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kakusu-shipping · 2 years

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oh i gotta hear about this au so if you gotta ramble take this

any and all ideas gimme gimme i wanna hear all about this

Settie. Settie bestie pal buddie I am blessed thankyou very much here comes a list and a ramble and for all intensive purposes I have never stepped foot on a collage campus

Okay first of all as fun as it would be to have a Campus wide polycule, in my head right now this plays like more of a dating sim with me as the MC, and all listed F/Os as romancible options

Second, something in my brain said it'd be weird if everyone was a student so I'll either be saying an F/Os major or whatever their job on campus is

Third I really want to include platonics in this post because what is the collage experience without ride or die buddies but this post gets really long and I just hate hate hate making long rambly posts plus it's 4am so for now it's romantics only but if you're every interested in anyone spesific please shoot an ask I have the thoughts

Fourth and finally I say in my request rules no AUs unless they are my own, and this counts as one of those, so I will take requests for this collage AU. Feel free to drop your F/O into the ask box anytime if you want me to put them in this collage AU as well somewhere I always have thinkin thoughts

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Nezu - Principal/Dean/Headmaster whatever collages have, very lax about pretty much everything, basically has to be with the teacher's he has. Spends a lot of time wandering the campus grounds. Smokes when he thinks no one is looking, hates to be touched.

Toshinori Yagi - New English Professor, last teaching position was as an assistant teacher in a kindergarden class in his 20's, very out of practice with the youth. Randomly mixes talking to a toddler language into his lectures on accident. The most likely to slip into speaking Japanese while giving a lesson on accident.

Koro-Sensei - Head Librarian, changes the recommended books every day, always excited to introduce someone to his favorite series. Secretly sneaks students expensive textbooks for free, and offers free tutoring every day of the week after classes. Would keep the library open 24/7 if he could

Spamton G. Spamton - Engineering Professor, lectures go long and rambly and get off topic easy, comes to school in a different car almost every day. Still dresses like a Greaser in the year 2022, but wears a jumpsuit when in the garage, which is most days. Does not use a blowtorch safely.

Gaster - Physics and Astronomy professor, goes back and forth between being refined and clear, and over the top ecstatic about his topics. He and Spamton have something going on, people think they've divorced. Gaster likes to fuel that rumor.

Shirokuma - Psycology Professor, was a Child psychologist before this. Very soft spoken and gentle, kind of talks like he's speaking to children in a very pandering kind of way. Will give you till the very last day of the term to get any project done. People think he and Nezu are related somehow. They're not, and Nezu really doesn't like the guy so he avoids talking about him.

Monokuma - Political Science Professor, the worst. The Worst. Very strict about deadlines on assignments, will email you back a "k." if you ask for an extension on a project because you're ill, you will not get the extension either. Locks the doors to his class at precisely 9:05 and if you are even a second late too bad. He and Shirokuma are brothers

Raymond Shields - Law Professor, totally didn't flail his way through law school and most certainly always knows what he's talking about. Almost always the last one to his own classes. Hates the Government, Be Gay Do Crime is always on his chalk board.

Zenyatta - Humanities Professor, loves talking and debating religions. No one's ever heard him raise his voice but almost everyone on campus has seen the video of him taking down a cop twice his size in one move. Enjoys the company of most other professors, and spends free time grading papers in the Roost on campus along side Shirokuma.

Maximilien - Collage funder, shows up on campus every once in a while to sit in on classes and make sure his money is going to good use. Nezu hates him, but puts up a fantastic facade. Very picky about Scholarship applications.

Brooster - Runs a coffee shop on campus. Has almost every regular's order memorized. Gives free coffee during finals week. Has the best WiFi on campus.

Makarov Dreyar - Recently retired English Professor, still the school's Football Coach. Good friends with Nezu, like to pop in on Toshinori and see how he's doing. Was the Campus Crypid and likes to tell stories of his days as a Frat kid here on this very quad.

Leshy - Photography Professor, also pops up in occasional Figure drawing sessions as the model, under Magnificus' request. The New Campus Crypid, mostly because he walks like big foot and hangs in the woods around the art buildings. He hosts DnD games on the weekends

Magnificus - Art Professor, one of those snobby art teacher's who'll get mad at you for drawing anime and is devoted to REAL art, even though Leshy commissions him to draw the student's DnD characters. Speaks low and infrequently, beats the shit out of canvases with his brush in the woods behind the art buildings in the middle of the night so loudly it can be heard from the dorms across the street.

Viktor Humphries - Environmental Sciences Professor, has been working here longer than Toshinori but still as new to teaching as him. Very awkward, not good at conversation and tends to talk too fast during his lectures. Has bumbled multiple specimens into his shirt while doing field lessons.

Edalyn Clawthorne - Chemistry Professor, does NOT practice lab safety, believes in the fuck around and find out method of teaching which is not a good method of teaching to have working with highly toxic chemicals. Despite costing the school thousands in damage and being the bane of Maximilien's existence, she has yet to allow a student to get majorly injured. She keeps her job because Nezu thinks she's a great influence. She is not.

Raine Whispers - Music Professor, gives as few lectures as possible. Hates hates teaching Music history and music theory as it involves so much more talking than their comfortable with. Nothing brings them more joy than the Campus' marching band and Orchestra, loves those kids.

Andras - Sociology and Philosophy Professor, a fucking menace to the ideal of morals and ethics. Debates Zenyatta just to try and get on his nerves. Hates the library, and is constantly trying to kill Koro-Sensei, who thinks it funny and reminds him of "old times", thus not minding it. He and Maximilien get drinks every other week.

Leuvis - History professor, too tall to fit into most door ways without bending a little bit, brings Parvas to all his classes. Gets really into talking about ancient wars, goes on and on about how victors write the story. Would love to lose a knife fight one day.

All Hands - Business and Economics Professor, loves the stalk market and will not shut up about bitcoin. Paces and talks with his hands a lot, believes in conspiracy theories and will get off topic if brought to them. Also gets drinks with Andras and Maximilien every other week. Students call them the demon trio.

Student Body

Kazuaki Nanaki - Part Arts Major and part English Major, always late to class because he over sleeps and did not plan his schedule right. Struggling hard with collage burn out, depression, and self worth, but could ramble for a mile about his boyfriend.

Hitori Uzune - Child Education Major, planning to be a math teacher. Kazuaki's aforementioned boyfriend, doesn't share an apartment with Kazuaki because he refuses to be his babysitter and force him to eat and sleep on time. Lives off campus with his family.

Toko Fukawa - Creative Writing major with psychology classes on the side, here on scholarship. Lives in an on campus apartment with Celeste, Iggy, and Mae, never talks to them. Tends to be alone a lot, on purpose mostly. Scared of the Campus Crypid. Struggles to keep Jill at bay sometimes. Missed a whole day of class before because she saw N on her way to class and had to retreat back to her dorms to keep Jill from fronting.

Hifumi Yamada - Arts and Creative Writing Major, gets in very loud, obnoxious debates with Magnificus on whether or not Anime is an art that can take up the entirety of class some days. Part of Leshy's DnD group, though a little obnoxious about it as he perfectly mint maxed his character and was OP by the third session. He mostly uses it to cast charm on NPCs.

Celestia Ludenburg - Economics and Political Science major, has been mistaken for a first year fashion major, as even during finals weeks her look is always on point. Has been invited to the Demon Trio's drinking nights several times, only goes once or twice. The only person on campus to beat Eda at cards. Joined DnD because of Hifumi and also made an OP character very quickly and uses it for evil.

Teruteru Hanamura - Culinary Major, lives in the dorms on campus and is the godsend of the building. Loves cooking for large groups, so long as everyone brings an ingredient, or beer. Beer is always welcome. Bonus of it being an easy way to get a lot of hot guys in your room quickly.

Sagashi (Imposter) - Theater, Arts, and Fashion major. Loves costume design and special effects make up, they're hard to spot in a crowd because they are constantly switching costumes and make up, duplicating any look flawlessly. Shares and dorm with Teruteru, but also occasionally crashes with Celeste or Atsuhiro.

Ryoma Hoshi - On a Sports scholarship for Tennis, taking anthropology for the fun of it. Lives in the boys dorms on campus and usually stays in his room. Has a long distance girlfriend he rarely talks about, and a secret cat he's not suppose to have as it's against dorm policy he is constantly talking about.

Gonta Gokuhara - Entomology Major on scholarship, but in every Environmental Science class he could get into, also on the football team. Ryoma's roommate, also very loudly talks about their cat they're not suppose to have. Gets along great with Dr. Humphries, especially with non-verbal conversations.

Milo - Agriculture Major, also on the football team on scholarship. Really really dumb about everything other than plants and animals. He and Gonta get along like a house on fire, Makarov calls them his puppy dog players and loves them to bits. Has an apartment on campus with his boyfriend that is full of potted plants. He and Teruteru came from the same country home town.

Gordie - Geology and Philosophy major, use to live in the dorms but moved in with Milo after they started dating. Has a cat named Shuckle who he spends 90% of his time with. Plays bass in a band, thinks that's both super cool and extremely embarrassing so usually doesn't tell many people.

James - Theater and Fashion major, lives off campus with his bestie Jessie, bikes to classes with a full costume wardrobe sometimes. He and Sagashi cram together and bounce a lot of ideas off one another in the library after classes with Atsuhiro.

Guzma - Entomology Major, lives really far off campus in an apartment he shares with a huge group, works at the Roost and two other jobs to pay for classes and rent. Almost always falls asleep in class or in the library while studying. Gonta has tried to offer his notes and helps, but usually just gets glares or hissed at and leaves. Hangs out in the forest behind the Arts buildings sometimes to catch bugs, likes Professor Leshy.

N - Engineering and Calculus major on scholarship, also in oceanography classes. Campus Crypid the Second but everyone on campus who sees him thinks he's hot as well. Will info dump your ear off about math if you start a conversation with him. Has had long debates with Leshy about wildlife before. Hisses at the Demon Trio.

Papyrus - Engineering Major, Campus Crypid the Third. Still lives at home with his dad and brother, who are both Professors at the school, so he gets a free ride out of it. Good friends with N in that good Autistic way. One of the few students to match Spamton's energy during lectures.

Dick Gumshoe - Law Major, very close to flunking out, very recently lost both his part-time jobs, struggling to pay his bills, he is surviving on ramen and Koro-Sensei's tutoring. If he's not in class he's in the library cramming every book he can get his hands on. Ray would help but he honestly barely got through this nonsense the first time.

Ginko - Nursing and Chemistry Major on scholarship, wants to get into pharmaceuticals mostly to sell herbal medication rather than hard drugs and pills. Probably sells weed. Loves watching undergrads fall for Eda's "Try it." teaching strategy. Also does not practice proper lab safety. Couch surfs between his polycule's apartments.

Scorpia - Political Major with a lot of Art classes thrown in between. Doesn't actually know what she wants to do with her life, her parents kind of set this whole collage thing up for her and she chose to spend her free classes in art but doesn't really know if that's what she wants to do either. Feeds the campus pigeons while people watching pretty girls between classes.

Bismuth - Engineering Major, doesn't like Spamton but likes the class and the topic, so she can get through it. Likes talking with Zenyatta when seeing him in the Roost in the morning. Quarterback of the football team, leads them all in a jog around campus every morning. Talks about a girlfriend she left back home a lot.

Bob - Communications Major, mute and working on getting a job as a sign language translator. Was requested to join the football team but turned them down, preferring to use his free time to volunteer at a HoHing children's monstessori in town.

Lynx17 - Software engineering major, just wants to make games, talks a lot of game theory and arts with Magnificus, Leshy, Gaster, and Sans. Has no idea what their game is going to be about but sure has all the engine to make it up and running. Lives very close to campus in an apartment with Hana, Lucio, and Jamie. Lena and Emily live across the hall from them. Part of Leshy's DnD group.

Iggy - Music major, blasts music entirely too late for most her neighbors and roommates to stand, usually whatever song she's obsessed with on repeat. Always has headphones playing something or other in her ears. Lead vocals and guitar in a band with Gordie, constantly putting fliers for their shows up around campus.

Taishiro Toyomitsu - Martial Arts Major on a Football scholarship, gave up Quarterback to Bismuth last year to focus on his studies more. Still on the team for scholarship, but Makarov lets him skip more games under the guise of keeping him on the bench. Works at a Karate class for kids in town, lives in the dorms on campus and is always dropping into Teruteru's dorm for free good food.

Kendo Rappa - Martial Arts Major, on the football team, stalking Taishiro very blatantly. Only joined football because Taishiro took him down during sparring in class, and he fell in love the second he hit the mat. He's been trying for months to switch rooms with Taishiro's dormmate without success. Makarov has tried to talk to him about this behavior, but nothing will make him quit.

Atsuhiro Sako - Theater Major, lives with his found family way off campus and drives them all to school every day. Wears a waist coat and dress clothes every day, almost always the lead when the school puts on a play. The guy to go to for gossip. Does close up magic for birthday parties to pay for gas.

Jin Bubaigawara - Engineering major, struggling to keep it together through school. Recently lost his job, luckily he lives with a group and they’ll give him time to pay his share of the rent, but he’s still super stressed about it. Still thinks Plurality is a sign of a dangerous person and thus really scared of himself and tries not to talk about it.

Sun (and Moon, they're headmates) - Child Education Major with a side of psychology. Loves talking to Shirokuma after class for extra child psychology research. Also spends a lot of time in the library reading about child development, works part-time at a daycare and cannot wait to work full time as well. Moon is Campus Crypid number four.

Mae Browski - Not really majoring in anything, doesn't really want to be here, spends a lot of time locked up in her room having collage burn out and trying not to break down fully. Doesn't know what day of the week it is. Keeps forgetting when her classes are. Almost never misses DnD though.

Alfur - Law, Business, and Sociology Major on Scholarship. Correct Ray whenever he passes over something or gets something wrong, not maliciously he just genuinely loves the law and the fine print and technicalities and all that. Loans Gumshoe his notes every other class and offers to tutor him as well, but ends up getting turned down. Usually in the library reading through copies of old court cases.

Snork - Engineering major, thinks Spamton and Papyrus are both entirely too much and mostly misses classes because he cannot focus with them being so loud and colorful. N takes good notes so he'll ask to barrow them after class. Lives on campus in a scholarship payed for apartment alone. Video calls his sister a lot.

Takashi Morinozuka - Law Major, blends into a crowd and is easily overlooked in class. Tried once to offer Gumshoe his notes, but due to his silence, he didn't get the hint and ended up just trying to get past. Lives off campus in an apartment with Mitskuni, the rest of the Host Club are also around in the building. He and Haruhi study law together.

Harunobu Nikaidou - History major, misses a lot of classes due to illness or shogi tournaments, doesn't particularly care about school, just likes studying history in his spare time and wanted to follow Rei to collage to be near him. Lives in a rental house off campus.

Billions and Billions - Astronomy majors, double down on Gaster's wild energy while excited and tend to amp it up if it happens while they're in class. Uses the school's telescope all the time without permission, usually with the help of Koro-Sensei who loves their enthusiasm for the stars. They share a dorm room on campus and never miss a Teruteru pot-luck. They also play DnD.

Lynn - Language and Children's Education Major, plans on teaching High school to collage level Chinese classes. Very quiet and kind of stand-off-ish. Gets hard glares from the Demon Trio and gives them right back much harder. Part of the school orchestra with his sister Lily, who he also shares an on campus apartment with.

#Thankyou for asking #Collage AU #this is SO LONG #AND IT'S NOT EVEN EVERYONE I SKIPPED A FEW PEOPLE #GAH #Just romantics. Just SOME of my romantics.#I'm sorry I have thoughts always literally always #I have NEVER been to collage #I think I might have stood in my sister's dorm room once like ten years ago or more #So a lot of this was googling majors as I knew what they'd study but not what it's called #So if I got something wrong. Don't worry about it.#Thankyou so much for reading my long post if you did I know it was a lot I can really really ramble I'm so sorry #Zayne did this to me #I'm sending this to him in the morning in case he doesn't see it he needs to see it it's important #Aight it's 4am I've been sick all day this did make me feel so much better so thankyou #Now to try and sleep feeling still very ill #Emile's Writing

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forkingandcunt · 1 year

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Hello this idea came to me while doing laundry and i would love to share it with others who have had their brain, heart, and soul rotted by the locked tomb series.

Soooo originally i was thjnking the setting high school but further ruminations leade to believe this could be completed as like college freshman/sophomore and would make somr shenanigans significantly easier to construct.

Here is what I got so far:

John Gaius - corporate bastard is the bosses bosses boss idfk

MercyMom and Augustine are also corporate

Teacher - manager and over worked under paid adjuct in philosophy and english literature.

Pelleamena amd Priamhark - regional managers and own laundry mat

Ortus - theater major

Crux

Aiglamene

Gideon - Butch lesbian. Pronouns: She/He line cook and prep cook. Rugby player (pro or amateur). Kinesiology major wants to do Physical Therapist. Bad Catholic girl

Harrow - bi/lesbian. Pronouns: she/her. Assistant manager. Server. Host. Banned from the kitchen. Anthropologist. Goth. Wears alot of makeup. Also Bade Catholic girl, the original.

Judith - bi. Pronouns She/Her. JROTC. Takes herself very seriously. Has good grades. She is nice and very rules oriented. She will hit you with the malevolent compliance if she thinks ur being a shit.

Marta - straight? Pronouns she/they. ROTC sergeant person idk but she runs the program at the high school.

Coronabeth - pan. Pronouns she/fae. The queen bee of college itself. College isn't a popularity contest because she is there. Highly charmastic. Captian of the volleyball team or Waterpolo. Double Major Psychology and political science. Old money

Iathe - pan. Pronouns she/ze. Medical student specializing in plastic surgery. Femdom. She is fashion. Always shows up to her sisters games. Too mean to TA. Old money.

Naberius - bi/pan. Pronouns he/him. Captian of the Fencing team. Kinesiology major. Pretty boy. Beats up guys who try to prey on girls at frats parties.

Issac & Jeannemary - could be straight could be bi its whatever. pronouns: he/him & she her respectively. high school juniors or seniors. JROTC. Theater kids.

Abigail - straight and deeply in love with her husband. Pronouns: she/her. History professor. All her students love her. Her class is hard but fair. Does student retention. Is firm and will write you a great letter of rec if yoj have the opportunity to work under her.

Magnus - straight and deeply in love with his wife. Pronouns: he/him. Owns a bookshop. Does alot for the community. Host fundraisers. Helps keep the local library running and engaged with. Host the best dinner parties.

Palamedes - pan. he/they. Medical Students specializing in??. Is a med student because he saw Dulcinea guest lecture at his high school for recruitment and decided then and there what his aim in life would be. Writes fanfiction on smut and runs a discord server for his fan base.

Camilla is his best friend partner in crime they are inlove your honor. Bad muslim boy

Camilla - Ace. She/they. Loves romance music. Her aesthetic is fall. Double Major biology and political science. Martial Artist would have went full international pro but followed pal to school, now she doesnt compete past the national level. Is also deeply platonically in love with Palamedes. Bad muslim girl

Dulcinea - pronouns She/Fae. Loves trashy reality tv and romance novels. PhD student in public medicine, Healthcare for all. Will probably run the CDC in a few years. Uses mobility aids. Hates hospitals. Sex positive. She would probably fist fight you. Jewish mom friend

Protesilaus - pronouns he/him. Registered Nurse and professional Gardner. Has a thumb greener than Gods. Runs a booth at the farmers market selling a variety of plants. Been taking care of Dulcinea since she was 13. They are thick as theives. Jewish dad friend.

Silas & Colum - pronouns: he/him for both. They are missionaries. Colum is a full on priest tho. Wtf do they keep showing up to the diner? They are probably jehovah witnesses.

AU highlights

-Sports!

-Homecoming

-Spring Festival

-Magnus hosting a community BBQ/fundraiser for??

#locked tomb #locked tomb spoilers #gideon the ninth #gideon the ninth spoilers #harrow the ninth #harrow the ninth spoilers #locked tomb AU #waffle house AU #i love this series sm #i hope yall find this inspiring

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movavi-screen-recorder-crl6 · 2 years

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ao3feed-tedlasso · 6 months

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you should take your sweater off first pal

https://ift.tt/JPzYS3X by JessJesstheBest “What is the fucking point of all the ugly clothes you buy if you’re just going to steal mine?” “I refuse to be lectured on fashion from someone who only wears things that are black and black adjacent.” Or the My Boyfriend Steals my Sweater fic ft Roy and Jamie Words: 1085, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 6 of Jessie's Writing Advent 2023 (We are so back) Fandoms: Ted Lasso (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Roy Kent, Jamie Tartt, The Diamond Dogs Relationships: Roy Kent/Jamie Tartt, Roy Kent & The Diamond Dogs Additional Tags: Fluff, Writing Advent, Established Relationship, Sharing Clothes, light teasing in the workplace, well not in the workplace but you get it, no beta we die like Earl source https://archiveofourown.org/works/52083988 December 07, 2023 at 05:33AM

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lavienjin · 3 years

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pen pals (with benefits) | jjk | (i.)

Summary: You and Jungkook never got along ever since The Incident™. As fate would have it, you're paired up with him to complete a psychology project that will span the entire semester. When an innocent touch goes a little too far, a contract is made to protect the two of you from hurting each other, although it might be a bit too late.

EDIT: this series has been discontinued.

♠ Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x F!Reader ♠ Word Count: 9,126 ♠ Genre/AU: Smut & Fluff • college au • fwb to lovers au • enemies to lovers au ♠ Rating: 18+. This work and its subsequent chapters are not suitable for younger audiences. ♠ Warnings: strong language • alcohol consumption • fingering • protected sex • multiple orgasms • name calling • cock warming • slight blowjob (y/n puts on the condom with her mouth) • jungkook has a big dick (of course) • soft dom!jk ♠ Author's Note: it's here! first part of a new series i'm working on while i try to tie the ending for the assistant. huge thank you to @xiaokoo and @monvante for beta reading this monster of a first chapter! isabella, thank you for letting me freak out on you while trying to find the perfect title for this series. there is some slight angst in the middle chapters, i wanted to let y'all know now! chapter 2 is coming next week or so (june 7th is the projected date). ♠ ao3

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"Professor, please reconsider. I'm an excellent student. I can do the project myself if I have to… Is there a way that I don't have to be paired up with him?"

Professor Na shakes his head, his eyes sad and apologetic. "I'm sorry, but this is a collaborative effort that's going to go into your final grade. I cannot have you working on such a massive project alone.”

He sighs again, pushing up his circular glasses when your face casts down, dejected. "Plus, you didn't tell me your preferred partner and I've mentioned since the beginning of the semester that one will be randomly given to you after the 24th."

A silence fills Professor Na's office as you struggle to keep your tears in check. You're currently reaping what you sow for your tardiness, though, to be fair, you are a sophomore in a senior level class and you weren't familiar with the classmates. So, you let the 24th pass you by in hopes of being paired with someone, knowing that you'll have to do most of the work anyway. But you didn't think the professor would assign him as your partner, out of the thousands that sit in the 8am lecture hall with you.

You bow to Professor Na, muttering a quick 'thank you' before leaving his office. You know better than to argue with an authoritative figure, but you sulk anyway as you make your way back to your apartment.

Jeon Jungkook has returned to disrupt your peaceful college life.

"It can't be that bad, can it?" Jeehyun rubs at your back sympathetically while you wail at the pillow, misery casting its shadow over you like a dark cloud.

"I didn't even know he's in that class. I mean, I thought I was the only sophomore in that class."

Your roommate sighs, her rubs turning into pats on your back as she tries to cheer you up. Jeehyun was the first person you met on orientation week, the two of you immediately forming a tight bond over shared history with boys and family. Just like you, she was bright, having skipped a lot of the general studies classes due to the high marks she received in high school. The late nights in the library with her as your only companion helped you ease into the world of university and when it was time to move into sophomore year, it was a no-brainer to live together again.

"Tell you what," Jeehyun sing-songs cheerfully, pulling you out of your horizontal state to sit up. "Let's get you some kimbap and Aunt Ji's super spicy kimchi before we get started on homework tonight."

You sniffle and pout at your roommate while she gives you the biggest smile in the world. "Come on… I'll pay~" she draws out the last syllable, and you form a small smile in return, laughter bubbling over as you watch Jeehyun bat her eyelashes at you.

"Okay, okay, let me get my purse."

You make quick work of dinner, the two of you trading gossip and discussing the piles of assignments you had to finish that night. After eating, you head straight to the library with Jeehyun and find a secluded booth where the two of you won't get disturbed.

"I think you should BCC Professor Na in all the communications you have with Jungkook," she suggests mid-typing.

You were going through your psychology reading when she mentioned the topic out of the blue, startling you. "Wh- Huh?"

"I mean think about it, if Jungkook isn't cooperative, you'll have tons of evidence at the end of the semester that shows your willingness to try and communicate for the sake of the project."

Putting a bookmark on the page, you ruminate at Jeehyun's words. On one hand, you will have evidence of your efforts iif Jungkook refuses to cooperate. On the other hand, it would greatly inconvenience Professor Na, who's currently busy with his own research grant. You sigh, drumming the table lightly with your fingers.

"Professor Na's incredibly busy. I think I'm just going to see how the first couple of emails go and I'll let him know if Jungkook doesn't respond or whatever..." you ponder aloud, mostly to yourself than Jeehyun.

The girl in front of you just shrugs, resuming the assignment in front of her. You pause your reading to open up your own laptop, typing out an email before firing it off. Within minutes, you have a response back from Jungkook, who included a time and date to meet to discuss the project.

"Did he email back?"

"Yeah, pretty quickly too. He's also suggested a time and place to meet."

Jeehyun hums in satisfaction, glad to see that her roommate is perking up. "I mean, that's a good thing, right?"

You nod in response, though you can't hide your surprise at his cooperation. All the memories you had involving Jungkook weren't pleasant and though it seems silly in retrospect, especially now that you're both in your twenties and graduating college in a few years, you've harbored a grudge on the guy for breaking your favourite pen in fourth grade.

Your best friend at the time, Suha, had run up to you during recess, asking you to come quickly to your classroom, her voice sounding urgent. Heart thumping, the two of you took the stairs three at a time and you wondered the severity of the incident if Suha had to fetch you in the middle of playing. When you open the sliding doors, you find Jungkook standing over your desk, your pink pen broken in two distinct pieces. It was silly; inconsequential at best, but you had won it at the grade school's championship spelling bee. And it was a big deal to be the only fourth grader allowed to use a pen instead of a pencil. Not only did Jungkook not apologise for ruining your stuff, he accused you of lying when you screamed at the teacher about what had happened.

"He did! He broke my pen!" you cried, your voice shrill and anxious, tugging at the arm of your homeroom teacher, who came out of the office to see what the commotion was about.

"I didn't!" Jungkook yelled at you, brown eyes looking at the teacher in despair. "Ms. Kim, I promise I didn't break the pen!"

"Then why were you standing on my desk with the pen shattered, stupid?" you seethed, hot tears flowing freely from your eyes.

Before the argument worsens, the teacher puts herself in between the two of you, smiling softly at you first. "We don't use that kind of language in my classroom," she scolds you lightly. Turning her way towards Jungkook, she knelt to meet his eyes. "And Jungkook, did you break the pen?"

Jungkook's eyes searched through the teacher's face, his shoulders curving inwards. "I didn't, Ms. Kim… I really didn't break the pen, she's lying."

Ms. Kim sighed in defeat and tried to comfort you through your tears, stroking your hair gently. "Jungkook said he didn't do it. It must've been an accident. We are a team and a family and we should treat each other as such." Even at a young age, you knew what your teacher had insinuated.

You sniffled loudly, wiping your tears with your sleeve. "I'm sorry I called you stupid, Jungkook."

Jungkook mumbled a response, too quiet for you to hear, but it seemed to satisfy Ms. Kim greatly. "Okay, recess is ending in about 20 minutes, how about the two of you go out and get some fresh air?"

The two of you shuffled out of the hallway towards the playground, but before you reached the doors, you called out to Jungkook, hands balling into fists at your side. "I didn't hear you say 'sorry'," you insisted.

"That's 'cause I have nothing to apologise for," he sneered back, sticking his tongue at you before running off towards his friends.

You were shocked and appalled. When you found Suha at the tail end at recess, you vowed to never involve yourself with Jeon Jungkook ever again.

---

"That's the story of why you hate him so much?" Jeehyun's mouth gapes after the tale.

You groan under her scrutiny. "God, I know it's stupid, but I feel like I'm betraying my younger self for being his partner for a project. I spent so many of my years avoiding even the thought of him."

After grade school, the consequent years were a quiet blessing, Jungkook and you were always in different classes and it made forgetting him all the more easier. When you saw his dark mop of hair during freshman orientation week, you made a beeline away and bumped into Jeehyun, your current best friend and roommate.

"Forgive me for this, but that's bullshit. Come on, that happened ages ago, can't you just forgive and move on? I mean, I'll get you a pen if it really means that much to you," Jeehyun giggles.

"I know, I know. I just… it's not the pen itself. It's this sense of achievement, you know? It was the first prize for the school's spelling bee. Like, I was spelling against the best and brightest in sixth grade! Also, the fact that he never apologised doesn't sit right with me either!" you puff your cheeks in irritation, a pout forming your lips.

Jeehyun laughs a little louder at the ridiculous look on your face, causing a few patrons in the library to eye you suspiciously. When one of them shushes at your booth, Jeehyun throws up a particular finger without looking, a quiet familiar laugh reaches your ears from the general direction. Quickly dropping to a whisper, her face leans closer towards yours.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel bad about your achievement but it's also been- what? Eleven years since this happened? You need to let go, babe."

You roll your eyes even though you know she's right. There are other reasons why you can't stand the sight of Jeon Jungkook, but having to explain it to your roommate in the middle of the library sounds exhausting. All the "accidental" hits of a basketball to the back of your head, the Suha™ incident where your once best friend developed a massive crush on him and blamed you when she was rejected… All the little things that make your subsequent years of schooling a nightmare. You consider yourself lucky when he stopped being such a dick when he found himself a girlfriend in high school. Sighing at the rolodex of memories that flee by, you open your psychology textbook to resume your reading, but you end up skimming the page because your mind wanders elsewhere for the night.

---

The place Jungkook had chosen is the coffee shop across from the science building. The ambient indie music playing through the speakers isn't one you recognize, but the smell of coffee envelopes you into a tight, warm hug. Your favourite barista and one of your dearest friends in the program waves at you enthusiastically behind the counter and you approach it with a smile of your own.

"Joon!" you exclaim, the familiar nickname spilling from your lips. "Have you broken any more mugs?"

"Ha. Ha. Very funny," Namjoon retorts playfully, rolling his eyes. "Anyway, what's it going to be today? Caramel or mocha?"

"Caramel, please!"

As you pay, another member of your group of friends appears from the back, smiling wide at the sight of you. Jimin, in his boundless energy, comes from behind the counter to give you a big hug, acting like it's been years since he's seen you. In reality, it was Jimin that Jeehyun flipped off last night at the library and the cotton candy haired man had come towards your table after you tried for the nth time to read about the effects of stress and the human psyche. The three of you ended up going for drinks after, the night ending tremendously well despite the weird nagging feeling you felt about Jungkook.

"It's nice when I get to see you! How are your classes today? You don't have a hangover from last night, right?" Jimin frets angelically.

"I'm fine! I'm actually surprised about that because I could've sworn I downed half a bottle of vodka."

"Yeah… about that… I replaced it with water. Lots and lots of water."

You don't have to be a math major like Jimin to know that the equations add up. If drinking was part of the Olympic games, Jimin would take gold at every single iteration. Not only did alcohol seemingly not affect him, he was a great friend to be drinking with, since he's so quick to take care of everyone, pumping you with snacks and water to avoid any pain the next morning.

"Oh, by the way, just before you came in, Namjoon broke two more mugs," he grins devilishly, waggling at his eyebrows and speaking loudly enough so Namjoon hears.

"HEY! PARK JIMIN!" Namjoon calls out indignantly behind the counter.

The two of you laugh at Namjoon's reddening face and you apologise hastily for teasing him too much. How Namjoon hasn't gotten fired yet is a mystery, especially with the excessive amount of mugs and trinkets he's broken and pastries he's burnt. At one point, Jimin and his other coworker had produced a scrapbook for Namjoon's one year of working at the coffee shop. Inside, there were pictures of a dejected Namjoon picking up glass and pastries with dates scribbled on the side from his many adventures throughout his employment history. In his great patience bestowed by the gods, Namjoon simply laughed, sheepishly embarrassed at the amount of times he's fucked up. Jimin had apologised later and had given Namjoon's actual gift: a highly indestructible and spill-proof coffee mug. From the latest update, it seems like accidents around his apartment were becoming more infrequent ever since he started using it.

After another round of gossip, Namjoon calls your name, indicating that your order is good to go. You scan the shop at the studious college students, trying to locate the “gentleman” you're supposed to meet with today. It seems like he isn't here yet, so you bid Jimin and Namjoon adieu to find yourself a seat in one of the booths closest to the window.

Opening your laptop, you edit a paper you've been writing for class as you wait for Jungkook. The seconds tick by and you are so absorbed in your work that you jump when he slides into the booth in front of you. He jumps too, not expecting your reaction, thankfully the coffee in his hands remains intact.

Jungkook scowls at you, lips turning into a straight line. "Thanks for giving me a heart attack."

You scrunch your nose at him, the sound of his voice reminding you of what happened all those years ago. "Hey, you're late," you accuse, crossing your arms in front of you.

"Yeah, some of us have a life," he snorts sarcastically as he rolls his eyes.

Your blood boils at his comment and you breathe slowly through your nose to avoid snapping back. You plaster on your customer service smile, trying to think of positive things instead of the jerk sitting right in front of you

"What are you doing? That's creepy," Jungkook's voice breaks through your calming thoughts.

Remember the peaceful ocean, the waves ebb to the shore. Just like them, so you should be. You hear your yoga instructor in your mind, resolutely ignoring Jungkook.

"Hello?" he calls out annoyingly, waving a hand in front of your face to get your attention.

You sigh, all calming thoughts dissipating from your body and in its place is a monster of irritation. "Okay," you bristle irritably, slapping his hand away. "We have a range of topics to choose from, what are you thinking of doing?"

"Feisty," he mumbles before casting his eyes at the details in the syllabus.

The two of you read in silence, mulling over the topics in your heads. You sneak a glance at Jungkook, finally admiring his features after only seeing it from afar. Though his hair has met with many colours, this time, he's settled with a deep purple. Jungkook's face remains the same from childhood, though he's lost all the chubbiness in his cheeks, his chiseled jaw and high cheekbones making their appearance. The furrow in his eyebrows is still the same and his once alabaster skin has formed a nice tan after playing sports in high school. The main difference lies on his right arm, black ink twists across every inch of skin and you sneak another glance to make sense of the tattoos. Your favourite so far are the words to the Nirvana song, the words simple and short: rather be dead than cool.

"Are you done ogling or do you need more time?" Jungkook shoots an eyebrow straight up to the sky.

Your face reddens as you look away, watching the table next to you studiously. Jungkook chuckles at your uneasiness, completely in his element. "Have you chosen a topic then? Since you have time to check me out?"

You groan, your eyes skimming the top of the ceiling of the coffee shop before landing back on his mocha coloured ones. Sighing, you push your syllabus towards him to point at the page. "How about group behaviour? Stanford's experiment can be our focal point and I think it's one that no one's chosen yet."

You happen to glance at Jungkook's clean syllabus and you wonder how he gets such good grades to end up in the same senior class as you do. Your own syllabus is filled with notes and shapes that are haphazardly scribbled about, so you can remember as much information as you possibly can.

"That's interesting… But we have to use something else besides Stanford…" Jungkook trails off as he searches for something on his phone, typing furiously at the screen. "Look."

Jungkook turns his phone towards you and in big bolded letters, there lies an article about the unethicalness and fraudulent aspects of the experiment. He takes it back before showing it again to you, a different webpage this time that details the same thing. "I mean, I'm sure Professor Na won't mind, but it'd be unethical to use this."

You blink rapidly at his statement, stunned silent. Jungkook? Spouting moral bullshit when he broke your favourite and most treasured pen years ago? You chastise yourself, trying to return your focus to the task at hand, though you gnaw at your bottom lip to keep the thoughts from spilling out.

"Okay… Should we focus on group behaviour or dive into something else?" You skim the syllabus again to find another interesting topic.

"How about stress and its effect on memory? We'll be able to use something like Yullie and Cutshall in our experiment, though we're definitely not involving anyone in an accident."

"Wait… huh?" You blink slowly in confusion, unsure if you had heard him correctly.

He sighs irritably under his breath, flipping through the syllabus to land on the "END PROJECT" section. Jungkook slides his syllabus towards you and points at a paragraph, highlighted in yellow. Skimming through the paragraph only causes your eyes to widen further. So, it isn't enough for the two of you to write a massive paper for the end of the year, but you must conduct an experiment to support your point.

'About 50 people are suggested, however, talk to Professor Na if you need more.'

"How did I not know this?" You pinch the bridge of your nose, the stress already creeping up on your spine.

Jungkook snorts at your dramatics, pulling his syllabus back towards him. "How did someone so unprepared end up in the same senior class as me?" he scoffs.

You stick your tongue out at him when he's not looking, the one defiance you're allowing yourself to have. "So, what do we do with the experiment? Do you have any ideas?"

Jungkook purses his lips, tapping his finger on the wooden table of the booth. "Ah, how about we have the subjects try to memorise a list of words? One group can have calm, classical music to aid them and the other will have loud, metal music playing through the speakers at random intervals."

"That's… really smart, Jungkook," you reply awestruck. "To make this quick, we can give each group 5 minutes to memorise the words on the list. Does that sound fair?"

Jungkook nods, typing at his laptop, presumably taking notes. You scramble to write them too, starting with a proposal to Professor Na. "Jungkook-"

"Hm?"

"Can you take a look at the proposal for me?"

"Can't do it yourself, huh? We're in college, I don't need to hold your hand."

"Motherfucker, this is for our project. If you don't want to take a look at it, then fine," you seethe.

But before your fingers hit the 'Send' button, Jungkook steals the laptop from underneath your fingers, rapidly reading through the email you drafted. When he returns the laptop to you, he nods in affirmation, reminding you to CC him in the communication. You roll your eyes in response before the two of you are quiet once more, lost in your own worlds. The clattering sound of your keyboards accompany the quiet chatter around you. Jungkook hums as he works, completely oblivious to the fact that you're still in front of him. Something stirs inside you as you watch the boy hunch over his laptop, his voice sweet and angelic as he finally starts to sing quietly to himself. Shaking your head slightly, you return to your assignment, composing an abstract for the paper you're going to write with Jungkook, just missing the way his own eyes land on you. And you certainly didn't catch the hitch in his voice as he sings.

You don't know how much time has passed until Jimin comes to your booth, knocking at the wood paneling to announce his arrival.

"Hey, you two. It's almost the end of my shift, which means we're closing up shop pretty soon."

Squinting at Jimin, you stare in confusion before he points at the outside sky with his chin. It is well after dark, the clock on the bottom right of your laptop screen suggesting the same thing. Looking at your phone, it comes to no surprise to see Jeehyun texting you with worry, wondering where you disappeared to. You type up a quick apology, asking if she's had dinner.

[jee-bee]: not yet! Aunt Ji's?

You smile at your phone, knowing that for the remainder of college, you don't have to eat alone. In one of the many endless nights of talking about your lives, she mentioned coming from a big family and had worried about eating alone because she wasn't used to it. You empathize with her situation, since you spent most of your nights eating alone back at your parents place. The two of you made a pact, declaring that from then on, you'd always eat dinner together.

"Boyfriend?"

Oh yeah, Jungkook's still there, isn't he? "None of your business," you mutter without looking up.

Jungkook shrugs his shoulders, typing a few more lines in his laptop before packing it away. You receive an email notification from him with an attachment, a shared document for your project. In the span of your time at the coffee shop, he had written a good chunk of the essay, appendix filling up with research he's mentioned in the paper.

"Meet me here again tomorrow. Same time," he commands before disappearing out the door.

---

"That fucker!" you shout, slamming your beer can down on the table.

Ever the extrovert, Jimin hears about your dinner plans with Jeehyun and decides to tag along. The third greatest thing about being friends with Jimin? Alcohol abounds.

"No swearing at the dinner table," Jeehyun smacks your arm lightly, pointing her chopsticks at you threateningly to prove her point.

You grumble an apology, your mind already cloudy with the alcohol you keep slamming down your throat. There will be a point at the night where Jimin swaps what you're drinking with water, but you're not that far gone yet. You hope he'll forget about it and let you drink your fill. He busies himself with his phone, keeping an eye on you out of the corner of his eyes.

"Okay," Jimin says with finality. "Who are we talking about?"

"Jungkook," Jeehyun replies, though with a mouth stuffed full with kimchi, all that comes out is a garbled version of the name. After swallowing her food, she tries again, his name coming out clearer than before.

"UGH! Get his filthy name out of your mouth. You'll catch his stupid and I can't have that."

The two companions laugh at your outburst, your irritation fueling their humour. "Come on, he can't be that bad, can he?" Jimin pokes, having not heard about "the incident."

You recount the tale to Jimin, the man snickering louder with every sentence, clearly not understanding your pain.

"How dare he speak of morals when he can't even apologise for breaking my stuff?"

"Just be the bigger person and let it go!" Jimin is now full on laughing, clutching at his stomach while a hand goes to cover his mouth. He leans back a little too far, almost slipping from his chair.

"That's what I keep telling her!" Jeehyun agrees, nodding sagely.

Should you forgive Jungkook for what he's done? Jeehyun and Jimin make a solid point - it's been years since it happened and you've made plenty of achievements to make up for the broken pen. You mull it over, drink in hand, as your mood sours.

---

Despite Jimin's best attempts at making sure you leave the gathering without so much as a scratch, your head pounds as soon as you wake up, and on your bedside table, a little note underneath a glass of water and two capsules of aspirin reads:

You're lucky I stopped us from being permanently banned from Aunt Ji's because of your drunken ass last night.

x Jimin

You sit up too quickly, your throbbing head pulls you back down to your pillow, a groan escaping your lips. Your phone buzzes from the nightstand and when you lift the LCD towards your face, Jimin's picture floats in time with the buzzing.

"Yeah?" you rasp, chugging the water along with the aspirin.

"Ah, good, you're awake!" Jimin's voice crackles on the other end. "I was worried you'd die since you barely moved when we accidentally dropped you on the ground."

"You did what?"

Jimin snickers, his vibrant laughter causing you to wince as you wait for the aspirin to settle in your stomach.

"Yeah, sorry about that, if you find a bruise on your leg that's totally our bad."

At Jimin's words, you wince at the pain flaring through your leg. Upon inspecting it, angry red welts appear on your skin, though it won't turn into bruises, they still fucking hurt. You rub them absentmindedly, trying to soothe the sting of pain by standing up to grab more water. Jimin is talking to you about his day and about your antics the night before.

"Good news, we didn't get kicked out of Aunt Ji's restaurant."

"What even happened last night?"

Jimin laughs again and when he speaks, his tone is dripping with mischief. "Jungkook stopped by and you almost cursed him out as soon as you saw him. I promise you didn't get very far because we hauled ass out of there while Jeehyun paid for the meal."

You are the luckiest person in the campus - nay, the world, for having friends that will stop you from committing murder or, at the very least, a total embarrassment out of yourself.

The bits and pieces of the memories trickle in slowly: the shock you felt when Jungkook appeared through the door, as though materializing out of thin air when you were just thinking about forgiving him. He wasn't alone, another man you're not familiar with coming into view. As soon as his eyes landed on yours, he smirked, whispering to his companion while pointing at you. You tried to ignore the burning feeling of shame in your stomach, but his actions only spurred you on. Jimin must have stopped your drunk self from lunging past the table towards Jungkook, fireman carrying you out of the establishment. That's where the memories stopped and the last thing you remembered before blacking out is Jimin's scolding and Jungkook's mirthful laughter.

"God, I'm so lucky to have you, Jimin."

"Damn straight. You're banned from drinking until the weekend arrives. I know you don't have class, but you still have that meeting with Jungkook this afternoon."

You scrunch your nose, puzzled at the information. "How'd you know that?"

On the other end of the line, your friend sighs dramatically. "I worked yesterday. And it was all you could talk about during dinner."

You only managed a small 'Oh' before letting Jimin continue the conversation. He reminds you to take the aspirin (which you did) and drink tons of water (which you are currently doing) before he ends the call, promising to send Jeehyun to swing by the cafe during your "date" with Jungkook. If Jimin had been in your apartment, you'd kick him in the shins. His shapely legs are safe for the day.

You spare no effort in getting ready, pulling a comfortable sweater over your body and pairing it with some jeans and ankle boots. You head out the door after double-checking your things, running into Jeehyun briefly in the corridor, sporting a similar outfit to what you're wearing. God, you're so close that you even dress like twins. You're about to say hello when she points at the phone pressed against her ear. Though you can't hear what the other person is saying, the sultry baritone sounds oddly familiar to you. Jeehyun mouths the words "I'll tell you later," before waving you off into the cold.

Jungkook's already there when you arrive, sitting in the same booth the two of you were in less than 24 hours ago.

"You're late," he echoes your words from the day before.

"You're insufferable."

Jungkook says nothing at that, scoffing at your childishness before returning to his laptop. Opening the shared document on your own screen, you can see how much research he's done, adding almost twenty sources from the last time you looked at the screen. Feeling a sense of competition, you put your head down and work, tuning the world out, especially the man sitting in front of you.

The two of you sit in a somewhat comfortable silence before Jungkook calls your name. His blinking indicator highlights the paragraph you were writing. "Can you remove this part? I don't think we'll need it."

You nod in response, removing a paragraph before the silence falls between the two of you again. Only this time… you are acutely aware of the feeling of your knees touching his. Jungkook remains passive, keyboard typing away at your documents and you feel foolish when your heart starts to pick up its pace. You don't move away from the touch and neither does he.

It's only when his ankle brushes against yours that you gasp involuntarily, sputtering into a cough at the sudden touch. Jungkook's eyes zeroes in on yours instantly, one eyebrow cocked and a smirk plastered on his lips. "Everything okay?" he whispers quietly, watching your face heat up in embarrassment.

You scowl in return, trying to hide the roar in your ears and the pounding of your heart, letting your feet remain rooted in its spot. Jungkook scoots forward, his shoulders brushing against the back of the wood as his leg grazes your inner calf. He trains his eyes forward, focusing on his laptop in front of him, that awful smirk still on his lips.

"Jungkook," you warn, but your breath quickens when he does it again. You aren't a stranger to pleasure, welcoming men to your bed to satisfy the need that comes every once in a while, but this is different. The shivers running down your spine feels like the hum of an electric fence, and maybe it's because you're in front of all these people, but you feel your panties getting more ruined with each stroke against your leg.

"Jungkook…" you try again, your voice sounding incredibly breathless, hoping this time you can get his attention.

When he whispers your name, you delude yourself into hearing the thick traces of need behind it, your eyes fluttering shut before you snap them open again, throwing a glare at the tattooed man. "What's the matter? Can't concentrate?"

"What do you think you're doing?" you counter, answering his question with one of your own.

"Playing. Should I stop?"

He waits for your answer, detaching his foot away from yours and you almost whine at the lack of warmth.

Fuck.

When you grit your teeth in desperation, he knows he's won. Jungkook looks so triumphant when you shake your head, a small 'No' finally escaping from your lips. You want to punch him, to wipe that stupid smirk he's wearing, but you know that would lead you to get kicked out of your favourite coffee shop, so you bite your bottom lip instead, your knuckles turning white as your grip tightens on the table. You brace for his leg to brush against yours again, but it never comes because Jungkook's eyes snap to someone behind you and he straightens up quickly, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Busy day, huh?" your roommate's voice cuts into your thoughts. "You okay, hun? Do you still have a hangover?"

"No, I'm fine," you gasp. "Just a little lightheaded. So, what brings you here?" You smile weakly at Jeehyun, praying she doesn't notice anything out of the ordinary.

Jeehyun's eyes flicker from Jungkook to you, her face unimpressed at your non-convincing lie. "Nothing really," she still says, voice as even as possible. "I just saw you from the window while I was walking back from class and tried to wave, but you seem… preoccupied. Anywhooo, good to know you're alive. Oh, and don't come home too early tonight."

She winks at you before taking her exit. Not long after she leaves, your phone buzzes twice and when you open your incoming text, two words greet you.

[jee-bee]: we'll talk ;)

As you're typing a scathing text back at Jeehyun, Jungkook clears his throat, the sound causing you to glare at his chocolate eyes.

"You're so much cuter when you're not glaring," he laughs, eyes crinkling as his head falls back.

"Oh, bite me," you spit, injecting as much venom into your words. Jungkook is unaffected and roars with laughter, causing a few eyes to glance your way. When his laughter dies down, a devilish grin enhances his two dimples and the word that tumbles out of his lips had your traitorous cunt clench at nothing.

"Gladly."

Silence. You blink once. Twice. Your mind brimming with possibilities of the two of you in bed, his large hands exploring your body. Jungkook smiles coolly, tilting his chin to the side as though he’s waiting for an answer. He whispers your name, unable to disguise the growing need that latches on his throat. You try to even out your breathing and when that ultimately fails, you scramble up quickly to draw as much distance between the two of you as much as possible. Without turning back, you march your way into the bathroom, your neck and face warm from the onslaught of sensations, Jungkook’s soft laughter echoing in your ears.

You check your appearance in the mirror, pacing to and from across the linoleum floor while you try to make peace with the warmth pooling in your stomach. You try to reason with your brain, reminding it about The Incident and his inability to admit his mistakes. Finally, you resign yourself in a bathroom stall, your heart beating loudly in the quiet, empty space.

“Took you long enough,” Jungkook smirks as you slide into the booth in front of him. “Can you make the flyer so we can pass it around campus?”

You nod silently before getting immediately to work, sneaking glances at the man in front of you while you do. Though you never believed in deities before, you pray to a higher power for Jungkook to continue his slight touches, your skin burning at the thought. His feet remain planted in front of him and your knees are no longer touching. As you wrestle with your thoughts, wondering if you should initiate the touch, Jungkook reaches over the table to grab a pen that rolls by your laptop. His fingers dance on your forearm, trailing over the back of your palm before retreating, spinning the pen in hand.

Fuck.

Your eyes refuse to look at your hand – refuse to look at him, but your fingers stop typing at the keyboard, a dead giveaway that tells him how much he’s affected you. You’re breathing hard, all the walls you’ve built around him for years crumbling with a single touch.

“Should I stop?” he whispers.

“Even if I say ‘yes’, would you stop?”

Jungkook balks, eyes blinking rapidly at your question. “Of course, I will,” he snaps. “Now answer the question.”

Your hands tug at the hem of your sweater, the material feeling heavy and warm against your itching skin. “No,” you relent.

Your vision swims when he places his palm against your knee under the table and you curse yourself for wearing jeans that day, the material unyielding when all you want is to feel his warmth. Jungkook picks your leg and places your foot on his lap, trailing his fingers across your leg. Your body erupts in shivers with every stroke and your panties are officially ruined at this point.

Jungkook drops your leg gently, before straightening up to stuff his things in his bag. The sudden lack of warmth draws a soft whine from your lips and Jungkook’s face twitches at your reaction, a deep curl of a smile on his face as he regards you. You squirm under his gaze, feeling so turned on and nothing to do about it. You glower at him instead. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“My place. With you.”

You’ve never packed as quickly as you did after hearing the words from Jungkook’s lips. He chuckles at your enthusiasm, but makes no move to touch you further, walking ahead some ways when you leave the coffee shop. When you reach his car, you tear open the car door to slide in easily, your stuff haphazardly thrown into the backseat. You keep checking at the pedestrians behind you, afraid to see your roommate or Jimin walking by and catch you in Jungkook’s car, but when Jungkook’s hand finds your thighs while he starts to drive, you can no longer deny the desire that clouds your mind.

---

The first thing you’ll notice about Jungkook’s apartment is that it’s empty. Sure, there’s a couch and a kitchen, but there aren’t any signs of anyone ”living” in the space. You don’t get to ask about it because he wastes no time in circling your waist with his arms, kissing down your neck as you turn pliant underneath his touch. You shut your eyes tight, allowing yourself to drown into the pleasure, even if it’s coming from Enemy #1. Your fingers tug at his purple locks when he slides his hot palm under your sweater, a moan escaping when he expertly undoes your bra.

Jungkook leads you to his room before dropping you on his black sheets, his mouth back on your neck and your fingers return to his hair. In the midst of pleasure, he lifts your sweater to discard it on the floor along with your bra and you struggle not to put your hands in front of your chest, you won’t give him the satisfaction of seeing you embarrassed.

“Beautiful,” he gasps, standing above you, raking his eyes every inch of your body before he dips back down, mouth latches on your neck once more.

You close your eyes and moan, letting the sensations overtake you. Jungkook’s lips feel hot against your skin, flames burning where they meet. Just as his hands travel downwards to remove your jeans, you feel a distinct pain of teeth sinking deep into your skin. Your eyes fly open and you push Jungkook away with a growl, his own laugh filling your head. Propping yourself by the elbows, you glower at the boy until his laugh subsides. “What the fuck, Jungkook?”

“You asked me to bite you and I did just that,” he shrugs, the remnants of his laughter curling on his lips.

Just as you’re about to hurl curses at him that would inadvertently make sailors blush, he leans forward, face mere inches from your own, his scent filling your nose with hints of vanilla and amber. And just like the first time he touches you in the coffee shop, your mind stutters to a complete stop. There’s a pool in your stomach that you know too well and with every tick of a second where his face leans over yours, dark brown irises challenging, your anger dissipates and a quiet hum of desire throbs through you instead.

“And what do we say…?” he whispers, breath tickling your cheeks.

“You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, but I am.”

You wrestle with your words, tongue-laden with lead with the words that you absolutely do not want to utter no matter the circumstance. Humiliation holds your hand and you groan, head tipping back, trying to deny the fact you love being treated this way. You’ve never been with anyone as cocky as Jungkook, so full of himself that if the normal human body contains 80% water, his contains a domineering male ego. Curses ring inside your head and you wonder why you can’t utter them.

“Thank you,” you whisper slowly, drawing out the words. Your cheeks burn instantly, a slight pink tinge that he can surely see.

“Good girl,” Jungkook praises before returning to your neck, using a hand to guide you back down on the mattress.

His other hand travels downwards to unbutton your pants, expertly tugging them towards your ankles while you hold your hips upwards, body pliant under his touch. He cups your clothed core when the jeans are successfully thrown on the floor, discarded among the heaps of other clothing. When he feels how wet you are, he stops kissing your neck to look into your fucked-out features, licking his lips. “Mmm… So wet for me already? Where’s that tough girl act now?” he taunts above you before licking a long, wet stripe on your neck.

You don’t grace him with a response, the words catch in your throat when he drags a finger across your slit. A mewl escapes instead, soft sounds that vaguely resemble his name. You knot your fingers in his hair, those damn purple locks, and he smirks against your neck before traveling lower, nipping on the valley of your breasts. He removes his arm from underneath you to play with your nipple while the other is in his mouth. Jungkook’s tongue swirls the sensitive nub while his forefinger and thumb pinches and rolls the other. You’re panting at this point, the fingers on his other hand trailing lazily against your cunt, occasionally pressing lightly on your clit, causing you to shudder underneath him.

Finally, finally, he removes your underwear to tease at your entrance, inserting a finger gingerly while his thumb latches on your clit. “Jungkook!” you gasp, trying to relax your grip on his hair, but he makes it difficult when he inserts another finger, taking turns between scissoring you and thrusting into you slowly, helping you get adjusted to his thick digits. Your arousal seeps out of you without care and your face heats in embarrassment when a particularly sharp cry of his name is pulled from your lips, Jungkook chuckling quietly against your breast.

“Please, faster?” you whine.

"'Please' and 'Thank You' in a day? Finally found your manners, hm?"

Jungkook picks up the pace, letting you sob and whimper underneath him as his fingers curl inside, the pads of his fingers grazing the sensitive part of your pussy. He doesn’t stop when his name is the only word stumbling from your lips or when the sounds of your pussy echoes around his plain bedroom.

“Fuck, fuck, Jungkook, I’m cumming, fuck,” you screech and your cunt spasms violently against his fingers. He thrusts a little faster, moaning alongside you when your toes curl and your vision darkens, the orgasm tumbling through you in waves of pleasure. Jungkook helps you ride it out, doesn’t say a word when you try to catch your breath, a twinkling in his eyes at a mission accomplished.

That stupid smirk is on his face though.

“Feelin’ good?” he drawls, pulling himself up and away from your body. And though you hate to admit it, Jungkook just gave you the third best orgasm of your life, the first and second place still reigns; a result of one horny night and a few toys in your drawer.

When you don’t answer, rolling your eyes instead, his fingers travel from your cunt towards your face and he smears your arousal on your lips. “Open,” he commands, a threat underlying in his words.

You try to rebel, your mind playing somersaults, trying to find the words to avoid the punishment, but your body betrays you and you let your mouth hang open, tongue dangling out, a thread of saliva dripping onto your chest. “Fuck,” he murmurs before he places his fingers inside your warm mouth.

You lick and suck his digits on instinct, your eyes never leaving his; the one act of defiance you allow yourself. When Jungkook’s fingers are well coated with your saliva, he smears them on your thighs, and you jerk backwards, almost hitting your head on the headboard. Your glare returns to his eyes and he shrugs in response. Pleased with himself, Jungkook pulls you into his lap, grinding his erection on your still dripping cunt. Your mind finally registers the fact that he’s still fully clothed and the deep-seated embarrassment that’s been inflicted upon you since you walk in the door washes over you with full force. You grit your teeth, not wanting him to get the satisfaction of your moans, but when his mouth nips the underside of your breasts, you can’t contain the gasp that escapes you.

“Let me hear you. You sound so much better without the anger.”

“Fuck you,” you rasp, shivering despite the warmth of his body.

He tuts at your swearing, circling his arm around your waist to steady you as he rocks you back and forth across his erection. “Such poor manners. And here I thought you were making progress. You shouldn’t kiss anyone with that mouth of yours.”

“If you’re hoping for a kiss from me with that statement, Jungkook, I can swear to you that it will never happen.”

Jungkook stills his moments and you whine from the sudden stop in friction. “Let’s make a bet, shall we? I’m sure you’ll want to kiss me by the end of this,” he muses, gesturing at your naked form on his lap.

“Trust me, Jungkook, I’m very capable of holding out my attraction towards you.”

“Oh? You find me attractive?”

“Not even remotely close to what I said, Narcissus.”

Jungkook grins and his hands meet to cup your ass, squeezing them tightly before a hand strays to slap it gently. He sets you down on the bed, nipping at your tits before shedding his shirt off. You can only stare in wonderment at the man he’s become, every muscle on his body toned to perfection. You gulp when your eyes catch the stain on the front of his pants and - oh. It is without a doubt, the biggest outline of a cock you’ve ever seen. When he shrugs his pants off, he watches your reaction, stupid smirk dancing on his lips as his cock springs free, veins running on its side. Your eyes widen slightly before turning into slits, trying to not gawk and give him much of a reaction.

Jungkook stands on the edge of the bed before he takes your hand and envelopes it around his length, groaning when your fingers make contact with the leaking head. You gulp as you run your fingers from tip to base, feeling him twitch and throb underneath you. He groans, tipping his head back when your hand starts pumping slowly, his entire shaft already thoroughly coated with his precum.

“Get on the bed and fuck me,” you whisper, kissing his abs. Stopping momentarily, you angle your head to meet his eyes. "Please," you whisper breathlessly, gauging his reaction.

Jungkook just smiles, his thumb caressing your cheek.

Opening his bedside table, Jungkook picks up a condom and some lube before ripping the foil open with his teeth with practiced ease. He throws the lube in your direction and you spread it all over him before grabbing the opened condom packet from his mouth. Jungkook’s eyebrows furrow at your reaction, but his confusion doesn’t last long. You pop the condom at the edge of your mouth, unrolling it slightly before using your lips to drag it along his shaft, your hands pulling it down snugly where your mouth can’t quite reach. Your jaw aches as you warm Jungkook’s cock inside your mouth, feeling desperately full despite not having the entire thing.

He gurgles something akin to your name before grabbing your hair into a makeshift ponytail, snapping his hips shallowly into your open mouth. “Fuck, your mouth feels so good. Is this what you wanted, hmm? You want me to fuck that tight throat of yours?”

You can only moan in response and he pushes his cock deeper into your mouth, rubbing soothing circles on your cheek. “Look at you, so stuffed with my cock. You don’t even have the whole thing inside of you and you’re a mess already. What a fucking slut.”

Glaring into his eyes, you drag your teeth lightly on the side of his cock, Jungkook shuddering underneath. You let his cock go with a distinct pop, a thin line of saliva connecting your lips to the head. “You’re fucking lucky I didn’t bite your dick off.”

“Lucky? That’s what you want to call it? I think it’s ‘common decency’ to not bite people’s dicks off,” he snickers. “Be honest, do you like being called a ‘slut’? I will stop if that’s not your vibe.”

Were you so dick whipped that you’d let him do anything to you?

Maybe.

Probably.

Definitely.

So, even through your bravado, you nod your head, eyes trailing down on his black sheets, and whisper a single ‘Yes.’

“Yes, what?”

“Fuck, Jungkook,” you throw your hands in exasperation, snapping to meet those brown irises again. “Fine! I fucking like what you’ve been doing this entire time. I like cumming on your fingers. I like being called a ‘slut’ by you. Can you please get on with it and fuck me already?”

“Well said,” is all he says before he gets on the bed, pushing you down, spreading your legs wide open for him. He positions his cock to your entrance before he pushes, grunting as he feels your walls clench around him. You moan in unison, feeling the stretch that comes with the size of his cock.

“Shit, fuck, you feel so good,” he pants before fully hilting himself inside you.

“Jungkook – fuck. Don’t move yet,” you shiver, willing your walls to adjust to his cock. Every single time you manage to relax, he’d shift, pressing his cock head on your g-spot. Your vision is spotty, but with every ragged breath, the pressure releases and with a few taps on his arm and a nod, signs to let Jungkook know that he can finally move.

His thrusts are languid at first, a slow slap of skin on skin. It leaves you feeling frustrated, your release getting further away. Propping yourself back on your elbows, you wrap your legs around his waist, stopping his movements momentarily. “Can you stop being such a pussy and fuck one for once in your life?”

Jungkook growls, dragging his cock almost all the way out of you before slamming it hard all the way inside. His thrusts are brutal after your taunt and you finally feel the pleasure return after being kept away for too long. He spits on your clit, earning a delicious whine from your lips, before the pad of his thumb drags across it, swiping harshly at the sensitive bundle of nerves. He fucks you deep in the bed, the mattress squeaking at your combined weight.

“Fuck me, fuck, Jungkook, I’m close, please don’t fucking stop.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Making a snarky response is out of the question when his other hand snakes its way on your hips, lifting them up slightly so he can drive his cock deeper inside you. Pleasure turns you delirious and for the second time that night, Jungkook makes you cum, your body thrashing wildly on the covers as you moan his name. Your pussy clenches dangerously around his length, your arousal causing yet another mess on the sheets.

“Shit, did you cum? Fuck, I’m – Fuck!“ Jungkook groans. His own release isn’t too far behind, thrusts growing sloppier by the minute before a final thrust that fills the condom with thick ropes of his cum.

You cry out his name in a broken voice, feeling too sensitive after your own release. Jungkook hisses as he removes himself from you and then from the condom, chucking it into the bin before sitting at the edge of the bed, watching you try to catch your own breathing.

“Same time tomorrow?” he offers with a grin, nestling his body next to yours, not quite touching.

“Fuck off. This is a one-time thing,” you say as you kick him.

Your promise doesn’t sound convincing in your own ears. Looking at his chocolate eyes dance in mirth, you know for a fact he doesn’t believe a single word you say. Jungkook gets up to head to the bathroom to clean up before you feel a warm damp towel against your sensitive core.

“Fuck you, Jeon Jungkook,” you mutter before exhaustion settles in your bones, your eyes falling shut on their own. Just like the night where you were blacked out drunk, the last thing you hear is Jungkook’s mirthful laugh.

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Give Me Love | Pt 3 (m)

• fratboy!jimin x reader

• 7k

• Genre: college au, enemies with benefits to lovers

• Summary: Your relationship with Park Jimin was complicated to say the least, but when the circumstances change, and you can no longer keep him at an arms length, you find yourself drawn to him more than you thought possible.

• Series warnings: Swearing, drinking, explicit sexual content, angst, fluff.

- Give Me Love Masterlist -

“So, let me get this straight...” Sana turns so she’s facing you cross-legged on the bed. “Jimin told his frat pals about you guys, and then he basically implied that you’re easy, all because you’re in a no strings relationship with him, and he thinks you hate his guts.”

“Well when you put it that way you make it all sound a bit stupid,” you groan, dropping your head back onto your pillow, staring up at the ceiling.

“I mean, it’s not stupid,” Irene adds, lying down next to you. “Because you don’t hate his guts, instead you actually like him right?”

“I do not like him!” you say hotly, lifting your head up off the pillows to stare at Sana and Irene.

They were the only two people who knew that you and Jimin had had a thing, and they totally got it given how hot he is. But after last night and your argument with Jimin following the party, you realised that you may have unintentionally thrown yourself in hot water.

Sana and Irene look at you apologetically, and you sigh, dropping your head back to the pillow, crossing your arms.

“I just have some kind of weird attachment to him, that’s all,” you mutter. “It doesn’t mean I like him.”

“I mean you got jealous when he flirted with that waitress, it seems pretty obvious- Ow!”

Sana pinches Irene to shut her up.

“I wasn’t jealous! It just felt weird…” you trail off, unsure of how to explain your feelings from yesterday in the cafe with him.

“Uh yeah, that weird feeling, it’s jealousy hun,” Irene quips.

“Fuck,” you groan, covering your face with your hands as you realise she’s right. You’ve completely and unexpectedly fallen for Jimin.

“Look y/n, I think you should just give it some time, and see what happens,” Sana smiles at you, rubbing your thigh. “I don’t know Jimin like you do, but I’m sure if he cares, he’ll show up himself to apologise, and if he doesn’t… well he was never worth it.”

You frown at the thought of that. Would Jimin really just turn his back on you? Do you actually mean anything to him? The idea of you possibly becoming nothing more than another name in the list of girls that he’s toyed with in the past.... And then you realise you are one of those names - one of those girls who had danced with the devil and got burnt. Yes you managed to last a bit longer with him than all the rest, but you’re burnt all the same, while Jimin walks away unscathed.

It’s been two weeks since your argument with Jimin. You had thought you’d easily be able to distract yourself with college work, and social events, but the more you tried, the more you realised that Jimin was actually in your life a lot more than you had realised.

Since you were actively avoiding the PKP house, you didn’t bump into him in the kitchen for him to make some sly comment as he normally would to rile you up; you didn’t bump into him at the coffee shop most students frequented, where he would always block your exit, making you late for your next class; and by avoiding all the parties this week, you didn’t get to fall victim to his usual irresistible charm.

But there was one place you would always see him, and that was your Friday lecture. Last week you had been disappointed when he hadn’t turned up to class, but also angry that it had been a week and he hadn’t yet apologised. He clearly didn’t care, and so you decided that you shouldn’t either; but that was far easier said than done.

As you open the doors to the hall now, you feel your heart beat a little faster in your chest. Your eyes scan around the room, looking for his face, but much to your dismay, he’s not here.

You trudge to the back, and take a seat in the middle of the row, pulling your laptop out of your bag.

Honestly, you hadn’t expected to feel this disappointed at his absence for a second week in a row, but here you were, wishing you could just leave the class and retreat to your bed.

Regardless of your attempts to convince yourself that Jimin is nothing more than a classmate, it was obvious to you by now that Irene was right - well somewhat right. You do like Jimin, but it was all tainted by his lack of willingness to care.

You fail to drag yourself out of your thoughts to focus on your lecture, mindlessly copying the slides from the board, unaware of someone coming to sit one seat away from you - that is until they slip a folded paper in your direction.

You see the hand appear in your line of sight, and you have to stop yourself from reacting when you realise that it’s Jimin.

He’s sitting back in the seat, dressed in sweatpants and matching zip up hoodie. His blonde hair is all messed up on his forehead. But as usual, he’s still as handsome as ever.

You look down at the paper between you, then back at him, and he pouts his lips.

It tugs at your heartstrings a little, so you pick up the paper, and in the middle, there’s just a simple - ‘I miss you’.

The words initially strike something warm inside of you, but the absence of an apology is enough to release your heartstrings, and some of the anger you felt for him that night returns.

You scrumple up the paper and toss it at him without even looking his way.

Sensing his confusion, you fight the urge to turn to him and explain you want an apology before he tries to get back into your pants; but you remain facing the front.

Let’s see if he can figure this one out.

Bzzz.

Your phone vibrates on the table in front of you.

Leaning forward, you read the text:

[9:48am] Jimin: why did you do that?

[9:48am] Jimin: could you not read my writing or something?

[9:48am] Jimin: here, I’ll say it again for you

[9.49am] Jimin: i miss you

[9:49am] Jimin: :(

You flip your phone over so he knows you’re still mad at him.

“What the-? Y/n, cmon,” he whispers loudly, moving up so he’s closer to you. “I know you miss me too.”

“Stop it Jimin,” you hiss.

“So you do miss me?”

You look up at him, and he’s smirking. The fucking cheek.

“Go fuck yourself.”

Jimin chuckles lowly.

“I have you to do that princess.”

He leans in, putting his hand on your thigh and it’s enough for you to feel overwhelmed in his presence for the first time since you acknowledged your feelings for him.

You shove his hand away, close your laptop, put it in your bag and leave the class.

But Jimin is right on your tail. The second you both step out of the hall into the corridor, he’s calling your name.

“Y/n!”

Worry floods your mind as you know you won’t be able to get away from him, but you also secretly don’t want to. You want him to grab you, and tell you how much he misses you. Because you do miss him. And that’s not how you ever expected yourself to be feeling about Jimin.

“Y/n stop!” He pushes you towards the wall, his hands on your arms. “Jeez you can walk fast.” He pushes his hair out of his face, taking a step back from you. You avoid looking at him and try to walk off but he pushes you back to the wall, and this time he brings his body close to yours, whispering softly in your ear. “Cmon princess, I know you miss me.”

A tingling feeling spreads all over your body, a mix of lust, longing, and something else… it’s almost sad, settling in your heart, reminding you of all that you are to Jimin. It hurts you, so you do all that you can to push away the feelings, and push away Jimin.

“No, I don’t miss you.” You shove his chest, hard, and he stumbles back a little, looking at you confused. “And I’m done with you. Go find someone else to play with.”

He opens his mouth to say something, but then stops, his eyes locking with yours, piercing you as though he’s looking inside your mind.

The coldness in your voice was enough to get your message across to him, but it did nothing to convince you of your own feelings.

Ripping your gaze away from Jimin, you walk away feeling utterly miserable with yourself, and leave him standing in the middle of the corridor.

“Y/n, are you sure you wanna stay up here?” Irene asks without even looking your way, her attention focused on applying her lip gloss in front of your mirror.

“Yeah I’m sure, I’m just gonna keep my door locked and zone out for a bit,” you mumble, slumping on to your bed.

“I mean good luck with that,” she replies, replacing the lipgloss in her back pocket, crossing your room to the door. “It’s only going to get louder from now.”

It was Saturday evening and you had decided to sit out the party this week, just because you weren’t feeling up to it. And also because you didn’t want to see Jimin. It doesn’t help that it’s at your sorority this week so you have to stay holed up in your room until the party’s over, but you’d rather do that than be faced with Jimin again.

After your little run in with him yesterday, you had felt upset with him for not apologising, but more frustrated with yourself for letting this happen. You knew from the very start what kind of guy Jimin was - it was part of the reason you had always disliked him. So why you ended up falling for him was something you couldn’t understand.

However after you pushed him away, you thought that he would most definitely be done with you, and move on to find some other girl, except two hours later, you got the apology that you wanted. Just two words, ‘I’m sorry.’

Regardless of it being sent over text, it was enough to give you hope that maybe Jimin might be reciprocating some of your feelings, but then you remembered that this was Park Jimin.

He was not capable of feeling any emotions towards you, plus he hates you. He said it himself. And when he says he misses you, you know he just misses the sex, so you ignored the text.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t consider going back to your previous arrangement with him following his apology, but that would be the worst thing you could do for yourself now you know you like him.

So you hope if you can avoid him, the feelings will go away on their own, and you can go back to hating him, but this time with no sex.

“It’s okay Irene, I’ll just put my headphones in or something, it’s not a big deal.”

Irene smiles and blows you a kiss before leaving you alone in your room.

Sighing, you drop back on to the bed, feeling the room vibrate slightly with the bass of the music playing downstairs.

Bzzz.

Your phone vibrates with a text message.

You tap the screen, and your heart skips a beat when you read the name.

[10:17pm] Jimin: can i see you tonight?

[10:17pm] Jimin: please

Your first instinct is to reply with a yes, but you can’t do that. Then you think to ignore him but the party is at your house, meaning he’ll just come up to your room, so you send a short reply.

[10:18pm] You: leave me alone Jimin.

And then you turn your phone off for the night.

It had been three hours since you turned your phone off and tuned out of the world with Netflix, but now it’s past 1am, and you’re thirsty for some water. The music has been turned down, and there’s not so much noise coming from the rest of the house anymore, just the occasional laughter from downstairs.

You figure it’s safe to venture out and go to the kitchen; most of the people left are probably the girls from your own house and a few others.

Rolling out of bed, you slide into your slippers and walk towards the door. Unlocking it, you pull it open, and much to your surprise, there’s someone waiting for you.

Jimin is sitting on the floor, leaning on the wall opposite your room, one leg outstretched, and the other bent so he can rest his arm on it.

As soon as he hears the door open, his head snaps up and the second you make eye contact with him, you already feel yourself giving in to whatever he wants.

A small smile spreads across his face as he gets up slowly, but it’s neither smug nor arrogant.

“Took you long enough,” he says softly.

You don’t say anything. Your mind is processing the fact that Jimin has come back to you. He’s not moved on with another girl like you thought he would. He’s back here... waiting for you outside your room. A warmth spreads through you at the realisation, and you almost smile; but you want to hear what he has to say first, so instead you lean against your door frame, looking across at him expectantly.

Jimin hesitates, feeling slightly awkward, and it’s the first time you’ve ever seen him unsure of himself.

“Look, y/n, I fucked up, I know I did.” He takes a step closer to you. “I’m sorry, and I really do miss you.”

Normally you wouldn’t believe a word he has to say, but he’s been so different with you recently - especially the night of the bonfire and that day in the cafe - it makes his apology all too real. But still, there’s a possibility he’s playing you, you couldn’t put that past him.

“You don’t miss me,” you glare at him, hoping he’ll break if he’s lying. “You miss the sex.”

“No y/n, I miss you. Just you.” He speaks calmly and firmly, so much so that it sends your heart fluttering a little.

He takes a step closer, eyes locked with yours the entire time, and you can’t help the small smile that settles on your lips. You lose yourself in his brown eyes - that have now transformed into those crescents you love so much, accompanied by his beautiful smile - so you don’t react when he slowly edges his way into your room, carefully watching you the entire time, waiting for you to stop him.

“And I know you miss me too y/n,” he grins, now standing in the middle of your room.

Sighing, you close the door and face him, taking a few seconds to just look at him.

God did he confuse you. First he says he hates you, and now he’s just spent who knows how long outside your room, waiting for you, just so he could apologise. Sure you were also confusing - hating him one minute, and accidentally falling for him the next, but at least you never said you hated him.

“We don’t even like each other Park,” you say with a gentle simplicity.

“Is that why you just let me in?” He looks at you knowingly.

You don’t say anything.

But from the look on his face when the colour rises to your cheeks, it’s clear that he knows. He knows that you don’t hate him, and he knows that your feelings for him have become more than you ever intended.

The thing that was getting to you the most, was that he wasn’t even running away from you and your feelings as he would from other girls. Instead he came to you, and it was enough to spark a hope in you that maybe he’s not as heartless as he seems.

But you also remember what he said to you two weeks ago in this same room. How he’d indirectly insulted you, making you feel pretty worthless to him.

Jimin sees the change in your facial expression and immediately steps up to you.

“Y/n I feel like a jerk. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean what I said to you, it was stupid, I’m stupid,” he sighs. “ I was just feeling insecure, and I should never have said anything to anyone about us, I know you didn’t want me to, it’s just…” he looks around the room nervously. “The guys kept asking me who I was with, and I didn’t tell them at first, but then I kept seeing how many of them were also trying it with you, and um, I just, I didn’t want them to have you.” He pauses and looks at you. “I know it’s selfish, and wrong, but I knew it would piss me off if they got you, so I just told them about us.” He takes a deep breath as he finishes, and waits for your response.

You’re totally disarmed by his confession, and it’s enough to make you forget about any qualms you had with him.

“Careful Jimin, you almost sound jealous,” you laugh a little, and Jimin visibly relaxes, chuckling as he rubs the back of his neck.

“I really am sorry y/n, can we just, can we just forget everything?” He makes puppy eyes at you, but you’d already decided to forgive him the second he started blabbering his apology.

“Fine.”

“Fine?” he questions, cocking his head which only makes him look more adorable.

“Fine,” you repeat softly.

“Perfect,” he sighs smiling.

He locks eyes with you for a few seconds, gazing at you with an unreadable expression. He opens his mouth to say something else, but then closes it again, and looks away nervously.

“What’s wrong?” you ask.

He bites his lip while looking up at you. “Um, can I stay here for a bit?”

You raise a brow at him - does he really just want sex from me? Doubt begins to fill your mind as you stare across at him, but he quickly quells your fear when you fail to answer.

“Just to talk,” he reassures. “I haven’t seen you for two weeks, and I meant it when I said I missed you.”

He smiles almost shyly, and you return the smile, crossing your room to jump on your bed.

“I may have missed you too.”

Jimin grins, kicks off his shoes and sits on your bed at the opposite end. “So, how have you been?” he asks, his smile never wavering.

“I’ve been okay,” you shrug. “What about you?”

He also shrugs, stretching his legs out towards you. “Same old.”

“So, still a cocky little prick?” you smirk at him.

“I’m not that bad,” he laughs.

“I mean…” you raise a brow suggestively.

“Cmon y/n, you just don’t know me well enough.”

“I so do!” You take a second to think of something you could use to prove him wrong. “I know that you, um, you like soccer! Ha!”

Anyone could’ve guessed that by the fact that he is on the college soccer team, but still, you smile smugly at him and he just rolls his eyes.

“And how d’you figure that one out?” he asks sarcastically.

“Well it’s not like you know me any better!”

Jimin leans on the backboard of your bed, and looks up thoughtfully for a few seconds. You watch how a faint smile forms on his lips, the warm hue of your lamplight reflecting on his honey-tinted skin, and then he speaks softly.

“I know that your favourite colour changes depending on your mood, and each time it has a different meaning. Like last semester your favourite colour was a sunset pink, because you were hopeful that this year would be, and I quote, spectacular,” he grins at the memory, “and you said the colour fills your mind with thoughts of happiness and making fun memories with friends…”

Your mouth is slightly agape as you watch Jimin in awe, speaking so fondly about you and the things you don’t even remember mentioning to him. Something blooms in your chest at the realisation that he’s always cared about you more than you thought.

Jimin looks across at you calmly, remaining silent for a few seconds before continuing.

“I know your most embarrassing moment was when you were in 8th grade, and you had to go up in front of your class to give a presentation, but some girl tried tripping you up in front of your crush so you threw your book at her but it ended up hitting him instead.”

You giggle quietly, still listening intently as Jimin keeps talking.

“I know that you’re your dad’s favourite child but you prefer your mum, and I also know you like wearing the necklace he gave to her as a gift which she later gave to you, because you feel it keeps both of them close to you when you miss them. And I know you prefer wearing sneakers to anything else because comfort is key for you. Oh and your favourite food is anything that has carbs, and you eat the sprinkles off your doughnuts first.”

“Wow,” you breathe, feeling literally speechless.

“Shall I carry on, or can you agree that I do know you better?” Jimin teases with a playful lilt to his voice.

“But how? We never even spoke…”

You trail off as you suddenly remember the time you’d told Jimin about your necklace. It was after one of your hook ups, and when you’d both been lying in bed, and he asked you about it since you always seemed to wear it.

Then you realise, it was all those times after sex, when you and Jimin were laying still with no sexual tension or anger between you, just a peaceful quiet, and he would start talking to you about your life. It was why you had always tried to avoid spending that time with him - Jimin was really listening to you all those times when you thought he would just forget the next day, which is why you would just ramble on.

He watches your face as you slowly remember, a soft smile falling on his lips when you look across at him.

“I didn’t know you actually cared.” Your expression reflects your confusion and surprise.

“I’ve always cared y/n…” he looks down at his hands. “I suppose I just have a funny way of showing it.”

That’s true. Because never once had you thought Jimin cared about you when he was vexing you in lectures, or laughing with his friends after he would publicly bicker with you.

You kick his leg playfully feeling the atmosphere get too serious.

“I’ve always cared about you too, even though you’re a real dick sometimes.”

“Yeah I know,” Jimin chuckles.

“Okay but eating the sprinkles off my doughnuts… I definitely didn’t tell you that,” you laugh.

“Yeah, you didn’t. I got to experience that one myself, at the bonfire.”

“Oh yeah...” Your mind revisits the night of the bonfire. The night where you and Jimin had sat quietly in one another’s company, when Jimin had undoubtedly been crying… you look across at him and it’s clear he’s thinking of the same thing.

“I really appreciated you staying with me that night,” he says with a sad smile.

“It’s okay, it was nothing honestly, we don’t need to talk about it.”

As curious as you were to know what was wrong, and not because you were being nosey but because you would want to be able to comfort him, he already seems upset just by mentioning it, so you don’t want him to get upset anymore.

“No, it wasn’t nothing y/n, that night was really hard for me, but you made it so much more bearable, just by being there.” He sighs quietly, his glassy eyes staring across the room into empty space. “Normally I’m alone every year for my brothers’ birthday... he’s dead now.”

He almost whispers the last words, but you manage to hear them, and they bring a coldness into the room with them, sending goosebumps all across your skin.

“Jimin I’m so sorry,” you whisper, feeling completely taken aback by what you’ve just heard.

He still doesn’t look at you, seemingly lost in thought, but now his expression isn’t calm anymore, he looks more hurt, almost betrayed; and when he speaks again, his voice quivers with anger.

“He overdosed a couple of years ago. I kept begging him to stop, so many times, but he didn’t listen to me. I should have tried harder, maybe he might’ve listened. A part of me hates him for it, for leaving me alone, but then how could I? It was our dad’s fault, not his. He pushed him to that point, if he hadn’t kept blaming us for what happened to her… but that wasn’t anyone’s fault, we tried to tell him tha-” he breaks off suddenly and stifles a sob into his arm.

Without even thinking, you move over to him, your arms bringing him into your body, cradling him gently while his tears begin to fall, wetting your sleeve.

Your embrace makes Jimin feel supported, and for the first time in a long time, he lets himself cry without fear of being judged or abused.

“She said she was going to come home herself, she said she didn’t want anyone to come and get her,” he gets out in between sobs, his voice laced with pain and frustration.

Although you still don’t fully understand what happened with him, you feel terrible for him having to go through this, and also for all the times you thought he was incapable of emotions. Seeing him cry makes you want to cry, so you bite your lip to stop yourself, not wanting to make this about you in any way.

“It could’ve happened to anyone,” he continues, and you rub his back soothingly. “But it happened to her, the car came the second she crossed the road-” he hiccups and stops talking, letting his head drop to hide his face in your shoulder as he weeps. You stay still for him and hold his hand, which he acknowledges by bringing his other hand on top of yours and squeezing desperately.

Now you understand his story, almost, except for who the woman was. You think it must be his mother, but to imagine losing two of your loved ones seems too unbearable, but who else could it be?

“Jimin,” you speak quietly, and he pulls back to look at your face. Your heart physically hurts when you see his tear-stained cheeks, red eyes, and broken expression. “The woman you’re talking about… was she your mom?”

His face contorts into one of grief and he nods as huge sobs rack his body.

Tears stream down your own face now, and you pull his head back into your shoulder, squeezing your arms tight around him.

“I’m so sorry Jimin,” you mumble into his hair, taking slow breaths to dissolve the lump that’s formed in your throat.

Jimin sniffles quietly as his own arms wrap around your body, holding you close to him.

Now it all makes sense to you - why he had been crying on the night of the bonfire, and your conversation with him - “it’s better to be a dick than get hurt, right?”

You’d assumed maybe a girl had hurt him in high school, but never did you think he was hurt by something far worse. Losing his mother, and then his brother in such a painful way. Wishing you could take away his pain, you hold him tighter to wordlessly let him know that you’re here for him, and you hope he knows you always will be.

“I wish he was still here,” Jimin speaks hoarsely after a minute. “When he was here it was never so bad with my dad because I knew I had him.”

“What was his name?” you ask, tracing your fingers along his arm.

“Jihyun. He was only 19 when he died, and after that my dad pretty much hated me. He still does.” Jimin takes a deep breath. “I still try to make things better between us, but after my brother he started drinking, and there’s only so much I can do-” his voice breaks a little. “If my mom was here she’d tell me to keep trying. I know he doesn’t want to be like this, he just… he loved my mom so much, it’s like a part of him died with her. But every year on their death anniversaries, May 6th and 17th, I’d go back home to stay with him for the whole month, not that it made much difference. But when sophomore year started, my uncle told him to move in with him so he wouldn’t have to be alone.”

You think about the dates he mentioned, both in May, the following month. His brother’s birthday was only a month ago in March, and it occurs to you how difficult this time of year must be for Jimin.

“You’ve done everything that you can do, your dad can still get better with time,” you say meekly in an attempt to comfort him.

“I hope he does… we used to be close when I was growing up, I miss the old him.”

An image of a young Jimin playing with his dad comes into your mind, despite not knowing what his dad looks like, it’s a happy image, and you wish he could still have that experience.

“How old were you, when your mom passed?”

“14. And then 17 when my brother died.”

You feel a fresh tear wet your skin again where his head is resting, so you don’t say anymore, but just hug him tight, rocking gently.

You stay like that for a few minutes before Jimin moves back, wiping his tears away.

“I’m sorry for unloading on you like that,” he whispers.

You shake your head and cup his face, your thumb swiping at his cheeks to catch the few tears that still fall.

“Don’t be. I’m sorry that you’ve been dealing with that all alone, and I know no words can ease your pain, but I’ll be here for you, no matter what. I mean we’re friends now right?” You smile at him. “That is unless you still hate me?”

He chuckles quietly and sniffles.

“I don’t hate you, I never did.”

He looks at you for a few seconds before dropping his head into your chest defeatedly, and you lean back so he can sit more comfortably.

Stroking his hair soothingly, you try to think of something to say, anything to console him, but you come up short. You’ve never been particularly good at this, so you let your support for him show in your actions instead.

Jimin nuzzles his head lightly against your chest, sighing. Your warm embrace is slowly taking his hurt away from him, but the silence keeps threatening to spill his tears again as thoughts of his broken family keep coming unbidden to his mind.

“Can we talk about something else?” he asks quietly.

“Mhm, how’s your poetry class going?” you ask - it was the first thing that popped into your mind.

“It’s good actually,” Jimin mumbles, his cheek moving against the fabric of your top. “I know what I’m writing about now…”

‘Will I get to read it?” you move his fringe out of his face, smiling at him.

“When I’m done, you can be the first person to read it,” he says softly.

“Am I still your muse?” you ask jokingly, remembering your conversation in the cafe with him.

“I guess you’ll just have to wait and see,” Jimin smiles.

A silence falls between you for another minute, but you’re aware that Jimin wants to be distracted from his thoughts, so you quickly think of something to say. And then you remember everything Jimin had told you about him, and you realise you don’t know some of the same things about him.

“Jimin?”

“Hm,” he hums.

“What’s your favourite colour?”

You feel Jimin smile against you. “Either black or blue. I just like the simplicity of them, you can’t go wrong with it.”

“That’s true. Okay, what’s your favorite food?”

“Anything with meat really. And kimchi. I love kimchi, it’s the best.”

“Hm, I’ll agree to disagree,” you chuckle.

Jimin’s head lifts up at that, his frown expressing his disapproval of your opinion. “How can you not like kimchi?”

You shrug, taking a second to admire his soft features. “It’s like marmite, you either love it or you hate it.”

Jimin smiles cheekily. “So it’s like you then?”

“Hey!” you laugh, slapping his arm playfully before he rests his head on you again.

You continue asking him questions, getting to know more about him and his quirks, and slowly his voice sounds sleeper and his eyes look heavier.

“Jimin?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you want to stay the night?”

Jimin sits up a little. “Can I?” he asks almost nervously.

“Of course you can. I mean I don’t have a spare toothbrush but you can use your finger,” you smile reassuringly at him.

“Thanks y/n,” he leans in to kiss you on the cheek, and the gesture has your heart fluttering. “I’ll have to sleep in my boxers though, is that okay?”

“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before,” you grin, and he chuckles while pulling away from you to enter the bathroom.

When you’re done brushing your teeth, Jimin is already tucked into your bed, on the side furthest from the wall, since he knows you prefer to sleep on the other side from the nights he’s spent with you. Smiling, you clamber over him as he watches you and settle into the empty space, resting your head on the pillow to face him.

As you meet his gaze, you think about everything he’s just told you in the last hour. It makes you feel so much closer to him, knowing that he chose to confide in you. When you look at him now, you don’t see the same Jimin that you couldn’t stand to be around, but the real him. The Jimin that was kind, caring and attentive; someone who just wanted to love and be loved. Your hand starts moving from under the covers to hold his face, but you stop abruptly-

This was the first time he’s sleeping over as something more than just a friend, and you weren’t too sure what to do. All the other times he’d slept over, he would just keep to his own side, and kick you occasionally during the night, but now, can you hold him? Can you cuddle him? It wouldn’t be weird considering you were literally doing just that not even ten minutes ago, right? Plus it’s cold tonight and Jimin is always so warm...

As though he can read the tidal wave of thoughts rushing through your head, Jimin grins, shifting closer so there’s only inches between your faces.

“You’re cute,” he murmurs, watching your face for a reaction.

When you feel the heat flush your face, you mentally curse yourself for not turning off the lamp, because now Jimin can see you blushing. You can’t help but scrunch your face up nervously, closing your eyes. “Thanks?”

“You’re welcome,” Jimin chuckles, and your eyes open when you suddenly feel his warm hand on your face.

Your breath catches in your throat when you look at him - he’s not looking at you with his usual lustful stare. This time it’s more meaningful than that, full of appreciation and adoration.

Before you even realise it, you’re both leaning forward, lips meeting in a kiss which is far different from all the ones you’ve shared before.

Jimin repeatedly presses his plump lips against yours, moving languidly to take his time in loving on you. The feeling sets butterflies loose in your tummy, his other hand reaching around your back to pull you closer to him, his fingertips setting off fireworks under your skin. You snake your arm around him to hold his neck, fingers twirling with the hair at the base of his head and when he parts his lips open, you’re the one that swipes your tongue first to deepen the kiss. He easily grants you your wish, opening his mouth wider to let you explore him in a way you haven’t done so before.

This whole experience is new to you… when you and Jimin had kissed in the past, it would be frantic and hungry kisses with no emotion involved at all, but this... this kiss was full of emotion. It’s deep and moreish, with Jimin’s soft movements nurturing the flower that blooms in your chest for him.

You press closer into his bare body and feel his bulge, partially straining out through the fabric of his boxers. Pulling away from his lips. you let your fingers trail down his bare abdomen, stopping at the band of his boxers. Jimin watches your face the whole time, just as you watch his, waiting in anticipation for you to make the first move.

Unable to resist, you lean in once more to peck him on the lips and when you move away, your fingers slip past the band and find his length, warm and semi-hard in your hand. Jimin lets out breathy whines as you move your fingers nimbly, admiring him as his face contorts in pleasure under your touch, his eyes fluttering shut. Stroking him up and down a few times, you swipe his tip with your thumb as he fully hardens and his grip on your body tightens.

Your breathing gets harder as his low moans turns you on. Jimin opens his eyes to see you biting your lip hard, and his own hand travels in between you both, sneaking past your pajama trousers and panties to feel your dripping heat.

Your hips buck involuntarily when his fingers come in contact with you, finding your clit almost immediately.

Your hand falters for a second, but you resume pumping him slowly when you calm down, leaning in to rest your forehead against Jimin’s while he strokes small circles on your bud.

When you slip your fingers down to cup his balls, he groans, his finger unintentionally pressing harder on you.

You whine loudly and Jimin looks at you with his eyes full of desire.

He pulls his hand from you and sits up, taking your hand out of his boxers. You know what he wants, so you move the covers back from you, and sit up as well to pull off your pajama bottoms first. As soon as they’re off he moves so he’s kneeling in between your legs. His fingers toy with the hem of your top, lightly grazing the skin underneath.

“May I?” he murmurs.

You nod eagerly and he pulls the top off of you, smiling when he sees your bare chest, nipples already hard. He hovers over you as you lie back down, meeting your lips in a hot kiss while his hands trace up and down your body before stopping on your breasts, caressing them with his palm.

You then realise that this is the first time Jimin is in this position with you - all the other times you’d slept together, he always made it clear he would avoid missionary, finding it too intimate, but now intimacy is all you crave from each other.

You moan softly when he starts trailing kisses down your cheek and along your collarbone, down and down until his lips are tenderly pressing against your nipple. His tongue slips out first to give a small lick, and you’re already short of breath from the feeling.

He licks you the same way a few times, short and sweet and then he parts his lips to latch on to your nipple, sucking fervently while you mewl beneath him, fingers curling in his hair.

“Jimin,” you moan, tugging at the waistband of his boxers. “Please.”

He lifts his head and chuckles quietly. “Anything for you princess,” he murmurs, sitting back briefly to take off his boxers, his hard length springing out.

When he hovers back over you, he strokes your cheek before kissing you, and you put your arms around his neck, enjoying how much more intimate this feels. Without parting from your lips, he uses one hand to guide his member towards your entrance, and slowly pushes into you.

A gasp escapes you as his thick cock stretches you out.

“You good?” he groans against your lips.

“So good,” you breathe, wrapping your legs around his waist to bring him deeper.

He slowly pulls out again before pushing into you, this time a little harder, and after a few thrusts, he’s picked up the pace.

“Fuck, y/n, you feel so good,” he moans.

You whine in response, clutching at his arms harder as he easily slides in and out of you. His abdomen brushes your clit on every thrust and you feel your high approaching.

“Harder Jimin,” you mumble.

He props himself up on his palms to give him more room as he rams into you now, the bed creaking loudly with every movement of his hips, but neither of you care. You’re both so close, all it’ll take is a few more thrusts…

Jimin looks down in between your bodies as he re-enters you repeatedly, your walls closing in on him each time, and the sight of it is enough to push him over the edge.

“Oh fuck, y/n I’m coming-” he groans loudly as he coats your walls, and the sight of him above you, your name leaving his lips is all it takes for you to follow suit. Your hips involuntarily buck up towards him as your orgasm washes through your body in waves of pleasure.

You moan Jimin’s name, while he still thrusts in and out of you slowly, coming down from his high. Your hands squeezing his flesh as the pleasure slowly diffuses through you, leaving you breathless once it’s all over.

“You’re so beautiful,” Jimin leans on his forearms to kiss you on the nose. “I don’t think I’ve ever told you that before.”

“Mm, you haven’t,” you smile, wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him in for a slow kiss.

When he finally pulls out of you, you both clean up and he takes his sweater from your desk chair, handing it to you before putting on his boxers. Slipping it on you inhale heavily, taking in his scent that lingers on it.

Jimin notices and smiles fondly as he slumps back into the mattress, extending his arms out for you to lie with him.

You happily fall onto his chest and drape your leg over his body, listening to his heart beat, the steady drum lulling you to sleep.

A/N: oh gosh this was such an intense chapter and I hope I did an okay job of touching on such difficult topics. I know it may be a bit confusing - i’m not a professional writer in any way - so if you have any questions or anything is unclear, just ask me! I hope you guys liked this update!

Also I didn’t actually want them to sleep together straight after Jimin reveals his past to oc, but unfortunately I’m limited and it had to happen that way for the plot/timeline of the story. It’s not too bad I suppose since they’re both in an emotional state following that conversation and this time, the sex was supposed to be significantly more meaningful so it works I guess. Also smut is so hard to write uh.

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The Gr8King

Camboy!Oikawa Tooru x Fem!Reader

+9k words

MDI, Explicit, Smut, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers

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Finding an apartment for college was one of the hardest things you’d ever done. Searching endlessly through ads, you ciphered through countless creeps and dingy houses that were not up to code. Up until the second to last week of summer break, you had no where to stay, but a friend of yours from high school said that he knew a guy looking for a roommate within your price range.

Thanking him a million times, you met up with Tooru Oikawa the next day at a coffee shop and got acquainted. You found him charming, and something clicked between you two immediately, a spark if you would.

Two days after you met him, you were moving in. And very quickly after that you met his best friend; the three musketeers were together at last. Hajime, Tooru and yourself were always together and you all got along extremely well.

You were a middle ground between the two, somewhere between the lines of rude and flirtatious, but it made for some fun nights out. Hajime and yourself are even better friends than Tooru and you, but both of you agree that it’s because of the mutual “hatred”. He became your best friend in a matter of weeks, and people often assumed you were a couple. Every time, it was quickly denied as either of you stated that you would rather shoot yourselves than hook up with one another.

Fast forward almost a year later, and the three of you are sitting on the couch, watching some shit alien documentary Oikawa put on in the background.

“Do you think we should buy a bigger TV, Y/N-chan?” Tooru asks you while shoveling some noodles in his mouth.

“Dude, it’s fine. I mean if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it? Plus, I don’t have the kinda cash for that at the moment.” You stand up, stretching slightly while reaching out to Iwaizumi, seeing as his bowl is empty. “Unless you wanna pitch in?” Laughing softly, he places the bowl in your hand and shakes his head.

“No chance in hell I’m helping you losers buy a bigger television for your apartment.”

“Well that was uncalled for…” Oikawa quietly mumbles. “But! I think I’m just gonna buy a new one. You don’t have to worry about the money or anything. Think of it as our one year anniversary gift!” He wiggles his eyebrows and bumps his elbow into Iwa’s side as you roll your eyes and walk to the kitchen. You’re just glad that you make it to the sink before he can see the bright red on your face.

You weren’t sure when this started, but whenever Tooru teased you, a rush of blood would flow through your system. You’ve known each other for years at this point, and nothing like this has ever happened. You’ve noticed that he’s been building more muscle, almost like he’s glowing. You’re unsure, but not upset.

“How the fuck can you afford that? You’re at practice all the time, and you don’t have a job.” You turn around after washing the dishes, leaning into the counter as you speak.

The two men quickly share a glance before Oikawa speaks. “I have my ways.” The flirtatious tone in his voice lures you in, wanting for the subject to change, and you give in to the pretty boy's ways.

“Whatever Flattykawa.” He sticks out his lip and pouts as you insult him. “I’m gonna turn in for the night, I have an eight thirty lecture and I still have to meet with a TA beforehand.” A yawn escapes your mouth as Hajime stands up from the couch, making his way to you and wrapping his rather large arms around your frame. The man has always been a walking space heater, and you place your arms around him. He rubs his hands on your back before saying goodnight and walking back to the couch. Tooru is still pouting, head turned to look out of the window as he sees his best friend hug his crush. The slight twinge of jealousy lasts for a brief moment, going away as he whispers a brief goodnight to you as well.

A week or so has passed since that night, and things are still the same between yourself and Oikawa. He did end up buying a new t.v., and you got the “old” one for your room. Not only that, but he’s been receiving packages all the time. Almost everyday he gets something shipped to the apartment, and you can’t help but wonder where the fuck all of this money is coming from.

It’s none of your business Y/N. If Tooru’s rich, then there’s nothing you can say about that. He’s just a little luckier than you are, with money, talent and looks he’s practically got no issues… Your thoughts run on and on as you sit at the bar, distracted from the homework on your laptop screen. It’s roughly seven or eight at night on a Monday night, meaning Oikawa’s home since it’s his day off. He doesn’t like being bugged when doing work of any kind, and tends to stay in his room until he’s finished doing whatever it is he’s doing. It was an agreement you both made when you first moved in to learn each other's boundaries and respect privacy at all times.

Your phone dinged on the other side of the counter, and you quickly picked it up to look at the notification. At the same time, Tooru walks through his bedroom door and into the kitchen. His unruly hair was even more disheveled than usual, and his shirt was nowhere to be seen. It’s a rather common occurrence for him to be shirtless, but it’s been happening more and more. Unaware of your gaze, he continued looking for a snack like nothing mattered. You glanced at him quite a few times, admiring the light viel of sweat covering his chest and the soft breaths as he took a few deep inhales.

Not taking any chances of being caught, you went back to checking your phone and saw a text from the group chat you had with a couple of gal pals. They were asking about going to brunch tomorrow and you quickly responded that you were down to clown before placing the phone back on the counter.

“What’s up Tooru?” Your eyes settled back on his frame as he turned to you, a smile grazing his lips. He liked it when you called him by his first name. Not that he’d tell you, but he thought it was cute that you only called him that when you two were alone.

“Nothing much Y/N. Looking for something sweet to eat…”

“Hmm, if I recall you’re the one who ate the last of the rice krispy treats.” You cocked your eyebrow, smirking at his over exaggerated reaction.

“And?” He placed his hand over his heart, “Just because I ate one of your rice krispies treats, and it happened to be the last one doesn’t mean I don’t deserve something sweet.”

“Riiiight, so by one do you mean five? Because I did take the trash out of your room the other day, and there just so happened to be some more wrappers in your bin.”

“Y/N. I would never, and when I say this, I mean never eat all of your snacks. I can’t believe you would accuse me of such a thing.” Oikawa sassed you back, feigning innocence.

“Mhm.” You hopped out of your seat and walked to your room.

“Where are you going?” He calls out, a little dumbfounded that you up and left.

“Hold your panties dude, I’ll be back.” He crosses his arms and leans into the counter as he waits for a few seconds. He can hear your footsteps coming back to the kitchen only a minute or so later, and suddenly a chocolate bar comes flying at him. It hits him square in the chest, but he catches it as it falls.

His lips stretch out into a genuine smile, looking between you and the chocolate. “I love you Y/N,” Tooru says in a sing-song voice, but rips open the wrapper as he speaks. Once again, his words cause a sudden blush to cover your face and you practically run over to your laptop to use it as cover.

“Whatever Tooru.” He chuckles while getting something to drink, and you see that the group chat has popped off during your short encounter. Decisions had been made in a small amount of time, but now you have plans tomorrow.

“What’s got you so happy?” He says, mouth full.

“Oh, just going out with some friends tomorrow. Haven’t seen them in a while so it’ll be fun.” You don’t bother looking up as you type.

“So I won’t be getting a breakfast special?”

“Are you saying you like burnt toast and crispy eggs?” A soft laugh fills the space when Tooru throws the wrapper in the trash. He pads over to the living area and plops down onto the couch.

“Vegging out for the rest of the night?” You call from the kitchen, still engrossed in the group chat.

“I think so. I’m all caught up with everything and a new episode of that alien series came out yesterday.” A hum in affirmation leaves your lips before sitting down next to him.

The rest of the night is quiet as Tooru watches his show and you text your girlfriends, both of you content with being next to one another in comfortable silence.

“So Y/N”, one of the girls smacks her lips once she places her champagne glass on the table, “You and Oikawa together yet?”

A blush erupts over your skin, and wanting to hide you start to shield your face into your shoulder. “No,” you mumble while the girls laugh at your reaction. They’re some of the only people, mind Hajime, that know about your crush. It hasn’t been that long since you’ve developed these feelings, but it’s starting to have an affect on your dynamic with him.

“Well,” another one of your friends starts, “I think you should hop on it girl. He’s fine as fuck, and I can’t help but imagine what he can do with that body-”

“Alright!” Your best friend breaks up the conversation, seeing you get more uncomfortable by the moment. “We don’t need to talk about Oikawa’s anything right now, but I am curious about him buying new things for your guys’ apartment all the time.”

“I don’t know guys. I think he’s just rich, or something,” you shovel some of your food into your mouth, speaking in between bites. The girls look around at each other and shrug it off.

“Maybe he’s got a side business.”

“Or he’s a sugar baby!” They all laugh, minus you who takes the idea seriously.

Maybe he has a sugar mommy or daddy… I mean, he’s got the looks and personality… You pick at the food on your plate as they continue their conversation.

“I would kill to be a sugar baby,” one of them whined, “Then I could sit around and do whatever I wanted.”

“You mean you could sit around and watch porn,” your best friend interjects. Silence fills the space before another round of laughter erupts from the table.

“Okay, but hear me out…” Another girl whispers under the hollers that can be heard across the restaurant. “I started watching this camboy the other week and it’s really hot.”

“Oh, like the guys who jack off on stream?” They sip out of their champagne glasses.

“Yeah, but when you donate money you can request or get things out of it. The guy I’ve been watching has been doing stuff with some vibrators lately, and I can’t get enough.”

“So,” you look up at them all, placing your fork down, “there’s just this whole category of porn where people do what you want.” They all turn and nod, almost eagerly.

“Did you not know about this Y/N?”

“I mean,” you could feel the heat rise on your face again, “I’ve heard of people jacking off on streams, but I didn’t know it was that popular…” Some of them laugh softly at the notion, but others try to explain further.

“You know, you might like it. I can send you the guy's username I’ve been watching. He streams every Monday for sure, and a few other times during the week. I’ll just text you.” She winks and the rest of the morning is just catching up with everyone.

Over the course of the past few days, your curiosity grew about cam culture and what it entailed. It’s been over a year since your last relationship and it has taken a toll on your sex drive. You aren’t about one night stands or friends with benefits, so you just stick to watching, listening and reading porn when you need to get off, and as the days went by you needed the release.

Making sure your room was locked, you opened your phone and searched through the texts to find your friends suggestion.

“Gr8King”, you whisper to yourself while typing the name into the search bar. The livestream pops into frame and the man is fully clad in a slutty maid outfit, teasing his own nipples with his fingers while he speaks ever so softly into the mic. His head is above the screen, allowing you to only see his mid and lower body down to his calves. He’s lean and toned, and you can feel your own arousal growing at the sight. The notification tones going off every few seconds, hundreds of people donating and thousands watching as he moves a hand slowly down his torso, grabbing the hem of the skirt.

“Should we move on to something more,” he moves closer to the mic, breathing softly and talking in a deeper tone, “sensual?” The vibrations from his voice cause chills to run down your spine. You run a hand over your clothed sex, dying for friction while clenching your thighs.

The skirt comes off, falling to the ground and it leaves him bare on screen. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath it, and his cock is already getting hard. The tip is red, leaking with precum as he moves his hand up the shaft, rubbing the head with his thumb and smearing the liquid around.

Messages increase from the viewers, begging him to do something more, but he stays in his position. “I can’t do anything until the masters say I can,” he whines. Never in your life did you think that you would have a thing for guys in maid outfits, but what was left of the outfit and him calling the audience “master” fueled your curiosity.

That’s when you realize the small animations on screen. Based on the donations, there’s a vibrator going on and anytime someone donates they can change it, and if they exceed a certain amount they get called “master” for the night. More people donate, rapidly changing the speed and he bucks his hips into his fist, moaning breathlessly. “Not- not so much,” he releases his hand except for the pointer finger, running it with a feathery touch from the head to the base. A larger notification shows on screen, a “master” donating a rather large sum of money. Once again, the chat waits in anticipation to see what he’ll do next.

“Looks like master wants me to fuck my dirty little fleshlight while the vibrator gets turned up all the way.” He turns to find what’s necessary, and you stare at the screen, biting your lip.

Am I really enjoying this that much? Your eyes are glued to the screen, waiting in anticipation for what’s about to happen. He returns to the frame, toys in hand and resumes the broadcast.

“How could I deny my masters when they’ve given me so much? I need to be a good boy for them..” he purrs into the mic, teasing the head of his cock on the entrance of the clear fleshlight. The vibrator goes to max, and he shoves the toy down his length, moaning viciously.

Embarrassment floods your system as you listen to this random person whisper sinful things into your ear as he reaches his peak. It’s definitely foreign to you, but the throbbing between your legs makes you want to watch more.

Watching the “Gr8King’s” streams becomes almost routine over the next few weeks. You convince yourself that it’s healthy for you to jack off whenever he streams, but deep down you know it’s just an excuse to stare at some guy guy's body while he talks dirty. In fact, this past week you’ve found yourself wanting to donate for the first time, but you don’t have money to just throw around willy nilly so you just lurk.

The stream boots up, this week being just a normal show where he takes suggestions from any amount. You settle into bed, getting prepared for the night’s activities while listening to the voice call you pet names like “cutie”, “gorgeous” and countless others.

It was a stressful week full of work and school, so you decide to take the time now to really let loose and let him guide you to your climax. He talks about nothing in particular, but does as his audience wants while moaning and playing with himself, leaving you panting on your bed, waiting to release at the same time.

Taking all the time in the world, he edges himself multiple times. You can barely hear his words as you desperately try to keep up, but you can feel the knot grow even further in your lower body. After teasing for almost fifteen minutes, he starts to whimper, begging the audience for relief. The way he speaks into the mic is weirdly familiar, just a few phrases here and there catch you off guard, almost as if you know him. This feeling is quickly washed away from the growing knot in your stomach. The audience give into his pleas immediately and you feel the shock waves of pleasure wrack your body. The high washes over and you pant to regain composure. After lying on the bed for a few seconds, you lazily get up and wash up very quickly before hearing a short growl come from your stomach.

Making something quick, you watch some TikToks on the couch as you eat, too entranced by the memes to see Tooru walk out of his room. Once again, he is shirtless, but he spots you on the couch before entering the kitchen.

He slows his pace to admire your flushed skin and glow as you laugh. His heart beats quickly, and he targets the fridge. You can hear him in the next room over, but you don’t bother to call his name, figuring he would join you shortly.

A few moments later, you hear his bedroom door shut and you’re left alone. “What the fuck?” You check the date on your phone, making sure it’s Monday. He usually watches his alien show with me on Monday’s since we can hang out… With a frown, you turn on the t.v. The newest episode plays out as you mindlessly scroll, wondering what was wrong with him.

Two days later, you finish watching a stream, taking longer than usual to clean up and head back out to the living room, wanting to clean some before Hajime comes over. Much to your surprise, it’s being worked on by Tooru, who’s wearing a muscle tank top and some running shorts. He’s panting quietly as he bends to pick up various pieces of trash, but it leaves you stunned.

When did he get so buff? You peered at his abs and pecs through the large slits on the sides of his shirt, but he turns and catches you staring.

“What’s up, Y/N-chan?” He’s got a sly smirk plastered over his face. Your reaction is involuntary heat takes over your body. Without saying anything, you turn and go back to the safehaven of your room.

Tooru is also stunned over your movements, expecting some kind of sassy retort. Then his phone dings in his pocket. Still freaked out over what happened, he checks his messages and sees you’ve texted the group chat you both have with Iwaizumi.

[I think I’m sick, so you guys have fun tonight <3] His brow furrows; now he’s just confused.

“The fuck did you say to her man?” Hajime shoves a piece of sushi into his mouth, talking between chews. Tooru and himself sat at the counter, talking over some movie that all three of you were supposed to watch.

“I made a joke about her staring at me since I was wearing workout clothes, but I thought she was gonna just punch me or something.” He places the chopsticks down on his plate and tries to think. A light goes off in his head, Hajme can see that, but the look is quickly replaced with one of defeat.

“Imayormaynothavebeenavoidingherforthepastfewdays.” All at once, Oikawa speaks in a rushed and hushed sentence, hoping his best friend caught on.

“Excuse me: what.” There’s no playful tone in the air. Hajime popped that balloon and glares daggers into that thick skull of Oikawa’s.

“I,” he plays with his hands, “may or may not have been avoiding her over the past few days.” The first go around was quieter, but Iwa hears it more clearly, finally understanding what’s going on.

“You’re a fucking moron, you know that right?” Hajime places his utensils down, “I’m not going to get in between whatever’s going on here, but you both need to figure shit out. You can’t just avoid her all of the sudden. Not that she’s said anything to me, but she might be going through something and having one of her best friends just avoiding her out of the blue might not be the best thing for her.” Oikawa’s eyes widen at the words of wisdom. He makes a mental note for later, and the night goes on with the two men watching Godzilla for the 100th time.

Monday afternoon rolls around, and Tooru walks through the door of the apartment, finished with his classes. You’re making some tea to get some homework done, and he marches into the kitchen, raiding the pantry and fridge.

“You okay man?” Your brow pops up in concern. He didn’t have practice today, so why was he acting like this?

“Huh?” He turns with some food stuffed in his mouth. After swallowing, he answers, “Yeah, I’m good. Just wanted to talk with some friends on chat tonight so I wanted to eat quickly.” Hesitantly, you nod, returning to your laptop on the counter. What you couldn’t see was how his heart rate picked up after seeing you in the kitchen. He’s been wanting to confront you about his sudden absence in your life, but everytime he sees you he gets extremely nervous and bolts.

Tooru finishes up with whatever, and practically runs to his room, slamming the door. He scolds himself quietly behind the closed door for not saying anything to you.

Rude. You focus on homework for another thirty minutes or so and check the time, knowing that your weekly ritual is gonna be starting in the next fifteen minutes or so. Packing everything up, you move into the bedroom, checking the lock on the door for the thousandth time before settling down.

In minutes, “Gr8King” appears on screen, this time in a sports uniform. He starts out like normal, teasing the audience with his voice, running his hands along his body as countless people donate and chat in real time.

Just as he’s about to take his jersey off, a notification dings somewhere off camera and he tenses. “Excuse me cuties,” in a rush, he moves out of frame, slightly knocking his camera from it’s normal setup.

In the background, you spot a poster on a wall that’s eerily familiar. It’s light blue, with a man jumping high, arms reaching back as he prepares to attack. A net is settled before him as a volleyball is high in the air. There’s words in a foriegn language, except for the large letters at the bottom of the poster: “Argentina”.

This causes you to stop what you’re doing. You’re not entirely sure why, but the poster pokes and prods at the back of your mind. It’s a thorn you didn’t know you had.

Why does this guy have an Argentinian volleyball poster? The live stream continues in the background while your eyes haze over. Why does this bug you so much? It’s not like I know the dude, but he did seem familiar in a sense...

That’s the last piece. Everything falls into place as you hastily slam the laptop close. Your breaths are heavy as you finally understand. He’s not fucking rich, he’s a fucking camboy! Your fingers run themselves through your hair over and over as your brain tries to process what’s happening.

I’ve been watching Tooru fuck himself for weeks and had no idea. I was watching the guy I’m crushing over please himself for thousands of people, and he’s just down the hall. What the fuck. You try to stop fidgeting, but your anxiety starts to spike.

“Maybe it’s not him. Maybe this is just a weird fucking coincidence that some streamer has the same schedule as Tooru and the same volleyball poster,” legs pacing around the room, you try to rationalize the situation. Talking out loud helps you realize what’s happening, but you speak quietly to ensure he won’t be able to hear you. Your heart is hammering in its cage, the rapid beating making you dizzy.

Before making any hasty decisions, you walk out into the kitchen and grab a glass of water. “Maybe it’s just a coincidence…” You pull out your phone, turning the sound all the way down and go back to the stream. You don’t actively watch, bouncing your leg as you lean on the counter, and wait for it to end.

You realize it might be a while, and you creep through the hallway, wary of the floorboards that creak and press your face onto his door, listening as closely as possible. Very softly, you can hear moans and grunts, but no actual words. Maybe he’s just working out...

The stream is still playing on your phone, but you return to the kitchen. Not much later, it ends and you wait patiently, timing everything from when it ends. Preemptively, you fill an extra glass with water and set it down. Five minutes pass, and Tooru walks out of his room, sweaty and shirtless. He turns the corner, taking the glass with a small thanks before going to the living room.

The timing makes sense. If he’s the Gr8King than it would make a lot of sense...

[Hajime we need to talk] you type and send before returning to your room, avoiding Tooru. He notices your disappearance and frowns, debating on fetching you. He misses the time you two used to spend together, and he scolds himself further for not bringing it up.

Taking a deep breath, he tells himself to “man up” and sends, [hey, i'm here for you if you need me :)]. He presses his lips into a line before hitting send and placing the phone on the couch next to him.

“So what’s up? Not to be rude but you never wanna go to the juice bar…” Hajme laughs lightly, hiding how nervous he is to be meeting up with you.

“I need to ask you something,” you sip the green smoothie, smacking your lips in disgust at the flavor. “And I need you to be honest with me.” Making eye contact, you set the cup down on the table.

“Y/N you’re freaking me out,” he meets your eyes and clenches his jaw.

“Well,” the blush rises in your cheeks, “I always joke about where Oikawa gets his money,” Hajime tightens his grip on his own cup, but remains silent. “I thought it was weird that he got packages all the time when he was either at home or at practice. Then I realized when he was at home, he’d lock himself in his room.” Your face is bright red and you take a deep breath in. “A friend of mine suggested something to me a few weeks back, and when I looked into it I saw something I don’t think I should have.” You look up at the ceiling, avoiding Iwa’s strong gaze. You don’t say anything, trying to think of a way to ask in the least embarrassing way possible.

“What is it Y/N?” He speaks with a small voice.

“Istooruacamboy?” You whisper, still looking up. Hajime’s face also breaks out into a blush, but he chuckles at the events. His chuckles grow into full on laughter as he buckles over and you’re stunned into silence. This continues for a few minutes until he calms himself down, wiping a few tears from his eyes while he looks up to you.

“I can’t believe you found out by watching him.” Some would say it’s impossible, but your face turned two shades darker as you slap him on the chest.

“Fucking asshole! You fucking knew, didn’t you?!” You punch him in the bicep for good measure as you scold him. His laughter is brought back while sipping on the rest of his drink.

“He started after the first semester of school, just trying new things. He told me it was interesting to him, and I said I wanted no part. He hated working at that sports store, you know that, and when he started to get popular there was no going back.” You sit silently, letting him explain. “I hope you don’t think that he’s like, sex crazed or anything… He’s just doing it for the money as far as I know and he likes being able to work from home.” He smiles, acknowledging his friends work but finishes his drink in silence, waiting for a response.

“I don’t think any different of him,” you shake your head and begrudgingly take another sip. “I just- It’s hard for me to take in? I think? Like, I wanna be supportive for him, and I’d like to think that I am but that doesn’t change that I want to be more.” Hajmie nods in affirmation, already knowing that you have feelings for your mutual best friend.

“I'm gonna keep saying it, just tell him. Tooru’s a good guy, and you two deserve each other.” You bite your lip and keep silent. “But first you should tell him that you know about the cam stuff.” Iwa is nonchalant about it all, and grabs your cup, finishing off the drink.

You sit on the couch, bouncing your leg but keeping an eye on the package that sits on your lap. It was something for him, but you don’t open it. You just sit there, eye’s on the door, waiting for him to get home from practice.

This is a stupid fucking idea, I should just go back to my room. Your leg bounces faster, and the anxiety bubbles in your stomach. You have no idea what’s gonna happen when he steps through that door, but you were set on telling him tonight.

Just then, the sound of keys entering the lock draws you away from your thoughts, the handle jiggling slightly before it turns and Tooru steps through. He’s dressed in sweats and a tee, hair damp from a shower and a gym bag hanging from his shoulder. He kicks his shoes off and enters the living area, setting the bag down without noticing that you’re watching his every move. Moving into the kitchen, he still doesn’t acknowledge that you’re there as he grabs a glass of water and walks back down the hallway to his room.

“Tooru!” You don’t know what you’re doing, but you need to get this over with. He stops his movements, and pulls an earbud from his left, looking at you with concern.

“Yeah?” He’s unsure what’s causing your outburst, but then he notices the package sitting in your lap, hands softly grasping it to keep its place in your lap. A wave of panic settles down his spine as he slowly spins around and walks to the couch, taking a seat on the other side from you. His eyes are glued to the package, but he notices that it isn’t open.

“I have something I wanted to tell you,” you start softly, placing the cardboard box between you both. He gently sets the glass of water on the glass coffee table and folds his fingers together, settling them on his lap.

“And what’s that?” He’s still shaken, but looks into your eyes.

Your heart starts to pound. What if this is a mistake? He looks like he’s about to throw up. Shaking the doubt from your head, you take a deep breath and hold your gaze. “I know what you do.”

His head cocks to the side, taking in your words. “I’m sorry Y/N, but what does that mean?” He hopes you aren’t alluding to what he thinks you’re getting at.

Another deep breath and you start again, “I know why you spend so much time in your room.”

Tooru’s face flushes with color, the pink hue finding its way onto his skin and he laughs anxiously at your words. “I don’t think I follow.” He’s trying to change the subject, hellbent on finding a way out of this. “Are you saying you know that I masterbate Y/N?” He’s trying to tease you, hoping this conversation would stop and you would hand him his package and be on your way.

Cue your face turning red, but you huff in annoyance, throwing the box at him. “Yeah, if you mean that you’re streaming it.” He catches it and looks at you, eyes are blown wide, and he realizes this is the worst timeline to be alive in. You, on the other hand, are annoyed that you had to say it out loud and stand up, folding your arms and staring him down. “I don’t care, but I wish you would’ve said something to me. As your roommate and your best friend,” ouch, that hurt, “it would’ve been nice to know.”

With that, you march into the kitchen, looking for a way to cool off, but a pair of arms sneak around your waist as you rummage through the freezer.

“I’m sorry I didn’t say anything,” he mumbles into your hair. The close contact wasn’t abnormal, but it never felt like this. Your body heats up when his breath hits your skin, but you remain in your place. “I just- I didn’t know how you would react and Hajime kept telling me to talk to you about it, but I always get too nervous to bring it up.”

You spin around, his arms still on your hips, and watch his face carefully. He looks concerned still, but there’s a small pleading in his look. “And why were you nervous?”

Tooru’s face turns a shade darker, “It’s just weird, I guess. You’re one of the only girls in my life that I'm kinda serious about I didn’t wanna loose you if you thought that I just thought about sex all the time.”

Was that a confession? Your head starts to spin when he realizes what just happened.

“I MEAN, uh, you’re one of the only girls that I consider a big part of my life, you know?” He’s frantic and stumbling over his words, but you stay absolutely still. His grip on your hips loosens, he wants to run into his room but sticks it out to see what you do.

Instead, you surprise him by nuzzling yourself further into his neck. “You’re very important to me too, Tooru.” Your voice is soft, and muffled against his neck but he smiles into your head, living in the moment. He wraps his arms around your frame, squeezing you tight against his firm chest.

“I’m kinda serious about you too…” The statement was almost lost to the hum of the a.c. unit, but Tooru caught your words and he stiffened up. You stay exactly as you are, praying to whatever god is out there that this all works out in your favor.

It takes a few seconds for him to come back to earth, realizing how hot your face is against his skin, but once he regains consciousness he chuckles. The vibrations ripple through your body, as you both remain in one another's arms. Your first thought was that he was laughing at you, and the panic settles under your skin. He can feel you start to pull away, but tightens his grip on your body, effectively trapping you in this position.

“Iwa-chan’s right, we are idiots.” Everything is so confusing. Does he like me back? Is this a joke? What does Hajime have to do with any of this? Countless thoughts along these lines run through your head, and Tooru knows this. “We’ve both been pining over each other for months.”

His words process with high speeds as you pull back. He had loosened his grasp, but his hands remained on your sides as you both stared into each other's eyes. You search his for answers, while Tooru finds comfort in yours.

He laughs breathlessly once he can see your body relax, and he dips down to meet your lips. Tooru’s movements are fluid, moving both hands up to your jaw while tilting his head. You gasp once his soft lips meet yours. They taste like his dumb chapstick that he carries around everywhere.

Tooru takes it slow, moving at your pace while humming into the kiss. Pulling back after a few seconds, you lean forward to catch his lips before he detaches himself. Rubbing a thumb on your cheekbone, he flashes the most brilliant smile. In the year you’ve known him, this is the most genuine and beautiful thing you’ve ever seen him do, and you can see it in his eyes.

“Y/N,” his voice is ever so soft, gliding in the air from his lips to your ears. Tooru’s eyes hold nothing but adoration in them as you stare into each other's eyes. “I don’t want to be serious with anyone but you.”

The bright blush returns to your cheeks, the warmth between your two bodies rising exponentially. His thumb doesn’t stop moving across your cheekbones. He's in total bliss as nothing in the world could matter more than what was happening at this moment in your shared apartment.

You smile up at him and grab onto his hand that's stroking your face, and just hold it closer to your skin. After a light squeeze, you both shift positions to hug once more, Tooru's arms latching around your waist and yours around his neck.

"Thank you," he states, the world muffled from your hair as he has lodged himself in the crook of your neck.

"For what?" You mumble back, rubbing an arm up and down his neck.

A deep chuckle causes your body to rumble, and a soft breath cascades down your neck before he pressed feathery kisses behind your ear. They're lighter than air, but you can sense he's holding back a bit. "For not being upset with me, for putting up with me, for accepting me, for everything." His whispers are woven into your skin, goosebumps rising up and down your spine as he speaks.

You push yourself further into his chest, a silent affirmation that everything is okay and will be okay. He smiles as he continues to press his lips to your neck, humming in the silence.

After a few minutes more of embracing one another Tooru pulls away, hands grazing your hips as he stares deeply into your eyes. His chocolate iris’ swirl with several emotions as you take in the vulnerability. You have only known Tooru as the charming, flamboyant character he puts on around almost everyone else. Maybe once or twice in your year of living with him have you seen this side of him, in which he offers himself as he is, not as who he wants to be perceived as.

Tooru presses a quick kiss to your lips and puts some pressure on your hips, signalling he wants to move. You both relocate to the couch, where he traps you in his arms and lap.

“I’m curious,” you reposition to look up at him, but he chuckles at your wide and curious eyes. “How did you find out about my streams?” A teasing grin makes its way on to his lips and your brain short circuits.

“Uh.. about that…” You purse your lips, looking anywhere but him, embarrassed of the insinuation of your actions.

Tooru breath fans against your neck, his face dipping down into that crook once more while letting out a low laugh. Sparks fly between you two when his lips brush your ear. He whispers, “You’ve watched me, haven’t you?”

With lightning speed, you snap your face to match his, but he’s quick to recover the initial shock with a deep kiss. He cranes his neck to further the kiss, pulling at your bottom lip with his own. Still startled by his teasing, you give in easily to his antics and within seconds his tongue has entered your mouth.

A low growl escapes him all while you succumb to his movements. His hand snakes up your side, settling itself on your rib below your breast. Tooru rubs his thumb in that spot, but you are lost in his taste to feel his hand.

You start to move in sync with him, moving together and letting each other take the reigns. Oikawa adores your feisty spirit, and when it starts to show through your movements, it only excites him more. You explore his mouth with your tongue, and suck on his lower lip as he slowly moves his hand back down your sides to cup your ass.

Now that you’re in control of your actions, you feel his hand stop right above your butt, almost as if he’s asking permission, but you grab a hold of his wrist and shove it down. That hand lets go of his arm and down to the hem of his shirt. A few fingers make contact with his toned stomach, and he shivers at the cold sensation.

“Impatient much?” Tooru repositions you so you’re straddling him. You don’t break off the kiss and place your hands on either side of his face, the tips of his hair tickling your fingertips. His large hands grasp under your thighs as he hoists the both of you up and off of the couch. Hastily he moves down the hall and into your room, busting through the door and gently he places you down on the edge of your mattress.

You pull away, breathless and stare into his eyes once more. The tension in the room is thick, but warm and comforting. He smiles at the look in your eyes, knowing that you’re in no way anxious of what’s about to happen.

“Are you sure about this Y/N? We don’t have to do anything before the first date.” His smile is intoxicating, and he doesn’t want to pressure you in any way.

“I want you Tooru, I’m good,” this time you rub a thumb across his cheekbone in reassurance. Smiles on both of your faces, he dips back down to capture your lips and push you onto your back.

Your mattress is firm underneath you, the bed frame shifting under the weight of two people. The cold sheets scrunch under your back contrasting the warm embrace of Oikawa as he dips down on top of you, running a hand through your hair.

“Do you trust me?” He speaks while hovering over your body. You push yourself up to meet his lips, giving him a quick peck on the side of his mouth. “I’ll take that as a yes then.” You laugh and lay back down, pulling the front of his shirt to pull him down with you.

Tooru laughs into the kiss, pressing his chest into your own. All of his kisses are electrifying, the spark runs up and down your spine while you both like with one another.

You take the next step and tug at the hem of his shirt while wrapping your legs around his lower half. His skin raises in temperature but he follows suit, practically tearing the fabric off of himself. You watch Tooru get shirtless and fully take in his figure.

It's not like you haven't seen him like this, but this is the first time you've ever actually took a good, long look at Oikawa's figure (knowing it was him, at least). He works out regularly for volleyball and maintains a good diet, and it shows. His chest is firm when you place a hand on it, and his abs create a valley down his stomach.

As you feel him up and down, Tooru stares at your face as it scrunches curiously. "Like what you see cutie? It shouldn't be anything new."

You blush but smack his chest in retaliation. A low laugh escapes his lips, but he sneaks a hand to the bottom of your shirt, poking a few fingers into your stomach in a wordless question of what to do. You squirm in your position and he helps remove your shirt.

Arms cover your chest instantly as you realize you're wearing one of your older bras that isn't the most flattering thing on the planet.

Noticing the shift in tone, Tooru gently unfolds your arms. "None of that Y/N." You don't put up any resistance as he speaks sweet and salty worlds into your ear. His hands are coarse and rough, calloused from years of training but he untouched you with a softness, almost as if he was handling a dove.

He kisses your neck making his way down your chest while reaching underneath you, unclasping the bra and throwing it onto the floor.

With your breasts exposed, Oikawa pins your arms on either side and continues down your clavicle, down through the valley between your chest. You whimper when he suddenly takes one of your nipples into his mouth, gently biting and sucking of the soft bud.

Instinctually you squeeze your thighs together, but he stands between them and he hums into your breast, knowing you're starting to grow impatient. Tooru's other hand moves to the opposite breast, kneading it in his palm.

A soft moan escapes your lips and you roll your hips into his, shock waves of pleasure wrack your body while your cunt starts to throb.

Oikawa moves further down your stomach, reaching the button of your pants. He peers up at you, pupils dilated and hungry. You nod and lift your hips while he removes both the pants and panties you were wearing.

He stands at the edge of the bed, removing the rest of his clothes and let's his cock spring free. It's red at the tip, which reaches up to his abs from being hard.

Tooru’s hips meet yours, laying his long cock over your bare stomach while rubbing soft circles into your thighs. “Look at how deep I’m gonna be inside of you cutie.” A quiet whimper leaves your lips, wrapping your legs around his waist in a silent plea. His eyes burn into your skin.

“Tooru, please…” The desperation in your voice only spurs him on as he drinks you in, lying bare, begging for him. It’s everything he’s ever wanted, and his dick hardens further at the sound of your voice.

A switch flips in his brain once you swirl your hips, and a smirk pulls at his lips. He leans forward, pressing his body into your, getting dangerously close to your ear and fanning hot breath over your skin. Chills erupt from the sensation and make their way across your body, causing a whimper to involuntarily escape your mouth when his hot skin presses into your cold chest. “What do you want, Y/N?” Tooru’s voice is quiet, but the vibrations from his words have an effect on your body you thought wasn’t possible. He presses feathery kisses into the sweet skin on your neck, causing you to tilt your head.

“I want-” Your voice is breathless as you search for words. “I want you to-” Suddenly, he slips his dick in between your folds, slowly moving his hips up and down, getting himself ready with your slick. The electricity of his movements force a moan through your throat, Oikawa relishing in the sound of your voice as he uses his thumb moves to apply pressure on your clit.

Still breathing hot air onto your neck, he mumbles, “You want me to fuck you, is that it?” Your eyes shut as a thousand tiny confirmations leave your body, physical and not. He revels in the moment, realizing the control you both have over each other. He can’t help wanting more of you, all of you. Your aura is intoxicating, and Tooru feels drunk off of your presence.

“Please.” He continues grinding his length down your folds. “Just fuck me already.” Your voice is raspy, pleading for movement, connection, anything. Arms folding around his neck, you grind harder into his cock while he continues to rub the sensitive bud.

“So impatient.” His voice is dark, sultry and enticing. It draws you in, leaving you stunned and you can’t think straight anymore. “I bet you’ve wanted this. Watching me stream, you got to see all of me little cutie,” Tooru readjusts himself, placing the tip at your entrance, drawing circles with it. “Now I get to see all of you.”

He slowly pushes forward, letting his dick get sucked in to you as you cry out at the contact. Oikawa starts to lose himself at the feeling of your pussy when it twitches. His eyes never leave the sight of his cock disappearing into you.

You take a moment to breath as his hips lay flush with yours, but you take action and raise your hips. He hisses at the movement, not expecting you to set the pace so quickly.

Snapping out of it as you move your hips back, Tooru moans loudly and grabs one hip and leans over you, placing his other hand next to your face. His face gets inches in front of yours, matching your movements and leans in to take your lips once more.

His hips move back and forth, building up speed through both of you ravenous moans and whimpers. Through the sounds and movements, you feel his cock penetrate you with endless force, as if it fits perfectly inside of you.

You moan his name as Tooru pounds into you, scratching at his back from the waves of pleasure. Feeling you clench around him almost teasingly, the hand on your hip moves to your clit, and Oikawa starts to rub circles.

"Fuck Tooru!" You press your nails harder into his skin and he growls at the sensation. You can feel yourself getting close, the knot building larger with every second.

He pulls back from your lips and looks at your face. Your eyebrows are scrunched and your eyes are shut. The way his hips move is better than you could’ve imagined, even more sexual than his streams. Oikawa shifts his position to hit you deeper, his dick just barely hitting your cervix.

"I'm close," you mumble from bruised lips. He can’t hold himself back much longer and his thrusts become erratic. Tooru plants his lips on your ear, speaking a thousand words to you which you’re unable to hear. His thrusts and deep and fill you to the brim. The pleasure becomes too much for you to be able to focus and with one thrust you tense and the knot snaps.

He moans your name loudly when he feels your walls clench down on him. Swiftly, Tooru pulls out and finishes on your stomach, white ropes decorating your soft skin.

His head is still next to yours, but you’re both panting. It takes a few seconds for both of you to come back to your senses, but he prys himself up and off of you, looking down on his work. “You’re gorgeous Y/N, just fucking stunning.” He admires your glowing form while you stare at him, a smile adorning your features.

Oikawa moves first, placing another soft kiss to your lips before going to the bathroom for a warm towel. You lay in bed, just thinking about everything. How did I get here? You never thought that watching camboy porn would ever lead to you getting with the guy you’ve wanted for a while now, but if it works out then it works out you guess.

He returns a few moments later and cleans you up, throwing the rag with the rest of your clothes and climbs into the sheets, maneuvering you onto his chest where he cuddles you and runs a hand through your hair.

You close your eyes, breathing onto his bare chest and take in the beat of silence. You can’t see it, but Tooru looks down at you and smiles. You’re finally his. He can finally hold you in his arms and give you all the love he thinks you deserve. His heart swells at the notion, and makes a mental note to thank Iwaizumi later in general since he feels in a giving mood.

Oikawa feels your breath even out, your chest rising and falling in a slow pattern. Your senses are drifting from you, but you’re able to make out a few things before you pass out. Tooru places a kiss on the crown of your head, pressing his lips into your hair and he whispers something before you completely fall asleep.

“I love you Y/N.”

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alby-rei · 3 years

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Sharing is Caring and that includes Naps (Leonardo x MC)

Prompt: Leonardo doesn’t like to share, especially when it’s MC, and he’s noticed the lingering glances of some of the residents. Different scenarios have popped up since MC decided to live in Le Comte’s mansion with them, and Leonardo has made a permanent mental note of who to trust and who to absolutely, positively not trust when it comes to sharing her.

[Series] Post-Route Leonardo x MC

[Genre] Fluff, Comedy

[Warnings] None

1. {Leonardo & Napoleon (ft. Sebastian)}

“MC, would you mind waking up Napoleon for me? Normally I would take care of it, but I must finish cooking breakfast here,” Sebastian nodded towards the frying pan on the stove in front of him.

“Sure, Sebas. I’ll be right back.” I set down the tray I was holding and untied my apron before heading towards Napoleon’s room.

It sounded like an innocent request at the time.

I walked down the hall, mentally counting how many doors I passed by. I’ve made that a habit in order to keep track of who lives where. You’d think after a month of doing chores around Le Comte’s mansion, I would memorize these kinds of details by now.

I stopped in front of Napoleon’s door. The door was left ajar.

“Hm? It’s open?” I knocked lightly, calling out to Napoleon, but I heard no response.

I debated whether I should invite myself in or not, looking around for any sign of other residents that could enter for me. Nope, none. I slowly pushed the door open and peered inside, finding Napoleon comfortably huddled in his lavish master bed under his extremely comfy-looking blanket. I stood in front of Napoleon’s sleeping form; he laid on his side facing away from me. I took a deep breath, then slowly shook his exposed arm with my hand. I could feel his muscles flex under my touch, but he didn’t stir. So, I persisted.

“Napoleon… Napoleon… Sebastian and I made breakfast, come on before it gets cold.”

I was about to give up and leave when I heard shuffling, and Napoleon turned so that he laid on his back instead. His eyes remained closed, and he breathed deeply. Something tells me he’s awake and faking his sleep.

I crouched down to his eye level with a motherly expression that read, “I ain’t dealing with your shit, child, wake up already.”

“Come on, Napo.” I reached out to shake him again, but he suddenly grabbed arm and pulled me towards him.

I was caught completely off-guard when I felt his lips peck my cheek lightly. I pulled away with a yelp, but his grip was firm, holding me in place when I recoiled my head. His grip changed slightly, and he pulled me on top of him.

“Napo! What do you think you’re doing?”

“Shhhh… Too loud in the morning. Let’s sleep together a bit longer,” he murmured.

Napoleon had me laying on my side at the edge of the bed with his arm slung around me like I was a stuffed plushie. My face heated up at the close proximity, especially since I didn’t know Napoleon that well just yet. Sebastian is going to kill me for taking so long...!

…Actually, does he know that Napoleon is like this in the morning? He must know since he keeps notes of these things in his prized notebook of random facts about the residents. Did he set me up?!

“Stop moving, nunuche, or else I’ll kiss you again.”

“Listen buddy, only Leonardo can use that threat on me, okay?”

A third voice joined in from Napoleon’s door.

“Hm?” It was Leonardo. Shiet. “Cara mia, shouldn’t you be making us breakfast?”

I could hear the drowsiness in his laughter, as he waltzed into the room until he stood where I was a minute ago. I couldn’t see him all too well from my current locked position in Napoleon’s arms, but I saw Leonardo’s expression shift from the corner of my eye.

“Leonardo, honey. This isn’t what it looks like, I promise.”

“Oi, Napoleon, what do you think you’re doing with cara mia?” Leonardo leaned over me to shake Napoleon out of his apparently very deep slumber.

Using the arm that was around my body, Napoleon pulled Leonardo towards him and pecked him on the lips. Leonardo withdrew away from him with a scowl as soon as their lips touched. A smirk etched its way on Napoleon’s sleepy visage, as he peeked an eye open at Leonardo. His jade green eyes appeared to challenge the pureblood to try to wake him up further.

Sighing, Leonardo stood up straight and started walking away.

“Leonardo? Where are you going?” He reappeared in my line of vision, but he stood at the opposite side of the bed.

Seemingly ignoring my question, Leonardo kicked his boots off and pulled the covers to sit on the bed.

“At least turn her around, so I can hold her, too,” Leonardo pouted, pulling the cover over his body.

Suddenly, I felt my world flip 180 in Napoleon’s arms, and I found myself stuck between both men. Leonardo grinned, pulling me towards him with his arm around my upper arm, turning me around to lie on my back. Sinking into the soft pillow, he made no effort to get Napoleon’s arm off of my waist. I was caged in a warmth that I enjoyed all too much. That, along with the extremely comfy-looking blanket, made me want to stay here with them for the rest of the morning.

“Guys… you’re making me drowsy again,” I whined lazily.

Leonardo closed his eyes as soon as his head hit the pillow, leaving no room for negotiation. I admired the serene look on his face as he slept. It’s not every day I get to see these men so peaceful and so child-like in their stubbornness. They’re so adorable, dammit.

I brought my hand up to brush the hair out of his face, and he caught my hand, kissing my palm and intertwining our fingers before bringing it back down to his side.

Eventually, I ended up drifting to dreamland alongside my sleeping beauties.

[Bonus Scene]

But before I actually succumbed to the warm embrace of sleep, Sebastian did come to check up on me.

I found his mop of silver hair peeking through the door, calling out for Napoleon.

“Sebastian!”I whisper-yelled, craning my neck to look at him.

As soon as Sebastian opened his mouth to say something—probably reprimand me for taking so long— he paused in utter shock.

“Oh, haha, hey Sebastian, buddy ol’ pal, I swear this isn’t what it looks—”

Sebastian drowned out the sound of my voice, his eyes staring at the extremely comfy-looking blanket we were currently wrapped around.

I swear, if he even thinks about joining in, Imma jump out and slap all three of them.

But he didn’t. He just stood there. I wonder what’s going on in his head… A lecture? Punishment plans?

...Meanwhile, in Sebastian’s head...

Master Leonardo isn’t bothered by Napoleon’s presence next to MC. And Monsieur Napoleon is sharing his bed with others, which he was previously very protective of!! This is totally new, undocumented information. Darn it, why did I leave my notebook in my room?

Sebastian’s hand was inside his jacket pocket, but he came up empty. He decided to take mental notes, and he dipped out of the room with the utmost subtlety that I’ve associated with his character.

Which is to say, none at all. This man was tiptoeing out like the floor was marked with hidden lasers.

Alarmed by his lack of assistance, I called out, “H-hey, Sebby. Wanna help me out of… here? Oi, get back here! …Sebby? Hello? Y-you’re just going to leave me here?”

“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll give you other chores to take care of later in the day!”

“Shhhh. Cara mia, let’s take a nap together,” Leonardo muttered in my ear.

The warmth of his breath on my ear spread to the rest of my body. Whining again, I relented, closing my eyes to focus on Leonardo’s sweet scent.

~Leonardo’s Verdict

Napoleon: Dependable, helps show cara mia's adorable side

Sebas: A homie, should give cara mia breaks more often

#Leonardo doesn’t share #except when it’s nap time #and it’s Napoleon specifically #nap buddies #morning cuddles #Sebastian appearance #Sebastian fanboy moment TM #ikevamp leonardo #ikevamp leonardo x mc #ikevamp napoleon #ikevamp sebastian #alby one-shots #eep first post #ikemen vampire #leonardo x reader #ikemen vampire leonardo

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palfriendpatine66 · 3 months

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✨🫱Care to share🫲✨ Ask:

What are your writing suggestions for newcomers, or what would you have liked to know when you first started? What is your advice for fellow writers?

Buckle up: hope you were prepared for a ramble, because I'm going to share what I've been struggling with lately:

You will see over and over again write what makes you happy and write the stories you want to read. And it will seem so painfully obvious - like, yeah duh, that's why I'm doing this - until all of a sudden it's not.

Somewhere along the way in my desire to grow and improve and keep writing the best stories I can, I started comparing my work to others and that's when it all started to fall apart. I haven't been able to write for a long time, for a lot of reasons probably, but the biggest thing is I've gotten in my own way with feelings like that's just a dumb idea, and nobody wants to read that. I got really caught up in feeling like I was going to be judged for what my story is or isn't saying about larger issues, what my characterizations might be communicating to readers, and even the...thematic/literary quality of my works I guess (well, more importantly, the lack if it). And with all this in my head, I don't think it's a surprise that the words won't come.

So...my advice: read other works of course. Notice what you love about them as a reader, what works for you and what doesn't. But let your works be what you want them to be. Not everything needs to be some kind of deep analysis and that's okay. Write the story you want to read and I promise there are other people out there who want to read it too and will be happy that you shared.

Not every story is for every reader, and that's okay. Brain candy, shameless smut, fairy tale happily ever afters, impressive canon analysis, flawlessly mirrored and paralleled aus...they all have their place and their purpose. They all have their readers. They all deserve to be written. Libraries are filled with different genres for a reason.

Tell your story as it wants to be written. If you don't it's only going to fight you tooth and nail. Let it be told. Someone's life will be better because your story exists (even if that someone is you. you count too)

💕your pal

#thank you anon #thanks for the ask #ask me anything #fanfic writing #writing advice #your pal's lecture series

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escapewriter · 3 years

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Lost Cities Masterlist

the boyz social media au series

⤷ Set in a futuristic world where one society is divided into two; the Dystopian and the Utopian. Everything seems so perfect, but underneath those exteriors lies a dark and unforgivable past, leaving a burden on the millennials within each society. Follow the journey of how the citizens of two different worlds form friendships, break trust, fall in love, and finally, learn to forgive.

status : 2/11 completed

genre : smau, futuristic utopian and dystopian societies, drama, fluff, humor, angst

a/n : this idea came about from my english teachers lecture. literally all there is to it lmao. neway, i hope you all like it!! the storyline is just mwah. (p.s. it is already in the correct order to read in.)

i wanna thank @kswflwr for literally helping me out with the plots and ideas. im so small brain i couldnt think but thank you so much sunny!! ily uwu <3

if you would like to be on the taglist, send me an ask/dm letting me know which series you would like to be added onto (can be however many you would like). or fill this out lol. google doc has been lost so no taglist :( im sorry

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LOST CITIES ☁︎︎ TRUST

⤷ You thought that there was nothing wrong with simply following the slogan of your world leader, but after being named the goody-two-shoes of your dystopian neighborhood, you were determined to prove them wrong. So, after a certain customer comes into your convenience store and pays with an unfamiliar type of currency, you knew that this was your chance. What you didn’t know was that you’d end up falling into the unfamiliar world that is trouble.

status : completed

LOST CITIES ☁︎ BETRAYAL

⤷ The only rule of the pen pal organization was that you were never supposed to meet your assigned partner to protect everyone’s safety. However, you learned to love the adrenaline that came with breaking the rules.

status : completed

LOST CITIES ☁︎ DISPUTE

status : tba

LOST CITIES ☁︎ DIVIDE

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LOST CITIES ☁︎ ABANDON

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LOST CITIES ☁︎ REMORSE

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LOST CITIES ☁︎ REDEMPTION

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LOST CITIES ☁︎ UNITED

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LOST CITIES ☁︎ CUSTOMS

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LOST CITIES ☁︎ ACCEPTANCE

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LOST CITIES ☁︎ PEACE

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arlertwifey · 3 years

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neon angel | college!au armin x fem!reader

18+ only. MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI!

☼ —genre: romance, modern/college!AU, comedy

☼ —parings: armin x fem!reader, mikasa/annie, (mentioned) jean/marco, (mentioned) historia/yimir

☼ —warnings: alcohol , language, too many board game references

☼ —a/n: my submission for the lovely kirei's (@kireirengoku's) wonderful #EndofSummer☀ event!

The music is loud enough that you feel it in your feet, your chest, even your fingertips, as soon as you enter the house. Heavy bass that radiate through the party like a pulse.

“Remind me why we’re here again?” You cup your hands, leaning close to your roommate, Annie’s, ear.

Though you can’t hear it you see her sigh. Her neutral expression remains in place, but you can tell that she’s already as worn out as you are.

“Don’t worry, Mika, knows we’re just stopping in for a minute.”

Annie and Mikasa have only been going out for a few months, but the fact that Annie’s willing to go to a house party like this for the sake of her girlfriend speaks volumes about her feelings for her. Half the reason the two of you get along so well is because you’re both homebodies, more than happy to marathon a television series together or study rather than go out and participate at any of the many student events held around campus (unless there was free food, then the two of you might make an exception).

Not that you don’t have friends per se. Annie had introduced you to her high school social group made up of two guys, Bertholdt and Reiner. They were nice, and it was clear that Annie thought highly of the two of them. The four of you can pal around together or cram for exams at one another's respective apartments. It’s nice, comfortable.

Tonight isn’t like that though. Tonight, Annie’s wearing a shimmery eyeshadow that she picked up at the campus drugstore and has swapped out her usual hoodie for a fitted black shirt with a few daring mesh cut outs. And even though you know that she’s hugely dreading the raucous evening you two are about to embark on, clearly some part of her is excited.

She’s putting in the effort for someone she cares about. Which means you should probably do the same.

“Go and find her. I’m gonna go do some damage over there.” You jerk your thumb towards a table covered in various snacks and drinks, that’s just barely visible between a crowd of people.

The corner of her mouth quirks up and she briefly bumps you with her elbow. “Thanks. I’ll come find you soon when I need to escape.”

With that she slips away into the crowd. Resigning yourself to a loud and long evening, you make your way to the snacks table. the majority of them have taken a good beating, after all, the party has been underway for a while. You opt for one of the cans of orange soda stashed in a cooler beneath the table—you’d agreed to be the designated driver for the evening (and somehow, you got the feeling that Annie might end up not going home with you anyhow).

The drink is too sweet but it’s better than nothing. Sipping at it slowly makes you feel at least a tiny bit less like a sore thumb.

“Yo! Aren’t we in class together? Eighteenth-century Lit?” A loud voice says next to you, making you jump.

For a moment you don’t recognize the girl, but after a second you vaguely recall seeing her napping on the far side of the lecture hall, face down in her text book.

“Sasha, right?” You ask, somehow managing to drag her name from the depths of your memory.

She grins brightly at you, making her glitter freckles twinkle in the low lighting of the living room. “The one and only! I’m so glad to see you. I have no fucking clue who any of these people are.”

Her familiarity takes you back for a moment, but you can’t help but agree. “Seriously, are we sure they even go here?”

Sasha tugs the cooler and you help her set it down on the far side of the room, in front of the closet doors.” She reaches past you to snag one of the many bags of mini-peanut butter filled pretzels on the table.

Jean? You’d heard of the business major and caught Annie hate-scrolling through his instagram after she learned he’d tried hitting on Mikasa once, but never actually met the guy.

Sasha holds out the bag of pretzels and you take one. “So, you wanna go somewhere more fun? Me and my friends are hanging out upstairs where it isn’t so loud. I’m only here on a mission to steal their snacks ‘n’ shit.”

For a second you hesitate, before nodding. “Sounds like a plan. Glad that I decided to sweat a jacket with pockets.”

Sasha beams. “I knew we were gonna get along. You get the rest of the pretzels, I’m gonna see how many of those mini candy bars I can feasibly hold. Also, get ready. We’re gonna have to carry the cooler together.”

As soon as the words are out of her mouth she’s sped to the other end of the table scooping handfuls of the candies out of their respective bowl. Frantic, you chug the rest of your soda and make good use of your jacket pockets, filling them with bags of pretzels. Since you still have some room, you scoop up some chips as well.

“Nicely done,” Sasha says, slightly out of breath as she returns to your side. “Now the big boy, I’ll get the left, you get the right.”

There’s no time to point out how the idea could backfire on the two of you, since she’s already crouching and scooping up one side of the drinks cooler that's' full of sodas, wine coolers, and a few random varieties of mini ice cream as well. Quickly, you move to help her, lifting up the other side.

“What are we going to do if someone tries to stop us?” You hiss under your breath.

Sasha just laughs and shrugs as best she can while supporting the weight of your cargo. “Tell ‘em we’re getting more ice. They’re drunk anyway, I don’t think anyone’s paying much attention to us.”

She has a point: no one around you seems at all fazed by your actions, all far too wrapped up in the music and one another. You two are effectively invisible. Belatedly, you realize that you have no idea where you are going with your hoard of stolen snacks. Thankfully, Sasha guides you carefully around the edge of the fray and towards the stairs.

“Hey, Sasha, what’re you doing with the cooler?” A voice shouts as the two of you entire the kitchen.

You freeze briefly, but Sasha doesn’t look concerned.

“The fuck does it look like, Jean? Getting you more ice, or do you like warm beer?”

You manage to locate the source of the voice, a man with bright, two-toned hair that’s leaning out of the fray of dancers with his head and shoulders. He pushes down his pair of star-shaped sunglasses to give you both a look over before shrugging.

“It’s in the cooler on the porch!” He yells, before disappearing once more.

Sasha shakes his head. “Like taking candy from a baby. C’mon, up the stairs we go.”

Together the two of you somehow manage to carry the heavy blue cooler up the steps, bashing it against both of your shins a half-dozen times in the process.

“Just a little further,” she assures you as you reach the upper landing. “Down the hall on the left.”

You spy the door she’s speaking of: there’s only one with light spilling out from underneath it.

Sasha bumps her shoulder against the door repeatedly when you reach it. “Can one of you idiots give us a hand?”

There’s muffled voices from within and then the door swings open, revealing a short man with cropped hair and a surprised look on his face.

“Connie, move! This cooler is heavier than it looks.” Sasha barrels right past him and into the room, taking you with her.

The door shuts behind you, insulating you from the blaring music echoing from the first floor. It’s a bedroom, you realize, lit by soft fairy lights. The furniture has been shoved to the edges of the room to make space for the gathering taking place: a huddle of people sit on the floor, shoulder to shoulder around a spread out deck of cards, clearly in the middle of a game.

“Annie?” You blink, surprised to see your roommate sitting beside Mikasa.

“Oh.” She doesn’t seem nearly as surprised to see you. “Hey.”

Sasha tugs the cooler and you help her set it down on the far side of the room, in front of the closet doors.

“Thanks for the help!” She says straightening up and making a sweeping gesture. “Welcome to the real party.”

It does seem like a better gathering than the one downstairs. There’s laughter and actual conversation rather than just shouting to be heard over the music. For the first time that night you feel yourself begin to relax.

The two of you unload your pockets onto the nearby desk. Sasha’s friend, Connie, zooms over as you do so, proclaiming it an ‘absolutely bitchin’ haul!’ and you can’t help but laugh.

Sasha tosses you a bag of candy-covered chocolates “Thanks for your help. Sit down and make yourself at home.” Moment’s later she’s whisked away by Connie, the two of them muttering something about ‘fireworks.’

You turn, catching your roommate’s eye. Annie jerks her chin at the empty space next to her and you cross the room to sit beside her.

“I see you found Mikasa.”

“More like I found her,” Mikasa says dryly. “Lurking in the kitchen. Like a grumpy statue.”

Annie shrugs. “It worked, didn’t it?”

She blushes as Mikasa clicks her cinder bottle against Annie’s root beer. “Sure it did.”

“Do you know everyone here?” you ask the couple.

Both nod. Mikasa points at a pair of girls on the far side of the room, one blonde and the other brunette. They’re wearing matching bracelets and the blonde one keeps tossing pieces of popcorn up in the air for the other to catch triumphantly.

“Historia and Yimir. They are engaged...I think. Unclear.” Mikasa says, before pointing at Sasha and Connie. “You’ve already met those two. Which leaves Marco and Mina.” She nods at a tall, freckled boy who is caught up in an animated conversation with a girl in pigtails. “They’re cousins. Marco’s dating Jean for some unknown reason."

That’s a surprise. “Wonders never cease.”

Mikasa snorts. “Precisely. And then there’s Eren, my brother, and Armin.” Neither of the men appear to actually be in the room, considering that everyone is accounted for. “Whenever they come back from...wherever they’ve gone.” She shakes her head. “I keep saying that I’ll introduce you to them, but it—”

The door bangs open, cutting her off.

First is a tall young man, with dark hair falling down around his face and a dark hoodie on. There’s something vaguely familiar about him...this must be Eren. You’d seen a photo of him and Mikasa as children before that was on her kitchen fridge. He looks different, but still recognizable with his wide grin and bright green eyes.

“We brought the good shit you guys!” He declares loudly.

“More food?” Connie asks, hopefully.

Annie chimes in,"Hard liquor?"

Eren laughs, rolling his eyes. “Better.” He steps to the side so another young man can enter with a board game tucked under his arm. “I present to you, the best of all party games: Twister, motherfuckers.”

"Christ Eren, quit the door impression and move

You’re fairly sure that Eren keeps talking, but you barely notice as you're far too busy staring at the person who you can only assume is Armin.

Really, you’d like to think that you aren’t a shallow person. People are more than how they appear, defined by qualities far more profound than outward appearance.

That said, there’s no other words to describe it—Armin’s fucking beautiful.

And you’d be lying if you said otherwise.

Soft-looking blonde hair just barely long enough to be pulled back. Big blue irises made bluer by the smear of gold glitter over his lids. A bright smile as he rolls his eyes at Eren’s antics. He’s dressed casually in a loose white button down, grey oversized cardigan, and jeans with holes in the knees.

Perhaps more distracting than his appearance; however, is the fact that you know him...or at least had seen him prior to tonight.

It happened at the beginning of the semester. You had been knee deep in the archival book section of the library, trying to decipher your professor's handwriting as you looked for the text she suggested you analyze for extra credit. It was impossible to read her messy scrawl, the title running together into the reference number.

The library wasn’t normally a place where one thinks to pay attention to one's surroundings, but you should have that day, as moments later someone slammed into you, nearly sending you flying. You just barely managed to catch yourself on the side of the bookcase.

"Holy shit, are you alright?!" a concerned voice asked. "I'm so sorry about this, I should have been watching where I was walking."

Getting a hold of yourself you looked at the person who'd just run into you. Really, you'd wanted to chew him out for it, but the irritation you felt evaporated as you took in the sight of the frazzled, albeit painfully cute young man. His collar was sticking up on one side, glasses pushed onto his forehead, messily holding back his bangs.

"Seriously, are you okay? You didn't hit your head or anything right?" He sounded a bit panicked, eyes wide with worry.

"I'm fine, don't worry about it. Are you alright?"

"I'm okay. I completely didn't see you." He huffs rubbing the back of his neck as his face heats up in embarrassment. "I guess I should pay more attention to visitors."

It's only then that you noticed the ID card hanging from a lanyard around his neck. "You work here?"

He beamed at you. "Yep! I'm one of the shelving staff."

Looking at you again he seemingly saw the paper in your hand. "Is that what you were trying to find?"

You nod. "It's a bit...completely unreadable to me."

"May I?"

"Please." You passed him the note. He slid down his glasses, peering at it closely. "I assume you didn't write this?"

"Nope."

He looked at it again, eyebrows rising. "Wait a second." He turned walking to the end of the aisle where you then noticed a rolling cart full of books. He pulled one off of the shelf, lifting it triumphantly. "Got it."

When he handed it to you, you saw that it was the exact text you were looking for.

"No wonder it was so hard to find." He grins at you before glancing at the watch on his wrist. "Ah, sorry, but I've got to run. All these books need to get put away before my shift ends in ten minutes. Good luck with the studying, I'll see you around!"

Before you had time to respond, he zoomed away from you, back to the cart and pushed it out of sight down further among the aisles, the old wheels squealing.

It's only when he's gone that you realize you never learned his name, major...anything really.

Since then you'd kept an eye out for him whenever you were in the library, but hadn't seen him since...until tonight that is.

It’s only when his gaze meets yours that you realize you’ve been caught staring. Quickly you look over at Annie and Mikasa, the pair seemingly unamused by the other two’s arrival.

“Hey Mikasa. Annie,” Eren looks between them and you. “Who’s this?”

Annie introduces you briefly and he nods along. “Cool. Nice to finally meet you.”

He seems friendly, intense, but well-intentioned all the same. The two of you chat for a moment, and you can’t recall a single thing that he says about what his major is or what made him choose this university. No, you’re far too busy catching sight of Armin beyond his shoulder, talking animatedly with Sasha.

The fairy lights behind him catch off of the frames of his glasses and the dangly sun and moon earrings that twinkle back and forth as he laughs.

"Oi." Annie snaps her fingers in front of your face. "Pay some damn attention. Are you in or out for monopoly?"

"Oh, I’m in, I guess?"

She rolls her eyes before tossing a game piece to you—the tophat. "Try and look at least a little interested then."

You allow your focus to be torn away from Armin, trying your best to concentrate on the game unfolding. Thankfully, Mikasa and Annie pull you in with their silent but fierce competition, along with Eren's seemingly complete lack of a strategy altogether.

"Wow, you're kinda getting your ass handed to you" a voice chimes in.

You're not sure when Armin appeared behind both Mikasa and Eren, looking over the board with thinly-veiled amusement.

"Does this seem like the time for feedback?" Mikasa says flatly.

He laughs brightly, sitting down between the two of them. "And here I was about to generously dole out advice to you both, free of charge."

"Bullshit," Mikasa snorts. "You're going to make us trade for it like last time—I swear I'm not doing your laundry again."

Armin bats his eyes innocently. "I have no idea what you're talking about. Have you thought about purchasing one of the railroads?"

Mikasa sighs, setting down his piece on the 'short line' railroad square. She shoots you a sharp glare before slapping down a stack of multicolored money in front of you. "She owns all of them."

"Seriously?" His eyebrows rise. "What about utilities?"

"Also hers."

"Fucking hell guys—tell me you at least have either Boardwalk or Park Place?"

Eren lets out a groan. "Armin, stop, this is getting depressing. Just look at me and Mika's property cards and then be silently disappointed like usual, alright?"

Looking not the least bit deterred Armin, nods. "Gotcha. Hand them over then."

He thumbs through Eren and Mikasa's collection of properties with a growing look of disbelief. "You guys have seriously got to be joking."

Mikasa huffs sliding closer to Annie. "Team up with me?"

"Sounds good." She slides her disorganized pile of money over toward Mikasa's neat stacks of bills.

"Hey, that's definitely cheating!" Eren protests.

"It's the power of true love, bitch," Annie says flatly, raising her fist to bump it against Mikasa's. "I'm sorry your lonely-ass can't handle it."

"Fine, hey—" he turns toward you. "Wanna work together?"

You freeze, unsure of what to say. Thankfully, Armin’s snickering comes to your rescue. Your eyes meet, his sparkling with humor. You wonder if he has any recollection of the two of you meeting before. Probably not, considering that he probably encounters dozens of other students a day while working.

"Really, Eren, can you think of any incentive for her to do that? Not that your...impressive assets aren't enticing." He winks. "I gotta say though, watching from the sidelines is kinda dull."

He stands, padding around the circle to plop down beside you.

"So," he turns, close enough that you feel as though you could count the long, swooping lashes that frame his eyes. "Want to team up?"

You swallow hard. "Do you suck at this?"

"Nope."

"Sure then."

Eren waves a hand at the two of you, looking at Mikasa. "See? This is why we need to instate a 'no teaming up with Armin for games' because clearly his sheer brainiac-power gives him an unfair advantage."

Mikasa leans against Annie's shoulder. "Don't be bitter. Armin can team up with whoever he wants."

Distantly, you hear Eren complaining and seemingly attempting to rope a clueless Marco into being on his team. You can't really pay attention to any of it though, not with Armin's knee bumping against yours as he leans closer to discuss strategy with you.

"We both know you don't need my help with this. I'll be honest the odds of you not winning are pretty slim at this point," he breathes, softly enough that, while you think Mikasa catches his words, the others certainly do not. "So really, us teaming up is more to annoy the shit out of Eren than anything."

"Works for me." You roll the dice, sailing past 'Go' on the board and landing on the Community Chest card.

"Great." He grins at you. "Do you want anything to drink? I'm going to go see if Jean actually managed to buy anything good...or at least not expired this time."

You don't know why you say it. "You're supposed to be really smart right? Smart enough to figure out what I want to drink without me telling you, perhaps?"

He blinks at you, looking as surprised as you feel. "Er...maybe? It's not exactly the same as studying marine biology, but I can give it a shot."

He stands and scans his eyes over you analytically, as though trying to take in every tiny detail.

Honestly, you aren't even thirsty, you just want to see what he comes up with.

"Do you have any allergies? I'm guessing not anything severe since I don't see an epi-pen on you, but still, that would make for an incredibly shit surprise."

"Nothing to worry about."

"Cool. Be right back."

You turn back to the game, drawing a card.

The gameplay progresses. It's easier to focus without him next to you, though you can't help but strain your ears for anything Armin might be saying.

Even so, you're surprised when something icy cold touches your cheek, making you jump.

"Sorry, couldn't resist. Hopefully this is to your tastes."

It's blue—an unnatural neon turquoise.

"I've got no idea if it's good." He sits beside you again and hands you the frigid bottle. "Figured that you'd want to try something interesting at the very least."

"Thanks." You crack the seal on the top and are greeted by a lively fizzing sound. You take a tentative sip. "Oh, it's like...blue raspberry...maybe? It's good either way."

He laughs, cracking open the top of the fizzy orange soda he selected for himself. "Well, I'm glad to hear that."

The game continues on for another twenty minutes as you and Armin collect the last of the available properties on the board, Eren declares bankruptcy, and just prior to you securing your official win, Annie "accidentally" flips the entire board with her steel-toed combat boots.

Eren stands and stretches. "Sick move Leonhardt, I knew I liked you for a reason."

Armin rolls his eyes. "You guys are insufferable. And predictable. Can't decide which is worse."

"Finally!" Sasha shouts from across the room. "That was taking you guys forever. Now, who is in for Twister and who's out? Whoever isn't playing has to go and get more ice by the way."

"I'm playing!" Eren says with a dramatic stretch as he stands.

Annie and Mikasa share a long moment of intense eye contact which you can only assume is some form of silent communication between them. "Yeah we're in."

"Alrighty then," Connie says, nodding. "Since my lady and I are certainly playing, plus Marco because he's the resident Twister King—patent pending on that one—that means that the two of you are on ice duty." He waves a hand gesturing at you and Armin.

He shrugs. "Fine with me, I'm not looking to get kicked in the head again."

"I know where the ice is," you volunteer, heart stuttering at the thought of being alone with him.

Really, you're well aware of the fact that Armin has no goddamn clue who you are and probably would rather be spending his time with his friends, but it doesn't change the fact that you're elated.

Maybe it's because it's the end of Summer—the first autumn leaves swirling past the windows outside, the promise of months of study to come.

Either way you find yourself filled with a strange determination. You're not going to let this night slip away without letting Armin know that you're interested in him.

Hell, it's not like you have anything to lose.

"Well, that's perfect then." He shoots another angelic smile your way, turning and heading to the door.

He holds it open for you to path through, before shutting it behind you both.

Out in the hallway, the music from the first floor is booming loudly, making your teeth feel as though they're rattling.

The crowd seems even more energized than before, a wall of people blockading the staircase and filling the previously-empty kitchen. And , of course, blocking your exit out onto the back porch where the ice is.

"This poses a bit of an obstacle."

You swallow hard. As annoying as the crowd is, it gives you a golden opportunity.

"A bit. Seems like it's time for a classic strategy." You hold out your hand toward him. "Here, if you wouldn't mind."

He quirks an eyebrow at you, but takes your hand, his glittery blue polish catching the light. "I don't mind. But what's your plan?"

"Brute force," you tell him, shouldering your way into the crowd.

Armin's laugh is drowned out in the thumping bass music and the chatter of the dozens of people around you. Still, you don't think you're ever going to forget the warmth of his hand as it squeezes yours, or the way the LEDs reflect off his eyes when you glance back at him.

Beautiful.

After what feels like an eternity you make it through the kitchen and out onto the back porch, finally breaking free of the sweaty throng.

It feels like a different world out here, surrounded in the faintly cool summer air. There’s fireflies winding their way through the yard of the house, lazily drifting up the empty street.

Armin slams the door behind you, leaning back against it with a relieved sigh. “Holding hands was a good idea...I can’t believe we made it through that.”

You shrug, sitting down on top of the ice cooler to catch your breath. “Never underestimate the power of sheer will. And violent elbowing.”

He chuckles and straightens up. “Fair enough. Can I sit with you?”

You slide over, making room for him on the cooler. “Be my guest. Can’t promise it’s very comfortable though.”

He sits down beside you on the cooler, running a hand through his hair. There’s barely any space between your sides now, shoulders and elbows brushing with the slightest movement. You can feel the warmth leeching off of him.

“You know, I was pretty surprised to see you here,” he says, tilting his head back to look at the night sky. “Do you remember when I—”

“When you ran into me in the library?” You snort. “Yeah, I do.”

He smiles, face briefly lit by a passing car’s headlights. “That’s a relief. I was sure you didn’t recognize me”

“You made a...strong first impression,” You admit.

He looks away, seemingly embarrassed. Though you can’t see his face, you get the feeling he’s blushing. “I suppose almost concussing someone will do that.”

You aren’t sure but he sounds almost...disappointed. Like he’s holding back saying something.

Which is pretty rich coming from you, considering you;ve done nothing but hold your tongue all evening.

“I didn’t mean because you ran into me.”

Nervous energy buzzes in your fingers and you twist them in the hem of your sleeve as you watch him swallow hard. He still hasn’t looked at you, gaze resting steadily on the side of the house.

“What do you mean?”

“I thought you were beautiful—I still think that.”

For a long moment there’s nothing but silence. Then Armin laughs, doubling over and hiding his face in his hands as his shoulders shake.

Your stomach twists into a sharp knot. God, why did you even say anyth— “You aren’t messing with me, right?” He peeks at you between his fingers. “Eren didn’t put you up to this shit, did he?”

You blink at him, shocked. “What, no! What are you talking about?”

He huffs, straightening. “He’s heard me talk about you—or well, more about keeping an eye out for you around campus—for a while.”

Now that he’s facing you, you can clearly see the bright red blush painting over his features as he looks anywhere but at you. Shit, that’s way too cute.

“Does that mean you like me?” You blurt, unable to hold back any longer.

“Of course it does—” The sound of a window opening overhead makes him stop short.

From the second floor, you spy a familiar figure waving to you both. Eren’s leaning out, Mikasa as well as she seemingly attempts to pull him back inside. “Hey, you two!”

“Eren, what the hell are you doing?” Armin shouts.

“Has he told you that he has a crush on you yet, library-girl? Sorry for forgetting your name—but Armin really fucking likes you!” He gives you both the thumbs-up gesture, smiling wide.

Annie appears yanking him back inside by his collar. “Shut your ass up, Jaeger, and stop interfering. You aren’t cupid, idiot.” She turns, nodding at you. “You guys are cute, but we really need that ice.”

With that she slams the window shut. A long, awkward silence stretches out between the two of you, neither one sure how to pick up the conversation you were having before.

Armin groans, hiding his face in his hands. “Kill me please.”

You allow him a moment to stew before speaking: “Do you like coffee?”

“What?”

“Do you like coffee? Because I know a really good place a little ways from campus.”

He looks completely astonished. “Are you asking me out?”

“Sure does it seem like that?” You grin at him and bump your elbow against his side. “So, coffee? Or no coffee?”

“Yes, always coffee.” He nods rapidly, earrings twinkling with the movement.

“It’s a date then.” You stand and stretch. “It seems like they really need the ice.”

He sighs and climbs off the cooler too. “Yes. Unfortunately. I’m sorry my friends are…this way.”

“I like them.” You push open the cooler and grab one of the bags of convenience store ice. “Ready to go.”

He gives you a bashful smile. “Yeah, I guess we can’t avoid them forever.”

This time it’s Armin that holds out his hand. You take it, lacing your fingers together tightly and step back into the whirl of the party.

It might be the end of summer, but you can’t help but feel that this is the beginning of something amazing.

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antigonick · 3 years

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Hi Pauline, I know you studied at the Sorbonne and you're a translator, and based on this I assume you must know French. I'm trying to become fluent in French in preparation for studying in France too. Do you have any advice for language learning, etc., or how to achieve fluency?

Haha, well, I had a bit of a head-start considering I am French, but yeah, I can share my own tips for language-learning. They’re pretty run of the mill, honestly. I think there’s also a bunch of things in the tags on translation and languages and on studying, but let’s see.

The gap between alternate and fluent is a huge pain in the ass, and it never seems to close, but in order to feel actively comfortable with a language, there’s no two ways about it; you have to practice it actively too.

The first step is to engage with it fully as a listener/reader—if you haven’t yet, try intense immersion in French media, written, audio, and video. Watch series in French with French subtitles. Read French books. Listen to French music, French podcasts, French lectures, French radio. Playing a game? Switch the language to French. Using your phone? Switch the language to French. Reading the news? Try French media. Reading academia? Look into French writers, and if your subject is English-tied, try to find the book in French translation. Reading something, anything? If you’re alone, kill two birds with one stone and read aloud to practice pronunciation and rhythm.

If you already know what you want to study, then the most efficient strategy is also to pinpoint the fields and subjects you’ll have to tackle once here—meaning, try to read about what you’ll be expected to express yourself on down the line, so that you gather the necessary syntax and vocabulary slow and painlessly.

Of course talking to French-learners (or even better, French-natives who will butcher syllables and do you no favour by using fucked-up contractions and expressions) is a godsend. I never understood how bad I was at English until I got catapulted into a retail job in Scotland with a very Scottish boss. I still pronounced “Edinburgh” as “Edeenbourg” at that point, you know.

Anyway, yeah—chatting in French will do wonders. It’s not only about pronunciation, either—it’s the back and forth, the spontaneous answers, the comprehending on the fly, the draining that one small conversation can trigger at first. If you can (and I’m aware it’s a little difficult right now...), try to squeeze in at least one stay in France before you come and study here—or just come early before the year starts, and make the most of it. Chat chat chat.

The most brain-killing step (at least for me) is of course writing in the foreign language, though conversely to conversation, you at least have the benefit of thinking-time for this one. It’s just that writing will have to be much more precise and meaningful, especially if you’re planning on coming to France for French-lead studies. It’s not about language, but about what lies beneath, effects, subtle shifts, humour, hints, synonyms and their differences, and this... This only grows if you write yourself. Find your own way to do it—pen pal? Translation? Creative writing? Mock essays? Whatever. But write in French, and re-read yourself critically, and hone your skills by being a cruel editor to yourself.

As for little tips and tricks, it’s up to you to think about what works best for you—is your memory visual, auditory, kinaesthetic? Does it work better for you if you write down notes and vocabulary, or if you repeat something aloud over and over, or does it stick only with practice? Ideally, try to be linguistically aware always—if you encounter a word you don't know, don’t just “understand with context”, but find the definition and try to make it stick. A strange turn of phrase? Research it, understand the grammar behind it, the communicative effect it implies. Write down thematic or alphabetical lists if that’s your jam.

I hope this helps a little, even if that’s nothing really groundbreaking... Good luck! It will all be worth it when you taste our bread, I swear.

#lots about French this morning #whisperers #on translation and languages #on studying

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im-like-if-a-girl · 3 years

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*THE* mean-girl-dean-girl's Supernatural reboot MEGAPOST!

I'm gonna stick a little "keeping reading" here because hoooooo boy, this is a very long post.

Let's start with

Plot

Season 1

Dean kills John while they are out on a hunt in a crime of passion, but Dean doesn't remember because he blacked out. Cue Dean going to Stanford to get Sam and tell him "Dad's on a hunting trip... and he hasn't been home in a couple days."

The audience doesn't know what happened to John, but slowly figures it out with Dean and Sam as Dean slowly remembers what happened that night.

The entire first season, the boys are following the trail John left and fighting monsters as well. They find out Dean was with John, Sam realizes Dean has an unreliable memory, they have heart to hearts about their childhood and the fire, they find John's body, "how could you kill Dad?" but maybe Dean didn't kill dad, whooaaaaaa, misdirection.

It was actually good ole yeller eyes (Azazel) and he made it look like Dean killed John.

Okay, now let's move on to the first episode

Not sure how the opening would work, I would like the story of the fire to be revealed over the course of the first season, but maybe the opening scene could be a little bit of an establishing character relationships and backstory, idk, I haven't thought that far yet.

I'm thinking maybe it's like, Dean gets back to a motel room covered in blood and he listens to a voicemail on his phone from John saying he was on a hunt or something, I don't really know lol.

HOWEVER

I do know that after the intro rolls, we get a scene of Sam waking up to his alarm and "Nine to Five" by Dolly Parton starts playing.

Y'all know where this is going.

Cue a montage of Sam's normal Stanford college life (him sitting through lectures, walking through the campus with friends) spliced with scenes of Dean absolutely slaughtering a nest of vampires (or some other monsters, whatever works best.)

But

Now onto

Characters!!! (And descriptions)

Dean Winchester

Some lovely person on this site made edits of Dean with platinum blond hair and it made me feel some kind of way so we're doing that, homie's gonna have platinum blond hair

Side note about the hair, later when the brothers are running from the FBI he dyes it a dirty blond/light brown (insert jackles hair color controversy here) as a disguise.

He also gets tattoos because we were robbed.

Speaking of tattoos, concept: when Dean comes back from Hell, all of his tattoos are gone. His body is a clean slate, devoid of tattoos, scars, etc. So he gets his tattoos done all over again, which he doesn't mind because he made some bad, drunk tattoo decisions in his youth.

(And before you ask, yes, he does get one for Cas, either a bee or Cas's name in enochian, something cute.)

Dean goes to therapy after Sam gets sent to the Cage.

It's actually court mandated because he got in trouble, lol, he would never go to therapy on his own.

Along with the hair, Dean gets to be the grade A twunk we all know he is.

Sam Winchester

His hair gets longer in every scene he's in

No jk, but imagine

King of Microaggressions

Sam starts off like the sweetheart he is in season 1 but in later seasons he starts enjoying killing a little too much...

It's that demon blood, ba-by!!!

He brings up issues of morality to Dean, i.e. killing monsters who aren't hurting anyone. (Yes I know this is contradictory to my previous statement, but these two facets of Sam can and will coexist.)

Sam and Jess's relationship is explored further, meaning we'll need to start with a different inciting incident, but that's fine, I think everyone can agree fridgings are *(thumbs down)*

Sam doesn't truly know what happened the night of the fire until later, and then he understands why Dean is so protective of him.

Jess

She gets to live beyond the first episode

She is also trans

No, I don't feel like I have to explain myself and I won't 💜

She urges Sam to join Dean in a search for their brother, kind of gets pulled into the hunter lifestyle by association lol.

She dies on a rusty nail after fighting vampires on a routine hunt with Sam

No jk!!!

But imagine....

She's amazing and I love her and Lucifer also uses her as leverage against Sam and possesses her because I think that'd be cool.

She supports Sam 100% and also she and Dean are buddies, pals if you will.

She meets Cas Thee El and immediately she Knows, that is a homosexual.

She dies still so that we can have a Saileen Endgame but she's not dying the first episode or in a fridging. Not on my watch.

Castiel

He gets to keep his raw, light-fixture-exploding power.

I want more of that "I pulled you out of hell, I can throw you back in" energy except over dumb shit like Dean not cleaning up after himself.

He looks like a Dilf in every scene he's in, yeah, that's right, dilf with a capital D for *(GUNSHOTS)* *(gets sent to horny jail)*

Claire

She gets pink hair

And more time with Cas

And maybe a nose piercing

Feel like she should be able to kill a couple angels onscreen, punch a couple homophobes

She gets to meet Jack and teaches him swears and fun slang words.

She deserves it.

Jack

I says "that's my baby and I'm proud."

Jack starts off as a baby, but like Amara he grows up super quickly.

Like, baby to 11 year old in a couple days or less.

This is because Jack's emotional age on the show is on par with that of a 5th grader.

It's at this point when he's a young kid that he runs away from the Bunker and shenanigans ensue.

It's also at this point that Dean threatens to k*ll him.

(Still not sure if I want that in my Supernatural (threatened infanticide? In my Supernatural? It's more likely than you think) but we'll see. We'll see.)

Throughout a majority of season 13, Jack is like an 11 y.o. kid

Season 14 he's like a 16 y.o. teenager

Season 15 he's 21, you get the picture.

Listen, I love Alex Calvert a lot. He's great.

But Jack is a child and should be a child.

Kelly Kline

Kelly, baby, stay right where you are, you're perfect.

Eileen

SHE DOESN'T DIE

SHE GETS TO BE IN THE FINALE BECAUSE SHE'S AMAZING AND I LOVE HER.

BLURRY WIFE WHO? I ONLY KNOW SAILEEN ENDGAME!

She teaches Claire and Jack swears in sign-language. Castiel is not impressed.

John

J*hn W*nchester stans, DNI.

He's dead.

We only see him in flashbacks and only sometimes hear his voice in voice overs.

He's not "down the road" from Dean in Heaven, in fact he instead gets to wander around in some Purgatory like Hell for the rest of his time :)

People who get to say "fuck" on the show:

Cas (but only Once)

Jody

Bobby

Now onto other things

I want more of

Ghostfacers

(they need more screentime because I love them)

Dean/Benny

We know they had a thing.

They definitely had a thing.

Demon Dean

Again, I feel like more should've been done with this. All that build up for what, 2 episodes? was not utilized well at all.

Dean's Bisexuality

Straight Dean truthers DNI, my Supernatural is a show about love and being true to yourself

You think Supernatural is a show about 2 straight brothers fighting monsters?

Naw bitch, this is a show about the Gay Experience

He will get to have relations with men on this show.

Of course, only after John dies does he, y'know, display it. Maybe he kisses Cas on his dad's grave just to fuck John over, make him roll in grave.

We all agree John would be/is a homophobe piece of shit, right?

Okay, glad we're on the same page.

Dads

3 men and a baby with Jack is what I'm saying.

I love it when the Trio are father-figures to younger troubled characters they see themselves in, even better if it's like reluctant-but-loving father figure, oh, that trope gets me every time :'^)

Dadstiel and DadDean are my favorites, but I like it when Sam plays "Uncle Sam" to kids too lol.

"Fellas, is it gay to want a tight knit family with your husband, his son, his vessel's daughter, your brother, his wife, your cop mother figure and her wife and their adopted daughters? Asking for a friend."

Garth

Biggest flaw of Supernatural was underutilizing Garth.

I will never not be bitter that Garth was only in like, 7 episodes out of the whole 15 season series.

Every episode with Garth gets immediately 5 times better.

I love Garth.

Follow ups on characters who had entire episodes featured around them and then just... vanished???

This is mostly about Jesse, the magic kid whose imagination ruled an entire town like, his daddy was a demon and nothing came of that kid??? Only one episode about him?? No follow up???

KID CAN MANIPULATE REALITY AND WE'RE NOT GONNA GET A FOLLOW UP ON THAT?????

Uh, there was that one episode with Ennis the guy whose girlfriend was killed by a monster? I think?? Who we never see again, that was weird.

Tamara from season 3, episode 1.

And of course-

Cassie

She was so cool, and then we never saw her again :////

She gets to be a badass.

Religious imagery

As a former Catholic school student who has become for the most part, disillusioned with religion, religious imagery in TV shows like Supernatural make my brain go "brrrrrr."

Fun episodes!!!

Like, after season 6 or so, there's a drop in funny episodes

I'm talking Changing Channels, The French Mistake type stuff. (Scoobynatural is an outlier and should not be counted.)

So anyway

In my version we would have more fun episodes

I'm thinking

GENDER-SWAP EPISODE, BABY!!

(why they didn't do that in the original, we'll never know.)

An episode where Dean gets to wear eyeliner

That's it, end of post.

I want less

Racism

Yeah I feel like this is self explanatory, nearly every reoccurring character in SPN is white, and black side characters normally die in the episode they first appear in, or they'll be featured as a villain (Uriel, Raphael, Billie, etc)

Also there's a lot of... uh... asian fetishism featured in the show (what with "Busty Asian Beauties) that's really gross, also Kevin was a bit of a stereotype...

Also also it's super yucky how they kill the gods from other religions like???? Uh??? That's super disrespectful, let's not do that????

I know Supernatural is like, inherently racist because monsters are a separate race that are seen as some dangerous "other" that must be eradicated by hunters in a form of genocide-

Okay we won't get into that but

Still

Stop killing all your POC

Fridgings/Unecessary murders of female characters

I know Supernatural starts with a fridging, so this will be a hard thing to remedy, but

One death that really pissed me off was the death of Charlie

Yeah, that was pointless and we're not doing that. Charlie gets to live and be an awesome aunt to Jack.

And also Claire

Charlie Bradbury Superiority

Charlie and Garth get to meet because they're nerd/geek solidarity.

British Men of Letters

I fucking hate these guys

They're "litcherally" the worst.

The worst part is that the actors they have playing the British AREN'T. EVEN. BRITISH.

And you can tell

Uh, and that's all for now, I'll add more later.

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