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"Frat Boy Energy"
Intak x GN! reader
Warnings: Established relationship au, swearing, Intak being whiny, Fluff fluffy fluff, that's it
Word count: 713
Author's note: Quick little Intak drabble bc I just got into P1Harmony and wOW am I in love. Don't know how often I'll write little stories like this, but let me know if I should continue please!
*GIF not mine, thanks Google*
“What’s a frat boy?”
“What?” You look at your boyfriend, bewildered, wondering where the hell he heard that phrase from.
Intak plops in between you and Keeho on the couch with a huff, crossing his arms across his chest, “The other host on MNet told me I have ‘frat boy energy.’”
Keeho lets out the loudest cackle you’ve ever heard while you’re frozen, stifling a laugh, not sure how to proceed.
Intak looks confused and frustrated while Keeho stands up, still laughing. He pats your shoulder, “Good luck explaining that one.”
“Stephan Yoon don’t you dare-“ your protest is interrupted by Keeho all but sprinting to the door, laughter echoing down the hallway.
You sigh, facing Intak with a very forced smile, giving him a quick peck on the cheek, “Hi babe, how was hosting today?” Intak keeps his gaze on you, while you try to avoid this conversation.
“Y/n, what is it and why are you so against telling me,” he whines, throwing his limbs around in a mock tantrum. You bite your lip, realizing that yes, you have a child as a boyfriend, and yes, you have to explain this to him.
You shift uncomfortably, “Well, a frat is kind of like an exclusive club with business connections for college boys in the states.”
Intak blinks, “And how is that relevant to me and why does it have an ‘energy’?”
Yes, he used air quotes.
Cringing at how to word this, you run your hand through your hair and clear your throat, “Well… the frat boys are kind of notorious for dressing very similarly, throwing parties and treating women with minimal respect…” You say the last part as quietly as you can, hoping he doesn’t ask anymore.
Intak is quiet for a second, his eyes trained on you but you can tell the cogs are turning in his head as he processes your words. After a minute or so, he finally speaks, “So what you’re telling me is I was basically called the American version of a fuckboy…”
Instead of answering him, you turn your attention back to your phone, prompting him to groan loudly, “Oh my god I was!”
You can’t help but laugh now at how distraught he seems by this and try to help, “Okay, to be fair, frat boy energy doesn’t necessarily mean you are one! It’s more like, the vibe you give off paired with how you dress? I don’t know, it’s hard to explain when you don’t actually know, it’s not equivalent to fuckboy vibes but like… adjacent?”
“How is that any better?” He throws his hands up in the air in frustration, “I’m not a fuckboy right? You don’t think I’m a fuckboy, right?”
“No, Intak, I don’t think you’re a fuckboy.”
“But do I give off frat boy energy?”
When you don’t respond immediately he shouts a quick “aish” and stands up from the couch, but you’re quick to catch his hand and pull him back down next to you, “Okay okay, I think I can explain it better.”
His grumpy look urges you to continue, “It’s like, you’re easy to talk to, you know? Like you can make friends with people really quickly and you’re always positive, and can adapt to really any type of situation with ease. It’s not necessarily a bad vibe at all! Just means you’re super friendly, and maybe a little flirty sometimes, but overall just friendly and goofy.”
He slowly nods, seeming to understand, “Okay, so I’m just… friendly?”
“And sometimes flirty.”
“And sometimes flirty,” he continues to nod, processing, “but not a fuckboy?”
“Not a fuckboy.”
“Okay…” he perks up a bit more, “Okay! I’m okay with that!”
You laugh and pat his arm, “Okay good, so you’re not upset anymore?”
He shakes his head, wrapping his arms around you and giving you a very wet kiss on the cheek much to your dismay.
You fake disgust and wipe your cheek, cringing at the wet feeling and your boyfriend just laughs at you, squeezing you tighter.
From the hall, you hear the unmistakable sass of Keeho’s voice, “You do give off frat boy vibes though!”
“Yah!” And Intak is gone sooner than he came, leaving you laughing on the couch at your idiot (frat) boys.
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love u lately #3 (m) | myg/knj/pjm
teaser: love u lately #3 (m)
chapter title: #3 - pears
pairing: yoongi x f. reader, namjoon x f. reader, jimin x f. reader (yoonminjoon x f. reader)
rating/genre: m (18+) ; smut ; college/university au , pseudo frat! bts; best friends! yoonminjoon to lovers;
summary: you continue your entanglement with yoongi despite jimin's suspicions of him. however, when you end up being in a group project with jimin and having a heart-to-heart moment with Namjoon, you realize there may be more to what your heart may want.
warnings: suspicious jimin, brief but word heavy study session bc this is a college au, pining, verbal argument which includes yelling, awkward tension, break up?, jealousy, namjoon and jimin making you have mixed feelings?, a little bit of angst!!
notes: s/o to @daegudrama for editing as always for editing!
word count: 7.3k
drop date: october 9th, 2023, 4:30pm pst
cross posted on ao3 here
← #2 | Series Masterlist | #4 →
October 10 - Wednesday
Two days have passed since the secret arrangement between you and Yoongi was set in motion.
The atmosphere is charged with unspoken tension, Yoongi's touch lingering a second longer than usual, his neediness veiled under the guise of casual affection.
This subtle transformation extends beyond the private moments you two shared days ago; it starts to seep into your daily life at the house.
Yesterday evening, as you helped Jin prepare taco Tuesday for the group, you felt Yoongi's presence behind you. His fingers brushed against yours as you reached for the spices in the cabinet, sending a jolt of awareness through you. It was as if he couldn't resist being near you, even in the midst of mundane tasks.
"Need any help with dinner?" he murmurs, his warm breath grazing your ear as he leans in closer. His voice holds a hint of playfulness, but his eyes bore a depth of longing.
You smile, turning to face him, your eyes meeting his dark, intense gaze. "I've got it, but thanks Yoongs." You keep your tone light, aware of the prying eyes of the other housemates.
After dinner, you, Jimin, and Taehyung gather in the living room, opting to binge-watch "The End of the F***ing World." Yoongi's behavior continues to be noticeably different. He suddenly takes a seat next to you on the couch to join the watch party too. His arm casually drapes over the backrest, unconsciously brushing against your shoulders. It's a small gesture, but it sends a shiver down your spine.
Jimin, who sits on the adjacent couch, can't help but notice the subtle touches and glances exchanged between you and Yoongi. His normally cheerful demeanor is marred by a hint of jealousy that he struggles to conceal. He has known you both for years, and this newfound and sudden closeness raises questions he can't ignore.
His suspicions and worries only worsen this morning when he overhears Taehyung talking with Hoseok about how Yoongi has been acting differently since they got home on Saturday. Initially he thinks he's overthinking. If everyone else is starting to notice these patterns too, he must indeed not be overthinking/making things up.
"Hey, Hoseok hyung, have you noticed that Yoongi's been acting weird lately?" Taehyung's voice carries a tone of concern as he leans against the doorframe of Hoseok's room.
Hoseok looks up from his phone, eyebrow raised.
"Weird how?"
The fluffy haired boy fidgets, his fingers tracing patterns on the doorframe.
"I don't know, he’s been out of his room more often these last few days…and he’s been less grouchy…” Taehyung pauses before he exclaims his next observation. “He’s also been receiving my hugs without struggling out of my arms!"
Hoseok giggles, gaze softening as he puts his phone down. "I don’t know, Tae. Some of that sounds like usual Yoongi behavior. Maybe something good happened to him lately? I know he’s been working on dropping a SoundCloud mixtape."
"Yeah, but it's been going on for a few days now. There’s the breakfast feast we all walked into on Saturday? Who was that food for when we were all gone except–" Taehyung pauses his words, eyes boring into the older man’s, waiting for him to catch on.
Hoseok's lips quirk into a knowing smile. "Ah, I see what you're getting at. You think Yoongi’s dating someone?"
Taehyung shrugs, a mix of curiosity and concern in his expression. "I think he’s dating HER.” He emphasizes, eyes widening so Hoseok catches the additional hint. “I know him and Honey have been best friends since they were kids...but it would make sense. She’s beautiful.” He scans the area discreetly, trying to make sure no one else is hearing this conversation being spoken. “I thought Jimin liked her too, but he’s always with different people. Irene is the longest relationship he’s had."
Hoseok chuckles, memories of the past resurfacing. "True, true. But we shouldn't jump to conclusions. Let's give Yoongi the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he’s been in a better mood because of his music."
“Funny how Yoongi hyung’s doing better than Namjoon hyung…what even happened while we were gone on Friday.” Taehyung muses, his tone laced with intrigue.
Jimin, who had overheard their conversation while hiding behind the hallway wall, decides to walk toward them and chime in. "I heard you calling me?" he says, a curious lilt in his voice as he steps out.
Hoseok and Taehyung's eyes widen in fear, caught off guard by Jimin's unexpected presence. The room seems to hang in tense silence for a moment as they exchange uneasy glances, their words now exposed to a prying third party who is more than interested in their observations.
Hoseok exchanges a quick, apprehensive glance with Taehyung. The realization that Jimin had overheard their conversation is undeniable, and there is no way to backtrack now.
Jimin, with a faint hint of suspicion in his eyes, takes a step closer. "What were you two talking about?" he asks, his tone carefully neutral.
Taehyung's usually jovial demeanor falters for a moment, but he quickly regains his composure. "Just some house stuff, you know, the usual," he replies with a forced smile.
Hoseok nods in agreement, though his eyes dart nervously between Jimin and Taehyung. "Yeah, nothing important," he adds, his tone shaky.
Jimin, however, is not easily convinced. His instincts tell him there is more to the conversation than they are letting on. "It didn't sound like 'house stuff' to me," he says, a note of determination in his voice.
Taehyung and Hoseok exchange another anxious look. They know they can't keep the truth from Jimin forever, especially with the mounting evidence of Yoongi's unusual behavior.
Finally, Taehyung sighs, relenting as he knows he can't lie to his closest bud in the house. "Okay, Jimin, you got us. We were just talking about how Yoongi's been acting differently lately. I believe he might be dating someone."
Jimin's brows furrow, a mixture of surprise and unease crossing his features. "Dating someone? Yoongi?" he muses aloud, his mind racing to process this confirming his earlier suspicions. It isn't the conclusion he wanted to reach, but it certainly explains the changes he has observed since Saturday. Though from what he heard before he made his existence to the two men known, he doubts that you would be the one dating Yoongi. There’s just no way he’d do that.
Taehyung nods, offering a reassuring smile. "Yeah, but we're not sure. It's just a hunch!"
Hoseok chimes in, "We didn't want to jump to conclusions without more evidence."
Jimin's gaze remains fixed on the two of them, his thoughts whirling. He had suspected something was going on between you and Yoongi with the way he's been behaving around you. A mix of emotions swirl within him, including his growing jealousy he is struggling to suppress.
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On this particular Wednesday, you find yourself in your marketing class alongside Hwasa, Seokjin, and Jimin. The four of you sit clustered together, engaged in a conversation about the marketing team term project that Professor Sui has announced. It consists of a comprehensive 10-page paper and a short yet cohesive presentation that summarizes the main points of the paper.
As you are about to chime in with your idea for the project, Matthew Kim slides into the empty seat at your table, flashing a charismatic smile that has earned him his reputation as a campus party enthusiast. His sudden presence is met with a mixture of surprise and curiosity from your group.
"Hey y’all!" he greets cheerily, leaning back in his chair. "Mind if I hop on this team?"
Seokjin exchanges glances with the rest of the team, gauging their reactions. Hwasa offers a friendly nod, while Jimin seems intrigued but cautious. You, on the other hand, welcome the idea with a genuine smile. "Of course, Matthew! We'd be glad to have you. We're just discussing potential topics for our marketing project."
Matthew's eyes light up with enthusiasm. "Sounds gucci! So, what's the company we're tackling?" He looks over your laptop screens to see what notes you have gathered so far.
You lean forward, confident in your choice. "Well, first I thought about how In-N-Out obviously has a dedicated fan base that swears by their menu items. Also, their menu is pretty simple, focused on fresh ingredients, and the whole 'secret menu' thing creates a sense of exclusivity. Plus, they don't invest heavily in traditional advertising, relying more on word-of-mouth and their loyal customer base. That's pretty uncommon in the fast-food industry."
Suddenly, Jimin chimes in, his peppy voice brimming. "And! Let's not forget their limited presence. They're mostly on the West Coast, which makes their expansion strategy intriguing. We could explore how they maintain such a strong brand in a relatively small area?"
Silence hangs in the air for a few heartbeats, each second stretching into an eternity. Doubt creeps in, and you wonder if pitching In-N-Out is a terrible idea after all. It's undeniably unconventional, and for a moment, you question whether opting for a well-known giant like Disney or McDonald's might have been the safer route. Just as you're on the verge of retracting your proposal, Seokjin, with a glint of excitement in his eyes, lets out a hearty chuckle. "Well, well, I’ve never seen the two of you so eager for a project. In-N-Out it is!"
Your eyes widen in pleasant surprise. You hadn't expected your sunbae to embrace the project topic so readily. A collective laugh ripples through the group, your cheeks flushing with a mix of relief and embarrassment. You turn to look at Jimin, finding warmth and fondness in his gaze.
In moments like these, you remember that Jimin is the one who often champions your spontaneous ideas, acting as the magnet that draws everyone else into your orbit. Like when you both proposed the wild race to lose your virginity before the end of high school, successfully roping Namjoon and Yoongi into your shenanigans. Ironically, it was also like that time you wanted In-N-Out after receiving your disastrous Calculus midterm grade last Spring semester. Jimin had begged Jin to borrow his sleek black Audi RS to take you for a vanilla milkshake and animal-style fries, to which he surprisingly agreed. It ended up with Jungkook, Taehyung, and Jimin cheering you up with your comfort food at 12am. These memories weigh on your conscience, especially now that you have chosen to have a secretive situationship with Yoongi, hiding it from everyone, especially Jimin.
You're brought back to the surface from your dulling thoughts when you hear Hwasa calling out to you to ask when you’ll be free tonight to work on researching information with the team.
"Oh, I don't have any evening classes, so I'm free when–" You pause, a realization dawning as you remember your work-study responsibilities to cover your tuition. "Wait, I was supposed to work in the library this evening, but I'll ask if Soyoon could cover for me." You pull out your phone and click on her contact to text her your request. Soyoon is another friend in your small female friend group that you met through this work-study program. She is typically handling morning shifts on Thursdays, so swapping shifts tonight seems feasible, unless she has plans.
Hwasa nods, her enthusiasm undiminished. "Sure, babes. I'll schedule one of the study rooms in the business building so we can meet up later. Does 7:30 sound good, boys?"
Matthew, Seokjin, and Jimin nod in agreement, ready to commit to the plan. Not long after, Soyoon replies to you with ‘no worries, i got you!’ text with a blushing smile emoji next to it. I guess that settles the group project plans for night, you think to yourself.
As you look around at your friends, you can't shake the feeling of guilt for keeping your situationship with Yoongi hidden. The complexities of your relationships within the group are becoming increasingly tangled, and you wonder how much longer you can keep your secret concealed.
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The night settles in, casting a soft, dim glow over the campus as you arrive at the business school building just a tad earlier than the agreed-upon time. The hallway outside is mostly deserted, however, there are still some students in night classes and some sitting around and studying along the lit corridor. With a bag of snacks in one hand and your determination in the other, you quietly approach the designated study room Hwasa reserved.
As you push open the door at 7:15, the room is bathed in the muted, warm light of a single desk lamp, and you are surprised to find Jimin already here. He meticulously arranges a selection of drinks on the table, their labels glistening as they catch the light. His eyes light up as you enter, a warm smile spreading across his face.
"Hey," he greets, his voice angelic and inviting. "I thought I'd get here early to help set up. Hope you don't mind."
You return his smile, a sense of gratitude welling up within you. You're not too surprised he also showed up with snacks. "Not at all, Jimin. Thanks for coming early. I brought some snacks too."
Jimin's gaze drifts to the snacks you have placed on the table, and he chuckles. "Great minds do think alike, huh?" he remarks, his eyes crinkling with amusement.
You take a seat next to Jimin, the atmosphere in the room cozy and welcoming. The study room has a serene ambiance, the faint hum of the air conditioning creating a soothing background noise.
"It seems that way," you reply, your heart warmed by the camaraderie between you two.
He gestures to the drinks he has laid out. "I grabbed a few drinks for us. Yerba Mate, water, and some green tea. I remember you like the Bluephoria Yerba Mate." He grabs the can and hands it out to you.
You can't help but be touched by his thoughtfulness. "You have a good memory, Mimi. Thanks for remembering."
He flashes a playful grin. "Of course, how could I ever forget your favorite, Darling?"
As you settle in, his eyes meet yours, and for a moment, the world outside fades away. Jimin has always been known for his exceptional memory when it comes to your favorite snacks. It's a skill he has honed over the years, driven by his desire to make you smile. Even before your current situationship with Yoongi, Jimin has often been the one to make snack runs, returning with an assortment of treats to share with everyone in the house or the dorms, especially during the intense periods of midterms and finals.
Whether it's your favorite Yerba Mate, a bag of kettle-cooked sea salt & vinegar chips, or that one obscure dark chocolate bar you can't resist, Jimin has an uncanny ability to remember the details of your cravings. It's a gesture that hasn't gone unnoticed throughout the time you've known him.
Yoongi, too, has a knack for remembering your snack preferences, although he displays it in his own, quieter way. He might not be as vocal about it as Jimin, but he will often surprise you with your favorite snack tucked away in your bag or on your desk when you least expect it. His actions speak volumes, a subtle way of showing that he cares and pays attention to the little things that make you happy.
In those moments, whether it's Jimin's boisterous enthusiasm or Yoongi's quiet consideration, you feel truly cherished by these two men. Namjoon is a bit different from the two, though.
Not long after, Seokjin, Hwasa, and Matthew start coming into the study room, their faces lighting up with excitement as they see the assortment of snacks presented on the table for their indulgence. The room buzzes with anticipation, and you can't help but chuckle at their reactions.
Seokjin, who has a penchant for indulging in snacks during late-night study sessions, immediately gravitates toward the shrimp chips and reaches for a handful. "Honey, you got these? Ah, you've got the good stuff here I see," he exclaims, a grin forming as he settles into his seat.
Hwasa, equally pleased with the snack selection, joins him, her eyes alight with enthusiasm. "Our Honey sure knows how to make our study session so much better," she declares, her fingers dancing over the bags of chips and cookies.
Matthew also looks pleasantly surprised by the spread. "Wow, you guys really know how to set up a study session. I'm impressed, not gonna lie," he admits, picking out a bag of gummy candies. “I’m gonna make sure Y/N and Jimin are always on my team for group projects for every class I end up with them.” The group bursts out with laughter while you and Jimin look on with satisfaction with your efforts to make everyone feel at home.
With snacks in hand and laptops opened, the group gets down to business. The atmosphere shifts from casual camaraderie to focused determination as you delve into the research on In-N-Out. Your laptop screens illuminate the room as you pull up relevant articles, statistics, and marketing strategies.
"Alright, let's talk about In-N-Out's competitors," Seokjin suggests, leaning back in his chair. "We've got the big players like McDonald's, Burger King, and Wendy's. But what sets In-N-Out apart?"
"Their simple menu and focus on fresh ingredients definitely gives them an edge. Plus, they've maintained a loyal customer base for years." Hwasa chimes in, pulling up some articles from Business Insider.
Jimin adds, "And their annual earnings are impressive too. I’m looking at their earnings report from 2017, they reportedly made over $800 million. Not bad for a regional chain."
Matthew, who is flipping through some notes on his tablet, pipes up, "Okay y’all, but isn't it strange that they don't heavily promote themselves? I was looking this up before they got here and they rely a lot on word-of-mouth."
Jin nods in agreement, his mouth full of chips as he chimes in, "And their refusal to expand too quickly, even when they could, keeps that exclusivity intact. It's like a club that everyone wants to join, but they have to wait in line."
You giggle, nodding in agreement, "Exactly. It's like they're intentionally keeping a sense of exclusivity around their brand… while also lightly promoting it with their In-N-Out T-Shirts and stickers."
As you speak, Jin jots down some notes onto the Google slides, "Let's make sure we highlight these points in the paper. It's all about understanding their unique selling points."
Jimin, who has been intently focused on his own research, lifts his head from his laptop and puts it on your shoulder as if it were the most natural thing in the world. It's a gesture that has happened countless times before during study sessions, but tonight, it feels different, and you can't quite put your finger on why.
"Y/N," Jimin says, his voice soft as he snuggles against your shoulder. "You should look into researching competitor menus and their pricing. That's a critical point."
You glance down at Jimin, his proximity a mix of comfort and unease. It's as though he's seeking solace in your presence, a subtle shift in the dynamics between you two. His eyes meet yours briefly, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken tension that has been growing since the arrangement with Yoongi began. Maybe this tension has always been there, and it wasn’t until Hwasa opened Pandora’s box that you started to become more conscious and self-aware of these behaviors. Maybe the lack of touch since your last relationship ended as well as the combination of what felt like Namjoon’s betrayal has made you deluded with these thoughts.
As the group continues discussing the PowerPoint structure and the resources they are consulting, you can't help but wonder about Jimin's intimate actions.
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It's around 9:45 when you guys decide to call it a night and head back to your respective homes. Hwasa and Matthew head over in different directions, and you’re left with the two men. You walk alongside Jin and Jimin, who are engaged in a conversation about playing Team Fight Tactics. It feels like the first time in forever that Irene isn't mentioned in conversation, despite Jimin dating her. After noticing his subtle changes in behavior, you can't help but wonder if something might have happened between them too. He seems like he might be getting burnt out from dating a sorority girl, though Irene is far from the first one. You aren't sure why he keeps doing this to himself expecting a different result. However, not wanting to sour the mood, you decide to hold off on asking him about it. Seokjin and Jimin share a grin as they delve into a conversation about Team Fight Tactics.
"You know, Jimin, I've been practicing my TFT strategy. I'm basically a tactical genius now." Seokjin, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, leans in to say to the younger.
Jimin chuckles, his competitive spirit ignited. "Oh really, Jin? I'd like to see that. Last time I checked, you were still trying to figure out how to combine items."
The older man waves a dismissive hand. "Minor details, my friend. I've unlocked a secret tactic – I call it the 'Lose First, Win Later' strategy. It's all about keeping the element of surprise."
Jimin raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Lose first? Isn't the goal to win?"
Seokjin nods sagely. "Ah, but see, when you consistently lose in the early rounds, your opponents underestimate you. Then, when they least expect it, I unleash my secret weapon– the level two Vayne!"
Jimin bursts into laughter. "Level two Vayne? Maybe I’m underestimating you, Kappa Psi Pi President Kim."
Seokjin grins proudly. "You'll see, Jimin. Soon, I'll be climbing the TFT ranks and taking over the leaderboards. Just you wait!"
Their banter continues, filled with laughter and warmth. This feels just like normal, you think to yourself. It feels like before the breakdown you had on Friday and spending the night with Yoongi. It feels like before Namjoon started getting closer with Jihyo through their shared major classes. It feels like before Taehyung convinced Jimin to go on a double date which led him to date Irene. What went wrong? Yoongi’s question from Friday night surfaces again, hidden from the haze of your feelings that night. Are you in love with one of them…or all of them? Or is there something more that you still haven’t realized at this point in time.
You find yourself falling behind, lost in thought as you are about to approach the crosswalk off campus and reach home. The burden of unspoken secrets and shifting dynamics within your group weighs on your mind. You walk at a slower pace, the distance between you and your friends growing.
Noticing your lagging steps, Jimin suddenly stops mid-sentence and turns around, a playful grin on his face. He hurries back toward you and, without missing a beat, links his arm through yours. His touch is warm and familiar, a comforting reminder of the deep connection you share.
"Hey there, slowpoke," Jimin teases, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
You laugh, the tension that had been building within you slowly dissipating. "Sorry, just got lost in thought for a moment."
Seokjin glances back and notices Jimin linking arms together with you. He shakes his head, a fond smile on his face. "You two are still just like kids!" he remarks, his voice carrying a mixture of affection and amusement. Jimin rushes with you across the crosswalk before the crosswalk light countdown reaches 1.
“Gotta make sure my darling doesn’t get lost because she’s tiny!” Jimin and you exchange a knowing glance, the unspoken history between you evident in your eyes. It's a history filled with shared laughter, secrets, and a bond that time and circumstance have failed to break.
You and Jimin walk alongside each other, arm in arm, the night air feeling a bit lighter with each step. The camaraderie between you two is a reassuring presence, a buffer against the uncertainties of your group's dynamics.
As you approach the corner of the street leading to your house, the distant sound of raised voices begins to reach your ears. The voices are filled with emotion, carrying an unmistakable tension and turmoil.
“You're clearly not all in for me so what’s the point of all this?” one voice exclaims, a rawness in the tone that's impossible to ignore.
Jimin furrows his brow, concern etched across his face. He tightens his grip on your arm, pulling you closer as the shouting persists in the distance. You exchange a worried glance, a silent agreement passing between you both to investigate the source of the commotion. Ahead of you, Seokjin decides to take the lead, guiding you and Jimin as you round the corner of the street. What you come upon leaves you both utterly stunned.
Namjoon and Jihyo arguing right outside the front door of the house.
The tension in the air thickens as Jihyo's words hang heavily between them. Namjoon, his voice laced with desperation, tries to salvage the situation.
"No, you've got this all wrong," he pleads, his eyes filled with sincerity. "I like you, Jihyo, a lot more than the words I can verbalize right now. So don't do this."
Jihyo's expression remains hardened, her resolve unyielding. "I don't care what Shakespearean bullshit you want to say," she retorts, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and hurt. "Because I know that what you said while you were drunk on Friday, is what you truly feel."
Seokjin, Jimin and you open the front gate, catching the attention of the two.
Jihyo's words hang in the air, heavy with emotion and finality. The intensity of their argument seems to dissipate as she turns her attention to the arrival of Seokjin, Jimin, and you. Her anger momentarily softens into a weary resignation, and she sighs, her gaze shifting from Namjoon to the three of you. "Looks like we have an audience now, so I'm just gonna go," she says, her voice weary, her eyes flickering briefly in your direction. It's the first time you've seen her beauty up close, and it strikes you how different she appears from her usual calm and collected demeanor. It's as if she shattered into a hundred pieces before your eyes.
With a final glance at Namjoon, Jihyo imparts a parting message, one that holds both concern and a touch of forgiveness. "I'm gonna say this as your friend," she begins, her voice softening, "get your shit sorted out before you end up hurting anyone else. And I'm sorry I had to end it this way, but despite it all, I'm rooting for you. Goodbye Joon."
With those words, Jihyo walks away, leaving Namjoon standing there, a mixture of regret and longing in his eyes. The weight of their argument and its implications lingers in the air, a reminder of the complexities of relationships and the consequences of words spoken in moments of vulnerability.
Seokjin, Jimin, and you exchange a knowing glance, understanding the depth of what just transpired. Namjoon stands there, lost in thought and motionless, as the arguing and Jihyo's departure sinks in. The shadows of regret and turmoil play across his face, leaving him seemingly paralyzed by the emotions swirling within.
Finally, he breaks the silence with a heavy sigh, his voice filled with a mix of exhaustion and uncertainty. "I... I need to go, clear my head or something," he mumbles, his words lacking the usual confidence that characterizes him.
Before anyone can respond, he rushes past Seokjin, slightly pushing him in his haste. The push sets off a chain reaction, and you find yourself being pushed by Jimin in the process. The abruptness of it all leaves you and your friends looking at each other with concern, the tension in the air almost palpable, and excruciating
You decide to let go of Jimin's arm, hand him your backpack, with determination in your eyes as you speak up. "I'm going to go after him," you announce, your voice resolute.
Seokjin furrows his brow, concern etched across his features. "Is that the best thing you can do right now?" he asks, voicing the apprehension that hangs in the air.
Jimin looks down briefly before meeting your gaze with unwavering trust in his eyes. "I think this is something only she can do at this moment," he says, his voice steady. "Namjoon's known her the longest. I think her presence might ease him."
You agree. You’ve been with him each of the times that he was doing unwell or struggling, managing to get him out of his depressive state with your existence. It shouldn’t be any different now. With those words of encouragement from Jimin, you set off after Namjoon, the echoes of Jihyo's parting words still resonating in your mind.
From inside the house, Yoongi looks out the window with jealousy running through his veins. He balls his left fist and pushes his hair back from frustration. He knows he shouldn’t be feeling this way because you two are still friends. He was a few seconds from considering going out there earlier to prevent Namjoon from fighting with Jihyo, but decided against it. It felt like some sort of betrayal knowing how you felt towards Joon on Friday and how you wanted to see him face the consequences of his actions, but you ended up going after him without a second thought. He is confused on how he should feel about this and whether he made a mistake as he let his feelings get in the way of his actions.
Jungkook approaches the window, his gaze fixed on Yoongi, and then your figure gradually fading into the distance. He sighs softly, a sense of resignation washing over him.
Meanwhile, Seokjin and Jimin decide to head inside, entering the house to find the rest of the boys in a somber mood following the recent events outside. Yoongi, in particular, appears disheartened. He shakes his head and goes to lay down on the couch, lifting his arm to cover his eyes, appearing to sulk. Jin joins him on the couch, taking out his phone to play Maple Story to occupy himself. Jimin places your bag down on the couch and glances over at Yoongi, puzzled by his sudden mood shift. His thoughts briefly wander to the rumored girlfriend that the other guys had been talking about earlier in the day. But why now? A nagging feeling lingers—what if it is actually about you? He contemplates whether or not to broach the subject with elder man.
Just then, Jungkook approaches Jimin, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and inviting him to join him in the kitchen. He mentions that he had prepared perilla oil spicy makguksu earlier that evening and wanted Jimin to taste his new recipe. He agrees and walks over, finding Taehyung eating straight from the pot and playfully scolds him as Jungkook laughs.
Meanwhile, Seokjin glances at Yoongi and offers a sympathetic ear. "If you ever want to talk about what's bothering you," he says quietly, "just know that I'm the trustworthy type. I'll keep my lips sealed, unlike some of the other blabbermouths in this house. You know that, right?"
Yoongi lift his arm away and turns his gaze toward Jin, his internal struggle evident on his face as he contemplates how to respond.
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"Kim Namjoon, wait!" you call out, your voice cutting through the night air. Your heart is pounding as you chase after him, determined to catch up before he disappears into the darkness.
The campus is quiet, with only a few lingering students strolling about. Namjoon continues his brisk pace in the direction of the campus gym, seemingly intent on finding solace in a late-night workout to clear his mind.
Your desperation grows as you realize that he might be slipping away, and you can't bear the thought of letting him face his turmoil alone. You groan in frustration and, fueled by a surge of determination, you rush forward and tackle him from behind, clinging to him like a koala.
Namjoon stumbles in surprise, his eyes widening as he registers your unexpected presence. He tries to shake you off, but you hold on stubbornly, your heart racing.
"We need to talk, seriously," you plead, your voice trembling with urgency.
Namjoon takes a deep breath, his tense shoulders slowly relaxing as he agrees. "Okay, okay, just please get off, and we can go find a place to talk."
Your grip on him loosens, and you cautiously climb off his back. "You promise this isn't an excuse to run off without me, right?" you ask, a hint of worry and aggression in your voice.
Namjoon lifts his hand, forming it into a pinky promise. "I promise I'm not gonna do that," he reassures you.
With a sigh of relief, you gently climb off his back. Together, you start walking toward the campus soccer field, where the night is quiet and serene. Namjoon takes off his gray hoodie and lays it on the grass before you sit down, offering it as a makeshift cushion to make you more comfortable. As you settle onto the grass, you can't help but steal a glance at Namjoon. He's wearing a black tank top that showcases his well-defined muscles, a stark contrast to the more reserved freshman you once knew. He looks pretty good.
You both sit in silence, the cool night air enveloping you as you give Namjoon the space he needs to open up. You can see the stress in his eyes, the pain of the argument etched on his face.
Finally, Namjoon breaks the silence, his voice heavy with regret. "She broke up with me."
You nod, your sympathy evident as you motion your hands, gesturing to his distraught expression. "I see that," you say bluntly, allowing him to continue at his own pace.
"We were only sleeping with each other for a bit," Namjoon begins, his voice wavering slightly, "but we were thinking about making it more serious." He pauses, collecting his thoughts. "And then I said something Friday night and completely fucked things up for us."
"What did you say?"
Namjoon sighs loudly, the memory clearly painful as he rubs his face in frustration. "I can't even remember, I was so drunk. This happened on Friday."
"Friday..." you murmur, your mind racing as you recall the events of that particular evening. Memories start to piece together, especially the growing worries and the sight of Namjoon making out with Jihyo at the Gamma Omega Tau party. It was the night that had led to your emotional breakdown and your impulsive decision to sleep with Yoongi.
Then it hits you—the realization that Namjoon was supposed to be at the house that night because you and Yoongi had gotten "sexiled" and sent to do game night elsewhere. But when you had returned, in your tipsy and aroused state, he was nowhere to be found. Not even hours later, as you and Yoongi got lost in the moment. It was something you had completely forgotten about, but now it seemed crucial.
"Wait," you say slowly, connecting the dots, "Friday night... you were supposed to be at the house that night, right?"
Namjoon's eyes widen as he comprehends the implication of your question. The pieces of the puzzle start to come together, and you both realize that things could have ended disastrously if he had indeed shown up as originally planned.
"Yeah, but I ended up sleeping on the couch at Jihyo’s place... by myself," he admits, his voice filled with regret. "Chaeyoung and Nayeon wanted to kick me out, but Jihyo was nice enough to let me stay there. I didn't deserve her kindness."
Understanding dawns as the pieces of the puzzle fall into place. "Oh," you say softly, realizing how the series of events had unfolded. You had also forgotten that Jihyo was in the Professional Kappa Psi Pi frat and lived with some of the girls too.
Namjoon continues, his voice laced with self-blame. "And you saw me come back on Saturday morning with Hope, who should've been gone until Sunday. I called him, and he brought me back home out of concern."
You nod, encouraging him to share more.
"So overall, this is just a consequence of my own actions," Namjoon concludes, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. "I can't even be mad at her; she didn't do anything wrong."
The tension of Namjoon's guilt and self-realization fills the quiet night. It's clear that he's grappling with the consequences of his choices and how they've led to the dissolution of his budding relationship with Jihyo. Despite whatever frustration and angst you felt that night, you still empathize with Namjoon and his situation.
You take a moment to choose your words carefully, wanting to offer Namjoon support and guidance in this difficult time. Finally, you speak with a gentle but firm tone.
"Namjoon, we all make mistakes," you word out, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "What's important now is that you've recognized your part in this and that you're willing to learn from it. That's a sign of growth and maturity."
Namjoon looks at you, his expression a mix of gratitude and remorse.
"You can't change the past," you continue, "What’s said has been done, but you can control how you move forward from here. Take this as an opportunity to work on yourself, to become a better person. And remember, it's okay to lean on us for support when you need it."
He nods, and a faint smile tugs at the corners of his lips.
"As for Jihyo," you add, “she may have left, but she did leave you with some insight on what you can do. So listen to that." Namjoon's gaze becomes more determined, and he nods once more, this time with a sense of purpose.
As your words of encouragement hang in the air, he reaches out and gently places a hand on your shoulder, his way of silently thanking you for your support.
But then, to your surprise, he suddenly pulls you towards him, wrapping his arms around you in a tight, warm embrace. It's an unexpected gesture, and you find yourself pressed against his chest, your head nestled against his shoulder. The emotions in that moment are overwhelming. There's a deep sense of intimacy felt in this moment compared to any other hugs you share in the past. The tension that had been building during your conversation seems to melt away, replaced by a profound connection that transcends words.
"I thought you didn't like hugs, Mr. Kim 'I hate being tangled in limbs' Namjoon," you tease gently, trying to break the heaviness of the moment.
Namjoon's voice is dulcet as he replies, "Just this once, I feel like I needed it." He lets out a heavy sigh, his warm breath grazing your neck like a gentle breeze as he utters, "I miss the old days, when we were still kids and didn't have all this drama and shit."
You respond with a soft hum, sharing his sentiment. In that moment, you both long for the simplicity of the past, when life wasn't complicated by tangled emotions and the confusing dynamics that had developed among your closest friends. It's times like these when you find yourself wishing for a return to the days when you didn't have to grapple with the complex web of feelings for your guy best friends. And right now, it's Yoongi who has navigating through a sea of emotions and uncertainty. With that damn question he asked you on that night!
“Me too.”
As he holds you close, you can feel the steady rise and fall of his chest with each breath, a reminder of the very real, very human experience you both share. It's a moment of vulnerability and comfort, where your own concerns and secrets seem to momentarily fade into the background.
The night air around you feels cooler, but within the circle of Namjoon's embrace, you find warmth and solace. It's as if, for that brief moment, the world and its complexities cease to exist, leaving only the two of you, bound together by friendship and shared trials.
Eventually, you both pull away, the unspoken connection between you lingering in the air. Namjoon offers a small, appreciative smile, and you return it with one of your own. Namjoon's voice breaks the momentary silence, his words soft and contemplative. "I think we should go back," he suggests, his gaze meeting yours.
You nod in agreement, recognizing that it's time to return to the house, to your friends, and to the challenges and uncertainties that await. Rising to your feet, you brush off any blades of grass clinging to your clothes, and Namjoon retrieves his hoodie from the grass where he had laid it.
Together, you make your way back towards the main campus and the familiar path that leads to your shared home. The night air feels a bit lighter now, as if the weight of the conversation has been partially lifted.
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As you lie in bed, struggling to fall asleep amid the whirlwind of thoughts and emotions from the evening, your phone suddenly buzzes with a text message. You groggily reach for it, blinking away the sleep from your eyes.
It's a group chat message called NO JIMIN, and you see that it includes everyone in the house, except Jimin. The topic of conversation catches your attention immediately—it's about Jimin's upcoming birthday on Saturday. Somehow, the date had slipped past your mind in the midst of everything that had been happening. The boys wanted to have a party at the house.
It has been awhile since a party was held at the Beta Tau Sigma household. Last time it happened, it was Jungkook’s birthday, a little over a month ago. It was a fairly small party, with nothing too eventful taking place. Well if you don’t count Taehyung and Jimin playing strip poker while getting too wasted. Jin and Yoongi really had to calm them down before they were entirely naked and having their dicks out for everyone to see.
About a week after, it was Namjoon’s birthday. Though, he opted for the whole house going to celebrate at Baekjeong with KBBQ and going clubbing after at HARU. He did not want to deal with another party crisis at the house.
As you scroll through the chat, Taehyung emerges as the main organizer of the party, and he's already divvying up responsibilities among the housemates. Your eyes scan the messages, and then your heart skips a beat as you see your name mentioned, followed by the assignment he has given you.
Tae: We need this party for Jimin to be lit!
Jin: Taehyung, I've got the food prep covered, so don't you worry about that.
Hoseok: I'll be the official DJ for the night, so get ready for some sick beats!! Beta Tau Sigma is BACK!
Hoseok: I'm bringing Matthew's DJ equipment over too, and we'll have the dance floor bumping!
Jungkook: Tae, I'll help out with the drinks and bartending! I’ve been told i make great drinks.
Yoongi: I can handle working the drinks too, but just a heads up, I might be enjoying them a bit too much.
Jungkook: LMAO, hyung I think it’s better if you handle something else. Also can someone make sure to buy enough alc options?
Namjoon: I can drop by the liquor store on friday
Tae: I also need you some of y’all to help clean around the house.
Tae: Hey Honey!
Tae: You and Yoongi are in charge of buying and setting up the decorations for Jimin's birthday party. Sound good?
You: Okie dokie!
Yoongi: [thumbs up]
Tae: Perfect! This is gonna be a night to remember. Let's give Jimin the best birthday ever! 🎂🎈🎁
You: We got this, guys! Jimin's gonna love it! 🥳🥂
As you send the message, your worries dull for a bit. Maybe this could be a chance for Namjoon to cheer up after the break-up, and make whatever growing tension less awkward. You looked forward to this night with determination, however you feared that what was to come would probably entangle you deeper into chaos with your best friends.
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First Time?
Tags: College!Eren x Reader, Oneshot, Fem!Reader, Uni AU, Shotgunning, Very Slight Jean x Reader, Suggestive Elements, But Weirdly Wholesome Ending
Warnings: Weed, Recreational Drug Use, Alcohol, Drunken Behavior (Nothing Non-Con, But Under The Influence)
You have never smoked before. Eren takes it upon himself to give you an unforgettable experience.
Lemme just say. Me and @beesandpollen were screaming the other night about shotgunning our favs, so I bring to u the eren version 💪
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╭┈─────── ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-╰┈➤ ❝ [09/03/23] ❞
Sitting on your bed in your shared dorm, you've been slaving away to your college assignments. The sound of typing resounded in the room, never let up by the urgency to finish; that is, until your roommate walked in.
Sasha made her entrance wearing a yellow, bodycon slip dress and stunning heels. She glowered at your laptop while sweeping her hair over her shoulder, and it fell victim to the bag of chips in her other hand.
"Y/N! Get off your laptop and come to this party with me!"
Sasha at her finest. You were best friends, but you were also polar opposites; Sasha, who loved to party and was the more outgoing of the two of you, and you, who sat at home all day completing schoolwork. It's regular for her to drag you out of the dorm.
You ran your fingers through your hair in resignation. "I can't. Why don't you go with Connie?"
"Because I'm not letting you stay here like a nerd and miss out. Besides, my friend is throwing this party! I'll introduce you."
She finished that sentence with a wink.
You groaned. "I have nothing to wear though." You fanned out your hand to the pile of clothes on your chair, the majority of them being sweatpants and plain t-shirts.
"Not to worry!" Sasha dashed back into her room, which was adjacent to yours, and emerged brandishing the shortest, shiniest black dress she owned like a trophy.
She threw it at you. "Put that on!"
You caught the material and mulled over wearing it in public for a moment. You hesitated, yet Sasha seemed expectant, and you knew you rarely spent time with her outside of the dorm; not like she was in most of the time.
You drew your eyes away from the dress, and to Sasha. "Who'd you say is throwing this party again?"
She grinned. "Jean."
...
You couldn't stop fidgeting with the hem of your dress in the car. Was it too short? Was it a mistake for you to tag along? You hoped you wouldn't embarrass yourself at this party. You saw Sasha's fingers neatly spin the wheel, and then you were parked, alongside numerous other cars before the gate.
Those concerns dissipated the moment you stepped into the frat house. The low-light space was crowded with dancing, sweating bodies, couples making out in corners, and inebriated games being played. As you surveyed the scene, the music blaring made it difficult to hear Sasha clearly.
And then she was gone.
You presumed she had left to greet her other friends, but you felt out of place in this strange environment. Nevertheless, you immediately noticed something to cheer you up. You pushed your way past the throng of dancers to the liquor, and snatched a bottle before finding your way somewhere private.
Which was an extremely difficult endeavour.
Bedrooms? You wished you could wash your eyes out. Bathrooms? Outside, there are long lineups. But all hope was not lost. You located a double door that led out to a balcony and settled down to drink in quiet. The view would have been much better if there hadn't been drunken fighting in your field of sight.
A cough resounded next you after a minute or so of you sipping in solitude. Breaking out of your trance, you raised your eyes to check who the voice belonged to. You rose up as soon as you detected the face in your blurry thoughts, mortified that you had intruded on this man's space.
"Sorry, I'll find somewhere else to drink." You strode back towards the double doors.
"Don't worry about it. Stay."
You became immobilized. You couldn't leave now since it would be impolite, so you pivoted on your heel and sat down again, this time facing the man. You eventually had the opportunity to register his features, and it stole your breath away.
He was stunning. In a gentle, incisive, and handsome way. The angular contours of his jaw and nose stood out against his emerald eyes and dark, fluttering eyelashes; he resembled a striking image on a tanned canvas.
The subtle shape of his muscles were apparent through his clothing, but you couldn't tear your gaze away from his hair, which was pulled back in a bun. He had some stray hairs that fell out, but they framed his face nicely, and his unassuming quirks made him all the more charming.
He chuckled, and your heart stopped. Fuck, he had dimples too.
"I'm Eren."
You quickly remembered your name before making a fool of yourself. It took you a moment to realise who he was. You knew he was Jean's friend because of Sasha, but you'd be a fool if that was the only reason you recognized him. No, he was the devastatingly gorgeous heartbreaker on campus; a fuckboy, if you will. On the way to their classes, several girls on campus marveled over him, and you scoffed to yourself, wondering how someone could be that attractive.
Now you knew.
You raised the bottle to your lips, desperate to slake your nerves. Eren, on the other hand, was pretty mellow. He had a forthright disposition, and a daunting aura around him as he leant back in his chair. The way he handled himself exuded virility, but his voice was warm and melodious. It gave you whiplash.
You two chatted and drank for a time, and as the conversation progressed, you warmed up to him more. You eventually discovered that you both had Sasha as a mutual friend and smiled at the amusing anecdotes you had to share with each other.
You didn't even realize how engrossed in your own story you were until Eren planted a rough hand on your upper thigh. Your words died in your throat, but he kneaded your skin with pampering hands, his mesmerizing gaze coaxing you on. The tension was palpable.
You were almost lured in by the action. Yet, knowing who he is and where you were, he couldn't anticipate you to fall at his feet right away; you understood what he was doing, and he'd play right into your hands.
You rose up from your seat, drunkenly assertive, and slid in between his thighs. He had to crane his head to look at you, and you could swear you saw a blush dust his sun-kissed cheeks; so he can dish it out but not take any back.
You could work with this.
You gravitated towards him, capturing his chin with your deft fingers and relaxed your hand on his thigh instead of your alcoholic beverage. He was almost enraptured as your fingers traveled from his leg to your own, removing his hand from where it was situated. You patted his cheek twice as you laughed at his panicked expression.
"Not with me, pretty boy."
He flashed you a cute, loopy smile, beaming those dimples that made your heart skip a beat. "You think I'm pretty?"
It was in this moment of close proximity you could see his sharp canines, and you trembled. Everything about him was attractive to you.
All too soon, you drew away from him, declaring firmly that you were tired of this party. He could see it all over your face as well.
Eren stood up, and cocked his head toward the doors. "Wanna get out of here?"
You wanted to think his words had a literal meaning behind them, but that mischievous twinkle in his eyes warned you otherwise. Was it a terrible idea to become entangled with Eren? Probably. Do you give a damn? Not at all.
So you concurred. You took his hand in yours and guided him out of the party, resolving to go back to your place; you received some strange looks from certain people, but that should be expected with a man like Eren trailing you. You knew Sasha would crash with her friends, and Eren is too cute to pass up; however, just as you approached the entryway, another individual blocked your path.
Eren waved at him with three fingers raised. "Yo, Jean."
After shaking hands, the man smiled at the familiar face and bumped shoulders with Eren. The guy Sasha intended to introduce you to sized you up, and you shuddered beneath his scrutinizing gaze; he smirked at Eren after, earning him an eyeroll and playful punch to the arm on the way out.
You knew what the wink meant, and you offered Eren a knowing glance. The thought of what awaited you beyond that door enthralled you, and the walk to your car was quiet.
...
Eren climbed into the driver's seat with ease, relaxing with one hand on the wheel. He appeared impatient, wholly immersed in his thoughts.
He looked pretty when he was focused, too. Despite his lackadaisical appearance, he was endearingly cautious on the road.
Throughout the drive, you attempted to break the charged silence by talking about something insignificant, and Eren ultimately became engaged in the conversation.
"So how come we've never met before? You know, since we have mutual friends and all."
You whistled in acknowledgement. "I don't really do parties. I spend more time studying than I do going out."
His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and his derisive laugh almost embarrassed you. Almost.
"Y/N, you gotta live a little. Do you even smoke?"
Your voice died in your throat.
The way he snapped his head to look at you in bemusement, his thick brows shooting straight to his forehead, was almost comical. "You don't?"
He could have crashed, but he maintained his cool and kept the car steady. You flushed with shame when he laughed, and he pulled over somewhere secluded.
He ran his hand through his dark hair, and looked at you with that killer smile of his again. "Do you want to try it?"
You nodded, but there was one worry gnawing away at you. "What if it burns? I'll definitely cough."
He chuckled. "I can fix that for you."
...
You were all but scandalised when he delved into his pocket and pulled out rolling paper and weed before rolling the joint. It shouldn't have excited you so much, but when his tongue escaped to lick a stripe across the seal, you shifted in your seat. He noticed it as well, but said nothing.
Eren inhaled deeply after flicking his lighter at the end of the joint. You were transfixed as he breathed out the smoke and turned to face you. "Your turn."
He mimicked your earlier motions by holding your chin, but this time dragging his thumb along your lip. You obeyed an unspoken command to open your mouth. You were not prepared for what Eren did next.
He raised the joint to his lips and inhaled again, but this time instead of exhaling, he pressed against you. Your noses brushed up against each other, and one slight movement would have sealed his lush lips against yours. You couldn't bring yourself to move; Eren blew smoke into your mouth, and you inhaled it greedily, much easier than you expected.
You nearly coughed when your focus drifted to Eren. As he watched your mouth consume the smoke, his gaze had darkened significantly, and those charming eyes were now staring at you through his lashes. His eyes were dangerously green, and you had the impression that he could see right through you.
That electrical tension had returned. Eren grew animalistic and crossed the distance between you two the instant you exhaled the smoke against him. He pressed his lips to yours and moved fervently against you, cradling your neck in his hand, skillfully pushing you deeper into the kiss; your own lips parted in surprise, and he took advantage of the moment to sneak his tongue in, subduing you with his mouth. Throughout, you could feel his ravenous desperation, and smoking had only made you feel buoyant.
Eren drew back, biting your lip as he interrupted the kiss and shifted to take another hit. He puffed smoke in your face this time, and he thought it was adorable how your face screwed up in response. But it didn't dissuade you; instead, it enticed you much more. Still holding the joint, Eren turned the other end towards you so you could smoke from his hand and imitate his actions.
You do as instructed, inhaling slowly. It was an odd sensation. Your senses were strangely heightened, a wave of calm washing over you. You would feel much more at ease with Eren if it weren't for his overwhelming influence on you.
You exhaled the smoke into Eren's mouth, closing it with a kiss like he did. You felt proud when he smiled.
He pulled away. "You did good."
The praise did nothing to help your heart.
...
You both felt hazy long after your smoking session was over. Eren was the first to bring up something that you had completely forgotten about.
He laughed dumbly. "You know we can't drive to your place like this, right?"
You chuckled along with him, recognizing he was right. The original reason you got in the car with him was lost, and the revelation that dawned on your features must've hit him as well.
He suddenly appeared apprehensive, not about to do something to you under the influence. "We don't have to-"
You shushed him. "Wanna go get food instead?"
He gave you another of those brilliant smiles. "Sure."
Your midnight escapade could wait another time.
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Glory Hole
(c au tenko)
Warnings: gay smut, blowjob, bi tenko
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Tenko sat on the toilet seat with his pants up, waiting anxiously yet impatiently for someone to occupy the stall next to his. He stared at the grimy, worn hole in the wall in silence apart from the grinding of his teeth. It was agony waiting like this, just pure agony.
Finally, someone entered, and he heard just for a moment the bustling party going on just outside the door, hooting and hollering erupting from no doubt drunk off their asses frat boys and girls. He heard boots making their way across the cheap linoleum floor until they went into the stall adjacent to him, the footsteps confident and strong. He heard their zipper and the sound of liquid pouring as they, well, did what they came in here for.
Tenko hopped off the toilet, wobbling a little bit as his legs had fallen asleep, before lowering onto his knees infront of the hole in the wall. He licked his lips, waiting for the other male to finish while he quivered nervously, one had subconsciously raising to scratch at his neck. He hasn’t done anything like this before, but he’s “thought” about it plenty of times. Maybe it was the alcohol in his system that made him want to go through with it.
In any case, the reality of the situation finally came to him when he heard the stream taper off. He scratched his neck harder as his mind was filled with thoughts going a mile a minute. If he didn’t do something, like, now, the other guy will just leave and he’ll miss his chance! Cmon, you can do this. This is what you trained for. Just go for it.
He faced the hole and positioned his mouth over it, shaking hand raising and hesitantly knocking three times while he opened his mouth as far as it would go. Tenkos jaw kept relaxing automatically as he waited, mostly out of nervousness but he continued to force it open anyways. The other guy responded to the knocks with a confused hum, expecting an answer, but Tenko tried his best to let his awaiting mouth do the talking.
He couldn’t see but he heard the others knees clicking as they presumably squatted down, and Tenko knew they had seen his offering when they let out an amused “oooooh”, followed by chuckling. He stretched his mouth even further as the other rose, his zipper lowering once again and Tenko squeezed his eyes shut.
Last minute thoughts flashed through his eyes almost making him pull back but he stayed put. He remembered last minute all the things he had read the night before, all the videos he had seen on this exact topic that showed him what to do. He waited, he waited a few agonizing, suspenseful seconds until…..
Utter bliss.
The first thing that hit him was the taste. Earthy, salty, soulfully addicting. The second was the warmth. It filled his otherwise cool mouth like a drink of hot cocoa during the cold months, a heavenly feeling that immediately put all his nerves at ease. He dared not open his eyes, fully savoring the feeling of his mouth being filled to the brim before he let his lips close around the hot mass and pull.
Immediately Tenko heard the male hiss, both of them shuddering in unison as Tenko began to suckle on the member lodged in his mouth. He wasn’t doing much at that moment, just taking a second to savor the weight on his tongue before the other clicked his tongue impatiently and Tenko got to work.
Tenko sunk deeper letting the head rest against his tonsils for a moment before bobbing back, taking in gulping breaths as he heard the other man do the same. Then he sunk down again, his tongue naturally writhing along the underside of his shaft and his cheeks hollowed on their own. He was worried before, but now he sees it was unfounded. His body already knew what to do, had already taken in the lessons he had learned from the certain videos he had watched.
After bobbing for a bit, Tenko withdrew. He took the cock in hand and caressed it against his face, his tongue lolling out and laving over it messily. He just loved the feel of it on his cheek, so damn warm and hard. He licked the shaft from the side before lowering, causing the man on the other end to move closer and give Tenko access to their balls. He kissed them in gratitude before taking them in his mouth and swirling his tongue around them. They were a little fuzzy, a little wiry, and very musky.
At this point the man on the other end was jerking his hips, and Tenko was able to feel his pulse from the throbbing veins on his cock. The deep pink tip was now an angry red, and Tenko was sure if the other man could touch him he’d have his fingers in Tenkos scalp, pulling him even closer. Tenko shuddered at the thought, deluding himself into thinking that maybe there’d be time for that later.
After playing with the man’s sack for a bit, Tenko grew bored of that at around the same time the other man had as well. So he moved back to what he was doing before, and with the cock fully against the door he decided to begin deep throating him. He forced himself down on the veiny mast, the head beginning to nudge at the back of his throat, but he persevered. Then, when he was as far down as he could go, his nose tickled by the other’s pubes, he held himself there.
Tenko heard a loud moan from the man, his twitching mouth being well enough to get him there. He grunted as a warning, thrusting his hips just a little as his legs wobbled. Tenko heeded him and retreated to the tip, sucking harshly as he urged him to finish in his mouth with his mouth. His hands kept busy on his shaft as well, pumping vigorously to replace the stimulation his throat had given. Both efforts were well enough to satisfy the other and beyond, their hips bucking again as they finally let go in his mouth.
Hot jizz shot into tenkos mouth which he accepted enthusiastically, groaning at the taste and sucking greedily as his hands slowed to a more gentle pace. He gulped down the salty fluids with a long moan, the vibrations making the other whine from overstimulation. He kept going until the other was completely dry, even keeping the soft member in his mouth after that and relishing the feeling for as long as he could.
“Heh, damn. What a cum-slut. Perfect little cum dumpster.” The other sighed, finally canting his hips back and retrieving his soft member from the overstimulating, greedy mouth that did what it could to get him to stay.
Tenko wasn’t sure why, and was a little embarrassed by the fact that he was genuinely touched by that backhanded compliment. He was a perfect cum dumpster? He blushed at that, wiping his chin as he found comfort int the fact that he was skilled in pleasuring, not just destruction. That the same hands he loathed for their murderous capabilities could also be used to make someone feel good.
Tenko was about to thank him, but he bit his tongue at the last moment, remembering just in time that he couldn’t give his identity away. His scratchy, hoarse voice would be a clear indicator, and he’d only serve to turn the happy moments he had just created for the other into ones of disgust. Because he is disgusting, isn’t he? Just a disgusting, ugly little creep. I mean, who would even let him near their-
“We should do this again sometime Tenko.”
That simple, casual remark sent tremors up Tenkos spine. He knew, fuck, he KNEW! Was he mad? He was wasn’t he. Damn it, he was sure the glory hole was gonna make it so that no one knew it was him, so his terrible reputation wouldn’t follow him and he’d be able to suck some dick in peace. What gave him away?
The man chuckled, now on his knees and making eye contact with Tenko through the glory hole. Through dewed eyes Tenko looked at the man confused, now cowering in the corner and scratching his neck furiously. “What? You didn’t think I knew? The scratching was a dead give away. No one digs themself like that unless they’ve got lice the size of ping pong balls.”
Tenkos hands stopped, and he looked at them in terrified awe for just a moment. He was beyond confused. If he knew from the beginning, then… why…
“W-why’d you let me do it?”
Now it was the man’s turn to be confused. “What d’ya mean? Why wouldn’t I let you do it? I, I mean… I-“
He began stuttering now, and Tenkos posture relaxed as he saw him look away coyly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ve had my eyes on you for a w-while now, to be honest…. Guess I couldn’t resist when I realized it was you.”
Tenko was sure he was dreaming now. “M-me?!” He yelled, almost furiously.
“Yeah. Frankly I should be asking why you let me! You’re legendary man! I-“ he cleared his throat, regaining his composure, before handing a slip of paper to Tenko through the hole. “Listen. If you ever find your mouth painfully empty again, I’d love to help you out.”
Hesitantly, Tenko took the paper, smoothing the crinkled ball and nearly passing out when he saw what was inside. It was a phone number. A holy fucking real ass phone number.
He heard the bathroom door unlocking, and just as the other man was about to leave he stopped, looking at the disheveled twink peeking at him from the barely open stall door. He winked.
“And if any other holes of yours are feeling empty too, well, it’d be my pleasure.”
With that, he left, the door slamming shut behind him. Completely sober now, Tenko collapsed into the corner of the stall, staring at the ceiling in awe and clutching the paper tightly to his chest.
No doubt in Tenkos mind, this was the strangest thing to ever happen in that bathroom.
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Ok so, this idea came to me in a dream, no joke, and I knew I just had to write it. I don’t wanna toot my own horn but I’m really proud of this one.
Readers choice but in my mind and in the dream the other guy was Touya. But, you know, it can be who ever.
Hope y’all liked it of course, comments and constructive criticism is appreciated, of course.
#shigaraki tenko#my hero academia#shigaraki fanfiction#my hero academia shigaraki#shigaraki x reader#shigaraki x y/n#boku no hero academia tomura#shigaraki tomura#shigaraki fluff#shigaraki smut#shimura tenko smut
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Tim/Brady bodyguard AU?
this is so barely adjacent to what you asked for BUT
pop star timmy stu
just think about it. young timmy, who has made a name for himself with some club bangers a la avicii (rip :( miss u) and is getting pretty popular! he's had his european tour! his songs are THE songs of frat parties across the land!
he's big enough that his label sends him on a north america tour, and maybe he is going to play a show at a music festival in st louis or something, and who does he run into the day before when he goes incognito to the first round of shows, is getting shoved around while just trying to get a beer at the beer tent but brady
brady is still captain of the ottawa senators, nhl player, etc etc, and he also -- i cannot stress this enough -- has no fucking clue who timmy is
(brady listens exclusively to mid aughts indie bangers and sappy country; he is not Hip to the Scene)
so brady just sees a very hot very german very pathetic guy and is like, well i GOTTA help this guy out and get his beer.
and then they start talking and timmy is SO cheerful and also activating the "needs taking care of" sensor in brady's brain, and meanwhile timmy clocks that brady doesn't know who he is and THATS fun because as nice as it is to be famous it's also nice to just harmlessly flirt with the very large man you've found, and one thing leads to another and they've spent the whole day together
(maybe brady protects timmy from some thrown elbows in a crowd at one of the shows. bodyguard!)
and maybe after the last show they have some inadvisable semi-public sex somewhere on the festival grounds
but they don't exchange numbers and they don't figure it's going anywhere
until the next night, when brady gets dragged by a friend to some more electronica ish shows than his usual and guess who is up on stage, looking as cheerful and handsome and game to be debauched as ever
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pleaseee for the strollonso college au i need to know who lance's fraternity brothers are! those hcs were perfect btw ☺️
Okay, so, no one motorsports wise is actually going to be in his frat, since it is a Jewish fraternity. BUT there will be some other familiar faces!
Esteban’s here, because his family ran out of money to fund his racing career when he was a kid, so it sort of fizzled out. He’s majoring in engineering and isn’t in a frat, but frequently gets invited to chapter events by Lance. He’s like frat adjacent, brother by association.
He would be in a frat though if he could afford it, just look at him. He has the energy.
(Obligatory F1 driver doing wings up. They’re so easy to make fgcu students.)
He and Lance were roommates freshman year, because freshman can’t live off-campus. Esteban was wary of him at first because of his money, but quickly realized Lance was one of the nicest dudes around. Esteban didn’t have a car freshman year, so Lance was always offering to give him rides to places. He would ask if Esteban wanted to grab dinner at the dining hall, usually tried to include him in things.
Also, for the indycar girlies, Pato is here!! (My beloved little duck) He’s a member of Alpha Tau Omega. He’s getting his bachelors in Exercise Science with a minor in communications. Social butterfly that he is, he’s like THE recruitment person for his fraternity. He’s also a member of the FGCU car club, he met Lance at one of their meets. His car is kind of his baby (red dodge charger because that is arguably THE frat dude car) - second only to his ESA corgi, Norbi.
Other drivers may pop up here and there, but these two are probably Lance’s closest friends!
#I’ll make estie’s insta later#and finish patos so I can put them in the same post#but yeah#they!!#strollonso college au#strollonso
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tagged by em @powerful-owl to describe my wips… lmk what tickles your fancy 👁️👄👁️
idk who to tag/don’t know who’s done this yet so if you write fic you should do this if you want! 🫶
#the first 2 i’ve actually put pen to paper as it were… the last 2 live in my brain for now but maybe one day i’ll free them#me posting this like there’s not a clear frontrunner 😶
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Wait this is a cute switch up 😭 eren being more of a partier than her
LMAO I KNOW!!! i always make mikasa a party girl in all my fics!!!! but i feel like in this au it makes sense for eren to help her have fun!!!! especially since he’s so nonchalant and careless he probably goes to his fair share of parties lol he’s giving frat boy adjacent, so he knows them and goes out but he’s defffff not a frat boy he’s intellectually an academic weapon with the demeanor of a frat boy lmfao
but him taking mikasa out to go bar hopping or something after he convinces her to go out with him and he always thought she was pretty in class just in normal clothes but she actually goes all out for once and eren is so mesmerized lol. but she gets hit on like crazy and he’s lowkey annoyed as fuck lmao bc he’s not her bf but she’s there with him 😭
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Seb/Lewis if it’s an older driver or adjacent to them, Daniel could be like… 75% of the grid, Kimi is just. Transcendent of relationships. Also Lando for fics about the younger generation because he’s widely accepted to be the most online one I think? Which leads to him factoring into them more than George, per se.
I'm really loving the thought process behind these. I can totally see like younger seb but also older seb right now as like...he's just there doing some environmental initiative(?) for the plot device?? Lol word on Kimi. I guess I can see Lando too...lowkey im waiting for more college au's where Logan is the default frat boy 🤭
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RA cast: modern AU
(specifically, the AU of quarantine, brownies, and belonging, aka my runaway hill slowburn, where Will, Cass, Alyss, and Horace all attend the same university, and where no one is straight and/or white)
Will: bisexual Pakistani-American, runs cross-country and distance track for the school. His major is computer science engineering, his favorite smell is sandalwood, and he’s a reformed theater kid from high school. He cooks & bakes like you would not believe. Halt is his high-school coach who got him into running and taught him to drive, since he doesn’t have the best home life.
Horace: gay Black American, throws shotput and discus and is on the track team with Will. His major is exercise science on a pre-med track and he’s like? frat-bro adjacent. Used to be a jock in high school. There’s no color in his wardrobe because he doesn’t know how to put them together and defaults to black, white, and gray. Oh, and he uses sandalwood conditioner.
Alyss: sapphic Chinese American. She attends school on a full ride scholarship and is a double major in International Relations and Computer Science. She speaks three languages (english, chinese, french), and was a marching band kid (flute) in high school. Red Bull addiction. She’s considering law as a career and only has blazers and flowy skirts in her wardrobe.
Cass: panromantic Black American. (in my head she’s also demisexual. also gender?? what is gender?? she uses she/her, for now, just because it’s convenient and she doesn’t mind it.) Majors in business with a concentration in fashion design, almost definitely has ADHD, and is the only reason Alyss has a functioning sleep schedule. She’s barely five feet tall on a good day. Will wear almost anything, always has acrylic nails except on her second and third finger.
Halt: Will’s distance running coach from high school with a Mysterious Government Job on the side. Is happily married to his husband, who is sadly not Crowley. They own a ranch and raise horses together, and Will is still not sure if Halt is just a horse girl or if the horses have to do with his top-secret second job.
Crowley: Will’s and Alyss’s computer science professor. Aroace, puts whiskey in his coffee, is excellent friends with Pauline in the IR department. They’re working together on research about the growing technology gap in the global north and south. Always wears a jean jacket with various pride pins, and his hair is always in a topknot with a stylus stuck in it.
Pauline: the token straight, hijabi, is the first gay adult Alyss has ever met and therefore was adopted as a surrogate mom on the spot. They meet for tea every other week in her office while Alyss catches her up on everything.
#rangers apprentice#will treaty#horace altman#alyss mainwaring#cassandra/evanlyn#halt o'carrick#crowley meratyn#pauline dulacy#modern au#quebebarb
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you say brother’s bff slash grad student doyoung and i raise you his evil adjacent…..brother’s best friend slash college frat guy johnny .
cat this is ridiculously funny because i was JUST telling mads about an au where fratboy johnny CONSTANTLY tries to rizz you up when all you wanna do is talk to embarrassingly sexy nerd doyoung
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RECS TAG GAME
tagged by @lixesque + @petrichor-han + @decembermoonskz , thank you all sm for thinking of me !! 🧡🧡
rules: recommend 5 or more of your own works that you would rec to someone asking what they should read first & explain a little bit about the work. these can be the most popular, the ones you think are underrated, or your own favorites! then tag five other writers!
1. for reasons wretched and divine. [nsfw, 93k]
big huge surprise to everyone i’m sure 😻 in all seriousness, this was the first fic i posted on this blog, and it means the world to me. this series is seventeen chapters of combining all my favorite interests at the time (skz + greek mythology + demons) caused by severe brainrot from the kingdom wolfgang performance. i woke up that july morning last year, watched the video, and then thought abt what would become this fic for literally the next seven months 😭 it was a very fun write and i’m very grateful for the feedback i’ve received on it!
2. by my side. [nsfw, 15k+]
my ongoing minho bodyguard au series! this one’s got a little bit of everything: enemies to lovers (AND childhood friends to lovers), mutual pining, two main characters that are too stubborn/dumb to admit they like each other, and an underlying mystery that connects both of them in more ways than one 😯
3. feels like we only go backwards. [nsfw, 8.5k]
i debated for quite a while about adding “if this feels personal, that’s because it is!” in the tags when i posted this, because that’s exactly what this was: (VERY LOOSELY) based on some things that had happened/were happening to me at the time with someone i had been interested in on and off for several years. this fic depicts that, as well as a few discussions about what happens when you continuously prioritize someone else’s feelings/comfort over yours in any relationship, especially a messy one. frat boy!changbin is also very important to me and i will continue to push this agenda whenever i get the chance 😌
4. for the record (player). [sfw, 1k]
this is the shortest piece on this list, but i’m still very proud of this one. i rlly like the overall softness in this (compared to the other fics on this list LOL)—it’s a coworkers au, and it’s about being able to take care of someone like minho who might not always look after himself the best and having a nice little 3am dinner + dance in the kitchen anyway <3
5. what lies beneath (teaser). [sfw]
okay i’m taking a page out of rain’s book by recommending a work that i technically haven’t finished yet LOL but working on this fic has really reminded me how much i enjoy writing fantasy-adjacent stories—i think it may actually be my favorite genre to write. this is my first fic for ateez, and it’s about accidentally discovering siren!hongjoong on a summer trip to the beach (and maybe falling in love with him?? 🤭🤭), but you know all along that your time with him has to be limited. (right? …….)
i also want to mention one of my other wips here bc y’all. i am so excited for seasons (waiting on you) to be posted—it has been a huge outlet (LMAO) for me recently and i’m really proud of how it’s come along. it’s my first time writing for txt, and i haven’t had this kind of inspo for a fic in a while—it’s been a fun exercise in working through all the emotions you go through during a long and unexpected breakup, and i’m so excited for you all to read it too.
tagging: @nightlychans @sulfurcosmos @h0neydewmoon @seung-scrittore @starlighthan and anyone else who would like to talk about their works !! <33
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Deadline Is Up
Unfortunately, one person has missed the deadline, so there will be a post-deadline pitch hit below That story will be due by the morning of August 5.
Everyone else can relax and enjoy themselves; perhaps edit their stories more or write treats!
To fill in as a pitch hitter, please DM me your AO3 name. Pitch hit is under the cut.
Request 1 by SamoanSexGodReigns
Fandom: World Wrestling Entertainment
Pairing and Wrestlers: Natalya Neidhart/Roman Reigns:
Prompt: Roman's birthday is May 25 and Natalya's is May 27. Anything cute/fluffy/smutty with them celebrating their joint birthdays is a-ok with me. As long as Natalya is utterly and hopelessly in love, and Roman appreciates and worships her, that's all I could ask for.
Request 2 by SamoanSexGodReigns
Fandom: All Elite Wrestling, World Wrestling Entertainment
Pairings and Wrestlers: Julia Hart/Rhea Ripley, Rhea Ripley, Julia Hart
Prompt: With them both being part of spooky goth cult adjacent groups I love a good Supernatural! or Magical! AU. The Judgment Day and House of Black as separate covens is great. Rhea tutoring Julia in magic and spells because she has years of experience and Julia is still fledgling. I'd like some flirting though, some sexual tension, some allusions to them hooking up even if they don't on screen.
Request 3 by SamoanSexGodReigns
Fandom: All Elite Wrestling, World Wrestling Entertainment
Pairing: Rhea Ripley/Toni Storm; Rhea Ripley, Toni Storm (AEW)
Prompt: Rhea and Toni are soulmates. They came up together on the indy wrestling scene in Australia, both did time in Japan before being signed to WWE, where their careers ran eerily parallel, and now they're dominating two different companies.That invisible red string is still connecting them, though, and everything they accomplish is tinged with the question of what if?What if Toni didn't leave? What if Rhea did? What if they could just forget each other entirely? But they can't. For Rhea, it's only ever been Toni, and for Toni, it's Rhea all the way, but ambition is better, success is better, and they'll tear each other apart trying to get it.
Request 4 by SamoanSexGodReigns
Fandom:World Wrestling Entertainment
Pairing/wrestlers: Tommaso Ciampa (WWE)/Johnny Gargano (WWE)/Candice LeRae (WWE); Candice LeRae (WWE), Tommaso Ciampa (WWE), Johnny Gargano (WWE)
Prompt: Grayson Waller thought it was a good idea to taunt Johnny by showing up at his house while Candice was alone and vulnerable, but he never counted on the fact that Tommaso Ciampa would be there.Just anything with Grayson being a cocky douche bag, Candice being slightly unsettled, but still wanting to protect and defend baby Gargano, and then there's just always aggressive, always pent up, always violent Tommaso just tearing Grayson up. Johnny showing up at the end in a panic like 'where is he? i'll kill him!' and Candice, baby, and Tommaso are just like chillin, watching NXT would be amazing.
Request 5 by SamoanSexGodReigns
Fandom:All Elite Wrestling, World Wrestling Entertainment
Pairing/Wrestler: Dean Ambrose/Roman Reigns (WWE); Roman Reigns, Jon Moxley (AEW)
Prompt: Roman is about to mark his 1000th day as the WWE Undisputed Universal Heavyweight Champion. Jon and the BCC are getting ready to fight the Elite in Anarchy in the Arena.How do they celebrate with each other? How do they comfort each other? What do these milestones mean to them?Just anything soft and fluffy and potentially smutty is perfect.
Request 6 by SamoanSexGodReigns
Fandom:World Wrestling Entertainment
Pairing: Fallon Henley (WWE)/Josh Briggs/Brooks Jensen; Josh Briggs (WWE), Brooks Jensen (WWE)
Prompt: Fallon Henley (WWE)SummaryNXT's Country Polycule origin story.Fallon works at her family's bar as a waitress/server with Brooks and Josh being regular customers. They don't know each other, though, don't really interact until one night some frat boys start getting a little rowdy with Fallon. Josh and Brooks are angered and disgusted by how these boys treat a woman and they step in to try and defend Fallon's honor, but little do they know, Fallon is a feisty little firecracker, and she doesn't need their help.They fall in love with her right then and there and they know that they have to get to know her. Flirting/allusions to their future relationship and mentions of their instant chemistry much appreciated.
#pro wrestling fanfiction#pro wrestling fanfic#pro westling fanfiction#wrestling fanfiction#professional wrestling fanfiction#round: 2023#extreme deadline exchange
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the m2 college AU in my mind is matt ur local weed dealer frat boy adjacent code bunny jackass who's gonna end up in quant fin if he 'can keep it together' and doesn't fall in w the punks the radicals the guy that told him to try ket.
this isnt a value judgement on the recreationals but the college AU matt in my mind is the type to fully relish in the 'brain not fully formed' type questionable ideas. live in da moment escaping the Horrors bc the state isnt paying for therapy or ritalin. somehow L ends up shroom sitting him once. unparalled bad vibes that weekend. L is judgemental despite living and dying by *. maybe hes a professor or like a weird adjunct that gets paid more than the tenured ppl.
matt gets horrible grades but it doesnt matter. light is a prfoessor who does more going on talk shows and promoting his newist book than professing.
mello is such a fucking bitch no matter what his major is. most likely business but on the off chance he's into something less boring (other options are like pre-law? international relations? criminology? physics? applied sci?) he's still That Bitch. insofar as he takes ten million fucking classes, runs student board like the mob, parties three days a week. nosebleeds, weird jugemental opinions. that bitch on campus that there are a million rumors abt amongst the group of ppl who gaf.
the specific niche of their relationship depends wildly on the Context and my mind keeps drifting to other m2 AUs that are already written where they live in USA and formerly attended college
yeah no but fratboy matt & high powered nerd-that-goes-to-raves mello...and as in most of my AU ideas that involve college they end up as those NYC yuppies you fucking hate. you know. mello works in M&A or like. IB and matt is a techie. they're above it all in private but do it for the cheque. they're bad people. why wouldnt they be. they own a persian cat and go on vacations to cabo.
near is working for the government and graduated college at 14. maybe in some universe he has this Arc where m2 take him to idk. lolapoalosza and he has a meltdown so they end up going hiking and he and mello get into 'who can name more flora/fauna/rocks' competition while matt is high as a kite and almost falls into a ravine.
#a.personal#insanity from the drafts#i wrote this while standing on the bus while the bus was on the freeway#accompanied by a crying baby
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The Spins (preview)
update: final has been posted here!
Inspired by: The Spins by Mac Miller
Pairing: bang chanxreader, slight changbinxreader
Genre: smut, crack [fratboy!chan, university!au]
Length: 7k+, preview 600+
Release Date: February 5th, 2022 i hope
update: final has been posted here!
“Fuck, Chris, this shit is good.” You say, taking your second puff and handing the blunt back to him. As a naturally lazy-high person, you situated yourself further up on the bed to lean up against the plush pillows, watching Chris take his few hits. He’s hot, you’ve begun to notice. Like really hot. You never truly allowed yourself to think these thoughts about men who seemed just a little too attractive for you, not wanting to get your hopes up in any way. But fuck it, tonight you’re high and alone in a frat house bedroom with your current number one hoe’s roommate. Nothing’s off the table.
You take in the look of his lips as they slowly wrap around the blunt, his big sexy lips. Have you ever been so attracted to someone's lips before? You’re not sure you have. But if there was anyone to fawn over in this way, it’s definitely Chris Bang in front of you. Your eyes follow the blunt between his fingers and start to notice his hands, his arms, his shoulders. His veiny forearms leaning up against his knees as he stares at you stare at him. His free hand forming into a fist, accentuating his forearm veins.
Yeah, you’re definitely into Chris.
“Something on your mind?” He says, bloodshot and droopy eyes staring into yours, who have finally snapped out of gawking at his entire body.
“No.” You say, swallowing and sitting up straighter, immediately far more conscious of your posture and the potential rolls you’ve developed on your stomach and sides from slouching so hard.
“Oh,” He stands and makes moves towards the bed, sitting down on the edge, placing his hand right next to your knee and leaning back onto it, “I don’t think that’s true”
“I’m fine.” You say, stretching a hand out to ask for the blunt, expecting him to hand it to you.
Of course, Chris is nothing but a flirt, moving in closer, shifting his body so he’s sitting on his heels facing you, placing the blunt right in front of your lips, leaning in and resting one hand on your thigh, the other holding the blunt.
Shocked, excited, confused you take the blunt between your lips, taking the deepest inhale of the night.
“Good girl,” he whispers in a low growl, shamelessly letting his eyes trail down from yours to admire your chest as it rose with your inhale and fell with your exhale. Grabbing the blunt with one free hand, unsure of what to make of this situation now, you take another hit as Chris’ other hand moves to grip your waist. He moves so he is looming over you now, both of his hands on either side of your shoulders, one knee in the free space between your legs. Face to face, you finally meet in eye contact again. Letting the smoke fall out of your mouth, embracing how he looks over you.
“That’s enough for you.” He says, grabbing the blunt from your fingers and placing it on an adjacent ash tray on the bedside table. He’s still sitting over you, not moving, just staring at you with intensity, leaving no signs left unread in his eyes.
Finally he leans in, and your breath hitches and heartbeat rises. If he doesn’t kiss you soon, you’ll start shaking from the anxiety of this intimacy. He’s closer, but not making any extra moves, just staring still at your eyes. A shiver makes its way through your body in anticipation, causing your nipples to harden and perk. His eyes shoot down to your chest one last time, meeting your eyes again.
“Do it.” you say before Chris slams his lips into yours, your hands finding their way around his neck, pulling him closer.
#bang chan#bang chan smut#stray kids smut#bang chris smut#chan smut#bang chris#christopher chan#bang chan imagine#bang chan fluff#bang chan crack#stray kids imagine#stray kids crack#changbin#seo changbin#frat!au#fratboy!au#fratboy!chan#fratboy!bang chan#frat!chan#beausehun#autumn writes chan
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I've done enough aus like this to just make a very general/sterotypical au about it, and it's my birthday so i'm allowed to treat myself with some self indulgent goodies.
Au where Kokichi is a fucking Jock. Just straight up jock-kichi. he's in many sports, he's loud, he's competitive, he hangs with The Boys™, he wears a lettermen jacket, everything else and whatnot. (this is very frat boy au adjacent if I'm honest)
he's still our standard smart and beloved Kokichi underneith the stupid jock tho, instead of being childish as a cover for his sharp intelect and trickery, he's a sporty dumbass as a cover. but also he actually enjoys being sporty and competitive cause it's fun.
honestly i'm just so starved for twunkichi i manifested the most out of character possible application of it and at this point i'm too hungry for content to care. 100/10 the most self indulgent au to ever
i just want Kokichi to be buff and pick his lanky ass bf up.
#danganronpa#danganronpa v3#ndrv3#kokichi ouma#shuichi saihara#saiouma#au prompt#au idea#au#twunkichi#kai prompts#SOMEONE ELSE MAKE TWUNKICHI CONTENT I BEG#saiouma is just the nerd x jock trope in this au help
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