#ok by i have twenty minutes Until that class lmao
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“The Vanishing of Will Byers” Part 2
ClPairings: Steve Harrington x Henderson!reader
Warnings: none
A/n: Thank you to everyone who liked the first part! This story is just for fun and I’m happy that some people like it:)))
Word count: 1459
*Btw the gifs aren’t mine and don’t apply to this part of the story I just wanted cute videos of Steve lmao*
Shit. Shit. Shit. We are so fucking late.
“Dustin!” I yell, the tooth brush hanging between my lips. “Get up, we’re gonna be late!” I hear a loud groan as I finish brushing my teeth and wipe my mouth off.
Right as I’m about to bust up into Dustin’s room I hear our house phone start ringing. Sighing, I run to the kitchen and grabbed the phone before it stopped ringing. “Hello?”
“Hi, Y/n, it’s Joyce.”
“Oh, hi, Mrs. Byers.”
“I was wondering if Will spent the night at your house last night?”
Confused I reply, “Uh, no ma’am. He biked off to your house once Dustin and I got home from Mikes. We left a little after eight, why? He’s not home?”
“Uh,” Mrs. Byers starts off, “You know what? I think he just left early for...for school. Thank you so much. Bye.”
“Oh, ok, by-” I try to respond, but she hangs up before I can finish my sentence. ‘That was odd.’ I thought before hanging the phone up.
Walking to Dustin’s room I slam open the door and the first thing I see is the drool running down his chin. “Dude, get the hell up and get dressed.” I say as I rip the blankets off of him. “Mom will be pissed if she gets a call from the school saying that we were late...again.”
“I’m up, I’m up.” He groans, getting up and walking to his closet.
“Good, I’m gonna fix us a quick breakfast and by the time I’m done you better be ready to head out the door.” He rolls his eyes murmuring a ‘yeah, yeah’ before I walk out of his room, heading to the kitchen.
After feeding Mews and fixing Dustin and I a pop-tart, I head to my room to grab my keys and my bag. Mine and Dustins rooms are right beside each others making the wall behind our beds connected to each other. When Dustin was little he would have these little nightmares, so he would knock three times on the wall and, since I’m a light sleeper, it would wake me up. So, being the amazing big sister I am, I would go in there and hold him until he went back to sleep. I eventually would end up falling asleep along side him. I slam my fist on the wall behind my bed. “Hurry the hell up dipshit! You have three minutes until I’m leaving your ass here.”
“I’m coming!” He yells, exiting his room at the same time I exit mine. I throw him his pop-tart, making him stumble with his jacket and book-bag. Dropping both items in the process. I laugh at the clumsy tween in front of me. I walk out of the house, Dustin soon on my trail, and get into my car reeving the engine. Right as he shuts his door I put the car in reverse and speed off to school.
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“Mom’s gonna have your ass if she finds out how fast you just went. Especially in the school zone.” Dustin says, a mischievous grin on his face.
Parking at the middle school to let him out, I roll my eyes looking at my little brother. “What the hell do I have to do now?”
“I won’t tell mom that you were going fifty in a twenty-five if you give me the Marvel Chris Claremont and Frank Miller’s Wolverine.”
“What?! No?! That took me six months to get and it was hella expensive. No way, think of something else.” I say, rolling up my window before I head to the high school.
Opening the door to get out of the car, he shrugs his bag on, the same evil grin on his toothless face. “Then I guess when we get home moms gonna find out and your gonna be in deep shit.”
“Okay, okay!” I yell, right before he slams the door shut. “I’ll give it to you.” He throws his fist up in victory. “But,” I start, and the happy smiles slowly goes down once he knows whats coming. “Just remember...payback is a bitch.”
“Well, shit.” I hear him whisper before he slams the door shut and I speed off to go park at the high school.
As I’m walking to my first period class, I have to ignore the usual stares I get from the assholes of students in this Godforsaken high school. I don’t really get along with anybody in this school except for maybe Nancy Wheeler and Barb Holland. It’s not that I don’t want friends it’s just that people either think I’m weird or I’m hot. And when they think I’m weird they don’t stick around for long, but when they think I’m hot they just use me to get with one of the many guys that I have rejected here.
“Good morning, Y/n.”
I jump from the surprise of another persons voice as I unlock my locker. Once I notice it was Barb who greeted me, my nerves slowly calm down.
“Good morning Barb, Nancy.” I say as I notice Nancy taking out her Chemistry book. “Don’t worry about Kaminsky’s test. You’ll-we’ll do fine on it.”
“Thanks.” She says, a nervous laugh following up. “You’ve been nervous for it too?” She asks after a few seconds.
“Oh, definitely. His tests are impossible, no matter how high someones GPA is.” I say laughing along with her. “But, come on Nance, you’re the smartest person I know, you’ll be fine.” I glance over to the inside of her locker and notice a folded up piece of paper. “Oh, now what is this.” I quickly grab the paper before she can protest. “ ‘Meet me. Bathroom. -Steve.’ Gross, thank God I know exactly where I won’t be before class.”
She snatches the paper from my hand and puts it in her pocket, a blush slowly appearing on her face.
“You were saying?” Barb says. Which I’m guessing is from their previous conversation.
“I’ll see you guys later.” Nancy says, before closing her locker and rushing off to the girls bathroom.
“Have fun Nancy, we all know you will!” I yell out to her, Barb smacking my arm, but eventually she, too, was laughing at my remark.
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Halfway through Kaminsky’s review packet of the test. The principal walks in interrupting the class.
“Mr. Kaminsky, may I see Ms. Y/n Henderson, please. This will only take a moment.” The principal asks.
Kaminsky nods to me. I put my packet into my binder and grab my bag. Once I’m out of the room I see the Chief of police. Jim Hopper.
“Um, what is this about?” I ask the chief.
“I’ll explain once we get to the office. We just have to ask you a few questions about last night.” He replies as we start to walk to the office.
“It’s about Will, isn’t it? Joyce called me this morning before Dustin and I went to school.” I admit as we walk into the office. When we all have taken our assigned seats, he grabs a note pad and starts to ask the questions.
“Can you tell us everything that happened last night? You were at the Wheelers house, I believe?” He starts off.
“Yes, well I wasn’t there as long as the boys but I was there around eight to eight thirty-ish. I went to go pick up my little brother, Dustin.”
“And did you take him in your car or...?”
“No, I drove behind him, Lucas, and Will to make sure they got home. Lucas got home first, then me and Dustin. Wait. Did Will not make it to his house last night?” I asked, cause now that I think about it, I didn’t follow him to make sure he got home safely.
“No, he did not. And now we are trying to locate him. Do you know what road he takes home?” He asks, placing his hat on his head.
“Yeah,” I say, starting to get nervous for absolutely no reason. “The boys call the road Mirkwood. It’s from The Hobbit.”
Sighing, the chief stands up. “Yeah, that’s exactly what the three boys told me. You’re excused Ms. Henderson. Thank you for your help. When you get out of school, you head straight home and make sure your little brother stays put. We don’t need three more boys going missing because they were too stubborn to listen.”
“Yes sir.” I say as he walks out with his lieutenant in tow. As the principal dismissed me back to class, there was only one thing on my mind. Knowing the boys, those three little shit heads were gonna get themselves in trouble by going out to search for Will. Great, now I gotta be their damn babysitter.
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A/n: Just btw, it might seem that the reader is mean to Dustin but when I write them together it’s like a brother/sister kind of love. or a love/hate relationship lol. I didn’t want anybody to think I’m hating on Dustin, I would never, he’s one of my favorite characters! Anyways, hope ya’ll liked it, enjoy! <3
#steve harrington#stranger things#nancy stranger things#barb holland#steve x henderson#will byers#dustin henderson
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its mouse anon, back at it again
no worries, I'm also on here very inconsistently but that really warms my heart <33 I'll do my best to make it worthwhile for you!!
I work as a transportation engineer and it's a pretty niche field but I use programs like autocad on a daily basis
signal ... was definitely a show that I loved in the beginning but it got super dark and sad *cries in corruption* but I agree with that, I hide behind my anger at those types of shows. that being said, the guest and save me is still on my to watch list lol
I still haven't finished twenty five twenty one cause it's not a show I can watch in one setting! it's good but in small doses!!
the time travel shows are really hit and miss cause it throws off everything! but I ignore the time travel and the plot holes cause some of the time travel shows had really good characters
the killer's shopping list was good and short! it is a little odd cause it's more comedy than serious for most parts of the show. it's not the next Stranger but I still enjoyed it!
ahhh the business proposal!!! that show was *chef's kiss* super good! I loved both couples, but the ending was super cliche you could make a drinking game of how many cliches they had in the last episode haha both of the couples were very cute i agrees so they get a pass
prosecuter doberman <33 don't @ me but I didn't think Ahn Bo Hyun was good looking until My Name and Military Prosecuter. Itaewon Class did him so dirty (that show was overhyped too but ignore that if you liked it!) I sped through the last half cause I was hooked! and attorney woo too! I heard the cast went on a vacation on their own personal time and that's so cute of them! I think there may be a season 2 too!!!
ooh! minamdang cafe and big mouth is on my list! let me know if big mouth is similar to the Brazilian drama and your thoughts on it!
I live in the krama universe but I'll check out severence! I've also been meaning to watch The Great on Hulu. I'm currently watch Dark on Netflix (a German scifi show) and it's so complicated in a good way!
I recently rewatched Flower of Evil <333 I plan to start Lawless Lawyer soon and I have so many shows on my radar (once upon a small town, tomorrow, little women, rookie cops, dali and the cocky prince and all the shows you've recommended just to name a few) *cries in having no time*
I hope you're feeling safe and happy and I cant wait to hear from you!! <3
(mouse anon pt 2)
I always try to remember to send one ask at a time but I always forget something forgive me!!
I've been seeing reviews for the good detective 2 and they seem to be positive, so I'm also planning on watching it too!
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transportation engineer sounds so cool tbh no idea what these programs mean though lmao
honestly save me was.... u gotta have stomach for it. and its such a good criticism against the hmmm idek the english term for it. righteous religious people who u know. just hind behind god to do whatever the fuck a christian shouldnt do, like 99% of society. its good but u gotta punch a pillow every five minutes and also it gets super dark sometimes.
i feel u about twenty five twenty one, its not something you binge watch. i felt the same in hospital playlist but did not leave so scarred after it. also with 2521 kinda ruined future shows for me like the main couples..... ok i see yall trying with the chemistry but ARE you na heedo and baek yijin? i dont think so!!!!!! so basically im watching dramas for the plot cause the couples and relationships in it aint it ever since that damn show. extraordinary attorney woo got a pass cause taeoh smiles like THAT and eunbin is so good though.
the killer's shopping list was good and short! it is a little odd cause it's more comedy than serious for most parts of the show >>> the same for cafe minamdang!!! like most of the time they are being ridiculous and suddenly you have two minutes of pure dark drama. but its fun.
i enjoyed itaewon class a normal ammount tbh lmao though i agree ahn bo hyun went above and beyond looking disagreable on it. when i watched my name i knew he looked familiar but was shocked to see from where i knew him
regarding big mouth... i think you'll like it. like i have no other comments on it. you should watch it. its just the right type of entertaining. i think it will be right up your alley
honestly i watched dark season 1 and it took so long for s2 to come out i forgot everything and it seemed too convoluted for me to keep on going fsdklfdsjjkdsl but ive only ever seen good recs over it
im very excited for little women!!! but it still hasnt arrived on my netflix so i gotta wait till october or smth. im getting by with some weekly releases but thats it.
hope youve been well <3333
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it is meeeee again ! 🖤 bringing u YET another beauty heheh 🤠 i want plots w/ everyone so pls give this a like so i can come to u ! 🖤
excuse me did you see SABRINA CARPENTER hanging around palmwood studios? oh no, that was MIA CASSIDY , the TWENTY TWO year old actress who plays DIANNA PEROTTI on GROOVY 70′S . yeah, you know rumour has it they're - PICKY, and - STUBBORN, but their fans all say they’re + INDEPENDENT, and + TRUSTWORTHY. around palmwood studios they’re known as THE AMERICA’S SWEETHEART . ( cisfemale, she/her)
* ◞ ╰ general .
full name : mia christina cassidy .
nicknames : mimi , america’s sweetheart .
birthdate / zodiac sign : somewhere in september during taurus season .
sexual orientation : heterosexual .
parents : catherine cassidy ( 53 ) & simon cassidy ( 60 )
siblings: samuel cassidy ( 28 ) , beatrice cassidy ( 32 )
+ traits : captivating , warmhearted , loyal , self-reliant , trustworthy , hardworking , generous & reliable.
- traits : picky , stubborn , materialistic , opinionated , selfish , possessive , gluttonous .
likes : dancing , singing , creating content for tiktok , road trips , photography , doing picture puzzles , yoga , shopping , horror movie marathons , hiking with her dogs , dark coffee , chai and green tea , banana-flavored muffins , rain showers , stand-up comedy , classical novels , art museums , people who make her laugh , french fries ,
dislikes : animal cruelty , liars and cheaters , secrets , bad mannerism , bigotry , being ignored in any shape or form , receiving lectures , family dinners .
* ◞ ╰ quick history .
mia comes from a middle class family . a mother who always thought she deserved a better life & hated the fact she couldn’t have it , especially with three kids under her belt & a father who is a sweetheart , but he’s dumb AF unable to stand up to his wife or make a difference .
from the minute ... well , maybe a SECOND minute mia was born, her mother already had a plan for her life. baby commercials , tv shows , beauty pageants , singing/dancing/acting lessons , modeling .... school was very much neglected because her mother saw the “ potential “ aka she saw beauty not brains .
at just 6 months old , she became a regular face on a sitcom ( inspo: full house ) that aired until she was 10 years old , so the whole america ( and the world ) basically saw her grow up which explains why she had gotten the name of “ america’s sweetheart “ . everybody just LOVED her .
later on , obvi her entire family got rich due to mia’s success & her mother made sure their / her fame didn’t phase out , so she established a company in her name that would produce her subsequent films and videos ( inspo: the olsen twins hehe ) which mia didn’t mind bc while she wasn’t filming ( like her mother wanted ) she would be taking singing lessons or being at the studio ( something SHE wanted ) .
in truth , as much as mia truly disliked her mother , she still obeyed because .... well , she had respect for her & besides , her mother did have a nose for business , so she didn’t mind the “momager “ in her corner .
once she turned 17 , she also started coming out with her music . she never recorded a full on album but every song that did came out once in a while was a MASSIVE hit because the world just ate it all up . by the time she was 20 , she was named a sports illustrated swimsuit rookie of the year , maxim’s hot 100 list of sexiest women in the world , magazine covers , music video appearances .... you NAME it , she probably DID it . the girl has had a career so long she might as well retire at 25 lmao.
fast forward to this day , the producers of groovy 70′s basically begged her to play a role of dianna perotti which she initially excepted just so she can make a permanent move to los angeles & record more music , but now she’s also glad she did bc the show turned out to be a massive hit! :))
* ◞ ╰ personality & dating life .
ok first things first ... mia is DIFFERENT . i do not say this lightly bc the girl legit LOVES everything she does , loves herself ( A SHOCKER for someone in hollywood ) , loves her career , her friends , everything . sure her mother’s a crazy bitch and her father is a loser and she doesn’t talk to her siblings BUT WHO CARESSSSS .
due to her upbringing and the fact she was worth 10million before her 8th birthday , YES she loves nice things ( read : materialistic ) and is lowkey selfish .... in some aspects . this is also the reason why she no longer talks with the rest of her family & has v little friends -- a LOT of people used her just for her money & the fact she generously gave it away to whoever asked . they all got rich through her , and still never had enough so she cut off their supply of money & then they tried bad mouthing her to the press for revenge ( it didnt work but still )
also due to her upbringing and a career at such a young age , many people still see her as this “ young “ girl that she portrayed . either that , or they see her as a sex symbol . either way , it’s all about the looks which okay she doesn’t mind but also kinda does ??? BC SHE AIN’T DUMB LIKE HER DADDY. jkrfnerjhg .
so generally speaking , to those who know the real her : they know how sarcastic she is , how upset she gets when a favorite character of her fav tv show dies , how adventurous she is ( aka will call u up at 3 am to go hiking or some shit bc she cant sleep ) , or how much she’s actually SMART bc the girl reads classical novels and goes to museums .....
romantically speaking .... this will also come as a shock to u but girl KNOWS HER WORTH . yes u heard it right . she won’t go for the playboys , for the bad boys , for the actors ... the last boyfriend she had was a nyc broker okay . which means , she doesn’t fall for stupid shit the boys at palmwood do nor does she care hehe :))) U CAN TRY BUT ... :))
* ◞ ╰ connections .
OK OK ok Ok gimme the serena to her blair , the meredith to her christina I BEG OF U ! ! she needs a bestie she can be real with tbh .maybe like a small squad like in the gg series ?? YES PLS.
maybe like a small squad like in the gg series ?? YES PLS.
the NATE to her BLAIR aka someone she probably dated while they were teens and they were america’s sweethearts until he did something or idk we can dicuss what happened but now they dont talk BUT HE STILL HAS A HEART PIN SHE GAVE HIM INSIDE HIS SWEATER UGH.
the CHUCK to her BLAIR heheheheheh bc WHY NOT have someone in her life that annoys the living shit out of her but at the same time she wants to jump his bones LMAO
a bad influence friend would be also NOICE .
someone still using her for money or fame???? YESSSSS
someone she’s crushing on but won’t admit bc she’s determinated NOT to date actors? hehehehe
someone with a crush on HER ?? :))) i love skinny loves and unrequited crushes <333
alsooo someone who is her HOME . it doesn’t have to be romantic ( or can be hehe ) but like the person that makes her feel completely safe , warm and protected ? ? they can also just ... talk , and make each other laugh and smile :)) some fluff never hurt nobody :))
also let me just add some wcs here ; one , two , three , four , five , six , seven , eight , nine , ten , eleven , twelve , thirteen , fourteen , fifteen , sixteen , seventeen , eighteen , twenty , twenty one :)))))
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ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ
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ғʀᴀᴛ ʙᴏʏ!sᴛᴇᴠᴇ ʀᴏɢᴇʀs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: you and steve hooked up once and neither of you can forget that night
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: smut 18+ minors dni plz, kinda rough? but of course major fluffy aftercare from soft boi stevie, bit of inexperienced reader and insecure reader
(accidentally written unprotected sex but this is fanfiction lmao plz be safe irl)
ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: ive never participated in a challenge before and i think @honeysucklesteve is just the sweetest so hope you like it el! And congrats on 4k :T
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“And the interesting thing about that, mind I add…” the words of your professor falling short because you can’t shake the feeling of his eyes looking at you.
You kept your head low fighting the urge within you not to look back. A couple nights ago you landed yourself in the bed of the infamous frat president Steve Rogers and to make matters worse, you both major in American Studies meaning you share all of your classes.
You didn’t have much experience with guys in high school so it wasn’t surprising when you had the same experience in college. What was surprising was the fact you spent a night in the arms of one of the most handsome men you’ve ever laid your eyes on. Steve Rogers was a huge catch. Teachers loved him, girls chased him,and guys wanted to be him.
You remember that night so vividly.
The way his hands fit so perfectly on your hips. The way his lips felt so hot against your own burning skin; and moved perfectly against yours. The things he whispered in your ear. They way he held you close when you fell asleep in his arms. The way you hated yourself the next morning when you snuck out. The way your tummy flutters simply because he’s looking at you right now.
You breathed out shakily before turning your head to find his eyes with yours; he looked away the moment you did shyly, very unlike him. Fuck he was gonna be the death of you.
“And that should be the end of the lecture. I’m gonna go ahead let you guys go a little early. Have a good weekend everyone and make sure to check your emails,” the professor gathered his things and left.
You packed your things quickly trying your best to avoid his gaze that you knew was still on you. Steve packed quickly too before walking hot on your tail, just about to call your name until…
“Hey, Y/n,” Bucky called out.
“Oh, hey Buck.”
“It’s the weekend and as usual the guys and I want to party tonight. But the dean said one more noise complaint about our house and we get on academic probation so we’re asking a couple of people who might wanna come to the club with us.”
Behind Bucky you could see Steve walking towards you two and your stomach sank. Bucky and Steve were best friends and you don’t know if Steve told him that you guys slept together last weekend. What if something happens again tonight if you say yes. Why are you even thinking that something could happen again? Steve Rogers is way out of your league it was a miracle that you landed a chance to be his bed warmer in the first place.
“I’ll see you for lunch, man,” Steve said to Bucky patting his best friend's shoulders. His eyes lingering with yours until you had to pull away.
“I don’t think I should,” you told him, walking towards the door.
“Come on, Nat told me you're quite the party animal and you left early last week I didn’t get to see you in action,” Bucky chuckled, walking with you. You didn’t leave early…
“Buck,” you looked at him.
“Please?” he asked. You exhaled sharply rolling your eyes before walking away to your next class.
“Is that a yes?” he shouted, making you turn around with a cheeky grin. You got to your next class and noticed Steve sitting in a new seat today, particularly the one next to the seat you usually sit in. None of his housemates or regular friends took this specific lecture so he usually sat in the very back corner alone. But today here he is.
His head snapped up when you entered the room. You hesitantly sat down next to him still avoiding his eyes. You set up your laptop on the small table as did Steve; both your eyes glancing at each other quite awkwardly until Steve finally interrupts the silence.
“You coming tonight?” he whispered.
“What’s in it for me if I do?” you said playfully.
“A repeat of the best night you’ve ever had,” he said cheekily.
“Oh, really,” you chuckled sarcastically as he nodded with an overly proud smirk.
“Probably not,” you answer his question.
“Seriously? Why not? I can pick you up,” he said.
“Steve,” you warned.
“What? Afraid you won’t be able to resist me?”
“You’re so full of it,” you said, making you both laugh.
“You were full of my dick last week,” he whispered.
“Steve!” you punched his side making him laugh hard enough for other students to take notice of your ruckus.
“Welcome class, we’ll begin the lecture in one minute. I’m just gonna pull it up on the projector,” the professor said rushing in.
“Please come tonight,” he whispered.
“Why are you obsessed with me?” you joked.
“Fuck off,” he chuckled.
“If I say ok, will you shut up for the rest of the lecture?”
“Maybe,” he grinned.
“Then maybe I’ll come,” you smirked.
Throughout the lecture Steve paid absolutely no attention whatsoever. Steve had been thinking about that night just as much as you had. The way your neck craned to the side a bit, reminding him of when he littered marks and bruises all over last week. The way you subtly bit your lip in concentration but all that clouded his mind was lust remembering how you looked so pretty from above when he was settled between your legs.
He wanted you again so badly. He wasn't going to lie, it sort of hurt him when he woke up and you weren't there. He thought maybe there was something between you two, god knows the tension was overwhelming that night. You weren't the most frisky woman he'd been with but you were sweet; slight innocence with your intimacy. He craved you.
Steve leaned towards you, his fingers twiddling with yours. You tried your best to ignore his advances despite how much you equally craved him. He ran his nose along your cheek and jaw and your breathing quickened inhumanly.
"What are you doing?" you whispered.
"Nothing, just relax," he responded. As much as he wanted to drag you out of class and fuck you so good, he knew you'd rip him a new one if he did. No matter how he'd make you feel.
"No, we're in the middle of a lecture," you argued.
"I'm not doing anything," he said humorously, you were not humored though.
"Steve," you scolded when he pressed a faint kiss under your ear.
You knew a guy like Steve was horny practically twenty-four seven, but you didn't take him to be quite clingy. Especially with someone like you. His arm wrapped under yours. His other resting on your thigh. His head tucked in the crook of your neck. It wasn't particularly sexual, but it was intimate. Something normal to couples, and you two were not a couple.
"Please come tonight," he whispered, “If not I’ll come over.”
"Ugh fine," you grunted, your voice breaking into a giggle because you did somewhat enjoy this unfamiliar attention.
Steve continued to sit next to you during the rest of your classes for the day absent mindedly teasing you, playing with your fingers, twirling your hair between his fingers, leaning his head on your shoulder while he held your hand. Like geez, take a girl out already.
By the time you got back to your shared apartment with two of your closest friends you felt conflicted. Why the sudden shift in Steve? You two weren't exactly best friends before, just two people who shared classes and accidentally slept with each during a drunken night at a frat party.
"Hey, everything ok?" Wanda asked you noticing your inner battle.
"Uh, yeah. Kinda. No," you said defeatedly making the girls chuckle.
"What happened?" Nat asked.
"That guy, that I… you know."
"Fucked?"
"Nat!" you said embarrassed.
"Go on," Wanda encouraged.
"Well, I never told you guys but the guy was Steve," you said shyly.
"What!" the girls exclaimed simultaneously.
"You're lying," Nat laughed.
"You really went from zero to a hundred," Wanda giggled.
"Guys stop," you whined.
"All day today, he's been like super clingy. Holding my hand and pretending he's like my boyfriend."
"Wait, I thought you liked him?" Nat asked, confused.
"I mean I do, but it's sudden and I'm pretty sure it's only because he wants to get in my pants again, you know?" you rationed.
"Awe, I don't think that's true. I've known Steve for a bit and yeah he sleeps around sometimes but he's not a giant dick. Doing that would be way too shallow, especially for Steve," Nat said.
“Yeah but don’t you think it’s weird?” you asked.
“Look did Bucky ask you about tonight?” Nat asked.
“Yeah, he did- how do you know that?” you asked, confused.
“Oh- Uh,” Nat paused.
“She asked Buck to invite you,” Wanda snickered.
“Why?” you asked.
“Well, you never go out with us and the last time you did we thought you just went home but apparently you were getting laid,” Nat cackled.
“Oh my- shut up,” you huffed before storming off to your room.
“Wait! Can you at least come with us tonight?” Wanda followed you.
“No,” you giggled.
“Please!” both girls said at the same time. As you closed your door with a grin on your face not responding.
Hours later you laid on your bed lowly listening to the soft rumbling chaos from your comedic roommates. You stayed in your not so sexy undergarments and not so sexy sweatpants along with a hoodie you stole from your brother before you moved.
You ate the junk you’ve stocked up on the past few weeks feeling a bit glum. It’s not that you didn’t necessarily want to go, you would love to spend another night in that gorgeous man’s arms but there’s absolutely no way Steve is gonna want you the way you’d like him too. Not sober.
There was a subtle knock on your door and you called out knowing the girls were probably ready to leave.
"How do we look?" Nat asked, walking into your room with Wanda.
"Wow, you guys look hot," you said sitting up.
"You think Vis would like this or is it too much?" Wanda asked sheepishly, she's had a crush on the foreign exchange student Vis for the longest time and had yet to make a move.
"I think someone's gonna have a lucky night," you wiggled your brows suggestively, making her roll her eyes and blush.
"What about you, still chasing Bryce?" you turned to Nat looked extra sexy tonight.
"His name is Bruce," she rolled her eyes.
"And yes, I am," she chuckled.
"You're so weird," you giggled, Bruce didn't seem to particularly be Nat's type but hey, no judgement.
"I heard he's got like a monster cock," you said.
"Shut up," she pushed you playfully.
“It’s always the nerds,” Wanda giggled.
"Anyways, are you sure you don't want to come?" Wanda asked sincerely.
"I'm sure," you smiled.
"Steve's gonna miss you," Nat teased.
"Yeah, I doubt that."
"Well, stay safe, cutie," the girls waved heading to the Uber that waited outside for them.
"You too!"
You sighed before grabbing more snacks to stuff your face with. A couple hours went by of sitting around watching nonsense on TV for a bit. You ate dinner that was far from fine dining but it was available before slouching on your bed until the late hours of the night.
You were practically falling asleep, tired and dry eyes glued to the screen of your small TV when you got a knock at the front door. You check the clock by your bed wondering if maybe either of the girls left their keys, but it wasn’t even midnight yet.
You clutched your phone walking hastily to the front door as quietly as possible creeping up to the peehole to see who would be your unexpected guest.
“What the hell are you doing here?” you swung the door open.
“What the hell are you wearing?” Steve retorted.
“My jamas,” you rolled eyes stepping to side to let him in.
“Seriously what are you doing here?”
“I told you earlier, you didn’t come tonight so I came to you,” he said, taking his jacket off.
“Seriously?” you tried not to smile, but the action gave you butterflies.
“You promised to come. I missed you,” he said walking up to you.
“You’re so full of shit,” you giggled, staring at his devilishly handsome grin.
“Come on, whatcha doing?” he said, grabbing your hand and taking you to the room. You three had a fairly small apartment and your light was obviously the only one on in the whole apartment making it easy for him.
“Well, before you rudely invaded my home, I was stuffing my face with all kinds of junk watching TV,” you said to him making him scowl playfully at you.
“Well, then let’s finish the rest of your junk food then,” he said laying on your bed. You still couldn’t wrap your head around the sudden shift in attention. Steve was a guy who could have anyone and he’s chasing you for some reason.
You weren’t a blonde bombshell with a perfect hourglass figure that made guys want you left and right. You had flaws that drew people away and you don’t think Steve remembers that night like you do. What if he hates your body? What if he thinks you're annoying and suddenly leaves?
“Everything alright?” Steve asked you.
“Uh, sorta,” you answered honestly.
“Come here, talk to me,” he said, opening his arms. You couldn't help your eyes narrowing at him.
“What?”
“Do you even remember anything from that night?” you whispered.
“Where’s this coming from?” he asked.
“Steve, come on,” you chuckled.
“What?”
“Do you just wanna fuck now? Make it quick so you can go back to the party-”
“Woah, who said anything about fucking?” he stood up towering over you making you suddenly feel really small and shy.
“I mean that’s why you’re here, right?”
“I came because I told you if you didn't go out with us that I was gonna hang with you. I didn’t say anything about sleeping with you. If you really want I can go home but I wanted to hang out with you,” he said sincerely.
“Oh, I- uh,” you stuttered; well now you feel like a dick.
“We can just sit and keep watching TV until you want to go to sleep and I can head out,” he said, sitting back down on your bed. You sat beside him carefully watching his movements. He kept his eyes trained on the TV for a bit before locking his eyes with yours. You turned away quickly hearing him chuckle before sudden movement escalated behind.
Steve grabbed you from behind gently and leaned back so you laid on his chest. You could feel the hard plains of muscles on your back. And the way his strong wrapped perfectly around your waist, it felt heavenly.
Steve’s jaw tightened from the hypnotizing scent of your shampoo. He remembered it from that night not long ago and he couldn’t get it out of his head.
He wasn't going to lie, since that night all he could think about was how smooth your skin was under his fingertips. How pretty you sounded when he was settled between your legs. How good it felt when your fingers carded through his hair. He wanted you so bad.
He wanted to wake you up between your thighs again. Ravish you once more before breakfast, hell eat you for breakfast. But when you weren't there sleeping as peacefully beside him like the night before, his heart tugged. Did he say something wrong? Did he do something wrong? What if he hurt you?
He gave you space, clearly evident you hadn't wanted to talk to him but those few days went by and the same lingering stares and shy glances came back again and he craved you in his arms again.
When Nat asked him and Bucky to invite you again out to party, he really wanted to be with you that night even if you didn't end the night naked in each other's arms, just being around you was enough for him. Fortunately here he is with you, with arms wrapped around your waist and Steve couldn’t be happier.
You looked so fucking adorable to wearing sweats and a hoodie; he wishes it was one of his own. You had fluffy socks on too that had dog faces on them and he swears his heart melted. What you two were watching was making you laugh and each chuckle or giggle that came from you was like music to his ears.
He couldn’t help himself when his lips pressed against the top of your head. Your body momentarily froze before relaxing again in his arms. Your arms laid over his and tightened so you could cuddle into him even more. Your eyes felt heavy and the feeling of Steve’s lips slowly reaching your neck didn’t help you want to sleep.
When his cool lips grazed your burning skin, you could feel your skin burst into chills. You practically shuddered in his arms and your face grew hot when you did. It all becomes suddenly overwhelming and you jump off on his lap turning to him with a distressed expression.
“What happened? Did I do something wrong?” Steve said worriedly.
“You did just want to sleep with me,” you mumbled tears forming in your eyes.
“What! No, that’s not it,” he panicked; using you was the last thing he wanted you to think he was doing, and wanted in general.
“Then what’s going with you? Ever since we fucked you’re suddenly attached to me, putting your hands all over me, pretending like you're my boyfriend! And I don’t understand why,” you said frustrated.
“I feel like your just using me or something-”
“That is the last thing I want,” he interrupted, his voice low.
“Then why are you doing this; Steve you could have anybody and for some fucking sick reason you keeping mocking me. Making me think I have a chance.”
“And you don’t think you do?” he asked, heart broken, making you scoff and turn away.
“Look, fine I’ll admit that maybe before that night I wouldn’t have made a move; but I’m gonna admit that I haven’t not felt something for you before,” he said, getting closer to you.
“What?”
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since we met. And that night didn’t do shit to help me get over you,” he chuckled.
You crawled to him carefully looking into his eyes for any sign that he was being untruthful; you cupped his face gently.
“Are you drunk?” you whispered.
“Not one bit.”
You pressed your lips to his feverishly and Steve nearly moaned at the feeling. His hands grasped your waist firmly pulling you to sit comfortably on his lap. His hands crept under your hoodie holding you close.
Your hands rested on his broad shoulders holding yourself up as slowly leaned back onto your pillows. Your cold hands cupped his face as you deepened the kiss and his hand went to rest on your bottom.
With this new found position, his chest pressed against yours, his hips grinded up allowing you to feel all of him. Every pushing second you grew needier and whiny, practically clawing at his shirt to feel his skin.
"So needy already. And I've hardly touched you," he chuckled lowly in your ear.
He sat up nonetheless and stripped his shirt revealing his gorgeous physique that kept you up at night and infiltrated your dirtiest dreams. You brushed your hands all over his chest with your bottom lip between your teeth; Steve smirking slightly proud of the effect he had on you simply by having his shirt off.
"Come on, pretty girl. I wanna see you too," he's whispered before kissing you softly.
"Wait, I don't…" you didn't particularly feel very sexy and instantly became insecure about your body compared to Steve's.
"It's ok, we can cuddle," he smiled.
"Well, if I'm being honest I do want you. It's just, I just ate all this junk food and I'm not wearing anything sexy. I didn't shave and-"
"Hey, I don't care. You don't need to impress me or wear anything special for me. I just want you to look pretty sitting on my face and make pretty sounds telling me how I'm gonna make you feel."
Your body trembled at his words, arousal instantly flooding from you. His nose brushed against your cheek dragging along to your jawline before pressing kisses gingerly to your jaw and neck. His hands slowly lifted your hoodie and you raised your hands letting him remove your hoodie.
Your shoulders caved in out of habit, being topless in front of handsome men wasn't normally on your schedule; but the look in Steve's eyes, the look on his face holding a hungry and adorning expression made you more comfortable, reaching out to cup his face kissing him deeply.
You sighed breathlessly into the kiss as Steve's hands rubbed your sides. You pulled away momentarily only to put your lips on Steve's neck. Steve felt himself growing harder and needier to see you, feel you, pleasure you.
"Pretty girl, I need you. Lemme taste you, please," he whined.
He picked you up and laid down on your back to pull your sweatpants down your legs. You lifted your hips for him and he smiled cheekily at you biting his lip. Steve lifted your leg kissing the inside of your calf staring at with those hungry eyes.
"I still wanna see you sitting on my face, pretty girl," Steve said, pulling to him.
"Are you sure? I don't wanna crush you or anything," you whispered, making Steve chuckle.
Steve laid down assuring you that he wanted this and grabbed your hand helping you straddle his face. When you did Steve kissed the inside of your thighs playfully nipping and marking the sensitive skin making you gasp.
Steve wrapped his hands around your thighs bringing your center impossibly close to him, finally licking a long and wet stripe up your slit. Your moans were soft at first but when Steve started circling his tongue around your clit, you could help getting louder and bucking your hips grinding on his face.
Steve’s eyes were close relishing in your sex. You combed your fingers through his hair and Steve moaned loudly against your pussy. He dipped his tongue past your folds and that along with the vibrations from his beautiful moans, you head threw back moaning in pure ecstasy, moaning so loud your neighbors were definitely going to file a complaint.
“Fuck, Steve. Your mouth feels so good; shit!” you whined.
His tongue circled your clit again quicker this time and you bucked your hips, tightening your stomach and squeezing your legs as you approached your high. Steve kneaded the soft flesh of your ass lapping up everything you gave him.
Steve crawled from under you as you held onto the headboard, still standing on your knees, trying to catch your breath. Steve came up behind you rubbing your hips softly, kissing the back of your neck softly. He quickly rid the remaining of his clothes he still wore, his painfully hard cock slapping against his stomach desperate for some sort of attention.
You breathe softly, hyper focused on the cum that slipped down your inner thighs. Your legs lightly trembled from just his mouth you couldn’t wait to feel what his cock would feel like, filling you up like it was only a week ago. Steve sat beside you looking at you with a soft smile on his face, his hand softly rubbing the back of your legs and your bottom too.
He reached around to grab your hip and slowly turned you around settling you between his legs; your back pressed against his chest as it was only moments before, more innocently than now. His lips sucked and kissed your neck as his hands cupped and kneaded the soft flesh of your breasts.
Your hands rested over his own and your hips squirmed a bit for eagerness. The low growl from Steve because your hips grinded against his cock was incredibly arousing.
“Such an eager little slut ain't cha’,” he grabbed your hair.
“Fuck,” you mumbled as he pushed you forward on your hands and knees.
“Want me to fuck you? Remind you how I felt buried so fucking deep inside you? God, I think about you every fucking night; how perfect you were wrapped around me, how beautiful you sounded underneath me,” he whispered huskily in your ear making you shudder.
“Stevie, please,” you whimpered.
His hands rubbed up and down your back as he chuckled darkly.
“Oh, I’ve been waiting to take care of you again, pretty girl,” he kissed your back softly.
He wrapped his hand around his cock slowly and languidly pumping it. He couldn’t help but tease slightly circled his tip along your entrance pulling desperate whines from you. He finally reached his own breaking point, unable to stand not being able to feel you so he pushed his hips forward moaning loudly at how tight you felt around him.
“So good, pretty girl,” he moaned.
“Fuck, Stevie. Filling me up so good; you’re so big,” you sighed.
“Damn right, pretty girl. Taking my cock so well. Fucking made for me,” he grunted.
His snapped in and out increasingly quicker with each thrust; the vulgar sounds of his movements and skin slapping against each other echoed loudly in the room. Harmonizing with both your pleasurable moans.
Chasing both your releases, Steve’s hips jerked rougher and harder in and out of you making you practically shriek at the feeling. He leaned forward wrapping his hand around your throat before pulling you flush against his chest.
“Such pretty baby,” he bit your ear.
“Fuck! Stevie I need to come,” you whined.
“Yeah, you want to come all over my cock? Make a fucking mess?” he growled.
“Please!”
“Hold on, pretty girl. I’m almost there,” he sighed, throwing his head back and closing his eyes in pleasure.
You whined and whimpered, tears brimming your eyes from that overwhelming feeling. You couldn’t help but clench hard around his cock desperately holding back for your release.
“Fuck, do that again, pretty girl,” Steve gasped.
“God, yes. I’m close, pretty girl. You ready to come?” he pulled your head back to look at your face.
Tears fell inelegantly down your cheeks, sweat lined your forehead, your chest moved rapidly up and down; to Steve, you looked ethereal.
“Please,” you whimpered.
“Let go, pretty girl. I gotcha,” he whispered against your lips.
Your eyes rolled back as your body shook against Steve’s, releasing onto his dick profoundly. Steve swallowed your louds moans, roughly pressing his lips to yours, moaning himself. You clenched hard around Steve one last time feeling his throbbing cock shoot hot ribbons of cum, coating your walls.
When you eased your way slowly down from your high, Steve laid you down gently pulling out to see his cum mixed with yours spilling from you. You looked so fucked out breathing heavily, whimpering at the loss of Steve inside you. He wanted to, but held back from taking you again. But not wanting to hurt you, he treaded towards the bathroom and turned on the water to run you two a hot bath. He picked you up gently pressing kisses all over your face and neck before planting one delicious kiss on your lips; your hands reaching around his neck to deepen it if that was even possible.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, coating your arms with soap to wash you. You laid against him with your eyes closed desperately trying not to fall asleep in his arms.
“I didn’t hurt you?” he asked softly.
“Mh-m,” you shook your head slightly with a blissful smile on your face.
“Good,” he wrapped his arms around you tightly, kissing you passionately.
“Thank you,” you mumbled, barely audibly.
“For coming to hang out with me tonight,” you chuckled. Your eyes felt too heavy, simply remembering the way he carried you carefully back to your bed and held for the rest of the night.
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Querencia (prequel)
A/N: I haven’t written anything in this format in so long, so I hope it’s okay! Someone once asked me to write a prequel to my previous work “Querencia”, so I finally got around to it (after like 2 years rip dfghjk)
[!you don’t have to read both of these parts to understand either one!]
genre: optional bias (male) x reader (female), fluff, explaining how they ended up together, a tiny bit of smut but it’s marked so you can skip if you want, badboy!bias, nerd/shy!reader, her parents are kinda judgemental (only mentioned), secret relationship?, this is an absolute train wreck lmao
words: ~5.2 k
(H/N means “his name”)
ok strap in for this…every time I write a badboy!au I lose a piece of my sanity
basically you used to go to the same school as him
but that’s the only association you had with him because you never actually talked to him in school
he was known to be a “bad boy”
not as in being a horrible person but rather…
he liked to challenge teachers/adults when he didn’t agree with them
and they couldn’t do much because he ended up having pretty decent grades and most of the time his arguments were valid
you had heard your fair share of stories about him
of him getting into a fight with the captain of the football team
apparently, he had stood up for a girl because said captain tried to take advantage of her at a party when she was drunk
you remember being lowkey impressed but didn’t condone violence either way
so, at the same time you were kind of intimidated by him
there were other stories circulating around
of him hooking up with half the school
in quite inappropriate places if I may add
but no one really knew what was the truth tbh
not that it really mattered to you
you were a typical good-girl-nerd-kinda person and so was your friend group
which meant you weren’t even paying attention to him half of the time
plus you thought you’d never see him again after graduating from school
until sooner or later you wouldn’t be given any other choice
because when you walked into your first ever university lecture, he was there
literally one row in front of you???
you were shook because apparently he was studying the same subject as you??
he had even more tattoos and piercings now
one tattoo covered almost the whole front of his neck
he had black boots on and his pants were ripped at the knees
and obviously he had to be wearing a leather jacket
not that you were staring at him (yes you were)
frankly you thought he looked hot
great it’s your first day and you’re already failing to pay attention
and then he turned his head a little and smirked at you???
suddenly you loved looking at your professor and not him
but since you hadn’t paid attention you were left with questions after the lecture
unfortunately the professor was gone before you could ask them
and your social awkwardness made it hard for you to just start talking to a random stranger
so when he go up and made his way to the end of the seats he had to walk past you
“HEy I have a question” you blurted out when he was at your level
the fact that he was so relaxed talking to you made you even more stressed
and he helped you luckily
then, before he could say anything else but the answer to your question, you had escaped the conversation
because perhaps you still found him a little intimidating
but when you walked out of the hall, he quickly caught up to you
“Hold on, do I know you? You seem familiar” he asked
so you had no choice but to explain to him that you went to school together
he was actually really polite to you
but you had sworn yourself education would come first for you, boys second
so you got out of that situation as quickly as possible
the next two weeks you saw him at lectures but always kept out of his way
he said hello a few times and you would nod and smile shyly
within days he had collected a bunch of girls that often sat with him
you guessed he was staying true to his reputation after all
then one day you were in the lovely park behind your university building because you had a break between lectures
you had brought old bread to feed the ducks in the little pond
but suddenly they all swam away from you, over to the other side of the pond
and you couldn’t BELIEVE
he was sitting there, throwing pieces of his perfectly fine sandwich to the ducks all while putting on an extra holy expression
so you went over to fight (not literally lmao)
he greeted you by saying “The ducks made you stop avoiding me?”
you were shook because how did he even notice
“What? You don’t have enough girl-attention yet?” you said
“Not from pretty girls like you” he said
you must have given him a severely disgusted look because he quickly changed his flirty expression
“What made you avoid me? Did I ever say something wrong to you?” he asked
“No you didn’t…you just don’t seem like the crowd I’d hang out with” you confessed
“Wow, I didn’t take you for the judgmental kind” he said
and he looked pretty upset actually??
“I don’t think you’re a bad person” you said
“But I’m home at least by 9 pm every night to study, my parents look at me like I’m a saint, I’ve never been in a relationship and I get nervous when someone as much as raises their voice at me…you strike me as the complete opposite of all those things” you added
without missing a beat, he asked “Don’t they say opposites attract?”
you realized maybe you really had written him off too soon…or perhaps you had worried that he would take your attention off your studies too much
which wouldn’t have been surprising considering how your first lecture with him had gone
and from then on you tried to be nicer to him
sometimes he voluntarily came to sit next to you in class
you didn’t understand why
because you barely spoke to him due to being awkward and when you did you felt like he judged you for being so shy
he had a way with words and within days you found yourself thinking of him more
his stupidly handsome features, tattooed knuckles and pierced eyebrow…it all attracted you maybe a little too much
it was terrifying to you…how he talked to you so easily and already you were eating right off his spoon
what if he was only playing around and you were nothing but a toy girl to him
but then you cursed yourself for saying that…he said he wasn’t a bad person and you were going to believe so unless he proved himself otherwise
spoiler: that never happened
one autumn night you walked out of university after class, it was dark already and pouring rain
you realized you had forgotten your umbrella at home…but you had to walk there by foot…absolutely fantastic
so you pulled your hood over your head and braced yourself to get completely soaked within seconds
suddenly you heard a voice behind you
“Let me bring you home” he said
“No worries, I’m fine” you tried to tell him
“Come on. You said you live twenty minutes from here. If you get on my motorbike I’ll get you home within a few minutes” he said
you were like “Motorbike??”
“Yeah, come on, it’s over there” he said, and he walked ahead of you
basically he didn’t really give you time to argue
when you didn’t follow him right away, he turned around and gave you a look
“You’ll only get a cold if you walk home in this weather” he said
although your parents had drilled into you the idea that motorbikes were dangerous, you went with him after all
he offered you his spare helmet and you put it on
but you were struggling to close it
so he helped you
he was focused on the helmet, but you were staring at him just because you could
his hair was completely soaked by now and water drops were running down his black leather jacket
he had a habit of biting the inside of his cheek when he was concentrating
and with his hands almost on your face, it was the closest he’s ever been to you
it made you weirdly nervous tbh
but before you knew it he had closed the helmet and told you to get onto the motorcycle behind him
“Hold on to the back of the bike or to me” he said
you were surprised at how he didn’t urge you to touch him
and at first you held on to the tail of the motorcycle but the moment you hit a speed bump you changed your mind QUICKLY
your arms swung around his waist tightly and you felt his chest move when he chuckled
like he had said, it only took a few minutes to get you home, and you told him the way there
and surprisingly you really liked being on the motorcycle???
you had thought you’d be scared but it felt amazing
except for how freezing cold the wind was on your wet cheeks ☹
shortly before you pulled up in your street you told him
“You should let me get off a little earlier…my mom will kill me if she sees me on a motorbike”
he didn’t argue but stopped two houses before yours
you felt like the rain had gotten even worse so you really didn’t have time for big words
you quickly thanked him and he gave you his famous smirk before you ran home as quickly as possible
when you had reached the front door you turned his way and he was still there, making sure you got inside
looking at him there, in the downpour in his cool jacket and on his motorcycle, your cheeks involuntarily got hotter
when you got into your room that night and checked your phone, you had one new message on Instagram
you opened it and it was from him???
“Take a warm shower or you’ll be sick tomorrow” it said
he must had sent it seconds after you had entered your house before he had driven away
he really became a bigger mystery to you from one day to the other
because you had no idea what all of this meant???
maybe you should have gotten the hint way earlier
but you didn’t really know the first thing about dating so how were you supposed to know?
but then around two weeks later something else occurred
again, you had class until the early evening
on this specific day, your university was hosting a party for the new students
technically, you would have fallen into that group of new students
but you weren’t one for partying and after being in class for hours on end, all you wanted was to crawl into your bed and rest
so when your course had ended you made your way out of the university building
and you could tell the party had already started because of the music playing
plus there were people all over the place
some were already drunk…you would have been surprised but also this was university after all
you quickly stepped out onto the street and began walking in the direction of your home
from somewhere, you suddenly heard voices
they were making gross noises, as if calling a cat, and asking “sweetheart, do you have a minute?”
when you turned your head, you saw a group of (most certainly) drunk men-boys goggling at you
and because you didn’t slow down or even react to them, they walked after you
you told yourself they would leave you alone if you only walked far enough from the bus station they had waited at
but inside your pocket you clenched your keys between your knuckles
all of a sudden, something touched your shoulders
you almost had a heart attack and raised your hand out of your pocket
“You didn’t wait for me” H/N said from next to you
he placed his infamous leather jacket around your frame and swung an arm around your shoulder
you were about to tell him he had scared the living hell out you
but he was only glaring at the disgusting guys behind you
“I suggest you go home and sleep it off. And learn to take a hint from a girl when she’s this visibly uninterested” he said
the enraged stare he sent to the group of young men made even you feel slightly uneasy
but it worked…they distanced themselves from you if only hesitantly and with a clearly pissed off attitude
“Thank you” you said and were about to give him back his jacket
“Nothing to thank me for. And I gave you that because your sweater looks really thin. Keep it for now” he said
you were taken aback…as always
“Why aren’t you driving your motorbike today?”
“I am, but it’s parked around the corner here. Want me to drive you home?” he asked
and he gave the look again
which look you may ask
the one in which he stared at your eyes and then at your lips…and then your eyes…and then your lips
and his lips were so pretty
“You know what I want?” you asked, “I wanna know if there’s anything you want from me”
he furrowed his brows in confusion
“Why are you always being like this to me?” you went on
“Are you trying to get into my pants?” you blurted out
and then instantly regretted it
especially when he said “Do I really seem like that kind of person?”
“I’ve heard stories about you…” you said
“What kind of stories?” he asked
“Of you hooking up with half of our school back then” you said
he laughed???
and then said “And does it matter how many people I’ve had sex with?”
“It makes me think that’s what you want from me, too. And if that’s the case, I’ll have to disappoint you” you said
“Jesus, Y/N. I want to date you” he said
when I say you were shocked it would be an understatement
hot-tattooed-bad-boy wanted to date you??
and you must have signaled those exact words just by your expression
because he said “I’m telling you again, opposites attract. Don’t you at least wanna give it a try?”
of course you wanted to
“Alright…but I’ve never done this before” you said
“We’ll take it slow, I promise” he said
and then “That means I can finally tell you how goddamn adorable you are”
was it gonna be like this forever??? he compliments you and you feel like your cheeks are on fire???
probably
“I’ll bring you home, come on” he said, swinging his arm around your shoulder again
even this gesture made you shy
you didn’t even know how to respond
and this time, being behind him on the motorbike felt like a whole new sensation
now you were close to him, knowing he wanted you there as much as you did…
and it 100% made you scream on the inside
when he dropped you off, you didn’t know if you were supposed to hug him???
you awkwardly handed him his jacket back
“So, where are we going on our first date?” he asked
“First date?” you asked
“Yeah…people who date usually go on dates, don’t they?” he teased you
“Um…what about the cinema?” you suggested
“Fine, let’s see what they’re showing and I’ll text you, okay?” he said
and he texted you remotely fifteen minutes after you had arrived at home that night
…
so you went to the cinema the next day
before the date, you were essentially losing your mind
what were you supposed to wear??
would he care what you wore??
but even if he didn’t, you wanted to look pretty
your anxiety was kind of going through the roof for hours before he even arrived
he had picked you up, somehow looking even hotter than usually??
or maybe those were just your hormones going insane
“You look beautiful” he said when you had climbed onto the motorbike behind him
“And you look handsome” you had replied
his smile had a faint shyness in it, but only for the blink of a second
at the cinema, you weren’t sure how to act differently around a crush than when you were with friends tbh
did you want to hold his hand?? hell yeah
did you do it?? absolutely not
did you want to point out obsessed you were with his body art?? most certainly
did you?? oh no way, you weren’t gonna expose yourself like that (yet)
luckily, he was easy to talk to and had the patience of a saint
he grinned at you when you would become shy, as if it wasn’t the most embarrassing thing EVER to you, especially in front of him
he also probably called you cute like 13 times whilst you were waiting for the movie to begin alone
in the dark, your hands brushed whenever you both reached for the popcorn at the same time
when you looked over at him, he was chuckling
“Are you doing that on purpose?” he whispered
“No way!” you whispered back
“No? I am” he said
you didn’t even know how to respond to that
but he seemed very pleased with himself when he tilted his head at you flirtingly
were there supposed to be this many butterflies in your belly at only your first date?
what have I gotten myself into??? you thought
…
afterwards you walked back to his motorcycle, shoulders brushing now and then
you were in the middle of analyzing every second of the film you had watched, gesturing around in the air and talking excitedly
he leaned against his motorbike and grinned at you in pure admiration while he listened
mid-sentence you suddenly said “Sorry, did I get too invested in this? Do you wanna bring me home now?”
“What? No, if anything I wanna listen to you for another few hours” he said “Do you wanna come back to my place?”
you didn’t know if he was flirting or joking again, but his face was serious
plus you weren’t sure what ‘coming back to his place’ really intended
and once again his sense for reading your mind struck
“I’m not talking about having sex, if that’s why you look so worried. This is only our first date, remember? If you simply don’t feel like it, that’s cool, I’ll bring you home” he said
“No, I want to go with you” you quickly changed your mind “But I have to be home by midnight, or my parents will worry”
“I’ll get you back home by then” he said, smiling in triumph
…
his flat impressed you in a couple of ways
you admired that he already lived alone
plus it was so much more organized and cleaner than you had expected it from a college boy
his bedroom was your favorite part of the apartment
there was no doubt it was his and only his place
posters of his favorite films were plastered on the walls, his bedsheets were dark, a neon sign hung above the headboard of his bed and in the corner, a vinyl player stood
you loved the windowsill that gave you a view out of the fifth-floor flat and had the impulse to sit down there, to watch the cars pass by on the street underneath
“make yourself at home” he had said
and somehow you had ended up on his bed, right next to him
he let you rest your head on his arm while he listened to you
not only did you discuss the movie you had seen
you also talked about literally anything either of you loved
and you realized quickly, that aside from the different way of living, you had surprisingly many things in common
he put on his favorite plate on the vinyl player so you could listen to the music he loved
when he laid down next to you again, he offered his open arms
for the first time, you put your cheek against his chest, listening not only to the music but also his heartbeat
you remember liking his cologne and how warm he was
“I’ve never been so close to someone who wasn’t my friend or family” you admitted quietly
“Does it feel different?” he asked
“Of course” you said
did he not realize???
how your heart hammered against your ribcage and butterflies were flooding your belly and how there was only him in your head and his stupid cute smile and his tattoos and piercings and deep voice and ohmygodhisvoice
but when you looked up from his chest and checked his expression, he looked equally as fond as you felt
“Being with you feels different from being with other girls to me, too” he said
“It feels so much better” he added then
“What do you see in me that you don’t see in them?” you asked suddenly
“I have to admit, at first I thought it was cute, teasing you and seeing you get shy, well, I guess it still is. I liked the idea of getting to know someone with such a completely different image, so sweet and good” he said
and as he did, he softly brushed his hand over your lip
you thought you were going to have a heart attack
“But damn you’re so funny and kind…how can I not want you this way?” he said
and he looked so honest, almost vulnerable, a sight you never thought you’d see
“In which way?” you asked
“In every way” he said
and with one look, he erased all fears you’d had about him and how he might have felt about you
suddenly you understood why people went on dates all the time and searched for love…
at some point you realized how it was past midnight already
he drove you home quickly, and luckily you didn’t get into too much trouble with your parents
this time when he dropped you off, he gave you a hug that made you want to stay in his arms forever
from then on, your feelings could only get worse and you were stressed about what it would do to you
you thought your crush was bad then?? it was nothing
within the next weeks, you fell head over heels for the cliché bad boy and there was no way to stop it
you had told him you didn’t want to prioritize a relationship over your education
so 90% of your dates ended up being study dates
although he was the biggest distraction in your life, this way you at least got a little something done
usually, it went a little like this:
you’d be sitting down at a library table, with him across from you
your head would be buried in a book within minutes, only occasionally looking up at him
and he’d be busy telling you all things he could possibly come up with:
“Have I ever told you how gorgeous your eyes are? I know, even if you’re not looking at me”
“There’s a really cute girl here, but she’s ignoring me. Do you think she likes me too?”
“Hey, do you wanna go out with me sometime, like…on a date? A real date?”
“You know what other people do at the library? There’s an empty space way in the back, I can show you…”
yes sometimes he’d say suggestive things to you
but they were jokes, simply a part of his character
he never pressured you to do anything
even your first kiss took a while to occur
it was one night when he brought you home from a date (this time a real one)
when you said your goodbyes, you suddenly felt an overwhelming wave of affection
his eyes were so warm and only on you, always
softly, his tongue swept over his bottom lip, teeth toying with his piercing
“Can you kiss me?” you asked
something sparked in his eyes…he had won even more of your trust, and rightfully so
his fingers gently lifted your chin, and you always thought you’d be nervous through your first kiss, but no…it was serenity
it was butterflies peacefully floating and fireworks going off all at the same time
had you known how good this felt, you would have asked him to kiss you way earlier tbh
the whole evening until you fell asleep you couldn’t stop smiling
and you liked to think even in slumber, the corners of your mouth had been curled upwards because of him
from then on, kissing him had turned into your favorite pastime
it was especially bad when you tried to have “study dates” at his place
90% of the time, your studying turned into making out with him
oh? you’re taking a break and getting a glass of water from the kitchen? oops now you’re on his sofa, sitting in his lap and kissing
the way he handled you with such confidence and made flirty remarks all the way through your make-out-sessions only reminded you of his experience
sometimes you felt bad, knowing he was holding himself back
other days you wished he wasn’t so hesitant with touching you less innocently
but sometimes you did stop him, if his hands wandered a little too far down your torso, or if things seemed to get too steamy
he would always apologize, even if you told him there was nothing wrong
but his confidence made you feel more comfortable with every time you were in his arms
!!!SMUT AHEAD IN ITALICS
one day you were in the middle of watching a movie on his bed
but all you had been thinking of were his lips and hands
when you kissed him, things quickly turned more intense
only this time you asked him to go further
initially, he was worried
“I wish I could make this more special for you” he said
“If it’s with you, it’s perfect, no matter where and when” you assured him
the first time, he was the most gentle he’s ever been with you
because he had never pressured you and you had chosen this exact moment yourself, you weren’t even close to as nervous as you thought you’d be
and from then on, you only became more comfortable when it came to sex
you could tell he loved showing you and trying new things with you
and before you knew it, he was actually showing you that empty space at the back of the library he had joked about
usually, you were hesitant to do anything risky in public
but when it was late and the library was nearing closing hours, it was almost fully vacant
he could never get enough of your innocent eyes while your lips were wrapped around his cock, kneeling on the carpet floor of the university library in front of him
he’d never get over when he fucked you from behind, two of his fingers in your mouth, muffling your moans while you were hidden behind the bookshelves
other nights he’d show up outside of your house in the middle of the night, just because he missed you so much
*cough* querencia *cough*
there was something about nighttime that made you feel as if you were the only two people in the world
then it would be him and you in his bed, on his kitchen counter, his sofa, his shower or any random wall of his apartment
now you might have understood why the girls loved him
but they didn’t love him the way you did
!!!SMUT ENDING
he loved showing you off to his friends
some of them looked equally as intimidating as him
but as you had learned, most of that was simply looks and wasn’t to be taken seriously
when you hung out with his friends, he had you sitting in his lap, usually bragging about something you had done or said to him
you were like his personal, pretty gem and he was making sure everyone knew
and as much as he wanted you to be known to his friends, you wished you could have told your parents about him
one day, they would understand how much you loved him
they would be able to look past his tattoos and pierced skin and see how amazing he was
but for now, he was your little secret
every night, he sent you a goodnight text right before you went to sleep
sometimes he’d attach a picture of himself
in his pajamas, with messy hair and heavy eyelids, even he looked almost cute to you
other nights, when he was still out, it’d be a mirror selfie, with his hair pushed back perfectly, lifting his head so you’d see your favorite tattoo of his on his neck
his clothes pitch black and shirt lazily tucked into his belt on one side
his eyes would have the cocky gaze you knew from when you first met him
only now it was only meant for you
his message would read:
“I love you angel. See you in your dreams”
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fragrance | a.h.
summary: Plato said, “The god of love lives in a state of need. It is a need. It is an urge. It is a homeostatic imbalance. Like hunger and thirst, it's almost impossible to stamp out.”
WARNINGS: LMAO SMUT (18+), oral (m!receiving), swearing, drinking, nervous and awkward y/n and hotch heehee
pairing: college!aaron hotchner x fem!reader
word count: 4.8k
a/n: lmao so i watched a tiktok of THAT SCENE in love and human remains so i am legally obligated to write what inspired me. ok but @venusbarnes,,, it happened,,,
part of the bitter end universe but not required beforehand to read this. takes place in their second year of college
In retrospect, you know you’re freaking out over nothing.
You just showered, changed outfits twice, tried to fix your hair, inspected your makeup constantly since you’ve finished, and tried to figure out a way to call it off to pass the time.
Why are you even worried? Ever since you’ve gotten off the plane, which, in itself, is a step you cannot backtrack since you are merely a college student with limited funds, your knees have been weak and you feel like you don’t really have a stomach.
Why? It’ll be fine.
You’ve been over Aaron for two-and-some-months years, now. The distance did you good, did you both good. Namely, you’re quite damn sure you don’t feel anything for him anymore besides the occasional flicker of irritation, the excited burst in your stomach, the absolute terror of seeing him again.
How has he changed? It feels like it’s been so long.
You glance at the clock.
9:55
You said 10AM. You have five minutes at the most to get yourself together and just run down the staircase, shove yourself into his presence before your nerves can tell you to turn back. Taking a deep breath, you look at your reflection in the mirror one last time before heading to the desk and grabbing your wrist watch. It’s worn down leather is soft to your touch and you feel an overwhelming sense of calm overtake you.
This will be fine.
As you fasten it to your wrist, you glance at the face. Time seems to tick by slower as you pull on your ankle boots, swipe a finger over your lip, and grab your room key. As you descend the cold stairwell, memories grasp at your consciousness, tease you, but you push them away and instead focus on putting on foot in front of the other, focus on gathering the courage to stand in front of him again.
Before you know it, you’re opening the door and walking over to the pacing figure you only know to be your best friend. His hair is still long, but he’s wearing a leather jacket, so that’s new, and he’s frowning to himself.
And it makes you smile, because that’s him. Aaron Hotchner, master frowner, broody boy. His hair is still long, his eyes still so dark. He hasn’t changed.
God, what will you say to make him laugh?
“What’s the deal with the jacket, George?” you say without thinking.
“George? And here I thought I was John,” he replies just as quickly, matching your tone and your entire heart lurches into your throat as your smile grows stiffly.
Crap.
And that’s when you realize that, quite frankly, that convincing yourself that you’re over Aaron Hotchner is going to be a lot harder than it looked at first.
You’re fighting the urge to let the whole facade drop, but you can’t because this is Aaron, your best friend you haven’t seen in forever and although you’re so fucking happy to see him, you know everything is easier said than done.
He’s just your best friend, and you’re… you’re… feeling great. Your stomach is a bundle of nerves but that’s because you’re excited to spend time with him. Right?
“So, where to?” you ask, feeling quite exposed as he looks at you strangely. “I’m starving,” you say, an overwhelming need to explain causing word vomit to spill out of your mouth, “so, I was thinking we could get some breakfast, first. I’m in the mood for anything really.”
“Oh,” he says. “I have a place in mind.”
“O-okay. Lead the way, then. It’s kinda chilly out, isn’t it?”
“Uh, yeah. Do you needa grab another coat?” he asks as you step closer and they begin to walk to the door. He opens it for you and as you slip past him, your entire system shuts down. Your mind heads straight for the gutter, vivid images, voices, feelings from your dream flashing through your head.
Cheap beer, smoke, sweat, and a cologne you can’t forget.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.
“N-no. I’m okay. Are you, uhm, are you going to be okay in just that jacket? It looks great, by the way.” Are your hands shaking or is that just the swelling throat and the hard lump in your gut’s fault?
Shit. Holy shit. Shit. Shit. SHIT.
“Thanks, and, uh, no. I’m okay. Are you okay?”
You nod and smile shakily. “Great. It’s just… I’m really glad to see you.”
He stops for a moment, stares as if he knows or maybe you just feel naked in your own skin, and then matches your timid smile. “I’m really happy to see you too.”
Right. What did you say again about nerves?
[TWENTY HOURS EARLIER]
“You guys better behave,” Aaron sighs. “I’m not gonna be responsible if I have to deck Carter.”
“Woah there, Hotch,” his roommate comments, sliding off his bed and slinging an around his shoulders. “You have a girlfriend.”
“We’re on a break, actually.”
“I thought you don’t believe in breaks.”
“Well, we’re just talking things out with the long distance thing. It’s not like when she was in high school. She just needs to adjust to her first year, and we’re still talking. So, it’s more like… an intermission before we resume after mid-terms.”
“So, you’re single.”
“Technically, but I’m also not looking,” he retorts, just in case his roommate tries to set something up behind his back, but the guy merely shrugs.
“Whatever you say, Hotch-o.”
He scowls, getting up and running a hand through his hair before grabbing his jacket off the hook. “I’m just trying to say that Y/N’s been there for me since before you guys and before Haley.”
“I get it,” his roommate, named Earl, says as he flips the collar of his varsity jacket and grabs the room key. “She’s like a sister to you, right?” Aaron doesn’t say anything to that and Earl doesn’t prod him any further as he grabs his backpack and slings it onto his shoulder. “Don’t worry, Hotch. I’ll spread the word to the guys. They won’t try anything.”
“Yeah, thanks, Earl.”
“I’m heading to class, but it’s the bar tonight, right? You’ll pick her up from the airport?”
“Yeah.” The door opens and closes with a click and Aaron lets out a sigh, turning away from the mirror so he can stop pretending he’s trying to fix whatever Earl thought was wrong with his appearance. He just wanted to stay busy so his friend could leave him alone to his messy thoughts.
He had received your last letter on Monday, confirming your flight for the Thanksgiving weekend. You’d be here with him and his friends for three days.
It wasn’t his idea, nor yours. Sort of like… a mutual epistolary understanding that enough is enough and one of them should just… go.
You had volunteered for that. You had always wanted to see Harvard’s gorgeous campus, according to your last letter.
Aaron runs a hand through his hair and sighs. He has one day off to catch up on the work assigned, get ahead of the reading, and just relax before his friends drag him off to hang out until the sun rises for an entire weekend. He’s sure you’ll love it. You’ve always loved staying out at night where it’s light, watching the sunrise and going to sleep to it.
Despite everything, you enjoy the solitude the night, the contemplative silence of it. Just like him.
He can’t wait to see you again.
Sitting in the RA office and watching time tick by, he can’t help but feel like something is chaining him down. A heavy weight sits between his shoulders and he stares at the clock for what feels like a short eternity, unable to focus.
The day is slow in its passing, and a growing, unwanted hollowness begins to fill his soul as he half-heartedly finishes his criminal causation theory assignment, reviews for the quiz on Tuesday, and reads the next chapter on the foundations of the criminal justice system. He doesn’t really pay attention to any of it, though, and he feels like his head is stuffed with cotton as he gets up for the first time in hours and stretches, glancing at the time.
Your plane is supposed to land at 6:30.
It’s 6:00 now, and he was supposed to eat dinner before going to pick you up.
Shit. He’ll just have to eat at the bar.
Gathering his books and papers into his bag, he slings it onto his shoulder, trying to ignore the cold sweat clamming his hands up just as the phone in the RA office rings. It’s so jarring her starts, turning to the device and his heart pounds in his throat as he goes to grab it. Duty to the job means he has to, even if he might be late. You’ll understand, right?
“Hello, Resident Assistant speaking,” he says with a sigh.
“Hey.”
“Y/N?”
“Yeah, it’s me. Student Services was kind enough to reroute me.” A car beeps behind you and he frowns, holding the phone closer to his ear as he adjusts the strap on his shoulder to sit more firmly. “I’m calling from an airport payphone, but bad news. My flight got delayed, so I can’t come to the bar tonight. I’ll be arriving, like, dead in the morning. Two or three AM.”
“Damn. The boys will miss meeting you,” he says, unable to help the unhappy but forced smile. It comes across as a grimace but he hopes you appreciate the effort. It’s what you’d say if you were here.
“The boys?” you echo, amused. “Well then, tell the boys that they’ll have to wait until morning.” More seriously: “I’m really sorry, Aaron. I was so excited to see you tonight.”
“Yeah, me too. It’s—it’s okay. Don’t worry about it, Sunflower.”
“Sunflower?” you repeat and Aaron feels his throat shrink to the diameter of a needle. “You don’t call me that unless you’re genuinely sorry about something bad. Like, death-bad.” Then, a bright laugh that shouldn’t bat away the dreary disposition overcoming him, but it does. “Aaron, it’s not that important—just one night. Look, let’s meet up at 10AM in the hotel lobby tomorrow morning and make up for it, okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Great. See you in a bit, Hopscotch.”
“Bye.”
He heads to his room, your voice echoing in his head. Freshening up with a splash of cold water and a rake of a comb through his hair, he explains the situation to Earl as they head down to the bar near campus where some of the other guys are already drinking.
“That’s too bad. Would’ve been nice to meet her.”
“Tomorrow, Earl. She isn’t cancelling.”
“I know, but y’know, it would’ve been fun to beat her in darts.”
“You’re awful at darts.”
“Bigger opponent pool. C’mon, cheer up, Hotch. It’s just a delayed flight, you said so yourself.” More grumpy silence. “Hey, I know what’ll cheer you up. First shots are on me.”
.
His cheeks flushed with heat, he grabs at the shot blindly and throws it back, laughing as his friends get on the dance floor. The bar seems to haze before him. The darkness is pierced by blue lights and red as the shadowed patrons swing to and fro on the floor. Everything is gauzy, edges blurred as the lights flicker and filter through the crowd. Aaron slouches against the booth, smirking at the way Earl’s trying to lay the moves on a girl who merely walks away and he flashes a sympathetic thumbs up before his friend simply rejoins the rest of the guys on the floor.
Everyone had chipped in to buy him round after round in order to get him to loosen up, and it’s hard to admit, but it’s worked. Everything is ethereal, and he feels like he’s floating through life.
He wants to dance, but he doesn’t think he can stand on his own two feet, to be honest. His entire world is tipped and the silly smile on his face isn’t going to disappear any time soon as a figure makes her way through the crowd, making her way towards him. It catches his eye, the way she moves around people, keeps her head held up.
He can’t quite see her face but even then, he knows that he knows her.
“What are you doing here?” he asks before he can stop himself, like he isn’t in control of his mouth. He gapes as the woman sits down beside him. Her skin smells like sweet fruit and the sting of tequila as she slings an arm around his neck, and his entire stomach flips as she leans over, her arm bent and her fingers playing with the hair by his ear. “You’re not… you’re not supposed to be here.”
“Why not?” she asks, twirling hair around her finger as she gently trails her other hand down his chest. “You don’t want me here?”
“No, no, I’ve missed you, I just—” Her palm runs lower, over his stomach and further. His head whips towards her and he catches the sweet, dulcet notes of warm vanilla spice shampoo. It calms him, sweet in his sinuses and he watches her indistinguishable face. Despite not seeing quite clearly, he knows she’s beautiful with an unintentionally seductive smile, a tentative charm to her movements.
The hand stops and a heat burns through his chest, following the trail she’d carved into him and he feels blood drain from his head so viciously it leaves him lightheaded.
“Just what?” she asks quietly, yet still so loudly over the pub’s pounding music and he groans softly, head tilting back.
“Shit. I just didn’t expect you here. I should introduce you to my friends—” He wants to get up but finds his entire body moving through molasses. He can barely lift a finger and, through the blurred streams of the conscious and the subconscious, he knows he doesn’t really want to.
He doesn’t want to share.
“Oh, then let’s go.” Her hand lifts but, like a flash of lightning, his fingers wrap around her wrist and keep her firmly against him. “Aaron.” Chastising this time, like he’s a housecat, and she, the exasperated owner. Fingers thread through his hair as he grins at the woman.
“I’m not keen on sharing you right now,” he admits, eyes falling to lips that press into a wondrous smile. “I don’t feel keen on sharing you ever.”
“Is that a fact?” she asks, and he nods, his nose brushing against hers as she leans down to kiss him. Her mouth is warm ecstasy, like cider on a cold winter day that burns through his blood, and his heart is beating everywhere at once—in his throat, in his fingers, between his legs. Fingers card through his hair as his hand finds the curve of a hip and he pulls.
Immediately, as if sensing his intentions before he even thinks it, the woman swings a leg over his hip and straddles him, the dress riding up luxurious thighs and he chuckles to himself as her hands find his neck, thumbs brushing over the sharp cut of his jaw. Her mouth opens against his, breathing into the next ferocious kiss again as his hands trace the shape of her, the swell of her legs, the cool heat of her skin against his burning hands.
“What do you want from me, Aaron?” she whispers, leaning in close enough that he can feel her lips against the shell of his ear, and then down his neck. He gasps, breath catching in his throat as her hands gently squeeze his throat as if reminding him of her previous question but he can’t quite speak. She kisses down past his collarbones, pulls down the neck of his shirt teasingly and peppers kisses to the skin that she can reach. Her fingers are pressing into his pulsepoint, the other hand travelling down his waist again and he knows she can feel it, the hard bulge pressing up between her legs.
She trails back up again, her kisses teasing the corner of his mouth and he turns, trying to catch the elusive minx only to delight in her light laughter when she pulls back.
“Tease,” he mumbles, eyes shut tight and only then do her lips find his again just as fingers pull at his belt buckle and he sucks in a breath as she glances down with him, curiously running her knuckles gently along the curve of it. His Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows down his gasp and he hears her chuckle. As if he’s a mere bystander to his own actions, Aaron watches his hands trail up the sides of her and slowly find purchase on her shoulders.
With the gentlest of pressure, he pushes down, and it’s like she melts between his hands, legs sliding, entire body sinking as his legs open wider to welcome her. Her breath is warm as she unzips his jeans, fingers prying his boxers down until they brush against it, pulsing and hard against his abdomen.
“Jesus,” she whispers but he hears it so clearly, her breath teasing the tip as fingers wrap around his dick. A strong, warm tongue follows, from the bottom to the tip, tracing the vein and every single ounce of oxygen leaves his body when she goes down on him, endlessly warm and wet. Hands wrap around what isn’t in her mouth and his fingers find her scalp, grabbing fistfuls of hair as his head hits the wall behind him.
Swallowing tightly, a lopsided smirk crosses his face and he lets out a soft sigh when she tilts her head, takes him in until she’s gagging on it. His hips twitch but a hand against his pelvis stalls him, a firm pressure that makes him open his eyes and look down to see her already staring back at him. Eyes dark, lips shining in what light there is, he nearly loses it right there as she swallows him down, making his entire body clench. His jaw tight, he lets out a hissed moan and the hand not on her head grabs his thigh, trying to stave off the desire to fuck her mouth.
The bass beat of the pub beats in his head as the hand on his hip finds the hand on his thigh, traces the tense veins along the back as her head slowly draws up, teeth grazing, tongue flat against his cock.
And then, down again, heavy breaths against his navel through the nose, and he’s in fucking bliss as the woman just goes on and on, deeper and deeper and when she gags, it almost makes him lose his already ill-tempered control because her fingers dig into the back of his hand, the other one squeezes the base of his cock, and stars explode behind his eyes as he chuckles breathlessly, blindly to the ceiling.
A ringing splinters through his skull as he groans, the need to thrust growing too powerful but she squeezes his hand, telling him to stay still without ever lifting her mouth off his cock. He can hear it, the sounds of her wet mouth rising and falling, sucking and licking and fuck, if he’s not going to come down her throat—
Her tongue drags along the underside of his cock as she pulls away, hollowing out her cheeks and dragging her fingers up his painfully hard erection, through the wet slick her mouth left behind and she pulls herself up, back bending underneath his hand, chest pressed flush against his and he can taste her again; the sweetness of vanilla, the sweat the pub brings all its occupants, the desire that fizzles so wantonly against his tongue.
“Am I still teasing?” she asks, lips brushing against his chin before he’s lifting his head again. Her hands run over his chest, find the planes of his shoulders, the cord of his neck, and he chuckles, squeezing his waist as she climbs into his lap again, sits squarely so that his erection rubs against her stomach. He bites back a groan and her smirk tells him all he needs to know.
“Seeing as you didn’t let me finish…” he trails off, just as humorous and she laughs, mouth ghosting his, and he almost reaches for it before she’s drawing back, always just out of reach. Never his. Never. “C’mere.”
“You’re no fun,” she mutters, but her smile betrays her faux displeasure and as his hands down and under her dress, skirting along the waistband of lacey panties, he chuckles huskily. “I love you, you know that?”
“I know. And do you know how much I want you? How much… how much I need you?” His fingers hook on the waistband and begin to tug just as she cups his face and leans down. His eyes flutter shut and everything seems to melt away as her breath tickles his nose and he grins, pulling down, down, down…
“You could show me, if you’d like…”
Her laughter is the only thing he can hear. Well, that and…
And that ringing—
Holy shit, what is that ringing?
Opening his eyes, there is nothing. Reaching blindly in the darkness, his hand collides with his alarm clock and he slaps the button, turning it off as he groans, turning the digital numbers towards him.
5:45AM
When did he get back? God, his head is pounding, and… he has to get up. Shit. His thoughts are a disorganized mess as he gets up, throwing off the blankets and it’s only then he’s painfully aware that he got… more than excited about his dream.
His dream that’s fading from his memory the longer he’s awake that he can barely remember any of it. Iit was at the bar last night? When did he even get back to the dorm?
Swinging his legs off the bed, he flicks the light on the nightstand, spotting a glass of water with a dissolving alka selzter tablet and a note. Grabbing it, he squints against the light as he reads the messy, uneven scrawl.
Stayed by your side all night because you sulked and got hammered. Like blackout drunk. Even outdrank me, buddy, which is fuckin impressive.
Wake me up for breakfast. I’m drunk.
Goodnight. And you’re welcome.
-E
Shaking his head, he downs the water despite how much his head throbs at the movement before he gets up and awkwardly palms the front of his boxers, trying to ignore how much it physically hurts that he’s not doing anything about it.
He needs to shower and take care of this.
Grabbing new clothes, Aaron glances at his snoring roommate and curses his routine of waking up so damn early. He collects his toiletries, and as he heads for the shower, he tries to think back on his dream, but it’s dissipating quicker by the second.
It was definitely at the bar, he thinks. Something about… he doesn’t know but something smelled and tasted sweet. What was I even doing at the bar?
Well, by the erection against his thigh, it’s safe to assume what he was dreaming about.
The question is more about the who.
.
Your eyes fly open and you lurch up on your bed.
Your whole body is burning as the remaining wisps of your dream begin to fade and you glance around yourself, disoriented. You could’ve sworn you weren’t in your bedroom for a second, but as you glance around, you know you are. You’re no longer in that dark place with blue lights that swung, figures blurry. That someone who was crouched in front of you, you think, is gone and his hands which had pulled your legs apart with gentle hesitation hadn’t left scorch marks, but they might as well have.
The sensation still lingers.
God, it feels like you haven’t slept a wink and as you slowly wake, your body rebooting, you become more filled with dread. Sighing heavily, you rub at your eyes and touch your cheeks, trying to remember what you did before sleeping.
I showered, went straight to bed. Didn’t go out… then… What’s happening? What was I even dreaming about?
It’s only then you become acutely aware of between your legs. The soaked, uncomfortable sensation, the strange tightness of your thighs.
Holy fuck. And about who?
Running a hand over the cold sheets, you shiver and get up, grabbing the unopened complimentary mini bottle of water you’d gotten from the plane from your bag.
As soon as you take one sip, you’re chugging it down, trying to alleviate the sweat gathering at the nape of your neck, slipping down your back. You feel oily and strangely empty, your heart racing as you toss the empty plastic into the trash can and head back towards the bed, reaching blindly for the light switch. Turning it on, you glance at the clock. 5:47 in the morning.
Charming.
In less than five hours, you’ll have to be heading down to the lobby and facing your best friend.
Why does that thought suddenly fill you with a terrible concoction of nerves, nausea, and cold shivers?
Trying to grasp the last remnants of your dream, you head for the bathroom to splash some water on your face and change your underwear, too bone-dead tired to even think about showering. Then, you head back to bed to try to get some sleep, but the heat seems to be more than skin-deep because despite the amount of splashing and patting of freezing water against an exhausted face, a terrible, sinking feeling twists your gut, making your knees weak.
What on Earth were you even dreaming about? You can’t even remember now except you feel utterly exhausted in the wake of it and the only hint of the content is the slick between your thighs.
Your sleep-addled brain eventually convinces any part of you still awake to just try to sleep, and as you slip into the covers, the faint but entirely unique scent of cologne, beer and smoke clings to your senses.
[THE PRESENT]
Really, it should be okay.
The hotel isn’t too sketchy, the lobby smells vaguely of lavender and cinnamon from one of those bath shop candles, and he shouldn’t be worried.
Why is he worried? His guts have been in knots since he’s woken up, his head feels like it's been dunked in water for hours and everything is swimming as he sits in the lobby, his palms sweating. Maybe it’s the hangover, but it feels heavier than that. Yes, his head is hammering, but there’s a strange upset in his gut, too.
Must’ve been something about that dream he can’t quite place. Just thinking about it makes his head beat even harder.
But, you had said ten o’clock.
Ten o’clock.
He looks at his wrist watch.
9:57
Time seems to be passing so slowly that he’s not sure the seconds even tick by as his knee begins to jiggle, his hands run flat against his jeans. When he can’t take the nervous ticking inside his chest, he gets up to pace, eyes darting to the staircase where you’d be coming down from.
Is he nervous about seeing you or excited? Is it both? Neither? Something else?
Aaron thinks he’s going to throw up. What if it’s awkward? After all, years between the last visit and now—in the summer, somehow they always just miss each other or there’s money problems or some other plan—things are bound to change.
It’s nerves. It has to be.
The door opens and he turns around to see you there, walking over to him with a dark jacket over a green shirt. It clashes wonderfully and you’re smiling like the sun lives in your heart and you’re smiling at him.
“What’s the deal with the jacket, George?” you tease, gesturing to his leather jacket.
“George?” he repeats easily, too easily. An overwhelming flood in his chest and you arch an eyebrow, grinning still, and it’s like no time has passed at all. “And here I thought I was John.” Your smile only grows and he feels like he can’t breathe and that’s when he knows he’s fucked.
As you adjust your own jacket, compliment him on his, and ask where he wants to go for breakfast, Aaron can’t help the terrible ache in his chest.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.
Shit.
He opens the door and you walk by, the smell of shampoo invading his entire space and he reels back, blinking. His breath hitches, his entire body stiffens.
Warm vanilla spice.
Oh, shit.
a/n: so, uh, sex dreams for the win? to be decided ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) dont forget to reblog if u liked loves ❤️
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𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘪𝘶𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘧𝘰𝘺
𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺: @spideyboipete
𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵: fake dating au
𝘢/𝘯: i tried out a new style of hc, so let me know if you like this version or my old versions better tysm <3
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you and scorpius are those friends
you’ve got that type of friendship where something clicked and suddenly you were both attached at the hip for years
because apparently having the same brand cauldron in the beginning of first year with the same exact hole in the side means best friends ride or die in first year culture
like what even is this? some psychic shit??
but anyway, with you being absolutely intent on making friends, scorpius couldn’t get rid of you if he tried but pls he could never survive without you anyway :p
since then you’ve both been best friends for life! well, ever since the +1 with the introduction of albus potter
and at first you were super happy because yay new friends
but then they kind of stopped hanging out with you in the middle of fifth year or so and went off into their own little world
and you were a little sad
ok maybe a lot sad
but that was okay because that meant you were able to meet new friends and expand your horizons! you even got the chance to focus on yourself and join some new clubs, too!
who even is scorpius anymore lmao you don’t know him
but anyway
it was seventh year and you were so tired of your friends bugging you to get a s/o
“(Y/N) why don’t you date someone?”
“you’d really hit it off with so and so, don’t you think?”
“just put yourself out there”
ರ_ರ
exsqueeze me
so one day you just can’t take it anymore
and maybe you should’ve thought this through but nO
you don’t pause to think things through
because life is for living in the moment hell yes
“guys i’m already dating someone” (▰˘◡˘▰)
needless to say your friends go insane
like who tf is this humans (Y/N) hasn’t mentioned the audacity™
so like any normal person, you say the first name that comes to mind
“hahaha … scorpius!”
your friends stare at you like they’re in the office
blink blink
“but … weren’t you guys just friends”
“NO”
you’re panicking but
hahahahhaha
“we’re in LOVE”
ur friends are really like ok whatever, but go off
and that is how you find yourself dragging yourself over to the slytherin common room and placing your hands on scorpius’s shoulders
“promise me you won’t freak out”
and ofc scorpius is already freaking out
bc why are you sitting in the common room with this crazily determined face and forcing him to listen to you
and this is how you get into this situation
with scorpius screeching and falling off his chair and you doing your best uwu pls help me 911 face
“i can’t DATE you”
what
you give scorpius your best professional face even though inside you’re ???
bc um is it that bad to date you??
you are confused???
you’ve saved scorpius thousands of times in his hogwarts career in both academics and social standing he can afford to pretend to date you ONCE
“WHY NOT”
“BECAUSE”
ರ_ರ
ರ_ರ ರ_ರ
obviously you’re not getting anywhere and you start to stand up, kind of annoyed
“fine then, ig i’ll just find someone else to date me.” sniff
as soon as you say that, it’s like you’ve flipped a switch and suddenly scorpius is very concerned and almost a little upset
and when you don’t notice him contemplating something, he runs in front of you and nearly knocks you over
“second thoughts?”
scorpius scowls
although it looks more like a lil pout pushing at his lips and he crosses his arms
lmao who is this and what’s happened to scorpius
you shrug and start to leave for real until scorpius reaches out to tug at your arm
“NO, NO WAIT … I’LL DO IT”
you whirl around immediately and you are needless to say, very relieved!
｡◕‿◕｡
“perfect!”
but apparently scorpius hasn’t recovered from his fall from before
bc he can’t stop rubbing his hand against his neck and his face is all blotchy and pink
kinda cute, but in a best friends way. like wowie my best friend looks kinda adorable look at that boy go
but ofc scorpius has to ruin the special moment because he offhandedly says, “shouldn’t we have rules or something?”
rules???
rULES???
this is fake dating scorpius wdyfm rules?
“huh?”
“like … things not to do? maybe one big rule is not ruining our friendship???”
ʘ‿ʘ
oh
he smart smart
“ok easy then, just don’t fall in love with me”
apparently this is the WRONG thing to say?
scorpius is RED like boy is not pink anymore his cheeks are burning red
“you can’t just say that?”
????
you are confused bc what does that even mean
“why not?”
“that’s like ... y-you you can’t just say that.”
you are, if possible, even more confused?
“okay and?”
scorpius blinks
bls this boy has the audacity to just shrug
WHAT DOES THAT MEAN
reader u are duMB af scorpius bout to throw hands here
but he won’t bc he luvs u (▰˘◡˘▰)
so fifteen minutes later you guys decide to make three big rules
scorpius had a whole list of like twenty but you narrowed it down to these:
1. don’t ruin ur friendship
2. no kissing
3. and ur paying for three hogsmeade rounds after this is over
honestly you think this is kinda rude considering scorpius is richer than ur entire life but whatever, at least he’s not leaving you out to the wolves
so when it’s finally time to put this fake dating thing to the test, you tug scorpius over to your side of the table at the great hall and make sure to swing his hand
which actually feels kind of nice??
like you’ve never actually thought about this before
but scorpius is comforting
his hand fits right in yours, and he’s so warm
and i mean haha it’s not like this is a new thing, pssh you two hold hands all the time!! but adjkaldjkfl not in a dating way
ur friends are shocked
like they never thought you’d actually show up with a DATE
and bc they’re all ruDE they grill scorpius
but scorpius is best boy
best bf
and answers all their questions like a pro
(▰˘◡˘▰)
(▰˘◡˘▰)(▰˘◡˘▰)
ur so proud
you let ur head rest against scorpius’s shoulder and BITCH
scorpius presses a kiss to ur forehead
AJDKFJDSF
why are u so happy? what is this??
it’s just so gentle and soft and you feel your heart getting all mushy and warm
your friends all give a big collective aww because one, they’re annoying af and yes y’all are cute cute and this is cute
but reader ur going through some existential crisis
and later when you’re walking with scorpius to all your classes, you can’t stop thinking that hey, this fakedating thing isn’t that bad
but whatever it’s just cause u miss spending time with scorpius!
yes, that’s it!
you’re just sad that scorpius always hangs out with albus and you don’t get to see him as much
so this is nice!
you’re just going through some bff nostalgia atm pls wait for (y/n).exe to start working again
anyway now bc of this fakedating thing, you and scorpius just spend so much time together
like y’all have always been best friends, but this feels different okay
scorpius will run over to you when he sees you and wrap his arms around your waist
the first time he did it, he had the cuteness to go “is this okay? are you okay? is this too much?
and YOUR HEART WENT !!!!!
you might’ve blushed
okay you did
but you convince yourself it’s just because ur touch starved
ʘ‿ʘ reader c’mon
but whenever you call scorpius and wave at him, his face just LIGHTS up
and you’re pretty sure yours does too
(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ ✧ﾟ･: *ヽ(◕ヮ◕ヽ)
needless to say you kinda don’t want this all to end
because somewhere in the middle of all this, your head has gone from calling scorpius your fake boyfriend to your real boyfriend
and you don’t really want to go back to just being friends if you’re honest
wait hold up
uh oh
UH OH CODE RED
did you just admit you liked scorpius?? in a REALS way?
◉_◉
◉_◉ ◉_◉ ◉_◉
so like the only way you know how to deal with things, you avoid it!
you start to act really distant
and now whenever scorpius wraps his arms around you, you stiffen up
and scorpius like the angel he is pulls away so quickly bc ?? is his best friend upset? uncomfortable?
did HE make his best friend for life uncomfortable? omg this isn’t ok what is happening
everyone can tell sumn is up
ofc they can, what with you going to the extent of running away whenever you see scorpius and scorpius reacting like the entire light got blown out his life
and bruH scorpius may be innocent but he aiNT dumb
he knows your schedule he KNOWS you ignoring him
and baby is upset
because lately you’ve been starting to feel a lot more to him
and now you’re just gone??
that’s not okay and scorpius isn’t just gonna sit around and be sad
if there’s something he can do he’s gonna do all he can to try to fix it!
he corners you one day and holds up an angry piece of paper
“excuse me m’aam/sir but you broke rule number one which is, in case you forgot, don’t RUIN OUR FRIENDSHIP”
“oh haha uh scorpius! hi uhh gotta blast”
scorpius’s face falls
and that was it
you just wanna smush his face together and tell him things are fine and that you love him
wait WHAT
but scorpius is still staring at you with that wounded look
like you’ve just ripped up his heart and torn it to shreds
bc that’s kinda what you’re doing
omg what’ve you done
READER WHAT HAVE YOU DONE
��scorpius …”
his eyes lock onto yours so fast that you’re afraid he’s got whiplash
your mouth goes dry, and for a few moments it’s hard to talk
but you finally manage to tell him that “i don’t think we should fake date anymore.”
scorpius’s face breaks
his eyes go wide, and it looks like he wants to stagger. and he almost does, just a little bit
“is it something i did?”
WHAT
this boy
scorpius malfoy really gonna be the death of you
you’re shaking your head back and forth so fast because NO of course not of course this isn’t his fault
scorpius is still teetering back and forth, and his arms start to wrap around himself. “because i swear i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. if i screwed up just tell me and i can fix it, (Y/N), please”
you shake ur head, already starting to panic. “of course not. it’s not YOU scorpius. i just can’t fake date you because --”
you clamp your hands over your mouth
“because?” scorpius prompts, his voice careful
you just shake your head, already starting to turn and run back to your dorms because this is stupid and you’re scared
big scared
but scorpius just takes your hand and tugs you backward a bit, almost like a scene from a movie
you do that perfect little twirl back and are face to face with the one and only
“do you … do you like me?” scorpius asks
that’s it
it’s out
you’re ready for your entire friendship with scorpius to come crashing down
“do you?” he repeats softly
you try to pull away but scorpius isn’t having it
he’s still holding onto your hand, gently, of course, and his eyes are boring into yours
you’re too scared to look because you’re afraid of what you’ll find
but when you can’t take it anymore and finally tilt your head up you realize something important
because his eyes aren’t full of disgust
in fact, that’s further from the truth
scorpius malfoy is staring at you with the biggest heart-eyes you’ve ever seen and you’re confused to how you’ve never seen this sooner
it’s almost like you’re his whole world, and now you can’t fucking breathe
is this real?
your heart’s pounding in your chest so fast and there’s something bursting at your lungs
you nod faintly. “yes. i like you”
the huge grin that spreads across scorpius’s face is everything
he rushes forward to pull you into a gigantic hug, even lifting you up a little as he spins you around and lets out a little happy shriek
“i’ve liked you forever, (y/n), i can’t believe this is real”
what
so u could’ve been dating scorpius before??
“you dork why didn’t you tell me?”
“because you didn’t like me like that!”
BITCH WHAT
“well maybe i was confused” you pipe back
scorpius just laughs, burying his head in your shoulder crook. “i’m so happy right now.”
and honestly ?
so are you (´∀｀)♡
#scorpius malfoy#scorpius malfoy x reader#scorpius malfoy headcanons#scorpius malfoy hc#scorpius malfoy imagine#scorpius x reader#scorpius headcanons#scorpius hc#scorpius imagine
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🎁- when is your birthday? and 🔪- scariest/creepiest experience?
11/20
OK OK OK SO THIS ONE TIME EARLY LAST YEAR I WAS IN A COMMUNITY CENTER KINDA PLACE WITH A GROUP OF FRIENDS AFTER SCHOOL AND WE WERE JUST FROLICKING AROUND AND WHATEVER, AND THEN THIS RANDOM PERSON CALLED ME AND TOLD ME MY MOM SAID TO TELL MY PIANO CLASS WAS EARLY. I DIDN’T QUESTION IT, MY PARENTS HAVE A PRETTY LARGE NETWORK OF ASSOCIATES WHO KNOW MY SCHEDULE PRETTY WELL AND THEY PROBABLY COULDN’T CALL ME AT THE MOMENT (THEY DON’T TRUST ME TO ANSWER TEXTS SO THEY ONLY CALL) SO I TOOK THE MESSAGE AT FACE VALUE. COINCIDENTALLY MY PIANO SCHOOL WAS IN THE SAME COMPLEX, JUST ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE THING. I DIDN’T RECOGNIZE THE NUMBER; I WAS FAIRLY SUSPICIOUS BUT I JUST WANTED TO CHECK, SO I STARTING MAKING MY WAY OVER THERE. I TOLD MY FRIENDS TO WAIT JUST IN CASE SO THEY DID, IN WHICH TIME I WAS WAITING IN THE LOBBY OF THE PIANO PLACE. TIME RAN OUT, SO I CALLED THE PERSON BACK AND TOLD THEM IT WAS A MISTAKE, IT WAS ALL FINE. SO THAT WAS WEIRD BUT WHAT WAS REALLY STRANGE IS THAT WHEN I STARTED WALKING OUT OF THE BUILDING BACK TO THE TABLES, THIS ONE GUY AND THEIR FRIEND STARTED FOLLOWING ME. IT WAS ONLY FOR LIKE FIVE MINUTES (IT TAKES ABOUT TWENTY TO CROSS THE ENTIRE CENTER WALKING) SO I WASN’T WORRIED. DID I MENTION THESE TWO WERE LIKE WHISPERING ABOUT SOMETHING AND THEN LAUGHING REALLY LOUDLY? IT WAS ALL IN ALL SUPER CREEPY. THEN AFTER PROBABLY LIKE FIVE MORE MINUTES I STARTED GETTING NERVOUS. THEY WERE TOTALLY STEADILY FOLLOWING ME. SO I TURNED AROUND AND STARTED CALLING MY FRIENDS’ NAMES (MIRACULOUSLY THEY HEARD ME, THEY WERE LIKE A BLOCK AWAY) AND THEN RAN FOR IT. THEY MET ME IN THE MIDDLE AND JOINED ME IN A ROUSING CHORUS OF “BABY SHARK” (SHARK IS OUR SCHOOL MASCOT) AND ALL’S WELL THAT ENDS WELL THE END
ANOTHER NOTE: THE TWO EVENTS WERE PROBABLY UNRELATED, BUT IT WAS PROBABLY JUST CHANCE I HAD MY NUMBER WRITTEN HUGE ON MY ARM (I’M LITERALLY SO FORGETFUL I DON’T KNOW WHAT IT IS TO THIS DAY) AND THAT I ATTENDED THAT PARTICULAR PIANO SCHOOL ANYWAY
NOTE 2: PLEASE IGNORE HOW THIS ENTIRE PASSAGE IS IN CAPS LOCK, I DIDN’T REALIZE UNTIL I WAS HALFWAY IN AND DIDN’T WANT TO CHANGE IT LMAO
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acts of kindness.
group: txt.
member: choi yeonjun.
genre(s): fluff, highschool!au.
summary: a bandaid and an umbrella. who knew that a simple act of kindness one fateful day could lead to a blooming friendship and possibly even more. (bullet-point format)
word count: 1.5k
note: what better way than to publish a scenario as a 100th post! this is my first time writing since last year and this time it’s not wanna one but about one of the txt boys. i’m very nervous about how it turned out ooft. hopefully, i didn’t butcher it too much since i haven’t watched a lot of videos to grasp yeonjun’s personality lmao. anyways, thank you for the likes, follows and reblogs i’ve been getting :’)) i appreciate it very much aheh. happy readings!
ok wow i’m so rusty
bear with me y’all lmao
i know that yeonjun would have probably graduated by now but let’s pretend that he didn’t lmao teleport yourselves to last year aight
choi yeonjun is known around the school for being one of the coolest and nicest seniors around.
he’s popular with all the girls, guys and even the teachers love him.
he’s involved in the dance club but also an honorary member in the music club. he’s the guy they call when they need someone to sing or rap.
basically,, sis is your talented all rounder smh how rude is he amirite
you were also a senior like yeonjun except you weren’t as famous around the school and you’re more involved in academic clubs.
there are a large number of students who know you but that’s because you often help out with tutoring.
the teachers are quite fond of you as well since you’re quick to jump when they need help, even if they didn’t think they needed help.
overall, you’re a helpful person. 11/10 good citizen yknow.
but due to being in different classes, you don’t know yeonjun that well and vice-versa; you two only pass each other in the hallways.
hence you recognise his face but you don’t really know his name.
[inserts jungkook’s “i know her face but i don’t her name”]
you don’t know much about the social circles around the school since you usually find yourself cooped up in the library during break, helping out younger students with their assigned work
and if tutoring wasn’t the case, the academic clubs you’re in always seem to have endless lunch meetings.
look at me trying to fix a plot hole lmao
but you have heard the name yeonjun thrown around here and there
you just shrug it off though since you don’t know who the guy is or what he looks like.
your paths never really cross anyways.
but that won’t be the case for long :^D
it all started when yeonjun found himself in the school library, printing his assignment last minute (it was due the next class).
being in such a rush, what yeonjun didn’t realise was that he gave himself a paper cut
“ack!” he feels a jolt of pain, causing him to stand there as he flails his hand around, a pained expression on his face as he internally screams because hey it’s free real estate the library
you were going over to the printer to collect the documents which were you but you momentarily stopped as you watched this dude making a bunch of pained expressions in a single minute, grumbling to himself.
from his endless mutterings, all you could make out was “why does paper hurt so much? why is the world forsaking me? i hate this library.”
we love a dramatic boi
stifling a laugh, you walked over to check up on him.
“hey are you ok?”
realising someone had approached him, yeonjun pulls himself together as he clears his throat.
“oh yeah, i’m good. just a paper cut, nothing major. i can handle it.”
doubting his statement, you rummage in your skirt pocket for a bandaid and after successfully finding one, you hand it to him.
“i experience paper cuts quite a lot. more than i want, really.” you tell him, chuckling a little bit, “here you go, just so it won’t irritate you as much.”
he looks down at the bandaid you gave to him, staring at the sky blue background and the drawing of a polar bear lying down.
“what a cute bandaid.” yeonjun mumbles, chuckling in amusement at the design before he looks up, his eyes immediately meeting yours as he sends a smile. “thanks...”
you reciprocate with a smile, “no worries.” you say to him before walking off.
left in a small trance, yeonjun finally snaps out of it as he smacks his forehead.
“i forgot to ask what her name was!”
time skip yeet
it was nearing the end of another school day and of course being the last period of classes, you couldn’t help but to zone out for certain sections of it.
you stared out the window again, taking note of how the huge grey clouds that formed earlier began to cover the sky and rain started to fall.
as you watched the rain transition from light sprinkling and now pelting down, the school bell rings as realisation hits you.
you didn’t bring your umbrella today.
releasing a tiny groan, you shut your eyes in frustration before shaking your head at yourself.
“seems like we’re walking home in the rain today.” you say to yourself as you pack your things, placing them in your bag.
as you near the school doors, you briefly stop your tracks to take off your blazer, placing it over you as you let out a sigh, “well there’s no other choice.”
with your blazer providing some sort of shelter, you exit out of the school gates in a rush.
what you didn’t know was that someone was waiting for you.
choi yeonjun to be exact.
he notices you power walk through the large groups of students walking together, with a blazer above your head.
and suddenly he finds himself trying to catch up with you, “hey!”
luckily for yeonjun, his yelling caused you to halt and his long strides helped him block your path.
forgetting his original plan of thanking you and asking for your name, he takes your blazer and places it in your arm whilst shoving the umbrella he had in your other hand. “take it, you’ll get sick.”
“i- but,, what-” you fumbled, taken by surprise due to his sudden presence and gesture.
but before you could utter a coherent sentence, yeonjun had already turned the other direction, running in the pouring rain.
time skip bleep bloop.
the next day, you made sure you went to school earlier than usual.
you stopped by a convenience store on the way to school, purchasing a box of chocolate milk as a way of saying thanks to the guy who helped you out the previous day.
unsure of what time yeonjun would arrive, you aimlessly walked back and forth the hallways where you usually see him.
with the chocolate milk in one hand and the umbrella in the other, you take a look at the flower patterned design on it, grinning at it in amusement.
you chortled in amusement when you saw it last night, wondering how a guy who seemed so cool had such an umbrella.
as you direct your gaze away from the umbrella, you look up to see a figure walking down the hallway.
“hey umbrella guy!” you let out a small yell, waving your arm as you were sure of the familiar face.
hearing your voice, yeonjun then jogs lightly to you with a cheeky grin plastered on his face.
“oh, hey bandaid girl.”
you raise a brow at the nickname, smiling softly. “bandaid girl?” you repeat before snapping out of the thought at how cute the nickname was.
getting to your original point, you hand him the things in your hands, “this is for you!”
yeonjun slightly tilts his head to the side, looking down at the umbrella and the chocolate milk.
“just a simple gesture to say thanks since i didn’t get the chance to do so yesterday.”
he lets out a small chuckle, placing his bag down to unzip his bag, putting the umbrella back before pulling out a carton of strawberry milk.
standing upright, yeonjun places the strawberry milk in your hands. “seems like we had the same idea, i wanted to say thanks for the bandaid but i didn’t get the chance either.”
taking the strawberry milk from him, you let out a soft laughing as you sheepishly scratch your cheek out of habit.
“this is quite strange, i don’t really know your name so i don’t know whether to call you umbrella guy or to ask what your name is before thanking you.”
forming a wide grin, yeonjun stretches out his hand, “the name’s choi yeonjun but umbrella guy also works i guess. nice to meet you.”
“oh you’re yeonjun. oh goodness, i should have known.” you say with realisation, hitting your forehead lightly before replying with a similar grin, “i’m y/n but bandaid girl’s just as fine.”
you take his outstretched hand, shaking it as firmly as possible, sending a sweet smile at his way.
“it’s very nice to meet you, yeonjun and thanks for the strawberry milk.”
“likewise, y/n. thanks for the chocolate milk as well, i appreciate it.”
having twenty minutes of free time, the two of you open your cartons of milk as you walk around the school, spending some time chatting with one another.
“so you’re choi yeonjun, the popular senior who everyone thinks is cool right?”
“yeap, and you must y/n the smart tutor senior?”
“smart isn’t the proper word but i do tutor the younger grades.”
“wait— hang on! what do you mean by everyone thinks i’m cool? i am cool.”
“well, that’s what i first thought too when i heard stories about you but your flower patterned umbrella ruined it.”
“ok hold on,,, that was my mom’s.”
“uhuh ok.”
“what? you don’t believe me?? :’(”
as the day slowly begins, the empty hallways begin to be filled with laughter and voices of two people who never really knew the impact of their benevolence until now.
#txt#choi yeonjun#yeonjun#txt imagines#txt scenarios#yeonjun imagines#yeonjun scenarios#kpop scenarios#ok wow im so rusty#my writing needs to improve even more#is it just me or does anyone else see taehyung in yeonjun#pls let me know#hopefully i'm not alone in this one#happy 100th post!
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1. What previews did you see at the last movie you saw in theaters?
I don’t even remember dude. I do remember the last movie I saw in the cinema was Knives Out, but we were too late to see the previews and arrived exactly when the movie started. The movie I saw before that wasssssss Portrait of a Lady on Fire, but that was so long ago I definitely don’t remember the previews that showed beforehand – or if there were any, at all.
2. Have you ever washed your hair with mayonnaise?
Ok I love mayonnaise, but that shit goes in my mouth and not anywhere else in my body lmao.
3. How many things are you a fan of on Facebook?
I stupidly liked so many pages when I was 14 and new to Facebook...it must be in the hundreds. I think I still like most of them, but I’m just too lazy to unlike each of them.
4. Do you have more friends on Myspace or Facebook?
Facebook is a sure winner here because I don’t even have a Myspace.
5. What generation iPod do you have?
I don’t know...it’s an iPod from 2008, though. The really thin one that comes with games, and the screen is already colored.
6. What celebrities share your birthday?
James McAvoy and Queen Elizabeth II are the biggest names I think. I Googled to confirm anyway and it turns out I share a birthday with Iggy Pop too. Pretty diverse group lmao.
7. What's your first and last name spelled backwards?
Nybor, and that’s all you’re getting now.
8. What song is playing at the moment?
No song, just two electric fans whirring loudly here in the first floor, and my sister watching a playthrough of some game she’s into on YouTube.
9. Do you clench your teeth when you're angry?
Ugh no. I hate the feeling/texture/sound of grinding my teeth. I find it a little disturbing and I wince when I hear someone doing it in their sleep :/
10. Have you ever been to a movie that sold out?
Yeah, Killing of A Sacred Deer was surprisingly sold out when we watched it. Then again we were in the part of the city where people are more likely to watch films like that, so maybe it’s not that surprising after all. Other movies I remember being sold out was the entire Twilight Saga HAHAHA. I went to 4/5 midnight screenings and the cinema was packed every time.
11. Have you ever been to a midnight movie?
^ Just mentioned it.
12. It's 2010; are you gonna say oh-ten, twenty ten, or two thousand ten?
I always say twenty-ten.
13. How many of your classes change next quarter? Next semester?
I graduate next semester...hopefully. This virus is really ruining my life plans for 2020, especially as a graduating student who was expecting to graduate by June and get a job by like, September.
14. Do you believe in the paranormal?
Only ghosts.
15. How old are the shoes you're wearing?
I’m barefoot at the moment. I haven’t been outside in a WHILE, so I haven’t had to wear shoes in a while as well.
16. What's your state's weather usually like this time of year?
The Philippines is a relatively tiny country so our weather from the northernmost to southernmost tips are uniform. That being said, March to June is our summer season so the *country’s weather is very humid and excruciatingly hot for now. Temperature usually plays around 34-37C, but the heat index can reach 42C.
17. Do you get those leg cramps in the middle of the night?
I used to get them quite often as a kid - it would wake me up at 4 AM and I’d usually be crying by the end; I couldn’t scream because I never wanted to wake everyone up, so I’d just cry until it was over.
18. What movie last made you too scared to go to sleep?
Midsommar didn’t make me too scared to sleep, but for a short time it made me terrified of flowers and the color white.
19. Do you have a Twitter account?
Sure.
20. Did Obama deserve the Nobel Peace Prize he was awarded?
Oh he won it? That’s pretty cool. I dunno enough about his presidency other than he seems to be ~hipper than all the other US presidents and is generally more well-loved, but I don’t want to make a stand so hastily.
21. Is your cell phone a qwerty (full keyboard) or no?
Yeah, touchscreen qwerty.
22. What was the last website you logged onto (besides the one you're on)?
WWE Network!!! Just today they announced that they were gonna give free access to the Network, which means thousands of hours’ worth of pay-per-views, shows, and documentaries. I made a WWE account just for it and I’ve already downed two documentaries this morning.
23. What's your home page?
It’s a Google Chrome extension called Momentum. I’m too lazy to describe the features so I’ll just show you what it looks like when I open Chrome/a new tab.
24. Put a line from the song you're listening to right now:
I’m not listening to a song rn but I do have everything i wanted by Billie Eilish stuck in my head for a few minutes now. A lyric goes: I had a dream / I got everything I wanted / Not what you’d think / And if I’m being honest, it might’ve been a nightmare / To anyone who might care.
25. Music artists you listen to: Are they a little or a lot older than you?
They’re typically close to my age, like maybe 4-10 years older than me. The oldest artist I listen to is probably Beyoncé?
26. What always has to be in the refrigerator?
For us, eggs.
27. What was your favorite movie of 2009?
The Proposal.
28. What do you want for Christmas?
That’s sort of a long way from now, dude. By that time I’d have grown a bit and will probably ask for a vacuum cleaner lmaaaaao.
29. If you could go to three places in the world right now:
UPTC, Feliz, and a Starbucks. I just want to be out of my actual village – I don’t even want to go anywhere far after this.
30. How many days until your birthday?
I was too lazy to do math but Google says it’s 28 days away.
31. Who are you crushing on right now? (Famous or not, it's your call.)
Gabie, Kristen Stewart, and Lee Joo Youngggggg.
32. Do you squish bugs or put them in a glass and let them outside?
I squish them especially if they’re being annoying, soz.
33. Do you have split ends?
I recently got my hair done, so no.
34. Isn't it ridiculous that movie theaters sell hot dogs and nachos?
It is pretty stupid considering they’re messy food and you’ll have to eat them in a really dark room. Where I’m from they allow any kind of food in the theatres, so we aren’t restricted to hotdogs and nachos. My go-to food is Potato Corner french fries, since they’re easy to pick up and would never have a strong smell, or make a noise or a mess.
35. What school subject do you absolutely fail at?
I don’t think I ever got past an 85 in chemistry in high school.
36. When you're on a laptop, do you hook up a mouse or use the touchpad?
I have a touchpad. I’ve never owned a mouse.
37. When's the next day(s) off you'll get at school?
Literally right now until April 14th. It’s a lockdown, dude.
38. If you're learning a language, what year are you in?
I’m not. My curriculum doesn’t require me to take language electives. I did take Spanish and Korean in Duolingo in the past out of boredom/curiosity, though. I lasted a few levels into Spanish because of its similarities with Filipino, but they have like a million verb tenses and that’s when it got too much for me. Korean was pretty difficult right from the start.
39. Do you think you're done growing or will you grow a couple more inches?
Nah, this is it I think.
40. What's your mom's mom's name?
Agnes.
41. Do you replace "and" with an ampersand (&)?
No, it looks so informal to me.
42. What do you usually get at school for lunch?
I don’t have a usual lunch; it depends on what we have at home, because I typically just bring food from home to school.
43. Have you ever encountered a creepy neighbor?
I don’t think so. If I did, my brain probably blocked the memory already.
44. How many texts can your phone's inbox hold before it's too full?
As far as I know it doesn’t have a limit and just depends on my phone’s overall capacity.
45. Do you like the foam soap or the liquidy soap?
I use a liquidy one, so I’ll go with that.
46. Do you like the automatic sinks or the ones with hot and cold handles?
Lmao, first of all our country’s not even rich enough for this question. We just have a basic sink. We get whatever temperature is available and we need to turn a knob to have the water running.
47. What day did/does your birthday fall on this year?
It’ll fall on a Tuesday, which suckssss because it’s a weekday and I have weekly Tuesday meetings for this semester. It’s also the first week out of the coronavirus lockdown, and I doubt people will even be paying attention to birthdays by then.
48. Do you tend to lean towards bright colors or more subtle colors?
Subtle ones.
49. Do you use British spelling even though you're not British?
No.
50. Name the farthest/weirdest/most unique place you've ever been:
Farthest: Bali, Indonesia
Weirdest: There was this park in Palawan that just didn’t fit with the city’s atmosphere at all lmao. Let me look it up... Baker’s Hill. It had tons of vibrantly-colored figurines, decorations peppered with cheesy pick-up lines, and Valentine’s decor (hearts, streamers, etc) spread all over the place. I couldn’t understand what it was supposed to be and it was a surreal experience overall lol.
Most unique: Sagada. It didn’t feel like I was in the Philippines for the 3 days I was there.
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ok so hi. this has been sitting in my drafts for a .... while. and i’m gonna’ post it bc it’s long lmao. i also had an idea for a valentine’s day esque nsfw sequel to this but idk?? btw, just a warning-- this is in steve’s pov and billy’s pov is my comfort zone so if it sucks Sorry
There’s something about almost dying too many times that makes the rest of the world around you seem minuscule. It makes school even more boring than before, it makes sleeping a distant memory, and pure, genuine laughter harder to come by. There are too many days Steve spends in class, the teacher droning on and on about Darwin and Natural Extinction Theory and all he wants to do is stand up and go, “Do you have any idea what’s out there? We’re in here, studying bullshit, and out there, right now, are things that wanna’ kill us, that know how, that will—“ but he doesn’t, because he signed too many legal wavers to count, because if he does they’d just throw him into a mental facility.
So he sits and stays quiet instead, swallowing back all his anxiety and fear of the unknown and known, sleep-deprived eyes staring out the nearest window as if he expects something nasty with claws to walk on by.
Nothing ever does. Jane closed the gate.
Somehow, that’s worse.
Everyone else seems happy with the peace. The kids smile and laugh and ask Steve to take them to the arcade constantly. Nancy has never seemed happier, walking hand in hand with Jonathan. Jane has more freedom that she’s ever had, visiting her friends, learning about the world. Joyce and Hopper get closer every day, enjoying each other’s company, maybe even finding solace in it. Maybe that’s part of it. Maybe the kids use each other to deal with their shit. Maybe Nancy and Jonathan use each other too. They’ve all been through hell, the only difference was after it was all said and done Steve was the only one left completely alone.
He feels dead. He thinks, maybe, he’s felt wrong since the first time he took that bat to the Demogorgon, but this is different. Worse. He doesn’t feel like anything. He doesn’t feel angry, or sad, or even really scared, not anymore. There’s nothing there. And maybe that’s the only thing nowadays that actually scares him: the fact that nothing does.
It’s mid-January when he finally decides to do something about it. When the emptiness gets so bad he almost skips an entire week of school. When Mrs. Leery, his English teacher, calls him over after class and says, “Steve, your grade has been going steadily downhill. Is anything the matter?” with an expression so soft and concerned, that all Steve can manage is a tight smile and a, “Just tired,” before giving some half-assed promise that he’d try harder.
He does try too. He’s been trying since the beginning of fucking November. But he falls asleep when he should be reading Of Mice and Men, and it’s not even that boring of a book. He knows something has to change, that something in him is broken and he needs to fix it before he’s nothing but some vague shadow of what he used to be.
Steve realizes just how he’s going to do that when he’s getting the mail one day. Billy Hargrove speeds by in his Camaro, probably going twenty over the speed limit, Tommy, Carol, and two other girls hanging out of the Camaro whooping, hollering, and laughing as the wind whips through them. Steve thinks he’s never seen a group of people seem so alive. He remembers when that used to be him driving, him hanging out the window, him laughing. It was a shallow happiness, perhaps, but it was happiness.
And he decides he wants that back
He knows where to start, and it’s not hard. Steve’s known Tommy since before puberty, and he knows that even if Tommy feels sorry for something he’ll never apologize first. Every fight they’ve ever had has led to Steve outside his door, an apology on his lips. Only then does Tommy apologize too and only then do they move the fuck on. Steve hopes that, even after a year of not speaking, that fact hasn’t changed.
He brings beer with him, just in case.
Tommy opens the door on the third knock and scowls when he sees Steve. Then he sees the beer and the scowl shifts, eyebrows raising in interest. “Want something?”
“To apologize,” he holds out the beer immediately, offers a halfhearted smile. “I shouldn’t have jumped down your throat that day. You were—“ in his own way “—you were trying to have my back.” And he really was, Steve knew that. Maybe not in the best way, maybe not in the nicest way, but he was.
There’s a long pause where Tommy just eyes him, like he’s considering, and then he reaches out for the beer and steps aside, wordlessly inviting Steve in. “Yeah, well… I coulda’ handled it better,” he’s grumbling, words half muttered. If Steve wasn’t an expert in Tommy Language he’d have to ask him to repeat himself. “I woulda’ been pissed if you’d said all that shit about Carol too, just—“ he takes a breath, starts walking towards the steps to the basement where they’d always hang out. “—I knew she wasn’t fucking good enough for you man. I knew she’d hurt you.”
And.
That’s fair too, honestly. Tommy had known what kind of person Steve could be. How sensitive. How trusting. People assume their friendship had been shallow, but it really hadn’t been. Not always. Steve still remembered the way Tommy cried on his shoulder when they were kids and his dog was hit by a car. There was meaning there. Trust.
They’re down stairs and Steve is cracking open two cans, holding one out when he goes, “Guess I should’ve listened to you,” before downing about half of it in one go. Tommy follows suit and wipes his mouth before glancing over his shoulder and then back at Steve, a grin pulling at his lips.
“How about I kick your ass at air hockey again? That always cheers you up.”
“Pretty sure that cheers you up,” Steve says, and Tommy laughs. “But sure, why not.”
Steve loses, five to two, but he feels like he’s won anyway.
Billy Hargrove quickly becomes his main problem. Of course, Steve knew he would be before he even found himself on Tommy’s doorstep. Billy did not like him, and the feeling was mutual. They had barely talked since the incident at the Byers’ and Steve was happy with that. He could handle the sneers and even the shoving during basketball. Billy had laid off the kids for the most part and that’s all that mattered to him.
Luckily, Tommy has more sway with Billy than Steve originally thought. He assumed their friendship was more symbiotic than anything. Billy claimed the crown that had been abandoned, and Tommy found it easier to follow than not. It was a familiar position for him, after all. But it seemed like a little more than that. When Tommy invites him over to eat with them that Monday, Steve’s actually surprised that Billy allows it. That he frowns, but otherwise ignores Steve, keeping his attention on the rest of the team. He doesn’t look at Steve again for the rest of lunch.
It’s not good enough.
For it to really be right, or this to work, Billy has to like him. Steve isn’t sure how to accomplish that, hell, he isn’t even sure if he wants to, but it’s necessary.
He starts with buying them all alcohol. He pays for the booze, the weed, offers up his giant, empty house and heated pool. It’s how he woo’d Carol, even Tommy when they were kids ( minus the alcohol and weed ), and most of anyone else at school. He thinks it’ll work on Billy too.
It doesn’t.
Billy drinks his booze, and he smokes his weed, and he swims in his pool. But when it’s all said and done he still sneers at Steve, still ignores him at lunch, still checks him too hard at practice and mocks him in the middle of random conversations.
“He’s a fucking asshole,” Steve grumbles one night, laid out on the couch in Tommy’s basement. His head is in Carol’s lap and she’s playing with his hair. It’s nice. Not something he’s had since Nancy. He missed it.
Also, they’re all really fucking high. He missed that too. Getting high with his friends.
“I’ve tried to be friendly, even after the bullshit he pulled--”
Everyone knows that they fought. Or at least, they figured they did since Steve showed up to school that Monday looking like he got hit by a truck, and Billy showed up with a black eye and busted knuckles. It didn’t take long for the student body to put two and two together and guess who won.
“I don’t think he’s impressed by money,” Tommy says from the floor. He’s leaning back against the couch, head on the cushion, and a joint between his lips. “I mean, he’s poor as shit,” he continues bluntly, “like Byers level poor.” Steve shoots him a look and Tommy holds a hand up in mild surrender. He doesn’t see why Steve is protective of them, especially after Jonathan and Nancy, but he’s gotten better about how he talks about them anyway.
“Wouldn’t that make him like... want to be around it?” Carol questions. It’s a natural conclusion for three well-off teens to come to, but Steve’s learned enough over his last year of bettering himself to know that’s not always true. He thinks maybe Tommy has a point.
“You should like. Be real with him.” He leans his head further back until the back of it is leaning against Steve’s knee. “I don’t think he likes bullshit.”
Steve thinks about that night at the Byers’ and how Billy seemed furious that Steve lied about Max being there. He thinks about Nancy going you’re bullshit and wonders if maybe she wasn’t that far off. After all, he spent an entire year pretending everything was okay, and before that he pretended like having absentee parents didn’t bother him. Hell, he still did that sometimes.
“No bullshit,” Steve sighs, and reaches for the joint when Tommy offers it out. “I can do that.”
Tommy throws a party that next weekend. It’s his and Carol’s anniversary so they celebrate it in the way they know best: by making everyone else celebrate for them. They get booze and pot and set the house up so that all of Tommy’s mom’s breakables are hidden away. Billy arrives thirty minutes before the party dressed to the nines and with a keg. Steve wonders how he can stand wearing an open shirt in fucking January but doesn’t bother asking.
Six hours later the party is headed into the A.M. and Steve’s completely fucking wasted when he beats Billy as beer pong and grins like he won Olympic gold. Billy looks just about ready to kill him, and Steve can tell he’s significantly less drunk than him and wonders why since Billy always seems to get shit-faced at these kinds of things.
Billy leaves to grab a smoke outside, and Steve-- in all his drunken genius-- decides this is the best time to approach him.
It’s not.
There’s something dangerous in Billy’s eyes when he sizes him up, something that reminds Steve of that night, something wild. He asks what the fuck Billy’s problem with him is anyway, and Billy grins in the kind of way that reminds Steve of a shark. He gets real close, encroaching on Steve’s personal space, and he can’t help but think about Darwin and the Natural Extinction Theory. How man is just stupid enough to kill itself. How, right now, Steve is the perfect fucking example of that.
“My problem with you,” Billy breathes, right in his face, smelling like beer and cigarettes, “is that you’re a little spoiled rich boy who’s used to getting everything he wants.” Steve opens his mouth to argue, to say that if he really got everything he wanted he’d still have Nancy and not nightmares. That he’d have parents who loved him and a father who didn’t think he was a failure. But, Billy continues. “And now, what? You’ve decided you wanna’ be king again, yeah? That it? Make Hill think you give a shit about him--”
“I do.”
“Bullshit,” Billy snarls, flecks of spit hitting Steve in the face, almost making him flinch. “Your girl dumped you for a freak and now you’re desperate for friends and fans again. So, here you are, making nice, buying them whatever they want just so they’ll like you--”
“Fuck you,” he hisses back, “I’m not. I missed Tommy and Carol--” and he had, in the same weird way they had probably missed him. “--you’re just their baggage I have to deal with.” It’s fucked up. He knows it’s fucked up as soon as he says it, nasty and not what Steve meant to do when he came out here. And it gets him punched in the face.
No surprise there.
He probably deserves it.
Steve reels back, his jaw fucking aching, and Billy prowls in close, grinning wide like a great white, like he had that night. He must not expect Steve to hit back, because the punch actually lands and Billy looks fucking surprised when he rights himself.
“Is that you’re fucking problem?” Steve demands, filling the space Billy had stumbled back out of. “You think I wanna’ be king again? That I’m gonna’ push you out--”
Billy laughs, “You couldn’t even if you wanted to.” But Steve thinks he’s wrong, and he thinks Billy knows he’s wrong. They were both charismatic, both handsome, but Steve was nicer. He was friendlier, more easy going, and at the end of the day that’s someone everyone would rather follow than someone like Billy. Some angry, aggressive, and volatile. Someone they fear. They both know it, and it’s clear on Billy’s face even when he says the opposite.
“Newsflash, I don’t care about being king.” And he doesn’t, he actually really doesn’t. He just-- “I just don’t wanna’ be alone, anymore.” And it’s probably the pussiest thing he could have said. I don’t wanna’ be alone, like some kind of fucking girl. He expects Billy to laugh at him, to make fun of him, maybe punch him again, maybe shove him back and go inside to tell everyone what a little bitch Steve Harrington is.
He does laugh. But it’s after a moment of surprise, and the sound is more dry than it is mean. “You’re a fucking piece of work, Harrington.” Billy sighs, and looks up at the night sky like there’s something up there beside stars before looking back down. “And I’m watching you.”
And with that, the most ominous thing Steve’s ever fucking heard, Billy saunters back inside.
Only after the door has shut behind him and Steve tastes copper does he realize his nose is bleeding.
That Monday they’re all sitting at the lunch table when Billy asks Tommy if he’s seen the new Rambo yet. He hasn’t, and while Carol wrinkles her nose at all the violence, she admits that Sylvester Stallone is pretty hot, so she’ll tag along if they go to see it. Steve doesn’t comment, figuring if Billy’s inviting people then he’s not going. He’s thinking about taking the kids when Billy looks at him and goes, “You gonna’ come?” And Steve’s so fucking surprised it takes him a second to find himself and go, “Yeah, sure.”
That Thursday Billy eats his lunch like a man starving. Without thinking, Steve offers up his meatloaf and Billy stares at him like he’s crazy but takes it anyway. In response, Billy offers up his applesauce and he accepts it, feeling not like he’s won, but that he might be close.
“I think he doesn’t eat at home sometimes,” Tommy says while Steve’s BMW is idling in the McDonald’s drive-thru. They’d been talking about Billy’s massive appetite, and how it even puts theirs to shame. “He eats my entire pantry every time he comes over.”
Steve frowns and thinks about it before he’s leaning back out the window and ordering two more burgers, fries, and nuggets. Tommy doesn’t comment on it, but he shoots Steve a look when they get back and Billy goes, “What’s with the extra food?” and Steve shrugs and replies, “Must of got the order wrong.”
A week later he’s driving Dustin home from school and figures something is wrong because the kid isn’t jabbering like normal. He almost looks like he’s pouting, eyes out the window. Finally, Steve can stand it anymore, “What’s up, man?” He never thought he’d be bothered by Dustin being quiet, but he is.
With his arms crossed over his chest, Dustin purses his lips like he doesn’t want to say, but when Steve prods him he finally blurts, “Are you going to turn back into a douchebag?” And Steve’s, well, Steve’s caught a bit off guard because he definitely hadn’t expected that, figuring maybe it had to do with Max.
“You used to think I was a douchebag?”
Leveling him with a look that says seriously? Dustin goes, “Uh, I didn’t think you were one, you were . Before Nancy you were all look at me I’m so cool, and you hung out with Tommy Hill, and now you are again and with Billy Hargrove of all people, and--”
“Whoa man,” Steve breathes with a little laugh, “Cool your jets, okay? I’m not--”
“He kicked your ass!”
“I know.”
“And threatened Lucas!”
“I know!”
“Then what are you doing?” Dustin demands, fixing him with an incredulous look. “Did he knock something loose when he punched you? ‘Cause, like, he’s not a cool dude, and you-- if you hang out with him you might--”
“Dustin,” he sighs, pulling up to the others’ house. Steve puts the BMW in park but doesn’t unlock the doors just yet. “I’m not... look, you’re right. I was probably a total douchebag.” Especially to a kid. “But I’m not going to just... change back, okay? I just... need people that aren’t kids or my ex to hang out with.”
“But we’re cool kids.”
He laughs a little, and it’s more fond than mean. “You are,” and okay, Dustin and the rest of the party are total dorks, but they’re cool dorks, and while Steve would never tell anyone that except Dustin, it’s still true. “But it’s not the same.”
And he thinks Dustin must agree on some level, because instead of immediately arguing he just pouts, taking a breath and blowing out his cheeks while he thinks. Then he finally he goes, “Fine,” before adding, “But if you start turning into a douchebag again I’m like totally gonna’ hit you or six El on you. Or something.”
Again, Steve laughs, “Man, if I start acting like that again I encourage you to hit me and/or six El on me, okay?” Dustin nods, seemingly okay with that deal, but just in case--
“Hey-- how about I take you and the other brats to the mall on Saturday?”
Dustin immediately brightens at that, “The one outta’ town?”
“Yup. You guys just have to ask your parents if it’s okay.”
“Totally! I’ll let the guys know! Hopefully Hopper will let El go too. Thanks Steve,” and then he’s hopping out the car and heading for his house with a quick wave as a good-bye. Steve waits until he’s safely in before driving on home.
The very next day Dustin tells him that Max’s mom said she can’t go unless Billy comes to look after her. “It’s stupid,” he huffs, “She’s safer with you than she’d ever be with Billy,” and even though Steve doesn’t disagree with that point he’s heard enough about Max’s parents to know there’s no arguing with them.
“Okay. Billy will come then.” And Dustin looks so fucking betrayed that he can’t help but laugh. “What? You want Max to come, don’t you?”
A pause then, “Fine. But you gotta’ like. Keep his ass in line, got it?”
“Yeah, yeah, shithead, I got it.”
Convincing Billy to go with him and six kids out of town won’t be easy, though.
He figures the next party coming up will be the best time. It’s right before Saturday, and Steve hadn’t planned on going for the sake of his pride, but a drunk Billy is a Billy more likely to accept Steve’s proposal. He was always nicer drunk. Okay, no he wasn’t, but... he may be more agreeable. If he’s drunk enough.
And friendly enough.
“A Valentine’s Day party?” Billy asks, nose wrinkling at the flier Steve had just stuck in his hands.
“Singles party,” Steve corrects, and Billy somehow looks more disgusted.
“Those are a thing?”
“Well,” Shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket, Steve shrugs. “Last one Lisa threw was like? When we were fifteen? Then she got into a relationship with Jimmy P, but they broke up in December, so--”
“So she’s throwing a singles party.Yeah, no thanks.” Billy pushes the flier towards Steve’s chest. “Sounds pathetic. I’d rather get wasted at the quarry.”
“That’s pathetic too.” He points out, “And at Lisa’s the booze and food will be free. Plus it’s mostly an excuse to get wasted, make out with people, then never talk about it come Monday morning.” That wasn’t a lie. Steve had probably kissed a countless number of girls the last time the party was thrown. Hell, he was pretty sure he kissed Tommy too, but that was three years ago and Steve decided he was too drunk to remember it.
Billy barks a laugh and Steve thinks maybe he’s convinced him, “God, that’s fucking ridiculous. Why do you want me to go so bad?”
“Because, I want to go.” Okay, he actually doesn’t. It is pathetic. “But Tommy and Carol can’t go, and you’re single so--” he shrugs again, reaches out to nudge the paper against Billy’s hands. His knuckles are cut up again. It’s the second time that month and Steve wonders who’s the unlucky soul that's been on the other end.
“Okay. What do I get if I do?”
“Pot?”
“I got pot, and Cali pot is better than Indiana pot.” Fair.
In all honesty, Steve had no idea what to give him. He can’t think of anything so he settles for, “I’ll owe you one,” and a smile that promises just about anything Billy could want. It’s a good deal, so good that Steve’s almost nervous about making it. What kind of favor would Hargrove ask of him one day?
Billy, of course, brightens at the suggestion. “You’ll owe me one,” he repeats. “Alright, pretty boy, you got yourself a deal.”
#harringrove#my drabbles#??? i cant think of any horrible triggers#mental illness cw#but that's in all my stuff at this point#anyway idk if anyone would even want a sequel to this but#here
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❍ ─ hey dudes !! i feel pretty hype to be here. i’ve been rewatching gg for the past three weeks and pretty much neglecting my creative side/avoiding all of my writing friends. i was rping in another fandom on discord and i just started to lose inspo, y’know that flame was starting to blow out. on a whim i decided to check out the rp tag on tumblr again ( i haven’t rped on tumblr since 2016 btw ), and whaddya know, the second post i see is from a gossip girl rp. ─ could’ve been a coincidence, could’ve been a sign ?? idk. point is that i’m here !! and i’m really hoping to fall in love w/ writing again.
ok, lemme introduce you to a boi i made up 48hrs ago.
A LITTLE MORE OOC
// so um, FUNNY STORY, when i joined i was planning to fill up a connection from another roleplayer here as their brother, but they were gone as soon as i was i accepted looooool. so now i lack a sibling and i took their last name. ah well, gotta make due with what you’ve got i guess.
// that being the case, it sort of inspired me to make a VERY convoluted family tree for him. i’ll touch some bases, but i’ll probably make other posts getting more into it i suppose.
// just to be clear, i’m going to keep it canon that he has a sister named olivia, i was straight up coming up with a lot of relationship HC’s before approaching the mun, and some where based around that character’s profession. i like what i came up with so i’m planning to keep it that way.
// let’s just say olivia isn’t on gossip girl’s radar. ─like a jenny humphrey from season one lmao.
THE SKELETON
.･:*:･ﾟ’ twenty one, cismale, roderick bordeaux was made in the upper east side and attended st. jude’s. he still resides in new york, and is currently a model who progressively grown weary of his profession. they are staying up til’ 4am laughing at memes, mischievous looks, suggestive stature, eccentric humor, silk tuxedos. onlookers say they resemble shawn mendes. ( al, 19, idc, cst. )
FROM THE BEGINNING
roderick grew up with two older siblings and two very wealthy parents.
his family is very popular in the social scene of manhattan, we’re talking generations on both sides of their family.
they’ve always kept up appearances and have made bountiful donations to noble and not so noble causes.
his father ( lawrence ) is exemplary businessman and his mother ( keighley ) is a retired actress who’s found her life as a socialite a “profession” on its own.
his relationship with his parents had its moments of toxicity and neglect but overall he’s never been resentful towards them as he realized the privileged life they handed to him and his siblings.
rick has always had a penchant for doing stupid things and getting away with it. he gets bored easily !! but to be clear his intentions are usually positive. his parents barely know of his ventures, they’re not very interested in GG to keep up with it either. he is the youngest─ he gets off the hook a little easier than his siblings do. you bet your ass they envy that.
he’s always been academically inclined, but school was never really his priority. he spent most of his time at constance with his friends. he’s a social butterfly at heart, and he wasn’t one to stick to cliques. basically getting along with almost anyone. always open to making more connections with people. doesn’t mean he lacked his fair share of enemies.
up until then he was unaware of any other type of life. party, fun, drama and the occasional responsibility. things took a bit of a turn after high school though.
BEFORE THE FALL
first of all, his ex-girlfriend’s-mother married into his family. holidays already came with the uncomfortable “greeting family you haven’t seen for months to years on end” how the hell are you supposed go about it─ “oh hey we’ve rubbed genitals together, we’ve hated each other for a while and now we’re cousins, want a turkey leg” ??
second, his father wanted college, roderick didn’t, but obliged after his father threatened to freeze his accounts.
for three years, he attended harvard, likely due to his parents connections i might add─ he almost claimed the title of a lit major, but in retribution for a new revelation about his parents, he quit.
WHAT GG DOESN’T KNOW....YET
in his third year of college rick picked up a course in theater, dance and media, partially due to the crush he had on another student. during his attendance he met a classmate who he quickly befriended. one evening she invited him to her birthday party, and to say it changed his world would be an understatement.
after spending more time with her and her family, he felt strangely attached to them, he desired the type of relationship she had with her parents. and soon enough the universe offered him a truth that could make that a reality.
turns out his parents weren’t really his parents. rick was involved in a tangled plan filled with lies and deception. ─his close friend from college ?? was his sister.
this was a lot to take in for rick, he had an entire genealogy that he didn't know about, and they were seemingly everything he wanted in a family. of course this was conflicting. he loved the people he grew up with unconditionally, but his loyalty wavered the more the truth was uncovered.
A GENERATIONAL FEUD
his “parents” didn’t even want him, they were blackmailed by his biological grandmother ( thalia ) to keep him away from his biological parents. his grandmother disapproved of his biological father ( lloyd ) and wanted nothing to do with him or his family.
her distaste was unwarranted however, completely biased. her issues were purely against his mother ( harlow ). they have toxic history together, and share a hatred for each other. so much so that they put aside their disagreements to work together. there was no way in hell harlow would share her surname and it’s perks with thalia’s offspring. and thalia wasn’t planning to have a familial tie with harlow.
harlow promised to take away lloyd’s life of luxury if he married rick’s mother ( rowan ).
thalia called for some favors owed, and successfully managed to manipulate rowan and set her grandson up for “adoption”.
unfortunately for the high class devil’s their game only played out for a few months, lloyd and rowan loved each other too much to let go. the loss of a child and the loss of luxury wasn’t enough to keep them apart.
they eloped against their parents wishes, and lost everything. by their early twenties, they were no longer royalty of manhattan, they were “nobody’s”. practically disowned. if it meant they cut ties with their sadistic families, it was fine by them.
rick’s biological parents searched for him, for years, they almost divorced as a ploy to get information from their parents, but it lead them to more questions than answers. it was eventually a mutual decision to end their search, the pain was too overwhelming to continue.
call it fate, who would’ve thought the search would end with academic career and their daughter.
CURIOSITY KILLED THE CAT
understandably, rick was extremely upset with his “parents” and ultimately detached himself from them.
he quit school, and disconnected himself from most of his friends for a while. it was necessary to go over his options alone. and soon enough he planned an intervention. in four months time, he planned to expose his parents in public at an uptown charity event honoring them.
he told four of his closest friends about his strategy requesting for a helping hand, and they willingly accommodated him.
all except for one. one of the four ratted him out before he could pull it off. and his “grandmother” ( genevieve ) was informed and immediately warned thalia and harlow of the proposition.
they took matters into their own hands, and made things very personal. suddenly grandma genevieve wasn’t as sweet as she had been.
rick’s ex-girlfriend-now-cousin was instructed to seduce and drug him in his loft, if she failed to follow through, her mother would suffer the consequences.
with much hesitation she compelled. and on an odd night out she convinced him to catch up, and eventually got him drunk enough to have him pass out on his couch. she called their grandmother right after and waited 10 to 15 minutes for a sign to leave. there were a few stern knocks on the door by two men in very posh tuxedos, she was conclusively excused by their entrance.
THE SECRET GOSSIP GIRL KNOWS
his cousin-ex-lover left his loft around booty call hour. lacking a walk of shame... but stamped with a very guilty face.
off schedule─ his housekeeper arrived to his loft a bit earlier than usual, having much to do that day. her extended family was coming in from out of town for a familial celebration. and we all know how important family is, don’t we?
she suspected rick was working early as well, and went down the list of her duties. her first priority was his restroom, as he generally left wet towels on the ground after his morning showers. however the only elements she found were scattered pills and emptied bottles on his bathroom floor, along with rick... in a bathtub filled with water looking a little too pale.
with a disheveled 911 phone call, she preformed crucial CPR, and an ambulance shortly arrived─ rick was sent to the hospital to have his stomach pumped, and the bordeaux’s made a private entrance, feeling troubled with emotions of guilt and regret.
in recovery rick denies the suicidal accusations but was sequentially sent to a rehabilitation center against his will.
he spent his summer in connecticut, and his family lied to keep press away from their charity event. to what the public knows, rick pursued his modeling career further and traveled through europe for the summer.
AT A CROSSROADS
all forms of communication were taken away from rick, and he spent most of his time at rehab trying to reach out by bribing his nurses.
one of his nurses fell into his bribe and let him make contact with his cousin. out of fear she confessed and delivered his SOS to their grandmother.
sooner or later, his grandma showed up─ grandma.. thalia. to most and to gossip girl? a stranger.
she proposed a settlement with roderick, he was to forget about his biological family and continue mingling in his social circle as if nothing ever happened for exchange of his freedom and his family’s freedom.
he begrudgingly agreed to it, and flew back to new york with built up resentment and a thirst for retaliation.
he’s back home now, as if nothing ever happened. last he heard his biological family tried to invite him to their halloween feast. but no word after that.
as of now, his course of action is to figure out what “bestie” ratted him out. what did thalia, harlow or even genevieve have on them. and what could he do about it ??
if all attempts fail, we still have gossip girl.
LMAO MORE OOC
ok ok ok ok ok, ik it’s a lot of shit to read. i’m sorry but not really, i enjoyed myself waaaay too much to truly feel guilty about it. SO idk if you’ve noticed but, i took a lotta of inspiration from the show since i just finished the series again. ─i figured rick is a dumbass but he doesn't lack that much morality to do something awful without warrant. I’LL BE SHOOK IF YOU REALLY READ THROUGH ALL OF THIS BUT HEY IF YOU WANNA PLOT W/ ME PLEASE DO. i have a connections page that has to do with normal connections and it also has connections related to everything you’ve read here !! feel free to im/dm me at anytime, or like this so ik you’re interested in plotting w/ me, i don’t mind hitting you up.
OKAY, MUCH LOVE EVERYONE.
#xointro#⇝ ─ ooc. ─ ⇜#( FUUUUUCK IT'S LONG )#( I'M SORRY )#( i tried to keep it short )#( bUT I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF )#( tw; mentions of suicide )#( tw; mentions of drugs )
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skills/things you should work on before or during college
i’ve decided to bring back the #advice
so in my past couple years, i’ve noticed a few places where people fall short on skills they were expected to have, myself included. note that this is a list of these skills, but there are tons tons of masterposts out there on how to work on each one. I’ll also try to link them, but i’ll def miss a few. here’s a few of such skills:
how to do a presentation
slides tips
preparation tips
tips for during your presentation
personal comments:
as fast as you can, learn how to not read off slides - i feel like i’ve been told this several hundred times in the past by teachers, and honestly it will make your presentation be a lot more engaging!
people have different ways of presenting. Some people like to present without any notes. Some like the speaker notes on powerpoint. Some like flashcards. Some like printed notes that they actually never even look at because they rehearsed ten times before the actual presentation, but prefer to have on them as a safety net and something for my hands to hold onto so they don’t fidget around (me). You need to figure out which one works best for you!
how to write
when you forgot about an essay until ten hours before (but still in general)
how to approach an essay
writing the essay (simple outline that seems pretty good)
personal comments:
things I didn’t find: how to research. This is also very important because learning how to accumulate knowledge is an important skill to know. Learn how to use your local library. Learn how to use the search database system. Learn how to read papers (academic papers). Learn how to make citations.
When you have like twenty sources you’re juggling, organize them by what they’re about, or what body paragraph of yours they correspond to. for example, i just wrote an essay about mariachi, and had papers about educational programs (which was a couple paragraphs), and other papers about the history of mariachi (which was another couple of paragraphs), so separating them kept me organized.
but as said before, learning how to read papers has actually been very important to me, especially in a STEM field. First learn to read papers in your field, then learn how to read papers outside it, because chances are at some point, you’ll need to read a review of some field you’d never thought of before.
how to code - shameless plug by cs kid
learn the fundamentals of programming - i would more suggest a youtube series or an mit ocw or edx series for this. personally i dont really think codeacademy works well here bc it more teaches you the syntax rather than coding strategies or the thought process behind coding, but thats personal
learn syntax - codeacademy or tutorialspoint are personal gotos for me because they sum up really quickly language syntax in readable language for someone not familiar with the language yet
algorithms - EVER WONDER WHAT PEOPLE MEAN BY QUICKSORT here it is jk this is the sole reason i passed my algorithms class last semester
personal comments:
yes this was a shameless plug but in many many industries, knowing how to code will separate you. it’s almost essential to know if you’re into STEM fields, and even in other industries, having that kind of problem solving ability is important to have in general.
if you’re going to code like for serious, its very important to learn the fundamentals of coding and coding principles very well rather than speeding thru languages. focus on one language, learn to use it very well and solve lots of problems with it, and then you’ll find picking up other languages will be really easy
how to learn by yourself
languages - learning languages is a good summary of learning anything by yourself. also tumblr has masterposts for literally any language. use the search function
any other topic [college geared, but not exclusive to] - try edx, mitx, mit ocw, coursera. these all offer recorded or online versions of college courses. can confirm that we here also use ocw to prep for our own courses lmao
lots and lots of colleges now offer online content. try googling for it
so in high school i found a few good sites, but am still finding these places. here a few links i really enjoyed
boundless - IMMA TELL YOU THIS SITE CARRIED ME THRU AP BIO
for real though, lots of good content on here, and they also summarize every section into key bullets, which was really helpful for me, its really a hidden gem
wikipedia - sooo if you’re looking for a quick intro to a subject, its really not that bad as people say it is. i still use it pretty often. just dont cite it (if youre looking for research sources, go to the original source), and make sure its cited by some trustworthy source at the bottom
learning anything by yourself takes dedication and scheduling. having a plan increases the chances of following through tenfold.
how to present yourself
resume tips - note that different fields will have slightly different resumes. For example CS might have a side projects section - science might have a publications section. Note your own planned field of study and learn how people there might structure
career fair tips
interview tips
interview tips pt 2
personal comments:
I couldn’t find a good masterpost, but networking is also really important and going to local events and how to talk to people there. How you present yourself is also different from field to field, and how you learn to do so, I think, is when talking to mentors or upperclassmen from your field.
random tip - if you say you know something, please actually know it
how to manage time
there are like ten thousand posts out there on this ...probably because its IMPORTANT
time management tips
organization tips - lots of times, the reason you’re wasting time is because you’re disorganized!
managing time while working
tips in visual form
personal comments:
this is what works for me: to-do lists, devotion to google calendar and living and breathing an organized life (ie i make sure my room is [vaguely] clean)
know your strengths...and weaknesses
if you know a class is easier for you, you’re not necessarily going to need to schedule as much time for it as another class that might be harder, or you could you use smaller chunks of time in between other time slots for that class
hitting a rough spot of procrastination? take a shower, work out or go get water or make a cup of tea, or better yet, write an informative long studyblr post
how to cook SOMETHING
i’m not asking you to know how to cook a five course meal, but at least know how to fry an egg or do a basic pasta or something because the freshmen meal plan does not last forever
how to cook/food in college - basic tips for cooking and buying food/things on a budget too
buzzfeed is surprisingly good for easy manageable recipes
personal comments:
i first learned how to fry and scramble an egg. i now prefer making a kickass omelet, but usu i settle for the five minute fried egg
i next learned to make pasta, first cooking pasta and then mixing it in with store bought sauce, but lately i’ve been experimenting with like different homemade garlic/oil/cream sauces
i once upon steamed vegetables in the microwave and it wasnt horrible! that being said, dumping vegetables into boiling water isnt too bad my friends
frozen food from trader joes is your friend
ok hopefully this was informative/useful. sorry i havent posted in a month, i was overseas and then came back to campus and was bedriddenly sick for a week. on that note i just saw a mouse run by so i need to make sure my door’s closed. thanks guys!
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Prince!Ren AU
this was such a GOOD look for ren please bring this back amen thank u
Genre;; royal!au ++prince!au fluff uhhhh aka my fave
Warnings;; none,, i mean not that i know of??? It’s pure fluff?? maybe a tiny bit angsty idk but if u dont like boys who can’t cook dont read??
Pairing;; Choi Minki/Ren x reader
Requested;; yes (by anon)
Summary;; Ren is a prince who has moved to your country to study to be a King, and he happens to be your neighbour. Things don’t go too smoothly when you find out his identity...
Style;; bullet point + stuff
Word Count; 2530
AHHH i love royal aus so expect this to be;; long and detailed;; because i also stan minki,,, and he is already a prince,, coming up with a plot for this wasnt hard lmfaoooo;; i got my big ass 2litre bottle of water ready its 1am and its WRITING TIME
Ren was born into the royal family of a small country in East Asia
He was originally second in line until his brother Minseok gave up his right to the throne so he achieve his dream (that didn't involve being king lmao;;)
So little 8 year-old Minki is now thrust into the spotlight
Up until this point he’s had like;; no training on how to be a King
So he decides when he gets to his twenties he’ll go abroad to study politics and languages and stuff
So he can still be a good king when the time comes;;
But he doesn’t want to be treated like a prince wherever he goes so,, he instead decided to go by his real name rather than his royal name when he’s abroad (which less people know)
(okay it is a thing like prince harry’s name is actually henry FUN FACT)
But he’s super talented like;; he has a way with words and he’s really popular in his country
Because not only is he really beautiful but he’s also amazingly funny with a great personality
Like I mean it when I say he could probably make friends with a brick wall
He’s a little;; weird;; but it just makes him even more loveable sdjhfgjsd
He’s honestly treasured by his country because he just seems like a normal human he doesn’t try to act better than anyone else uh BLESS how kIND
ANYWAY
So the time comes for him to go;; and he chooses on going to your country!! (and your university what a coincidence am i right)
Now you’re just a lowly university student living in a block of flats not far from the campus
And it’s a nice block of flats but you’re on the 8th floor and the lift doesn’t work;; yikes
I mean at least you’re not on the 10th floor right??
So when you see someone moving into the flat next to your with boxes and boxes of stuff you are overcome with pity like;;; yeah you did that once before too
And you muster up the courage to go and help out this guy who is reALLY struggling with his suitcases
He nods a thank you as you pick up one of the suitcases and carry it up the last flight of stairs,, too tired to even speak (i feel u bro)
When you both reach the top he points out which room to take his bags to and guess what
He’s your new neighbour! (yay)
You help him put all the bags in his room and after about 3 minutes of trying to get all his breath back he manages to whisper a ‘thank you’ and offers you some tea
Obviously you take him up on the offer I mean you’re a uni student free sustenance is v good
BUT you have to go back to your room because;; well;; a welcome gift??
All you have in your room that's suitable are like candles and stuff but… don’t get me wrong but this guy doesn’t seem like the biggest fan of candles especially after walking up 8 flights of stairs
So you decide on giving him some of your sweet potatoes and a cute little keyring that your friend gave you that you’ve never used
It’s a little rabbit with a tiara on how ;; cute ;;
When you return to his apartment suddenly the shaggy looking guy who you helped carry his stuff up the stairs is now;; this beautiful man;;
Hes mid-way through making the tea when he notices you’ve returned
And he looks up and flashes you the cutest lil eye smile lol
Oh my god are they the same people even
He finishes making the tea and walks over to shake your hand
‘It's a pleasure to meet you!! I’m Choi Minki~’ he smiles, taking your hand in his
Shfsdhfjgshdjfh his hands are soft what (listen my fave hc is that minki has super super soft hands @ me on this gn)
‘Ahhh hi yes,, i’m y/n and i’m your neighbour!! I got you a present’
His face lights up when he sees the present sdfhdjhf
‘How did you know i love bunnies??’
You both sit down on the sofa in the middle of his flat surrounded by boxes
Drinking your tea and talking about life
You discover he’s attending the same university as you;; studying politics and modern languages
He’s like;; super smart but he doesn’t show it off at all??
But there’s something about his face that seems really familiar
Like as though you’ve seen him before but you don’t know where
So you just assume he reminds you of an old friend or something
As time passes you get really close
You walk with each other everyday to campus and back, you tell each other absolutely everything and you even cook for one another on alternate nights
One night when it was Minki’s turn to cook he was making some food from his home country;; cold spicy noodles (i love those pls omg)
And ahh he is not at all good at cooking but he tries hard so;; let’s let him off yeah
But he concentrates so hard but he genuinely just;; burns everything like idek how he does it don’t let minki cook;;
In the end he just;; gives up so you cook together!!
And as you’re quickly making a batch of pancakes together he decides yeah good time for a food fight
Proceeds to chuck flour all over you
And as he’s laughing at your pain you realise wow okay yeah his laugh is cute oh nOOOO you got a crush on your weird neighbour????
Obviously you ;; don’t make this known and eat your damn pancakes in peace
After chucking flour right back at Minki of course
Over the next few days he just suddenly stops coming into uni because;; he’s in a couple classes with you let’s just say you’re a politics student lol
You try knocking on his apartment door a couple times and nobody replies even when you call his name
You basically put 2 and 2 together
And make 5
And assume that he’s deliberately avoiding you because he realised your crush
In reality there’s been a minor problem in his country;; a law is being passed through government that’s quite controversial to do with like;; minority rights and stuff;; so he’s had to return to fight to get it passed and he didn’t really want to leave without saying anything but;; he also didn’t want to reveal who he was to the whole world
It’s a constitutional monarchy and democracy thing okay pls; i can’t explain political systems;
One night about a week after Minki’s sudden disappearance
You decide to turn on your tv because damn life is boring when you can’t go to Minki’s house and play snap lol
And on the news they’re talking about minki’s country bless where the spicy noodles come from
But the news report tells the story of this brave prince who is attempting to pass a law to protect the rights of the people of his country and wow this prince is a nice guy
And they show a clip of a press conference he held earlier on in the day
And
Wow
Okay
That prince looks suspiciously like your neighbour Minki???
Wait
THAT IS MINKI??!!
Minki = Prince Ren what the ??
Not long after this the law is passed and Minki returns back to his apartment next to yours and oh my god
You see him walking up to the entrance and you freak out again because
You have a crush on a prince???
He didn’t even tell you he was a prince???
What??? Is???? Going????? On??????
He comes and knocks on your door like usual and as you swing open the door he quickly pulls you into a hug
‘y/n!!! I missed you so much!!! I’m sorry for disappearing i had family stuff but I’m back now!!!’
And you just tense up a little because oh god this is a prince who basically lied to you for your friendship so far
‘Hello, Ren.’
Uh oh
You can feel Minki just tense up slightly and pull away from the tight hug
And he kind of just stands there awkwardly looking at the floor wondering what to say next because oh my god how did you find out
‘Y/n, please don’t treat me differently now you know who I am… I wanted to tell you I really did… How did you even find out?’
He looks into your eyes like he’s searching for something because uh oh the girl he’s liked for a while and the only girl who treats him like a normal human being is reallllllly pissed off with him and he,, doesn’t have any idea how to fix it
‘You were on the news, Minki. How long were you going to keep it from me? Were you even planning to tell me at all?’
‘Listen, I was going to but there was never a good time and honestly, I thought you wouldn’t want to be friends with a Prince?’
You just sigh heavily at his answer and go to slam the door in his face but he stops it with his foot and holds on to your wrist tightly
‘Please, y/n, can we talk properly?? I’ll make food.’
You take your hand off the door and stand back to let him into your flat and he immediately heads to the kitchen and pulls out a ramen packet
He starts to cook it all while you sit at the kitchen counter, watching him as he tries desperately to not burn everything sdjhfgsjdgh poor minki
He manages to,, kind of make it (well done minki)
And he places the bowl in front of you and sits down next to you in complete silence like ok this is getting a little awkward
So perk up the mood he just managed to cook without burning the whole block of apartments down
‘So, the prince can cook ramen but nothing else hm?’
He giggles slightly at your comment and nods
‘Yeah my parents always tease me about it too, especially since my brother is amazing at cooking’
He laughs again and picks up his chopsticks to shove in a whole load of ramen
So you finally turn to look at him and you notice his eyes are red and oh my god you made him cry??
Part of you is like yeah but listen he deserves it he lied to you for like 6 months
But then again;; it is understandable that he wouldn’t want everyone knowing he’s a prince
And it doessssss make you feel a little special that he didn’t want your relationship to change at all
So
You do what your heart tells you to do
And you pat his head and ruffle his hair a little
He looks comPLETELY BAFFLED LIKE,,, WHERE DID THIS COME FROM
But he smiles really wide and giggles again
‘Is this how you show your forgiveness?’
‘No way Minki, I want at least 5 more meals cooked by you before I can get over this’
And omg
He doesn’t get that you’re joking at first
And you just see this look of absolute terror go across his face like
Ohhhh no if he even tries to cook another meal the whole building is going up in flames like
Ramen was hard enough he had to keep checking the packaging every 5 seconds to make sure he was doing it right
Then he realises you’re joking
And he laughs because oh my god
What kind of gullible-
Sooo as time passes from here you get even closer
Some people suspect his identity but you vouch for him and say that ahh no he’s no prince lol i know he’s beautiful but nooo you’re mistaken
And minki is sooo thankful for you and you both just fall in love with each other even more compLETELY OBLIVIOUS TO EACH OTHER’S FEELINGS (idiots)
That is until one evening Minki announces out of the blue that he’s going back to his country
And he wants you to come with him
And you’re leaving tomorrow
He leaves you with a ‘pack quickly~~’
Like wow thanks for the suddenness of this i hAVE TO PACK EVERYTHING IN LIKE 3 HOURS
But you manage;; somehow
And you get on the flight and Minki is so damn nervous for some reason
Like is he scared of flying??
What??
So you hold his hand during the take off and landing just in case lol
Minki would never admit it but that made his heart race even more
As soon as you land he takes you straight to the palace and walks you into this big ballroom and asks the servants to call for his parents
And you just assume like ok yeah
He’s just introducing me to them as his friend from abroad thats cool
But when they turn up Minki suddenly stands up all stiff and proper which is like
Woah okay
And he kneels down before his mum and dad and starts to say something which is almost inaudible
‘Mother, Father, I have brought before you today the person I told you about, the one I am in love with. I intend to marry this person once the time is right but I thought you should meet them in person first. I am very sorry for rejecting the many royals you previously brought before me, but it is because of them that I felt I had to turn them down.’
Yo yo
Hold up a second
Minki??? Told his parents about you??
He is in love with you too okay what???
He turned down other royals because he liked you?? Okay wow
Shooketh
‘Please, let me introduce the light of my life, y/n’
Woah okay
You step forward to stand next to minki and oh my god his face is like a bright red it’s so cute
‘Your Majesties, it is a pleasure to meet you.’
You bow, curtsey whatever idk I’m not a royal person idk how this works
They smile and just say
‘Ahh, Minki you didn’t have to go to so much trouble!! We would’ve accepted pretty much anyone as long as you were happy!!’
And this look of relief washes over his face and he turns to you and grabs your hand, dragging you out of the room
You reach the palace gardens and you’re surrounded by cherry blossoms and roses
And he doesn’t let go of your hand but instead brings it to his lips and kisses it gently
‘I should’ve confessed to you first but I wanted to get this out of the way… In case you didn’t catch that, I am in love with you, y/n’
Ahhhhhhhhh
Heartbeat rises
‘You could’ve at least given me a hint! I almost had a heart attack!! But… yeah… uh… me too’
He giggles lightly and leans in to press his lips against yours
It’s a little cheesy but
It’s Minki what do you expect
And you couldn’t ask for anything better
DHSGJFHGSJDH I CANT DO A PROPER ENDING BECAUSE I’LL START BLUSHING SORRY;; i hope this is good lol ++ that yall enjoy it but it’s like time to sleep now here so goodnight!! other requests will be posted as soon as possible but i’m a little busy still so;;
#nu'est#nuest imagine#nu'est imagines#nuest#nu'est w#ren#choi minki#minki#nuest ren#nu'est ren#produce 101 imagines#produce 101 imagine#p101 imagines#au#royal au#prince au
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RULES: answer these 85 statements and tag 20 people
tagged by the amazing @percygottago thank you v much!!♡♡
i’m tagging @frxnkenstein @donnatartts @xjosten @sentient-forest-boy @robincross and that’s twenty
THE LAST…
1. drink: apple juice
2. phone call: school
3. text message: from my mom, “ok”
4. song you listened to: reocurring dream by ethan gruska
5. time you cried: i don’t know sometime this week probably
HAVE YOU EVER… (PT.1)
6. … dated someone twice: no
7. … kissed someone and regretted it: no
8. … been cheated on: no
9. … lost someone special: yes
10. … been depressed: uh yeah
11. … gotten drunk and thrown up: no
FAVORITE COLORS
12. mustard yellow
13. black
14. pink
IN THE LAST YEAR, HAVE YOU…
15. … made new friends: yes!!
16. … fallen out of love: no
17. … laughed until you cried: absolutely
18. … found out someone was talking about you: i don’t remember. maybe probably
19. … met someone who changed you: i don’t think so
20. … found out who your friends are: kind of?? i guess??
21. … kissed someone on your facebook list: nope
GENERAL
22. how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: uhh most of them i think? i don’t use facebook i don’t know
23. do you have any pets: a dog!! named shadow!! my boy!!
24. do you want to change your name: honestly? a little bit, yeah
25. what did you do for your last birthday: went to class like,,,all day
26. what time did you wake up: six-ish
27. what were you doing at midnight last night: reading oedipus
28. name something you can’t wait for: to move out
29. ??? there is no 29
30. ……. no 30 either
31. what are you listening to right now: i’ll cry by juanita stein
32. have you ever talked to a person named tom: my grandpa went by tom so yeah
33. something that is getting on your nerves: it’s been weeks since i finished writing anything
34. most visited website: uh tumblr probably
35. hair color: currently purple, naturally brown
36. long or short hair: short
37. ??? she’s gone
38. ……. not here either
39. piercings: just my ears as far as i’m aware
40. blood type: you say that like i know
41. nicknames: em
42. relationship status: v single
43. zodiac: taurus
44. pronouns: she/her
45. favorite tv show: b99 probably
46. tattoos: currently none, i’ve got several that i want
47. right or left-handed
48. surgery: i had ligaments replaced in my knee when i was like. 14? that i immediately ruined when i blew out my knee again six months later lmao
49. piercings: ?? already answered
50. sport: i’m. not a sports person i don’t know
51. vacation: honestly anywhere. everywhere. not here
52. pair of trainers: i don’t know?? what this is asking?? favorite pair?? white nikes i don’t know
MORE GENERAL
53. eating: as in what am i eating right now? sour patch kids
54. fave drink: strawberry milk
55. what you’re up to: uhh gotta work on this fic before it kills me
56. waiting for: someone to lend me a damn calculator for chemistry
57. what do i want: honestly could go for some hot chocolate rn
58. do you ever want to get married: i mean if it happens it happens it’s not like. Super Important to me
59. career: the dream would be working in like. editing. or writing
WHICH IS BETTER
60. hugs or kisses?
61. lips or eyes?
62. shorter or taller?
63. older or younger? i?? am gonna keep this crossed out i don’t know what
64. nice arms or nice stomach? i guess??
65. hook up or relationship?
66. troublemaker or hesitant?
HAVE YOU EVER… (PT.2)
67. … kissed a stranger: nope
68. … drank hard liquor: no
69. … lost glasses/contact lenses: sometimes i knock my glasses off my desk by accident and spend a good five minutes trying to find them on the floor without getting out of bed
70. … turned someone down: yes and it was miserable
71. … sex on the first day: consider: no sex ever thx
72. … broken someone’s heart: not that i’m aware of
73. … had your heart broken: uh yes
74. … been arrested: no
75. … cried when someone died: yes
76. … fallen for a friend: nope
DO YOU BELIEVE IN…
77. … yourself: meh
78. … miracles: maybe?
79. … love at first sight: ehhhh not really
80. … santa claus: no?
81. … kiss on the first date: for me, no
82. … angels: maybe
OTHER
83. current best friend’s name: lori
84. eye color: greenish greyish i don’t know..ish
85. favorite movie: chicago
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