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rrazor · 3 years

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tags: mildly suggestive content (mostly pining)

bokuto: certain phrases are very sexually charged; “make me,” or “what are you gonna do about it” lunch time!! bokuto comes back from the cafeteria with his pork-cutlet sandwich to see you engaged in a card game with three other people. He sees that everyone’s bet something and you bet a strawberry danish you bought this morning and bokuto’s eyes go 🤩 he forces himself in LMFAO and makes sure to sit next to you 🥰❤️ in the end, it’s only you and him left (konoha and komi come over from their classes to see what all the fuss is about and they’re like …..how is bokuto doing so well 😶)

but you win and steal his sandwich on the desk 😈 he tries to defame you for cheating lol but all you do is look at him coyly like “and what are you gonna do about it, bokuto-kun? 😇” and suddenly his tongue feels heavy and his cheeks flush and he’s all 🥺👉👈 he asks you for the bread back because its his only lunch 😭💀 but he ends up winning sm more because you offer to share your bento with him and his heart goes 🥰💖💞

akaashi: sitting next to someone and your shoulders/thighs touch it’s the sports festival!! and it’s lunch break. he spots you sitting on a bench and he starts sweating at the idea of sitting next to you but he wants to be near you somewhat because then MAYBE you’ll talk to him??!? hopefully 🥺💔

he swallows his nerves and sits on the bench too but on the other side with a huge gap between you and your friend. he pulls out his phone to look “busy” LMFAO then, more of your friends come over and suddenly, you’re snug against him, your BARE THIGH touching his because you’re both in shorts and akaashi thinks he gonna pass out with the bashful apology you give him 😵 he thanks every deity he can think of that your friends came over and STAY because your leg is still touching his and he’s holding a conversation with you 😭🥺🥳💕💖❤️😍

konoha: having someone use your keyboard standing up while you’re sitting in front of it you’re in one of the school’s computer labs working on a research essay. akinori sits next to your station, having worked up the courage earlier to ask you if you could help him with his. he sneaks glances at you at the printers as you refill the trays with more paper 👀 he blushes even though you aren’t even doing anything to him 😭😔💔

before he can stop himself, he calls your name lmfao 🗣 but manages to save himself from utter embarrassment by asking you to look over one of his passages. coming over, you lean over him, hands on his keyboard as he leans back. his eyes are wide and cheeks ruddy as he tries so hard to keep cool because you’re so close 😍🥺💕 and god does he hope what he wrote was coherent because he thinks he’d d-word if you said it made no sense 😓😵

kuroo: when you’re sitting next to someone and they lean over and reach across you to grab something another day, another group project. kuroo gets added to a group with you and another guy because he was absent for volleyball. the two of you push your desks next to him and he’s fist pumping internally because you’re sitting next to HIM and not the other guy and he gets to act as the barrier AHAHAH 😇🥳😛

you’re working together when you ask one of your friends to pass over the notes she took from you. she’s sitting in front of kuroo, but diagonally to the right so she leans back and you lean forward to grab the papers. your arm accidentally brushes his chest and kuroo short circuits 😶 you’re SO CLOSE and your body is nearly laid over his entire desk and if he moves his hands up he could probably touch your chest HJAKHSDLKASD 👁👄👁 the guy next to him looks at him all 😐 as kuroo goes INSANE 🤯

kita: hugging from behind he’s home alone, studying in the living room for his university exams. you’re in the kitchen with his grandma helping her with tonight’s dinner. he smiles softly to himself hearing the two of you laugh 😊🥰💞

he’s halfway through a derivatives question when you hug him from behind, arms coming around him as you rest your head on his shoulder blades 🥺💘 when you softly tell him dinner is almost ready, his chest warms and a soft smile appears on his face ❤️💖

atsumu: the guys strapping you in on a roller coaster. are we gonna kiss? why are you giving me that eye contact? inarizaki’s vbc get together to go to the local amusement park!! they get in and the first thing the twins want to do is ride all of the roller coasters so after a ridiculously long line up, atsumu’s sitting next to osamu, waiting for an attendant to come buckle them in, when you suddenly come up in your cute uniform and hair tied up and atsumu’s like SHIT ITS YOU 😳 also damn y didn’t you tell him you worked here he could have gotten discounted tickets smh 🥴😒

anyways you come up to them to buckle them up with him first and he doesn’t really notice anything but you buckle the first strap really tight and he’s like “does it need to be so tight 😘” and you tell him, making eye contact, using your best customer service voice (vocal bottoming but at least you get paid) and with a pretty smile on your face that doesn’t reach your eyes, “yes, unless you want to die. and if you do, don’t do it on this ride because my shift ends in ten minutes and i don’t want to stay here to write a report about a dumbass who ko’d on a roller coaster 🥰” and he BLUSHES oop— 👁👅👁

osamu: having your back scratched you sit next to each other in class and it’s self study time and you’re helping him with the english homework that was assigned when his back starts feeling itchy. he rolls and moves his shoulders to try to alleviate it, but it just isn’t working so he brings a hand back to scratch at it, but he’s not flexible enough to reach it 😔 you ask him what’s wrong and he puts his arm down like he got burned because he doesn’t want to be seen doing something weird in front of you or making a weird face so he just says nothing but you raise a brow and go “are you itchy?” and he nods JAJCKKAD

you bring your arm up to where he was just scratching, “here?” a shake of his head, “no, a little to the right.” AND YOU SCRATCH RIGHT AT IT!!!!! he can feel his shoulders slump as he closes his eyes and groans a little WHOOP he’s SUPER EMBARRASSED but you just laugh it off and scratch him some more before going back to work and he looks at you like 🥺💖 why’d you stop?? even though you’re not even looking at him LOL 😞 touches his back that night in the shower like your hands were so small 😯😍😳 and maybe he should be itchy more often but it also quickly turns to she better not be touchy feely with anyone else 😒

suna: someone writing on your arm he’s forced to take this one evening class this semester because it’s not offered the next one and he needs to take it because it’s a prereq for almost every other course ugh but at least the cute girl who sits next to him lets him copy her notes LMFAO 😭💀 he left all his belongings in the gym’s lockers because he was going to go back anyways for practice so when the professor gives out a code for a free trial of the software they have to use for the homework assignment due in a week, he’s like shit; he left his phone in his bag 🤡💔

you offer to write it down on his arm, grabbing a pen from your pencil case. he nods like sure why not so you take his arm and push the sleeve of his hoodie up and start writing and he just stares at you 👀 your writing is cute and he kinda likes the feel of your hands on him 🤧 class ends and you part ways with a wave. It’s not until he’s reached the gym that he realized you could have just messaged the code to him on facebook 🤨 so he pushes his sleeve up and sees your phone number on his arm under the code 😘 aren’t you smooth!!! 😌

iwaizumi: when someone is putting the car in reverse and they put their hand on the back of your seat iwaizumi been interested in you for a while, and ever since he came to the revelation he finds it really hard to talk to you because he’s afraid of coming off too aggressive or you figuring it out 😔💔 good thing kindaichi reveals that you’re his older cousin and that you’ll be driving some of them to their next practice match because the volleyball team’s bus is out for a checkup!! 😍😘 oikawa, matsukawa and hanamaki all force him to sit shotgun as you drive (even kunimi and yahaba get in on it). iwaizumi grumbles about it and all but he’s secretly super happy he gets to be right next to you omg 👀😭 he takes a bunch of glances around the interior of your (parents’) car and sits a little straighter than he usually would.

he can feel the stares on the back of his head from the other third years egging him on to make a move and just when he works up the nerve to say something to you, you put the car in reverse to back out the parking spot and put your hand on the back of his seat 😳😤 iwaizumi thinks you look so cool AND HOT he clams up and just stares at you with his jaw slightly open 👁👄👁 💕pls save him 🤧

matsukawa: when a girl puts her hand up to yours and remarks on how yours is so much bigger you got randomly paired up with each other to do a presentation for your world history class and so you’re sitting next to each other on a saturday afternoon at the public library doing research together. matsukawa spent more time than he would like thinking about what to wear because he doesn’t want you to think that his fashion sense was as grotesque as the school’s khaki pants 😷🤢 (when you complimented him nonchalantly about how he looks a million times better in casual clothes compared to the school uniform and joking said that he should start a petition to get rid of the school’s ugly khaki plaid pants and skirts and use a photo of what he was wearing today as the main piece of evidence, he almost doubles over 💀)

you’re sitting next to each other and he’s still kinda reeling from the previous interaction ahjdalhd but he does his best to pull his weight. he’s taking notes in a notebook and you look over and comment out of the blue that his hands are really big as you look at yours 🤧👀 he blinks and looks at you like “yeah?” and you nod, putting your hand up and he does it too because he thinks he’s having a fever dream at this point, but not even in his wildest dream did he’’d ever think you’d push your palm against his and say “your hand is so big! 😳” he has to excuse himself to go to the washroom to scream 😘🥰❤️

hanamaki: when you’re sitting next to someone on public transport and the centrifugal force from the vehicle firmly mooshes the two of you together hanamaki pines for you silently and you can’t really tell he likes you because he’s pretty decent at keeping his emotions hidden. or maybe you’re just so busy with your senior year you don’t notice anything that isn’t the impending doom of university applications and keeping your grades up 😤😇 anyways the two of you get on and off at the same stop each day (which he secretly thanks god for 😭) and you’re sitting next to each other and hanamaki thinks he’s gonna combust because you’ve never been this close!! 🥺🥰

he can feel his hands getting sweaty already. hanamaki sneaks glances at you and tries to see what you’re doing on your phone LMFAO suddenly, the train lurches a bit and you slide from the inertia right into his side and then he can feel the warmth coming from your thighs, side and your shoulder are touching holy sh— 😭❤️😵👀💖 you look up to apologize as he takes a breath and you’re a little shy in your apology but he takes that chance to ask you about something mundane and he makes you laugh!!!! he thinks about the interaction for the next two weeks because he finally got to talk to you dhaskld ☺️🥺💕

kyoutani: when anyone raises their arms to stretch and their shirt gets lifted up slightly gym class—you’re doing timed runs today!! kyoutani is already finished with his so he’s just sitting off the side of the track, staring not-so-subtly at you but you don’t notice because it’s your turn next!! you’ve got the typical school mandated shorts and plain t-shirt on but kyou is all 👀 at your tastefully exposed skin. he thinks you look pretty with the sun hitting your face as you give a smile to your friend, squinting at the sun light 🥰

he’s just mindlessly staring at this point but then you raise your arms to stretch your triceps and the hem of your shirt rises up a little to expose the tiniest sliver of skin before it’s covered again 👁👁 his cheeks pink a little and you catch him looking LMFAO but you don’t think anything of it and just smile and wave as kyoutani burns bright red, heart battering against his ribs and looks away 😡🤡🥰💕 he saves it for future reference HURDURDUR 😇😛

ushijima: when a woman does that thing where she tucks her hair behind her ear while making direct eye contact ushijima is INTERESTED in you, likes you, is intrigued, would like to hold your hand and rub the back of your hand and feel the soft skin with his thumb—same thing 🥰 you’re talking to him about something for the cultural festival and he’s nodding along to what you’re saying because you’re so brilliant and responsible for working on the school festival committee wOW 🤩

time seems to move in slow motion as you look up him whilst tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. he zones in on the shy smile on your face, your cute cheeks, glossy lips and pretty eyes 🥺🥰 “ushijima-san?” “yes?” “what do you think?” “that’s a great idea, I will ask my team members for their input as well.” you nod exuberantly even though he has no idea what you’re talking about but your cute smile makes him all mushy on the inside 💖💕

semi: making eye contact with another customer at the grocery store around the same age it’s 2:11pm on a tuesday and semi’s at the grocery store because it’s summer and his mom was all “go to the store and buy these shimeji mushrooms for me, eita, they’re on sale!!! but only until 3pm so get skedaddling!” 😩 so he’s here and he swears housewives are the most powerful people on the planet because he thought he was gonna d-word just tryna get his discount mushrooms. he spots you in the condiments aisle looking at sesame oil and he gives you the up, down and lingers a little too long on your exposed legs 💀

he thinks you look really cute in your t-shirt and jean shorts though 🥰 when you look up and make eye contact with him and give him a little smile and wave he BLUSHES 🥺 and is right about to take the chance to talk to you but a granny hip checks him trying to get to the soybean paste and he almost trips and lands on his face 😔💔 so much for looking cool in front of you 😢🥺

tendou: having someone else play with your hair satori sees you on cleaning duty carrying the recycling to the bins as he finishes his runs around the school, about to make a turn to the gyms. he makes a beeline for you, calling your name with a bright smile on his face and waving his arms in the air. 🥰💞🥺

he bounds up to you and offers to help even though the bin is really light, cheeks warming at your smile 😊 when he takes the bin out of your hands , you wave your hand to get him to bend down. he complies, eyes widening when he feels your hand in his hair. he straightens up to see you holding onto a couple pieces of cherry blossom petals 🌸 he laughs bashfully; it feels like time has slowed and you’re the only two people in the world 💖💕

sakusa: if you’re on a pc/laptop, somebody leaning over your shoulder to look at the screen with you. the close proximity of your faces can feel awkwardly sexual you’re in the same kinesiology class and sakusa first noticed how GOOD your presentations are wtf and he’s even more impressed when he hears that you winged the whole thing because “i conveniently forgot about this until one in the morning when I decided it was a good time to reorganize your entire dorm room” ALSO you offered him hand cream the one time you caught him staring and against all reason he said yes and ever since he’s been dying to ask you where you got it from because HOLY was it nice 😍

you get paired up for the final pair presentation and he’s only become more interested in you! you’re easy to talk to and don’t pry too much and he finds himself oversharing at times 💀 the professor gives the class part of the lecture time to work on the projects so you’re sitting next to each other working when he asks you a question about the academic article he just found and you lean over his shoulder to look at his screen 👁👁 for anyone else, the close proximity of your faces would have grossed him out but he can’t stop thinking about how good you smell and how cute your ears look 👀🥰 when you tell him he’s found a really good source with an excited smile on your face, he BLUSHES and promptly wants to pass away because he has no mask on to cover him 🤡😭😵

sachiro: when you have a melting popsicle, there often comes a time where you must choose between eating it too quickly, or sucking it off so it doesn’t drip on you sachiro hums happily, holding your hand as the two of you walk home after your date and stopping at the convenience store where he buys the two of you popsicle sticks 😋

you’re talking about something funny you saw hoshiumi do in the class the other day when your popsicle drips onto you. you kitten lick at your hand and take the whole thing in your mouth to get rid of the more liquidy parts of your ice cream and sachiro is all 👁👄👁 he swallows thickly, cheeks warming and heart beating a little faster; why’s he suddenly so thirsty? 🥵💦🙈

gao: getting a strong whiff of somebody’s perfume when they pass you gao really wants to talk to you, like really really wants to talk to you 😖😭🙏 but you’re talking to your friends about something and the cute way you laughs and joke with them has him all 🥺🥰🤩

he’s about to walk up and join the conversation because let’s face it, gao isn’t afraid of much 🤧💀 too bad the teacher calls you back into the classroom about something. when you pass him, he gets a good whiff of your shampoo and his stomach flutters 😍😊🥺💕💖 follows you with sparkly eyes and wishes he made the choice to talk to you sooner 💔

futakuchi: bending over to pick up something you dropped kenji is watching (glaring) as you talk to one of the baseball team’s starting players 🤐 he’s so ticked but he doesn’t admit it like where does this guy get off making you laugh and smile like that wtf 😒🙄 luckily for kenji, the guy gets pulled away by the class rep for something so kenji calls your name to get you to look at him instead 😤

you come over and just as he’s about to stand up from his desk, he knocks over his eraser. you crouch down to pick it up and he finds himself really liking it 👁👁 he doesn’t get it either 🤡 like you aren’t bending and snapping—just folding your knees to get his eraser for him, but the way you tucked your hair behind your ear before you bent down so prettily has him ☺️😉🥵

terushima: when you’re eating and chatting with someone and they lick their lips yuuji pulled you away from your friends when it was time for lunch, wanting to spend more time with you one on one. he was so busy with volleyball and school lately 😞 and when he managed to get you to tell him how lonely you felt without him, he made it his mission to spend more time with you!!! 🥰😘💕

you’re eating together, sharing food and talking about everything and anything when he notices you lick your lips; he zones in on your little pink tongue as it swipes across your bottom lip 👁👁 “yuuji, you okay?” a hand on your cheek and suddenly, he’s kissing you. he tastes like the leftovers your mom packed you for lunch 🥰😋

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snelbz · 3 years

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Tempting the Fates {Chapter 9}

Summary: It’s the final semester of Aelin Galathynius’ collegiate career and she is so beyond ready to be done. Her schedule is packed full of nursing classes and labs designed to test her knowledge and hone her skills for the real world and her “big girl” job. However, she needs one last elective to graduate, so she decides to study a subject she’s always been fascinated by: Mythology. Who would have thought that a class about gods and goddesses living complicated lives would end up complicating her own in such an unexpected way?

A @snelbz X @theladyofdeath collaboration.

Word Count: 3378

Chapters will be posted every Wednesday.

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***Announcement! *** After the completion of I’ll be Seeing You and Tempting the Fates, all of Tara and I’s joint fanfiction will be posted on a separate blog that we run together > @snacmc. Be sure to follow the new blog as we will start posting on there soon!

Hestia

– Goddess of the hearth, home and family

Mondays and Wednesdays always seemed to drag.

Thanks to her lack of Rowan in class, Aelin’s classes were boring and she found herself thinking of other things, rather than the notes she was supposed to be taking. Like the way Rowan’s eyes had been on her as she went down on him in the shower earlier than morning.

At his insistence, she’d begun using his shower for more than just sex purposes, as she’d so eloquently explained to him the week before. She was regularly staying over, getting ready for her own classes in the morning, just as he was. But whenever one of them followed the other into the tiled shower, it was used for practical reasons.

As well as sexual ones.

Suppressing a whine as she thought of the way Rowan had pinned her up against the cool tiles that morning, Aelin crossed her legs and checked her watch. Only another twenty minutes and then she had her break between classes. She wasn’t hungry, thanks to the protein bar she’d eaten just before this class started, and she was close to the gen ed building, so she decided she would drop by her mythology professor’s office. She had a few questions about the homework he’d assigned yesterday and face-to-face was always better to her than an email.

Once her anatomy professor was wrapping up, Aelin was tossing her books into a bag and hauling ass across campus. Rowan’s last class was wrapping up, too, and she didn’t want to miss him before he hurried off to do whatever else.

She could’ve texted him to stay put, but she didn’t want to ruin the surprise.

She made it to his building and dodged by those who were hurrying off to their other classes or their beds, and stopped at Rowan’s office door before giving it a halting knock.

It took him a second to answer, but when he did, he was handsome as ever.

His shirt sleeves were rolled up, the button down tucked into his trousers. When he saw it was Aelin at his office door, a silver brow lifted.

“Aelin,” he began, clearing his throat. “How may I help you?”

“I have some questions about the homework,” she began, voice low, even though no one else was around. “Can I come in for a second?”

Rowan moved aside before she had finished her question. With one last glance down the hall he shared with a few other first-year professors, he shut the door, sealing them into his office. The blinds were open, but on the third floor, it wasn’t like anyone could see the private meeting he and his student were about to have.

Even if he didn’t know what kind of meeting it was about to be.

“Are you on your lunch break?” She asked, leaning back against his desk.

He nodded. “Didn’t plan on taking lunch, but I’ve got a couple hours before my next class. Was going to work on some grading. Why?”

He had stepped closer, pausing beside one of the chairs he kept in front of the desk for students to sit in.

Aelin clearly had other ideas of where to sit though. With a smirk, she reached out and lightly gripped his shirt, pulling him towards her.

“You had questions about the homework,” he breathed, leaning away as she tried to kiss him.

It wasn’t that he wouldn’t kiss her. He just wanted to see her squirm.

And squirm, she did. “You know very well that I turned in the homework yesterday afternoon.”

She tried to kiss him again, but he fell away, even though his arms were around her waist.

“I don’t recall that,” he taunted. “Maybe you could remind me.”

“I turned it in just before I did this,” she crooned, and her lips found his.

Aelin kissed him, slowly, her arms snaking around his neck. She swore she would never tire of the feeling of his mouth on hers.

“Oh yeah,” Rowan muttered, against her lips. “Now I remember.”

It only took him a second to grab her hips and set her on top of his desk.

There was a clattering of something tipping over, probably a cup of pens or paper clips from the sound of it, but neither of them cared. Not as he gripped the outside of her thigh where her legs were wrapped around him, or her hand found its way into his hair. He was both frustrated and very glad she’d worn leggings today. While he wished she was wearing something with a bit easier access, it was probably a blessing in disguise that he couldn’t get his hand between her legs.

Or his mouth.

Or any other body parts.

That wasn’t stopping Aelin from rubbing against him, looking for friction, as their tongues battled and teeth occasionally clashed. She let out a quiet moan and he tugged on her hair, pulling her lips from his.

“We’re not fucking in my office,” he breathed, looking her in the eyes. “It is way too dangerous.”

She nodded, knowing and accepting the fact, but it didn’t mean she was done kissing him.

“Was this morning not enough?” He smirked, trailing his lips down her throat instead of returning to hers.

“It’s never enough,” she gasped. “Every time I’m away from you…”

Her words trailed off as their lips met. It was true. It was never enough. She was so fulfilled with Rowan, and the second he was gone, she longed for him.

“Come over tonight,” Aelin begged. “Stay with me tonight.”

Rowan groaned as his tongue slipped between her lips.

They stayed at Rowan’s nearly every night. The only times Aelin stayed at her own apartment was when she had an exam or homework she had to work on, without Rowan distracting her. Lysandra and Aedion had met Rowan over dinner a few nights before, though Aelin had insisted take out was much more her friends’ speed than a fully home cooked meal. However, Aelin had a lab due the following morning, so after dinner, Rowan had gone back home.

Alone.

“We have class tomorrow,” he replied, lips still on hers.

“So we’ll make sure we get up early.” Dragging her teeth across his jaw, she gripped his shoulders. “Bring over everything you’ll need to come straight to class.”

Rowan hesitated. “I don’t know.”

“We don’t live on campus,” Aelin said, quietly. “It’s not like I live somewhere surrounded by students.”

Rowan pulled back and met her gaze. “It’s important to you?”

Aelin nodded, arms still wrapped around the back of his neck. “I love being cooped up in your apartment. I really do. But, sometimes I wanna be cooped up somewhere else, too.”

Rowan huffed a laugh. “Alright.”

“Yeah?” Aelin asked, a soft smile painted across her light pink lips.

Rowan couldn’t help his own smile forming as he leaned forward and pulled Aelin closer to him as he kissed her, softly. They went on like that, dwelling in those slow, prolonged kisses. There was something personal, something exceptional about a long, slow kiss. Something sensual that made Aelin’s stomach feel like it was going to explode, even though it lacked that animalistic passion they had come to find within one another.

A quick knock at the door had them jumping apart, Rowan dragging a quick hand through his hair, not having a chance to reply before the door opened.

“Hey, Rowan, I was hoping you could— Oh.”

The pretty woman froze in the doorway, taking in the scene in front of her.

It was innocent enough, though Aelin’s lips were swollen from their kisses. That could easily be explained away, especially as her teeth found the bottom lip and gnawed on it.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you had an appointment,” she said, eyeing Aelin, who had thankfully gotten off the desk before she’d entered.

“It wasn’t officially booked,” he explained, slightly stepping in front of Aelin to keep her shielded. “Miss Galathynius had a few questions about the homework I assigned in class and about an upcoming project. She stopped by during her lunch break, since her schedule is so busy.”

Silence built in the office, and after a second, Rowan cleared his throat. “Did you need something, Remelle?”

“Maeve sent out an email about a mandatory department meeting for Thursday night,” she said, slowly, still looking at them both suspiciously. “A couple of us in the building were going to get drinks after, wanted to know if you wanted to come.”

Rowan cleared his throat. “Uh, yeah. Sure. I’ll plan on it.”

“Good,” Remelle said, a little too quickly. “And check your mailbox in the office. It’s full.”

With another look at Aelin, then at Rowan, Remelle left and the door fell shut behind her.

Silence enveloped the room.

Rowan slowly turned around to look at Aelin, whose face was pale.

“You couldn’t have locked the door?” she whispered.

Rowan scoffed. “Yeah, because that wouldn’t have been suspicious, being locked in here with a student.”

For some reason, the word student felt like a jab coming from him in that moment. Aelin’s back straightened. “I wasn’t aware that the receptionist randomly barges into your office. If a student found it locked, they probably wouldn’t think it was weird, at all. Offices around here are locked all the damn time.”

Rowan sighed and nodded. He stepped towards her and ran his hands up and down her arms, pressing a soft kiss to Aelin’s forehead. “You should go. There’s only so much we can talk about homework.”

Nodding, Aelin wrapped her arms around his waist, and he wrapped her up in his own. “I’ll see you after class?”

“I’ll run by my place to grab some things and pick up dinner on the way,” he promised, tilting her chin up to look at him. “I’ll see you later.”

She nodded and rose up on her toes to press a kiss to his lips. Grabbing her bag from the chair, she adjusted her messy bun, which was only a little messier than it had been before and slipped out the office door.

Leaning back on the spot Aelin had just been sitting in, Rowan took a quick moment to breathe before setting his desk to rights and heading down to check his community mailbox. It wasn’t full as Remelle had implied, but there were a few things in it, mostly department memos and notes from other professors. He ignored her suspicious look as he made his way back up the stairs to his office and settled behind his desk to work on the grading he’d planned to do during his lunch.

He was halfway through an essay from one of his upperclassmen when his email dinged on his laptop. It had gone off a few times since Aelin had left, but he’d ignored them, assuming they were automatic replies to Maeve’s email about the meeting.

Tapping on the track pad of his laptop to wake it up, he kept reading over the essay as his email came to life, but he waited until he was done to look over at the most recent notifications.

Freezing, Rowan’s eyes flashed over the subject of the email from Maeve three times before he actually had the nerve to open it.

Meeting in my office after your final class of the evening.

We need to have a talk.

Aelin felt as if she had been holding her breath for hours.

Which was exactly how long it had been since she had received her text from Rowan.

As someone who was not nervous or paranoid by nature, she hated the feeling of being so freaked out that she was nearly about to vomit. She had already cleaned her apartment once, and was pouring herself a glass of wine as she was deciding what she could clean next. Maybe she would clean out the fridge.

After downing her glass of wine, she did just that, throwing open the refrigerator door and emptying out what had been in there for over a week.

She didn’t even hear the front door open, nor did she hear her roommate and cousin walk into the kitchen.

“Ace?”

Aelin yelped, jumped, and spun around, nearly knocking over her glass of wine on the counter nearby. “What the hell?” she yelled. “You can’t just sneak up on people like that! Doesn’t anyone realize how fucking rude it is to just barge in?!”

Aedion’s brows shot up as Lysandra stepped forward. “Uh, everything okay?”

Aelin’s face fell into her hands as she leaned against the countertop. “Does it look like everything is okay?” she asked, words muffled.

“What happened?” Lysandra asked, gently prying Aelin’s hands from her face.

Her eyes were still shut, as if she could shut out the world. Taking a deep breath, she released it, answering in one, quick burst. “I think Rowan and I got caught.”

She heard something hit the floor, clearly dropped by Aedion, but Lysandra’s hands went slack on her wrist. “What do you mean?”

Letting her head fall to the countertop, she groaned once before standing up straight and looking at them. Aedion had indeed dropped the bag of pretzels he’d pulled from the cabinet.

“We both had long breaks today, so I stopped by his office to see him for a minute. I didn’t mean for anything to happen. I mean… Yeah, I kinda did. I kissed him first.”

“I don’t need to hear about this. Lys can fill me in,” Aedion muttered, scooping the bag of pretzels off the floor and heading for Lysandra’s bedroom.

“We didn’t fuck or anything,” Aelin sighed after he left. “But we did make out on his desk a bit. It was barely even PG-13.”

“So what happened?” Lysandra asked, getting another glass down and refilling Aelin’s glassed wine and filling one for herself. “How did you get caught?”

“The secretary walked in,” Aelin said, staring at a spot on the hardwood. “She didn’t see anything, we broke apart before the door opened, but… I don’t know. She sounded suspicious, looked suspicious.” Aelin took a sip from her glass. “I mean, seriously, who knocks but doesn’t wait for a come in before they open the damn door? It’s rude as hell.”

“I don’t wait before coming into your room,” Lysandra said.

“That’s different, we live together,” Aelin said, unable to control her chuckle.

Lysandra smiled, but it faded as she shook her head. “That man needs to learn how to lock his office.”

“That’s what I said!” Aelin agreed, and topped off her glass before it was even halfway empty.

“So, what?” Lysandra went on. “She came in but didn’t see anything. Maybe she just always looks suspicious. I’m sure nothing will come out of it.”

Without another word, Aelin took her phone out of her pocket and slid it across the counter. Lysandra slowly picked it up and read Rowan’s text.

Got an email from Maeve. I have to go to her office tonight. Says she needs to talk to me. Sounded urgent.

Aelin had texted back. Did she say what it was about?

No, Rowan had replied. But it doesn’t sound good.

“Have you heard from him since he sent these?” Lysandra asked, setting the phone down.

“No, but we’ve both been in class.” Aelin let her head fall to the countertop again. “He’s supposed to come over after he gets out. But now I’m wondering if that’s such a good idea. What if someone sees him getting here?”

“It’s not all students, and we’re not exactly social butterflies. We don’t know any of our neighbors,” Lysandra said, clearly trying to soothe her.

Aelin just shook her head. “I like him, Lys. A lot. I can see a future with this guy, but… What if this is all too much? It’s too dangerous. We’re jeopardizing our futures.”

Lysandra’s eyes softened. “The secretive part of your relationship is only temporary. Besides, he’s head over heels for you, too. Would it really be worth it to give that up?”

“What if Rowan is about to lose his job?” Aelin shot back. “Lys, I would never be able to forgive myself. I have to do something.”

“Always the hero,” Lysandra muttered. “Look, the best thing you can do right now is stay here, drink wine, and let it all play out. Rowan is a big boy. He can handle himself.” Aelin said nothing, so Lysandra went on. “I just want to see you happy. Does he make you happy?”

“Beyond. Happier than I’ve been in a long time,” she sighed, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning against the counter. “I know it’s only been a few weeks, but… I care about him.”

“And it’s pretty damn clear that he cares about you, so sitting and waiting sucks, but that’s what you’ll have to do.” Lysandra crossed the kitchen and wrapped her best friend up in a hug. Aelin’s forehead fell to her shoulder. “I can send Aedion to get more wine if you want.”

Aelin nodded.

Lysandra chuckled and said, “Then that’s what we’ll do. Why don’t you—?”

A knock on the front door had Aelin’s head snapping up and she hurried from the kitchen. Throwing open the door, she found Rowan standing on the other side. Before he could say anything, she pulled him inside and wrapped her arms around his waist, burying her face in his chest. “Gods, I’ve been so fucking worried.”

To her surprise, he laughed quietly, and it only caused Aelin to lean back, eyes wide. “What could possibly be funny right now?”

“I’m not I’m trouble,” he whispered, arms going around her waist. “We’re safe, we’re fine.”

Aelin blinked, all anxiety fading from her body only to be replaced with confusion. “Why did Maeve call you into her office, then?”

“She just wanted to check how things were going.” He shrugged. “Being new, and her nephew, she just wanted to check in.”

“Gods, Rowan!” She shoved his chest, lightly. “You couldn’t have texted me that? I’ve been a nervous mess!”

“She’s not exaggerating,” Lysandra mumbled from behind them. “Hi, Professor.”

Rowan rolled his eyes. “Hi, Lysandra.”

As Lysandra headed towards her room, he looked down to where Aelin was staring at his chest. He tilted her chin up until she was forced to look at him. His brow furrowed and he was surprised to see silver lining her eyes. “Everything is okay, baby. Why are you crying?”

She shook her head and blinked, but wasn’t able to stop the single tear that spilled over. He wiped it away with his thumb. “I thought we got caught, that I had ruined your life.”

His heart nearly broke. “Aelin…” He wrapped her up in his arms again, holding her as tightly as he dared, as if he could keep her from falling apart. After a second, he leaned back so he could look at her, but didn’t let her go. “Being together isn’t a decision that just one of us has made. We both went into this relationship knowing the consequences. If something were to happen, if someone finds out, you aren’t ruining my life.”

Aelin snorted, and framed his face in her hands. “So we’d both be ruining your life?”

“No one’s life will be ruined,” Rowan promised. “I’m going to be with you, Aelin. Now, and when you graduate, we can have a normal relationship, whatever the hell that means. If you’ll have me, I’m not going anywhere.”

“That’s a big promise to make so early in our relationship,” Aelin breathed, running her thumbs across his cheeks.

“I have a good feeling about us,” Rowan followed, melting into her touch.

Leaning down, he pressed his lips to hers, but pulled back and smirked. “But maybe I’ll start locking my office, just in case you decide to make another unexpected visit.”

Aelin threw her head back and laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck as she rose up on her toes to kiss him again.

The day had stressed them both out, but throughout it all, there was only one thing Rowan could think about: he didn’t know what his future held, but there was one thing for sure.

He wanted Aelin in it.

#rowaelin ttf #snacmc ttf #tempting the fates #throne of glass #aelin x rowan #rowan whitethorn #aelin galythinius #snacmc collabs

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azurevi · 3 years

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enstars charas with an overworked s/o

First time writing enstars🤡 this took kinda long becz exams but i hope its good ^^ also kinda self indulgent hhh

Characters : natsume, ibara, leo, tatsumi, arashi, keito

Natsume

Natsume watches from the doorway as your head bobs about, hands tapping unrhythmically on the keyboard. You're already falling asleep, yet you still refuse to go to bed.

Normally he won't interfere with your work, knowing that you're fully capable of making the right decisions, but it's a pain seeing you pushing yourself so hard.

"Still working?" he steps in, holding a steaming drink in his hands.

Your head snaps up at his voice, and you nod. It's a project that you've put off for far too long, and of course, you have to suffer the consequences.

"The deadline is two days later, if I don't finish this section today I probably won't make it in time,"

He sets the mug beside your hand, observing your wandering gaze and disheveled hair which you must've been running your hand through. "I don't think you can finish it, though. You already look worn out."

You raise the mug to your lips and take a sip of whatever it holds. The drink tastes sweet and refreshing in your mouth, and almost instantly your muscles relax. "You aren't any better, you know,"

That's true. Being a nightowl himself, Natsume's words don't really seem all that persuasive. At first you would lecture him about how little he rested, but you gave up eventually. You suppose he's built differently, seeing as he can still perform well after only three hours of sleep.

"Pretty sure I'm in better condition," he says, pulling a chair beside you and popping down. The wood scraps against the floor, creaking slightly. It's usually a sound that you find unbearable, but you seem to have missed it as you try to continue your work.

"Come here, love," he stretches his arms out, wiggling his fingers expectantly. You raise a brow, contemplating whether you should give in. It won't be a surprise if you fall asleep right away in his arms.

"But work…" you sigh, tearing your eyes from him. His shoulders drop immediately, a frown forming from the rejection. "You're just gonna leave me hanging? How cruel…"

You know he's just messing with you when he let out a dramatic huff, but somehow his defeated look still tucks at your heartstrings.

"Fine, fine…" you sigh, sneaking your arms around his torso and burying your head into his neck. His chest hums with satisfaction as he digs his fingers into your messy hair, soothing out knots he finds along the way gently. With every stroke you're getting drowsier and drowsier, and you know that you're supposed to be working, but the feeling of his hand running through your locks and the steady rise of his chest convince you to stay.

You fall asleep almost immediately after you close your eyes. Natsume calls out to you and smiles when he hears your slight snoring instead. It's probably the best to get you to the bed and tug you in, but he decides to stay in his spot for a moment longer and relish your presence.

Ibara

Ibara knows from experience just how hard it can be to sway you when you’ve made up your mind. That’s why he doesn’t try to sweet talk you or lecture you into sleeping.

No, if he really wants to get you to listen, he will have to trick you into it.

Almost like a hunter watching his prey, Ibara leans against the doorway as he tries to come up with a flawless plan for his mission. Several empty cans are littered around the desk and he can already smell the aroma of coffee from so far away. You had your fist in your hair, and every once in a while you had to stretch your muscles awkwardly from the lack of movement.

“Don’t you think you deserve a break?” he walks towards you, peeking over your shoulder at the work you’re struggling with. It’s yet another project for the other units, and you seem to be stuck in a dilemma.

“I don’t feel like sleeping without finishing this,” you say.

“Right, but I think you added an extra 0 here,” he points at the paper you're working on, where the value had been increased tenfold because of your negligence.

“Oh goodness,” you sigh deeply, immediately erasing the zero. “How amateurish of me,”

Ibara watches as you rub the space between your eyes, trying to soothe the looming headache that was making your work even harder. “It feels like all the muscles in my body died,”

“You’ve been sitting for hours after all,” Ibara suddenly smiles, his eyes diminishing into thin slits. You don’t need to hear anything to know that he’s plotting something behind the smile. “What if I give you a short massage?”

Well… that is unexpected.

“A massage,” you repeat.

“That’s right,”

Now that is interesting. You’ve heard from Hiyori about how good Ibara’s massages are for more times than you can count, and it’s something you’ve always wanted to try. It just keeps slipping your mind. A massage sounds just as appealing as a five star meal right now considering how tired your limbs feel.

“Come on, I promise it’ll be worth it,”

“Fine,”

His smile widens even more. “Alright then! Please get onto the bed,”

“You wanna do it on the bed?” you frown. “I’ll fall asleep,”

“It’s not gonna be long,”

This sounds way too risky especially with the amount of work that’s still unfinished, but his grin is unwavering, as if he already knows what your answer will be.

“God, alright,” you admit defeat and throw yourself onto the bed face first. There is a moment of quiet shuffling before Ibara settles himself behind you, making sure he isn't crushing you under his weight. His hands find their way to your back, and start working their magic.

"Normally I would get massage oils, but that'll be for next time," Ibara says in a low voice, as if trying to lull you to sleep. Hiyori was right about his skills -- you don't think you've ever had a massage so satisfying before. Somehow, he just knows where to knead and how much pressure to put. With every passing minute your muscles are getting looser, as is your mind. You almost feel bad experiencing this for free.

You're about to fall asleep when something suddenly jolted your consciousness, like a big slap to your face. You have no idea how long you've been laying down in that hazy state, but you've still got work to do.

"That was the most incredible massage ever but I have to work now…" is what you're trying to say, but the words come out too jumbled and incoherent to be understood. When you try to get up, Ibara presses you back down, insisting that he's not done with the massage yet.

"I'm going to fall asleep for real," you argue weakly as your body slumps back into the mattress. Ibara watches as your words cease and your face loosens up, mouth slightly ajar as you finally indulge yourself to sleep. Maybe you'll be mad at you in the morning, but seeing you rest makes everything worth it.

Leo

This is so, so ridiculous.

You've been telling Leo to go to bed for the past two hours, but did he listen? Evidently not, seeing as he's clinging to your arm with half-lidded eyes that are failing him every two seconds.

"Just go to sleep first, kay? I still have tons of stuff to do," you flip the pile of complicated documents around, not wanting to spare them another glance. Alas, there isn't much time left before your work is due, and the only way you can think of to tackle this is to keep pushing through no matter how worn out your body feels.

Your head is throbbing and somehow your sight just won't focus. You're pretty sure you're starving too, but you feel no incentive to leave your seat and grab snacks. No, you have to finish your work as soon as possible.

This might've been a lot easier if not for Leo. In the middle of your working he suddenly jolted awake and whined about wanting to cuddle with you. It's no surprise though, considering how often the two of you cling to each other during your sleep, but tonight just doesn't work out.

"Aren't you tired too? I can't sleep without you…" Leo mumbles.

"Pretty sure you're falling asleep as you speak," you say, even though you shouldn't be the one talking right now, not when you're also getting groggy just from his warmth and presence.

When you turn to look at him, his face is squished against your arm, mouth slightly ajar as he snores. To prevent him from waking up again, you decide to tuck him in.

Which is a big mistake, because just the sight of the bed is enough to knock you out. Also because Leo's not letting go of your arm even in his sleep.

"Come to rest, please…" he mumbles quietly and you sigh. Trying to work when your body is screaming isn't going to do much anyway, you suppose, and you flop yourself onto the mattress with the boy. Leo may be childish at times, but everything he does comes from wishing for your wellbeing.

Tatsumi

Lying to Tatsumi feels like committing the worst crime ever, but the guilt of going to sleep with your work still unfinished is even greater.

That explains why you're here under the dim light of the desk lamp against Tatsumi's advice, trying to fight the sleepiness getting to your head as you type away on the keyboard. Just a few more pages and you will go to sleep, you decide, but 'a few more pages' is looking a lot like five essays right now.

You lean back against the chair, throwing your head back. You dare not close your eyes, because you're sure a second longer than an usual blink and you'll be a goner.

"Come on, come on…" you return to the original position, shoulders slumped and eyes squinting as you try to string sentences together. What is usually an easy task has become an impossible mission, and the voice at the back of your head suggesting you to give up isn't any help.

Absorbed in your work, you fail to notice the ruffling of the blanket and the shuffling of slippers behind you. When Tatsumi sets his hands on the back of your chair and calls you, you flinch dramatically.

"Oh," you sigh after calming down. "Did I wake you up?"

"Not really," he says. "I thought you agreed to go to sleep,"

You grimace at his words that remind you how you made a false promise with him when all he wanted was for you to take care of yourself. "I know I did, but I couldn't really fall asleep thinking of all this stuff," you gesture vaguely at the screen.

"I don't think you're doing well though,"

As if trying to prove his point, a yawn escaped your lips and tears blurred your vision. "I suppose not,"

He sits back onto the bed, reaching out so that he can hold your hands in his. "It's no use trying to work in your current state, you know? I know that you're feeling stressed out from all the work piling up, but rest is important for your productivity too. And I'd hate to see you overworking yourself," he pressed a kiss to your knuckles. "Let's go to bed first, and we'll tackle whatever's on your plate tomorrow, alright?"

He doesn't have to say much to sway you. It's one of his charms anyways -- being able to persuade you without even trying.

Arashi

Arashi glances at the clock. 1am. You've been working at your desk since 8, and she can see that you're already starting to fall asleep.

"Sweetheart? You should go rest," she says softly, resting her arms on your shoulders from behind. This brings your mind back to the present, and you sigh realizing that you've zoned out once again.

"Is this due soon?" Arashi asks.

"Not quite, but I don't want to pile everything up. I'm supposed to finish this part today but so many things happened that hindered my plans," you rub you the corners of your eyes. "And I'm already feeling tired,"

"Then you should probably sleep, right? Lack of sleep can mess your face up easily," she turns to cup your face, professionally observing your skin and missing the blush on your face. "You still look cute, but I'd be really sad if you became a victim of sleep deprivation~"

Her voice sounds light and casual, but you can tell that she's genuinely worried about your health. You pull her into a hug, burying your head in her clothes. She always gives the best hugs, hugs that understands you without having to exchange words, hugs that reassure you and rid you of anything on your mind, that remind you even if the world turned its back on you, you'd still have a home to come to.

"Let's go to bed," you suggest, voice woozy.

"Sure, but let's do some skincare routine first!"

You always enjoy doing routines with her even though you're never one to pay much attention to yourself. But something about her being close and taking care of your face makes you feel at ease, and with her soft hands working on your cheeks, you quickly fall asleep.

Noticing your dropping head, Arashi lets out a sigh before carrying you in her arms, planting a light kiss on your forehead

"Sweet dreams, my love,"

Keito

When you started dating Keito, Kuro was quite delighted. One because he never believed someone could actually put up with the man, and two because someone can finally keep an eye on his atrocious working schedule.

What he didn't expect though, is that you're just as much of a hard worker as Keito.

As the night passes, the two of you are still working incessantly. Except from the occasional small talks, there's only the sound of paper and keyboard in the room. The tea he brewed a while ago has already been emptied. You turn to look at the green-haired man, and although you can only see his back, he doesn't seem to be too affected by all this work. Perhaps his monstrous workload back in Yumenosaki Academy has turned him into a machine who doesn't feel tired.

But that can't be true. Surely, overworking a lot doesn't make you immune to it. Keito may not be vocal about how he feels, but he's still a human, and he's bound to feel tired,

The tapping sound on his end pauses abruptly as he turns to you, only to meet your observing eyes. This startles him a bit, and you let out a small chuckle.

"You should go rest-" he glances at the clock on the wall and frowns. "-it's already so late,"

"You're one to talk," you retort.

"I can still function without sleeping, but you shouldn't push yourself too hard,"

There it is again. He never seems to acknowledge his own weaknesses, only paying attention to others as he hides his feelings inside the myriad of work thrown at him each day.

"No one can 'function without sleeping', Keito. You're not a superman,"

"..."

Keito's shoulders are still tense, but he seems to be deep in thought as he isn't working on the computer either. After a moment of silence, he shakes his head and resumes typing. Perhaps he's reminded of his responsibilities, of the various roles that he plays, and how he can't afford to let anyone down.

As always, it's hard to move Keito. You brush it off and turn back to your work.

It isn't until Keito stands up to get himself a new mug of tea that he realizes how drained you look. Your eyelids are drooping and even from far away he can notice errors on the computer screen. Your figure is slouched, leaning towards the table like you just want to fall asleep right there but can't.

"You should really go to bed," Keito walks to you, hand resting on the chair's rail.

"Are you going to come with me?"

"What?"

"Are you going to come to bed with me?" you repeat.

"I still have work,"

"Then I'm not gonna rest yet,"

Keito raises his brows. "Are you threatening me with your own health?"

"If this is what I need to do for you to rest, then so be it,"

Silence fills the room. He watches as you tap away on the keyboard, re-typing every once in a while because your fingers just can't seem to find the keys. It's almost painful to watch.

"How incorrigible," Keito sighs. "Alright. Let's go,"

You jump to your feet immediately, dragging him to the bedroom. "No sneaking out after I fall asleep, okay? You have to rest for real,"

"Fine," Keito grunts.

The moment his head falls onto the pillow, he swears he can slip into dreamland right away. You throw your arm across his torso and he instinctively rests his head atop yours, listening as your breathing becomes more and more calm.

The both of you may be hopeless cases, but you always find a way to hold each other up.

#enstars x reader #ensemble stars #enstars #natsume sakasaki #ibara saegusa #leo tsukinaga #arashi narukami #tatsumi kazehaya #keito hasumi #sie writes

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kagedaddy · 3 years

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you hangout - haikyuu!

Warnings: none

boyfriend scenarios [3] [masterlist]

daichi sawamura

You and Daichi have been hanging out a few times now, after you had given him the apology bento he in return made you lunch as well.

Oh were you surprised, that man can cook.

Both the men and women’s volleyball club have been holding joint practice recently and your captain can’t help but tease you everytime you’re in Daichi’s team.

“Ehh, careful (last name)-chan you might knock out Daichi-san this time!”

“So mean captain!”you pout as pink colours your cheeks and it gets everyone teasing the both of you.

“Don’t worry (last name) you can hit me anytime.”Daichi laughs and the whole gymnasium stares at the male, “what?!”you had become even more flustered.

What did that even mean?

“Wait-t!! That sounded wrong,”realisation hits him and he too flushes a bright shade of red, he awkwardly rubs the back of his head before the coaches call all our attention.

Practice had finally ended and you couldn’t be happier, today was extra exhausting. Too much running and your hands hurt from blocking the ball, as soon as you were dismissed you were out the door.

“(last name)!”you turn your attention to the out of breath male,”Daichi-san?”the male stops infront of you, hands on his knees as he tries to regain his breath. “We were planning on heading out to a cafe, wanna join?”his eyes meet yours and you can’t help but admire them,”uh sure.”he lights up at your answer.

You both walk back to the group,”(last name), Daichi. Sorry we gotta cancel we’ve got some group work we have to finish, we’ll catch up.”Sugawara sadly says but a small smirk plays on his lips. “Are you okay with that?”Daichi turns to you in question,”yeah it’ll be alright,”you shrug and you both wave goodbye to your friends.

Both you and Daichi silently walk beside each other. The cafe comes in view and it does look really nice,”the cafe looks really cute,”you whisper out as you admire the farmhouse looking cafe.

“Yeah it is, seems like a date spot though”you turn to Daichi, surprised he heard you,”this was Sugawara’s suggestion,”he quickly says before opening the door for you.

You both stand at the cashier, you scan through the menu,”Hi, good evening! What would you both like to order?”the old woman asks you,”I’ll just have an Americano and?”Daichi turns to you.

“Oh, I’ll just have a matcha latte.”

Daichi quickly pays for both your drinks before you could even get your wallet,”Oi Daichi, let me pay,”you pout at the male but he just laughs at you while he pats your head.

The old lady behind the cash register stifles her laugh as she watches the two of you argue together.

“Such a cute couple.”

“Ehhhh?!”

sugawara koushi

You and Sugawara have been eating lunch together, you told the grey haired male that he didn’t need to eat with you all the time besides you had made friends in your classes.

“Nee (last name)-chan, let’s have lunch,”Sugawara calls out to you from the door of your classroom, you blush red as your classmates start to gossip about the two of you again.

“Sugawara-san, you don’t have to keep having lunch with me. Your friends might miss you,”you rub your head awkwardly as you meet him at the door. He thinks about what you said before a bright smile rests on his face.

“Then let’s eat with them (last name)-chan!”the grey haired male happily takes your wrist and drags you to the direction of the school courtyard, where the ace and the Captain of the volleyball club sat.

“Oh, Suga you’re joining us for lunch!”Daichi raises a brow in amusement as you catch his attention,”(last name)”both Daichi and Asahi waves at you as they wiggles their eyebrows at Sugawara in a teasing manner.

Once all of you had settled in the table, you pulled out your bento and the spare container holding all the extra food you made for Sugawara,“oh, that looks so good,”Asahi, the shy long haired male praises your food and you smile in thanks.

You offer your extra food to the three males who excitedly gobbled down on the food, moaning and smiling in satisfaction.

Sugawara bumps your shoulder to catch your attention,”hmm!” you tilt your head in question, he only pouts at you jutting out his bottom lip. You reach up and pinch his cheeks and they heat up from your contact.

“They’re taking my share.”he turns his head in embarrassment as he points to his two friends eating the food you made. You giggle at the full mouths of the ace and Captain, taking a piece of meat from your own bento and to his,”there you go Sugawara-san!”

“I can see why you ditch us at lunch!”

asahi azumane

Once again you have been asked to deliver the exam paper to your sensei’s office, you were rushing down the halls since you wanted to get home as quick as possible.

Just as you took a turn you noticed a slumped figure at the hallway, curious you approach the figure.

It’s Asahi-san!

You carefully approached him, he was crouched on the corner, trying to hide from onlookers.

“Asahi-san are you okay?”you crouched down to his level, carefully patting his back, he tenses up and his head whips to your direction.

His eyes were wide, he shakes his head before turning back to face the wall. “I’m not evil,”he whispers, you almost didn’t catch it.

“(last name) am I evil?”he turns to you again, eyes wide with panic. You had witnessed one of his episodes but this was worse,”I think you’re the nicest and gentlest person I know.”you reassure the male.

He runs his hand through his hair, you instruct him with the breathing technique to help him calm down. “Just ignore what other people are saying, you’re a nice guy Asahi-san!”you continue to cheer him up.

“It’s cause I look all scary,”he sighs, both of you now seated on the floor, he tells you what people see him as and you both laugh at their ridiculous rumours.

“You know what always makes me feel better? Ice Cream!”

The exam papers needed to be passed now long forgotten.

nishinoya yuu

You and Nishinoya have been spending quite some time together, you’d both walk to school together and have lunch together.

You don’t mind since he was such an energetic male, always jumping and running around, providing you good entertainment as you ate.

“(last name) (last name)!”Nishinoya calls out your name as you and your friend walk to the courtyard table you guys always ate at, your friend’s been teasing you about the blonde streaked male.

“I’ve got a new move to show off!”the male says excitedly, he’s jumping up and down as he waves to you and his bald friend just shakes his head. “Alright but let’s eat first!”you laugh at the male, you and your friend take a seat, you blush pink as your friend pushes you to sit next to Nishinoya.

The male is taken aback and also flushes pink, you all dig in your lunch with Nishinoya entertaining you. Telling you about his tangerine kouhai and the new moves he’s been trying out in practice.

“That doesn’t sound too cool, I’ll have to watch one of your games!”you say imagining what he was talking about,”nee Tanaka, right my new move is so cool?”you both turn to the seats across you.

You’re both surprised to see that it was empty, Tanaka and your friend had ditched you both. You had been too engrossed in your conversation that you hadn’t noticed them leaving.

“Oh! They left us!”you say, searching the courtyard for the balding and your blonde friend.

“I’ll just show you my move now!”

tanaka ryuunosuke

Everyday you were graced by the presence of the bald male from Karasuno, he had been getting coffee everyday and if the cafe was empty he’d sit at your booth while you did your homework.

Tonight was one of those nights.

“Hi Tanaka, the usual?”you asked the bald male, he nods his head as pink dusts his cheeks, you get right to his order and bring it over to the table you both claimed as your spot.

“How’s school and practice going?”you ask as you take the seat across him, his eyes watching you as you write down the answers to your homework. “It’s okay, school is boring and practicing is so exciting. We’re training really hard,”you laugh.

Spending time together you’ve come to realise he hates school work and is really passionate in playing volleyball, he talks about it nonstop. You feel as though you know how to play just from listening to him, you weren’t really big on sports.

“Oh, that’s good! I hope you guys win!”You look up at the male who looks at you funny,”don’t you want your school to win?”he tilts his head in confusion.

“Oh true! But I want you guys to win too,”you tell him happily, he blushes a bright pink as he rubs his neck awkwardly. “Thanks, I’ll do my best to win!”he pumps his fist in the air, a new fire of determination in his eyes.

“I’ll definitely watch you play!”

kageyama tobio

Kageyama and you were now on your third movie from the list your sensei had given. Kageyama’s practice had gone on longer than usual due to the upcoming tourney.

So you both were meeting up together late at night, since your parents were out of town you thought it would be a good idea for him to stay over and finish through this weeks project. You weren’t worried about Kageyama, he didn’t seem like ‘that’ kind of guy.

You doorbell chimes and you open the door to a newly showered Kageyama Tobio,”uh, hi!”you say awkwardly as you let him in your house,”what do you want to do first?”You ask as he removes his shoes and shrugs off his jacket.

“We can finish off the next movie,”we move to the living room where he takes a seat on your couch, you nod and set up your laptop to connect to the television.

My hands start to clam up, you’ve never had a boy sleepover, you wipe down your hands before joining him in the other end of the couch, you pull the blankets up to your chest.

You watch Kageyama from the corner of your eye and he seemed calm, the same blank face, was he not fazed about sleeping over a girls house. “Kageyama, are you cold?”without thinking you sling the blanket you had been using over his lap and since the blanket was small you had to move closer to him.

Your face heats up as your shoulder brushes against his, you both were seated close to each other.

“Thank you (last name).”he looks away as his cheek heat up, he hides behind his hair as he looks away.

You feel giggly at the sight and bump your shoulders with him.

“You’re kinda cute Kageyama-kun”

hinata shouyo

“Hinata, it’s okay. I don’t mind.”you try to reassure the tangerine haired male as smacks his head on the papers,”(last name)-san, nothings sticking to my brain,”he wails and a laugh bubbles out of you as you watch the slumped male.

“Am I just that dumb?”he turns to you, tears forming on his eyes, you shake your head as you pay his fluffy hair,”of course not, English is hard but we’re getting through it,”you try to lift the male’s spirit but it does nothing.

You think for a moment on how you can make English easier for Hinata to remember before an idea hits you and you quickly get up from your seat the male looking up at you in wonder.

“I got it Hinata, I know how we can make English easy and fun to learn!”you take his wrist and he flushes a dark red, a female has never done that to him, he allows himself to get dragged by you.

“Do you have a volleyball by any chance?”at the mention of the sport he lights up and is now jumping up and down,”yes yes, it’s in my bag,”he runs to his bag and pulls out the yellow and blue ball.

“Perfect!”

You explain your idea to Hinata, how you’ll toss to him only if he gets the answer right, you thought it would give him motivation to learn the words if you incorporated something that interested him.

“Good job, Hinata! You did better!”you cheered as he answered the last question correctly, you knew he jumped quite high but you were in shock to see it in person.

“Yuss, thank you (last name)-san!”

You were taken aback when he tackled you into a hug.

tsukishima kei

Tsukishima could not be anymore grumpy, since your dinner together he has been walking you to school every morning.

You were surprised to see the tall male in your kitchen the next morning sipping on some tea your mother had made. “Hi?”you greet but it came out as a question, he turns to you a scowl plastered on his face. “My mom told me to walk you to school,”he says, voice monotone as he pushes his glasses up his nose.

“Right, shall we leave then?”you pull your school bag tight on your shoulder, he makes a grunting noise before following you out the door.

He pulls his headphones over his ears and you do the same, you both walk in silence in the direction of the school. Out of the corner of your eye you see Tsukishima pull out his phone and change songs.

“You like Burnout Syndromes?”you grab onto his arm which takes the male by surprise, almost jumping up and down in excitement. Not a lot of people were interested in their music, so it was quietly exciting to find someone who listens to them.

“Oi let go of me ばか(baka).”he rips his arm from your grasp, straightening his uniform before shoving his phone into his pocket, you pout at him but left him be.

Since he’s in his mood again.

After walking in silence, he suddenly speaks. “You like them too?”you whip your head towards the tall male and he’s still facing forward. You both hush over the band and talk about other songs and genre that interest you both.

“Tsuki, is she your girlfriend?”Yamaguchi asks as you both reach the entrance of Karasuno, you flush in embarrassment as Tsuki sounds a “tch” to Yamaguchi.

“Shut up Yamaguchi!”

“ごめん(gomen) Tsuki!”

yamaguchi tadashi

“Yamaguchi-san!”you tap the green haired male’s shoulder, he turns to you and you can’t help but let a smile play on your lips.

“How can I help you, (last name)-san?”

“I got more than 75% on my exam!”you shoved the paper you had hidden behind your back into his hands, his eyes widen and laughs at your giddy form. “I’m so happy for you (last name)-san!”he cheers just as excited as you.

“Tch, so noisy!”Tsukishima comments from beside Yamaguchi,”Oi we all can’t be as smart as you, salt shaker.”you stick your tongue out at the tall male, earning an eye roll from him.

Yamaguchi laughs at the exchange before offering you to sit at their library table,”thank you Yama-san,”you take the seat beside him.

You pull out the book Yamaguchi had recommended to you, it was boring at first but once you’ve reached the middle part it was quite entertaining.

Yamaguchi’s eyes light up at the sight of the book, you both talk about the story and how great the character building was, the loud scraping draws both your attention.

Tsukishima leaves the table in annoyance.

“Both of you are so loud!”

happy happy birthday to our dear (daddy) daichi [31|12] and (jesus) asahi [01|01], heheh! anyways things have been good, i’ve been doing things to distract me from my ex. slow and steady healing 💕 i’m thinking of streaming on twitch, tell me what you think and what i should do. i wanna do it to distract myself. have a great new year you guys!

all the love xx

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xxcyj · 4 years

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Comfort 2.0

Comfort pt 2 is finally here! I hope you guys like it. Honestly this was kinda hard for me to write lol Anyway requests are open so feel free to request anything~ Masterlist << right here

Part 1

Genre: Fluff Word count: 2.7k Summary: Confession time

The sun rise was truly beautiful, you wondered why you never watched it before. You made a mental note to watch it another time. Maybe after a full night’s rest? This was your first time watching the sun rise and it was all Choi Yeonjun’s fault. You were tossing and turning the entire night and barely slept a wink of sleep; finally giving up at 5 am and just sitting at your desk and busied yourself by browsing the net.

It had been like this recently as Yeonjun seemed to occupy your mind. Absolutely making it hard for you to concentrate during your classes and assessments. You were praying to any gods out there that this torture would end before your exams started. Studying was already difficult as it was.

Your thoughts were interrupted with a good morning text from yours truly, Yeonjun. In the past, you never really thought much of it. Yeonjun and you would just text each other good morning to annoy each other to see who was awake first or to remind the other person that it was the morning if they had been pulling an all nighter.

Good morning munchkin~

Normally, you didn’t pay mind to whatever cute and cheesy nickname Yeonjun had thought of that morning as he only used them because he was a major flirt. However, this morning, you found your heart skip a beat and flutter. You tried your best to shrug it off and rolled your eyes while writing your reply.

‘Morning junnie

You set your phone down only to hear a familiar ping go off as you were about to roll back into bed.

We’re gonna be in the recording studio today~ wanna come?

A blush spread onto your cheeks as you read the invitation. It really wasn’t a big deal, Yeonjun often invited you to their recording sessions as you found the whole process fascinating. So why were you blushing a like a fool as you stared at the message on the screen. You found that your thumbs hovered over the keyboard as you hesitated answering the question.

Yeah sure, when?

Good enough. Yup.

12! We can hang out before my session [ attached selfie ] See you there munchkin!!

Dammit. He just had to add that selfie. It was a little obvious he had just woken up as his face was still swollen and his hair was a mess, poking out in multiple directions. However, you couldn’t stop yourself from thinking how incredibly handsome he looked. There goes your heart again, skipping another beat like it’s playing jump rope or something. Placing your phone on your desk, you walked over to your bed before burying your face into your pillow.

“Why did my feelings decide it was a good idea to catch feelings for my best friend” You muttered into the pillow as you let out a frustrated scream before turning around to look at your phone that rested on your desk.

It had been about two weeks since that walk to the bus stop. And you had been acting like a fool in those two weeks, getting flustered easily while trying your best to seem like everything was normal. You had talked to some of your friends about it and they all suggested to confess along with saying that it was time you finally realised you had feelings for him.

The thought of confessing did occur to your but you backed out and just planned on letting the crush fade. You didn’t want to ruin your friendship with Yeonjun, the thought of everything going down the drain because of a simple confession made your insides churn. Not that Yeonjun would be a jerk about it but you knew it would probably make everything awkward. You knew Yeonjun and knew that he would try his best to let you down easy and pretend nothing happened but that would just make everything worse.

Your thoughts swirled into a mush as your eyes finally felt droopy as you were thankful for finally being able to sleep.

You opened your eyes to the sound of your ringtone. What? Still a little froggy, you walk over to your phone and answer without looking at the caller ID.

“Y/N? Are you still coming?” Yeonjun’s voice startled you as you take the phone from your ear and check the time. 12:25.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry! I fell asleep.” You reply back put your phone on speaker and start scurrying off to the bathroom to get ready.

“It’s alright. Taehyun’s in the recording booth first so I’ve got sometime to kill. Wanna get some food?” You tried your best to listen to him but the running water drowned out most of what he was saying.

“Ummm yea sounds good! Text me the details.” You call out as you finish washing your face and start brushing your teeth. Hurriedly, you finished brushing your teeth and wiped your face with the towel from the rack. “I haven’t had breakfast.”

“Perfect! Ok, I’ll text you the address of the cafe. How long do you think you’ll be?” He asked, you stood there not having single idea. Usually in situations like this you would just throw on a pair of leggings and a hoodie with a bare face before calling it a day and leaving.

But here you stood in front of the mirror suddenly feeling a little self conscious.

“Y/N?”

“Oh, give me twenty minutes! I’m so sorry!” You profusely apologised as he just chuckled and assured you it was fine.

“Alright see you soon Y/N” Yeonjun said before ending the call. You quickly rushed over to your closet and examined it before nodding to a skirt and a long sleeve shirt. As for makeup, you didn’t have much time so you only put on bb cream, eye shadow, lip stick and brows. Looking at yourself one last time in the mirror, you decided to just leave your hair down before calling for a taxi.

Yeonjun sat at the corner of the cafe dressed in a grey shirt with a green flannel and a pair of black jeans. Although he was wearing a mask, you could tell it was him by the hat you had bought him a few months back. Subconsciously, you fixed your hair before walking up to the table where he sat.

“Hey, I’m sorry I’m late. I’ll buy your drink to make it up to you.” You said, catching his attention. He looked up at you, even with his mask you could tell he was smiling by his eyes.

“It’s alright but we should get the drinks to go and just have them at the studio.” Yeonjun said as you both walked to the counter.

“I’ll have a caramel macchiato and a salmon beagle please.” You spoke to the cashier before asking Yeonjun what he wanted.

“I’ll just have an iced americano please” Yeonjun answered before taking out his card to hand to the cashier.

“Wait no, sorry I’ll be paying.” You interrupted and pulled out your card. However, Yeonjun just shook his head and pushed your hand out of the way before giving his card to the cashier and typing his pin on the machine.

As you both walked off to the side to wait, you stared at him until he finally looked at you.

“What?” He said leaning in and lightly tapping your forehead. “You didn’t think I was gonna make you pay did you?”

“Yeonjun, I said I was gonna pay for you to make up for me being late.” You pouted and put your hands on your hips. Instead of intimidating him, this only made him chuckle and ruffle your hair, making your heart beat faster. Please don’t be blushing, you chanted in your head.

“It’s ok, you can make it up by buying dinner tonight.” Yeonjun cheerfully said.

“Actually, I can’t have dinner with you tonight. I have plans.” You reply as you thought about school. You had a group project due at midnight and still had a little bit to do until you were finished. Yeah, you had to admit you were a little slack on this group project and honestly you didn’t have a good enough excuse. It’s ok though, you were all getting graded individually so your group mates’ marks won’t suffer due to your poor time management. “But next time for sure.”

He gave you a strange look and just as Yeonjun was about to speak, your orders were called up. You both collected your items and started to head towards the Big Hit building. The two of you walked in silence as you munched on your beagle. You stole glances here and there at the man walking beside you.

“What is it?” Yeonjun finally asked as you reached the building and made your way up to the studio. He finally took his mask off and sighed before putting the mask into his bag. A little flustered by his question and not wanting to say it was because he looked handsome even with a mask on, you thought for a second before giving him an uneasy smile.

“Just feel bad about being late and having you pay for my things you know.”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” He replies back with a smile before leading the way into the studio. You politely said hello to the producers and sound engineers before sitting on the couch. Taehyun was just wrapping up for today’s recording as you gave him a little wave.

“What are you doing tonight anyway?” Yeonjun asked as he skimmed past his lines. Not wanting him to scold you for your academic habits, you avoided his eyes as you answered. “Oh, just you know, meeting up with a friend.”

Yeonjun looked at you and seemed to be biting back a reply as he left to go into the recording booth. Taehyun said a polite hello and goodbye as he left to go off to the practice room. You sat on the couch sipping on your drink as you watched Yeonjun do some sound checks.

You couldn’t help but admire how passionate he looked when he was recording. The way he would carefully listen to the producers feedback and write little notes on his lyric sheet. The way he would smile and cheer a little when he got something right. Everything about him looked so admirable, making you realise you how much you respected him and his dedication to his dream.

Your phone vibrated on the table and you were quick to check it as to not disturb anything. The caller ID read your groupmate’s name making you let out a silent curse before excusing yourself from the room.

“Hey what’s up?” You tried your best to answer.

“Y/N are you finished?” She sounded a little impatient through the phone, making you feel even more guilty.

“Almost. Just the final finishing touches. I’ll have to done by tonight, don’t worry.” You tried to reassure her.

“Ok, but I need it by 9 so I can check it before I send the manuscript for the presentation to the professor.”

“Yup. You bet, it’ll be sent by 9.” You replied back before you heard her sigh and hang up. You let out a sigh of relief before entering the room again. Your eyes met Yeonjun’s as he raised a brow at you as if to ask what you were up to. You gestured to you phone and just gave him a thumbs up with a smile before continuing to listen to him record again.

“Who were you on the phone with?” Yeonjun asked as he exited the recording booth. Not wanting him to find out it was your group mate as he would surely ask what it was about, you just replied with “Oh, just my friend.”

The two of you were walking along the hallway when you took a peak at the clock, reading 3:45. Shoot. You really didn’t have time to hang out with Yeonjun any longer, your presentation was begging you to finish it.

“The same friend you’re having dinner with tonight?” You stared at him as his voice sounded with something that you couldn’t pin point. He stared back at you as well as he leaned against the wall.

“Uh, yes. Actually I have to go right now, I promised them I’d get there around 5.” You gave him a sheepish smile and was about to press the button for the elevator and wave goodbye when he spoke up.

“Are you going on a date?” The question flustered you.

“What? What makes you say that?” You asked as you stood there trying to read his face.

“Well, you’re all dressed up with makeup and everything. And you’re leaving so early.” He walked closer to you and suddenly you were very aware of how small you were compared to him.

“Am I not allowed to dress nicely? I just wanted to look good today.” You simply stated feeling your heart pounding in your chest as you crossed your arms across your chest.

“Sure sounds like you’re trying to impress someone, that could only indicate a date. You never dress this nicely just to meet up with a ‘friend’” A rush of confidence hit you as he spoke. Something about him staring at you with heat woke something in you.

“So what if I was going on a date? Anyway, look it’s not a date ok?” You challenged as you carefully watched his expression. You waited for an answer but nothing came, it was as if he was trying to find a response. “Yeonjun, I really need to go.”

“Then why is your outfit so cute and your makeup so good? You never try to dress up when you’re with me.” He finally replied, sounding a little...disappointed? His lips were slightly pouted and you didn’t know if you were seeing things but was that wistfulness in his eyes?

You looked down and played with the hem of your skirt before meeting his eyes once again. Seeing him like this made your heart ache slightly. Letting out a sigh, you mentally shook yourself. I can’t take it anymore. I can’t just let this crush fade.

“Yeonjun, the only reason I dressed up today was because I was coming to see you. I’m not meeting up with a friend at all, I’m leaving early to finish up some school work.” He looked a little surprise by your answer.

“Dressed up for me? But why?” You found it adorable watching him look like the confused pikachu meme.

“Yes you. I-” Here it goes. Now or never. “I like you.” You turn around and quickly hit the elevator button, thanking the gods out there when it opened. “I need to go.” And with that you hopped in the elevator button, regretting setting in rather quickly.

You had ruined it. You just ruined your friendship with him. Great. Wonderful. You were too deep in thought that you realised that the elevator hadn’t moved. Dammit you forgot to press the button for Ground floor. Looking up, you noticed Yeonjun’s body at the door frame of the elevator thus preventing the doors to close.

As you were about to ask him what the hell he was doing, he stepped forward to cup your face and let his lips meet yours as your eyes widen in shock before closing as you melted into the kiss. The kiss was the type to make your knees feel like jelly as it was deep and almost hungry. Just as you thought he was about to pull away, he held you closer as he slightly bit onto your bottom lip before sucking on it. Your mouth opens a little to gasp as his tongue made its way into your mouth making you stumble back a little. Your hand held onto his shoulders in order to stand up as you felt your legs wobbly a little. His kisses began to trail on your neck before they made their way to your ear. He nibbled on them a little before he stopped, his ragged breath sending shivers through out your body.

“Good, because I like you as well.” He whispered into you ear before pulling away. Your eyes met you and you watched him smile as he kissed your lips once again, this time it felt soft and innocent. As he pulled away, a shy smile graced your face as he stared at you with such adoration.

“You’re so cute.”

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March 10, 2022

Here’s another trouble with group projects: I don’t want to be overly heavy-handed and do it all myself, but the urge is there. Physics lab report. I’ve already basically written two sections by myself. One of our group members is MIA, but they said that they had a medical excuse to be absent from lab earlier this week (though they did promise that they would write whatever section we assigned to them and that basically didn’t happen so I did it). My other two group members are taking this kinda lightly it seems like which would be fine if it wasn’t a group project. I don’t want to write this report all on my own to have to edit this thing single-handedly to kingdom come but I would also rather have group mates who didn’t think that adding a graph was “too much extra work.” GIRL I WANT AN A OKAY? AND IT SURE AIN’T GON’ HAPPEN THROUGH THE EXAMS??

And look I know my writing skill peaked in eighth grade but oh my god??? I just wanna take a big ol red pen and mark up huge swaths of this thing. Alas, it is due tonight.

And see like, I’m putting myself entirely on the line here because I’ve been taking the lead on our explanations, trying to justify how our model (the model I derived almost entirely on my own, actually) is correct even if our data doesn’t match (it’s a physics lab for bio majors,,,,, it’s amazing that our answers are even within reach of what a possible charge for a glass bead could be). So like, if we get this thing back and the TA is like, “actually the explanation should be yadda yadda yadda xyz so you’re wrong”, I’m going to spontaneously combust. But no one else in the group is offering any other explanations, so mine makes the most sense by default and I’ve said it so many times now that I believe in it with my heart, soul, mind, body, and spirit.

The report is due in less than three hours and three of the four sections are complete and if I have to flesh out the fourth section because the last groupmate also refuses to show then so be it. [edit, 2 hours later: I’m finishing off the fourth section because they didn’t come back in to resolve the bits they left hanging [edit, 5 minutes later: they’re back bc I sent a passive aggressive note in the groupchat [edit, 1 hour later: I was so distracted by a ton of other things that the formatting for the report was horrid when we I submitted it for the group agh that’s so upsettingggg I’m literally so upset I wanna yell so baddd. the report’s not fantastic overall but that just makes it worse [edit, next morning: emailed the TA and he said it was fine to resubmit so I did which means the only problem with the report is its mediocrity so I still wanna yell]]]]

Chem labs are hard. Physics lab try my patience. After this semester, I’ll never have to take either ever again.

In significantly less frustrating news I’m rereading Gifts by Ursula K LeGuin (I’ve just finished The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat after basically half the semester (it was interesting I guess, but that’s enough non-assigned nonfiction for the year)) because I remember loving it when I first read it years ago (in middle or early high school), and I’d wanted to read the second one, but I was really bad about sticking with series then. Anyway I wanna finish the series this time so I’m rereading the first book and it’s so well written. Beautifully written. Captivating. I’m not immensely far in, but this feels timeless.

Today I’m thankful for... idk I guess I’m thankful that it’s Thursday because that means I’m almost through with this week. Just one more class.

But I have a ton to do this weekend. So much. I’ll see if I can muster myself up to finish some of it tomorrow. That’d be nice, wouldn’t it? [edit: that did not happen]

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Carrying the Moon

Chapter 11

“Hiii! We're back! "

"I'm in the kitchen!"

Alice picked Hero up from the stroller and went straight to Robbe. The final exams were approaching and both boys were spending most of their time studying at home or university. Sander was often in his atelier at the Academie to finish up his projects, so Hero spent his time with his grandparents or with the babysitter. That day, Alice had offered to take him for a walk in the park, while Robbe had stayed home on the books.

"Hi!"

"What’s smelling so good?"

“Hey, little bean! I missed you so much!"

Robbe took Hero in his arms and kissed his cheek. He felt so guilty because he couldn't take care of him these days and it was the same for Sander, but they both knew they were doing this for him and their family. Graduating with good grades would have guaranteed a better future for all of them. Besides, it was almost summer, and they would have much more time to spend together.

"I'm making lasagna. Do you wanna join us for dinner?"

"I’d love to, but I have a work dinner tonight."

"Next time. then."

"Sure."

Alice smiled, watching Robbe sit down with Hero on his lap and start taking off the small Ramones sweatshirt he was wearing. In such a short time, the boy she had seen grow up, had turned into a loving man and father. It seemed to come naturally to him, as if he had been predestined to be the father of that child, just like Sander.

"You're such a good dad."

"Thanks but I'm still learning. Sometimes it seems like I'm doing all wrong."

"That’s normal when you have kids, sweetheart. And you're still so young! When I had the twins, I was way older than you, and it was something I planned with my ex-husband for so long. Still, life likes surprises and ended up giving us two babies instead of just one. And I felt exactly like you."

"Sander is my favorite person in the world, so, to me, you did a pretty good job with him."

“Thanks! I'm so proud of him, he turned out to be such a wonderful human being. Both of my children are."

The boy couldn’t hold back the annoyed expression that was painted on his face. In the month everyone had begged Charlotte to try to be a mother, Sander and Robbe had talked a lot about how her behavior was extremely wrong and deplorable in their eyes. Not because she didn't want to be a parent, but because of the way she was acting toward that poor child. She refused to look at him, to touch him, or hold him. Then Hero had become their son and the feeling they felt towards the girl had strengthened, because after all, that torture had been inflicted on the person they both loved so much. Alice noticed Robbe's expression and smiled because it was not difficult to put herself in his shoes, she was also a mother after all.

"I know you think Charlotte did something awful to Hero, but I'm proud of her because she dared to take a step back, and stand up for herself."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. I mean, I was scared of being a parent at 23, but now I couldn’t imagine my life being any different. Hero and Sander are my everything."

"You guys are such a nice little family, and thanks to you and Sander, I have the chance to be a grandmother to my little Hero here."

When the sound of the keys turning in the lock reached the kitchen, Hero clapped his hands happily, already knowing that this was the signal that heralded his papa’s arrival.

"I'm home!"

“Hi, baby! We're in the kitchen!"

“Hi, ma! Thanks for taking care of Hero today."

"Don't mention it, honey. I'm happy to help. Now I have to go, see you next time."

They all greeted Alice, and as soon as they were alone, Sander ruffled Hero's hair, then kissed Robbe softly, and he finally felt at home. Calmer, more relaxed, more himself, wrapped in the love that was so vivid between those walls. He couldn’t help but smile while his lips were still pressed to his boyfriend’s.

"Hi."

"I made lasagna!"

"Now I'm scared."

At that comment, Robbe playfully pushed Sander away, and looking him in the eye, he mouthed an unmistakable "fuck off", making Sander laugh out loud, but also Hero, who was always amused to see his parents bicker in that way.

During an evening, when all of them miraculously managed to take a break from studying, Sander and Robbe invited Jens and Lucas over for dinner.

That small meeting was supposed to be held in their friends' apartment, but Hero and his energy took up the space of ten elephants, so they opted to stay at their home.

At that moment, Hero was sitting on Lucas's lap, watching, completely captured, the people around him.

"I've been waiting for the moment when he will call me uncle since he was born."

Everyone laughed and Jens looked at his boyfriend with so much love in his eyes, that Robbe was sure, if they weren't both still busy with college, he would have asked Lucas to marry him long ago.

"When are you giving me another nephew, though?"

Robbe frowned as if Lucas had suddenly grown another head and Sander laughed, taking another sip of the only beer he had decided to drink that evening.

"At this point, if we were straight, I’d tell you that we’re using protection again, but that’s not quite the case."

"So you got tested?"

"No."

They answered in unison. Sander still was calm, Robbe was already completely embarrassed. He didn't understand why Lucas wanted to go through that topic. The wine he was drinking was probably already starting to kick in, destroying his brain-mouth filter.

"What? Why?"

"I hadn't sex with anyone while we were separated."

"I wasn't talking about you."

Robbe was trying so hard not to get involved into that conversation and he was throwing awkward looks at Jens, begging him to find a way to change the subject, but when the room became silent and he saw everyone's eyes on him, he understood that he had been called into question.

"Ow. Sander is still my first and only."

"What? He must be really good if you didn’t feel the need to be with anyone else. Even just out of curiosity. I mean, in my experience the Driesens are pretty passionate lovers, so I get that."

“Lucas, I love you, but just shut up. That big mouth of yours is gonna get you in trouble one of these days."

"That’s exactly what you told me last night when I was giving you-"

"Oh, my."

Jens buried in his face in his hands, continuing to mutter incomprehensible words, while Lucas had a Cheshire cat grin on his face and was stroking his boyfriend’s. Then the conversation somehow shifted back to less embarrassing topics, as Sander got up and went to get their takeout at the door.

"Did he already called you dad?"

Robbe shook his head. That was a very sensitive subject for him. Two months had passed, and despite Hero already calling Sander papa and Alice oma, he seemed unwilling to call Robbe dad. This had started an endless series of thoughts on how Hero would never see him as a parent, and often he and Sander had ended up arguing, because, after all, it was Sander’s fault, if they had broken up.

Sander, who was holding three bags in his hands, had picked up the conversation. The way his boyfriend reacted made him feel bad, but he was convinced that Hero would say that magical word in a few days, also because, whenever Robbe wasn’t around, he tried to make Hero repeat that word until they were both exhausted. He walked over to Robbe and pressed a kiss on his temple, before setting the containers with the food on the table and going to sit next to Lucas.

"It will happen soon, don't get down on yourself."

Sander was immensely grateful for Jens' words and was Robbe too because smiled at him. Hero, who was still sitting on Lucas's lap, caught Sander's gaze and called his name to make sure he had his attention, then pointed his little grabby hands in Robbe's direction, causing an endless series of “aaaaaw”.

“You haven't seen me for a week and you want to go with your dad? Thanks, I'll remember it, when you’ll ask me to drink together your first beer!"

At Lucas' huffy comment, everyone burst out laughing and Robbe walked over to pick up Hero, leaving him a kiss on his head. The baby’s gesture only served to confirm Sander's theory. He just needed to say that word, to complete the puzzle.

"You are his favorite!"

Jens said, turning to his best friend.

“Hey, did you really have doubts about it? He has my genes after all."

After dinner, Hero fell asleep in Sander's arms, who promptly carried him to bed, and the conversation became more intimate and serious.

"What will you do if Charlotte wanted to get Hero back?"

At Jens's question, Sander stiffened and clenched his jaw. That was something he had struggled since he decided to become a father, both because he couldn't forgive his sister for how she treated Hero and because the twins hadn't spoken to each other for nearly a year now, and it had never happened before.

“My mother is Hero's legal guardian because here in Belgium you have to be at least 25 to adopt. I will use this year to find a job so that I can officially adopt him and Charlotte won’t be able to do anything about it. If she comes back sooner, I won't let her take him away. Robbe and I raised him. We are his parents. She is nothing to him."

His words were harsh, sharp, and angry. Robbe knew that Sander would fight hard to keep Hero with them. They had already talked about it before, but the tone never changed. Always so raw and emotional. Robbe put a hand on his boyfriend's back, starting to draw circles with it, to try to calm him down.

They had agreed, that once they were married, Robbe would legally adopt Hero, but also about the fact that everything should evolve naturally in that direction, without the need to push things due to bureaucratic issues. It was enough for Sander that Robbe felt as emotionally attached to Hero as any parent. He didn't need documents to prove it.

"However, she doesn't seem willing to do anything like that, or to get back to this side of the world."

"As if she had never done anything impulsive."

Sander knew that Lucas and Charlotte were still in contact and that nothing could break their bond. It didn't seem right that his best friend wasn't taking his side, also because he knew very well that he had loved Hero from day one. Maybe Lucas was good at not messing with his feelings and emotions. Or maybe he had simply learned to manage those things.

"The anger you’re feeling has made you forget that wanting to give Hero up for adoption was the only selfish thing your sister made during her life. She would never take him away from you. Trust me."

And perhaps Lucas was right, yet his words couldn’t erase the weird feeling that Sander was experiencing in his stomach for months

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#wtfock #wtfam #sander driesen #robbe ijzermans #robbe x sander #rosander #drijzermans #sobbe #sobbe fanfic #wtfock fanfic #vds #van der stoffels #lucas van der heijden #jens stoffels #carrying the moon #chapter 11

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flying-elliska · 4 years

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evening stars - Elu drabble

For the ask “ Could you pretty please write something where eliott has a tough day at work and lucas takes care of him? Like basically makes a burrito eliott and feeds him lots of nice food, cuddles him and tells him how much he loves him and how proud he is? “

VENDREDI 20:49

Eliott’s had mostly good days ever since he started his job. He thought he would be overwhelmed, juggling all the change in his life - the newness of university, and now this job, not to mention more perpetual challenges like his mental health, without sacrificing his friendships or most importantly, his relationship. Also, to be quite honest - he loves movies, but it was everything else he was unsure about being able to deal with, like the clients or the administrative aspects.

A lot of his anxieties have revealed themselves to be unfounded. A lot of that is due to his boss, David, being chill personnified. He is pretty easy going when it comes to organization or timing. He hired Eliott because he recognized the same passion in him that he had himself, despite his lack of experience. According to him, there are very few stores of this type left, with how everything moved online. So people who come here aren’t here to just get a movie and leave, often they want the human part of it, they want to be recommended stuff and they want to talk to people who talk, breathe and live movies. Which Eliott totally recognizes himself in. He lucked out, really, and it’s already happened two times that they closed up late because they had gotten involved in a really passionate discussion about visual storytelling or old Japanese movies.

But of course, it can’t all be sunny days. One of the big lessons life seems to want to impart to him.

He was already stressed up about today before it started : David had to leave for the afternoon and left him alone in the store for the first time. At breakfast, he had been snappy for no reason to Lucas and Lucas had been even worse ; in fact he had been grumpy all week, convinced he had flunked his last math exam. So they’d started the day in a very much less than ideal state, even if they had made up and apologized by text later. Then he had had a weird rush in early afternoon that had left him frazzled. Followed by an asshole who had been very insistant on his opinion on Lars von Trier movies, and when he’d ventured the idea that maybe all the brutalized naked women thing was maybe a little misogynistic, the man had reacted almost violently, drilling Eliott about a lot of obscure movie details before declaring him a fake, throwing out some vaguely homophobic insults about ‘political correctness’, and leaving. To crown it all, Eliott had messed up a pile of old DVDs David had been cataloguing, and had to figure out if he had lost one of them or if it had been stolen. And on top of that - he still hasn’t started the essay he needs to turn in on Monday.

In short, it had been an avalanche of little crappy things, and it had pushed him from feeling cranky into feeling completely miserable. It’s moments like these that leave him feeling so embarassed at his lack of capacity to cope with little setbacks. Intellectually he knows that it’s not the end of the world. But his brain is already making up all sorts of vicious scenarios about how David is going to fire him, how he’s never going to be able to keep a job, or talk to people properly, or finish university, how he is a fraud that doesn’t really know movies and his opinions are all childish and pathetic, how Lucas is going to leave him and he is going to end up living under a bridge. He’s completely spiraling so when he gets out of the metro to walk to their appartment, he sends a short text to Lucas to warn him, something like fuck life sucks then today then bad mood i’m sorry. So maybe Lucas knows how to avoid him if he doesn’t feel like dealing with his shit tonight.

He climbs the stairs in their elevator-less building to the fourth floor feeling heavier than ever, thinking of just plopping into bed clothes with the hope his misery somehow would evaporate during the night.

However, when he opens the door, Lucas is waiting for him. In their little entrance, leaning against the wall.

He just says, “Hey,” before Eliott drops his bag on the ground and rushes into his arms. Lucas gets on his tiptoes and wraps himself around him as best he can.

“I’m so sorry.” he whispers into his boyfriend’s neck.

“What for ?”

“I don’t know...I had such a bad day, I feel like a fucking failure...totally horrible and like it’s contagious.”

“Yeah that’s so weird I’ve never heard of a job sucking before.”

Suddenly, Eliott feels like he wants to cry. He doesn’t know why he is like this, it’s ridiculous, and he wants to disentangle himself and disappear, but Lucas doesn’t let him. Instead he kisses him, mouth and then cheeks, and then takes him by the hand and leads him to their couch.

It’s the biggest item in their living room, a gift from Eliott’s parents and the most comfortable item of furniture he’s ever known. Sitting down on it automatically makes it difficult to get up again, and it’s perfect for when their friends come over to play video games. In this very moment, however, it feels like a beacon of safety to Eliott.

Lucas pushes him into the couch.

“Okay, how about you just stay there this evening, okay ? And let me take care of you. You don’t have to do anything.”

“Lucas...I have stuff to do, don’t you ?”

“Yes, right now, you have to commune with the couch. Be at one with the couch. Be the couch.” He says stubbornly before going to their room. Then he comes back - with a mountain of pillows and their bedcovers, as well as their pijamas, the matching ones with little dots. When they’ve changed clothes, he then starts wrapping Eliott in them until he looks like a burrito, and buries him in pillows, just his head peeking out. Eliott feels a little ridiculous, and like he can’t move, but mostly he feels warm, and held. When Lucas disappears again and comes back with the hot water bottle, he can’t help but laugh a little.

“I’m not sick, you know.”

“Yeah, I know, I just like having an excuse to do this.” He puts the thing next to Eliott’s feet, then dims the light. “How about we play a game. The outside world is cancelled. We’re going to order some food, and then watch a movie, or whatever we want, and talk, and I’m going to kiss you, and then...just whatever we want for as long as we want, okay ?”

Eliott squints at him from beneath pillows.

“Isn’t that like always ?”

“Yes but tonight we are doing it extremely on purpose.”

Lucas orders for them - their favorite comfort food, from the italian place nearby, lasagna and ravioli with cannoli for dessert, feeding each other bits of their respective dishes. Eliott tells Lucas all about his asshole customer, and delights in the creativity of Lucas’s insults.They watch one of Eliott’s favorite Ghibli movie, Kiki’s Delivery Service, after which Eliott sighs about wanting to run away and leave in the forest to paint. Lucas says he’ll just have to become a lumberjack, then, which is definitely not the Ghibli vibe, but he can’t help but think his boyfriend would look good in plaid.

After that, they turn all the lights except one - Lucas’s new galaxy lamp, which projects scattered little dots of light all over their walls and ceiling - and just sit. Eliott’s found his place sitting between Lucas’s legs, all envelopped and warm, and all his sorrows feel a lot more distant. He still feels...harried, and extremely tired, but the tension has drained away. That’s often how he feels around Lucas nowadays. The exciting newness of their relationship has faded a bit, but it’s been replaced by a deep sense of comfort and home that being together brings them. Eliott still can’t believe it, some days, that this is his life, that he gets to have this.

Lucas bends forward a little, and starts kissing him - on his forehead, cheeks, lips, so haphazardly it makes Eliott giggle a little. Then he brings Eliott’s hand to his mouth, and his forearm, and Eliott gets it - he’s trying to catch the stars with his mouth, kissing everywhere a little pinprick of light touches Eliott’s skin. He shivers. His boyfriend is so sneakily romantic when he really wants to be, it keeps surprising him.

“It’s the world that should be sorry for making you feel bad.” Lucas whispers in his ear. Kisses him again. “I’m so proud of how you’re handling all of this.” Another kiss, a little more heated the last. “They’re lucky to have you. That moron will feel so stupid when you’re a famous movie director.” He nuzzles into Eliott’s neck and sighs.

Look, Eliott know it’s important for him to take charge of his emotions and work on his mental health, and all that. But god, it feels so good to have someone who is just wholly, entirely on his side. With whom he can be as soft or as wild as he needs, and never makes him feel like a burden.

His lucky guiding star really came through for him, huh.

He turns around and kisses his boyfriend - he’ll never get tired of thinking about him his way, his boyfriend boyfriend boyfriend boyfriend - and they melt into each other, whispering sweet nothings until they drift off into sleep, and misery is but a distant memory.

#skam france #elu drabble #my fic #am i taking prompts now lmao i guess i am

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notaboynotagirljustalilbaby · 4 years

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So there's been a lot going on the past week or so. Obviously. The week before last was stressful, it was the week before spring break which always means things will be due (exams, projects, etc). I wasn't really worried about the Corona virus then, I was aware of it, of course, but I didn't realize how much it would change things. So I did my exams and cleaned the apartment and prepared to go to my parents house for spring break. Before I left on Monday, my school had announced that the 2 weeks after spring break would be online. As of today, we're going to be online through (most of, if not all) the summer semesters. I live in campus housing. That's been a mess, I had to apply to be allowed to come back. I put too many 'at risk' people at even more risk so they let me come back. But roommate b moved his stuff out today. So I'll be living truly alone for the first time.

Roommate d and roommate r (and red, but roommate red is staying with their family, I think) offered to let me live with them, which I'm planning to do in the summer and next year. But I decided to try to stay where I already am, if possible. So, I'm alone. And they aren't far, I know that. Basically ALL of my college friends are in one groupchat (currently named "Quaranteam") so I'm not isolated. But it's still going to be different than living with my best friend(s).

But anyways. Roommate b is gone and our place is half empty and I'm trying not to be too sad. But I also keep thinking that IF we live together next year, I won't be seeing him (in person) regularly until.. probably August. [And, since I go back and read these sometimes: it's currently March 24th].

My actual reason for writing here is that there were times last week where I basically just wanted (needed?) To throw something like a tantrum. I just wanted to scream and cry into my pillow or a stuffed animal... and now I'm feeling sad and I'm not sure that I'm 1000% big and I don't really want to be, but it's been so long since I regressed and I have homework to finish. So.. I don't know how tonight will turn out. But I might lay on the floor and color either way.

#roommate b #roommate d #roommate r #roommate red #corona virus

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marvelsswansong · 6 years

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Tony Being Jealous of How Much Time You’re Spending with Peter Would Include...

a/n: written due to much popular request

alright so Tony has never been that overwhelmingly attached type of dad

but he really does value his time with you and tries to spend as much time as he can with you

cause he knows what it’s like to have a dad who never makes time for his children

so no matter how busy life got for both of you, through Friday movie nights, family dinners and the training sessions, it was fair to say that you spent a lot of time with your father

though, because of how busy Tony was and how hectic school could be, once in a while one of you had to cancel your plans

so when you asked Tony if you could skip out on this week’s movie night, he didn’t think much of it

“Dad... Is it okay if I skip out Friday movie night this week?”

“Sure, honey, it’s not that big of a deal.”

“Great! I’ll text Peter right now and tell him I’m free.”

Tony is taken back, he thought you were cancelling cause of school work or something

“Peter?”

“Yeah. Peter wanted to go to this diner near his house on Friday after school.... Is that okay?”

Tony quickly forces a smile

“Yeah! Of course that’s okay. Just uh- don’t be late!”

Tony kind of feels upset that you would blow him off for someone else

but then he figures, it’s only this one time so it’s not that big of deal

except from that day you seem to spend a lot more time with Peter than Tony

friday movie nights are replaced with sleepovers at Peter’s house

family dinners are incomplete unless you call Peter and tell him to come over

everyday after school you’re hanging out with Peter to either work on a project or to study together

and as Tony sees less and less of you, he gets more and more jealous of Peter

it feels like out of nowhere, Peter gets to come into your life and steal you away from him

“Sorry about having to cancel out of nowhere, dad. I really thought that Peter and I would finish this project earlier-”

“No, it’s fine. Just make sure to get home safely.”

“Okay, love you.”

Tony sighs bitterly before responding

“Love you too.”

and when someone else points out that Tony seems to be really jealous, he furiously denies it

“Tony... Are you jealous of Peter?”

“What? No! Of course not! Why the hell would you ask that?”

“Natasha has a point, Tony. You’ve been acting really weird ever since (Y/n) started spending more time with Peter.”

“Be quiet, Capsicle, you know that’s not true. I-I just... I just think she should be spending more time with me cause I’m her dad, that’s all.”

but even if Tony tries to deny it, it’s so obvious to everyone else that Tony’s jealous of Peter

and as a result, Tony gets more moody whenever Peter’s around the tower

or even when he’s mentioned in a conversation

meanwhile you’re oblivious to your dad’s feelings because a) Tony never shares how he’s feeling and b) he’s never said “no” to you cancelling plans to go hang out with Peter

Tony’s sick of seeing you spend so much time with Peter that he decides to try to make plans with you out of nowhere

“Hey sweetheart, wanna go eat at that Italian restaurant you like so much tonight?”

“I thought you said we were going to order in today.”

“I-I know, but... I thought maybe you’d like the real stuff instead of the takeout crap.”

“Ugh, I wish I could dad, but I’ve been swamped with homework so I can’t go out tonight. Maybe next time?”

“Yeah, sure. Next time.”

except it feels like this ‘next time’ is never going to happen as he sees less and less of you in general as exams approach and he has to go on more missions

it’s driving Tony crazy which in turn drives all of the Avengers crazy cause they can tell this is really bothering Tony

so one day Bruce pulls you aside and asks you to spend more time with Tony

you’re really confused at first

“...Why?”

“Haven’t you noticed how differently your dad’s been acting ever since you’ve started to spend more time with Peter?”

“I.... I don’t know.”

“The point is, your dad might not say anything, but deep down he genuinely misses spending time with you. And if I know Tony, he’s probably doubting how he is as a father right now because he feels that Peter has replaced him in your life.”

you’re genuinely shocked

“What? That’s crazy, he’s my dad. No one could replace him.”

“I know, but does Tony know that?”

you feel really terrible for not noticing sooner and immediately go up to the lab to find Tony

Tony looks up at you then looks back down at the table

“The money’s on the cabinet.”

“What?”

“I thought you were going out with Peter tonight.”

your heart breaks at how sad your dad looks

“No, I... I was actually wondering if you wanted to do something today.”

that makes Tony look up at you, shocked

“Why?”

“Because you’re my dad, I want to spend my time with you.”

“But what about Peter?”

You sigh and hug him

“Forget about Peter for a moment, dad.... Look, I’m sorry that I've been kind of distant lately. It wasn’t my intention to make you jealous.”

Tony returns the hug but glares at you playfully

“Hey! I am not jealous.”

You break away from the hug and raise your eyebrow

“Really? So you would be completely fine if I call Peter right now and tell him we’re still on for to-”

Tony takes the phone away from your hand and places it on the table

“Nope. Like you said, tonight is just the two of us.”

You laugh

“I know, just you and me, dad.”

aw, secretly jealous dad!Tony is the cutest

read my other works: masterlist

a/n 2: I tried making this a one-shot but no ideas would come out so it became a headcanon lol

general taglist: @wantyoubackpeter @platonic-plots @superwholockwannabe

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yourkeeperoftherunners · 5 years

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Milestones and Firsts

Plot: AU You discover Minho’s college friends are plotting to drag him to a strip club for his 21st and persuade them to let you crash it as the designated driver. While you 100% knew you were sober, some how you let it slip that you’ve never gotten that close with a guy, despite being older than your best friend. Now he’s got it into his head that he should make that change.

Rating: R-ish (Mention of stereotypical 21st birthday antics, strip club setting, language, drinking, teasing, flirting, lap dance, parents talking about the future.)

Characters: College Student!Minho (Stray Kids) x Older Female Reader, College Student!Chris (Stray Kids), College Student!Hoseok (BTS), College Student!Jungkook (BTS), plus mention of other members

Notes: This is a fictionalized story set where the guys are attending a Western university and Minho is celebrating his birthday per his international age. It was partly inspired by Minho’s attempt to sway I.N. to vote for him during Weekly Idol by doing a sexy dance, only for Hyunjin to shove him off and scold the elder for his behavior. Minho, Jungkook, and Hoseok are fluent in English in this one-shot. The reader is out of college in this story and working – she’s only a few years older.

Happy Birthday Lee Know!

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“Y/N, I’m exhausted!”

You snorted as your best friend flopped on his bed dramatically, using one hand to hold his phone out to chat with you via video call. One of his cats jumped on his bed and brushed against his shoulder. With his free hand, he reached behind him and petted the cat on the head.

“Exams?” you guessed.

He lifted his head and shook it, his eyebrows knit. “I had dinner with my parents.”

You propped your phone up against your pencil cup on your desk and began pulling your hair out of your bun. It surprised you that Minho’s parents were in town, given that they lived in Korea and he was out here completing his undergrad studies in Dance Performance. But you knew it probably had something to do with his birthday coming up in a few days.

“They took you out for your birthday?” you asked.

Minho nodded and slowly pushed himself to sit up. His cat decided to move, crawling into his owner’s lap for more attention. He continued to scratch his cat’s head as he explained how his evening went.

“Well Hyunjin messaged me late and told me not to do anything today, which I thought was weird,” Minho confessed. “Then I get woken up by my roommate saying someone stopped him in the hall and they were struggling to speak English. So I throw something on and find out –”

“Mom and Dad were there?”

“Yeah, I mean I’m happy to see them, but I’m thinking ‘It’s not the holidays so...?’ Then umma’s hugging me and saying she wanted to surprise me for my birthday,” he continued. “I guess she convinced appa because you guys celebrate 21 here as a milestone, plus they missed my 20th last year.”

“But usually when your parents roll in, they don’t expect you to pay for a meal, especially if it’s your birthday,” you reasoned. “What happened? Did they ask you about coming home again?”

Minho nodded glumly and added that his mother was worried about her only son finding a girl soon. His father was still not completely sold on his son pursuing dance as his career, and even tried to offer Minho a job in the furniture business he worked in. He switched the phone to his other hand and resumed petting his cat with the other hand.

“I think they’re hoping I’ll cave,” he said. “I don’t want to be defiant, but I wish they’d get that this is my dream and to be here is important to me.”

“You know they worry about you because you’re their only child, right?” you reminded him. “Parents with one kid dote on them and worry constantly about them.”

Minho sighed and stopped petting his cat. He moved so he could lead against the headboard and propped himself against the pillows.

“Wish you could have come – I think you would have liked the food,” he said. “The dessert was so pretty that I almost couldn’t eat it. I’ll send you a pic.”

You allowed a sad smile to cross your lips and nodded. Unlike Minho who was wrapping up his undergrad studies, you had graduated college and were working in an office. Recently you had been put on a project and were eager to prove yourself to your boss, working late and often through lunch. Today was the last day before you pitched the end result to your boss, which meant you were unavailable to do anything outside of finishing the project.

“Next time Min,” you reassured him.

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“No that’s got poor reviews,” Hoseok muttered as he swiped through Yelp.

Jungkook peered over his shoulder and pointed to another business. “They have very pretty girls there, um well according to Namjoonie! I’ve never gone.”

The mention of their friend made Hoseok jerk his head up in surprise and Jungkook nodded.

“Hyung did it as a dare, but he’s not always just thinking about books and philosophy,” Jungkook explained. “Jackson-hyung said women were practically throwing themselves at him.”

Hoseok clicked on the page for the business and scrolled through the reviews to see what people said. He didn’t notice that someone was walking toward them, coming up from behind.

He felt a tap on his shoulder and jumped when he looked over his shoulder. Jungkook’s eyes went wide when he saw it was you, while Hoseok fumbled with his phone, trying to hide the screen.

“N-noona! Hey, uh, what’s up?!” Hoseok asked, trying to sound smooth.

“Work treating you well?” Jungkook added.

You raised a brow and looked from Jungkook to Hoseok, then to the latter’s phone. He had it pressed face down on his thigh and you motioned for him to show you.

“Ah, ah it’s nothing! Nothing!” he insisted.

“Are you taking a leaf out of Namjoon’s book and watching porn while you’re here?” you asked with a stern look.

“What?! Oh definitely not!” Hoseok said.

Jungkook sighed and nudged the older boy, murmuring that they should come clean. Hoseok sighed and lifted his phone up. He unlocked the screen and showed you the page for the strip club he was looking at.

You took his phone in your hands and squinted as you looked at the ratings and picture of the exterior. “You wanna visit a strip club? I mean, it’s technically better than putting viruses on your tech, but that’s not cheap, especially for broke college guys,” you warned as you handed the phone back.

Jungkook shook his head violently and explained that they were looking for Minho. Before you could respond, he interrupted, saying, “He’s never had a drink and he hasn’t seen a girl naked, or at least I don’t think he has. So we thought it would be a fun present for him, you know, because he’s turning 21?”

“We were trying to find a decent place,” Hoseok added. “Somewhere close to campus, but not too expensive. Also we know Minho’s kind of picky with girls so we’re trying to find a place with pretty faces.”

“So in short you’re gonna get him drunk in one night and make him watch women swing around a pole in g-strings?” you deadpanned. “Why not take him for dinner? You know he’s been talking about a list of places he has to try before he graduates soon.”

“That’s boring,” Jungkook dismissed with a wave of his hand. “He’s been pretty focused on our performance evaluation we had a few days ago and it’s time he blew off some steam.”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at both of them. There was nothing wrong with strippers in your mind, but you thought their idea was incredibly selfish and more geared toward what they wanted to do for his birthday. In all the years you’ve known Lee Minho, you knew he was a foodie, he loved dancing and performing, and he adored his cats. Some girls had written him off as cold or harsh, due to his sarcastic nature, but you knew that he could be a sweetheart once you got to know him.

“Who else is in on this?” you asked.

Jungkook pointed to Hoseok, then himself. “And Chris-hyung. He offered to be our designated driver, but honestly I think he’s been under a lot of stress too. I know we could get Ubers or something, but see that’s an extra cost to consider and–”

You raised your hand and uttered, “Make room for me. I’ll be your designated and I’d like to be the first to personally buy Min his first drink.”

Both boys stared flabbergasted at you, then they exchanged a look. Hoseok began to insist that it was okay and that if it was too awkward, you weren’t required to go. Jungkook talked over him adding that while you weren’t unwelcome, it could be weird because it was a female performer only strip club.

You shrugged and repeated yourself again. “I’m driving your sorry drunk asses home, no charge. Plus I’ll treat Minho to his first drink. Maybe you boys can pool your money together for a lap dance for him if you wanna expose him to the culture.”

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“Y/N-noona, we owe you big time,” Chris said from his seat in the back.

You waved it away as nothing as you pulled up to Minho’s dorm. He was waiting outside and you unlocked the door for him.

“Thank you Y/N,” Minho said as he got in.

“Happy Birthday Min,” you replied, waiting for him to put his seat belt on.

He smiled brightly and thanked you, before looking in the back to see Chris, Hoseok, and Jungkook. He slowly turned around and glanced at you curiously.

“So, where are we going?” he asked.

You shifted the car to Drive and said it was a surprise.

That was the other clincher – poor Minho was unaware of the fact that his friends were dragging him out for a night of stupid indulgence in wine, women, and dance. The guys insisted you keep it a secret, but everyone agreed to dress nice to make tonight feel special.

Once you parked, Hoseok secured a blindfold around Minho’s eyes and you guided him toward the entrance of the strip club. Chris helped you as you slowly walked Minho to the front, Jungkook holding the door open for all of you.

“Where are we? It smells old...kind of like cigarettes and cheap perfume,” Minho whined. He crinkled his nose and paused a few feet shy of the receptionist desk where you were going to check in.

The woman standing behind the desk looked up from her phone and her lips twitched into an amused smirk. Jungkook placed a finger to his lips, while Hoseok untied the blindfold from Minho’s eyes.

“Happy Birthday Stud and welcome to Mirror,” the receptionist greeted once Minho was free of the blindfold. “Your friends said you’re finally legal and booked a table for you.”

Hoseok stepped forward and acknowledged that he made the reservation. He began reading through the rules and paperwork, signing the required fields and pulling out an ID and credit card.

Minho turned to look at you in confusion, before he glanced at Chris. “Hyung, Y/N, what’s going on? Is this a nightclub?”

The receptionist snorted and leaned across the desk, resting her arms in front of her. “Honey, this is a stripclub. Speaking of which, I need everyone’s IDs before you can go in.”

Jungkook fumbled for his wallet, while you and Chris passed yours over to her. She checked them and handed them back, before taking Jungkook’s to check.

“Guess I was wrong Bunny Boy, you sure have a young face,” she admitted to Jungkook as she handed his back. “What the hell is your secret?”

Jungkook flushed as he tucked his ID away, stammering that he washed his face twice a day, exercised, and tried to eat healthy. You snickered, which earned you a scowl from the young man.

“Everyone’s set, make sure you follow the club rules and you’re limited to two drinks each,” the receptionist said. She stamped everyone’s hands and told them to head in and look for the table with the placard Reserved on table 25.

“Y/N, who came up with this idea?” Minho asked as he stayed close to you, eyes slightly wary.

You rolled your eyes and jabbed a thumb at Hoseok and Jungkook’s backs. “Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Bunny Boy here thought you needed to de-stress by having alcohol and boobs shoved in your face.”

“Stop it,” Jungkook mumbled.

“Oh no I’m gonna use that from now on,” you teased as you clapped a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder. “Bunny Boy does suit you, you know?”

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“Are we gonna eat?” Minho asked once you were seated at your table. “I’m hungry – thought I should hold off on eating before we went out.”

Chris sighed as he checked the menu at the table. He flipped through the glossy pages and concluded that there were no appetizers or food on the menu.

“Sorry Min, but it looks like it’s just drinks,” he said.

Minho frowned and propped a hand under his chin. His stomach growled and he glanced back at the entrance. “We could still go to Side Effects Cafe and grab a bite now. The food’s not that expensive and I’ve always want to try–”

“Yah, we just got here!” Hoseok protested. “You haven’t even ordered your first drink yet!”

You looked around for the bar and spotted it in the far left corner. Motioning for Minho to follow you, you told the group that you were going to buy him his first drink. Minho slid off his chair and stuck close to you, keeping his eyes focused on you.

“You don’t have to buy it,” he said.

“A small gift,” you replied. “I promise I did buy a real present for you, but I thought it would be safer to give after tonight’s mess of debauchery.”

“You told them about the restaurant list, right?” he asked.

“Yeah but you know them,” you sighed. You waited for the bartender to finish with the customer ahead of you, then prompted Minho to choose a drink.

“ID?” the bartender asked, holding his hand out.

Minho pulled it out and passed it to the bartender. You followed suit and explained that you only wanted club soda.

“I’m buying his first drink,” you explained.

The bartender checked the IDs and passed them back. “Happy Birthday,” he said, “what do you want?”

Minho looked at an open menu on the bar and pointed to something fruity that looked less intimidating to try out. The bartender excused himself to make the drink, as well as fill a glass with club soda for you.

“I’m sorry about this Min,” you said, leaning closer so he could hear you. “I swear those guys wanted to take over your birthday because they’re too chicken to go to a place like this on their own time. We can probably stay an hour tops, then get to the cafe before it closes.”

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“You’re supposed to be drinking,” Jungkook sighed as he noticed Minho’s mostly full glass.

Minho shrugged and murmured that he was trying to take it slow. Chris nodded in agreement as he nursed a beer in his hands.

“Best you don’t overdo it mate, hangover’s not fun,” Chris added. He took a sip from his bottle and barely had time to swallow before a busty redhead slipped into his lap and straddled him.

“Hey Thunder From Down Under, how’s it shaking?” she asked.

Chris forced himself to swallow his sip and awkwardly tried to put his bottle down without touching the woman seated on his lap. Minho bit back a snicker as he watched the older boy try to politely turn the woman away.

“I’ve, I’ve got someone,” he sputtered.

“Does she know you’re here?” the redhead teased. “Shh, I’ve got you covered tonight. Let me take good care of you, m’kay?”

“If I could, I’d take a picture of Chris-hyung’s embarrassed face,” Minho whispered. He took tiny sips of his drink and made a face. “This isn’t that good.”

Another girl must have seen Minho’s reaction and she walked over to the table. “Something wrong babe?”

Minho avoided her gaze and mumbled that the drink wasn’t that good. You couldn’t blame him for being flustered, as this girl was walking around in a corset top that seemed to be straining under the weight of her boobs.

She put her tray down on the table and walked around to stand behind Minho’s chair. She gently tilted his head back and let it rest against her chest.

Minho looked alarmed as he found his eyes moving from the table to the woman’s face when his head was tilted back.

“You know it’s rude to not look at a pretty girl when she’s talking to you,” the girl remarked.

Hoseok reached over and shot the woman an apologetic smile. “He’s shy. It’s his 21st birthday today and he’s never been to one of these places.”

“So you’re the birthday boy?” the redhead chirped. She looked over at Minho and sized him up thoughtfully. “Aww, he’s like a little kitten.”

“Which one of us do you want?” the other girl asked as she rested her hands on Minho’s shoulders. “It’s customary for the birthday boy to get a lap dance.”

Jungkook smirked as he added that it was Minho’s first lap dance. The girl standing behind Minho cast a look at you and you chimed in, saying that you were just a friend acting as the designated.

“Someone’s gotta drive these idiots home in one piece,” you replied.

“You into women? I know Evie’s kinda into boss-lady women like you,” the redhead asked.

You shrugged and pointed to Minho. “It’s his birthday, so spoil him and these other idiots.”

“Hang on, I’m an idiot?!” Chris protested as he turned to look at you.

“Fine, two idiots, a birthday boy, and the innocent bystander,” you corrected. You took a sip of your soda water to end the conversation.

“Ah um, um,” Minho stuttered. He tried to look over at you, but couldn’t turn his head, due to the woman tilting it backwards on her chest.

“Ladies, he’s mine – shoo,” a third woman spoke up. She waved away the redhead and the corset-clad woman before resting a hand on Minho’s shoulder. “So you’re the birthday boy, huh? What’s your name?”

“Minho,” he managed to get out. He slowly sat up straighter and rubbed the back of his neck to get a bit of stiffness out of it from leaning back.

“Like The Maze Runner,” Hoseok added.

“I loved that book,” the woman replied as she leaned down to meet Minho’s gaze. “I’m Tess. Do you prefer tits or ass?”

“He’s not picky!” Jungkook added with a wicked smile.

Minho shuffled in his seat and slipped his hands under his thighs, wishing that the guys hadn’t dragged him here. Never mind the fact that he was stuck at a place with crappy drinks and bad smells, but he didn’t like that he had to sit here while another girl was on his lap trying to get him hard.

He nervously watched you drink your soda water from the corner of his eye as Tess straddled him. You were looking around the club in amusement, shooting Chris a pity smile as a fourth girl complimented him on his sexy accent while her hands wandered down his abs.

Has it been an hour yet? Minho thought, unable to focus on the woman seated on his lap. While he was glad the corset woman hadn’t taken a seat on his lap, he wasn’t into the lap dance he was receiving from Tess. Her perfume, her makeup, it was all too much and she wasn’t really his type.

“Someone works out,” Tess mused. “Also quite the thighs – you don’t skip leg day, do you?”

“He’s a dance major,” you added.

“What kind of dance?”

“Hip-hop, break dancing...” you trailed off.

“Ooh maybe I should see some of this dancing,” Tess replied.

Minho squirmed under the woman straddling him and he glanced toward the door. He struggled to sit up and managed to get out a half-decent apology before making his exit.

“Minho!”

He turned around and saw you were following after him. You shoved your hands into your jacket pockets and apologized to him.

He closed his eyes and ran a hand through his hair as he leaned against the wall. He took a few deep breaths and let them out, his warm breath creating a white fog.

“I don’t think I wanna go back here again for a long, long time,” he concluded. “Also, please don’t tell umma.”

“Yeah I think she’d revoke our friendship if she learned that I willingly accompanied her son to drink and have a stranger grind on him,” you said.

He snorted at the thought of his mother getting upset and shook his head. “How long has it been?”

You checked your phone and replied that it had been 45 minutes. “Min, it’s your birthday,” you reminded him. “I’m just the chauffeur. If you wanna make the guys leave so you can go home and eat, make them.”

Minho pried an eye open and turned to face you. “How come you stayed so cool in there?”

You shrugged and admitted you didn’t know, to be honest. “I’ve never been to a strip club either, but I guess the fact that it’s women grinding on men that doesn’t get me all riled up. I mean, their jobs are to make people enjoy themselves for a moment. If anything, I now have dirt on Kook with his new nickname.”

You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and crossed your arms over your chest. “I don’t blame you for being flustered when Tess started sitting on you. I’ve never witnessed or experienced a lap dance yet, but it certainly seems to do things to people.”

You heard someone pushing the door to the club and saw it was Chris. His hair was disheveled and he looked flustered.

“Sorry Min, but can we call it a night? I’m feeling guiltier and guiltier being in there and I swear I’m going to be eaten alive,” he panted.

Minho moved away from the wall slightly and pretended to think it over. He cast a glance at you and teased, “I thought you wanted a lap dance from the redhead.”

Chris stared back in shock and you laughed, patting his shoulder. Minho smiled and confessed he was kidding.

“Let’s go – the drinks weren’t worth it and I’d rather eat right now,” Minho said. “Where’s Hobi and Kook?”

Chris jabbed his thumb at the club and explained that a few girls had finally paid them some attention.

“I’ll get them,” you volunteered, moving past Chris. “I’ll make one of them buy you dinner Min.”

Chris shook his head and clapped his hand on his shoulder, before looking over at Minho. “No, it’s on me tonight.”

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“A strip club?! Yah, why couldn’t you take me?” Han whined.

Minho rolled his eyes as he looked up from proofing the other’s essay. He clicked Save on the word document and remarked that Han wasn’t 21 yet.

Han pouted at the response and crossed his arms over his chest. “Were they beautiful?”

“Who?”

“The dancers!”

Minho crinkled his nose and shook his head. Maybe other people would call those women pretty, but he didn’t find the heavy eye makeup and false lashes sexy. Combined with the less than pleasant scents he smelled inside the club, bad music remixes, and overpriced drinks, he wouldn’t call his visit to a strip club fun.

“Ah I forgot it’s because you’ve been crushing on your college graduate friend forever,” Han teased. “You have any–YAH!”

Minho smirked as Han tried to dodge the cushion he threw at his head. He’s known you for years – hell, he remembers when you first defended him as children from bullies who mocked him for wanting to take up dance instead of a stereotypical jock sport. When you went overseas for your college studies and got a job, he began researching top dance and performance schools in your area. Sure his parents were shocked that he applied for grants and scholarships so far from home, but he insisted that they were the best options if he wanted to pursue dance.

When he got accepted to one of the most prestigious performing arts schools in your city, you were thrilled he was coming out here. You helped him with moving in and bought dinner to celebrate the occasion. It helped him acclimate to the new city and cultural behaviors, especially when you told him you were only a call or text away.

“You’re thinking,” Han interrupted his thoughts. “Have you told Y/N-noona?”

Minho shook his head and his roommate turned in his chair to face him. Han propped his elbow on the back of the chair, leaning back slightly.

“You know her better than I do,” Han began, “why not show her in a thoughtful way that you like her more than a friend? I don’t think she’s dating...actually yeah she isn’t.”

Minho frowned when he heard Han’s response and the latter explained that you were friends on social media.

“Well she doesn’t post much, but her relationship status still shows single,” he explained. “Plus the only guy she photographs is you.”

Minho closed his laptop and nibbled on his lower lip. He thought back to what you said about never experiencing a lap dance before, or witnessing anything like it in any setting.

“I’m guessing you’ve got an idea?” Han asked.

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“Hey Min, I brought your real present!” you called out. You showed up at the dance building at his school and had been instructed to go to one of the practice rooms. You didn’t think much of it, dismissing it as Minho practicing his moves again whenever he got a chance.

When you approached the room he texted you, you knocked on the door and Minho opened it.

“I won’t keep you if you’re busy with practice,” you promised him. You held out a small gift bag, containing gift certificates to some restaurants he wanted to visit, plus candies from his favorite candy shop.

Minho thanked you as he accepted the gift in one hand and gently took your hand in his free one, guiding you inside the practice room. He closed the door behind you and pointed out a chair for you to sit in. You didn’t realize that he locked the door behind you, as you were busy making your way to the chair he pointed out. He offered a hand to hang up your coat and scarf and you removed both.

“I get to watch the dance machine in action?” you asked as you made yourself comfortable.

Minho placed your coat and scarf on a hook by the music system and nodded. He turned the machine on and began to cycle through the songs on his phone, which he hooked up to the machine via an auxiliary cord. He found the song he was looking for and glanced over his shoulder at you.

“Something different, but I thought you might be interested to see it,” he said, trying to sound casual. He pressed Play and left his phone on top of the machine.

He closed his eyes as the soft strumming of the guitar came on over the speakers. He moved a few steps away from the machine before a male voice began singing the first lines of the song.

Sumgyeolmajeo neukkyeojil su isseul jeongdoro gakkaweojyeo malhaji anado I feel it bimilseureon gamjeong

He slowly ran a hand through his hair, then did a body roll, going into a slight spin. The vocals traded off with another male’s voice and the tempo picked up a bit. He trailed his hands down his torso, sinking his teeth into his lower lip as he fell to his knees. One hand rested on the floor as he tilted his hips up and did a light grinding motion upwards.

idaero nege nogadeureo hanaga dwaejweo It’s chemistry I just wanna dive into your heart Mo, mo, more and more

You watched from your seat, amazed at how well his moves matched the R&B sound of the song. While you knew what the lyrics meant, you didn’t realize that Minho’s dance routine was skewing towards a sexier style on purpose. Perhaps you reasoned that it might have been a class challenge, seeing as he was used to doing more powerful, somewhat aggressive hip hop routines with crisp movements and lots of energy.

Minho slowly pushed himself up from the floor and moved closer to where you were seated. A hand reached out and gripped the back of your chair.

Drunk on you D, D, Drunk on you nae gwitgaeman Drunk on you D, D, Drunk on you nege chwihaega You amaze me You, You, You amaze me Let me love you like geureoke neoneun naega doego nan nega doel su itge

You blinked and opened your mouth but nothing came out as Minho hovered over you. He straddled your chair as his hips swayed to the chorus before he was sitting on top of you.

“Min–” you started to say before he tilted his hips and grinded his pelvis against you.

“Noona, you should spread your legs,” he breathed.

“Whoa hold on, are they really having you do this for an assignment?!” you sputtered, shocked that this was happening.

Minho chuckled as he paused his dancing and shook his head no. His other hand gripped the back of your chair, caging you in.

“Was this a dare? Did Hobi put you up to this?” you demanded.

His eyes went wide and he shook his head violently. Color flooded his cheeks and he felt nervous. This was not the reaction he had been expecting and he was worried that he had gone too far.

“Um no, no,” he said. He swallowed the lump in his throat and forced himself to look you in the eye. “Remember...remember when Y/N-noona said she never had a lap dance?”

“Um yeah?”

Minho licked his lips nervously and dropped his hands to his sides. “I um, I wanted to try doing one for you. It’s not for an assignment – I...I really like you. I’ve liked you for years and you’ve always had my back.”

You brushed a strand of hair out of your eyes and struggled to process what Minho said. A lot of friends and family had teased you, saying you were going to be Mrs. Lee some day, seeing as you were the only girl that Minho wasn’t completely savage towards. You thought it was gossip and argued that Minho had a right to be picky, after all, he didn’t want to waste his time with someone who didn’t love him for the right reasons. In fact, you dismissed the idea, saying you were probably too old for him and likely would be seen as the older sister figure in his eyes.

“Min,” you started to reply. He had started to move off of you, but you rested a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, I think you should know I like you too, but–”

“You want someone else?”

“No! Minho, I thought you would have someone else in mind! For a long time, I thought that you viewed our friendship as a platonic, almost sibling-like one!” you explained. “I never regretted getting time out for a week because I punched two bullies for hurting you in school.”

Minho relaxed and let out the breath he had been holding in. He messed up his hair and you glanced over at the music system.

“You didn’t have to go to the trouble of learning a sexy dance by the way,” you told him. “Actually, we should probably get out of here before someone finds out what you were really using the practice room for. I don’t wanna get you banned for a semester.”

Minho groaned as he remembered where you were and moved off of you. He jogged over to the music system and unplugged his phone, before powering down the speakers and system. He put his phone away and reached for your coat and scarf.

“How about lunch?” you asked. “Maybe check your present to see what you got?”

Minho scrabbled to retrieve the gift bag and removed the tissue. He opened the card holders and excitedly flipped through them.

“All places we haven’t been to yet!” he whooped. “Ah and my favorite candies!” He replaced everything in the bag and squished you into a hug.

“Maybe we can continue after lunch?” he teased with a smirk.

“Min!” you yelped, lightly smacking his shoulder.

“Come on, you only got a taste – I haven’t shown you the whole thing!”

“Who do I blame?” you groaned.

He smirked behind your back, pulling back slightly to plant a soft kiss on your cheek.

“That’s my little secret.”

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“Drunk on You” – Jus2

#Stray Kids Lee Know #Lee Know #Lee Know Day #Lee Minho #Stray Kids Lee Know imagine #Stray Kids AU #Stray Kids imagine #Lee Know AU #tw: strip club #tw: drinking #tw: lap dance #18+#yourkeeperoftherunners original #number 2856

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bookwormbambi · 5 years

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History Final!

12/06/2018

Hello my friends! Today is a big day, it’s the first deadline of my final exams! (It sounds a lot more exciting than it really is tbh.)

For my history final, instead of an exam, we were given a project. Essentially we had to create a lecture on any topic of our choice (relevant to the course obvi) and compile it into a multimedia presentation (I think that if it weren’t an online course I would have to actually present the lecture to my class which would honestly be so much easier but it’s fine).

This final has had separate parts that have been turned in over the last two or three weeks, so I’ve actually been working on this for some time. The first step was to simply send my teacher my “essential question” (the topic I chose to tackle) and get his approval. The second part was a rough draft of my script, which he would give feedback on and send back for revision.

The third part, which is due today, is the full, final presentation, as well as sending back my finalized script, which is what I’m finishing right now. There is also a fourth part that is due at the end of exams week where I have to conduct a review of one of my classmate’s presentations, but I don’t know if I’m choosing who to review, or if he is going to assign someone to me. I should be finding this out tomorrow, but ideally I want to have the review done by the end of this weekend, and have the class officially completed by the start of exam week.

This has certainly been the most time-consuming final of all of my classes, but the one that I’m actually the least worried about. He had only a few notes on my script (however he said we would lose points if we didn’t make the revisions he suggested so I still have to do it) and sound/media editing is something I already have a lot of experience in, so I’m really not worried about it. Disclaimer: I semi-deliberately waited until the last day to put the presentation together, but I have several years of experience with editing media. If you have a multimedia project and you don’t have much experience with editing, I encourage you to start as early as possible! It’s really not something that should be done in a single day unless you really know what you’re doing.

I have another update about finals that will be going up tonight that might be a bit surprising, but hopefully you all will understand once it’s been explained!

#college #school #notes #exams #finals #dead week #organization #winter #study #studying #studyblr #studyspo #motivation

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hoyoungy · 6 years

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Tied | Seungcheol (2/2)

genre: angst, fluff | best friend!seungcheol x fem!reader summary: after a falling out due to the kiss, you and seungcheol don’t meet again until two years later. with you trying to date again, you were set up with his co-worker joshua, all thanks to seungcheol’s girlfriend. so what happens when you two go on a double date? word count: 6573 a/n: oh my god christ almighty i finished it good night except it’s 2pm... warnings include mentions of alcohol and cheating

part 1

The first week after you kissed Seungcheol, you avoided him at all cost. You might have texted him here and there, mostly about how your day was or to send each other weird memes you found, but other than that, you never met up with him in person. You were so ashamed about the kiss that you couldn’t face him just yet. To be honest, Seungcheol already saw that coming, so he reluctantly understood your uneasiness, and you knew he did, too, but there was something deep inside of you that hoped he would push that uneasiness and fight for your friendship.

The following weeks became a little easier. You gradually lengthened the texting conversations and even called him on the phone here and there. It felt like you were slowly, but finally getting your best friend back, bit by bit. Although talking to him was getting easier, seeing him in person was still something you couldn’t bring yourself to do. You had to lie about studying for midterms for about three weeks until you saw him face to face again.

So when you saw him for the first time in one month, you felt your heart beat out of your chest.

It was in the middle of a crosswalk at a busy intersection when it happened - quite cliche, if you said so yourself. There was a median that divided the opposite sides of the road and that’s where Seungcheol stopped you with his soulful and pleading eyes.

“It’s been a while, huh?” he teased. “You know, it’s really quiet at the apartment when you’re not nagging in my ear every other day.”

You knew Seungcheol was trying to pretend that he believed your lie about being so busy because of studying. You knew he was trying to pretend that the kiss never happened by trying to act like everything was normal. And you knew he was doing all of that because he knew that you couldn’t. He carried twice the burden because the second you saw him with his bright, toothy smile, you knew that things would never be the same between the two of you ever again.

At least not to you.

“Yeah, midterms are kicking my ass,” you laughed nervously, heart still beating uncharacteristically. You needed to get out of here, fast. “I have to go to the library now. But I’ll see you later?”

“Oh… Ok…”

As you began to walk past him, he grabs your hand and forced you to turn around.

“U-Uh, yeah?” you stuttered.

“Can we catch up after your exams? Dinner next week maybe?” he asked, although it sounded like you didn’t have a choice to decline.

“I don’t know, I have a lot of projects coming up and -”

“Please…?” He begged you with sincere sadness in his big, round eyes. They were always so full of emotion and today they longed for your company again. “I kind of miss you.”

And you missed him dearly, too.

“Ok,” you nodded. “I’ll text you.”

“No, call me.”

“If you insist,” you said, the smile he loved so much finally growing on your lips.

So you called him. And called, and called, and called, but he never answered. You know what he did instead? He texted you - the very thing he told you not to do. He texted you each time he rejected your call, saying to call back later or that he’d reschedule the dinner, but he never did. The first time he texted, you thought it was just bad timing, but the sixth time you figured he just wanted nothing to do with you.

You decided to stop trying. You knew that everything changed the second you stepped out of his car, but you couldn’t help but feel hopeful anyways, right? It was so naive of you... Idiotic, even. Seungcheol made you believe that your friendship wouldn’t change because of one fucking kiss, but of course it would! What friendship wouldn’t!?

Which was why you haven’t seen him for two years.

Two whole years have passed since you’ve not only not seen, but talked to your once-best friend. Two years spent trying to erase the last four years of your life down the drain by deleting all of your saved pictures and throwing away all of your treasured memories together. It took you so long to get over the thought that you were the one who ruined everything, but once you realized that this whole mess was a two-way street, you allowed yourself to forget those dark thoughts once and for all. Two years of heartache, confusion, and growth have made you into the woman you are today. In that seemingly-long time frame, you graduated with your bachelor’s, found your first big girl job that paid well, and you even adopted your first puppy!

And you know what? You were completely fine. You were fucking fantastic without him! Who needs a shitty best friend that ditches you after one accidental drunk kiss, anyways!? Not you, that’s for sure!

But you had to admit, those were the two loneliest years of your entire life.

Today was a warm, sunny afternoon when you were having one of your daily existential crisis thoughts and of course, today just had to be about Seungcheol. Now that your friendship with him was over, did this mean that you would actually truly be lonely forever? You’ve tried going on dates, tried the Tinder thing, and even just one night stands to let your sexual frustration out, but we all know that those things never last! What about that pact you made with him about getting married!? Oh, God, you really were going to be single for the rest of your life -

“_____?” A familiar voice called.

“Huh?”

You probably looked crazy wandering the streets with the dumbest look on your face while your head was in the clouds. When you came to your senses upon hearing your name, you saw your favorite couple standing right in front of you, hand-in-hand, looking like they were straight out of a young-adult coming-of-age drama.

You wanted to throw up.

“It is you! Wow, I thought I was just seeing things, but hah, I was right, Seungie! It’s been so long, _____ ~” Yunah cooed as she came up to hug you tightly.

You weren’t sure how to respond only because she was the second-to-last person on this planet you wanted to be hugging right now, so you ended up patting her back awkwardly, completely ignoring the equally-awkward man in front of you. He hadn’t moved from his spot since he laid eyes on you, still shocked to see you just aimlessly wandering the streets after two years. You tried to avoid looking at his forsaken expression by staring at the clouds.

After an uncomfortably long time of hugging in the middle of town, Yunah released you from her death grip and jumps back to her boyfriend’s side, kicking him forward.

“Hey,” was how Seungcheol breathlessly greeted you for the first time after two years. His face was pale as he looked at you, like he saw a ghost.

Not exactly an appropriate reaction, but did you expect any more?

“Hi.”

“I can’t believe it’s been that long since we’ve seen you.”

“Yeah, life’s crazy like that,” you said, trying to tone down your sarcasm, though you couldn’t help that it naturally slipped out when you looked at him. The longer you stood in front of him, you hated yourself more as every second that passed by. It became worse when Yunah wrapped her arms around his waist affectionately. The cringey scene in front of you helped you realize the twisting in your gut was your cue to leave. “Well, I gotta go -”

“Leaving so soon already?” Yunah pouted. “Don’t you have time to catch up with us?”

“Uh, no... Adulting is hard! Gotta get that paycheck, right? I’ll catch up with you guys later,” you lied.

“Wait, before you go! Are you seeing anyone right now?” Seungcheol nearly choked on his water when she asked you that, and you probably would have, too. The both of you looked at her with wide eyes, scared about where she was going with this. After all this time apart, you and Seungcheol still shared the same expressions.

“U-Uh, no…” you stated hesitantly. “Why…?”

“Seungie, wasn’t Joshua looking to date again? Wouldn’t it be cute if we set them up together!?”

“What!?” he exclaimed. “I-I mean, well, I don’t think -”

“So Seungie’s good friend at his job got out of a relationship a couple of months ago and he was devastated, it was so heartbreaking! But we saw him not too long ago and he mentioned that he might want to start dating again, and honestly, I think you two would be perfect! Don’t you think so?”

“Yunah, _____ just said she’s busy lately with her job. Maybe she doesn’t have time to date right now -”

“I’d love to meet him,” you interrupted. The couple turned their heads towards you surprised. Were you really ready to date? Your damaged heart said no. But there was no way in hell you were going to let Seungcheol dictate your dating life, let alone anything that involved you at all!

“Really!?” they asked you simultaneously.

“Why not? He sounds like a great guy. Besides, I’ve been looking to start dating. It’s been a lonely couple of years, after all,” you spat, causing Seungcheol to look away.

“That’s great! Wow, what perfect timing! How about we have a double date this weekend?” Yunah squealed.

“Sounds perfect. I can’t wait to meet him.”

“I’ll let him know tonight! Isn’t this exciting, Seungie!?”

“Yeah… Exciting…” he frowned.

“I can’t wait for you to meet him, _____. You’ll love him, I promise! We’ll get out of your hair for now ~ See you this weekend?”

“R-Right. This weekend, for dinner, yes.”

“Great!” Yunah hugged you one more time before dragging Seungcheol into some direction. He found it hard to look at you as he left with his girlfriend, not even entertaining you with a mere glance as he followed closely behind her.

You couldn’t wait to go on a date out of spite.

Oh, my God, you were going on a date out of spite.

Really, you were twenty-five years old now, five years away from your ideal age of marriage, and you were going on a date out of spite! With a man who could potentially be the one, you might add! You know, this was all Seungcheol’s fault. If he had just cleared the air and answered one of your fucking phone calls two years ago, maybe you wouldn’t be in this sad, pathetic mess of a date!

And you had to eat Yunah’s cooking while you were at it!? She was a terrible cook!

What did you agree to…?

As you stood outside of Seungcheol’s apartment, too afraid to knock, you thought that maybe you should just bail. This didn’t seem right at all - or fair, for that matter, especially to his coworker! But that would mean Seungcheol won, or something like that, and you were definitely not about to let that happen, so you begrudgingly knocked on his door.

“Just in time!” Yunah chimed when she opened the door for you, dressed a bit too excessively for such an inclusive date. Did she live here now that she was blessed with the duty of opening Seungcheol’s door? “Come in, Joshua’s already here.”

“Thanks.”

When you walked in, you saw your date talking to Seungcheol, and when he turned to smile at you, you thought your heart stopped beating. This man was probably the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen in your entire life! He was tall, incredibly handsome, and his smile was so kind, something you haven’t seen since Seungcheol left you. You really didn’t want to give Yunah any credit, but you had to admit, you were not disappointed.

Maybe tonight wouldn’t be so bad.

“Hi,” he greeted you, extending his hand. “Nice to finally meet you. Wow, you’re… a lot prettier than I imagined.”

“That’s a good thing, right?” you teased.

“Definitely. I’m usually too chicken to go on blind dates, but Yunah insisted. Needless to say, I’m glad I didn’t chicken out.”

“Me, too,” you smiled.

The four of you enjoyed a lovely candlelight dinner at Seungcheol’s new kitchen table, or at least you thought it was new. The feeling of it was different than you remembered. Yunah probably bought it for him, or something. A full three course meal was set in front of you all with a nice bottle of wine to match the meal. Yunah hastily grabbed Joshua so he could sit next to her, forcing you and Seungcheol to sit together. This made things incredibly awkward on your ends and you were afraid your nervousness would show before the appetizers started.

Was it too early to open the bottle of wine?

“This table’s, um, new…?” you questioned to heighten the awkwardness because that’s exactly what you needed right now.

“Actually, I got it a couple of months ago! Although, it has been a while since you’ve been here, hasn’t it?” Yunah said.

“Do you live here now?”

“No, but I’m slowly making my way in ~! I have a bunch of overnight stuff here already.”

“How do you three know each other exactly?” Joshua asked. You weren’t prepared for this question at least until the main course.

“Either of you want to explain?” Yunah urged. What was she, your mom now?

When you glanced at Seungcheol in hopes for him to answer, you weren’t surprised he did the same to you. You really wanted him to answer, that way you could get a sense of clarity of how he felt about you even just a little bit, but the truth might be too much for you to handle.

“We knew each other from college,” you answered quickly. “That’s all.”

“‘That’s all’? Ouch,” Seungcheol chuckled bitterly, causing you to roll your eyes. “We were really good friends -”

“Who haven’t seen each other in two years. But hey, what a way to catch up, right!?”

“Even finishing each other’s sentences? You two must be really close to be on the same wavelength like that,” Joshua mused.

“Yeah, that’s one way to put it,” you fake-grinned. “Where’s the wine opener?”

“I like the way you think,” Joshua teased.

“I thought you don’t drink?” Seungcheol asked.

“I don’t, but a glass or two once in a while doesn’t hurt.”

“Found it!” you cheered from the kitchen. Your skills in bottle-opening were scarily impressive. You rose your not-so-empty glass to Joshua only after you sat down. “Cheers to new beginnings?”

“To new beginnings,” Joshua cheered. “To new, exciting beginnings, with my pretty date.”

“Joshua, are you flirting with me ~?”

“Just a little.”

“See! I knew they would get along!” Yunah squealed.

“Yeah… good job,” Seungcheol muttered.

“No way, you were a church boy!?” you teased during dessert.

The rest of the night was mostly you and Joshua getting to know each other more and you and Seungcheol trying to avoid every question that involved the two of you. Joshua was a bit invasive about it at first, but you settled the questions once and for all when you lied and said you two were long time friends who just fell apart over the years.

But was it really the friendship that fell apart? Or was it just you? The one left in the dust.

“Yup. I was in the choir and everything ~” he giggled with you. Seemed like Joshua was quite the lightweight.

“Wow, so you must sing well, huh? Will you sing to me sometime?”

“I would love to. Maybe on our second date?” he asked hopefully. “With just the two of us?”

Wow, that was quick. You weren’t expecting to be asked out until after the golden three-day rule. But hey, this was a lot better - at least this way you know he’s just as interested in you than you are of him.

“Yeah, that’d be great!” You could feel Seungcheol’s shoulders tense up next to you.

“Really? Great!”

“Ok, it’s getting late,” he said, hearing enough of you and Joshua flirting for three hours. “I think it’s time to wrap things up.”

“Aw, we were just getting started,” Joshua whined. “Actually, do you mind if I crash here tonight? I don’t think I can drive,” he said, stumbling out of his chair.

“Oh, let’s get you to the couch,” you offered, wrapping your arms around his slim body. Even with your hands outside of his shirt, you could feel the toned outlines of his body. Yunah really picked a good one for you.

“What about you?” Seungcheol asked, acting like he cared. “Do you want to stay the night, too?”

“No.”

“Are you sure, it’s really no problem -”

“I’m sure. I have a few things to take care of,” you lied.

“Oh, ok…”

“I’ll prepare the couch for Joshua. Can you take _____ down?” Yunah asked.

“I still remember how to get to the lobby -”

“Nonsense, it’ll give you two some time to catch up!” She said as she tossed a comforter on top of a very sleepy Joshua.

You didn’t agree nor decline the offer because you were just too tired to do so. There was no use arguing with Yunah anyways, as she always gets her way regardless. You said your goodbye to the most fulfilling date you’ve had in a long time. Walking over to his lying form, you gently tucked the loose strands of hair on his face to reveal more of his sweet, smiling face. He turned to face you more and his smile only got bigger. He was so cute as a smiley drunk.

“Aren’t you cute?” you teased.

“Not as cute as you. I’m sorry I sort of ruined it at the end - my tolerance isn’t as high as yours.”

“If you ruined it, I wouldn’t have agreed to a second date, would I?”

“I suppose you wouldn’t have.”

“I had a wonderful time tonight. I’m glad I agreed to this blind date.”

“Me, too.”

You left a gentle kiss on his forehead and slipped your phone number into one of his trouser pockets as your last goodbye for the night. “Here’s my number. Call me, ok? Good night, Joshua.”

“I will. Good night, _____.”

You gave a quick hug to Yunah as a farewell and a thank you for setting you up before you headed out the door, barely giving Seungcheol any time to follow closely behind you. The walk to the elevator was a silent one, and the wait was torturous as he stood closely beside you. You weren’t sure why, but you felt the hallway walls enclose around you at an increasing rate the longer you two waited for the elevator and it made you sweat. Was it getting hot in here?

Of course, Seungcheol had to live on the seventeenth floor of the highrise, which doesn’t sound as high up as you’d think, but it was still higher up than the single-digit apartment floors, which meant more time spent together. The two of you stood on opposite sides of the elevator, avoiding each other’s eye contact, waiting for the other person to say something. But there was no way you were going to cave in first.

“Can I ask you something?” He asked you with urgency, though he already moved forward with the subject before you could decline. “Were you just faking it the whole night?”

“Faking what?”

“You know, actually being interested in Joshua? Because if you were, you’d be a pretty shitty person.”

“Ok, first of all, you are the last person who should be calling out how shitty of a person I am,” Seungcheol looked down shamefully at your retort. “And second, why would I be faking it?”

“I don’t know, to get my attention?”

“As usual, the world has to revolve around Choi Seungcheol!” you scoffed.

“That’s not what I meant. Besides, he’s not even your type.”

“What would you know about my type? In fact, please enlighten me on what my type is!”

“I know because you’re a very picky person. That much about you hasn’t changed.”

“And how do you know that? Two years is a long time for me to grow up and change my preferences.”

“Fine, so say you weren’t faking it and are actually interested in Joshua. Are you seriously going to go out on a second date with him because you want to?”

“Why does it matter, Seungcheol!?”

“Because…! He’s a good person. He doesn’t deserve to be taken out on a date out of spite.”

“Unbelievable,” you scoffed again. “You care more about your coworker than you do about your friends.”

“_____-”

“No, don’t talk to me -!”

You were interrupted when the elevator stopped suddenly on the sixth floor, causing the both of you to fall. After a couple of seconds of recollecting yourselves, you both realized that the elevator wasn’t going to move anytime soon.

You were stuck in an elevator with Seungcheol for God knows how long.

“Are you kidding me!?” you cursed before pressing the emergency call button. “Hello!?”

“Hello, what is your emergency?” the receiver asked.

“The elevator’s stuck!”

“Ok, hold still. We’ll be with you in just a moment.”

“‘Hold still’, well where the fuck are we supposed to go!?” you muttered bitterly after they hung up. You were so fired up from your argument that you failed to notice Seungcheol’s little smirk he used to get every time you were angry and swore at someone.

After thirty minutes of waiting in silence and counting all of the stars in the sky, they told you it would take a couple of hours until you were free. It was already one in the morning.

“Hey, _____ and I got stuck in the elevator, so don’t wait up for me. Yeah, we’re ok. I’ll call if anything happens. Ok, I love you, too,” Seungcheol told Yunah over the phone. You gagged at the last sentence to mask the feeling of your heart caving in.

“Great,” you sighed in defeat. “Oh, my God, I bet my puppy pooped everywhere…!”

“A puppy? You have a puppy now?”

“What do you mean ‘now’, I’ve had a puppy for over a year - wait, nevermind,” you paused, realizing that of course he couldn’t have known about your puppy.

“Do you have any pictures?”

“... Yeah…” You really didn’t want to show your baby off to someone who cared more about his coworkers than you, but she was just too cute! You were like a proud mom. So you scooted yourself closer to Seungcheol and swiped through the hundreds of pictures you had of her.

“She’s so cute,” he said, grinning at each picture. You tried to focus on the pictures rather than how handsome his face had gotten, but your eyes liked to betray you and wandered frequently.

“You take her to that park we always used to go to?” he asked, pointing to a particular picture.

“Yeah, she likes to pee by the big fountain.”

“The one with the benches where we would sit and people-watch?”

“For like, three hours at a time with $20 worth of street food? The very same.”

“I haven’t been to that fountain in so long…”

“If I don’t walk her by there everyday, she throws a hissy fit.”

It was ironic that sentences like these really put into perspective where you both were at with your lives and with each other. Seungcheol hadn’t been to the fountain since the last time you were with him and you pass by it everyday. It was like how he so easily moved on without you, experiencing new and exciting things with different people, while you were left to live through the past with nearly no one beside you.

All because of one kiss.

“I’ve missed you,” Seungcheol admitted after half an hour of silence.

When you turned to look at him, he had the soft and tired smile on his face he always had when he was feeling nostalgic. You weren’t sure if what he said was genuine or if he said it for the sake of your emotional stability, but either way, you didn’t want to hear it.

Your heart couldn’t take it.

“You don’t have to lie,” you said, turning away.

“_____…”

“Things are different now, Seungcheol. You can’t just say things like that like it’s going to fix everything.”

“I know.”

“No, you don’t! You used to always do this, you know!?” you cried out. “Before all of this, whenever I was mad at you, you’d always say some sweet bullshit that would make me forget why I was mad at you in the first place, and I won’t let you do it this time.”

“I’m not trying to! It’s just… It’s been two years since I’ve seen you, and I’ve missed you.”

“It didn’t seem like it when I saw you for the first time a couple of days ago.”

“I was just very shocked.”

“Even so, you shouldn’t be missing me in the first place.”

“Why not?”

“Because that’s not how it works with best friends! You should be missing me when I go on vacation for a couple of weeks, or when you see something that reminded you of me, or even as simple as when you’re feeling lonely because you haven’t seen me in a couple of days, not for two fucking years, Seungcheol! You can’t say that you miss me when you’re the one who cut me off! That’s just not fair!”

He watched you with kind and apologetic eyes as you ranted on about how unfair he was. It was very late and he knew you were very tired by the way you talked. You always sounded so whiny and your eyes would tear up when it was this late. He knew he was wrong - when he pushed you away, when he said said he missed you, and even all the way back to when he kissed you - he was in the wrong no matter what angle you both looked at it, but that didn’t make him miss you any less with each passing day.

“I called you so many times because you were the one who told me to call, but you never answered. Why couldn’t you just call me back?” you finally asked.

It was another long moment of silence before he collected all of his thoughts and explained to you. “When I saw you for the first time after a month in the middle of the street, all I wanted to do was run up to you, wrap my arms around your waist, and twirl you in the air as I hugged you. And then I’d gently put you back on the ground and I’d kiss you again. I didn’t think about the cars around us, or the people around us, or even Yunah. I fell for you, _____...”

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “You what...?”

“If I’m being honest, I’m surprised that I held myself back the way that I did. After I asked you to catch up over dinner, I realized that I wasn’t being fair - to you, myself, and especially to Yunah. How could I be having these feelings about you, my best friend, when I have Yunah?”

“Seungcheol, it was just one kiss -”

“No, it wasn’t, and you know it!” he told you sternly. At this point, you felt the tears fall, but you figured they did a while ago. Seungcheol’s face was just as stern as his voice, letting you know that his words weren’t just sugar-coated. “The look on your face when I saw you in the street… You were thinking the same thing I was. You know it wasn’t just a kiss, and I know that you know.” Then he chuckled softly. “I know everything about you.”

“How long have you had those feelings?”

“I think I always have. All four years,” he admitted. “What about you?”

“Hello? Are you two still ok?” the intercom interrupted.

“Yeah,” Seungcheol answered, not taking his eyes off of you.

“Maintenance came early. We’re taking you to the first floor.”

“Thank you.”

Seungcheol was the first to rise to his feet, leaving you shocked and frozen to stone on the floor. You didn’t hesitate to take his hand when he offered it to help you up. His hand was warm and soft with a touch that sent shivers down your spine.

And then it was all over. All the bickering, the nostalgia, the warmth of your heart - like all good things, it came to an end. You arrived at the lobby and Seungcheol led you to the door, still holding your hand.

“Do you want me to drive you home?” he whispered.

Yes. “No, I’ll be ok.”

“You sure?”

No. “Yeah, I’m sure. Thanks for tonight. Take care of Joshua for me, ok?”

“_____ -”

“I’ll see you soon.”

And so you left, with Seungcheol staring at you until you disappeared, leaving him feeling guilty and with words left unsaid. You spent the entire walk home crying with a smile on your face.

You spent the entire week with your head in the clouds daydreaming about Seungcheol. It was so bad that it was interfering with your work! You daydreamed about the way his hand felt wrapped around yours, about the way he bit his lip every time he smiled, and about his confession to you in the elevator.

The word ‘confession’ just sounded so wrong… but what would you even call that moment that night!? And what would you call whatever this feeling was!? Sure, you’ve been talking to Joshua the whole week, but he didn’t spark your heart the way your once best friend did.

You haven’t talked to him at all since that night. You tried texting him, but the words you wrote couldn’t convey your feelings properly. Instead, you needed to see him.

So that’s how you ended up standing outside his door at nine in the morning on a Saturday.

You haven’t slept since last night and maybe you were just being a bit hysterical or maybe it was the sleep deprivation that guided you here, but there was no turning back now. You needed to tell Seungcheol how you felt.

You loved him. You always had - as a friend, as a best friend, and something more, and you needed to let him know.

You knocked on his door at the same pace as your heart and a shirtless Seungcheol opened the door. Damn, he looked good...

“_____?”

“Hey,” you finally breathed out. “Is this a bad time…?”

“Uh… No, it’s fine, I can talk for a couple of minutes.”

“That’s the thing, I think it’s going to take a lot more than couple of minutes -”

“Seungie? Who’s at the door?”

Yunah came out of Seungcheol’s room wearing the t-shirt he clearly wasn’t wearing and nothing else but her panties. You peaked inside of his apartment to see her clothes, shoes, and bra spread out across the living room and made a trail to his bedroom, indicating a wild night for the both of them.

Your heart dropped, your face dropped, you might as well have fell through all seventeen floors. You felt so fucking stupid. Here you were in front of his apartment ready to spill your heart out, completely forgetting that his was already taken.

“Is that you, _____? Whoops, let me put some clothes on -”

“No need, I’ll just leave.”

“Didn’t you need to tell me something?” Seungcheol asked.

“I forgot... I’ll call you when I remember,” you muttered. “Sorry I interrupted your fun.”

“_____, wait -”

“I’ll see you later.”

“_____!”

You sprinted to the elevator and didn’t look back. This was what you deserved for falling in love with your best friend. Your emotions were all mixed in the pit of your stomach. You felt angry that you believed his confession, foolish for thinking that he still felt that way after two years, and hurt that you were yet again left behind in the dust.

But there were no tears this time. You were all cried out.

An entire week was spent trying to wash away the naked images of Seungcheol and Yunah by taking one hour showers. An entire month was spent using Joshua as a distraction to cloud your thoughts. It was invigorating playing the same game he was playing. At first, you felt like a shitty person for using him like a drug to forget your past, but as you laid next to each other, naked and staring at the ceiling, he merely shrugged after you told him that you couldn’t see anything advancing emotionally between the two of you.

“Yeah, I kind of knew that already.”

“What, how?”

“The first time you call me was a month after our date? I’m not stupid,” he chuckled, nudging you playfully.

“That’s true… I’m sorry for dragging you into my mess.”

“Don’t be, I’m more than happy to oblige ~ Besides, I don’t think we would have worked out, anyways.”

“A bit quick to judge, don’t you think?”

“It was kind of easy to gauge it, actually.”

“Really? Why’s that?”

“One person - Seungcheol.”

You didn’t say anything as Joshua continued to keep you company.

“You know, I knew about you before our double date.”

“That’s not weird at all,” you snorted.

“Do you know why?”

“Lots of social media stalking?”

“Seungcheol talked about you at work so often that I felt like I knew you for four years, too.”

“Why so often? We weren’t even talking when he started working with you.”

“I don’t think you understand how much he cares about you.”

No, you clearly don’t by the way he confessed to you one evening and goes back to fuck his girlfriend the next. The only thing you understood about Seungcheol was that he was like every other boy and you wanted nothing to do with him.

“What happened between the two of you, anyways?”

“We sort of kissed…”

“Yikes…”

“Like, two years ago, though!”

“But it ruined everything, huh?”

“Naturally.”

“Do you love him?”

You didn’t answer, though you didn’t need to.

“I’m going to head out for tonight. You need some sleep. Call me later?” Joshua said as he changed back into his clothes.

“You can stay over if you want.”

“I’ll be fine, thanks though. But promise me something?”

“Hm?”

“You need to tell him.”

“Joshua -”

“I’m not taking no for an answer,” he winked. He placed a soft kiss on your forehead, just like how you did to him the first night. “Good night, _____. Don’t forget to call me when you need me ~”

You ended up sleeping for two hours that night thinking about your favorite person in the world. No matter how you looked at the situation, whether you told Seungcheol about your feelings or not, you’d be fucked either way. But Joshua was right, as much as you hated to admit it. Once you told him, you would be set free.

Your sleep would have been longer if someone didn’t aggressively ring your doorbell at seven in the morning. This felt like deja vu, especially when you opened the door to reveal an equally-exhausted Seungcheol. His hair was messy, eye bags as purple as yours, and if he didn’t look so lonely, you’d think he just woke up from another session with Yunah.

“What were you going to tell me when you showed up at my door?” he demanded as soon as you opened the door.

“Hello to you, too,” you mumbled.

“_____, please.”

“Why does it matter?”

“Because I need to know.”

“Why, so you can cut me off again, but for good?” you sighed. “Seungcheol, I know you’re not stupid.”

“What does that mean?”

“You know why I showed up at your door. You know what I was going to tell you, and I didn’t need to wait to get my answer. God, you made me feel so fucking stupid, you know!”

“_____ -”

“You tell me you love me in the elevator that fateful night but then you go and sleep with your girlfriend like you don’t have a conscience! And you know what, you were right - this is not fucking fair to neither me nor Yunah! She’s an amazing girl, Cheolie, you need to be with her, cuddled up in bed, not here in front of my door making us look both pathetic.”

When you made eye contact with him after your heartfelt rant, you saw him trying to hide his grin.

“Why are you smiling!?”

“You called me Cheolie.”

“Seungcheol -”

“_____, I love you.”

You only shook your head, not wanting to believe your ears. “You can’t say that!”

“Yunah already knows.”

“She what!?” You realized that Seungcheol was still standing outside of your apartment when passers-by began to watch the two of you bicker. You pulled him in roughly and slammed the door. “Seungcheol, what did you do!?”

“We broke up.”

“Why!? More importantly, how!?”

“A couple of days after the elevator incident, I came home to her one night and she told me she loves me, and do you know what I said? I said, ‘I love you, too, _____’,” he smiled sheepishly. “And you want to know something crazier? She said she’s always known - longer than we have.”

“Oh, my God, you did not say that…” you groaned, covering your face with your hands. “How can you just throw away two and a half years like that!?”

“Two and a half years doesn’t compare to the lifetime I get with you, right?” he teased, tugging your hands away from your face and wrapping them around his waist.

“Lifetime? Why a lifetime?”

“‘Cuz we’re getting married in five years, remember? How could you forget your proposal to me?”

“I didn’t think you’d remember.”

“Of course I remember,” he said, squeezing you tighter. “I miss hugging you like this.”

“Me, too,” you muttered into his chest. “Where do we go from here…?”

“How about we move in together?”

“What the hell, Seungcheol, aren’t you jumping the gun a bit too fast!?”

“You asked me to marry you in college so I think I’m going a lot slower than you are.”

“You just got out of a relationship, you don’t want to take it just a bit more slowly…?” you asked, because truth be told, you thought it was just his vulnerability doing the talking.

“I love you, _____,” he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours. “I’m afraid to be away from you any longer. Let’s just do it.”

In any other normal situation or normal relationship, you would have said no immediately. But you and Seungcheol weren’t normal, were you? Your heart beated for him so loudly that you knew he heard it, too, and that’s where the two of you stood with each other. So you nodded your head.

“Ok. I’ll move in with you.”

“I knew you would say yes ~” he chimed.

“Of course you did,” you smiled for the first time in forever. “I love you, Seungcheol.”

“I love you, too.”

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