#i didn’t keep any friends from my dorm hall this year
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Special Girl
Cw: pining, mentions of masturbation, piv sex, protected sex, oral (m&f receiving), fingering
The sound of your front door opening and closing was normal, someone was always on the move, but your interest was piqued when you heard your brother laughing, indicating he probably had a friend over, and you prayed it wasn’t who you thought it was
Your brother’s best friend growing up was Leon Kennedy. He was just a year older than you, and you’d always had a huge crush on him. Actually, crush was a weak word for this.
You were
hand-in-your-panties-like-your-life-depended-on-it obsessed with him.
You were a slut for him and he was none the wiser.
You sat and thought for a moment before making up your mind. Timing it perfectly, you crossed the hall to the bathroom as your brother came up the stairs with his friend, letting you see who it was.
Fuck, it was Leon.
He seemed much more handsome than he was the last time you had seen him. Maybe it was because it was summer, but his skin was tanner and his hair was more blond than usual. He was Adonis in the flesh, everything you could ever want.
You spend a few moments pretending to use the bathroom, flushing the toilet and washing your hands to make it convincing. Then you duck back across the hall and into your room.
It’s begun to get dark and you're laying on your bed wrapped in just a blanket reading National Geographic. You’d gotten accepted to Penn State for anthropology, and you wanted to spend your summer preparing for when school started up. Your walls were covered in clippings from previous issues, the city of Petra, the carved churches of Lalibela, ancient statues, any picture that interested you honestly. You loved to look around your room at them all while you thought.
You’re pondering what all you’re going to take to your dorm when you hear the garage door rumble open. Your father was home, which meant it was almost dinner time.
A groan escapes your lips as you roll off the bed and shuffle to your closet to find clothes. You clutch your blanket around your shoulders like a cloak as you dig around, pulling out an oversized sweatshirt and a pair of basketball shorts. Not exactly the best dinner outfit, but decent. You knew if you looked too nice your brother would pick on you for being a try-hard later.
When you go downstairs to help your mother set the table, you're more than surprised to see Leon doing it already.
“Oh Leon, you didn’t have to do that,” you say, reaching out a hand for the remaining silverware.
“Oh, hello,” he mumbles. “Your mom said I could stay for dinner, so it’s the least I can do.”
“Honey, you can get the plates. You know, Leon goes to Penn State too? Glad to know I’ll have someone to look out for you.”
Your cheeks turn pink at your mother’s words, and you're grateful that your back is turned. Look out for you.
“So uh, how do you like it?”
“S’alright, I guess. Better than being sent to Harvard, like my old man wanted. He wanted me to be a lawyer.”
“That’s good. Are you going for criminology like you wanted?”
“Yeah. I’m really glad to have done it. It was nice, standing up to him for once.”
“Yeah…”
After dinner’s been served and you’re just sitting there, poking at your plate, halfheartedly pretending to listen to your brother ramble about the upcoming soccer season, you can finally say you’re bored. Your father replies to whatever it was David had just said when you feel a foot brush against yours.
At first, you thought it was an accident, but when it happens again, you look up, meeting Leon’s eyes as he chews before looking back down at your plate. A few moments pass without another brush, so you cautiously stretch your leg out and bump your foot against his. Leon doesn't react to your touch, he just keeps eating.
Maybe it was an honest mistake. You mentally berate yourself for thinking he would touch you on purpose. You jump slightly when you feel his foot on your calf, gently stroking it.
“You alright, y/n,” Leon questions, looking as innocent as possible while he torments you, unbeknownst to your family.
“Yeah, just a chill, that’s all.”
“Oh, okay,” he shrugs, turning his attention back to David and your father.
Your cheeks burn and you take a couple more feeble bites before asking to be excused.
You laid awake that night, wondering what the fuck that was all about. God, you really needed to piss.
You rolled out of bed and pulled on your fluffy robe before heading to the bathroom.
When you step out of the bathroom, you bump into someone.
“Sorry David, didn’t see you.”
“And where are you going, pretty girl?”
Fuck. Nobody told you Leon was spending the night.
“J-just back to bed.”
“Why d’ya sound so nervous, hm,” he questions, backing you into the bathroom and closing the door.
“You scared me, that’s all.” Your robe was riding up and the counter was so, so cold against your bare ass.
“Just like you were chilly at dinner, right,” he questions, you can hear the grin in his voice as he lowers his head beside your ear, lifting your chin with his finger.
“Leon…”
“What, baby? Say the word and I’ll stop.”
“Please, don’t,” you whisper
He leans away and takes a step back.
“No, wait- that’s not what I meant, Leon please.”
“Ah, so you do want me then?”
You nod.
“That isn’t enough, sweetheart I want you to say it.”
“Leon, that’s not fair, please. Need you.”
He chuckles to himself and returns to his original position, lips brushing against your neck as he speaks.
“You need me, hm?”
You nod again, slightly aware of how pathetic you’re being, but too caught up in Leon’s affection to care.
“What does my pretty girl want, hm? How bad do you need me,” he whispers, brushing his fingers up your thigh and under your robe.
“Nothing on under there. Was that intentional or did I just catch you at a good time?”
“I never wear anything to bed,” you murmur, bringing your hand up to rest in his hair, giving it a slight tug as his lips abuse the tender flesh of your shoulder, teeth grazing against your collarbone as he groans.
“Go wait for me in your room. I’m gonna make sure we won’t be bothered.”
You nod softly and poke your head out of the bathroom, making sure no one's watching as you scurry across the hall into your room while Leon hangs back.
After what felt like eternity, Leon comes into your room, easing the door shut behind him and sliding the lock into place. Your nerves are absolutely shot, and you shiver as you watch Leon come towards you, the way his tight shirt hugged his broad shoulders and slim waist, accentuating his silhouette.
“Is everyone asleep,” you question, pushing yourself up in the bed, tugging your robe tighter around yourself.
“Yeah,” he hums, sliding into your bed beside you, taking a swatch of your pink satin sheets between his fingers and feeling it. “Nice sheets, I see why you sleep naked.”
You giggle and rest your head on his shoulder. You had been awkward around Leon for as long as you could remember, In middle school, watching him from across the cafeteria as he flipped through an X-Men comic and filled out the mail-in sheet on the back, or in high school when he shrugged at every girl that tried to ask him out and you had been so sure he’d give you the same answer, so you’d never bothered.
Despite being dismissive most of the time, he was there when it mattered, like your junior year, when you had snuck out and gone to a local college party and gotten absolutely smashed. Leon had been there too and followed you around all night, shielding you from grabbing hands and switching your drinks out for water as the night wore on before driving you home and helping you sneak back into your window. Or when he’d come hiking with your family and you’d gotten water intoxication and he’d carried you back to the car to cool you off and taken you to get some extra salty fries while your family finished their hike.
But things were different now, you were both adults, and you knew that he wanted you as he tilted your chin up and pressed his lips to yours softly while his free hand went up to caress your cheek. His hands were calloused from his frequent visits to the gym, but they felt so good as they roamed your features, tracing the curve of your lips. The bridge of your nose, the arch of your brow. You wanted nothing more than to feel his hands all over your body.
“Leon,” you whine, tugging at the hem of his shirt, trying to get him to take it off. He finally takes the hint and pulls his shirt off and drops it on the floor. You yelp as he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into his lap.
“Shh, we still gotta be quiet, baby. Can’t get caught can we, then I can’t come visit anymore, hm?”
“Sorry, I just wasn’t expecting it,” you whisper, leaning in and kissing along his jaw.
“Mh, feels good,” he mumbles, exposing his neck to you as you trail kisses all across his throat, grazing your teeth along his Adam’s apple, making his breath hitch.
When you pull away your robe is barely covering enough of you to be considered decent. Leon looks up to meet your eyes, groaning when you untie your robe and let it slide down your shoulders, exposing your shoulders and the tops of your breasts. He allows his gaze to drop back to the soft plain of your tummy, the curve of your hips and the way the blanket wrapped around your hips pools between your legs just enough to cover the one thing he needs the most.
You can feel him, straining against his shorts as you cautiously lower yourself to brush your pussy along his sensitive bulge.
“You should take these off Lee,” you hum, tugging at the waistband of his shorts.
He nods and lifts his hips, allowing you to pull them down so he can kick them off. He groans as his cock springs free from the confines of his pants, standing at attention, so close to your entrance he can feel the warmth coming from you.
You shrug your robe the rest of the way off and drop it down with Leon’s clothes, moving from his lap, kneeling beside him and resting your head on his thigh and kissing it softly once before licking along the underside of his cock, making him grip at the sheets.
You tease him relentlessly, kissing and licking at the tip of his cock, your warm breath fanning against his skin. He lets out a deep groan when you finally take him in, tongue swirling around him as you take him deeper into your mouth. Tears prick the corners of your eyes as he tangles his fingers into your hair and guides you to take him into your throat.
“You’re such a good girl,” he whispers. “You’re taking me so well, fuck,” he moans bringing his other hand to caress your cheek.
Leon studies the way your body moves as you pleasure him, the arch of your back, the curve of your ass, the way you look up at him as you moan around him.
“M’gonna cum, fuck. You gonna let me cum in your mouth?”
You nod weakly as you take Leon deeper into your throat, pressing your nose against his tummy as he finishes. You lap at his tip, making sure you don't miss anything as you pull away, swallowing thickly and gasping softly as Leon pushes your hair out of your face and smoothing it down.
“You did so good for me,” he praises, stroking your cheek and motioning for you to lay back. “Let me return the favor, hm?”
“Please,” you whine, laying back on your bed, watching intently as Leon takes his place between your legs, right where you’ve always wanted him, tips of his fingers lazily trailing along your thigh while he looks up at you.
He teases your entrance before easing two of his fingers into you, making you whimper.
“I don’t normally do this, but you’re my special girl,” he whispers, ducking his head between your thighs and throwing one of your legs over his shoulder. “But you have to be quiet, okay?”
“I’m your special girl,” you question, a warm blush spreading across your cheeks as he rests his head on your thigh, his hair tickling the tender flesh there.
“Always have been. Why do you think I look after you like I do? You promise you’re gonna be quiet?”
You nod and give him a gentle smile, laying back into the pillows and running your fingers through his silky hair. He curls his fingers into you, testing the honesty of your statement, pleased when you only let out a soft whimper and lock your ankles around his shoulders.
Leon takes your encouragement and buries his face between your thighs, tongue lathing against you as his fingers continue their steady rhythm inside you. Your soft moans and the way you tug at his hair are more than enough to drive him insane, urging him to focus his attention on your clit to draw more out of you, his fingers lazily curling into your sweet spot as he grinds his hips into the mattress, looking for a little relief of his own.
“Leon, ah- ‘m so close.”
You can feel him grin against you as he nudges his nose against your clit before taking it back between his lips, making you shove your fist in your mouth as he draws an orgasam out of you. He chuckles and just keeps eating you, not caring about the way your legs shake around him, or your heels digging into his back, or the way you’re dangerously close to ripping out a chunk of his sandy blond hair. No, all he cares about are those cute little noises you’re making, accented only by the occasional whine when he brushes his fingers against that spot inside you.
Finally he pulls away, tongue darting out to lick his lips as he crawls his way up to you, his fingers still buried to the hilt in your dripping cunt.
“How was that? Hm? Anyone ever done that for you before?”
You shake your head and he grins, leaning down to press a sloppy kiss to your lips. You can taste yourself and it’s one of the hottest things you think you’ve ever experienced.
“You think you’re ready for me, baby?”
“Yeah… I can take it.”
“We’ll see,” he teases, pulling his fingers out of you, making you whine at the sudden emptiness, and brings them to his mouth, sucking all of you off of them. “You know baby, you’re just so damn good, don’t want to waste it.”
You reach up and wrap an arm around his neck, pulling him down into a kiss, teasing your tongue against his lip, smiling against him when he allows the intrusion. He pulls away and you reach for him, but he doesn’t yield to your grabbing hands, reminding you that he’s just been a willing participant in your arms until now.
“You have a condom?”
“I’m on birth control.” That’s what guys really wanted to hear, right?
“Not good enough.” Oh. He actually wanted one.
“Top drawer of the nightstand, not sure they’ll fit though.”
“You flatter me. Ah, here.” He rifles through the drawer until he finds one, tearing the little foil packet open with his teeth, hissing softly as he rolls it on.
He’s back on top of you as soon as he’s got it in place, grinding his hips against yours and pulling your legs around his waist.
“See, now you can keep those pretty legs of yours around me as long as you want and we don’t have to worry.”
You giggle and reach between your bodies, taking him into your hand and giving him a couple of strokes before lining him up with your entrance. He eases himself into you until he bottoms out, using one hand to lace his fingers with yours while the other grips at your headboard.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good. Didn’t know what I was missing until now.”
He starts out with a slow pace, taking the time to pull almost completely out of you before sliding back in, relishing in the way you push your hips up to meet his. Taking it slow was almost unbearable, but you were his special girl after all, and he wanted you to know he’d look after you however you wanted, even if it meant torturing himself to get you used to him.
After a small eternity you tell him to speed up and he doesn't need to be told twice. His thrusts become short and deep, the sound of your bodies meeting filling the stuffy silence of your room as he keeps his lips on yours swallowing down the moans that tumble from your lips. He takes his hand from yours to knead at your breast, enjoying the way they bounce every time his hips slam into yours. He knows you’re close by the way you tighten around him, so he opts to lean back and grab your hips, digging his fingertips into the supple flesh there, setting a punishing pace as his own hips stutter and he lets out a whine as he cums, lazily thrusting to carry you through before pulling out and falling beside you, pulling the condom off and knotting it, dropping it into the trash can beside your bed.
“So,” he questions, propping himself up on his elbow. “How was that?”
You’re still laying there trying to catch your breath, so you just let out a choked sound of agreeance.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, just-”
“Just what?”
“A lot of things. Good things. But-”
“Start small then.”
“None of my other boyfriends would kiss me after I sucked them off.”
“Boyfriend?”
“Sorry,” you laugh nervously, sure you’d already screwed it up.
“Don’t be. I’m not opposed to it. In fact I’d quite like to be your boyfriend, but what else.”
“And then you ate me out, and-”
“Go on.”
“I’ve never cum like that in my life.”
“Those other guys were missing out then,” he replies, wrapping his arms around you, pressing a kiss to the back of your head.
That’s what you always liked about Leon. No matter how much you could try to stroke his ego, he always took it humbly. You wiggle yourself around to face him and press a kiss to the tip of his freckled nose
“Hey, baby, I don’t want to just run out on you and ruin a good thing, but I gotta go back soon,” he whispers, resting his forehead against yours before slipping out of your bed and getting dressed. You watch with a twinge in your chest as he makes his way towards the door.
“I understand. Are you gonna come see me again?”
“You know it baby,” he grins, opening the door and slipping out before easing it shut behind him.
#texas thinks#fanfic#Leon s Kennedy x reader#smut#fluff#resident evil#leon scott kennedy#pre re2#Leon is in college#reader is starting in the fall
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i wish i knew how to keep friends :( making friends is… hard, but doable. if i have a reason to be near someone and they’re amenable to my Autism Beam of infodumping, i can usually make them tolerate being around me for as long as that activity lasts.
but semesters end. mutual interests fade. activities wrap up. and then those people leave. not to say i’m not thankful for however long their friendship lasted, i just wish people were more likely to want to be friends because they liked me, not because i was a body near them to spend time with.
#sometimes they stay. it’s not often but it happens#and then i’m scared for the rest of the friendship that anything could make them leave#thinking of all the friends that just… stopped replying to me the second they weren’t forced to spend time with me#i lost basically every friend i had when school went online in 2020#with the exception of my dnd party. i’m scared that if we stop playing dnd i’ll lose them too#my call of cthulhu campaign ends… tomorrow. technically#the two other players i met through this campaign#and i really like talking to them. i have. not a ton in common with them#but i’m so scared that once we don’t have the connection of the campaign i’ll lose their friendship#i didn’t keep any friends from my dorm hall this year#i was always on the periphery#the only person i still talk to from any of my classes is my partner#i don’t think she really… gets. how lonely i am#because she has *so* many friends.#and for good reason. they’re a wonderful person that i could talk for days about#and idk what i did to even deserve her friendship much less whatever we got going on now#i just wish i could keep more connections#that i wasn’t always doomed to have to start from scratch every time something ends#but i guess it’s sort of my fault too#im too scared to overstep some unseen boundary that i don’t reach out to make a connection in the first place#anyone who stays has to be pretty stubborn lmao#zephyr talks
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Antisocial Bookworm
A/N: I haven't written anything in like 3-4 years, but then I ended up down the Mattheo Riddle rabbit hole on TikTok. And here I am lol. Please be kind, as I haven’t written about him before, this is my first go at it.
Part 2 😊
Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x Fem!Reader
Summary: you didn’t think of yourself of a main character, but rather a background character. Though the Slytherin heart throb thought otherwise.
Antisocial Bookworm
The afternoon was on the sunny side, but there was a cool breeze that had students wearing jumpers and cardigans. You were no different. You were sitting under a tree in the courtyard, legs stretched out in front with ankles crossed, and engrossed in a book. The students around you made noise that you barely took note of, for the book in your hand being far too interesting then the real world. You didn’t really have any friends, nor did you socialize. Books were better company than people.
But hearing the voice of the one and only Mattheo Riddle, you took your gaze from the book before you and looked at Slytherin heart throb that was joking around with his friends. Watching the smile upon his face as he laughed at whatever one of them had said, seeing the brightness in his deep brown eyes. Not to mention how the breeze tousled his curly brown locks. Mattheo was so appealing to the eye that he could easily be the physical form of a character from a book.
You sighed. Like you had a chance with Mattheo. You weren’t in any way like a main girl from a book. You didn't think you were that bad looking, but you weren’t no great beauty. You would say you are average. You chose clothing that was comfortable over fashionable. Your hair was tied up out of your way, though bangs framed your eyes. You were more aimed as a background character then the main female of any book you read.
Turning your gaze from the no chance in hell of a male before you, you went back to your book and enjoyed the afternoon of peace. Book’s may take you on a rollercoaster of emotions; but they would never let you down, never hurt you. They were safe, they were comfort to an antisocial body like you.
If you believed you couldn't be the main girl from any of the books you read, Mattheo thought the opposite. To him you were the central character. You may not have noticed but the Slytherin male noticed you and how you were always reading. Studying you he knew when you had reached a rather fascinating part of a book, for you would draw the book closer to your face, eyes moving slightly faster than normal taking in the words from the pages. Or when you had reached a more romantic moment, for you would have a soft smile upon your face while playing with the necklace around your neck. Or when you came to a sad moment, you would frown and look like you were ready to put the book down, but force yourself to read on.
Compared to the other girls that flirted, threw themselves at him or he could tell they were interested in him, you were a breath of fresh air. Mattheo knew you chose to keep your distance from people. He knew you didn't really have friends, but rather acquaintances. And it wasn’t a bad thing. Sometimes having to put time and effort into relationships was tiresome, and he had thought about taking a page from your book - no pun intended - sometimes.
Soon time passed and students began to head back inside and to their common rooms or dorm rooms, to discard their bags and get ready for dinner in the Great Hall. You finally stopped after a rather thrilling chapter, putting in your bookmark you put the book in your bag before getting up off the ground. After a quick stretch, you slung the strap of your messenger bag over your shoulder and headed back into the castle. The whole time not realizing the deep brown eyes that followed your every more. Or when the owner of the gaze followed you inside, his friends in tow.
There had been a few times Mattheo had had a chance to talk to you, but his nerves would always get the best of him and he would chicken out. Which was very unlike him. Everyone had this image about him. Confident, a little cocky, smartass, chaotic and a tad mysterious. But he honestly was far from most of those words. For the guy couldnt work up the courage to actually talk to you!
Eventually he lost sight of you when Draco Malfoy had called him over. Reluctantly Mattheo stopped and turned from you, though it was very hard to. The fellow Slytherin had informed him that the party in their common room was going ahead. The finer details had been sorted out, and Mattheo was advised to spread the word to anyone from the other houses. Part of Mattheo hoped you would show up to the party, but he wouldn’t hold his breath. For you hadn’t shown up to any recent parties, or really any of the parties thrown.
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Later that night in the Slytherin common room, the planned party was in full swing. Student’s were dancing to the loud music, and smuggled alcohol was being consumed. All in all it looked to be talked about for weeks to come. Everyone knew every house threw parties to try and outdo the other houses. And no one was complaining.
Mattheo was standing around with his friends, drink in hand while listening to a story he’d heard Merlin know’s how many times. But get alcohol in anyone’s system and they will say just about anything, all depending on their level of intoxication. He scanned the room, noting all the girls that were eyeing him off and smiling when his gaze rolled over them. But none of them were his little antisocial bookworm.
Though unbeknownst to Mattheo; you had been dragged to the party by none other than Pansy Parkinson. You may not call her a friend, but to her you were. As you were the only brutally honest girl in your year. And Pansy respected you for it. So she had pushed you to come to the party, attempted to get you out of your shell and try to make human contact and conversation. Besides being in a classroom and maybe the brief pass in a hall or meal breaks in the Great Hall, Pansy barely heard you speak. Many thought you were mute because of your lack of speaking.
“Pansy, really I was fine staying in my dorm” you said as the mentioned female held your arm and led you through the dancing bodies. “And did you really have to pick my clothes and do my hair!?”
Ah yes she had to give you a small makeover. Pansy not only wanted to do something nice for you, she also wanted to entice one Mattheo Riddle. Pansy may come off a tad vapid and self centered, but she could see the looks both you and Mattheo gave each other. So she thought a small push might be good for you both.
“You need to socialize. Books are good, but they can’t be everything Y/N/N” Pansy said, giving you a pointed look. “And it's a party, you need to wear something a little more out there”. You rolled your eyes at Pansy’s words.
You looked down at the long sleeved, slightly low cut v-neck top Pansy had picked, and matched with a simple corduroy mini skirt that had buttons down the front. Both clothing items paired with black ankle boots. It was more fashion forward then you are used to. But you decided to humor Pansy, throw her a bone. And with your hair out, cute pins holding the hair back from your face, you felt somewhat like the main girl from your books. Though you could laugh at that notion. You weren’t meant to be the lead.
“Hello boy’s” Pansy said after you both made it through the dancing students, and over to the Slytherin boy’s she hung out with.
Deep brown orbs looked up, shock shining in his eyes upon seeing the creature at Pansy’s side. Mattheo blinked a few times, making sure it wasn't the alcohol that had him seeing you before him. And dressed in something that wasn’t the school’s uniform or lackluster clothing he had seen you in around the castle or at Hogsmeade.
Then his deep brown eyes were met with soft Y/E/C eyes, and his breath hitched before taking it away completely. Never had your eyes met this close before. Sure across the hall or class room. But here you were standing before him, allowing him to see how crystal clear your eyes are. Let’s not forget that the reaction’s Mattheo was having was exactly the same as yourself. You had run over this kind of scenario in your mind, a small moment of fantasy to get you through the afternoon or night. But you had never thought it would ever happen, till this moment.
“Y/L/N? I almost didn't recognize you!” Draco said with a surprised laugh. Which made you shrink into yourself, that self conscious feeling creeping up.
“Oh Draco, be nice” Pansy said, wrapping her arm around you, making you stiffen up from the contact. “Y/N/N is a friend. Play nice”.
‘Friend…how foreign’ you thought, observing Draco and Pansy as they continue to converse.
Mattheo was doing his best to sit back at Draco’s comments. He might have been his friend, but the guy had no ability to read a room or a person. Right from you arriving at the group he could see how uncomfortable you were, how you moved from foot to foot with uncertainty that you should be there. How fish out of water you were.
The group continued to talk, Mattheo speaking only when spoken too. You not talking, keeping to yourself like always. You had moved to sit on the armrest of the couch, once Blaise Zabini said you could and he didn’t bite. Pansy saw the pointed glare Mattheo had given the male for that comment, and she couldn't help the smirk that crept on her face.
“Y/L/N, this is the first party you've come to this year, right?” Draco asked, and you nodded. “I’m surprised you’ve stayed in your room so much. But with your head in a book, it happens”. He laughed.
Mattheo’s fist clenched. He did not like anyone making fun of his bookworm. Downing the last of his drink, Mattheo did his best to keep down what he’d like to say to his friend. He rose from his seat, he decided to get you away from this situation, fueled by the alcohol in his system giving him the courage to do so.
“Y/N” he said, a strange but exciting word leaving his tongue, getting your attention. “Why don’t we get some drinks?” Mattheo asked, holding up his empty cup and silently saying let’s take a break from them.
“Okay…” you finally spoke, not hesitating to get up from the armrest, and moving to follow Mattheo. All the while Pansy watched on, the smile on her face growing with every passing moment.
You both moved over to a corner where the drink’s were situated. Putting down his own cup, Mattheo grabbed a clean cup for you, and proceeded to pour you both a drink. You stood beside him. Not sure what to do or say, just moving from foot to foot. Handing you a cup, Mattheo clinked your cups together before taking a sip from is, not once taking his eyes off you. You followed his lead and took a large gulp of the liquid, hoping it would help with your nerves from the fine specimen before you.
“Don’t listen to Draco” Mattheo started after swallowing his sip. “The guy doesn’t understand how to read a room. He’s full of himself” he finished with a small smile.
You felt your heart skip a beat at Mattheo's small smile, brown eyes focused on you and messy brown curls that were begging to have a hand run through, ever so enticing. The temptation to pinch yourself to make sure this was real, was strong but went against it. If this was a dream you didn't want to wake up. So far tonight was female lead level, not background character. Has the world finally gone mad? This didn’t seem plausible. But here you were. At a Slytherin party. Dressed like a cool kid, drinking and standing before the leading male character. Yeah, if this was a dream you didn't want to wake up.
“It’s hard to not listen to him,” you said looking at your drink. “I’m not exactly known for my social skills” you looked back at Mattheo with a small smile, that did a number on him.
He nodded, “still...don’t take it to heart”. It was your turn to nod your head. “Is your drink alright?”
You looked down at the cup of liquor before back up to the brunet before you. “Yeah, it's fine. Thanks”.
With drink in hand, you both reluctantly went back to Pansy, Draco and Blaise. Upon your arrival, you took to sitting on the couch next to Pansy, as Blaise had moved to sit next to Draco and converse. Mattheo took to sitting on the armrest next to you. You all sat there, conversation being made by the Slytherin friends. You sat there and observed them, being so close to people you had observed from afar was strange. Going from the onlooker, to the insider was new.
After a few more drinks, consumed by you and Pansy, said girl dragged you to dance. You had tried to dig your heels in and protest, but she didn't take no for an answer. You moved with the uncertainty and grace of a baby animal learning to walk. A total train wreck. But Mattheo thought it added to your quirky, cuteness. He watched as you slowly loosen up, and soon moved more freely, feeling the music. The liquor in your system was finally taking effect. You felt like you were floating as you moved around with Pansy, a small smile on your lips and an occasional laugh escaping your mouth.
Once you and Pansy started to get out of breath and tired, both made it back over to the boys. By now their group had gained three other people; two Ravenclaw girls and one Hufflepuff boy. You perched yourself on an armrest catching your breath and fanning yourself. All the while Mattheo never taking his eyes off you, unless entirely necessary.
“How about we play a party game” Pansy said, suddenly looking around the group. “Has anyone ever played suck and blow?”
A few answered they had, Mattheo being one of them. You on the other hand had not, nor any idea of what the game was. Thankfully both Ravenclaw girl’s didn't know what the game was either. So Pansy explained the game. Using a playing card, you had to pass the card around to another player only using your mouth, hence suck and blow. The goal is to make it around the circle without dropping the card; if it's one person or two that drops the card, they need to take a drink from their cup before trying again.
“Everyone understand?” Pansy asked, getting a playing card. Everyone nodded their heads. “Wonderful! Now let's move to sit in a circle.
You all moved to a decent space away from the dance floor. Pansy took charge and made sure it went boy, girl, boy, girl, etc. And making sure to put you and Mattheo next to each other, and sadly one of the Ravenclaw girls on his other side. When everyone was sitting, cups in front and ready to go. Pansy started it off going right, placing the card to her lips she sucked to hold the card in place before getting close to Draco to hand the card off to his mouth. As he came in and sucked, Pansy blew just enough so the card was passed off perfectly. Draco turned and handed off to the other Ravenclaw girl, who then passed off to Blaise. From there he passed onto the next Ravenclaw girl, she just managed to save the card from dropping, making everyone watch with bated breath. She passed the card onto Mattheo, who took it with ease. Then he turned to you, eyes looking directly into yours. He moved close and brought his card covered lips to yours. Thankfully you managed to somehow function and take the card from him. Though his scent, cigarettes and cologne hit you, dulling your sensors for a moment.
The first round would have been successful if the Hufflepuff guy, after getting the card from you, had been able to off load to Pansy. But their timing at pass over faltered, the card falling from them. And they both had to drink from their cups, all the while everyone else laughed. Draco commented she was lucky he didn't kiss her. Which sent your and Mattheo’s minds into thought. That could have been them. How close they would be to kissing. Mattheo had wished he had been tempted and dropped the card, his lips coming in contact with your own. He had always wondered what it would be like, what your lips felt like. He knew he had to do it, the liquor encouraging him to do so.
Draco started this time, passing the card onto Pansy, who then passed it to the Hufflepuff. The Hufflepuff guy looked to be struggling, and Mattheo prayed his pass to you either was successful or it dropped and no lips touching. They were his lips, and only he would get your kiss. The hand off failed and the card fell, thankfully no lip colliding. Both you and the Hufflepuff guy took a drink. But when he tried again, he failed again and had no lip touch. Another drink from the alcohol before you both. Your head was starting to swim, you weren’t sure if you liked it or not. This time the hand off was successful, the group cheering with a laugh. Now you had to pass it to Mattheo. Your heart skipped a beat when his eyes met yours, the pointed gaze he gave you, it sent a shiver down your spine.
You moved in towards Mattheo, just as he moved towards you. You moved your arm, hand on the ground to brace yourself, and it brushed his leg just as you both came in close to pass the card to the other. Feeling your arm brush his leg caused Mattheo to lose his breath. The playing card falling from between you both, as you had just blown the card. Mattheo’s lips came into contact with your lips. Realization flashed across your eyes, that continued to look into the brown pools of Mattheo's. He noted your lips were soft, fitting perfectly with his own. Hearing the laughter and whistles from those around you, you pulled away from Mattheo, saying sorry and avoiding his gaze. He never took his eyes off you, more interested in watching you then playing the game or those around you both.
Pansy was grinning like the cat that got the cream. But then told you both to drink up, which you did, and then had to try again. This time you managed to hand off the card, making sure to avoid Mattheo’s gaze. Afraid that you’d falter and the card would fall, but would you both kiss again? You shook the thought from your head. The thought of kissing him made your stomach flutter with butterflies. Yes, you had fantasized kissing Mattheo. You never thought you would get too. But you did. Truly an experience that no imagination could get right.
After that round a few more people came over wanting to join the game so you opted out, a Gryfindor girl taking your place. You headed over to the drinks table and made yourself another drink, slightly on the stronger side. After kissing Mattheo you needed the drink. You drank your drink watching the group you had just been a part of. You watched Mattheo. He was laughing and enjoying himself. You watched as the Ravenclaw passed him the playing card, she was so close you know she'd gladly get in his lap. Then he turned, now passing the card to the Gryffindor girl, who you saw place her hand on his knee.
Reality washed over you in a harsh wave as you watched those before you. They were laughing, drinking and having fun. The dancing bodies across the room, lost in the music. It was all another life, part of the social scene. One which you knew you didn't fit into. The role of the observer, the outcast screaming in your mind. Part of you telling you that you didn't belong, that Pansy, Mattheo and their friends were humoring you, maybe you were some sick joke for their amusement.
Your breathing began to pick up with the thoughts running through your mind. Maybe you were a joke, a social experiment. Slytherins were known to be cruel. But a small part of you didnt believe Pansy would do that. You both had a mutual respect for the other after one time being in the girls bathroom after Potions class. Two Gyrffindor girls were making fun of Pansy. Unfortunately neither realized that said girl was in the stall next to you. Pansy casually opened the door while one of the girls was mid insult, upon seeing the Slytherin girl all words were lost and silence followed. Next there was the turn of a tap and running water, you gathered Pansy was washing her hands. As she dried her hands, that's when the Slytherin bared her fangs before striking, Pany's retort to what the gossiping girls was the brutalest you had ever heard. Without a word both Gyrffindor's hightailed it out the bathroom. You heard her sigh in frustration. And that was the moment you bumped the cubicle door.
"Who's there!? Come out!" She said in anger.
You exited the stall with hands up, showing no ill intention. Upon seeing you Pansy relaxed, leaning back against the sink. You slowly moved to the sink next to her, when you were sure she wasn't going to verbally abuse you, and washed your hands.
"I know everyone talks about me" Pansy said offhandedly. "I shouldn't play into their hands. But sometimes you have to stand up for yourself".
You nodded your head drying your hands. "I understand. If people are going to paint you as a villain, you might as well give them what they want" and with that you left the bathroom and Pansy.
You downed what was left in your cup before placing it on the table, that was it for the night. It was time to leave, time to take yourself back to your dorm room, where you could finally feel safe and secure. Time to discard the clothing that you wore and put on that that was familiar, trustworthy. You could take refuge in your bed, wrap yourself up in your blankets where no one would judge you, mock you. It was time to crawl back into the background, hide from the main stage and go back to being nothing more.
Mattheo had been playing the tedious game, making his friends happy. But he had been keeping an eye on you. Watching and gauging your every movement. He wondered what was going through your mind. Were you thinking about him, the kiss? Because he had been. It was just about consuming him. And fueled by alcohol he wanted to kiss you again, feeling the courage to do it. When both Ravenclaw and Gryfindor girls had got bold during that round of suck and blow, Mattheo decided to step away from the game, saying he was getting a drink.
Looking back to the drink table and you once he was up on his feet, Mattheo was confused when you werent there any more. He looked around, surely you couldn't have gone far. He spotted your back as you made your way towards the dancing students. Without another thought he went after you. He needed to check on you, make sure you were okay. Coming to a hallway he saw you slowly making your way from the common room.
"Y/N" Matheo called out to you. You stopped upon hearing your name but never turned to face him. "You okay?" He asked, walking closer to you.
You took a deep breath, trying to get your head to focus and form words. You were shocked someone had come after you, but you were in disbelief it was Mattheo. Said male came to your side, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder, snapping you out of your thoughts.
"Ah...yeah!" You said a little flustered. "Just heading to my room...all partied out…"
Mattheo nodded his head, though he didn't fully buy your answer. But he did not push it. He was grateful for this moment, for tonight. And wasn't going to ruin it in any way. Mattheo moved to lean against the wall of the hall, his eyes never leaving you. Maybe he was afraid if he looked away you'd be gone.
"You look good" Mattheo suddenly said, eyes roaming over you. "Not that you don't look good everyday! It's just nice to see you in something different!" He'd kick himself if he could. Tripping over his words.
You could feel the blush on your face from his words. Hearing what he had to say made your stomach flip. "Thank you…" you said softly.
Mattheo smiled at your words. "Did you have a good time tonight? Hopefully the party wasn't too boring" he laughed softly rubbing the back of his neck.
You looked up at Mattheo, your eyes meeting yet again. "It wasn't bad…" you started, pausing to think over your next choice of words. "It wasn't bad...just not something I'm used to. After all; I'm the recluse, antisocial bookworm haha".
He nodded. "I get it. But I'm glad you came" he said with a soft smile.
Those butterflies coming back in full force. Pushing off the wall, liquid courage taking over, Mattheo moved to stand before you. He pushed back your hair so it fell over your shoulder and down you back, his finger moving softly along your shoulder, softly caressing the small chain around your neck and finger tips running over the pendant of your necklace.
"I hope you'll come to the next party" he said breathlessly, his brown orbs drowning in your own. "Maybe you could even come to The Three Broomsticks for a butterbeer with us?" Neither of you were sure if he meant just the two of you or with him and his friends. But there was no clearing that up on his part.
"Sounds...good" you replied with a shaking breath.
Flashing you a bright smile Mattheo reluctantly dropped his hand and stepped back from you, allowing you both a chance to breathe. "I will say good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow. That I shall say good night till it be morrow", and finished with a slightly dramatic bow.
At first you were stunned. Letting his words and actions compute in your brain. Once it registered you blushed and laughed softly at his ode to a classic play that you read often.
"Goodnight Mattheo…" you said softly before turning from the Slytherin before you, and finally heading back to your room for the night.
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A/N: I’m open to constructive criticism haha. I’m thinking of doing a follow up one-shot, let me know what you think.
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Lip Gloss
Pairing: Vil x fem!reader
Fandom: Twisted Wonderland
Genre: fluff
Word Count: 800
You run into Vil Schoenheit in the early morning, who decides that you need a bit of a makeover.
“Epel, you’d better have a good reason for waking me up at 5 am to bring you sweets,” you grumble into your phone speaker as you hurry along the halls of Pomefiore dorm. “I swore off visiting this cursed place a week ago, remember?”
“Still not sure why you did that,” your best friend’s groggy voice came from the other side of the call. He sounded as if he had just woken up. “It’s not as if the dorm is haunted or somethin’. Ramshackle is worse when it comes to that stuff, y’know.” He pauses, and you hear a loud yawn in the background. “Just get here soon, ‘kay? I’ll let you in my room.”
The line went dead before you could protest. Shoving the device in your pocket, you speed up, trying not to track mud onto the grand carpets as you go. But just as you round the corner to the first-year wing of the dorm, you run right into a firm- and familiar- chest.
“Come here, potato. What is the issue with you today? Your uniform is a mess.”
Oh, no. As luck would have it, you’d bumped into Vil Schoenheit- the one person that you didn’t want to see today. In fact, he was the whole reason you were avoiding coming to Pomefiore in the first place.
It’s not that you disliked Vil. In fact, you admired him quite a lot. But as of late, the sight of the handsome housewarden was making your heart do flips in your chest. Quelling the feeling took more of your emotional energy than you were willing to give up. So, your solution? Avoid him at all costs until you figured out a way to squash these growing feelings.
“H-hi, Vil,” you sputter as he pulls you towards him, tugging on the collar of your shirt and aligning it better with your frame. “Um. There’s nothing wrong with me today. I just got out of bed, so I’m a little disheveled.”
Vil clicks his tongue “One must be aware of how they look to others at all times,” he reprimands, but it’s clear that he’s not mad at you. His voice is gentle compared to the way he speaks to the others in his dorm. “Hmm… your hair is getting a little on the thin side. You should come by my dorm room later today- I have a shampoo that’ll fix it up right away.”
You’re fidgeting under his touch as he fusses over you. Your face is heating up more by the minute, and you’re thankful that his attention is trained elsewhere, lest he notice your flustered expression. “I appreciate the help, but I really have to go see my friend now,” you hedge, trying to inch away from him.
“Not so fast.” Vil reaches his arm out, placing it on the wall beside you to keep you from escaping. “You don’t have any makeup on, potato. Do you expect me to just let you go, bare-faced?”
He guides you towards one of the benches in the hallway nearby and all but forces you to sit, before settling down beside you. Out of nowhere, he pulls out a makeup bag, emblazoned with his name. Vil opens a small compact mirror and reapplies his lip gloss, then turns to you again. “Close your eyes. I have some foundation and eyeshadow here that’ll fit your complexion perfectly.”
It’s oddly peaceful, letting your eyelids flutter shut gently while the soft bristles of a makeup brush dance over them. For a moment, you can forget just how close Vil’s face is to yours; how his hands brush over the apple of your cheeks while he applies blush and contour. Your phone is ringing in your pocket- Epel must be getting impatient. But you can’t bring yourself to pick it up.
Soon enough, Vil taps your cheek gently, prompting you to open your eyes once again- just in time to see Vil swipe a tube of lip gloss over your lips- the same one that he had used on his own just minutes ago.
You all but squeak when he’s done, nearly ruining his hard work when you try to bury your face in your hands. Fortunately, Vil catches them just in time, shaking his head.
“Ah-ah, you know better than to touch. What’s gotten you so worked up today?” Vil releases one of your hands to cup under your chin, coaxing you to look him in the eyes. You’re vaguely aware of yourself as you mutter something about an indirect kiss, dying inside as you realize that he heard you. But to your surprise, Vil just laughs- and presses his lips to yours in a gentle peck. “Potato, if you wanted a real kiss, all you had to do was ask.”
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Short: Hush
After refusing to upload this for a day, Tumblr finally budged! This took a lot longer than I wished to write. Well, who can blame a lazy student right? I can only keep the industrious facade for so long. Some irl experience *wink wink* helped crank this one. (This is not a retelling.)
This is the prequel to Noise.
3,360 words of Park Sieun
Enjoy!
University. The four years of your life where you can make or break the rest of it. At least, that's how I saw it. The high pressure, an unfortunate side effect of such a perfectionistic pursuit, required sacrificing many things that I saw as necessary at one point. I was enrolled in a program that took all the time. Studying most nights, usually holed up beside my bed or in the library, tonight felt just like any other. It was a routine I'd gotten used to, but sleep's siren song called with so few people at this hour. The custodian wasn't even around, just a single librarian at the first-floor desk. It was a weekday, the last where we needed to be on campus, and there was a holiday tomorrow and the weekend after that. I didn't feel like going to my dorm, but I didn't want to be lazy.
I study alone. Group study never appealed to me, though a friend here or there would come. People I know knew my routine well.
A message lit up my phone screen. It was Sieun.
[Hey, you're in the library?]
[Yeah] I replied.
[What floor?]
[5th]
Sieun didn't respond after that. There was no elevator, so I only assumed she was on her way up the stairs. Seeing the door open and her come through, laptop and textbook in hand as she waved at me. She asked me the cliched question as she laid down her stuff.
"You read that other chapter yet?"
"Nope, barely halfway with this-," pointing to my screen, the pdf opened.
"-Aish, quit studying; you have the whole weekend anyways!" Sieun jokingly exclaimed.
I wasn't. I was just reading other things.
"Oh well, you're right, bye-bye!" I replied, pretending to close my laptop.
"Yah! Don't leave me here," she replied, shutting me down, "I don't want to go home yet, so do whatever you want."
I knew Sieun had a lot of friends, I didn't have much, but they were just as introverted as me. I was probably overthinking it to have a girl from class join me; she was a coffee shop kind of girl. Even more confusing, she was known to be nice to everyone, everybody's friend, but she was smart about it, not becoming a stereotypical caricature of the more socially well-endowed. Typical of an overthinker like myself, I didn't question her company if it didn't make me uncomfortable.
"Oh, you too, huh," I said as I opened my phone.
"What?" Sieun asked, confused.
"When you don't feel like going home, you just hang around somewhere."
"Oh," she seemed to relax, "Yeah, when I don't feel like greeting too many people."
“Besides, I’m an introvert anyway, just happens that I’m just an attention-seeker as well.”
“I can tell,” I replied.
She grabbed her headphones from her bag, holding it in my direction, "Wanna watch?"
"What you watching?" I asked, hoping to myself it wasn't some blood-boiling thriller drama.
It was a rom-com—nothing I find stressful. I agreed, then Sieun told me to scoot over beside her.
I didn't know how long or what time it was, but we were still waiting for someone to come up to tell us to go home. It wasn't that late. Before I knew it, we were six and a half episodes in. We sat comfortably and moved now and then, not to lock our muscles up. I had my right leg up, with my left hand dangling in the space between the chairs. Keeping my focus on her laptop, I didn't mind, nor did I want to overthink her gesture; it was a cold hall.
That was until I felt her right hand slowly gliding over my thighs, barely feeling her fingers over my pant leg. But she wasn't doing well if she attempted to be discreet. Sure, I knew what to do, but I was just too unsure, so I whispered.
"Sieun."
"What?"
I simply pointed down where her hand was. A smirk appeared on her face.
"Oh," she whispered, a blush joining her smirk as she looked up at me. At least, she tried to.
"I've heard some things about you lately."
"Fuck," I muttered under my breath. I knew what Sieun meant. I always let my lips loose whenever I was inebriated, though I knew secrets were always off-limits. Unfortunately, that meant my arrogance stuck out, perhaps a little too much to disregard myself. She let out a chuckle.
"Don't regret it now," Sieun said, looking at the door before matching my gaze, having a different look in her eyes, mere inches away, even in the dark. She wanted something from me.
"Don't worry, I'm the right person to hear about it," she slowly said, noticing her left hand already tugging at my arm, pulling me in.
Sieun's eyes then darted for a split second to my lips. She then shut her eyes—a soft smooch—and the next thing I knew, I was opening mine. We were much closer now. I was probably red because she was too. I was, however, sober; her words echoed; why would she be the right person? It was impossible to think straight; I just swallowed my pride.
"Just give me a chance," she said, almost in a whisper, taunting, "I know you'd want me too."
Wait. Did Sieun just ask me if she could do me? Was I being gaslit? Didn't this scenario only exist in movies? I swore I panicked for a second.
I just smirked, then gave a peck on the lip as an answer. Almost throwing herself on me, returning more than just a peck, it had collapsed into a full-on make-out before I could even count to ten. My hands were on Sieun's thighs and neck, with hers on mine—a handsy affair. It was a side of her I hadn't seen before or one I only expected to happen in printed fiction. I knew everyone had their own pervert, and mine was a tomcat on the prowl. Though now, even the wildest I've heard of seemed tame. All because this was reality.
"I never thought you were naughty," I quipped.
"So did I."
Wanting to see how true that was, we kept pushing and pulling with our lips, not noticing how handsy we were becoming. Sieun was softly groping the bulge between my legs and, with my right hand, moved down from her neck, mirroring hers, three fingers pressing where it was the warmest.
"Wait, wait, wait," she pulled away as I tried to move up her sweater.
Standing up, Sieun closed her laptop, the drama having run away from us becoming steamy, straddling me into an embrace, pressing herself right up to my face before using her fingers to point me upward and back to her lips. It felt electrifying, the room becoming colder and warmer as our lips approached each other. She was going somewhat slower now, and noticing my hands were idly gripped to her thighs, she grabbed my wrist and put it on her waist. I wasn't planning just staying there, going down and slipping upwards under her sweater; the problem was that it was in the way.
Giving me one loud, suckling kiss, she moved back, almost forcing herself to. She hurriedly pulled her sweater off herself and dumped it where she sat. Grabbing my left wrist again, but now putting on her right tit, squeezing the moment my palm landed on it.
It was small, little by anybody's standards. After all, Sieun was petite. To make myself clear, I laid my lips where I felt it, even with the shirt on. Being so exposed where we sat, anything beyond the sweater was off-limits, but she already had untucked her shirt when she took it off.
Though as we continued to make out, I slid my hand into it, and firmly grabbed her tit, feeling the soft mound held in place by her bra, cursing that fact in my head, only to be distracted by Sieun suddenly darting her tongue out when I did. If that was so, then so should I, softly squeezing with my left hand, my right moving back to her ass and copying it. A slight jolt came from her as she grabbed my wrist from under her and pulled away.
"Let's not do this here," Sieun said.
"Couldn't you have said that earlier?" I replied, annoyed.
"I just got carried away," she sounded sad.
She was thinking of something.
"Alright, let's go to my place after this," Sieun said. I just agreed with her.
Giving me one more kiss, she got off of me. Looking at where she was gazing, it was on the large old shelves of the archives room. Filled to the brim with cardboard boxes, some empty, others half-full, and more empty, yellowed-out periodicals, and some published medical and law reports. But as an imaginative kid with too much access to the internet, I always thought it was the ideal place for a quickie.
Looking back, she knew I had checked out the same place.
"You thinking what I'm thinking?" she asked as she tied her hair.
I just nodded. I had no idea.
Before I knew it, she flashed me a smile and darted off. I stood up and followed her into the room as she turned into a shelf with a higher shadow, having long forgotten, hard-bound folders stacked above it, creating a shade. I stopped. For a second, the old legends my grandmother told me flashed back, one of the pretty fairies that lured young men into the hills, just for them never to come back down.
But now isn't the time for tall tales, even if it felt like one.
Following where I last saw Sieun, she dragged me to the window sill. Gently pushing me against the wall as she planted her lips on me again, much more tender this time, with her hands on my chest. I was running on instinct, driven by the perpetual motion of her lips. All sorts of images popped up in my head, the least of which involved carrying her and fucking her raw then and there.
A storyboard straight out of a manhwa—that was stretching it—but I was already in her pages anyway.
After making out for a bit, and now with me up against the shelf, Sieun looked around before dropping down to my crotch. Her squat turned into kneeling as she grabbed and undid my belt, putting her left hand under my crotch and massaging my balls through my boxers. The feeling of butterflies in my gut quickly left as blood pooled on my cock, sparing her at least a quarter of the work as she pulled my boxers down and took it in her hand.
Sieun was not shy. Looking up at me as she opened her mouth and pointed her dick at it. Her tongue made a swift flick on the tip before wrapping her lips around it, tugging at it as she went to work. It was a quickie, after all, and there'd be no excuses if somebody came past and caught us. Thankfully for her, the past few minutes gave me plenty of images to be erect quicker, the best of which was the feeling of her mouth doing me.
I felt my breath begin to shorten, maybe even shake, as my tip got harder and, thus, more sensitive. Taking a hand off and hearing a slight gulp as my cock enlarged in Sieun's mouth, a slowly rising pace to come along with it, maybe even a hushed moan as the world seemed quiet at that minute. Looking down to see my cock firmly wrapped in her lips as her tongue glided up and down slowly, needily, and readily. The tip brushed against the top of her mouth as every vein on my shaft was pressed by her tongue. She gave herself a few dips as she tried to settle in a pace; the last of them went too far as her lips hit my crotch. Gagging, her face turned sour as she pulled away, suddenly catching her throat.
"You okay?"
"Yeah," Sieun said as she swallowed, reassuringly saying, "I-I'm fine, it’s just been a while."
Regaining her composure, she puckered, then wrapped her lips around the tip, starting slowly at half length before going all the way in. This time being more careful not to make herself gag again. So she went, continuing where she had tripped earlier, the whole hiccup not even being counted to ten. Setting a speed that left me holding on to the shelf as she closed her eyes and reveled in her work. Seeing her head twist slightly to the left as she wasn't using her hand, I could hear a low humming as she sucked on my shaft. Almost going down the same way and hitting the back of her mouth, though this time she wasn't going that far and enjoying herself.
Thinking that was the end of me, she reluctantly pulled her lips away and licked my cock upward.
"I'm not going to say this any other way," she followed, "You got a good one too."
An ego boost. I would even think it was an unnecessary one.
"You're not lying, aren't you?"
"Hmm?" Sieun said with half my shaft in her mouth, giving it a few tugs with her lips and only stopping when she felt the slightest twitch of my cock on her tongue, asking back as she kissed it.
"Am I lying now?"
I didn't answer. It was enough an answer either way. Sieun eased her head back down on it as she continued. Thinking I was to be carried away easily, she suddenly sped up, even catching me off guard as I felt myself shudder when my tip hit the back of her mouth. What made her stop wasn't a gag this time, but rather the loud suckling that her lips made, once, twice, three. She stopped, then suddenly looked up and saw the surprise in both our eyes.
Realizing her error, she had no way to go but slow, which meant teasing me much more. I just hoped she was the type to swallow.
Closing her eyes, Sieun then formed a ring with her index finger and thumb; she kept her lips tightly sealed while her tongue circled my tip. Catching me off guard when she slipped it over her tongue and dove down, feeling the tightness of her lips and the pressure of her tongue as she slowly got deeper close to where her fingers were at. She just had to top it off, looking up at me—as if waiting for a compliment—while she passed every vein and let the pressure slowly build up.
Keeping at that for a good minute, she ensured I lost track of time. By that point, she knew that she was just dragging me along by that point any faster, and I'd explode down her throat. I became more sensitive as she tasted the precum, seeing her eyes react as the secretion came onto her tongue. So, she enjoyed herself, tilting her head and probably moaning quietly. On my end, my breath was already shaking, and I was biting my lip.
I was always shy with dirty talk. Though if there was anything like a "romantic blowjob," this was it.
I've yet to hear of one-night stands that get too attached. But Sieun was in the same class; this would either end awkwardly or something was up. Then I remembered what she said earlier, but before my brain could fly away, thinking itself to death. I was brought back down with one swift swipe of her lip.
Looking down to see Sieun picking up the pace as my knees began to buckle under the sensual barrage from her front; she was anticipating me to break any moment now. I just knew that it was a thin line for her to cross, but whatever confidence she had now, she was not misplaced. Going deep and only deep, save for a few tugs at the tip, as keeping my mouth shut became much more challenging.
Pulling away with a loud pop, she kept it going with a handjob.
"You like it?" she asked.
This was the worst time to ask. It's like Sieun paused the porno.
I just nodded like an addled boy. She licked her lips and smiled.
I took a big gulp as her lips engulfed my shaft again, knowing I was at my last straw. Just one tight slurp after the other, and I was just about done for.
A thunderbolt. A single swipe of Sieun's tongue sent me shaking, curling, drowning. Her lips barely held the saliva in a while, and my twitching became quicker, using everything she could to try and make me cum. Just barely crossing the threshold, though this time, it was her making the noise. Leaving any sense of awareness as she moaned and hummed to herself as she tried to rein my shaft in her mouth. Feeling her mouth tightening, it was the death knell of me, whether it was me imagining it or it was her intent, but I just knew this was it.
When I went quiet, I knew my end was up. My jaw dropped in silence as my knuckles began to turn white, holding onto the shelf. Sieun's eyes, the only way I could tell anything from her, shot up in surprise as my cock, her lips midway, hardened and began bursting in her mouth. Perhaps, a little too early, the second spurt, a warm, gooey one that made even me jump, as it hit the back of her mouth. Feeling an instinctive gulp and watching her react as the rest followed. Slowly moving while her eyebrows furrowed, probably surprised by the sheer volume or taste, trying to keep it in her mouth, fighting the urge to swallow, while her tongue stayed where it was. As my orgasm died down, and having done her bidding, she slowly eased back.
It was perhaps an unintended consequence on her end that I'd let out that much cum. I just hoped she wouldn't be too mad. Slowly taking her lips off, my cock was covered in drool but looked clean, except for the tip, which had expended itself.
Sieun put her hand under her face, probably to spit it out. Looking up at me before she drew her hand away and swallowed it all, but not without some discomfort in her expression, then licked her lips before stating the obvious.
"That's a lot," she said as she stood up, "and hotter than I thought."
"What?" I asked, a little confused, while I pulled my boxers up.
"Everything, the blowjob, where we are, um," Sieun stopped.
"What is it?" I asked again.
"No," she hesitated, "I'll just tell you on the way down."
Not wanting to ruin the mood by prying, I just scoffed, letting her go. We then left the shelves like nothing had happened. It might have been witness to other couples doing more daring things than a tame, silent blowjob. Sheepishly walked back to our table, and while thankfully nobody came, it seemed like a ghost town with how late it was. Just two bags and personal belongings strewn on the table, forgotten by their owners. I had lost track of time from when she kissed me, but I knew that was a lifetime ago.
There was a sense of silent urgency among us as we packed, flashing a shy smile or two as we knew we'd be doing a lot more once we got to her place. Leaving the room, what she did next surprised me and made me feel warmer than whatever we just did. She put her arm around my elbow. As we made our way to the staircase, we decided to go the route that prevented us from seeing the librarian's desk. Sieun then put herself beside my ear and spoke up almost in a whisper.
I turned red, shy even, but with a tug, there seemed no need to run.
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Disaster - Lee Know
Purely a work of Fiction.
Word Count: 2,765
Pairings: Lee Know x Reader, Jisung x Best Friend Reader
Warnings: Idk that there is any?
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To say that you and Minho were friends would be a gross overstatement. Sure you were in the same social circles and had a lot of mutual friends but you had a deep disdain for the man. You couldn’t remember why anymore but you were always one to carry a grudge, even if you couldn’t remember the cause. You used to be a trainee but decided to leave and pursue dancing. You kept a lot of friends in the company though. Which would be how you ended up here. A party in the 3RACHA dorm. Jisung had invited you since you two have become close over the last few years. The only downside to this friendship would be the proximity to Minho. He was not only one of Jisung’s members, he was his best friend. Almost his other half. This caused you to be around Minho more than you would have liked.
Now you stand in the kitchen of the dorm to try and get away from all the people. You had lost Jisung over an hour ago and you didn’t know a lot of other people here. Sure every time a person came into the kitchen you exchanged pleasantries but that was it. The party was starting to feel suffocating. You knew the beginning signs of a panic attack and set off to find Jisung so he could help. However before you could make it farther than the couch your hand was grabbed by none other than Minho himself. You didn’t even have the strength to try and shake him off. “Y/n?” Your name left his lips grabbing your attention, “ Jisung?” He shook his head before standing and dragging you along to wherever he was going. Blindly following the man you hated was not on your radar tonight.
When you look up again you see that you're now in the hall and are entering the other dorm. He gently leads you to the couch and helps you sit before disappearing. He appeared seconds later handing you a water bottle that you gladly took. He placed himself on the floor in front of you. “I need you to breathe with me.” You nodded and were trying but couldn’t get a good rhythm and just ended up more scared because you felt like you couldn’t get enough air into your lungs. “Okay okay.” He got up from the floor and was now glued to your side. He gently placed a hand on your chest and one on your back. He pushed gently making your chest mimic deep breaths. You both stayed like that for a while before he removed himself from your side. Before you could even thank him, he was up and out of the apartment. Leaving you sitting on his couch questioning everything.
Once you felt stronger you made your way back to the party to see everyone was significantly drunker than when you had left. You needed to find Jisung to tell him you were leaving, otherwise he would have your head in the morning. You found him in his room, shoved up against the door to prevent any visitors. You shoved your shoulder into the door and it must’ve surprised him because he moved allowing you to enter. He visibly relaxed once he realized it was you. He pulled his headphones down to rest around his neck, “ Everything okay Y/n?” You nodded, “ Yeah, I’m just gonna head out.” He pulled you into a hug and smiled once he let go, “ Text me when you get home, Yeah?” Nodding you left his room and made your way to the door. Only someone decided to block your path. Looking up at the person in front of you, you were once again met with Minho. “Can I help you?” You asked him while looking up at his face. Before you understood what was happening you were in Minho’s arms receiving a hug, “ You can’t leave without letting me hug you first.” You were at a loss for words. You were frozen in his arms never expecting this. You felt him rest his chin on your head and he spoke again, “ You’re the perfect height for me to rest my chin on your head.” That sentence was whispered so you thought that was more a thought he wanted to keep to himself and let out accidentally. You gently put your hands on his chest and gave him a gentle shove and he let you go. He looked down at you with such a soft expression you were surprised he was even capable of such a thing. “ Well you are cute, ah! I mean- you're not cute, but you are? I'm just going to shut up now." And before you could even utter a word he was gone, disappearing into the crowd.
Finally getting home you immediately got into the shower. Trying to scrub the day away but one thing kept coming up, What the hell did Minho think he was doing? Hugging you? Calling you cute? You were pretty sure the whole hating each other thing was mutual but now you’re not so sure. His actions tonight make you rethink your entire relationship. What little of one you’ve had since you met him. Was it all one sided this entire time? You thought about it all night, resulting in not sleeping much. Your alarm startles you from a light sleep. You open your eyes and have just one thought, Did Minho like you?
You tried to distance yourself from everyone while you grappled with all this new found information. It had been nearly two weeks since that party and Jisung texted that he was having another one tonight. You had practice late but would try to show up afterwards.
Of course, late practice then ran late and you got to the party nearly 4 hours after it had started. You were seriously behind in terms of alcohol consumption but you weren’t worried, drinking wasn’t really your thing. You found a chair in the corner of the living and just relaxed into it slowly drinking the beer you grabbed. You liked people watching, one of your favorite things. Your activity was interrupted however when a body sat in front of your chair. You knew it was Minho right away. You weren’t sure how you knew but you did. Moving your legs to give him more space he gently grabbed your calves before you could move too far. He placed your legs against his chest while you sat there frozen. “ You had practice?” You could form a coherent thought with his hands still on your legs but the noise you made was enough confirmation for him. He took his hand and began to slightly massage your right calf muscle. You couldn’t help but melt into the chair at his touch. It was so gentle and your legs were so sore. He spent a while on your right leg before moving to the left. Your eyes were getting heavy and already knowing you were in the presence of someone safe you let yourself be consumed by sleep.
Waking up was normal. Until you opened your eyes. You recognized the sheets the moment you saw them. Your entire body relaxed as you realized you were in Jisungs bed. Slowly throwing the covers off you saw you were now in a shirt and a pair of boxers. Your normal borrowed sleep attire. Walking out of the room and into the kitchen you saw Jisung asleep on the couch. You then heard sounds coming from the kitchen and turned the corner to enter. Only to see Minho standing there shirtless and cooking. You rubbed your eyes and groaned. “ Morning Gorgeous.” You groaned even louder, “ Shut up.” You shuffled your way to the couch and decided the best way to wake up your best friend would be with your body weight. He was laying on his stomach on the couch and you laid across his back on your stomach. He groaned and moved a bit and made it so you could wrap your arms around his abdomen, “ Morning Sungie.” His answer to you was another groan as he started to roll over. You maneuvered yourself to where you were now laying with your head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around you before speaking, “ Get up. I gotta pee.” It caused you to break into loud laughter as you got up so he could move. If he hadn’t asked you to move you never would've looked up and seen the clear look of jealousy written across Minho's face.
Minho’s POV
Minho heard footsteps coming down the hall before he spotted you. Wearing some of Jisung’s clothes. He never liked when you wore Jisung’s clothes. Or any of the members' clothes. Yet you never asked him. You were always distant with him and he never knew why. He smiled at you as you rubbed your face, “ Morning Gorgeous.” He couldn’t help the tone that it came out with. He hated that. Whenever you were around he was completely at your mercy and you had no idea. The only time he could be okay around you was when he was drinking because then he had an excuse if you didn’t want him around. He watched as you made your way over to Jisung and climbed on top of him. He could feel the jealousy already coursing through his veins and he knew to bite his tongue. If he told you everything would change and he wasn’t sure it would be good. He continued to watch as Jisung rolled over and brought you to rest on his chest. Minho felt his chest tightening with the thought that he wished it was himself instead of Jisung. Now Minho knew there was nothing between you and Jisung. The two of you were practically the same person. Minho turned on his heel as Jisung passed him on the way to the bathroom. Moving back to the stove to continue cooking he felt a presence behind him a few moments later. He looked over his shoulder and saw Jisung leaned against the counter staring at Minho, “ What?” It came out a bit snappier than Minho had anticipated. “Hyung, Why don’t you just tell her how you feel?” Minho hung his head. They had had this conversation so many times. He gave Jisung a look. A look Jisung knew ment, he couldn’t. He was so afraid of change he was willing to suffer because he couldn’t even bear the thought of you leaving the group entirely if you rejected him. He couldn’t let that happen. So he was going to keep his feelings to himself. Although lately it has been really hard. Instead of helping him avoid you, the alcohol was driving him towards you, he was gonna slip up. He just knew.
Y/n POV
Ever since you saw that one look of jealousy on his face you had been more attuned to Minho then you had ever been before. Honestly it was freaking you out. It was like you could feel him from across the room. The most recent was just a day or so ago when you were all hanging out in the living room of Minho’s dorm. You sat next to Chris on the couch and you liked to play with people's hands when they were talking to you. So in the midst of your conversation with Chris you were playing with his hands in yours. Now, all the boys know you do this and don’t take any issue with it. Except for this time Chris pulled his hands away and put them in his pocket while looking somewhere behind you. It was then that you felt it. It was like someone was burning holes into your back. You whipped around only to catch Minho giving Chris what could only be described as a death glare.
“Jisung!” You called as you walked into the 3RACHA dorm. Bin looked up from his phone and smiled at you from the couch, “In his room.” You smiled and made your way to his room. Knocking ,” Are you decent?” The door swung open and he gestured for you to come in. You sat on his bed, “ I need help.” He was confused as he sat down next to you, “What do you mean?”
“I think Minho likes me.”
“Okay?”
“And I don’t know what to do about it or how to feel.”
“And you need my help, with what exactly?”
“I don’t know.”
“Y/n. That's not helpful.”
You just let out a groan as you threw yourself backwards to lay on his bed.
“Why can’t he just make a move already?”
“Do you want him to?”
“Oh shit. I- I guess I do.”
“Holy shit.”
“Holy shit. I like Minho.”
Jisung started laughing, “ I’m glad you finally figured that out. But how are you gonna tell him?”
“I’m not.”
“Y/n.”
“Jisung.”
“ You’ve had the revelation, now what do you want to do with this new found information?”
“I really don’t know. Would he even give me a chance with how much of an ass I've been the entire time I’ve known him?”
“Trust me. I know him pretty well. He will.”
“How do I do this?”
“Just tell him?”
“Gosh Jisung. I hadn’t thought of that.” As you playfully smack his arm.
“Wanna make him have no choice but to make a move?” You turn to face him with eyebrows raised.
“I’ll take care of everything. Just be here tomorrow night at like 9.” You nodded, not making a move to get up.
It was slightly past 9 when you showed up, letting yourself into the dorm to see the guys and some of their girlfriends. Everyone was in matching pajamas with their partners. “Y/n! Your pjs are in Jisung’s room.” You went to his room and changed, coming out to see that you didn’t match Jisung like you thought you would no, you matched Minho. You saw him look from you to Jisung then to himself, taking notice that your pjs matched his. His ears turned bright red. The night started out with movies and games. Now it was nearing 1am and everyone was slightly wine drunk, “ I have an idea!” Jisung pipes up. Everyone turned their attention to the man who now seemed giddy, awaiting an explanation.
“PEPERO!” He yelled out before running off into his room, returning with a box. You could feel your face heating up. If this was his idea of how to tell Minho, you weren’t sure you liked it. It started off easy with the couples of course going first. Then went to some of the members and lots of hooting and hollering before it was your turn to be matched with someone. “Wait! Let's do it blind folded.” Before you could object there was a piece of cloth covering your eyes, “Open.” Opening your mouth, you feel the pepero placed in your teeth. Sitting on your knees completely blind you waited. It took a while and a lot of coaxing from the others, then there were two hands placed on your cheeks, tilting your head ever so slightly. You could feel the person get quite close but bite before your noses even touched. “Awe c’mon!” You took the blindfold off just in time to see Minho turn towards Jisung, “I’m not gonna just kiss her without consent!” He looked back at you, not expecting you to have taken off the blindfold. “You have consent.” His ears and neck turned red immediately as he shook his head, “What?” You moved your body so you were closer to him, “I said, you have my consent.” He didn’t want his brain to stop him again. It was sudden, his hands rested gently on your cheeks and brought your face to his. Lips meeting gently. The kiss was slow. Nothing more than two peoples' lips meeting but you could feel like fireworks going off in your heart and the butterflies fluttering in your stomach. He pulled away; eyes still closed. The boys were once again yelling. He dropped his hand from your face. He slowly met your gaze to see you smiling. You brought your hand to his face and moved impossibly close to him. Nudging your nose against his you quickly place another short kiss to his lips. Barley above a whisper, “I think I love you” A smile graced his gorgeous features before he replied, "I've been in love with you for 5 years, thanks for finally catching up."
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A/n: I could try a part 2 but idk, probably be just fluff, or i could make it angsty.
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Collision (LMH x F!Reader) - Teaser
pairing: football player!Minho x RA!reader (afab)
genres/au/rating: smut, fluff, some angst, college au, 18+
summary: The school year was a chance to start fresh - make new memories, meet new people, and most of all to leave the past behind. But Lee Minho is determined to make sure you never forget the one summer night you'd spent with him - no matter how hard he has to work for it.
warnings: brief, non-graphic smut, minor alcohol mention, brief swearing, more warnings to come with the final fic
word count: 1.3k for the teaser
a/n: roman empire this, roman empire that. what if I told you my roman empire was this tiktok edit of Super Bowl Minho? like i literally haven't gone a day without thinking about it since i saw it, so of course it's spiraled into a full fic. also totally not because i was also an RA who lived next to a pack of frat boys in college (not at all). this teaser is very unedited, and subject to change, but hopefully you'll enjoy the fic when it comes out! please let me know if you'd like to be tagged!
The common room was oddly quiet. Normally, you’d hear people shuffling around and chattering in the halls, their laughter echoing off the dull grey tiles. But right now, silence. With the dingy wood and fluorescent lighting, it felt like a ghost town. It wouldn’t have bothered you on any ordinary day. Except today was your first meeting with the new residents of your dorm as their RA. And it was five minutes to eight and they were nowhere to be found.
You honestly couldn’t understand why anyone hadn’t shown up yet. The bulletin board had been decked out in the colours of your school football team, the Stray Kids, and you’d even promised snacks! In fact, a lot of the people you’d run into in the halls had been excited to come - or maybe they just felt pressured into it by your overeagerness. Now, looking at the different spreads of cookies and brownies you’d baked with the help of your roommate Felix, your heart sinks. Speaking of Felix, where was he?
You’d been looking forward to the start of the school year all summer, so excited to finally embrace this job and your new responsibilities. But even more than that, you were so excited to make a handful of new friends heading into your senior year. Your entire college career had been consumed by studying and getting involved in a million different clubs, and although you hung out with Felix, and a few others, you felt like you’d been lacking in the experiences that made college… well college. And what better way to get access to college experiences than to be left to look after a rowdy group of students?
You hear footsteps thudding down the hallway, and heavy breathing, and all of a sudden, Felix’s freckled face comes into view. You shoot him an angry glare, before softening when you realize he’s not alone. Three other boys walk in after him.
“____, this is Jisung, Jeongin, and Seungmin. They’re down the hall from us.”
“Welcome you guys!” you set aside your anger, putting on your best smile for them. The three of them greet you happily, not even lasting five seconds before descending on the snacks, and you giggle at the way Jisung’s cheeks puff out as he stuffs chocolate chip cookies into his mouth.
Soon enough, more people shuffle in, until the common room is filled to the brim with residents, and you let out a sigh of relief. Maybe they didn’t hate you after all. Before, long, everyone is settled in, and you waste no time, heart pattering as you launch into an explanation of the rules and expectations for the year.
As expected, a handful of people are nodding off, while others have their eyes glued to their phone. However, Seungmin, Jisung, and Jeongin are hanging off your every word attentively, smiling after every phrase, and despite it being corny, you can’t help but find them endearing. You’d have to make a mental note to visit their room later and get to know them.
While you continue on, not wanting to keep everyone too long, you notice a couple of guys sneak in the back, twenty minutes late, and immediately your smile drops. The blue jerseys tell you immediately that they’re the players from Stray Kids. A few heads turn when they walk in, and suddenly, there’s a hum in the air, the residents thrumming with excitement at the sighting of campus celebrities. Suddenly, all the attention is off you and on them.
Felix shoots you a look of apology, and you huff, watching the meeting go down in flames. You don’t know how many minutes pass before the crowd dies down, people spilling out one by one, until only the four players and Felix are left.
Putting on your fakest sweet smile, you stomp up to them, ready to give them a piece of your mind, when you bump into a solid chest, strong arms wrapping around you to steady you.
“Whoa there, you good?” A deep voice booms out, and you look up to see Chan, the captain of the team, looking down at you with a smirk.
“I—,” you begin, nostrils flaring in anger, but you’re interrupted once again by Chan.
“Sorry for crashing your little party, practice ran late, you know how it is.”
His eyes are alight with a glimmer as he says it, taking you in.
“I’d appreciate if next time, you could let me know, so I can plan ahead,” you grit out through your teeth, watching another one of the guys, one with arm muscles so huge he could probably rip a tree in half, loom over the cookies you’d laid out.
“That’s Changbin,” Chan chuckles. “And over there is Hyunjin.”
You look to the door, where another tall, lanky player is leaned against the frame, a look of casual disinterest on his face. He gives you a nod, and you scoff under your breath, hoping he doesn’t hear you.
“And this is Minho, our other roommate.”
You freeze on the last introduction, finally taking in the final figure in the room. He’s just as paralyzed as you are, unable to move, lips parted in shock. Feeling like you’ve been struck by lightning, you feel your throat tighten, unable to look up. The ground beneath you feels like it’s about to give way, and you’re suddenly aware that Felix is no longer in the room, mentally cursing him out in your head for leaving you alone right now.
“Hey,” Minho finally manages to get a word out, and your eyes snap up to his, watching the way he shoots an easy smile in your direction.
You hate the way your heart reacts to that smile, because you’d promise yourself once already you’d never let it get to you again. All of a sudden, a distinct memory from the summer comes rushing back to you, one you’d tried so hard to bury in the back of your mind.
Twinkling fairy lights, red solo cups on the table out back, and Usher blasting from the speakers. The one house party you’d snuck out to this summer with your best friend, Ryujin. The one where you’d met him.
Those same lips had smirked at you from across the room, dark and serious eyes inviting you to come over and take a chance. And you had. Lips crashing onto his, Minho’s kisses swallowing your moans. The music from the party gradually fading as he leads you upstairs, the soft click of the door locking behind you before he’s pushing you onto the bed. The cute outfit you’d chosen to wear that night discarded carelessly to the side, Minho’s hands tracing circles across your stomach, his lips latching desperately onto your neck, sucking blooms across your skin. Minho on his knees, your legs thrown over his shoulders, eyes completely blown with lust, looking like he wants to devour you. Watching the dim light hit the lean lines of his body as he strips, his soft groan when he pushes into you, digging your heels into his back.
Minho’s low voice when he tells you how pretty you sound, how good you are for him, before you’re exploding, falling apart at the seams.
And then, regret. Slipping out before dawn could come around, watching Minho snooze peacefully, unaware that he’d wake up to an empty bed, unaware that thoughts of that night with him would continue to haunt you the entire summer.
The boys’ boisterous laughter breaks you out of your daze, and you watch Chan and Changbin wave to you before grabbing a handful of snacks and slipping out the door. Hyunjin isn’t far behind, eyeing your shocked face with a curious expression.
Minho lingers for a moment, studying you with the same hypnotic gaze. You’re painfully aware that you haven’t been able to get a single word out, and his stoic face twists into a salacious grin. He trails after his roommates, but not before pausing and shooting you a wink.
“Well damn, this year just got a whole lot more exciting.”
a/n pt 2: i hope you’re as excited as I am! i don't really have an anticipated release date for this, but it's just something i'm working on for fun!
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I'm Sorry Kiss - Katsuki Bakugo
A/N: Based on a dream I had where I got into a fight with Bakugo and ended up in the hospital.
I know that Bakugo rejecting someone because he wants to focus on being a hero is kinda overdone but it was the first thing I thought of and I tried to embellish it.
Also, I know that Dynamight is his official hero name, but I refuse because I like Ground Zero better.
Gender neutral!reader.
PS, I generally suck at fight scenes, and I’ve never written for any of the pros before, so I apologize if anything seems off.
Words: 3,410
“Bakugo… I like you.”
Bakugo Katsuki stared at the confession in his hands. The letter was long, nearly three pages front-to-back, and the paper was beginning to wrinkle from the intensity of his grip.
How did this happen?
You’d insisted upon befriending Bakugo during first year, despite having been placed in class 1-B and therefore hardly getting to spend time with the blond. You found ways around that; sparring sessions, homework nights, even the occasional movie night in the 1-A common room. You’d spent so much time around Bakugo that they’d adopted you as an honorary classmate, and they were ready to crown you royalty when you’d shown up for one particular game night with the explosive blond in tow. You’d become friends – close friends. Bakugo supposed he hadn’t minded that. But now, here you stood, two years later, presenting him with a letter of your true feelings.
“Uh… Bakugo?”
How could you let that happen? How could he?
“I’m going to be the number one hero,” he murmured gruffly, refusing to meet your eyes. The spark of hope that sat in your chest flickered weakly in response to his tone. You’d spend enough time around Bakugo to know his moods from a single grunt, and right now, he didn’t sound particularly enthused.
“I’m going to be number one,” he repeated. “I can’t do that if I let extras like you weigh me down.”
The flame in your chest was extinguished in an instant, suffocated by the stomp of Ground Zero’s boot. “Bakugo, I-“
“I don’t want to hear it,” he grumbled. His voice was low, nearly unrecognizable. It was a tone you’d never heard from him.
“Just go,” he growled, turning away from you. All you could do was stare at his back as he stalked down the hallway, footsteps heavy with anger. Tears bubbled in your lash line, blurring your vision, but you choked them back, standing pathetically in the middle of the hall.
The rest of the school year blurred into one muddled block of time. Your visits to the 3-A dorm had ceased nearly immediately upon Bakugo’s rejection of your feelings. You passed your friends in the hallway every now and then, and you didn’t shy away from a sparring match during mixed training days, but you kept your distance from Ground Zero and avoided discussing what had happened to your friendship. Mina and Kirishima had known the cause of the rift as soon as you stopped coming around, and they offered sympathetic glances and attempted words of encouragement whenever your classes trained together.
Graduation sneaked up on you before you’d even realized the school year had ended. You walked through the ceremony in a haze, barely tuning into the speeches and announcements. Friends, classmates, and pro heroes congratulated you on your success, as well as your impending position at Fatgum’s agency. You could only hope that Bakugo had accepted a job literally anywhere else, preferably at an agency that rarely interacted with Fatgum.
You weren’t working at the agency long before you were called to join Fatgum on patrol. Your heart hammered inside your chest as you strolled beside the BMI hero down the streets of Esuha City, keeping your eyes out for any lurking danger. This was your first patrol as a fully-fledged hero, and you were determined to make a good impression.
“So, (hero/n),” Fatgum beamed beside you, “what made you choose my agency? Word around the hero ranks is that you had quite a few offers by the time you graduated!”
“Oh!” you fumbled in surprise, heat rising to your cheeks. “Well, I’ve always admired you, Mr. Fatgum, sir. The way you always keep such a positive attitude even in the midst of a dangerous battle is inspiring. A lot of pro heroes are really intimidating, but you’re more genuine than that.”
“Aw, thanks kid! You’re making me blush!” the hero let out a laugh. “But please, just call me Fatgum! No need for that ‘Mr’ nonsense. You’re working with me, after all!”
“Not to be pedantic,” you countered, lifting a hand to scratch awkwardly at the back of your neck, “but technically I work for you.”
Fatgum shook his head. “I know a lot of pros see it that way; they like having subordinates to boss around. But you’ve seen how I interact with Suneater, haven’t you? I like to think of you guys as colleagues rather than employees.”
“I appreciate that si- Fatgum,” you replied with a soft smile. “That’s another reason I chose your agency. You respect all heroes, regardless of their rank or experience.”
Before he could respond, a scream sliced through the otherwise quiet afternoon. You shared a look with the BMI hero before you both took off towards the sound, the local citizens parting the way as you approached. The source of the scream was revealed to be a young woman, maybe a few years older than you, cowering on the pavement beneath a much larger man. Your footsteps alerted him to your presence, and he spun on his heel to face you and Fatgum. His mouth was open, his large tongue hanging down to the ground, tapered at the tip and barbed all the way down. His face appeared disfigured, his eyes pitch black and his jaw unhinged.
“He looks like something out of a sci-fi movie,” you commented, grounding your feet and preparing to activate your quirk.
“Keep your distance,” Fatgum warned. “That tongue looks like a long-range attack, and I don’t think those spikes would be too comfy.”
You nodded in agreement as the man, if he could even be called such, screeched at you, the sound akin to a pterodactyl. Looking lower, you found long claws taking place of his fingers, and a thick reptilian tail extended from his backside. Fatgum stood tall and firm as the mutated villain lunged forward, tongue extending to wrap around the hero’s frame. Once he collided with the hero’s belly, he bounced backwards, landing roughly on the ground. You dashed to the side, out of the villain’s sight, to check on the woman whose scream had caught your attention.
“Are you hurt?” you asked her quietly, checking for any obvious injuries.
“I’m okay,” she insisted. “You two came just in time. I think he was about to eat me!”
You took her hands in yours, helping her stand. “Get as far away from here as you can. We’ll take care of this guy.”
She nodded and bowed her head in thanks before running down the street, blending into the crowd. Just as you turned around, the mutated man turned his attention towards you, having lost interest in his one-sided fight against Fatgum. You could see tears in Fatgum’s costume, evidence that the reptilian villain had attempted quite a bit of damage. But now his focus was on you, and you barely had time to jump out of the way before his barbed tongue lashed towards you. You activated your quirk, but before you could charge in with a single attack, the villain spun around, his tail sweeping the ground where you stood, knocking you off your feet.
Fatgum charged forward, enveloping the villain with his fat and restricting his movements. The villain screeched again, leading you to weakly cover your ears before a flapping sound echoed through the air. Your gaze lifted to find what appeared to be another mutated man in the sky, flying with large, leathery wings. Upon spotting his restrained comrade, he dove down towards Fatgum, his sharp beak-like face stabbing into the hero’s shoulder. Fatgum grunted, stumbling backwards from the impact.
You rose to your feet, ready to rush to his aid when something wrapped around your torso. Looking down, you found what appeared to be scaled fingers as long and thick as your leg secured around your body. Struggling against its grasp, you turned your head to look behind you, coming face-to-face with a third disfigured villain.
Lunchtime found Ground Zero and Red Riot sitting on the roof of their shared apartment building, bento boxes packed by one Bakugo Katsuki in hand.
“What happened between you and (y/n), man?” Kirishima inquired suddenly and with all the subtlety of a stampeding elephant.
Bakugo fixed his garnet gaze on the sky above them. “We’re not friends anymore.”
The redhead huffed a humorless laugh. “Yeah, I know that. I want to know why. You two used to be tight; tighter than you and me, and that’s saying something.”
The blond remained silent.
Kirishima watched his friend, coworker, and roommate for a moment. “What? Did they confess to you, or something?”
Bakugo’s gaze fell to the food he no longer had any desire to eat.
Kirishima’s own eyes widened. “Shit, man. Isn’t that a good thing? You’ve been in love with them since that first movie night they convinced you to join.”
The blond quickly turned towards his friend, brows furrowed as though he hadn’t been obviously pining over you for three years.
The redhead laughed, loud and genuine. “Did you think us extras didn’t notice? You never joined movie night for anyone, not even me. Plus, you let them sit on your lap, and you were practically vibrating when they fell asleep on you. Everyone knew how you felt about them, except for them. And maybe you.”
Bakugo’s expression turned sorrowful and his eyes fell back to his lap. “I know how I feel about them,” he murmured, his voice lacking its usual gravelly edge. “I didn’t want to admit it, but I know.”
“Then why didn’t you accept their confession?” his friend questioned lightly. When Bakugo didn’t respond, Kirishima exhaled a sigh. “You gave them the ‘number one hero’ speech, didn’t you?”
The explosive hero flinched. That was all the response Kirishima needed.
“When are you going to stop using that bullshit excuse to push people away?” he demanded. When Bakugo faced him with wide, surprised eyes, he continued. “You’re going to be number one hero. Everyone knows that. Why can’t you be number one while having a loving partner at your side? (y/n) has always supported you, even back before you were social. They understand how important this is to you. And I know how much you care about them. Why push them away?”
“That’s not why,” came Bakugo’s soft response. “That’s what I told them, but that’s not why I rejected them.”
Kirishima waited, quietly and patiently, for his friend to continue, knowing that encouraging him would only make him shut down.
The blond inhaled deeply before speaking again. “I’m going to be the number one hero,” he reiterated, and the hardening hero knew that it wasn’t just his ego talking now. “What if they get hurt? Being close to me means that villains can use them as leverage, or worse. And it’s like you said - they were there before I was social, when I thought everyone was just in my way. They don’t deserve that. They deserve to be with someone nice, someone like Deku maybe, someone who doesn’t treat them the way I did.”
Only Kirishima ever saw this side of Bakugo - vulnerable, honest, insecure. He knew there was always more to Bakugo’s emotions than the explosive, sandpaper surface.
“That’s exactly why they deserve you, and you deserve them,” he responded softly, earnestly. “You’ve never cared this much about how you treat anyone. You’ve grown so much since our first year at UA, man. You’re a mature hero now, and when you become number one, you’ll have the power and resources to protect people like (y/n). Do you think they would have confessed to you if you were still that antisocial asshat from first year? They’ve watched you grow as a person, grow closer to them. And then you just ripped all of that away.”
Bakugo flinched again. He knew that rejecting your confession must have gutted you, if how miserable he felt about it was anything to go by. But before he could fathom a response, a distress call came in through their earpieces.
“All nearby heroes summoned to Esuha City,” came Fatgum’s staticy voice, and Bakugo’s heart raced in his chest. “(hero/n) and I were attacked, and when the villains realized they couldn’t hurt me, they all launched at (hero/n). I need someone to take them to the hospital while the rest of us take these villains down.”
Bakugo’s heart dropped to his stomach. You were hurt. He jumped to his feet, Kirishima following suit, leaving their bento boxes unopened on the rooftop as they sped to your location.
The steady beep of your heartrate monitor echoed in the otherwise silent hospital room. Ground Zero sat, still in his hero costume, in an uncomfortable chair beside your bed. His elbows rested on his knees as he hunched forward, holding his forehead in his hands. He’d refused to leave the hospital after reluctantly handing you over to the staff so that they could tend to your injuries, demanding an update on your progress every half hour. Were he not a newly popular hero, security would have escorted him away. Thankfully, Red Riot stayed close by to keep the explosive hero grounded while they waited for the doctors to finish patching you up.
As soon as you’d been assigned a room, Bakugo had stationed himself at your bedside and refused to leave. Friends and colleagues had come and gone to check on you as well as Bakugo, knowing that he was irrationally blaming himself for your current state.
“You need to talk to them,” was Deku’s first response upon seeing the blond in your hospital room. Once the villains had been neutralized and Fatgum had been checked over, green hero had made his way as quickly as possible to the hospital to ensure that you had survived your injuries.
“I know,” Bakugo grumbled in response, refusing to look his childhood friend in the eye. He lifted his head from his hands and gazed sorrowfully at your sleeping face, littered with scrapes and bruises. His garnet eyes traveled down your form, taking in the number of bandages and casts wrapped around various parts of your body. He couldn’t help but think if only he’d been there-
“This wasn’t your fault,” Deku commented, his gaze darting between Bakugo’s self-loathing and your peaceful face. “There was nothing you could have done. (y/n) is a capable hero; there were just too many villains. You did exactly what they needed by bringing them here to get help.”
The blond exhaled a deep sigh, as though he’d been holding his breath. “I know.”
A soft gasp sounded in the nearly silent room, and two sets of eyes turned towards you. Your lips were parted and your eyes began to flutter, and Deku took it as his cue to leave. He closed the door behind him, offering the two of you some much-needed privacy.
Bakugo jumped to his feet, but his legs suddenly turned to lead as he attempted to approach your bed. He watched as your eyes opened and you blinked wearily at your surroundings. Hesitation gripped every bone in his body and all he could do was stare helplessly.
Your head turned, catching sight of the blond at your side, and your eyes widened. “Bakugo?” you whispered, your voice raspy. “What are you doing here?”
The sound of your voice was enough for the blond to push himself forward, walking closer until he stood directly beside your bed. His hands gripped at the railing as he looked at you, brows furrowed and mouth agape, his brain struggling to form words.
“I’m sorry.”
Well, shit. He wasn’t planning to jump into an apology. He was hoping to prepare himself a little more first.
Your brow furrowed as you gazed at your former classmate and long-time crush. “Sorry? What are you sorry for?”
“Everything,” he exhaled, dropping to his knees as gazing into your tired eyes. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you were hurt; when you needed me. I’m sorry I pushed you away when you confessed to me. I’m sorry I just threw away everything we had.”
Your face turned stoic, and Bakugo’s heart pounded in his chest.
“You don’t have to apologize,” you murmured softly, your gaze drifting away from the blond. “You didn’t return my feelings. You wanted to focus on being a hero. I understood that; I never blamed you for it.”
Bakugo shook his head. “I lied,” he admitted, and his chest fluttered. “That wasn’t why I rejected you, I was just too afraid to be honest with myself, or with you.”
You turned back to face the explosive hero, eyes widened with surprise and the smallest sliver of hope. “Why... Why did you reject me, then?”
He inhaled deeply, steeling his nerves before holding your gaze. He reached up with one hand, gingerly placing it atop yours, squeezing gently when you didn’t pull away.
“If I’m going to become the number one hero, I’m gonna make a lot of enemies,” he explained, his thumb rubbing across the back of your bandaged hand. “With my personality, the media would be all over any kind of relationship I had. They’d find out everything they could about you, and villains would use that to their advantage. They could hurt you to get to me, and I refuse to let that happen.”
“Bakugo...” you breathed, your heart breaking as you considered how he must have been carrying this weight with him since the day you confessed. You squeezed his hand in return to the best of your ability, drawing his attention.
“Bakugo, you forget that I’m a hero too,” you smiled softly. “I’m already in danger, and dating a pro hero is much safer than dating a civilian. We’d be able to protect each other, and I knew when I confessed to you back at UA that being number one was your only goal, and that it would be a dangerous lifestyle. I still loved you then, Bakugo Katsuki, and I do now.”
“It wasn’t my only goal,” the blond murmured, his gaze dropping down to your joined hands. “My main goal, yeah, but I had another.”
You waited patiently for him to continue, teeth gnawing at your lower lip.
“I always wanted to make you happy,” Bakugo admitted, refusing to meet your eyes. “When I let you drag me to those stupid movie nights, or sit on my lap, or snuggle into my chest. The smile on your face was more than worth dealing with my classmates and their stupid stares.”
He rose to his feet, standing before leaning over your figure. Your eyes followed his every move, your free hand lifting to gently brush his cheek. He inhaled shakily at your touch, his hand coming to cradle your face. He leaned closer, his lips ghosting over yours, and your eyes fluttered closed in anticipation.
“I’m so sorry,” he murmured before finally closing the gap and capturing your lips. A hum sounded in his throat as the feeling of finally kissing you washed over him. You hummed in return, your hand drifting down to tug at the collar of his hero costume.
“I love you,” he whispered against your lips, and you chased his words with another kiss.
“I love you too,” you responded before opening your eyes and gazing up into his garnet eyes.
“How about I go home and change-“
Bakugo was cut off by your grip tightening on his shirt, your head shaking adamantly. His brow furrowed as he waited for a verbal response.
“You’re not allowed to leave me anymore,” you murmured softly, and he deflated at the expression on your face.
“Okay,” he smiled softly. “I promise.” He took a step back in order to remove his boots. His gauntlets, mask, headpiece, and neck piece had already been discarded during the hours he waited for you to wake up. His boots soon joined the collection on the floor before he turned back to you and watched as you shifted to make room for him in your hospital bed. He crawled in as gently as possible, outstretching an arm for you to lay on. You curled into his chest, careful not to apply pressure to any of your wounds. His arms wrapped securely, protectively around you, and the next time one of your pro hero friends came to check on you, they’d find the two of you fast asleep and wrapped up in each other.
Writer's Block Masterlist
Writer's Block Fandoms and Characters
#writer's block#bakugo katsuki#katsuki bakugo#bakugo x reader#katsuki bakugo x reader#ground zero#my hero academia#mha#my hero academia x reader#gender neutral reader#reader insert
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reel love [prologue]
Pairing: Vernon x fem!reader (minor/brief Mingyu x fem!reader)
Featuring: Seungkwan, mentions of Yeri
Synopsis: Tired of seeing you hopelessly pine over Mingyu after all these years, your best friends, Seungkwan and Vernon (by default - not by choice), take it upon themselves to set you up with the dreamy art major. Even if everything goes as planned, what happens when you find yourself falling for one of your wingmen instead?
Genre: Fluff, crack, minor angst, film major!Vernon, art major!Mingyu, environmental engineering major!Seungkwan, mechE major!Wonwoo, psych major!Yeri, math major!reader, F2L, idiots-to-lovers, one-sided to mutual pining
Warnings: mentions of food, implications of alcohol use, 1 sexual innuendo because oc doesn't understand art
WC: ~3.2K
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A/N: third time's a charm? :')
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Year One, Nov. 17th:
Puffer jacket unzipped and loosely hanging from the crook of your elbows, you clambered up the rusty metal covered cement steps. Each footfall on each landing echoed through the empty and hollow staircase. The higher you climbed, the more short of breath you got. However, this was the only way to the rooftop of the dorm – the elevator stopped on the sixth floor. You had hoped this side of the building was insulated enough that you didn’t wake any sleep-deprived students trying to catch a few hours of shut-eye before their alarms blared at 6AM.
Heaving open the metal door, you were met with a cold blast of air. It was the dead of your first midterm season, which also meant winter was here. It was dark when you woke up to get ready for class and it was dark when you finally resurfaced from the windowless lecture halls. You were quick to flip your jacket over your shoulders and zip up the front. The wind whipped at your face, tears starting to stream from the corner of your eyes as you pulled up the hood, holding the top two pieces to keep it up. Your eyes flitted across the asphalt rooftop. A stainless steel railing lined the edges, seemingly randomly placed antennas and chimney parts scattered across the plain, while steam puffed from the opening into the deep purple sky.
“Hey!” his familiar voice called from behind you.
You spun around to see your new friend, Vernon, waving from afar. You had met him at orientation just months earlier through your other friend Seungkwan. A mellow film major who didn’t speak much, but had a comforting presence about him. He was open to any wild ideas that Seungkwan and you conjured, and went along quietly. You couldn’t pinpoint what it was about him; however, a few weeks into university, you figured that you liked him enough to stick around.
He was quite the enigma: simple, yet complex.
Squinting, you noted Vernon held a large silver pouch in the crook of his other arm. Quickly, you jogged over, your sandals flipping up loose pebbles into the flat of your slipper. The cold nipped at your exposed ankles. You silently cursed yourself for not dressing better for this, but he invited you here impromptu in the first place.
“Hi,” you huffed, peering at him through your watery lashes.
Holding up his silver pouch, his lips curved into a smile, the right side rising a little higher than the left. You could make out a small dimple next to the corner of his mouth.
“Popcorn?” Vernon offered.
You scoffed, stuffing your frigid hands into the pockets of your puffer. “You invited me up here for popcorn?”
“Ey,” he frowned and shoved your shoulder playfully, “It’s not the college experience without late night snacks during midterm season.” He tilted his head to the side, “C’mon, let’s sit.”
You trailed after him to a clearing on the ledge. Mimicking him, you stuck your feet through the railing, letting your legs hang loosely over the edge. Adjusting yourself, your shoulder bumped into his own intermittently. Though you didn’t think much of it, Vernon scooted to the left a few more inches to maintain a respectable distance. He wanted to stay close enough to feel your body heat (it was freezing after all), but stay far enough to suggest something no more than friends – or so he hoped, and the indifferent look on your face suggested it too. Vernon popped open the bag and offered it to you.
“Ladies first,” Vernon stated.
Rolling your eyes, you reached in for a handful, nonetheless, pushing the white puff in between your lips, the salt spreading across your tongue.
“Why’d you bring me out here?” you asked, mid-chew.
He hummed in the rhythm of ‘I don’t know’, his shoulders rising and falling with the phrase.
You chortled softly, “What do you mean, you don’t know? It’s freezing!”
Vernon turned to you. “Haven’t seen you all week – got your nose stuck in those differential equations books all day. That’s all.”
Tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, you gave him an incredulous look. “You invited me out during the weekday, on one of the first coldest nights of winter, during midterms, because you missed me?”
You did your best to suppress the growing smile that threatened to spread across your lips. Again, he was such an enigma – but it was growing endearing.
“Yeah,” he replied casually, “Wanna hang out with my new friend.”
You bumped into his shoulder lightly. “I am touched,” you crunched down on another piece of popcorn, “But you are quite something, Hansol.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment, bro,” he chuckled. “Also, no one else calls me by my first name except for you, you know that?”
You shrugged, “It’s . . . pretty.”
He only hummed in reply, working away at his bag of popcorn – “murdering this bag,” as he had explained. A comfortable silence fell between the two of you as your bodies adjusted to the chilly weather. Inhaling deeply, you took in the sight of the university campus spread below you. The once green lush lawns now an ugly brown were perfectly square from up here. Light spilled through a few small windows of a few red brick buildings like stars in the night sky. The tallest buildings several blocks away kissed the black canvas of the night. You’d like to think that if you squint hard enough, you could make out the Big Dipper past the clouds and city haze.
That’s when you noticed a white spec fall from the sky, floating like a feather in wind until on your pajama pants. The microscopic crystal melted immediately under your heat. You gasped quietly in marvel, eyes flitting back to the sky to see several more snowflakes falling down to the surface.
Vernon chortled – it was quite endearing how you found joy in the smallest things, quite literally with the snowflakes.
“First snow,” he hummed.
“First snow,” you repeated, holding your hand out to catch a few snowflakes. Your eyes were shining in awe.
Vernon leaned back, a sigh leaving his chapped lips as he took in the sight with you. “You know what we learned about ‘first snows’ in Humanities recently?”
“Hm?” you turned to look at him, indulging in his learning. Simultaneously and unknowingly, you also took in the image of his silhouette in darkness – like a picture imprinting itself in your memories. For some reason, you wanted to remember tonight. It was nothing grand of a moment, but in his presence you felt warm despite the frigid weather surrounding the both of you.
The yellow haze from the nearby street lamp was enough to make out his features in the darkness. His hair was hidden under a pink beanie, exposing his dark brows that were crinkled in deep thought. Some people wore their hearts on their sleeves, but you noticed, Vernon wore his on his eyebrows. Sometimes, they translated into his dark hazel eyes. If it was daytime, you could make out the flecks of green in his iris if the sunlight reflected off his eyes just right when he was happy.
“In different cultures, first snows hold very different meanings,” Vernon explained, “To some,” he held out his hand like you to catch a flake descending in front of him, “It symbolizes loss and sadness.” He smiled softly as it melted in his palm. His fingers were growing pink from the cold.
“To other’s it’s reminiscent of childhood – white, pure, untouched,” he continued. His hand curled into a loose fist momentarily before pulling it into his lap again. Vernon’s eyes lingered before they flitted up to meet your gaze. “And for a select few, hopeless romantics,” his smile transformed into a teasing grin, knowing you fell into this category (something he learned after you cried watching Spiderman), “The start of true love.”
“And which of these . . . interpretations of ‘first snow’ do you believe in, Hansol?” you inquired. You tore your gaze from him, falling into your lap instead.
“All of them? Depends on the situation,” he pursed his lips. The way he narrowed his eyes, his brows knitting together, told you he was going into deep thought again.
“What about . . . right now?” you asked softly.
Silence, then a beat. You could almost hear the snowflakes landing on the hard surface of the rooftop.
“Would it be dumb if I said I had my own interpretation?” he smiled half-heartedly. He turned to look at you again, noting how the snow clung to your hair like diamonds on a chandelier.
You shook your head, a few loose ones falling off. You sniffled – the two of you should probably go inside soon before you got sick.
“Firsts,” was all he said, “A starting point.”
. . . .
Year Two, November 30th:
Chopin’s Nocturne Op. 9 No. 2 tinkled softly through the brightly lit halls, accompanied chatter and soft hums of awe as Seungkwan, Vernon, and you walked through the art exhibit. The echoes of your heavy footfalls of your Doc Martens on the plywood floor felt like an assault to the serene atmosphere. Photos and paintings with a metal plaque underneath explaining the piece were hung lonesomely, spread two arms width from each other. Some rooms hold a mere one or two statues – some of what looked like humans, some of stacks of objects.
You had only been at the university art museum for ten minutes and you were already eager to leave. As much as you’ve tried, the beauty of fine arts was not something you completely understood. Paintings meant to represent the cruelty of capitalism looked like splatters of various colors to you. The statue of the half naked man sitting in the center of the room with the spotlight on him, Seungkwan had explained, was supposed to symbolize desire, but looked nothing more than a hunk of marble in the shape of a human created because someone was feeling horny.
You were well-aware – you were crude when it comes to art. You could respect it and the artists, but you weren’t sure if you could ever appreciate it to its full potential nor did it truly make sense to you. You were a math major – though there was some debate about it if you wanted to get technical, two plus two would always equal four. There was a level of certainty that came with numbers that brought you comfort. The subjective interpretation that could be practiced in art, was thankfully not applicable in math.
Your eyes lingered on the soft snowfall outside, the sight grasping your attention much more than the loud pieces around you. It was the first one of the year – later than most years, but it was here nonetheless. Memories of midterm season last year flickered through your mind.
Firsts.
You wondered what kinds of “firsts” this year would bring. Having gone through your first year and a half of university already, part of you felt like you experienced most of it already. The beginning of this year was similar to the last – perhaps you were just better accustomed to the process. The thrill of walking into a new classroom had dissipated. Your classmates were the same as they were last year. The cafeteria food was just as decent.
Your best friends, Vernon and Seungkwan, stopped abruptly, causing you to bump into Seungkwan’s shoulder. He paid no mind to your grunting, only asking you to watch where you were going. They had paused to admire a watercolor painting: a red flower tastefully surrounded by a matching red guitar and bright blue diamond. It was a peculiar combination of items, but admittedly, was very well sketched and shaded before the water color was added.
You tugged on the hem of Vernon’s jean jacket. He turned his head to look at you, humming softly in curiosity.
“Why are we here again?” you asked sheepishly. Your eyes flitted across the room to make sure the other guests couldn’t hear your rather rude, child-like comment.
“Bored already?” Vernon chuckled, tucking his hands into his pants pocket.
Your shoulders slumped as you slipped your thumbs through the loops of your backpack. “Art isn’t really my thing – I warned you both.”
“We’re here for my friend, Mingyu,” Seungkwan answered your question instead.
“Mingyu . . .?” your voice trailed off.
“You haven’t met him,” Seungkwan noted.
Pursing your lips, you nodded slowly. Though he was Vernon’s and your best friend, Seungkwan was an extroverted man; he had a multitude of acquaintances and other friends, collecting like a kid collecting rocks at the multi-colored pebble garden of the park.
“Surprised you’ve never heard of him though,” Seungkwan spun around, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Why would I?” you remarked, holding your hands out to the two of them, “I spend all my free time with the two of you or Yeri.”
You didn’t wait for Seungkwan to reply, rather your eyes flickering up to the painting sitting before you. You could faintly make out the reflection of the three of you, shabby college students shrouded in thin jackets and beanies, your shoulders weighed down by the burdens of your schoolbooks and papers (quite literally) in the glass. You pointed at the piece encased in a silver frame on the wall. “Did Mingyu paint that?”
As if on cue, footsteps grew loud behind you and halted to a stop, a husky voice joined the conversation, “I did.”
Though all he spoke was two words, his presence was loud and seemingly foreboding. He blocked the light shining above you, casting a long shadow of his figure nearly to the wall. He must’ve been too close because you could feel the heat radiating off his body despite your windbreaker.
“Mingyu!” Seungkwan greeted his friend.
You and Vernon spun around to see this friend of Seungkwan’s. Your jaw must’ve immediately hung open because you could see Vernon giving you something between a confused and disgusted look.
Mingyu was perhaps the most simple, yet gorgeous human being you’ve ever laid eyes on. He was a well-built, tall young man with sunkissed skin. He sported a pair of gray slacks and a cream-colored t-shirt that read “Lanvin Paris” – it was nice, but nothing out of the ordinary for a college student. His raven-colored hair was cut short and styled casually. His bangs covered his forehead, the fringes skimming across his sharp and well-defined eyebrows that gave him a villain-like gaze. Your eyes traveled down the narrow slope of his nose to the peachy soft curve of his lips that suggested otherwise.
The classical music around you grew louder, Debussy’s Clair De Lune now playing overhead. The trill of the piano was growing intense, the notes cascading and blending with one another as if to mimic the way your heart was beating erratically.
Vernon tried calling your name several times to no avail. He’d never seen you so awestruck before, let alone, by a mere man. Your eyes had grown wide, an innocent glaze across your irises. Your mouth was held slightly agape as if your breath had been stolen. If he squinted, perhaps he could make out the heat forming on your cheeks as well.
“Y/N,” Vernon said again, nudging you this time.
You finally looked at your best friend, blinking a few times before humming softly, a shy demeanor suddenly falling over you.
Vernon raised an eyebrow at you and gestured at Mingyu and Seungkwan who were also watching you. Seungkwan did his best to hold back the scoff forming at the back of his throat. It didn’t take much to know that you were already head over heels for Mingyu.
“Oh – oh,” you cleared your throat. You chuckled sheepishly and extended a hand to Mingyu. “I-I’m Y/N,” Mingyu reached over to take it, but you quickly retracted it back, wiping your palms on your jeans before offering your hand again. “Seungkwan’s other best friend.”
The right corner of Mingyu’s lip twitched up into an even wider smile, a look of endearment in his eyes. He chortled heartily, grasping your hand in a firm shake. “Mingyu – Kim Mingyu, Seungkwan’s,” his pretty eyes flitted to your best friend, “Can’t say 'best' since that title seems to be taken, but,” he tilted his head in Seungkwan’s direction, “his friend. I don’t think we’ve met before.”
Despite the fact that the handshake had fallen to a rest, Mingyu didn’t let go quite yet. Vernon’s eyes narrowed on the way the taller man’s hand hung loosely around yours, seemingly equally enamored by you as you were by him.
“I don’t think we’ve had either,” you took the initiative to pull away, balling your hands tight by your side.
“Well,” Mingyu said softly, his eyes lingering on you for a second too long before flickering to the other two men in the room, “A pleasure to meet the both of you – and seeing you again, Seungkwan.”
Seungkwan nodded, waving him off. “Please, you shared the free tickets.”
“I’m still glad you all could make it,” Mingyu shrugged.
“Y-you said you created that?” you piped up, hopefully, pointing at Mingyu’s piece on the wall again.
Tucking his hands in his pockets, Mingyu straightened his back and nodded proudly. “Wanna hear more about it?”
“Sure,” you agreed immediately, suddenly interested in art.
Vernon winced back in surprise. Since meeting you through Seungkwan at first year orientation, the three of you had been attached at the hip despite having three very different majors: Vernon who was studying film, Seungkwan an environmental engineering major, and you who stuck to math. One could say, his college experience was shared with the two of you: first parties, first kisses (which wasn’t either of them by the way - you were just around), first drinks, first hangovers. You knew each other and your habits almost like the back of your hands.
This was very unlike you – let alone, when you were complaining about being bored moments earlier.
Standing back with Seungkwan, while Mingyu and you neared the painting, Vernon crossed his arms over his chest, wondering just what in the world was going on with you.
Fortunately, however, Seungkwan seemed to have the answer. He tilted his heady coyly, a knowing look crossing his face. A smirk highlighted the highs of his cheekbones and curved his eyes into mischievous crescents. He wondered if this is what they called “love at first sight.” Sipping on the black straw of his iced americano casually, Seungkwan leaned close to Vernon.
“I think she has a crush on him,” Seungkwan snickered softly.
Later that night over cheap burgers, greasy fries, and frothy malts at your favorite corner diner that Vernon had promised to take you (and therefore, Seungkwan) to if you came along to the art exhibit, you confessed your interest in Kim Mingyu, confirming Seungkwan’s suspicion. Something in Vernon’s chest twinged, but he brushed it off, chalking it up to all the oil in the food giving him a heartburn.
It would resolve with some Tums when he got home – or so he hoped.
Little did any of you know at the time, this moment would lead you all down a maze of radical and nonsensical emotions your final year of university.
#vernon x reader#vernon fluff#vernon crack#hansol x reader#hansol crack#hansol fluff#seventeen x reader#seventeen fluff#seventeen crack#seventeen scenarios#seventeen imagines#vernon scenarios#vernon imagines
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RM1506: Production Mgmt
Pairing: professor!Jooheon x student!Reader
Genre: College AU, Smut
Rating: M
Summary: “I’ve been trying to figure out how to get you alone for weeks. You’re always with your friends, always where someone might see. But not today. Not this time.”
Word Count: 2.7k
Warnings: I have no shame, dirty talk (my signature at this point), spanking, pet name, unquenchable thirst, unprotected sex, creampie
This is my second entry for The Faculty, a Monsta X professor au series with @iibonniee who also made this gorgeous banner. If you like this series, please fill her inbox with love! I recommend Dangerous Woman for reading.
Taglist: @appachicken @dandelion-aj
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Lee Jooheon was the kind of man who inspired people. Whether it was to graduate, create the best web series, or figure out a way to climb his tall ass, he was simply inspirational. You’d been trying to figure out how to do that last one for three years now. When you first saw him freshman year, you were done for. Sure, he was a teacher, and you weren’t in any of his classes. But your friends were, and you admittedly abused that. Over the years, Professor Lee came to know you as “that brat” sneaking into his lectures with her friends. The one who’d pout but was at least obedient when asked to leave. You liked to believe that since he hadn’t reported you, he somewhat tolerated your shenanigans.
He never complained about the way you often watched him walk by in the hallways or how you’d wink when you caught him watching you. You didn’t want to assume the attraction was mutual, though. It was entirely possible he was brainstorming ways to dump your body in the woods without getting caught. Didn’t mean you couldn’t keep dreaming and wishing for a miracle.
Classes for the day had long since ended. You’d just finished with a small errand for a different Professor Lee when you heard something…off. Something that you don’t usually hear in an academic setting. Muffled moans. You looked around and confirmed the hall was empty. The math building tended to empty out fast after the evening classes. Was someone ducked off somewhere watching porn? Why the fuck would someone want to watch porn in the math building? The music building was a million times better. Soundproof with more space between classrooms.
Curse you for being nosy.
You weren’t in a rush to go to your dorm room, so you figured you might as well see what was up. Channeling your best Black Widow stealth mode, you tiptoed down the hall, listening intently as the sounds got louder. Someone was about to get a heart attack.
The volume of the moans varied, but you found the door. Room 1526. You held your breath as you listened. Heavy breathing mixed with gasps and whines. Damn, someone was really getting it. Then the oddest thing happened. Screeches of metal across the floor. You heard it all the time when classes ended from people getting up from their desks. The flooring in the buildings wasn’t the best, and the heavy desks made it known. So then…this wasn’t a video. Someone was actually fucking in the Calculus classroom.
Oh, shi—
A large hand covered your mouth, and you were hauled back off your feet. You squealed and flailed, doing everything you could think of to throw the strong motherfucker off. You got in a few jabs with your elbow before you heard “Ow! Will you calm down?”
You knew that anime protagonist voice anywhere. “Professor Joo?” You asked, though your voice was muffled, and stopped swinging.
A door opened and then you were in a dimly lit closet with your back pressed up against a wall. “Ah, fuck. My ribs.” Judging by the scented powder wafting off him, you confirmed it was the Object of your Obsessive Horniness, the Production Management professor. And you’d hurt him. Well, shit.
“I’m so sorry—” You started, but he cut you off with a finger to your lips.
Somewhere nearby a door, presumably the porn room, opened followed by faint whispers. You weren’t dumb. You knew he was very close with Professor Im and it was clear as fuck he was trying to protect his friend as much as he could. Sweet, really, but you had zero interest in whoever was getting fucked in that classroom when you had him pressed up against you like this. While he focused on the hallway, you let the situation sink in. Dark small space with Professor Dimples close enough to taste. You shifted against him, maneuvering so that his thigh slotted neatly between your legs to keep his balance.
“He’s taking forever,” he hissed. Agreed, but you weren’t complaining. You settled your hands on his hips, savoring the feel of his slacks under your fingertips. He didn’t react to your touch, so you explored a little more. His shirt was tucked into his pants, but you wanted to feel his skin. The second he felt you tugging on his shirt, he stiffened and turned his head so that his cheek was against yours. “Now isn’t the time, _____.”
Your face scrunched up with a smile. “You know my name?”
“I know a lot more than just your name.” His free hand moved to your hip as he continued to whisper in your ear. “I know you’re a music major with a talent for recording. That you’d like to work with me at least once before you graduate. You’re actually an excellent student when I’m not involved. Kihyun has nothing but good things to say about you. But,” he took a deep breath and released it on a shudder when you worked the shirt free, “you’re so fucking dense.”
“Hey!” You started to protest, but he covered your mouth with his hand.
“Quiet,” he begged with a slight whine. He stopped to listen again and when the silence continued beyond your little bubble, he took his hand away. “How else do you explain being hellbent on fucking me without realizing how I feel?”
You blinked at the shadowy outline of his face. “Um, what now?”
He pressed closer, bracing himself on one arm on the wall near your head. “I’ve never had anyone so determined to get with me. And be so vocal about it, too. You don’t pay attention to your surroundings. You don’t care who hears you whine about me not dicking you down.” He chuckled. “Even the Dean’s making fun of how bad you got it for me.”
“That’s…unfortunate. If I make you uncomfortable, you know you only have to say so.” You removed your hands and held them up. “You never said anything—”
“Oh, sweetness. That’s because I love it.” He squeezed your hip and pulled you against him as he pressed his thigh up against your core. You gasped as the sudden contact sent a jolt through you that left you chest to chest with him, hands holding onto his shoulders for dear life. “I’ve been trying to figure out how to get you alone for weeks. You’re always with your friends, always where someone might see. But not today. Not this time.” His fingertips brushed along your jaw, then you felt his lips graze yours. “You haven’t even figured out we go to the same club every Saturday.”
You stopped chasing his lips. “What?”
“What?” He mimicked, sounding more like a parrot than a human. “Yeah, we do. You make me watch you get drunk and practically fuck whoever dances with you right there on the floor. But I gotta know something. Why don’t you ever take anyone home?” He spoke the words against your lips as his hands traveled down your body to the back pockets of your jeans where he slipped his fingers in. “Hm? Knowing you’re so eager to get fucked and cum, why don’t you let someone give you the release you crave?”
“Because they’re not you.” No need to even hesitate. “Why would I settle for subpar sex when I can do an excellent job with my vibrator and memories of the way you bite your lip when you’re waiting for me to leave your class? I may seem desperate, but really I’m just you-sexual. Joosexual, if you will. I want more than just sex. I want the experience.”
His answer was a deep, throaty moan that bordered on a growl. “Fuck, _____. Can I have you? Can I give you what you’re dying for?”
“Please.” You moaned, pressing down on his thigh with a needy cry. He pulled his hands out of your pockets and grabbed your ass with both hands, encouraging you to rut against him while pressing kisses to your jaw.
“Do you dream about doing this? Because I do.” He caught your earlobe with his lips and nipped it. “I’ve always wanted to feel your pussy on my thigh through these ass-hugging jeans you’re so fond of. Who do you wear them for, sweetness? Who do you want fantasizing about this,” he smacked the side of your thigh, “juicy ass?”
You bit your lip. “No one but you. I like making you look at me. Makes me feel sexy.”
“Does it now. C’mere.” His lips captured yours in a kiss that made you both go up in flames, making every contact of skin leave searing heat in its wake. It was all-consuming, stealing your breath and pride, leaving you gasping for air by the time he let you go.
“Turn around,” he ordered as he backed away.
“But I want you down my throat.” You resisted his insistent hands trying to turn you around with a pout.
“Next time, sweetness. I promise. Not here though.” You gave in only because of the reassurance there’d be more to come. See? You weren’t always a brat. “Good girl.” He pulled you against his chest and got to work unbuttoning your jeans and working them down your legs, along with your panties. He grabbed your hips and gently pressed into your back with his thumbs as he angled you towards the wall. “Hands up.”
The second you were in the desired position, one of his hands disappeared for a few seconds as messy slurping filled the room. You shivered in anticipation and were rewarded with his wet fingers gliding through your lower lips. “Oh, god.”
“Mmm, no sweetness. I wanna hear my name.” He smacked your ass. “Lemme hear you say it.”
You were losing your shit. He could ask for the moon and you’d scramble to figure out a way to get it for him. “Jooheon.”
“Mm, yeah.” He rewarded you with a finger, stroking your wet walls. “Music to my ears.”
“Please, Jooheon.” You trembled, just barely able to keep standing. “Fuck me already. Fill me up.”
“Can’t say no when you look so sexy for me.” His hands left your body, followed by the clink of his belt and his pants unzipping. “Where’s the condom you keep on you?”
Your jaw dropped. “How’d you—”
“I told you already. You don’t care who hears you talk about me.” He groaned when his dick brushed against the curve of your ass. “Shit. Give it to me or I’m going in raw.”
“Ooh, fuck. Are you serious? Because I’m on the pill and I swear I’m clean—” Your mouth clamped shut when the fat head of his cock pressed against your entrance. You pushed back on him and your pussy sucked him right in, making you both moan.
He buried his face in your neck as he covered your mouth with his hand. “Oh, shit. Fuck, fuck, fuck. So tight. Ah.” He wrapped his other arm around your waist and held you steady. You still had six more inches to take. “You feel even better than I imagined.”
You heard him, but just barely. Your sanity was slipping away as he continued to push inside, moaning softly in your ear each time you clenched and made it harder for him to ease inside. You’d heard stories of people cumming just from putting it in, but always dismissed it as an exaggeration. They must have had insane sexual tension and months of celibacy because it felt like a possibility right there in Jooheon’s arms. You reached back with both hands and palmed his thighs before squeezing them. You’d waited long enough for him to ruin you.
With a steadying breath, you thrust back on him, forcing the rest of his dick in. He shivered and held you tightly as he pressed kisses to the side of your neck. “G-gimme a second, sweetness. I can feel your fucking heartbeat on my dick. That’s so fucking hot. Like a hummingbird.”
You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped. Only he could still manage to be cute while stuffing you with his cock. You granted him a chance to adjust and calm down as you enjoyed the way his hands caressed you from your breasts down to your thighs and back. Up and down, over and over, as his dick gradually stopped twitching. When he wrapped his arms around you again, you decided you’d waited long enough. You reached back and held his neck with one hand as you pulled your hips away.
“No. What are you—” The words died in his throat when you tugged on his leg while pushing back on his dick, creating a single clap of skin. He didn’t protest when you immediately pulled away to do it again, determined to fuck yourself if you had to. Jooheon straightened up and grabbed your hips. “Knew you wouldn’t let me just enjoy the feel of this delicious pussy wrapped around my dick for long.” He snapped his hips, forcing you to brace yourself on the wall. “So eager and needy. Always tempting me.” His hand cupped the front of your throat but didn’t apply any pressure. “Now I can finally fuck you stupid.”
Each thrust left you speechless as he went deeper than anyone you’ve had before, stretching you as he circled his hips, searching for that spot. It was pointless to try to keep it down when he eventually brushed against it and left you crying out.
“There we go.” He moaned as you got tighter. “Come here, sweetness.” He bent over and molded his body against your back as he fucked into you harder, faster. “Touch yourself for me. Be my DJ.”
He guided your hand down to your pussy and pressed your fingers against your clit. Each swirl of your finger around your clit brought you closer to orgasm as he pounded away. “I’m, I’m almost there.”
“I can feel it.” He wrapped his arms around your shoulders as he jack hammered into you. “I am too. I am—ah, fuck—right there. So close. So close.” You held onto his arm and met his thrusts, throwing it back so hard his hips stuttered. He came first with a low whine as his strokes slowed down but were longer. Being held tightly while feeling his dick twitch deep inside you was nirvana. His lips brushed the shell of your ear and he said, “Cum for me, sweetness.”
Euphoria washed over you from your head to your toes as you fulfilled your ultimate fantasy: creaming on Professor Lee’s fat dick. Knowing it was him, that you’d finally gotten a taste of him, left you light-headed as your legs threatened to give out on you. You didn’t realize you were chanting his name in between strings of gibberish as he pressed kisses along your neck and shoulder.
“Shit, _____.” He gave you a little squeeze. “The best I’ve ever had.”
You laughed, breathless and beyond satisfied with how your body buzzed. “You don’t have to keep up the act. I’m sure Professor Im is long gone. I won’t tell anyone what I heard.”
“Hm?” He sighed blissfully, then shook his head. “What act? I couldn’t fake a nut that good even with years of drama classes.”
“You knew someone was fucking in his class, right? That’s why you pulled me into the closet.” You tried to look at him over your shoulder. “Wasn’t this just to distract me?”
Your eyes met as his widened. “I didn’t hear anything. I had Minhyuk send you on an errand after his class so I could get you away from your little friends.” His eyes darted all over your face. “I was telling you to be quiet so we wouldn’t get caught.”
Oh.
Ohhhh.
“Either way, he should be gone by now.” Jooheon smiled before planting a kiss on your lips. “You hungry? We can grab dinner on the way back to my place.”
“Really?”
“Of course. When I said next time, I meant it. Today.”
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#ksmutclub#kvanity#mxnetwork#monsta x smut#jooheon smut#joohoney smut#jooheon x reader#jooheon x you#joohoney x reader#joohoney x you#monsta x professor au#monsta x teacher au#monsta x scenarios#monsta x imagines#i bring you more sin#jooheon imagines#jooheon scenarios#joohoney scenarios#joohoney imagines
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“I Keep You Safe From Me”
Chapter three: Push and Pull
Ship: slow burn romantic analogical
POV: Logan
CW/TW: this chapter lightly focuses on not being able to accept one’s sexuality, therefore causing minor mental health issues (in this fictional instance; In real life situations internalized homophobia can cause greater issues than the ones touched on in this part of the story.), If that in any way makes you uncomfortable or triggers you, please do not read; take care of yourself 💜 (also, let it be known that this is also a way of coping through my own issues, so I am not speaking on a topic that I am uneducated about.)
Also there is swearing in this fic as well
(No summary because I don’t want to give anything away.)
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3:24 PM
Logan closed the door and stood in the bare hallway aimlessly, mind running wild. He was dizzy from all the contradicting emotions. To anyone that passed by he probably looked like he was about to be sick. His face was pale and nausea rose up from his stomach to his throat.
Virgil was so beautiful, and sweet, and his music taste was immaculate from what he could tell by the band tees and posters and the little lyrics he heard over his pounding heart.
‘No.’ He told himself.
‘No. He’s only a friend. Barely that, even. An acquaintance. A stranger.’
He opened the door to his dorm and shut it with full force, not caring about the echoing sound that was bound to be heard from across the hall.
His room was a boring comparison to Virgil’s. NASA posters, paper mâché planets and stars hanging from the ceiling, messy bed, messy room, messy life.
He flopped onto his bed, face first into one of his many pillows, ignoring his previously abandoned desk which held a semi-realistic replica of the main planets; hand crafted from different things ranging from clay to styrofoam. The scent of paint filled the room and pale blue flakes buried themselves deep under his nails.
It was as if his brain was a broken record player, constantly taking his mind back to Virgil no matter how hard he tried to force the thought away.
‘His eyes, his voice— NO. Shut up!!’
He groaned into the pillow before turning over and pulling his hands up to his hair, gripping on to it harshly.
He’d fought these thoughts for so long, telling himself that liking guys was against everything he’d been brought up to stand for, to believe in. He’d never be accepted if he told his parents, or anyone for that matter.
…but Virgil seemed kind, and caring, what would be the harm in telling at least one person?
‘You’d get close and tell him, and then he would betray you and tell everyone.’ his thoughts responded.
He had only told one person before his first year at Georgia State, about his thoughts.
He removed his hands from his hair and dug around in the mess of blankets and sheets to find his phone.
He opened it and went to messages.
Logan: “I think I’m going insane”
Patton: “???”
Logan: “do you remember what I told you last year? about…you know.”
Patton: “I do. do you remember what I told you? It’s okay to say that you’re gay, Logan.”
Logan: “I like a guy. I think…maybe? Fuck, I don’t know. He’s a freshman here. No matter how hard I try to force him out of my head he keeps coming back.”
A chat bubble popped up before disappearing and then reappearing again.
Patton: “it’s okay to like him. It’s okay that you feel that way, but…are you trying to force him out because of him or because of you?”
Logan froze for a second, not wanting to answer.
Logan: “me”
Patton: “Right, okay. Thats alright. Listen, what about you try talking to him about it..? You might be pleasantly surprised.”
Logan: “No. Absolutely not. I’d rather throw myself down a flight of stairs.”
A ‘read’ message popped up under his text. Patton didn’t respond.
Logan rolled over onto his side, dropping his phone on the bed and staring at nothing in particular, letting his vision blur and unblur with every blink.
The silence was deafening but he tolerated it, forcing himself to deal with his thoughts due to having no energy to play music or rain sounds on his TV like he usually did.
He stayed like that for a while, staring into the void of nothing, letting his thoughts surround him, occasionally checking his phone for any messages from Patton, nothing came.
The time passing with nothing to distract him felt like torture. He hadn’t made any friends in the past two semesters and no one seemed like they really wanted to get to know him, and now…Virgil.
Virgil was here, and he was being nice to him, and he was probably fucking it all up.
The clock next to him reached 3:43 when he couldn’t take it anymore. He sat upright in bed and grabbed his phone with shaking hands, slowly getting out of the bed and walking into the hallway.
He stood outside of Virgil’s dorm for what felt like hours, but in reality was only a few seconds. He slowly raised his fist and knocked, holding his breath, quietly panicking.
What was he doing here, again? god, this was pathetic. Virgil probably hated him, he probably thought he was so—
“Oh, hey?” Virgil said a little confused, opening the door to see a fidgeting Logan.
“Hey. Um..” Logan raised his phone a little and tapped it lightly on the palm of his other hand a few times before looking Virgil straight in the eyes.
“I was wondering if I could get your number? Like, in case we have the same class and I need to get the notes if I miss a day…or something.” It was a blatant lie, he never missed a day, even when he was sick he showed up to classes; even if he was terrified that everyone in the lecture hall hated him over a few coughs and the occasional sniffle.
Virgil didn’t need to know that, though.
“Oh yeah, sure.” Virgil responded, afterwards reciting off ten digits to which Logan rushed to type into his phone.
“Is that it?” He asked after he was done. Logan stood there a second before breathing out, “yeah, yeah. Sorry, I hope I wasn’t bothering you.”
“I don’t think you ever could bother me. At least not now, anyway. You seem to like being around here though..do you wanna come inside? You can stay the night if you want.”
Logan’s eyes widened a bit at the observation and a pink flush melted into his cheeks. “You want me to— uh, yeah, I’d love that..I mean!— like, I’d like that.”
Virgil grinned, “cool” he moved away from the door and opened it wider, allowing Logan to come in so he could shut it.
He obliged, tentatively walking in, watching his step as to not make a fool of himself by tripping over the things all over the room.
“Sorry that it’s a mess, I forgot to say that earlier, but then again I wasn’t really expecting you.” Virgil said, kicking a trash bag away from him, making it land next to a pile of unfolded blankets.
“It’s alright, sorry for just..showing up.” He responded, folding his arms. A slight defense.
Virgil noticed this and tried to make himself seem gentler; shoulders relaxed, unclenched jaw, quieter voice. He didn’t know that realistically, the cause for Logan’s discomfort was no one’s fault but his own.
“I wish I could offer you something but there’s nothing in the fridge, and you’ll probably have to sleep in my bed…” Virgil said, “are you okay with that? I can sleep on the floor if you don’t want me to be—“
“It’s okay, really. I’ll sleep on the floor, it’s fine.” He said as calmly as possible, although the thought of being that close to Virgil made him feel like he was going to explode.
Virgil gave him a funny look, eyebrows raised slightly. “I’m not letting you sleep on the floor, man. That’d be pretty rude of me considering you’re the guest and all” he responded, almost laughing at the suggestion.
“Come on, you wanna watch Friends or something? I don’t know what time my roommate plans on coming back so..” he added, quickly changing the topic of discussion.
“Uh, yeah, that’s fine.” Logan said, trying to focus on anything else other than the rapid pacing of his heart. The clock on the wall. Focus on the ticking of the clock.
Everything faded away as his attention shifted and he could barely hear Virgil’s voice or notice how he was slowly walking in the direction of his room.
“—gan? Logan!”
He tore away from his staring contest with the clock and turned back to Virgil, who was standing in the doorway of his room.
“Are you coming?” He asked, hand on the doorframe, leaning against it.
“Yeah, sorry.” his body filled with tension as he answered, following Virgil into his room.
The first thing he noticed upon walking into the new friends strangers, room was the solid black pillows and comforter that took the place of the bare mattress. The blanket was wrinkled a bit, indicating Virgil had probably been sitting there before his unexpected visit…once again.
A Roku remote sat on the blanket next to Virgil’s computer. He grabbed it swiftly and unpaused the episode that was lighting up the tv. He recognized it as one of his favorites from the series: “The One After Ross Says Rachel”
Virgil sat on the bed where it was wrinkled, patting the spot next to him, beckoning.
He sat next to him, almost hanging off of the side of the bed with how far he kept the space between them.
Virgil didn’t notice, he was too busy laughing along with the laugh track.
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5:20 PM
Five episodes later, Virgil had fallen asleep on Logan by accident, slowly leaning his head on his shoulder to being fully slumped against the taller man next to him. If he were awake, he would’ve never stopped apologizing and agonizing over the thought of making him uncomfortable because he was so close, but he wasn’t. He was snoring quietly, his chest rising up and down.
Logan didn’t move, tried his hardest not to breathe too deeply. He didn’t want to wake him up, he seemed so at peace, like he felt safe.
He moved his hand in slow motion and took the remote from Virgil’s hand, pausing the most recent episode they were on, stopping at the 10 minute and 45 seconds mark.
Quiet filled the room before Logan heard a door open and close, footsteps following closely behind.
Fuck, it was Virgil’s roommate.
#I’m projecting heavily on to the characters in this fic sorry not sorry /lh#sanders sides#thomas sanders#ts virgil#virgil sanders#ts anxiety#ts logan#logan sanders#ts logic#ts patton#patton sanders#ts morality#tw homophobia
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Dandelions (RegulusxReader)
A/N: I stopped writing fanfics a few years ago, but I was listening to Dandelions by Ruth B and got an idea for fanfic and had to write it, I hope you enjoy it!
Summary: y/n never thought they’d fall for their best friend, Regulus. Always ignoring the signs that they were in love thinking they were just happy to have him in their life until they realized in 5th year while attending a ball together.
Warnings: nothing but fluff
Maybe, it's the way you say my name
“Hey y/n, did you finish yesterday’s potions essay?” Regulus asked while approaching you in the halls.
Regulus usually helps you with any potions assignments since it’s never been your best subject, but yesterday he had to attend quidditch practice, so he didn’t have time to help. “Surprisingly, yes I did” you answered. You were digging through your bag to look for the piece of parchment to ask him if it sounded good enough to turn in.
“Because of your help I’ve been having fewer difficulties with all of the assignments thankfully, also could you read it quickly? I want to know if it sounds decent at least” You asked as you found the parchment and passed it to Regulus. His smooth yet rough hand brushed against yours as he took the parchment. You very faintly blushed as you pulled your hand away.
“Sure, I’ll read it while we head to class” Regulus replied. He started walking ahead of you as you briefly wondered why you wished you could have kept your hand in his or held his hand while walking to your first class of the day.
And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime
There was a kid who lived next to your house when you were around 11 or 12 whom you used to play with almost every day. He was probably your first crush thinking about it now. His family was moving that summer before you went back to Hogwarts for your second year, you had been sad that he would be leaving and asked if he’ll write to you. He promised he would, but never did even after you sent a letter to him. When you realized that he probably wasn’t going to ever send you one you were sad and asked your mom why he didn’t write back when he promised he would.
“Some people lie and make promises they won’t keep, honey. But don’t worry, one day you’ll find someone who will love you till the ends of the earth and would do their best to keep your promises, " she said. “How long will it take to find that person? I don’t like people breaking promises, even worse if it’s a pinkie promise” You asked.
“You will one day, and when you do find them hold on to them tightly. That type of love will only come once in your life” she said as she bent down and hugged me. You wondered what she meant at the time, but now you think you Understand.
And I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine
After your parents dropped you off at the Hogwarts Express for your 3rd year, they waved bye to you till you could no longer see them, you started looking for a compartment you can read the book your dad had gifted you when he came back from a business trip in France. You found an empty compartment, put your luggage on top of the shelf, then took out the book to begin reading it. After a few pages, someone knocked on the door and slid it open. You looked up and saw a cute dark-haired boy with light eyes.
“Sorry to barge in, but could I join you in here? Some of the students were getting loud where I was before, and I’d like to read in peace” He had asked. “Oh sure, come in”. He walked in and sat on the seat opposite of you. “My name is Regulus Black, what about you? I don’t think I’ve seen you before”
“y/n y/l, I’m usually in my dorm or the library studying potions, which is probably why you haven’t seen me” You replied. He noticed the book in your hand and asked you about it. “Hey, isn’t that a popular book right now in France?”. “Is it? My dad got me it from his trip there, it’s supposed to be a romance and mystery novel” You replied. You asked about his book, and he told you what it’s about. The rest of the train ride you guys were discussing all the books you’ve read. You both have been close friends ever since.
'Cause I'm in a field of dandelions
Wishing on every one that you'll be mine, mine
On a warm august evening, you and Regulus were sitting under a tree next to the river that was near your house. You were doing some assignments that were given to do over the summer while Regulus was reading a book. In the corner of your eye, you saw a cluster of Dandelions and walked toward them. Regulus watched as you picked one of them and asked “What are you doing?”. “Did you know that there’s a legend where if you blow all the seeds of a Dandelion off in one breath, then the person you love will love you back?” You answered.
“Really? Where did you hear about that?” asked Regulus. “ My mom told me when I was a kid, she also said if you make a wish and blow on it, it will come true”. You passed it to Regulus and told him to make a wish. He took it then closed his eyes for a bit thinking about what to wish for then blew on it. “What did you wish for?” You asked. “If I tell you, it won’t come true. I’ll tell you if it does happen” He replied.
And I see forever in your eyes
I feel okay when I see you smile, smile
During breakfast in your 5th year a week before Christmas, Dumbledore had called the attention of everyone in the Great Hall. “I have a big announcement to make, so if you all will listen, please” He paused and waited for the students to quiet down before continuing his announcement. “As you all know, this upcoming week is Christmas. This year we will be holding the Yule Ball on Christmas Eve.” He continued to talk about the details of the ball while I looked over at Regulus, he was already looking at me. We made a silent agreement to talk about it after breakfast is over.
After breakfast, you both met up in the halls near the courtyard. “It seems like everyone is excited about the ball, are you?” Regulus asked while approaching you. “Kind of, it seems like it might be fun at least” You replied.
“There are many people already talking about taking dates, do you have anyone in mind?” He asked. You briefly thought about telling him you wanted to go with him, but you brushed those off. Surely, he must want to take someone else. “Hmm, not really” You replied, “What about you?”. “I don’t have anyone in mind, why don’t we go together?” He asked. You blushed at the idea of going with him and turned away so he wouldn’t see your red face. “Sure, it would be better than going with someone else” You accepted.
The day of the Yule ball finally approached while you and your roommates in your dorm were getting ready for the event. “You look great, y/n. You’re going with Regulus, right?” the Blonde-haired roommate had asked. You timidly said yes and continued getting ready. “I hope you two have fun, you’re such a cute couple” They all continued getting ready while you stopped. You were flustered at the thought that other students in Hogwarts might have thought you two were a couple.
Regulus was waiting for you with a Lavender rose pin in hand. When you walked up to him, he handed the rose to you. “You look breath-taking y/n” He complimented. You blushed and said thank you while accepting the rose. He helped you pin it to your outfit, then wrapped your arm around his and lead you to the Great Hall. They were playing soft classical music in the hall. You were in awe of how they had decorated it. It looked like you just walked into a winter wonderland. “Welcome to the Yule Ball everyone, we hope you enjoy yourselves tonight and we all wish you a Happy Christmas” Dumbledore said while everyone was entering.
You both went to get a table with your other friends and chatted for a while. You were snacking on some of the food they had set out before Regulus invited you to dance. You slowly made your way to the area they cleared out. Regulus got into position, one hand on your waist and the other holding your hand. As the music started, you both were swaying across the dancefloor having fun. Mid-dance you suddenly wished that you could be like this forever. Regulus put both his hands on your waist so he could pick you up and spin you around. You were in love.
Realizing that all the times you had been flustered by his actions, not knowing that you were in love. You suddenly blushed brightly. “Are you okay? Your face is all red.” Regulus noticed and asked. “Nope, everything is fine” you answered. Regulus stood quiet for a moment before leading you away from the dancefloor and taking you back to the table. “Are you sure? If you’re not feeling well, I can take you back to your dorm”. “Don’t worry I feel fine, let’s continue enjoying the ball” you assured him. The rest of the night you enjoyed talking and dancing with your friends and Regulus.
Before you arrived at the common room, Regulus pulled you aside and asked to speak with you privately. He took you to the astronomy tower and started observing the stars before turning to you. “That’s the star I was named after” Regulus pointed out to the night sky. You managed to find it and started admiring all the stars. When you looked back at Regulus, you found he was already staring at you.
“Is that all you pulled me away from the common room for?” You joked. He chuckled and walked towards you. “No, I was just buying time to prepare myself” He answered. You looked at him confusingly. “y/n…I have something to confess” Regulus paused for a second, seemingly to calm his nerves. “I’ve fallen in love with you. That day back in 3rd year when we met, it was like love at first sight. You were kind to me the whole conversation and we shared so many of the same interests. This past year has made me see how much of a great person you are and how I’d love to be called your boyfriend, maybe even husband in the future. So, I planned to confess to you tonight…y/n, this may be a bit forward, but I’d love to be called yours, so will you go out with me?” Regulus confessed. You were in shock, you thought that he liked someone else. Not to mention only tonight did you discover that you’re in love with him.
You must’ve been silent for a while because Regulus seemed nervous. “It’s fine if you don’t feel the same” he stated nervously. “Huh? Sorry I was just a little shocked…I realized just tonight when we were dancing that I’m in love with you, so it was all so sudden to me, but yes, I’d love to have you as my boyfriend” you said happily.
I feel okay when I see you smile, smile
He gave you the brightest smile you’ve ever seen. You felt yourself fall for him even more. Regulus approached you “Then, is this okay?”. He pulled you into his arms and locked his lips with yours. His lips felt warm and soft, and you felt him smile into the kiss. You started smiling as well. It felt like fireworks were going off in your stomach, you wrapped your hands in his hair and pulled him closer to you. When you both pulled away, he laid his forehead against yours and smiled again. “I’ve been wanting to do that for so long, I’m happy to finally be yours” Regulus admitted.
Wishing on dandelions all of the time
Praying to God that one day you'll be mine
You were feeling extremely nervous right now, your friends were helping you calm down and get ready. “Don’t worry y/n, everything will be fine” your blonde-haired friend reassured. “What if someone forgets the rings, or-” you panicked. “It’ll all be okay; don’t worry about that we’ll make sure everything goes right. You focus on having the best wedding, okay?” They said reassuringly. You sighed and nodded. One of your other friends walked into the room and asked “Okay, it’s time, are you ready?”. “As I ever will be” you said with a nervous smile.
Your mom was waiting for you near the wedding aisle. “Oh, you’re here. Are you ready, honey?” she asked. You nodded and looped your arm with hers. “I told you, you’d find that person one day.”
“It’s time. Let’s start walking down” She looked at you with an adoring smile. You both started walking down the aisle when the music began. Regulus was at the Wedding arch looking at you walk down with your mom, smiling. Your mom handed your hand over to Regulus and walked to her seat.
After the officiator’s speech, Regulus started saying his vows “I promise to always love you and do the little things to make you happy, I vow that we will be a family forever and I’ll always make time for you”. You teared up a bit at his vows and continued to say yours “I vow to be grateful for every day I share with you. Even on the bad days, I’ll promise to always communicate and work through our problems together.” You both say your “I do’s” and exchange rings. Then, the officiator says, “ You may now kiss the bride”. Regulus pulls you into his arms and kisses you, just like he had 6 years ago. It still felt like fireworks even after all these years.
“My wish that summer before 4th year was for you to be mine” Regulus whispered in your ear.
When you're looking at me, I've never felt so alive and free
When you're looking at me, I've never felt so happy
A/N: Lmao this was supposed to be a short fic, but I got carried away. It ended up being 2,376 words when I planned it to be 800 at most💀 Also, a lavender rose means love at sight, so regulus fell for the reader first💜
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Make No Apologies, part 1
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Summary: Will takes a trip to San Francisco to confirm what he thinks he knows. What he learns changes everything.
Based on a request: Will and Emory reunite, outside of Blackchurch, and Will is jealous, possibly because Emory has a boyfriend.
For context, this first part takes place closely following Killswitch. Parts 2 and 3 take place two years later. In this AU, Will went to Blackchurch and returned after being "rescued" by his friends, where the remaining events were all the same, except for what was influenced by Emory (i.e the Horseman wedding and burning the Cove.). There are other minor difference that will be addressed in the text, but feel free to ask if there's any confusion.
Please enjoy, and thank you for reading!
Emory
Before
I felt the shift in the air the second I stepped through the door. Everything was exactly where I left it when I walked out that morning. Living alone, I didn’t have to worry about people moving my stuff, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t weary of surprises.
Locking the door behind me, I removed my sweater and hung it on the second-hand coat rack in the long, narrow living room. I dropped my keys in the small bowl on the old consul table by the door, leaving my work bag beside it. All my furniture, from the sofa to the wingback chair to my iron bed frame, was second-hand, a collection cobbled together as I transitioned out of the dorms.
The one-bedroom apartment I scored during my internship was far out of my price range, but I fell in love when I saw the small chandeliers in the living and dining rooms. It didn’t matter that the kitchen counter was old, cracked tile, impossible to keep clean, or that the bathroom had horrible water pressure. I talked the owner down to something I could manage, promising to make improvements while I lived here. My degree was already paying off because he agreed with little arm twisting.
I glanced right, taking in the nearly empty dining room. I didn’t have people over, so the table was only big enough for four, leaving most of the room bare. Through the arch, I saw the black and white tiles of the kitchen floor, the chipping sink and pale yellow wall. There was no exit through there, so I moved on to the hall leading to the bedroom.
I refused to blink, keeping my eyes wide as I stared through the darkness. Scanning the walls, the corners, over every surface, I tried to pinpoint what unnerved me as I walked deeper into my home. Pictures of my grandma and my parents hung on the walls. I couldn’t shake the feeling someone had touched them as I passed. Unknown eyes had lingered on their faces. I swallowed, fighting the churn of my stomach.
My bedroom was on the right, the door allowing a sliver of moonlight through. That confirmed what my instincts already knew. I only ever closed that door when I was inside. It should have been wide open.
Quietly, heart pounding, I opened the hall closet and pulled out the bat Thea gave me when I told her I was moving to a first-floor apartment alone. I told her a taser would be better.
My face cooled with sweat as I wrapped my hands around the base and moved silently toward the door. That would have been impossible two weeks ago before I had replaced all the squeaky floorboards.
I paused next to the door, out of sight. The scent of cigarettes confronted me here, burning my sinuses. Holding my breath, I weighed my options. I should turn around and call the cops like any sane person.
Ugh. Cops.
Fight to the death it is, then. It’s them or me, and I’m not going down without swinging this time.
I took a deep breath and kicked open the door on the exhale, biting back the roar of rage and fear as I brought the bat over my shoulder. My eyes wildly searched the room before landing on the lonely figure sitting in the chair by the window.
The fight left my body as I took him in. The familiarity of it hit me like a train, slicing through my heart, leaving me struggling to hold myself up.
“Long time, Em,” he said.
He sat casually, unbothered by my sudden, loud intrusion. The glowing tip of the cigarette hung languidly between his fingers. Even slouched in the seat, he was massive. With the light coming in from behind him, I couldn’t make out the details, but I didn’t need to see to know that he’d changed far too much since the last time I saw him.
“Will...”
He waited.
I waited, watching his movements.
He waited some more. He brought the cigarette to his mouth, drawing the smoke in deeply before exhaling a cloud through his nose and then lazily snuffing it out on the wooden arm of the antique chair.
I couldn’t take it. I turned and bolted, darting down the hall.
It didn’t take more than a few seconds for him to catch up. He grabbed me around the waist before I could reach the door, throwing me back, effectively putting himself between me and my only exit.
In the tussle, I caught the sharp sting of alcohol. My head swam with memories, returning to the last time I saw him drunk and angry. Backing away, I stepped around the couch so that it acted like a shield. It would be nothing for him to leap over it, but it was all I had.
I gritted my teeth, grinding until my jaw hurt. Was this it, then? Was he ready to air it all out and end this thing between us?
The multiple windows give me a better view of his face. As always, I was struck by his fine features: straight nose, pretty mouth, strong jaw. But it was the new details that moved me. The dark skin under his eyes, the slightly greasy sheen on his forehead, and lips that were too red and cracked. Whatever he used to style his hair with was long gone, leaving it limp and looking like he’d run his hands through it too many times.
He was handsome as always, but he didn’t look good.
“I've been waiting for this day,” I spat, ignoring all that, “though I expected you to come sooner. What happened, couldn’t get off Michael’s leash, or does one of the others hold it these days?”
His smile was mocking. “You were waiting for me? Why is that?”
I stayed silent. Maybe this had nothing to do with what I’d done. Maybe Will didn't even know and was here for another reason. If that were the case, telling him now would only make him worse.
He tilted his head, taking a step to the side. “Is it because you know you owe me, maybe.”
“I owe you shit.” Lie. Lie. Lie.
“We both know that isn’t right,” he said. With each step he took, I took another. I knew he was herding me back to the bedroom. There was no other choice unless I let him close the distance between us. “I loved you, and you lied.”
“You put Martin in the hospital,” I argued, “and you burned down my gazebo. I’d say we’re even.”
“You ruined me.”
“You’ve got nobody to blame but yourself.”
He came to a stop as he entered the hallway. “You want to know why I’m here, Em? I just wanted to see you. See how you were holding up after everything you did to me, to us. I wanted to talk, to understand why...I wondered if you’d finally tell me the truth after all this time. If you could do that, then maybe...”
So he did know.
I didn’t answer him. How could I?
“I am barely hanging on, Em,” he continued. “And you know what really hurts? Instead of seeing you hurting just as much, you have the life you always wanted. Away from me. Happy.”
My mouth opened with a silent gasp as my chest caved in. He’s been watching me. For how long? What has he seen?
“What did you expect?” I ask, forcing more bravado than I felt. “For me to wallow around in self-pity, drinking my days away, and lifting every skirt I can find? I think you’ve got us confused, Will.”
“Who was the guy?” he growled.
What? I blinked in confusion, his unexpected diversion causing my mind to spin out.
Will stepped closer. “The guy you had lunch with. Is he your man now?” The question was guttural, like it was torn from his throat.
Lunch. I had lunch with Brett, a senior designer at the firm. He wanted to bring me onto his team for an upcoming project and invited me to lunch to review the details. We talked about the house and our ideas. It was innocent. He was a happily married man with three kids at home. But the way Will’s eyes trailed over me, I might as well have been sitting in his lap.
“So what if he is?” I challenged. “Why shouldn’t I be out here, living my life? I could crawl into as many beds as I wanted. Let every man in the city have a piece of this ass. What are you going to do about it?”
He charged. I retreated, scrambling to get away from him, from the anger that poured out of him and burned me.
“Will,” I cried when he caught my shoulders and turned me so my back hit the wall. My glasses flew off, clattering somewhere nearby. “Will, stop.”
His closed fist landed next to my head, and I felt the vibrations down my neck and spine. “All you had to do was apologize.”
With shaky hands, I bunched the fabric at his shoulders, feeling the soft material of a hoodie. A black hoodie, just like before. “I won’t.”
“Why can’t you just do what I ask, just once. Why do you have to ruin everything?”
“I gave you what you wanted.” My voice strained as tears built behind my eyes. That perfect night. We had one perfect night, and it was everything I had to give. He never understood that. “I gave you Thunder Bay back. I left so it could be yours. Isn’t that what you want.” He wanted to erase me, and I let him.
He shook me by the arms, screaming, “I told you want I want.” Me...Us.
The ache from his grip and the sound of his rage felt like an old meeting an old acquaintance. Looking up at him, I almost smiled. “And I told you no.”
Maybe I was the first. I'd love that.
He pushed me so forcibly that my head thumped against the wall as he stepped away. He ran a hand over his face, a sound like a groan crossed with a wail pulling from his chest. It broke me to hear, but I couldn't let him see it, even now.
“I can’t,” he panted, gasping for air that escaped him. His glare cut me deep, despite the shadows we stood in. “They’re all moving on. But I can’t. Because of you.”
I understood. No matter what I did, no matter who I met, nothing changed. I was still Emory Scott, the girl who killed the heart of the only boy she ever loved. “You’ll have to kill me.”
He recoiled as if slapped and looked as shocked as I felt at seeing him here.
I rested my head against the wall and looked up at my ceiling as the tears threatened to leak. “Kill me because I can’t keep doing this with you.” Taking a deep shuddering breath, I turned my gaze on him, hardening myself. “But I can’t be this with anyone else either.”
And that was the truth. Will had a part of me, a crucial part that kept me chained to him. I ached from a hollow emptiness constantly. Lived with the pain, knowing I’d never be full again. I only truly lived when I was with Will.
I forced my eyes to stay open, trained on him. "So come on, Will! Finish this. Finish what you started." Because I warned him to stay away from me. Don't touch me. He never listened and always did what he wanted. This was the consequence.
He charged at me, and I gasped, bracing myself for his wrath. As soon as he got his hands on me, I swatted at him, heedless of his strength and not caring where my blows landed.
But Will took me by surprise. He wrapped me up, pinning my arms between us. “Shh,” he said into my hair. I fought to push him off, but my energy waned the longer he held me. Stupidly, I leaned into him, hiccuping into his shoulder. I felt him move, shifting lower. His nose dragged down my temple, around my cheek, over the curve of my jaw until he pressed an open kiss along my nape. That stirred in me something I should have known better than to enjoy. Anticipation mixed with fear and...
I pounded my fist against his chest to keep from cracking open in front of him. “I’m not sorry.”
“Neither am I,” he shot back, his breath heating the place his lips just were. “We’re not done yet.”
I sniffled and stiffened in his arms as his words took root. His hand snaked up the back of my neck and into my hair. He fisted the loose strands, forcing my head back to look at him in his hooded eyes. The stark green rimmed in red was all I could see.
“We are going to finish this, Em, and I'm going to get my due,” he said, his other hand coming up and wrapping his fingers around my exposed throat. My heart hammered under the pad of his thumb. His lips brushed lightly against mine as he whispered, “But I want to enjoy it. Sober.”
My breaths became shallow as I watched him watch me. So much of this was familiar, yet I didn't know what this new Will would do next.
Will moved suddenly, his mouth landed fully on mine and his tongue sinking in deep for a terrible moment that I craved so much before pulling back. “So, you’ll have to wait a little longer, but I promise you when I’m done, you’ll wish all I wanted was an apology.”
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SORRY SO SHORT
CHAPTER3
NAT POV
2 MONTHS LATER
Oh god oh my god. I sat crying looking around my dorm, what the fuck was I supposed to do. I just had the worst news ever. College was done with me and my scholarship was being retracted effective immediately. Least what they said and what coach and some staff wanted. I had 60 days to figure out school. I walked down the hall to my best friends room. We had managed and pleaded every year to be in the coed dorms and as close as possible and this year got placed in a apartment and somehow together. He was sitting in his room Galina in his arms as they kissed and I felt bad for interrupting.
“Sorry, um I’ll just come back later.”
“Snickers, what’s wrong.”
“Nothing just ignore me have fun.”
“Natasha.” Joe said as I stopped, he got up coming to me and gently lifting my head. “You don’t cry, you broke your arm when we were 8 jumping out of trees and didn’t cry.”
“Um I have to leave, my I lost my scholarship.”
“How your on the deans list, what! Snickers what happened they can’t just-“
“I’m pregnant.” He shut up but his eyes widened and then his jaw slacked back open as he looked down at my stomach.
“You- what?”
“I’m pregnant Joe, I can’t play so they want to pull it.”
“That’s illegal they can’t pull it.”
“I can’t play-“
“So there’s a rule they can’t do that and besides you have amazing grades they can’t just drop you.”
“What do I do?”
“How, we ain’t been home since break-“
“Asshole I’m almost 8 weeks. Josh knocked me up on break.”
“When the hell did you guys even find-“
“Don’t worry we did, a lot.”
“Does he know?”
“No not yet hell I just found out.”
“So I know first?”
“Well duh I don’t know who else to talk to your my best friend and I can’t tell Josh.”
“Why not, wait your keeping it right?”
“Yes Joe you know I am. But I can’t just call him and be like oh yeah I’m pregnant.”
“Why not.”
“Oh my god.” Galina said as she hit him in the arm. “That’s not something to say over the phone. How would you feel if that was me and I said it over a phone call?”
“I mean what else can she really do.”
“You guys said he’s not far right? Drive there.”
“Actually that is a good idea beautiful. Snickers?”
“What do I say, I - we didn’t plan on this Joe we’re still kids, hell we are at different schools in different states, he, he wants to be in the NFL I- I’m gonna ruin his life.” I said starting to cry again at the thought of hurting him in any way
“Snickers uce loves you. You’re not ruining his life or yours and yeah we are young and this wasn’t planned but we got this, our families got us ok.” Joe got me calmed down holding my hair as I puked from nerves and being worked up as Galina went and got crackers and sprite from the cafeteria in our building. We then got in the car as Joe drove us four hours to Livingston. Getting there we found out Josh was in practice so we went and waited. I easily spotted him and smiled watching him. As practice ended he ended up seeing us and jogged up dabbing up his cousin before hugging me and pressing a kiss to my lips ignoring his teammates.
“Damn she thick.”
“Yeah and she’s mine.” Josh growled as I rubbed his arm. He was definitely a hot head and wore his heart on his sleeve. He didn’t compartmentalize his emotions like Joe or Jon. “What’s up Ma everything ok? Everything good back home uce?”
“Yeah but you and Snickers need to talk uce.”
“What’s up?” He asked looking at me.
“Go change baby.”
“You sure.” I nodded as he kissed me jogging off. I sat bouncing my leg nervously. Only stopping when my best friend placed a gentle hand on my knee.
“Calm down before you get sick again.”
“I’m scared Joe. I’m scared teddy bear.” He sighed hugging me
“It’s gonna be ok, I promise.”
“Aye what’s up.” Josh walked up quickly getting worried “what’s wrong baby why you upset.”
“We’ll let y’all talk.” Joe took Linas hand as they walked off the bleachers and started walking.
“Baby girl what’s up?”
“We gotta talk.”
“You breakin up with me? Find someone else?”
“No, no nothing like that, it’s worse.”
“You cheat?”
“No did you?”
“No.” He saw me nervous as he looked at me “Snickers talk to me.”
“I’m pregnant Josh”
“What? You for real?” I looked at him like he was crazy, like for real I ain’t drive hours for a joke “how? When you due?”
“Yes I’m for real I ain’t drive here for some bullshit I’m almost 8 weeks and it happened while we was on break and you couldn’t put your dick up.”
“Aye you wasn’t complaining when you was calling me daddy and telling me not to stop.”
“Joshua!” I couldn’t help but laugh as I pushed his shoulder. Grateful he’d made me laugh always making me feel better. I sat next to him as he put an arm around me “I’m sorry I’m ruining everything, you’re life.”
“You not ruining anything, timing may suck but not like I ain’t thought about kids wit you you know ima marry you one day.”
“You really mean that?”
“Hell yeah I mean it the fuck. So we havin a baby.”
“Yeah.”
“What about school? Your parents kno?”
“Well I obviously can’t play anymore but I wanna finish and no just Joe and Galina and us.”
“Ok so we need tell our parents but we got this, I don’t know what we fixin to do about school we in different states and Jon just bounced he wasn’t doing good and dropped. How we raise a baby apart, I don’t wanna miss nothin.”
“We got one more year we can do it. It won’t be but a few months between when I have the baby and us graduating.”
“You right but shit I’m still missin a lot what about appointments and all that and labor what happens when you have this kid?”
“Josh it’s four hours we I’m already freaking enough we gotta stay positive.”
“You right, you right.”
After spending the night in Alabama we headed back to Georgia and Josh very reluctantly letting me go but kissing my stomach. He’d spend the whole night his hand on my stomach. After I got back to school I doubled down so I could graduate early. Josh and I would tell our parents next weekend we were taking a few days and driving home. Joe of course came with me. We told Josh’s parents first and they both were shocked but excited. Jon excited and hugging us happy he was gonna be an uncle and Uncle Eki was happy everyone hugging us. We then drove to my parents house where it definitely wasn’t received the same, my parents weren’t happy and thought I was ruining my life and Josh’s and my father was especially upset about it. He looked at me and set Josh off with his words when he said I should have an abortion that we didn’t need children and essentially said if I decided to keep this child I was out of the family I would be disowned and cut off, My mom didn’t fully agree and thought that was a bit too far but didn’t say anything so I stood up went to my room packing what I could of clothes personal items and pictures I cherished and my favorite stuffed animal I’d had since I was a baby and with Josh’s help put it in his car since my dad said I couldn’t take my car since he’d paid for it and it was in his name. Josh went to his mom and dad house and put my stuff in his room and when his parents asked he said I got kicked out my family said get rid of it or don’t come home or call because I was making a mistake so my stuff was gonna be in his and Jon’s old room til we got a place after school. He then the next day drove me back to school. I was only there 3 months before I left getting my credits all early and went back to Florida using some saved money for a crappy apartment and getting a job at a furniture company that Joes older sister Vanessa owned.
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That One Love (Remus x reader)
This will be chapter 2, focusing on Y/N's first night back, covering the feast and the dorm. I have added some original characters since I didn't feel like using Marlene and Mary, I love them, but I don't have enough comfort to write and do them justice so instead I just added two other girls instead, completely my own.
Chapter 2: New Year, Same School
Y/N was the first to leave the carriage once they got to the school’s door, wanting to be away from her brother’s friends as quick as possible. It wasn’t as if she wasn’t friends with them, or that she didn’t like them, rather she was just tired of being around them for the entire journey, especially with Sirius only sulking beside her the entire time. Walking off, she went to go find her friends, a girl with short dark hair named Jane and another girl with long red hair named Ren. Jane was Y/N’s roommate in the dorms, while Ren belonged to Hufflepuff, they met her when Y/N and Jane had went to the kitchens past curfew and found the girl there discussing what should be in the dinner next with the house elves.
Luckily, it didn’t take long for Ren to instead find her, Jane simply following behind as the redhead jumped on their friend’s back nearly taking them both down before Y/N was able to balance herself.
“How was your summer?” Jane asked, seeing the play in front of her.
“Uneventful unless you count my brother’s friend showing up halfway through and having to deal with those two idiots.” Y/N replied, recalling how Sirius had shown up halfway through their summer holiday at her home, James was quick to convince their parents to let him stay the rest of the summer, which was honestly better than having to put up with his pining after Lily.
“Well, Jane was finally able to ask out that muggle girl she’s been talking to for the past year.” Ren informed, finally getting off of her friend’s back as they were finally ushered inside. At the mention of the girl Jane’s face turned a pale shade of pink, Y/N letting a small laugh out from the sight.
“Got that boost of courage us Gryffindors are so well known for huh?” She teased, bumping against Jane’s shoulder, causing her to just let out a small huff.
“Shut up, you aren’t having to keep a world-ending secret from your girlfriend!” She complained, now looking around the Great Hall as they entered.
“Alright, well, I gotta get off to my table, I’ll see you two in charms tomorrow right?” Ren interrupted before either could say more, having to sit with the Hufflepuffs for this night. The two just nodded, waving to their friend before sitting at the table designated for them, looking at the table to see if there were any new professors.
“I heard that Slughorn might retire this year.” Jane whispered to her friend, talking about the old potions teacher.
“Hah, I doubt it, only way he’ll retire is if Dumbledore made him.” Y/N responded, looking at the mentioned teacher, seeing him talk to Flitwick about something.
Her friend was about to respond before the doors finally opened, McGonagall leading the first years to the small podium, the hat sitting on it’s normal stool waiting to sort the kids into what would be their ‘families’ for the next seven years they attended the school. There were a handful of new kids this year, most being sorted into Hufflepuff it seemed, the rest being divided almost equally between Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, and Slytherin. From the looks not many pureblood families had kids joining the school this year, either that or they sent their kids off to Durmstrang instead of Hogwarts for a ‘better teaching experience’ or whatever the meatheads over there got to do.
After Dumbledore got done with his long speech about the school year, food finally appeared in front of the students, the feast beginning as voices rose into the air, older students welcoming the new students while others simply caught up with their friends they hadn’t seen on the train or carriage ride.
“So, what classes do we not have together?” Y/N asked, wanting to figure out what classes she had with Jane, having to check Ren’s schedule the next day. Only reason they knew they had charms together was because it was a class they had to do every year and always had with Hufflepuff, that and Ren and Jane shared a car on the train and were able to find out the classes they shared meaning Y/N only had to figure out her and Jane’s chosen classes and not the core ones which they would have together regardless.
“Well, I dropped Ancient Runes this year and replaced it with Divination again because the class is easier.” Jane said, looking at her list of classes, Y/N nodding at the logic, she would’ve if she had more belief in the class but since she doesn’t she chose to stick with Ancient Runes instead.
“Right, and I took Muggle Studies instead of Arithmancy this year.” She replied, knowing how she had barely passed the class last year, choosing to instead take one she might find more interesting, and could cheat with since Ren happened to be a muggleborn.
“Cheater.”
“Oh hush it.”
“So, are those the only classes we have apart?” Jane asked, moving back to the topic at hand, looking between her and Y/N’s class lists.
“Seems like it, lucky cause then it means we only have to find new partners for those two classes,” She answered, knowing how neither really wanted to find new people to talk to, having made it this far in their time at school staying partners in classes, knowing how the other worked best helped them achieve better scoring.
“Well, I think you and Ren would have Runes together.” Jane tried to give that positive, before seeing who she had the class with, “oh, never mind, you have it with Ravenclaw this year.” She corrected.
“At least it’s not Slytherin.” Y/N said, finding that small win within the situation,
“Yeah, but we have Care of Magical Creatures with them.” Her friend mentioned, pointing to the class on her list.
“So fun,” She said in a mocking tone, putting her list away and looking at the food and people around the table, spotting her brother and his friends seemingly planning something, catching the eyes of Remus as he had looked down the table seemingly spaced out. He offered her a soft smile which she returned, before Jane mentioned something and gained Y/N’s attention once more
Once the feast was over the students had to clear the Great Hall, the pitched voices of the head boy and girls of each house loud in the hall as they had to direct the first years on where to go, Y/N and Jane walking past them and up the stairs, catching the sight of Ren leaving down to where Hufflepuffs had their dormitory right before they reached the main staircase.
Walking up the stairs the girls were able to enjoy some silence as they watched the stairs move and the portraits talk amongst themselves, before her brother and his friends were suddenly behind them.
“Hey, what’re you two doing?” James asked, noticing Y/N and Jane in front of him.
“Avoiding you.” His sister said bluntly, already tired of his face.
“You wound me, dear sister.” He replied, holding his hand over his heart and making a face of mock pain, Y/N just shaking her head as Jane laughed at the boy’s antics.
“We’re heading to the common room like everyone else,” Her friend offered as an actual answer, James nodding at that.
“Right, have to follow the herd huh?” He said, acting as if he wasn’t going to the same place they were.
“Stop trying to seem cool, Lily isn’t around.” Y/N replied, tired of his cool guy act, knowing he only did it to try and impress Lily, even when it has only failed. James went to reply but was cut off by the stairs moving, connecting the one they were on to the one they had to get to, Y/N and Jane now walking away from the group and continuing on the path they had memorized their first year, the sound of steps above and below them cutting through the silence.
“So, when did Remus grow a foot taller?” Jane asked, looking at her friend for an answer as if she knew why the boy would be any taller.
“I don’t know, probably over summer.” She had answered, Jane remembering she did in fact not have the answer.
“Right, you know he was looking at you the entire time we talked to your brother?” Her friend mentioned.
“How do you know, were you looking at him the entire time?” Was the response, causing Jane to shove her friend forward in a teasing manner.
“As if, I only have eyes for Billie, thank you very much.” She defended, crossing her arms as she walked.
“That’s the muggle girl’s name!” Y/N exclaimed, having tried to remember it in the back of her head.
“Please stop calling her that, its very undermining.” Jane said, trying to defend her new girlfriend’s honor.
“I wouldn’t if I could’ve remembered her name.” She replied, holding her hands up in defense, “don’t worry, I’ll remember it from now on.” Y/N then held out her hand for her friend to take as if making a business deal in the form of a promise.
Jane laughed at the gesture, shaking her hand before continuing up the stairs, arriving at the portrait of The Fat Lady, who was currently trying to serenade the students in front of her, seemingly none of them knew the password, Y/N almost went up to say it so her ears wouldn’t bleed before a voice came from behind her.
“Caput Draconis!” The voice said, belonging to Remus, the other marauders behind him, James and Sirius seemingly busy with some prank they were now planning. The portrait swung open rather reluctantly, the students passing through the opening as the Fat Lady muttered something about how ‘no one could understand great music.’
“Thanks for saving our ears.” Y/N joked, walking through the portrait, Jane having gone in front as Remus now took the spot beside the girl.
“My pleasure, Godric knows how long she would’ve kept going.” He replied, laughing to himself and waving to the two as he walked to the boys dorms, Y/N and Jane going up the staircase to their own.
“Oh, he is so into you!” Jane exclaimed once the two girls got to their room, their stuff already there as Y/N set to get her stuff ready for classes to begin the next day. She just laughed at her friend’s claim, brushing it off as nothing more than a joke.
“Yeah, right. James Potter’s annoying little sister?” She said, taking out her potions book and looking through it as it would help her better be prepared for what they might cover this year.
“Y/N, how often has Remus talked to you before now?” Her friend asked, bringing to light a very valid question.
“I don’t know, we’ll talk if paired up for classes but we have our own friend groups so not much. Besides, I’m pretty sure James told them to not even try with me in our first year.” She replied, knowing how her brother has asked her not to date his friends before, not because he didn’t trust them, just because he found the prospect of his friend dating his little sister too weird.
“Oh, you always ruin the fun.” Jane complained, laying down on her bed, Y/N tossing one of the school pajama sets at her.
“For sure, now go change before sleeping, don’t need to sleep in the uniform.” She instructed, pointing at the bathroom door. Jane groaned in response before heading to the bathroom, emerging a few minutes later with her pajamas on, before getting in her bed.
“Well, one of us will get proven right about Remus’ feelings, and it will be me.” Was all Jane said before closing the privacy curtains around her bad, going to sleep for the night.
Y/N shook her head at the prospect presented to her by her closest friend, that being that her brother’s closest friend, well one of, had a crush on her. Maybe Remus was just being nicer this year since their adventure at Hogwarts together was coming to a close, the next year being the Marauders’ last at the school before leaving. That, at least, is what she convinced herself of before falling asleep for the night, awaiting the sun to rise in the morning.
#remus lupin x reader#the marauders#remus lupin#marauders era#sirius black#james potter#peter pettigrew#lily evans#severus snape#x reader
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ONTO THE OTHER STORY. this one’s a lil fucked up but I feel like girlhood is having sleepovers that start off fun then venture into trauma JDJDJDJS
I’ve only told a handful of people about this story. I had a friend group at uni. I was particularly really close w this one girl, I’ll name her Kendall. We were newly basically best friends. We did everything together and lived with dorms on the same hall.
We had one of those like flirty/jokey friendships that genuinely doesn’t mean anything. Like yk when some girls post a pic and their friends comment “fuck me” or “when are we getting married?” type thing. it was like that.
It was whatever until they quickly became v explicit and I couldn’t tell whether she was just kidding anymore, bc I knew she was into girls and her type looked like me, but I wasn’t into her and not into girls (not at that time anyway💀)
I was a virgin at this time and super bad at saying no to people. I hated rejecting people and that kind of thing. So I asked my close friend, who had first-hand seen me struggle to reject people in the past, help on how to reject her bc at this point I was CERTAIN she wasn’t joking anymore and I really wasn’t into her.
This friend, who had never met kendall, told her that I accused her of SEXUALLY HARASSING ME?????? Because I didn’t want her to keep flirting w me bjt didnt know how to say no. I found out about this and was specifically like what the FUCK, I have never said that, will never say that, have never felt that way etc. I just wanted to REJECT THE DAMN GIRL DJDJD (turns out she did actually like me and I was right but that’s not the point😭) LMFAOOOO. I can laugh at it now and you can too, bjt it was so traumatising at the time.
It became a whole thing. It spread all throughout college. I was known as the girl who LIED about sexual harassment. My entire friend group dropped me, everyone in college stopped speaking to me, I lost all of my friends for something I didn’t do. Every time I made a new friend, they’d run up to her as I left and said “don’t befriend her, she lied about SA, irs so fucked up” etc
I had to leave college for a while bc it fr fucked me up because I genuinely didn’t do anything. God forbid anything did happen whilst I was at college, nobody would have believed me because I had a reputation of lying ab that when I literally said I never said or felt like kendall did that lol
LMAOOOO. Yeah. That was wild. Deffo my Roman Empire - the first time I realised that the world is COLD. But I’ve healed and stuff so u can laugh at it djdjdjdjdj
oh my god that’s genuinely awful i’m so so sorry ): i’m glad things are better now and it’s in the past! i’ve had those friendships before and it’s weird to navigate. i honestly didnt have a lot of irl friends drama after i moved from my small town, but after that i used to be on stan twitter and i went thru sm friendships and friend groups/groupchats on there. there was so much drama and if any of u know about 5sos stan twit u may have heard of some of the drama i was in if u were there years ago ..
#ask#🦆 anon#lukerise was one of the gcs i was in if u know what that is lmk just bc im kind of curious if any of u will know what that means#HAHA
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