A faint waft of his cologne swirled up and it quickly filled my senses and I closed my eyes for a moment, just letting one last good memory wash over me. A minute nearly passed before I heard his big feet clomping down the hallway, and I turned around just as he had rounded the corner, a stack of three huge cardboard boxes balancing in his arms. He was really struggling, almost tripping over the seam of the carpet as he stumbled his way out of the front door.

Realizing I had almost forgotten something, a curse word slipped past my lips as I rushed back towards the bedroom. I began pulling out all the drawers in the dresser, hastily rummaging through as my eyes searched over the neatly folded piles of clothes and undergarments. I know it’s here somewhere. Glancing up at the picture of him and I that sat on top, I stopped for a second and studied it. Really looked. We had been so happy. So fulfilled, so content with our lives and none of it seemed real anymore.

I pushed out a sigh as I slammed the drawer shut and walked over to the nightstand that was by his side of the bed. I had made him sleep on the couch over the last two weeks, ever since that night that everything fell apart, so I knew that nothing in the drawer had been touched. It was just as he had left it.

Yanking the top drawer open, I began lifting papers and scooting over the junk with my hand. I was positive it was in here. Picking up an old derby paper that Niall had stuffed in the drawer, my eyes caught the sight of something that made the breath nearly choke out from my lungs. It was a blue box. A small blue box. My fingers shook as I picked it up, my lips parting as I focused down at the tiny package. This is not what it looks like, right? It can’t be. My stomach began to turn in on itself and I slowly lifted the top, my heart beating so fast, it felt as if it were going to burst right through my ribcage.

There it was.

I felt my chin start to tremble, my eyes not being able to rip away from the sparkle of the diamond as I heard the slight sound of a floorboard creaking right by the doorway. “I bought that a while ago,” he spoke up, his voice catching my attention, “I just wasn’t sure how to, ya know, ask ya...”

My stare fluttered with the realization of what this was, of what it could have been and I peered over at him, watching as he stood there in the doorway with his arms propped up on either side of the door frame. Looking at him, my head started to feel cloudy, my throat drying up and I tried to swallow, tried to take a step back but my knees started to give beneath me before I could even stop myself. Niall quickly rushed over to me, grabbing onto my upper arm and sliding a hand to my lower back as he gently guided me to sit down on the edge of the bed.

Plopping himself down next to me, his large hands rested on the tops of his knees. We sat there in silence for a bit, both of us just staring down at the ring that was in that tiny blue box. I didn’t even cry. I wasn’t even sure I wanted to cry. I really didn’t know how I felt at that moment if I was being honest. Hurt? Scared? Angry? All of them. None of them.

Niall pulled in a deep breath, the shallow noise breaking the thoughts that were fighting in my head. “I still would, ya know,” he mentioned quietly, nodding towards the box in my hand, “marry you...”

I shook my head at him, that single thought too much for me to even begin to comprehend. “How did our lives get to this point, Niall? To the point where…you wanna marry me and I…” I paused, my voice trailing off as I knew I couldn’t possibly finish the sentence.

“Don’t?”

Flicking my eyes up to his, it was the first time in weeks that I had looked at him, first time in weeks that I had really looked at him. His face was always so sad now, always so very sad. His eyes, once so bright and full of life, were grey and empty. His sweet face with his normally flushed cheeks, was hollowed in from his lack of appetite and his lips, the ones that used to kiss me endlessly day and night, dry and always turned down. He didn’t look like himself, just a shell of who he was, but he was still so beautiful to me and that made everything so much harder.

I let out a trembling sigh. “I just don’t know where to go from here,” I started, my voice soft as my stare trickled over his face, “I wish we could make this better, I wish..somehow we could make this work. But…I don’t know...”

Lifting up his arm, he wrapped it around my shoulder. I let my body ease into his as he used the tug of his hand to snuggle me against him, my head tucking down into the crook of his neck. It felt so comfortable, so natural for me and I closed my eyes, soaking up the reminiscent feelings of his warmth.

“I know, babe,” he huffed out, tipping his face to rest his cheek on the top of my head, “if I could go back and change it all and not be such a fuckin’ idiot, I would. In a heartbeat. I never meant to hurt ya, to hurt us, I swear it.”

Reaching up, I slung an arm over his shoulders and turned my face into his neck. My lips grazed his soft skin, the prickles of his stubble tickling my cheek as I pulled in a deep breath, his scent as intoxicating as ever. “I know, nugget,” I softly whispered against the side of his throat. I felt a kiss being placed on the top of my head, Niall squeezing me into him just a bit tighter before I slowly pulled myself away from his embrace.

Pushing up from the bed, I turned around to face him, closing the little blue box and shoving it towards him. “Here, take it,” I told him, not wanting the ring anywhere in my presence.

He gently pushed my hand away. “No, it’s yours. Keep it. I bought it for you.”

“You bought it to give to me, Niall,” I corrected him, knitting my brows, “but you didn’t get to to do that, so it’s not mine. I don’t want it.” He stared up at me, anguish and confusion playing in his eyes as I darted my stare with his. He didn’t say a word. “Fine. I’m just gonna leave it here then.”

Placing the box next to him on the bed, I spun around and stepped out of the bedroom. I heard him get up, his footsteps chasing me down the hall as I shuffled into the kitchen to grab my keys off the counter before picking my jacket up off the back of the couch.

“Don’t go!”

His words stopped me dead in my tracks. I didn’t move, frozen in fear of what I would say or do if I turned and looked into his face one last time. “I don’t want ya to go. I want ya to stay,” he softly pleaded with me, my eyes fluttering closed as he spoke, “We can try to work through this, love. I promise ya, I will never...never, ever do that to ya again. I need ya, bug, I need ya to stay with me. I’m nothin’ without you.”

Feeling the tears start to well in the brims of my eyes, I turned around, finally letting myself look at him. “Niall, I can’t stay,” I told him, fighting back my cries as I darted my stare with his, “I can’t put myself in that position. The possibility of you hurting me again, the worry that every time you leave the house, you would be with someone else! No. I can’t live like that, I’m sorry.” I couldn’t hold them off any longer, the hot tears streaming down my cheeks as I awkwardly fiddled with the jacket that was in my hands.

Reaching out towards me, he took a step forward. “Please, baby, I promise–”

“No, Niall!” I shouted, stopping him mid sentence. I couldn’t let him go on anymore, none of it would have made a difference at that point and it hurt to hear him continuing to beg me. “I...I have to go. I’m sorry.”

Turning back towards the door, I grabbed the handle and paused as I gulped back a deep settling breath. “Bye, Niall,” I called out to him, never taking my eyes off the wood plane of the front door. Swallowing hard, I cleared my throat and swung it open, stepping through.

“I love you, bug. Forever.”

Pinching my eyes shut, I attempted to hold back the rest of the tears that wanted to spill as I quietly closed the door behind me, listening as the latch clicked. It was the last time I would ever hear that sound. The sound of it being truly over. And as I began to walk down the steps and out of the building for the very last time, I let the only words I could think of, the only words I could actually feel, mumble past my lips.

“I love you too, nugget. Forever.”

[prolapsingintothemaelstrom]

Renegade (pt. 1)

Another wolf-finds-his-mate story, but I kicked it up a notch and created a whole new world around it.

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Genre: Supernatural (EXO as wolves, but more species involved in the storyline)

Word count: 4540 words

Warning: curse-words and sex references

ATTENTION! Read the prologue here: Prologue This is crucial to be able to follow the storyline as it develops, even in future chapters. Things might not make sense otherwise.

Part 1

Chanyeol took another sip from his coffee whilst he studied the markings in the syllabus in front of him and cliqued his tongue as he set down the cup on the desk. Something was wrong with the coffee since five minutes ago. It tasted different, which was odd, considering it was still the same cup he drank from ten minutes ago. He lifted his nose in the air, staring at the door that led to the lecture hall where he would be giving the first lecture of Introduction to neuroscience.

Whilst last year he only gave lectures of Neuroscience and behaviour, he was now allowed to teach the Introduction to neuroscience lecture as well. Not that that could be described as a gift. Temporary lecturers like himself were expected to accept teaching assignments just weeks before term started because all material was pre-prepared, which made the job even harder as he had to effortlessly assimilate the work of another mind. He was not allowed to make any changes to the material, not even to the messy PowerPoints he had issues with understanding himself. Why was he doing this again, he wandered off in his mind, then nodding as he remembered how he liked to shower himself with gifts from time to time that were way too expensive. His parents were still paying for the PhD program, but the pocket money he had to earn for himself.

It’s that smell, he thought looking back and forth between the door to the lecture hall and his coffee. It was that weird scent that appeared out of nowhere five minutes ago, which made his coffee taste bad. Not that it was a bad scent, but it was a very mysterious scent. So mysterious he could not even identify its origin. Was it from a human? An animal? Was it from an object? Was it a gas? He scratched his head, messing up his hair slightly, and stood up. He paced around the back-office from the lecture hall a few times, regularly staring at the door. He really wanted to know where the scent came from, but he was scared that once he’d start looking, he would not be able to stop looking until he had an answer; that would be a catastrophe considering his smell range was much larger than just the lecture hall he would be teaching in within a few minutes. He did not want to end up with his nose in one of the other Professor’s lectures while he was supposed to lecture another.  

“Two minutes”, he read his golden Rolex and his stress levels rose a little, hoping the scent would be less apparent in the lecture hall. He lifted his smartphone out of his pocket, using the front camera to check himself. Using his fingers, he combed his hair back into place and then let out a sigh remembering the awful PowerPoint he would be using today. Summer holidays really did a number on him, allowing him to forget the horrors of being a temporary lecturer. Now he was left with the feeling he had to get used to it again all over.

As he opened the door to the lecture hall and looked at the students anticipating their very first college lecture -he made no mistake, he was certain he had not instructed his brain to do so-, his eyes diverted into one girl’s direction. She was mesmerizingly beautiful. Very short after, maybe only a nanosecond later, the same girl looked into his direction and when her eyes landed on his, the mystery of the scent was solved. It hit him hard. The moment their eyes locked, her scent transformed into an exquisite perfume that could only be described as out-of-this-world divine and he swore it to be the reason his heart started racing and he felt red roses growing onto the lobes of his brain, leaving him completely numb. There was no denying it, Chanyeol had found his mate, and she was one of his students.

“Hah?”, the girl was the first one to break eye contact, turning towards her female friend that had almost scolded her for being so absent-minded as she discussed her eternal boyfriend problems, which were, quickly summarized, that she had none.

“Ya, (y/n), what are you spacing out on?!”, She scolded and with that, Chanyeol realised that not only his eyes, but also his ears, had automatically placed their focus onto her as he was listening into their conversation.

“Nothing. Just that the lecturer’s arrived”. Gosh what a beautiful voice, Chanyeol thought as he heard her slightly low-pitched, husky and breathy voice. With her head, (y/n) pointed towards Chanyeol that stood at the side of the teaching stage, most students not even aware of his presence as they were all pre-occupied with their smartphones.

“Oh. Wow. I’m enjoying this course already. That guy is HOT”. A part of Chanyeol anticipated (y/n)’s reaction to that comment, but he was taken aback when all she did was pick up her pencil and wrote something down instead, shoving the written text towards her female friend thereafter.

“Why?” Her friend looked confused after she read the piece of text. (y/n) pulled the notepad back to her, writing down another sentence or two, before pushing it on her friend’s desk again. The situation left Chanyeol confused.

“OMO!” Her friend said shocked as she read whatever she had written down this time.

“Quiet!” She shushed her and both of them stopped talking. Chanyeol noticed how (y/n) tried to divert her gaze elsewhere but him, although failed at several times, whilst her friend stared at him continuously. From the information he could gather just from her scent, he identified (y/n) a simple human, or should fate have a surprise in store for him, a witch. Other species all had their own particular scent he could not spot on her.

“Shit”, he cursed under his breath, as he felt his blood flow towards places he really did not wish for it to go now. His arousal levels were skyrocketing, one of the, at least in this case, disadvantages the peak of mating season brought with and he knew he had to move before it became obvious for all students to see through the dress pants of his blue suit. He quickly marched forward towards his teaching desk, hiding himself behind it and earning some of the other student’s attention in the process.

Relieved he was covered, another set of waves from her scent hit him. She was sitting somewhere in front of him, in the middle of the lecture hall. He wished he could just chop off his own nose right now, because not only he, but also she, was becoming aroused and he could not ignore the fragrance of her arousal. The first image that crossed his mind was how he dragged her over to the desk and fucked her right there. With that thought coming from a virgin who hadn’t even had his first kiss -he had been saving it for his mate-, one could imagine the internal battle he was fighting to stay behind his desk like a good boy.

Typical. He just had to find her during the peak of mating season. Mating season, a time period when procreation is at its highest for wolves during the year. For non-supernatural wolves, it occurs during winter so their pups would all be born at the end of spring or the beginning of summer. It was different for supernatural wolves like Chanyeol; half human, half wolf. For them, it occurs during summertime, which could not be more than natural as their pregnancies took three seasons compared to one for the non-supernatural wolves. For wolves, be them supernatural or not, mating season is a complete season in which gradually their arousal levels climbed every day. The peak was in its last few weeks.

It has always been a bit of a mystery as to why non-wolf mates were also affected with feelings of arousal during mating season. Many blame it on the invisible link between the destined mates, but no real evidence ever supported that theory; it wasn’t an easy subject to research on. Magic, unlike chemistry or biology, isn’t an exact science.

Chanyeol cleared his throat, steadying himself with one hand on the desk as he picked up the microphone. This was going to be one hell of an hour and a half.

“Hi”. Really, Chanyeol? Hi? He thought to himself; hold your shit together. He gave it another shot. “Good morning. My name is Park Chanyeol and I will be your lecturer this term for this course”. Somehow, more than half of his usual introduction got lost by the time he uttered the words. At the very least, he should have applauded himself for making it sound that self-confident despite the situation.

Whilst the students were putting away their smartphones in easy-to-reach locations, Chanyeol’s attention was completely on (y/n). He had scented her arousal levels magnify while he spoke. He chuckled thinking how she must’ve really liked his deep voice.

During the first lecture of the year, he’d usually enjoy how ninety percent of college students in his lecture would pay attention to him. Not that his teaching was bad –it was the same for all other colleagues-, but after a few weeks of college, students exponentially stop paying attention to the lecturer. In the end, most lecturers would be left with a group of only six to eight people that would always pay attention them.

“This is a course designed to introduce you to the mammalian nervous system, with emphasis on the structure and function of the human brain”. Assistant Professor Park, he heard those three words being moaned loudly by (y/n) in the back of his head, very aroused, very rejoiced as if she just reached her high. Chanyeol shook his head, trying to wave away the thoughts of her reaching her climax caused by his thrusts, trying to wave away whatever was going on in Chanyeoyeoland. “We will be discussing a variety of topics in this course such as the function of nerve cells, sensory systems, control of movement, learning and memory and diseases of the brain”.

Phieuw, Chanyeol thought, another step closer to the end of the lecture. Introducing himself: done. Introducing the course: done. Next up: Discussing more elaborately the content. This was the Introduction lecture, after all. In his mind, Chanyeol had already split up the entire course in bits and pieces so he could count down till the end of it. Never before had he wanted to leave that fast, not even back when he was a college student himself. Standing there, aroused, finding his mate he couldn’t approach right in front of him, … Life didn’t seem very generous to him in that moment.

But on the other side, he refused to leave. He refused to separate from his newly found mate. Having sought for her his entire life, he was too scared to lose her out of his sight. He was scared that if she disappeared from his irises, she would disappear for a long time again. He felt jealous about his friends, who could just walk up to their mate and have a chat. His friends that, after having had a short conversation with their mate, could ask her out, because there was a connection and chances that she’d refuse them were low. But this was different. (y/n) was his student. Whether it felt right or wrong, the entire idea still sounded awfully wrong and any girl who was in her right mind would refuse his request.

“We will begin with the study of nerve cells”. A part of him liked how her arousal levels magnified the way they did when he spoke, despite the entire arousal thing making it insufferable for him too. “Their structure, the propagation of nerve impulses and transfer –”, Chanyeol couldn’t believe his eyes and stopped mid-sentence to witness his mate stand up, out of nowhere, loudly and rushed. She went down the row, abusing many people’s knees in the process, stumbling her way out of the class, not even caring to apologize to anyone she hurt. She had acquired so much attention from other students by her unusual and abrupt action, not a single soul found his Smartphone interesting anymore.  “-of information between nerve cells, the effect of drugs on this process and the development of nerve cells into the brain and spinal cord”, Chanyeol finished his sentence slowly, as he saw her storm down the stairs and go straight through the door, leaving the lecture hall.

“Is she all right?”, he tried his best to stay in his place and not leave his desk to follow her. Considering the rush with which she had left the lecture hall, something he had never seen happen before, he allowed himself to ask her friend the question.

“Don’t worry. Small family emergency”, (y/n)’s friend spoke loudly. Chanyeol thought the excuse was odd. If it was small, then why was it an emergency? Or if it was an emergency, why did she label it small? A small family emergency, he repeated in his head, what the hell was that supposed to mean? The chances of him believing her friend were one percent. He had been keeping an eye on (y/n) the entire time, and never did she have any contact over a call or text message… So how could it be true?

He already missed her. With every second, her scent became more and more obscure, until after ten minutes, when he became unable to trace it. He wanted her back in his class. She was worth having an internal breakdown over.

   He had been pondering, ever since the idea to cry for help popped up in his head, on who to call. Although the most obvious and most experienced in mating issues, of the people he knew, were his parents, he thought he’d find it weird if they encouraged him into a relationship with one of his students. He had decided to call some of his friends first, listing the ones who had found their mate already in a specific order, decided by how helpful they’d be.

“FUCK”, Chanyeol screamed through the phone, his free hand fisting his hair in frustration.

“That’s one way to greet the friend who generously helped you this morning with your stuff that was stuck in a tree. What’s up?” The male on the other side of the call asked. His voice was the complete opposite of Chanyeol right now. Very, very relaxed.

“She’s in my class. IN MY CLASS!” he stressed.

“Who is?”  The male on the other end asked confused.

“MY MATE!”

“You found her?” Chanyeol heard the male on the other side sit up from the couch he had been laying on.

“She’s one of my students!”

“Now that’s interesting”

“What do I do?” Chanyeol panicked. “I can’t approach her, I’m her lecturer for Christ’s sake. It’s fucking mating season right now!”, Chanyeol tried to catch some breath but he just couldn’t stop freaking out about the situation. “I was THIS CLOSE to bending her over on my desk and fucking her while the other students are watching. If it weren’t for her storming out of class because of a small family emergency-“, he wondered why he was using that excuse himself, “This is a disaster! I am going insane!”

“I like her already”, the male smiled. “She sure knows when and where to make her appearance. But it’s over now, isn’t it?”

“Sehun, I have another lecture with the same group later on! I need help, NOW!”. You could hear Chanyeol’s voice echo, suggesting he had been put on speaker for some of his other friends to hear.

“Chanyeol”, Another voice spoke up.

“Joonmyeon! Why didn’t you pick up when I called you!”

“Yah, I was just a little late. I tried to call you back immediately but I got the busy tone. You were already calling Sehun”. Patience he had lost already as well. “You need to drink some wolfsbane-oil.  It’ll help you… tame… the beast”

“But I don’t have any with me!” Of course, who carries an oil around that made you weak? Chanyeol had arrived on the verge of depression. “And I can’t leave to pick it up either, by the time I’m back, I’ll be half an hour late to discuss my thesis progress with Professor Gung”

“Sehun, you bring it to him”, he heard Joonmyeon propose.

“Yah, why me? Can’t you go!”

“Most people have jobs, Sehun. I have to leave in ten minutes!” Sehun and Joonmyeon started to bicker at the other side of the phone call about who should bring it. Sehun even advised it should be Kyungsoo who should bring it to Chanyeol, but he had to keep the Soo’s Coffee House open for all the other customers that were present besides the three of them. Surpisingly, Sehun came with a suggestion.

“I’ll do it! But Chanyeol takes my shift of cleaning the witch tomb!”

“YA! I just did it for an entire month! September’s your month!”, Chanyeol protested.

“If you want wolfsbane-oil, September’s also yours”, Sehun threatened.

“You’re a dick”, Chanyeol spat. He had not much other choice. “Fine”.

“Love you too”, Sehun smiled happily.

   “Yah, be careful with that!” Sehun tried to stop Chanyeol from swallowing down that much wolfsbane-oil; it was only one swallow, but that was more than enough for a wolf to weaken drastically. Wolfsbane-oil was like poison to wolves, even the light version that Sehun brought with. Nevertheless, he was still too late with his advice and had to witness Chanyeol coughing, almost puking and dropping onto the floor in the back-office of the lecture hall. His own fault, he thought and he turned around so he wouldn’t have to witness it until he heard the suffering stopped. “You okay?” he asked as he turned around and saw Chanyeol getting up.

“Yeah, fine. Thanks”. It really was magical, how fast it worked. He felt a lot calmer, a lot more himself. Lazily, he walked over to the desk and sat himself behind his laptop.

“What’s that?” Sehun asked interested as he studied Chanyeol’s screen from over his shoulder.

“That’s her”, Chanyeol dreamed, looking at (y/n)’s photo. He had gotten into the student database. He wanted to know as much as possible about her. A huge amount of the information he had available, was confidential. He had swindled the password of one of the interims in the administration office during his short lunch break. He had good looks, using them just once to get his way couldn’t hurt, right? Karma couldn’t get to him. The pixies had pestered him enough to break the rules for once.

“She’s twenty-three? I thought since she was a bachelor student-” Sehun was immediately interrupted by Chanyeol.

“I thought so too. Age difference would’ve been huge for mates, right? She has a bizarre gap in between high school and college and there’s no justification to be found. According to the records, it’s not that she studied elsewhere, or worked, or was hospitalized, there’s really nothing”, he sat puzzled in front of her record, stealing a glance at Sehun to see if he could see clear what was going on. With his face, he portrayed well enough he didn’t get it either.

“Address… Ah, one of my old classmates moved there!” Sehun said happily. “Note it down. You can try hanging around some bars there to come across her. I know a few ones”.

“What kind of mate are you? Note it down?” Chanyeol raised an eyebrow at Sehun. “When you found Mira, didn’t you do your research either? I have it all memorized by now! Name, address, date of birth, which schools she went to, everything in this file!”, he announced proudly.

“Then why do you keep staring at it?” Sehun turned around and started walking around the office, picking up random stuff to study it up close and put it down in another place.

“Because I feel I’m missing something”, Chanyeol rested his chin on the palm of his hand, still staring at the screen. Once the screen light dimmer, he gave the mouse a little push and returned to staring.

“Stop worrying about it that much. Before you know it, you’ll know everything about her. For now, just enjoy the ride of discovery, ok?” Sehun threw a plastic mini-brain in the air and whilst he waited for it to come back down with gravity, it was already in Chanyeol’s hands.

“Soon enough… If she only does her bachelor I’ll have to wait, what, three years?” He put the mini-brain back on a shelve in the showcase cabinet. He then leaned against it, crossing his arms and worrying.

“Didn’t you say she stormed out of the lecture? Try talking to her about that. Lightly”, Sehun stressed the last word. “Don’t make her feel like you didn’t appreciate her actions. Just act worried”.

“I am worried”, Chanyeol closed his eyes remembering the urgency with which she had left the lecture hall. Although it might not have been a small family emergency, it must’ve been something very important.

“Well then”

   Neuroscience and behaviour. Unlike last lecture, this should be easy. Last year, he was also the lecturer for that course. He remembered the messy PowerPoint, he could skip his personal introduction and even better, he had tamed his wolf-side should his mate decide to show up. He had been wondering the entire day if she would return, or if he had to wait until Thursday to see her again. Nobody drops out after one day, right? She should come back?

Just three minutes until he could begin the lecture. He paced around in the office again. Would she be there in the lecture hall already? He had no idea. The wolfsbane-oil had supressed more than just his arousal. It had also supressed some of his wolf-abilities, such as his sensitive scent and hearing. He could still scent things from far away, but it was much harder to focus on a particular scent. He could still hear, but it was really hard to focus on just one conversation. Only three more weeks of mating season, then he wouldn’t have to compromise his wolf-abilities to stay sane.

And there she was. Chanyeol smiled when his eyes automatically found her in the crowd still. If he had left a bad impression on her by his nervousness last lecture, he could make up for it now. Chanyeol, are you really trying to impress her by your teaching skills? He thought to himself. It was still better than whatever had been going through his mind a few hours ago.

It was bothering him. It was bothering him hard how his hearing was so impaired by the wolfsbane-oil. (y/n) had been sitting with her best friend from earlier at her right like in the last lecture. Except in this one, she also had a boy on her left that she was chatting happily with. Where did he come from? Where did he get the right to talk to her? What did he want from her? Right at the moment he could not tune in on their conversation. Throughout the lecture, he did his best not to mind him too much. She was his mate. She couldn’t possibly fall for the other guy. They’re just friends, he waved away the temptation to slid his throat.

   “Professor Park”, she approached him, getting on the stage and holding her books close to her, slightly scared. The lecture had just ended and Chanyeol was grabbing his stuff together whilst the lecture hall was slowly emptying. It was a nice surprise to see she had grabbed her courage together and came to talk to him, he had not expected it to happen that soon. There’s a connection, after all, he nodded understandingly and his jealousy over the guy sitting next to her the entire lesson had drifted away. Chanyeol wanted to correct her on the fact that he wasn’t a Professor yet and should be called an Assistant Professor, but he let it slip for once. What good would it do if the first thing he said to his mate was meant to correct her?

“Yes, Miss?” He nodded instead, granting her his full attention. He tried to stay professional, whilst in reality, his heart was going insane. He had never been this close to her. Her scent, her aura, it was absolutely sublime. She was even more beautiful up close, her cheeks slightly flushed; for that, he had given himself the credits. She was also rather petite compared to him. He could already imagine her tiptoe to reach his lips. Gosh, she was cute.

“I wanted to apologize. For the lecture of 10am. I was the girl that left the lecture… I- I-… I’m sorry, this is going to sound like I’m an unstable emotional kid but they were going to put my dog to sleep at the vet. And I thought I was going to be fine but then I changed my mind and I had to go see him one more time”

“It’s ok”, Chanyeol laughed. So small family emergency really wasn’t a lie? “I understand. I used to have a ferret. Broke my heart when he died. Besides, your mom never mixes up your name with your dog’s?”

“No”, She rolled her eyes confused. “Why?”

“Ah”. Chanyeol took a deep breath. He thought to himself that meant her mother didn’t care as much about the dog as mothers did. Considering the situation, he decided to hold his tongue on that. “It’s just that in our brain’s, the pet is often placed in the same group as our siblings or children, and that’s why it happens that your mom says your name when she calls for your sister… or brother, and even mixes up with the dog”.

“I wouldn’t know. I don’t have any siblings”, she looked down at the floor, fiddling with her fingers.

“Anyways… I’m just saying it’s completely normal to mourn him… or her. Pets are as much as a family member”, he smiled comfortingly at her. (y/n) looked down, her hair falling in front of her face shyly.

“Thank you”, she said and she tilted her left foot nervously to make it stand on its tip.

There was a moment of silence. Just standing that close to her was more destressing than any masseuse could make him. With the wolfsbane-oil supressing his sexual frustrations, saner desires came to mind: holding her hand, hugging her, kissing her, laying with his head in her lap, making their noses touch. He wanted to be the pet that could help her cope with the loss of the other. He wanted to be the wolf whose soft fur she’d stroke lovingly.

“(y/n)-ah”, the guy that sat next to her earlier called her name. “Are you coming?” He waited by the door.

“Yeah”. She replied. Chanyeol let out a silent sigh, knowing she would leave any second. Still, she took her time to lift her head and look Chanyeol in the eye, flashing him her sweetest smile before she turned around. For now, he was content with that.

-> Part 2

[patheticphallacy]

Another month, another wrap up.

My second year of University is finished, basically. I’ve submitted my dissertation proposal, am in the middle of all my essays due end of April/early May, and have a new flat for third year.

How time flies!

And I’m 20 in two months! Yay! Exciting stuff!

READING WRAP UP

After the Rain by Jun Mayuzuki [3.75 stars; I have a review for this one, it has it’s issues but I’m hoping it’ll improve as the series goes on]

The House at Pooh Corner by A.A. Milne [4 stars; A.A. Milne came in to my house and purposefully ripped my heart out of my chest from beyond the grave]

RWBY Volume 1: Red Like Roses by Various [3 stars; this has some ISSUES I’ve had with other RT productions, I still love it despite myself tho ]

The Isle of Pines by Henry Neville [1 star; A lot of uhhhh incest in this one]

I Hear the Sunspot by Yuki Fumino [3 stars; this one was quite disappointing, in all honesty, although it is still a cute read!]

Measure for Measure by William Shakespeare [3 stars; this is my first Shakespeare of the year as I work my towards reading all his plays by 25! I was confused at moments, but the reveals were so satisfying, although the ending….]

Sweet Blue Flowers by Takako Shimura [4.5 stars; this is the lesbian manga I’ve been waiting for all my life, everyone! I wasn’t living until I read this]

My Immortal by Tara [1 star; thank you to my friend Zara for finally getting me to read all of this finally!]

The Man in the Moone by Francis Godwin [1 star; this was boring as HECK]

Belinda Blinked 1 by Rocky Flintstone [1 star; FINALLY finished the first part of the My Dad Wrote a Porno podcast, so I’m marking this one as read]

Labyrinth Coronation #9, #10, #11 by Simon Spurrier [4 stars- nearly at the end now! I’ll miss this series, honestly, it’s been consistently great and it’s been so entertaining]

Sparrowhawk #3 and #4 by Delilah S Dawson [3 stars; not a spectacular series, but only one issue left, so I may as well finish it when #5 comes out!]

The Unsound by Cullen Bunn [4.5 stars; this is very disturbing and graphic in terms of self harm and gore, but I loved it? Apparently my brand is loving all the bizarre and gorey comic series people HATE]

Saban’s Go Go Power Rangers #15-17 by Ryan Parrott [3 stars; would consider giving these issues 4 stars purely for Skull and Kimberly, and also Bulk for how cute he was protecting Skull’s heart from being broken]

The Wall of Winnipeg and Me by Mariana Zapata [3.5 stars; a difficult one to rate, as I loved the first half, but once these characters realise they like each other/the one Mariana Zapata Sex Scene happens that is part of her brand, I just get tired and feel like she should have ended it 50 pages before]

On the Death of Peter Stubbe by Scott Wolf [1.5 stars; read this bad boy for Uni and it was actually bizarre]

The Last of August by Brittany Cavallaro [3 stars; I was… very disappointed with this one. The ending was very rushed and confusing, I had to go back and re-read to understand what had happened, but I still love the characters and look forward to reading book 3 in April]

A Midsummer Night’s Dream by William Shakespeare [3.5 stars; this was a laugh and would have been rated higher, if not for that whole final scene that just felt like Shakespeare was STRETCHING]

Book Scavenger by Jennifer Chambliss Bertman [4 stars; this is SUCH a good first book in a middle grade series that follows a girl who goes on a scavenger hunt after the creator of the hunt is hospitalised! It sounds darker than it is, I swear]

Kulti by Mariana Zapata [3.5 stars; THIS COULD HAVE BEEN A WHOLE ASS 5 STARS  FOR PLOT if Mariana didn’t insist on ending it the way she did, and also didn’t use lesbophobic slurs and weird possessive undertones between the MC and the LI as well as so much girl and slut shaming like… Winnipeg definitely wasn’t this bad]

The Woods Volume 4 by James Tynion IV (4 stars; this series is finally starting to improve for me and I’m so happy!)

Neverworld Wake by Marisha Pessl (5 stars; I loved this book so so much I’m so glad I finally finished it after 2 months of having it on hold)

The Hating Game by Sally Thorne (3 stars; I didn’t really enjoy this much as expected, it definitely has issues that I’m surprised aren’t discussed more like how violent their relationship is before sex ? The MC genuinely thinks she’s going to get murdered by the LI at first)

The Walking Dead Volume 1 by Robert Kirkman (3.5 stars; after putting this down before I’m so happy I ended up enjoying it!)

Wait For It by Mariana Zapata (3 stars; in terms of more problematic material, this is definitely Zapata’s best. I do still think she has pacing issues though, and her sex scenes are so badly written I cringe every time I read one)

Sunstone Volume 1 by Stjepan Šejić (4 stars; another really great read; the art is beautiful, characters are so fleshed out already, and I can’t wait to see where their relationship goes!)

AND MY APRIL TBR JAR PICK ISSSSSS……………………………………….

IT ONLY HAPPENS IN THE MOVIES by Holly Bourne! One of the picks Annie made for me in my ‘Best Friend picks my TBR’ post!

ESSAYS/ARTICLES I READ THIS MONTH

Chubby Rat Gets Stuck in a Manhole: this is the only piece of literature that has ever mattered to me

Authors voice alarm after sharp drop in sales of YA fiction: a very solemn and worrying piece, but I’m hoping the conversation this brought up will continue and this is something UKYA publishers and readers alike can work on to improve the sales and keep YA sales in the UK alive!

When words fail: A possible interpretation of Isabella’s silence in Measure for Measure: This is a response to Isabella’s silence at the end of Measure for Measure, which I read this month. I think it has a tragic ending for Isabella, honestly, and this is a really great interpretation of that scene

The Gay Love Stories of Moomin and the Queer Radicality of Tove Jansson: I can’t be the only person to have noticed the sudden influx of Moomin hype on Twitter, and I am digging it. Reading this is fascinating, and I think it’s incredible how much of Jansson’s life and experience as a queer woman can be seen in Moomin!

Openly gay pro strongman Rob Kearney marries his boyfriend: I will love and support gay athletes till the day I die. This article is so cute.

The Night Country: Melissa Albert previews her next Hazel Wood novel: The Hazel Wood was one of my favourite novels of 2018, so the sequel coming out so quickly is an absolute treat. This has the cover release- American, unfortunately, so I still have no clue what the UK cover will bring- but it does have the first chapter! I love and adore Sophia Snow and I cannot wait to have a new book girlfriend!

TV SHOWS/MOVIES/VIDEOS I WATCHED

Ryan Hollinger’s video on the horror of Coraline. Coraline is one of my favourite animated films, I’ve watched it so many times, and I love seeing people’s analysis of it!

I went on a bit of a Ryan Hollinger kick this month and also watched his Texas Chainsaw Massacre video where he analyses the presence of daylight in the film, unconventional in the horror genre

Karate Chopsticks plays a lot of Professor Layton games, so when I have some downtime where I just want to relax I’ve been watching him!

I watched a video on How Guillermo del Toro deals with trauma in his films that I found fascinating! It specifically talks about The Devil’s Backbone and Pan’s Labyrinth 

With my friend Zara, I started the K-Drama BOYS OVER FLOWERS, which I’m honestly loving. It has some issues, but it’s basically a staple k-drama and I’m loving watching it and talking about it with her

MUSIC I’VE BEEN ENJOYING

Sucker by Jonas Brothers [I never really cared about these guys coming back but I’m glad they did, this is a really neat song]

SOS by Jonas Brothers

Big Time Rush by Big Time Rush [a TUNE]

Just in general I’ve really been enjoying The Band CAMINO, my favourite song by them is definitely Daphne Blue!

REVIEWS I POSTED

In Other Lands

Heartstopper

Starry Eyes

Four Film Reviews: The Village, Holes, Stardust, 13 Going on 30

Netflix Thriller Reviews

Three Manga Reviews: After the Rain Vol 1, RWBY Vol 1, Sweet Blue Flowers

OTHER POSTS I MADE

Music Monday: Music I’ve Listened to Lately

Graphic Recommendations #1: Contemporary 

Top Ten Tuesday: Standalones that Need a Sequel

Top Ten Tuesday: My Best Friend Picks My Spring TBR!

Top Ten Tuesday: Books that Should be Podcasts

Currently Reading #1

My Study Positive April Announcement!

March Wrap Up & April TBR Jar Pick Another month, another wrap up. My second year of University is finished, basically. I've submitted my dissertation proposal, am in the middle of all my essays due end of April/early May, and have a new flat for third year.