#<- me the second i leave my uni campus

[katt1281]

Skilltober #6 : Visual Calculus

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everything i didn't say

feat: college au, frat boy touya x fem!reader (she pronoun is used)

warnings: drinking (3rd year of uni so everyone is of age), language, heavy suggestive bits (slight nsfw), angst if you squint (miscommuncation and emotional constipation yay)

cache notes: 6k read so buckle in motherfuckers. happy birthday to the love of my life and my favorite man in the whole word <3

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touya was an idiot for falling in love with you. 

you have him wrapped around your finger and you aren’t even aware of it. he didn’t know when these feelings developed, but months ago he realized that the thought of you getting intimate with someone other than him made him want to put a hole in the wall. it was a rough revelation on his conscious, and an even heavier one on his heart. 

because truthfully? the two of you were friends. close friends. best friends. 

he met you during the first few days of freshman orientation– you weren’t talking to anyone nor were you making an effort to, and touya was bored and didn’t find anyone interesting enough to sit down with. all it took was one clever and witty line to win you over (and an offer to sneak out and smoke a joint when the upperclassmen weren’t looking) and the rest was history. 

the two of you did everything together. you were inseparable. any party that the two of you attended you were attached to his hip and vice versa. he was a part of you as you were of him. 

as the years went on, touya and yourself had gotten more… affectionate with one another. you were never afraid to flirt openly with him– he returned it, actually– and touya was not scared to sling an arm around your shoulders or even your waist if he was intoxicated enough. 

it was just how the two of you were. 

even currently, you’re teasing him as he follows you to your dorm room. he’s got his dab pen perched between his pointer finger and thumb, taking rips occasionally as he takes lazy strides behind you. the straps of his bag are loosened all the way, so it hangs low on his back and makes him slouch when wears it. 

“why are you even following me right now?” your head tilts back to look at him. your tone is clearly playful, and if that wasn’t enough; the smirk stretching on your lips was another clear sign. “your dorm is on the other side of campus.” 

touya grunts. there’s a dull itch in the back of his head as he tries not to think about how attractive that grin of yours is. “‘m bored and your company isn’t as bad as i make it seem.” his head turns to the side and his tone lowers to a grumble. “plus i like the view.”

you continue forward, a laugh bubbling from your chest. “ouh,” your voice drawls, dripping with ridicule. “the touya todoroki likes my company? i’m so honored.” 

he scoffs in response, bringing the pen to his lips and takes a good four second rip. he holds in the vapors for a couple more seconds, speaking through the exhale as smoke curls around his cheeks. “i take it back,” his lip curls with mock irritation. “you’re annoying and infuriating and insufferable and–”

he cuts himself off. comes to a complete stop behind you, and it’s involuntary what comes out of his mouth next. 

“gorgeous too.” 

your eyes roll just the slightest bit. “flirt,” you call over your shoulder– but he decides not to comment on it. 

by now the two of you are standing in front of the steps to your dorm building– touya doesn’t remember the majority of the walk there. he was more focused on how the color of your hair matches so well with the palette of the scene outside– it’s fall weather, so the trees look stunning around campus– and how you’d always step on the crunchiest of leaves. touya doesn’t know how you do it every time. maybe you have some special, niche and useless talent. 

but he finds it endearing and it makes his chest twist. 

he watches you take the first step towards the building, his heart stuttering when you choose to tilt towards him. when you’re this close, touya can see the different colored specks in your eyes, the pale dusting of freckles that have faded along your nose. when you’re this close, touya hopes you can’t hear how his breath hitches at the proximity or the roar of his heartbeat in his throat. 

“i’ve got a paper to write,” you murmur, the teasing smirk you were wearing now fading to a fond grin. your eyes roam the length of him, taking in the fact that even though it’s somewhat chilly out; he’s in the thinnest hoodie from his wardrobe and yours is thick enough to rival the michelin man. 

touya hates how his heart falls at your words. his eyes fall downwards, his tone almost brooding in a way. “already ditching me for some damn paper?” his words are light and teasing, his expression is not. “you’re breaking my heart.”

“you,” touya’s brain spins as you lean in even closer when you speak, your tone dropping an octave. your finger reaches out and hooks underneath his chin and touya’s brain lags when you pull him ever so slightly closer. “are too much of a distraction.” 

fuck. fuck. fuck. 

touya freezes. his eyes are laser focused on yours, and he’s pretty sure his lungs have checked out from his body entirely. 

this teasing is normal between the two of you. the both of you are always this affectionate. he curses the day his brain subtly switched from finding this kind of banter amusing to making him want to kiss the everloving shit out of you. 

somehow, he forces himself to speak. his voice is shaky, quieter than normal. “am i, now?”

he hates that he’s close enough to see how your canine digs into the plump flesh of your lower lip. the color of the skin changes due to the light pressure you put on it. he barely registers how your thumb drags along his lower lip before your hand retracts from his chin. 

“yeah, you are.”

touya knows he’s fucked– completely and utterly screwed when you use that tone. you don’t even know that you have him wrapped tight, and at this point he’s too embarrassed to confess it either. 

“you’re teasing me and you know it,” touya murmurs, his voice bordering the line from flustered and frustrated. 

your head tilts. of course you are. it’s your favorite game to play with him, to see who backs down first. usually it’s yourself– you’re always a sucker for touya’s intimidating and soft dominating aura– so it’s a small, but not unwelcome surprise that he’s waving the flag right now. the corner of your mouth curls and you lean in once again, your finger pushes into the plane of his chest where you know his favorite dogtags rest. 

“i’ll text you after i’m done, yeah?” the smirk grows wider when you feel touya’s lithe fingers wrap around your wrist, tugging you closer. “we could grab dinner at the dining hall… or hit up that frat party…”

you’re evil, touya’s thinking to himself. so fucking evil. your lips have just barely grazed his with that offer, and despite how soft and gentle your voice sounded; a shudder ran down his spine. he always imagines this tone of yours well and late into the night, whispered into his ear as the two of you settle into his mattress–

touya wants to kiss you so bad. 

it’d be so easy too.  all he has to do is lean forward ever so slightly and his lips would be flush against yours and the two of you wouldn’t be playing this stupid cat and mouse game anymore. it would cross a line, yes; he’s aware of that, but he’s tired. he wants to give in so fucking badly. 

but all he can do is stutter in response. “yeah, that sounds good.” 

your finger travels up the firm expanse of his chest before curling under his chin again. at this point, you’re taunting him to cross the line. your lips are so close to his that they are dancing that dangerous edge of making contact with his own. 

“i’ll text you,” you murmur, your eyes bounce between his lips to his sharp sapphire gaze. 

his hand tightens ever so slightly around your wrist, head tilting as his eyes roam your features intently. “fucking cock tease,” touya mutters before he can even think about the words coming out of his mouth. 

that makes a laugh bubble straight from your chest. it stings in ways that touya doesn’t like, his expression melting to a small scowl. you act like this is a harmless game– it is, to you– and that only causes touya’s chest to squeeze tighter. you would not be treating him like some toy if you knew there was something deeper than what touya let on. “lewd,” you reply, your tone light. “cock tease, really?”

touya let out the smallest breath he would allow himself to take and lifts his other hand to grasp your chin. his touch is gentle, but firm– it keeps you locked in place. the pads of his fingers are warm, calloused; you wonder if he’s picked up the guitar again in the times that you don’t spend with him. “stop teasing me,” he practically hisses, “just kiss me already.”

would touya believe you if you told him you’ve been wanting to since second semester of freshman year? probably not. he prides himself in being observant, but he’s oblivious to certain signs when it comes from you. 

“you’re so demanding,” you giggle. to him, the noise is soft, low, alluring– teasing– it makes him grit his teeth. but to you, it’s a way to satiate the bundle of nerves that had been festering in your gut the moment you leaned in. 

touya is so close to tasting you. he can feel your lips part against his, ghosting over his own in some sick way of further testing his patience. he can feel the warmth of your breath mixing with his, causing his eyelids to flit shut. 

and then his phone rings. 

and you pull away. 

he’s so stunned from the whiplash that all he can do is stand and watch you bound up the steps toward your dorm building, waving your fingers in that stupid little flirty wave you do. touya finds new swears as his phone continues to ring in his back pocket, but his eyes do not leave your form until you’re passing through the front door. you call out a final time that you’ll text him, and all he can do is produce a weak wave in response. 

-

touya’s never really put much effort into how he’s dressed before. he knows he’s somewhat decent looking– i mean, you do sound genuine enough when you flirt with him, that has to count for something, right? but he decided normal attire isn’t going to cut it tonight. he wants to impress you. make you come crawling to him and hang onto him like always do when you drink. 

he changed his outfit four times before ringing the dumb blonde he calls his friend– keigo always had better style than him surprisingly– which led to the discussion on why touya was so hellbent on looking good for the night. “you’re gonna ditch us for your little secret girlfriend, aren’t you, ‘roki?” 

touya’s lip curls at the nickname but doesn’t correct him on it. keigo uses it regardless of the hundreds of times touya has told him he hated it. “we aren’t dating, you know that,” he scoffs. there’s a twinge inside of him that soars at the idea of you being his girlfriend. 

“right, right,” keigo muses on the other side of the phone. “you aren’t official,” and at touya’s scoff in response; keigo argues back, “what? you go see her every day, you bring her little gifts, take her out to lunch… i’d say that’s some boyfriend level behavior right there, touya.” 

touya is thankful that he cut the videochat a while back ago. a flush creeps up his neck and he curses internally. “you’re the worst,” he mutters, chewing at the inside of his cheek. 

keigo laughs. “i’m right, aren’t i? you definitely like her.” 

touya wanted to snap back and say he didn’t, but it’s not that he wanted to deny it. he’d been pining over you for almost two and a half years now, is it really honest to boil all of that down to a simple… like? touya has to be honest with himself. he loves you. 

the revelation makes him want to vomit and throw his fist into the wall. 

keigo continues to ramble on. “why don’t you just make it official at this point?”

he scoffs in response to that. “it’s complicated.” 

“what, is this highschool?” keigo laughs. he sounds mocking and condescending, but touya knows he’s right. “how is it complicated? you’ve known her for years. she likes you too, idiot. pretty sure she’s just waiting for you to ask her out at this point.” 

it feels like keigo is giving him false hope. he wants to believe that your flirting is a genuine show, that you’re taunting him into taking the first step into new territory. he wants to believe that if he does take that first step that you’ll be by his side the further he dives in. he wants to believe it. he craves it. 

“she is coming tonight, isn’t she?” keigo presses. there’s shuffling noises from his side of the phone, it sounds like he’s also in the process of getting ready as well.

you had texted him a bit ago, letting him know when you finished your paper– as promised – and he had offered an invitation to the party tonight. it was an open event, he didn’t need to invite you— but it felt so much more intimate and personal when he asked you to come himself. he practically leapt out of bed when he got your confirmation, as embarrassing as it is to admit that to himself. 

“yeah,” touya assures quietly, “she is.”

keigo responds with a click of his tongue, a low chuckle echoing out through touya’s receiver. “that explains it,” he muses, “explains it a lot.” 

touya fiddles with the chain at his hip– a pick from keigo that he went along with just for the hell of it. he had nagged at the blonde for helping him choose an outfit that looked a bit darker than his normal attire (touya wasn’t trying to go for the emo look) but he does look good. with his hair hanging past his ears and the dogtags around his neck, he still has the touches that make it distinctly him– but he clearly looks like he put in effort. 

“explains what?” touya’s lips purse. 

“you actually called me for advice,” keigo laughs in response. “you are clearly trying to score tonight.” 

touya doesn’t know if he should be embarrassed or not that keigo calls him out on it. 

-

from the looks of it, you like touya’s choice in clothing. you haven’t said a word to him, but he can feel the lingering stares– he knows you can feel his eyes on you as well. the two of you haven’t been subtle about it at all. it’s getting to the point that keigo rolls his eyes, nudging touya’s leg with his foot with a scoff. “quit eye-fucking her already.” 

touya scowls at that comment and swats at the blonde’s chest. he’s nicely faded at the moment, a couple drinks deep and he’s been taking healthy hits of the dab pen he brought with him– for confidence or comfort, he’s not sure what for quite yet. his body feels warm and heavy and light all at the same time. 

in the back of his mind, touya is itching to dance with you. 

he keeps stealing glances. you look so carefree, so happy and relaxed– though part of it is most likely due to the alcohol. your cheeks have a subtle flush to them, a rosy pink that’s visible to him even under the dim house lights. the more you move around, the more sweat clings to your skin and to the fabric of your clothes; it makes the loose strands of your hair stick to your forehead and causes blood to run south in touya’s body. 

he takes several gulps of his beer to calm down. it does not help at all. 

he manages to catch you later in the night. he’s on his way back from the kitchen, a fresh cup of whatever mixture keigo and rumi convinced him to drink– it’s fruity and sweet, its a drink you would like more than him– when he catches you leaning against the wall that overlooks the rest of the larger room where a crowd has formed in front of the mock dj stand. 

touya’s chest squeezes at the sight of you. even from behind, you look stunning– your ass looks amazing in those jeans you’re wearing, but he tries to ignore that– and he struggles to keep his eyes off of you. maybe it’s the intoxication, maybe it’s both making the emotions and feelings rush to the surface so suddenly. 

he slides up next to you, a comfortable but intimate distance between your shoulder and the plane of his chest. touya’s a couple inches taller, tall enough that he can peer over and see just how much is left in your cup. he nudges your shoulder gently, soft enough as to not startle you– you get extremely jumpy the more you drink. 

your head tilts and a lazy smile spreads onto your lips when you register his warmth beside you. “hey,” your voice is low, slurred and incredibly affectionate paired with the way your eyes immediately lock onto his. if touya were sober he would’ve frozen like a deer in headlights at the sight of you. 

but touya is comfortably drunk. comfortable and confident– even if that confidence is a front. his chest still feels tight and his hands shake a little, but if you bring it up he can just blame it on the alcohol. 

“havin’ fun?” he asks, leaning in a bit so you could hear him over the music. you nod slowly, your lips never parting to speak but touya knows you’re feeling good. he juts his chin toward the cup in your hand, “what’cha drinkin’ sweetheart?”

his heart flips at the immediate smile the petname pulls onto your lips. “jack ‘n coke,” you mumble, holding the cup out towards him. the smirk on his lips falters just the slightest bit when the two of you swap cups. you’re drinking his usual. and he’s drinking something you would usually drink. 

touya takes a sip from your cup and immediately feels the familiar burn of whiskey climb down his throat and settle into the bottom of his stomach. he knows you don’t like whiskey. dark liquor makes you do strange things, he remembers. that’s why you stick to clear alcohol, the cocktails and fruitier flavored drinks. 

but instead of you doing something odd, it’s touya. your attention is back on the crowd when he opens his mouth. “how come we’ve never hooked up?”

touya doesn’t register the words until you’re practically spitting your drink out into your hand with a baffled expression. “touya!”

his eyes are wide, and he can’t help the little tingle that runs down his spine at the way you say his name. he coughs a little, trying to ease the awkwardness as best he can. “you can’t tell me you haven’t thought about it at least once.”

“have you?”

his heart is in his throat. yes i have, he wants to confess, multiple times. i think about you in my bed almost every night, and not just being naked and panting after i’m done with you, but just laying next to me while we listen to my noisy ass neighbors as we try to fall asleep. i think about holding you in the middle of the night to keep warm because my heat sucks in my dorm room.  i think about telling you i love you while holding you under the blankets you always steal from me when you come over to hang out. 

instead, he does something even ballsier. “c’mere,” he murmurs, tugging on your wrist. he doesn’t expect you to follow him, considering he just implied sleeping together but when he looks over his shoulder you are trailing behind him, peeking at your feet as you walk as if you don’t trust your footing at all. he remembers you hide your soberness well when you’re still. 

in a swift movement, he tugs you to the left; towards a bathroom that’s hardly ever used. your vision goes fuzzy with the sudden jolt, but touya’s hands are there on your hips before you stumble over completely, which gives him the perfect opportunity to place you ontop of the sink countertop. his hand is firm as he lets it rest on your thigh, leaning over to flip the lock on the bathroom door. 

that sound has a sobering effect on your conscious. “touya–” you suddenly blurt out, your nerves clenching tight in your gut and a heavier flush spreading along your cheeks. “i don’t want to hook up–”

you see touya tense visibly in front of you. his fingers twitch along your thigh, and his head doesn’t lift for a couple of moments. 

you realize how it sounds, after following him to a secluded area when he challenged the idea of you two getting more intimate. it sounds bad. your hands slap over your face, covering the rosy tint that has spread to the rest of your face with an anguished cry. “that’s not what i mean! not like that– i just–”

touya snorts in response. he can’t help it really, seeing you rattled when you’re normally so calm and collected around him forces a laugh to bubble from his chest. “why are you so flustered right now?” he teases, feeling a small flow of confidence enter his bloodstream. his hands glide along your thighs until they rest comfortably on your hips. “we’re just in a bathroom.”

“i panicked,” you whine a little. your hands lower so your eyes could meet his. your lower lip juts out and touya’s smirk grows wider. “don’t laugh at me.”

“i can’t help it,” he chuckles, the sound low and it vibrates down to your chest. “it’s too cute seeing you all shaken.” his thumbs dig into your sides as he leans in, caging you on top of the sink with his arms. “what’re you panicking for?” he murmurs, his tone gentle and surprisingly soothing given the shit-eating grin on his lips. he lifts a hand and brushes a strand of hair behind your ear.

“i thought we were…” your voice trails off, but your eyes are locked onto his. touya’s being bold, strangely affectionate– for him, that is– and it causes something to settle in the bottom of your gut. his hand lingers around your jaw, so you take it as a green flag to lift your own palms to his chest, feeling the fabric of his shirt with shaky fingertips. “i didn’t want to… do something… stupid. to us.” 

oh. 

touya feels that confidence in his bones get ripped straight from under his skin. his heart skips a beat and his eyes flicker from your own to your lips. “what do you mean, ‘something stupid’?” 

he thought he would be more prepared if this conversation were to ever happen. hell– he thought he’d be sober when you two finally delved into what exactly the two of you were. he hopes you can’t feel how fast his heart rate is behind his ribcage. 

“do you think we’d mess up our friendship if we… did do something?”

you head nods almost automatically– albeit slowly, due to your foggy brain due to the alcohol– and something in touya’s expression falls. its subtle, but you know touya. you saw it even through the swimming lines in your vision. 

your teeth catch onto your lower lip, a nervous habit that you have never been able to break. touya’s hand lifts and cups your jaw, his thumb brushing over your lip. “stop biting.”

the action and command sends a shiver down your spine. your lips press together and you try hard to resist the urge to continue chewing on your lip. “touya…” his name is a barely audible mumble coming out of your mouth, your eyes stay locked on his. 

you barely hear the hum that echoes out of his chest. you can’t get over how… softly he’s looking at you. you’ve known touya todoroki for all of three years– since freshman year of uni– he’s never looked at you like this before. it’s different from the usual looks he gives you when it’s just the two of you, different from when it’s those late nights out at the park when he actually shares a blunt with you. he looks at you like you’ve hung the moon– like you’re the stars and he’s witnessing them for the first time. 

that aloof facade is breaking more and more the longer your eyes don’t stray apart from one another. “why are you so nervous?” you don’t have to dig deeper to know he’s not just talking about having sex with you. he’s talking about the relationship. 

“pretty sure i’m in love with you,” your voice is a whisper, barely audible. your head leans in and your forehead rests against his and his nose is warm against your own. you can smell the sweetness of the drink he shared with you on his breath and it’s intoxicating enough to make your eyes flutter shut to say the least. you loved sweet drinks. “i– i think i love you– i…” 

for touya, the world stops. the noise of the party fades, he doesn’t even hear the roar of his blood pumping in his ears. his hands tighten their hold on your hips, tugging you ever so slightly closer towards him and he closes the distance between your lips. 

his hands slide under your shirt, resting on your bare waist and the small of your back, his touch searing against the chilliness of your skin. he pours so much emotion into this kiss, saying the words he’s been too afraid of saying for months now with the touch of his mouth against yours. he can feel the blood pumping again when he feels your arms sling around his neck, returning the kiss just as eagerly. 

it’s as if simultaneously the both of you have said; no more teasing, no more games– no more playing around. 

touya groans as he feels you melt against him, the sigh you let out against his mouth probably the hottest thing he’s witnessed from you. he needs more. he’s allowed to be greedy now– he’s waited long enough. 

one of his hands leaves your waist to tangle into your hair, tugging and smirking at the soft gasp it elicits from your mouth. it angles your head back and he takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss further. 

“does this mean,” you’re mumbling against his mouth and touya wishes you’d stop talking so he could focus on just kissing you– “that you… you–” your hands delve into his hair, unable to finish the sentence. you try to speak, but everytime you find an opening to say words, his hands or lips move in a way that make your knees weak. 

“if you can’t finish the damn sentence, i’ll do it,” he speaks through kisses, his hands roaming your skin under your shirt. “yeah, i love you too. obviously.” 

you’re impatient by now, tugging the front of his shirt as you huff against his lips. your hands slide down his shoulders to his back, digging your nails into his skin just enough to where it bites and feels good. “we’re gonna talk about this more when we’re both sober.”

“you’re so cruel,” he grumbles against your mouth, groaning at the sting from your nails. he pushes further into you, catching your lower lip and biting it. he lifts a hand and moves it to rest at the base of your throat, his fingers splaying across your collarbone. 

the action causes a gasp to leave you. your eyes flutter and he takes the chance slip his tongue into your mouth, humming when yours moves against his. “i don’t want to forget if you drunkenly ask me on a date right now,” you mutter against his mouth. 

the kisses are growing more heated, more insistent. your legs spread more involuntarily to accommodate his body in between them and touya doesn’t need to be told twice before he settles in between them. he keeps a hand firm on your thigh and the other at the base of your neck, continuing to angle your head back. 

“you’re cruel,” he repeats, breathless as he continues to kiss you. “you’d really deny your poor drunken boyfriend a date?”

if the bathroom door shutting didn’t fully sober you up, the word ‘boyfriend’ coming from touya’s mouth certainly finished the job. it short-circuits your brain– causing you to pause and dig your nails in sharply to the skin of his lower back. you let out a shaky exhale that’s easily swallowed by his mouth, your eyes roll backwards from his touch. “no– no, not denying–”

that’s when touya pulls away. there’s a satisfied chuckle that starts in his chest and rumbles past his lips– clearly he used that word on purpose. a cocky smirk spreads onto his lips for a split second before he leans in, pressing a lingering kiss to your jaw. “then go on a date with me,” he mumbles against your skin. “a proper date, not that stupid ‘hanging out’ bullshit we always do.”

your breath hitches at his tone and the feeling of his lips. “where are you gonna take me?” you ask coyly, your hands dip to his waistline, grazing along the button of his jeans and tugging. 

it’s a dirty trick to distract him. 

it works, but it also doesn’t. his head drops to watch you tug at his jeans and a strangled groan leaves his mouth. when he lifts his head his eyes are shut so tight you think the skin around them has gone white and his teeth are digging into his lower lip. he’s trying very hard to hold himself together. 

“we’re gonna go out for dinner,” he starts, his voice low and strained. “somewhere nice and fancy. then we’re gonna go for a walk–”

“a walk?” your eyebrow lifts, skeptical but when touya shoots you a sharp glare you shrink back ever so slightly with a small, awkward giggle. 

“a walk. a nice, long walk where i can put my arm around you without you running off before i can.”

his statement makes you swallow a lump that’s formed almost too quickly in your throat. your heart beats wildly, jackhammering against your ribcage it’s a wonder he can’t hear it or even see it bouncing against your chest. “‘m not gonna run this time,” you find yourself whispering. 

your nose brushes against his when you lean in once more and you press a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth. you pop the button on his jeans without another word and touya melts. the sound that leaves his mouth is a mix of a sigh and moan but it’s so low and hot it sends scorching sparks down your spine. your breath stutters in your throat the noise. 

“jesus christ,” he hisses, but there’s no venom to it. his hands latch around your thighs and he tugs you closer towards him. being this close to him, you can feel the way his jeans strain against his body now that you’ve unbuttoned them and the heat is sweltering between the lower half of your bodies. he grips your thighs even tighter, his thumbs bruising into the flesh. “when i said ‘dinner and a walk’, i did not mean ‘dinner and a quickie in the bathroom of a frat party’.” 

his voice shakes ever so slightly and it causes the corner of your mouth to lift. “tell me to stop,” you mumble, your breathing heavy against his jaw. you litter the skin with heated kisses, your fingers hesitant as they inch the fabric of his jeans down his hips agonizingly slow. “we can go to dinner and a walk tomorrow after we wake up–”

one of his hands grips the sink next to your thighs, his knuckles are white. he knows he shouldn’t push farther with you– even if it’s something the both of you want. but both of you are drunk, so fucking drunk and in the bathroom of a frat party for fucks sake and he was hoping his first time with you would be so much more intimate and special– “damn you,” he whispers, letting out a shaky exhale. “stop. stop.” 

it takes a hell of a lot of restraint to pull away from him. 

but you do. you withdrawal your hands, letting them hover around his hips before the settle onto the sink on either side of your hips. one hand clasps over touya’s and you give him a reassuring squeeze– trying to say the words you can’t voice at the moment. 

a breathless ‘fuck’ falls from touya’s mouth the moment you pull away. his cerulean gaze finds yours again– studying your expression for several beats of silence before he steps closer again. “you don’t know how hard it was to have to tell you to stop,” he grouses, using a hand to yank his jeans back over his hips, securing the button clumsily. his chest rises and falls with uneven breaths. “you better hope noone finds out we’re in a bathroom together. we’re never gonna hear the end of it if they do. especially if they find out we did anything.”

your cheeks burn a little at touya’s rambling. “what,” you scoff, playing it off as a laugh, though your eyes refuse to meet his. “embarrassed to get caught in here with me?” 

touya mocks your scoff in return. he can’t help the sass in his response, not caring about how it comes out of his mouth. “more embarrassed to get caught in you,” he muttered, lifting a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. “do you know how embarrassing that would be?” 

Your eyebrow lifts. Your head tilts, expression almost incredulous. “haven’t you hooked up with girls at parties before?” your eyes scan his expression, eyes narrowing into a glare almost. “what’s so embarrassing about me?”

shit. 

touya’s words get caught in his throat. his heart feels like it’s leapt out of his chest and is doing freestyle dance moves on your lap just to taunt him. he feels like an idiot, he sounds like an idiot. he knows just from your expression. 

“it’s… it’s different,” he says after an awkward bout of silence. “you’re you.”

i’ve been crushing on you since freshman year, and i don’t want to get caught in here and people assuming that i’m taking advantage of you because we’re both drunk–

your tongue presses between your lips and your eyes finally meet his. a single finger of yours reaches out, tugging the hem of his shirt to pull him closer and touya follows willingly. he’s close enough that your faces are inches apart again, your nose knocking against his and lips brushing against his with each word. “what’s that supposed to mean?” you murmur lowly. 

he swallows visibly. he takes a minute to take in your features– to really look at you. your eyes are still the same shade, but they have a glaze from the alcohol. it makes you look softer– more vulnerable. a side he sees every so often, but he knows the sober sight of this side is something you save just for him. your cheeks have a specific shade of pink when you blush. 

“it means you’re not just some girl,” he eventually mumbles. “a random girl that i can go and hook up with at a party and just forget about.”

there’s a tense silence between the two of you as you mull over his words. your eyes flick over his lips– swollen and wet from your kisses– before they meet his eyes, swallowing the lump that forms in your throat. “what am i to you?” you ask, your voice low and it’s the first time touya’s heard you be completely serious the entire night. “and don’t just say i’m different or your… girlfriend, touya– what are we?”

touya’s always loved the way you say his name. your voice is so soft, so light and tender, like you’re breathing out clouds or something. his breath stutters and his jaw clenches, tight and tense. his hands find your waist again, and when his eyes find yours he hates just how weak he is for you. how fast and easy you can get him to crumble with just a look. “you’re trying to get me to say something.” 

“i said i loved you, touya,” your head tilts back in exasperation. the grumble that leaves your mouth is irritated and strained and your head tilts away from him to avoid the kiss he so desperately wants to press to your lips. your eyes shut and you mumble; “of course i’m trying to get you to say something.”

touya’s shoulders dip forward a bit when he hears the aggravation in your tone. “i said it back,” he retorts quickly, defensive. “i said i loved you too, do you not believe me?”

his eyes are sharp as they scan over your expression– trying to determine what exactly is going through your brain at the moment. he knows you’re still intoxicated, hell– he is too– but he can’t help but feel like he’s trying to break through a wall that truly doesn’t exist. 

“why is it so hard to put a label on what we are then?” for the first time in a while since the two of you have met, this is the longest the two of you have held direct eye contact. touya’s eyes are still piercing, still intimidating, but they don’t scare you as much anymore. 

for a few moments, the two of you stare at each other. touya can’t help but admire you, since he’s already so close. he still thinks you’re beautiful as the day he met you, and you can’t help but scan the slope of his nose or the curve of his lips. 

when was the last time the two of you truly looked at each other?

“what do you want me to say?” touya speaks after a couple more beats of silence. his brows pinch together. “that… you’re my girlfriend?”

you can see how he hesitates with the word. it’s not that he didn’t want to say it, but it feels weird on his tongue. he’s never really had a dating life the entire time you’ve known him at uni, so you assume he’s rarely ever used the word. it’s not a word he thought he would be saying. girlfriend. “is that what you want?” his tone drops an octave, softer– he leans in to press a kiss to your lips and you don’t pull away from it. 

“i just want to be yours,” you sigh against his mouth. 

he lets his lips linger on yours for a couple more moments, stealing a few more kisses with gentle hums. his breath is steady and warm against your lips, your words make his chest twist and he doesn’t try to hide how it makes his heart skip. “you’ve always been mine. since freshman year.” his hands travel from your hips to rest at your sides. his touch is tender, his skin warm through the fabric of your clothes and you can’t help the wide smile that spreads onto your lips. 

you’re his. you’ve always been his. even without knowing it. 

“it’s not like i’m good at this relationship crap,” he adds after a moment. his eyes flit between yours and you can see the slightest bit of hesitation behind them. “there’s a lot of things i’ve never done before… but you already know that.”

you do. you know touya like the back of your hand, just like he does you. 

“there’s things even i don’t know how to do,” you mumble back in reassurance. it’s your turn to steal a kiss from his lips, your skin is soft against his. “but i want to learn them. with you.” 

touya melts willingly against your lips. he doesn’t hide it anymore. he loves how soft and addicting your lips are and how gentle the pressure of your mouth is against his own. he returns your peck, brushing past your mouth to press an affectionate kiss to your cheek. “anything you wanna do, i’ll be right there with you.” 

you blush like a fucking school-girl at that. the feeling is so refreshing, the softness from touya is something unexpected but is oh so welcome. 

a small chuckle leaves your mouth, your eyes dropping from his and taking in the scene around you. “so…” 

touya is already a couple steps ahead of you. “cuddle at my place?” when you laugh in response, touya doesn’t hide the wide smile that spreads across his mouth. 

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[gpcwsl]

Requesting Leah being a teacher after her retirement from football and falls for student in uni

Warnings: teacher and student, kissing?

Teacher!Leah Williamson x Student!Reader

- Chalk dust and quiet smiles -

MasterList

Leah Williamson thought her life’s biggest thrill had been lifting the Women’s Euros trophy in front of a roaring crowd. She had retired from professional football at 34, after a string of injuries forced her to hang up her boots for good. Retirement wasn’t easy, but she found solace in books, academia, and her love for teaching.

Now 36, Leah stood at the front of a lecture hall at the University of Manchester, her blonde hair neatly tied back, glasses perched on her nose as she prepared for the lecture. She had just started her second year as a lecturer in sports psychology, helping students navigate the mental challenges of competitive sports.

Among the faces in the crowd was you. You were a postgraduate student pursuing a Master’s in Sports Science, eager to soak up the knowledge Leah could offer. Though shy, you found Leah’s teaching style captivating. Her passion, humility, and dedication shone in every word she spoke. But it was the rare moments when she smiled—a soft, almost shy quirk of her lips—that sent butterflies fluttering in your chest.

You had always been punctual, sitting in the middle row of the lecture hall, notebook open and pen poised. Leah noticed this about you early on. She admired students who took their studies seriously, but there was something else about you—your quiet focus, your occasional questions that showed both intelligence and empathy—that caught her attention.

One day, after a particularly intense lecture about the psychological toll of injury on athletes, you stayed behind. Leah had just started packing up her notes when you approached the podium, holding a small book.

“Dr. Williamson,” you said, voice steady despite your nerves, “I thought you might like this. It’s about the psychology of recovery—something you talked about today reminded me of it.”

Leah blinked, taken aback. “Oh, thank you,” she said, taking the book from your outstretched hand. Her fingers brushed yours briefly, and she ignored the way her heart skipped a beat. “I’ll definitely give it a read.”

As you turned to leave, she called after you, “And it’s Leah, by the way. No need for the formalities.”

Over the weeks, your interactions grew. It started with casual conversations after class, then brief emails where you asked for reading recommendations. Leah found herself looking forward to your presence more than she wanted to admit.

One rainy afternoon, you found yourself running into Leah outside the campus coffee shop. She was dressed in a black coat, her glasses fogged from the sudden downpour.

“You’re soaked,” she said, frowning as you entered, dripping onto the tiled floor.

“Forgot my umbrella,” you replied sheepishly.

She hesitated for a moment before motioning toward the counter. “Let me buy you a coffee. You’ll freeze otherwise.”

You protested, but she insisted. The two of you ended up sitting at a corner table, the warm hum of the café creating an intimate bubble.

“You’re not like most lecturers,” you said at one point, stirring your drink.

She raised an eyebrow. “How so?”

“You actually care. It’s not just a job to you.”

Leah’s expression softened. “I guess I’ve always believed that people—students especially—deserve more than just information. They deserve understanding.”

The conversation flowed naturally after that, dipping into her career as a footballer, your own aspirations, and everything in between. By the time you parted ways, Leah realized she was smiling in a way she hadn’t in years.

Leah knew she was treading dangerous waters. She was your lecturer, and there were rules—strict ones—about relationships with students. But she couldn’t ignore the way her heart raced when you entered the room or the way your eyes lit up when you spoke to her.

For your part, you were equally torn. Leah was everything you admired: intelligent, kind, and passionate. But you were acutely aware of the boundaries that separated you.

One evening, after a heated debate in class about performance anxiety, Leah received an email from you. It wasn’t about the lecture, but a tentative invitation to a sports psychology seminar happening off-campus.

“It’s more informal,” you wrote, “and I thought you might enjoy it. If not, no worries!”

Leah stared at the screen for far too long before replying:

“Count me in.”

The sports psychology seminar was held at a small, modern conference center on the edge of town. When Leah arrived, she spotted you almost immediately. You were standing near the entrance, a nervous energy about you as you adjusted the strap of your bag.

“Hey,” Leah said, her voice warm but casual.

You turned, your face lighting up when you saw her. “You came!”

“Of course. It sounded interesting—and I couldn’t say no to my best student,” she teased, her smile making your stomach flip.

Inside, the seminar was informal and engaging, but Leah found herself more distracted than she’d expected. Every time you leaned closer to whisper a comment about the speaker or scribbled something in your notebook, she felt her resolve weakening.

Afterward, you both wandered toward the café across the street. The evening air was crisp, your breath visible in the glow of the streetlights.

“I really appreciated you coming tonight,” you said, glancing at her as you walked. “It’s nice seeing you outside of the lecture hall.”

Leah chuckled, shoving her hands into the pockets of her coat. “It’s different for me too. But I’m glad I came.”

As you sat in the café, the conversation turned personal. You shared how much sports psychology had helped you after a major injury during your amateur football days. Leah, in turn, opened up about her struggles with identity after retiring from football.

“I thought I’d be lost forever,” she admitted, her eyes distant for a moment. “Football was everything to me. But teaching… it gave me purpose again.”

You reached out, your fingers lightly brushing her wrist. “You’re an amazing teacher, Leah. I think everyone in class would agree.”

Her breath caught at the softness in your voice. For a moment, the world around you seemed to fade, and Leah felt an overwhelming urge to close the space between you. But she pulled back, her professional instincts kicking in.

“We should head out,” she said abruptly, breaking the moment.

You nodded, though the disappointment in your eyes didn’t go unnoticed.

The following weeks were a blur of lectures, assignments, and stolen moments. Leah tried to maintain her professionalism, but her feelings for you only grew stronger. You, too, found it harder to focus, every glance from her sending your thoughts spiraling.

One afternoon, Leah called you into her office to discuss your dissertation proposal. The small space felt suffocating as you sat across from her, your heartbeat thundering in your ears.

“This is great work,” Leah said, handing your paper back to you with a faint smile. “You’ve got a real talent for this.”

“Thanks,” you said, hesitating before adding, “I couldn’t have done it without your guidance.”

Leah looked at you, her expression softening. “You’re giving me too much credit.”

There was a pause, the air between you heavy with unspoken words.

“Leah,” you began, your voice barely above a whisper, “I—”

“Don’t,” she interrupted, her tone firm but not unkind. “I can’t… we can’t.”

Your heart sank, but you nodded, understanding the weight of her words.

The turning point came on a rainy evening in early spring. You were working late in the university library when the power flickered and went out. Stuck in the dimly lit building, you decided to wait it out, and to your surprise, Leah walked in, her umbrella dripping water onto the carpet.

“Power’s out everywhere,” she said, spotting you at a table near the window.

“I figured as much,” you replied. “Guess I’m stuck here for a while.”

Leah hesitated before sitting across from you. The two of you talked quietly, the rain pattering against the windows creating a cocoon of intimacy.

“I’ve been trying to ignore this,” Leah admitted suddenly, her voice tinged with frustration. “But it’s impossible.”

You looked at her, your breath catching. “Leah…”

She reached out, her hand brushing yours. “This is dangerous. I could lose everything.”

“But what if it’s worth it?” you asked, your voice trembling with emotion.

Leah’s resolve crumbled. Leaning forward, she pressed her lips to yours, the kiss tentative but filled with months of longing. When she pulled back, her eyes searched yours, a mixture of fear and hope in her gaze.

“We’ll have to be careful,” she murmured, her hand still resting on yours.

You nodded, your heart swelling with a mix of exhilaration and trepidation. “We will.”

The weeks that followed were a delicate dance. You and Leah kept your relationship hidden, careful to maintain professionalism in public while stealing moments of closeness in private.

It wasn’t easy—there were close calls, lingering looks during lectures, and the constant fear of being discovered. But despite the challenges, neither of you could deny the connection you shared.

One evening, as you lay curled up on Leah’s couch, she traced patterns on the back of your hand, her expression thoughtful.

“Do you ever regret this?” you asked quietly, afraid of her answer.

“Never,” she said firmly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You’re worth every risk.”

[coichii]

101 DEGREES FAHRENHEIT ✭

—(🎧)—> when your sick, he always knows just how to take care of you

pairing - bf!minho ♥︎ fem!uni student!reader

genre: sickfic, angst, and comfort

word count: 1.9k

warnings: cursing, unhealthy habits, self deprecating behavior & thoughts.

You grab a sip of your water for what feels like the 1000th time tonight.

Somehow, throughout the day, you had picked up a cold. You knew there was some strain of flu spreading throughout your school, but man this one spread quicker than ever.

There’s no time for that though, especially not with midterms coming up right around the corner. So with heavy eyes and a sore throat that you swear is getting worse within a matter of seconds, you continue studying.

You didn’t live on campus. In fact, you lived in a small apartment with your boyfriend, Minho. It was close enough to both your university and his company, so it worked out perfectly. Not having to deal with pesky, disgusting roommates and getting to live with the love of your life instead was the dream.

The sound of keys ringing and the door cracking open was enough to pull you out of your thoughts. Your lover had just came home.

You smile gently as you hear his quiet footsteps grow ever closer to the door, heart bubbling with same excitement as it had when you first moved in. The feeling never went away, not even a little bit.

“Hi baby.” He says, walking in to your shared bedroom and sitting down on the bed behind you. “Still working this late?”

“Well yeah. Couldn’t sleep.” You reply. You wonder if your voice gave your illness away, because you can see his eye brows furrowing as you speak. “Are you sick y/n?”

“I just came down with it. My throat hurts, that’s all. I may not even be sick.” You try not to worry him, lying as you speak. If you’re being honest, your throat hurts like a bitch. But you know him well enough to know that if he knows how bad your feeling, he’ll focus all his energy on making you feel 110% and push off practically everything else.

He hums in response, eyes still searching yours before he’s moving to stand up. “Let me make you some tea then hmm? that should make you feel better.”

“Are you sure? It’s still super later Minho.” You respond, but you know it’s a loosing battle. He could be stubborn when he needed to be, and he is when it comes to you and your health.

“It’s fine. Besides, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t take care of you. Do you want chamomile?” He asked, not taking no for an answer. You smile as you feel yourself giving in, eyes feeling even more agonizingly heavy.

“Please” you groan out, and he’s leaving to the kitchen. You feel grateful for him as the day and pain catches up to you, finally deciding to close your textbooks and change for the night. Thankfully, you had already showered and brushed your teeth, so there was no worrying about that.

You grab the book you had been reading from your nightstand as you tuck your self into bed, silently waiting for the tea your boyfriend had prepared.

Even though you put up a slight fight about it, you can’t help but enjoy when he treats you like this. You love when he takes care of you, it makes you feel special and loved. It fills you with a special kind of warmth that can’t be described in words. Just pure love.

Just as the pain in your throat felt as if it was getting impossibly worse, your boyfriend came in with a steaming cup of hot chamomile tea, placing it down on the coaster next to you. “It’s really hot so be careful okay? I’m going to go shower now.” He dotes on you, placing a chaste kiss on your cheek.

“Ok, thank you so much baby. I’ll probably be sleep by the time you’re done.” And he hums in response, giving you one last kiss on the cheek before heading to the bathroom, clothes in hand.

The tea does a good job with soothing your throat, the sweet, honey taste dripping down your throat perfectly remedying the itchy, scratchy feeling.

You decide to finally get some shut eye as midnight comes around quicker than you thought, placing your book back on the nightstand and trying to get comfortable.

Key word : Trying

It’s hard, especially with the small cough that creeped its way into your throat all of a sudden. It’s keeping you up, the hacking noise disrupting the peace your body needed to finally fall asleep.

It takes longer than you wish it did, but eventually the tea is able to coax your body into sleep, eyes finally getting the rest they desperately needed.

Moments later, Minho joins you in the bedroom, clad in nothing but breezy pajama pants. Getting into bed with you and snuggling close, he knows you’re asleep, but he can’t help but begin to pepper small kisses upon face and hold you tighter.

“Get better, my love.” He drifts off, falling into sleep alongside you.

And you wish you could say you did.

You woke up smoldering hot but shivering at the same time. You look at your clock, groaning as the bright light amplified the small headache that had spread through your entire face. 10 am. You’re usually up by seven.

You silently say a quick “thank you prayer” that you don’t have classes on Wednesdays. Taking a day off of school during exam season is a whole death wish. But with how things are progressing, you’re not sure if you can even go tomorrow without getting 9-1-1 called.

You open your phone, groaning again as the light messes with your headache, but reading who the message is from still causes a weak smile to take form on your face.

—

new message from “linoo❤️🐰”

linoo❤️🐰: Good morning y/n.

linoo❤️🐰: Are you feeling better?

linoo❤️🐰 : I know you don’t have classes today, so you should take it easy.

linoo❤️🐰 : If you want to call or need me to come over, tell me. You know I won’t mind.

you : hey, I just woke up❤️ im fine though.

he texts back within less than a minute

linoo❤️🐰 : your symptoms are gone?

you : well no… they’re worse. but I’m fine !! i promise

linoo❤️🐰 : you’ll call me if it gets worse right?

you : yes :) I promise

linoo❤️🐰 : okay, have a good day. I love you

you : I love you 2 !!

—

You sigh as you place your phone down, mentally deciding to go take a shower. Surely that’ll fix the headache right?

Your head spins as you get out of bed, the world looking blurry and dizzy with specs of gray. It’s hard to walk.

“How the actual fuck did it get this bad so quickly?” You mumble to yourself, stumbling towards the bathroom and turning on the water.

The steam helps a little bit with the tension in your head and the congestion of your nose, but it’s not doing much. Atleast not as much as you need. Your throat was still burning for some relief, and the dizziness hasn’t stopped either. You’re thinking if it gets any worse, you’re probably going to have to go to the hospital.

The shower itself helps a little bit more with alleviating the pain, the warm water cascading down your skin and warming it up inside. But you can still feel it.

You can still feel the pounding of the headache you swear is forming into a migraine practically tearing your head apart, your throat is still screaming you for something warm, and to make matters worse, you think you’re developing nausea too.

Yup, definitely the flu

The flu never stopped anyone though, and midterms are still right around the corner. So with a dry cough and constant sneeze, you were popping advil, and taking a seat at your desk.

“A little sickness can’t me from doing this” you thought to yourself, but it was much harder than you thought.

Suddenly the sun had already set. The moonlight creeps its way inside through the slits in the blinds, but you hadn’t seemed to notice. You didn’t notice the way your eyes were blurred with unshed tears either. Your mind was absolutely buried in the thought of midterms.

I’m not prepared. Im going to fail. I’m a disappointment. I’m so useless, one fucking cough and I end up like this? I don’t even know why I try anym-

“Y/n!” Minho’s voice cuts through the mess swirling through your brain. You look over to where the voice came from and you swear you can see his face crumble the moment he looks at you.

To be fair, you hadn’t looked in the mirror since you took your shower in the morning, but Minho saw something different. He saw disheveled hair, droopy and tired eyes, beads of sweat drooping down your shivering body, and most importantly, tears.

“You told me you would call me if it got worse.” He bitterly spoke, and you felt that cut right through your heart. “I-It didn’t. I’m fine min-“ but he’s cutting you off immediately.

“You’re not fine y/n. You’re literally crying!” He booms, and you can’t help but feel extremely guilty. “Have you ate today? Or at least took medicine?!”

“Uhm, once at like n-nine. Look min I’m sorry! I’m so sorry for not calling you when I was supposed to. B-but my studying. If I stop, I’m not going to make it. I can’t fail min.”

His expression softens at your admission, eyebrows de-furrowing and eyes being replaced by compassion instead of anger and hurt as he walks closer towards you.

“Baby, you don’t need to push yourself so hard. I get it, I love that you want to study. But baby, is it really worth your life?”

Crack

“I know it means a lot, but so do you and your mental health. You can’t push yourself this hard and expect good results. You need to rest.”

Crack

“I love you so much. I can’t stand seeing you like this. Please let me take care of you okay? That’s all I want to do for you love.”

Shatter

You’re sobbing all of a sudden, burrowing your head in his sweatshirt as tears pour as of your eyes like faucets. It’s making your head hurt more, but you didn’t care. You just needed him.

He let you stay there for a while, he knew you needed it. He shushed the small sorries coming out of your mouth, telling you that you didn’t need to apologize. He only pulled you away when you calmed down completely.

“I’m going to get the thermometer. Stay here, my baby.” and he’s off to grab the thermometer you kept on hand from one of the cabinets in the bathroom, coming back with a concerned look on his face.

He quickly rubbed the thermometer along your forehead, reading out your temperature with a sharp ‘beep!’

“101 degrees.” He sighed. “Baby, if this gets any worse, you’re going to have to go to the hospital.”

Your breath hitches and tears spring to your eyes again, which Minho notices immediately.

“Hey, look at me.” He says, using his pointer finger to make you face him. “I’m not going to let that happen. I’m going to do everything I can to make sure you feel better okay?”

You nod along, resting your body back into his comforting arms as he massages your tense shoulders. He’s whispering small praises as he does this, and you swear you can feel your headache dissipating slowly.

While even though it’s going to be a while before you’re completely better, or even a little bit, you knew with him, it would all be okay.

As long as you have him taking care of you, comforting you, and loving you, you know you’ll be okay.

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[nadvs]

I love love love this new au🥹 coming from a severely stressed Uni student could you write how rafe would take care of her when she’s studying too much barely eating or drinking and just really anxious for exams and stressed out.

aaa thank you angel 🥺 yes of course!! i hope you feel better soon!!

based on this fic

“…practice until five,” she hears.

“sorry, what?” she mumbles to rafe, her stare focused ahead.

her boyfriend gazes at her profile as they sit in his bedroom, watching a show on his flatscreen.

“my schedule next week,” he says. “you asked about it.”

“right,” she says. she meets his concerned blue eyes. “sorry. i was out of it again.”

she can feel herself retreating from reality all the time. finals are only a month away and she keeps catching herself zoning out out of lectures and conversations, spiralling into nerve-racking hypotheticals.

“did you eat today?” he asks.

“um… i think so?” she says.

“you’d remember if you did.”

rafe grabs his phone out from beneath the covers to order takeout. she looks at his screen, his wallpaper the photo of herself in his jersey that she’s seen so many times, and realizes it’s minutes away from eight p.m.

“fuck, it’s eight?” she says, scrambling out of bed. “i was supposed to go home to study like an hour ago.”

she grabs her things, staring at him with wide eyes, confused why he isn’t rushing to leave.

“you can drive me, right?” she asks.

“chill for a second,” he sighs. “what if you skipped it tonight? sleep here.”

“i can’t. i can barely sleep in my own bed,” she says. “i can barely sleep at all. if it’s a hassle to drive me, i can order a-”

“no.” rafe stands, relenting. he knows she’ll just argue if he pushes. “let’s go.”

“are you mad?” she asks.

“no,” he says.

“we don’t bullshit-”

“bullshit each other, i know,” he finishes her sentence. “i’m not mad.”

she trails him out of the room. even though he said he’s not mad, he’s acting like it.

rafe’s hands are tight on the steering wheel as he drives to her college campus through dark, busy streets. his girl’s been in her own world lately. every day, it gets worse.

he knows fighting will just stress her out more. he tries to encourage her to take breaks, but it seems to just make her spiral more.

he gets it. his mind gets tangled up, too. pressure can be a bitch. so, he bites his tongue for her sake. she’s the only person he cares enough to reign in his temper for.

“you’re really not mad?” she asks softly.

“i’m worried,” he admits.

she’s silent, staring out the window.

“it’s just finals,” she says. “i’ll be okay.”

rafe’s not entirely convinced. but he gives her the space she needs and drops her off.

about half an hour later, she gets a text from him that there’s takeout waiting for her downstairs. she can’t manage to eat everything because he sent enough food to feed a whole group of people.

then, he texts her close to midnight to see if she went to bed yet.

she replies: can’t fall asleep.

he texts: i’ll be there soon.

when rafe arrives, he calls her to come downstairs. she tries to climb in the passenger seat, but he tells her to go the back. when she opens the door, she sees that he laid out blankets and a pillow across the backseat.

“what is this?” she asks.

“you said you can’t sleep in your bed. or mine,” he says. “what if i drove around? could you sleep then?”

“are you serious?” she says.

“i’ll park in front of my place when you fall asleep. i’ll stay in the car. just get comfortable, alright?”

she settles in the back, leaning across the seat, following his instructions to still buckle herself in.

“thank you,” she says as he starts to drive. her eyelids are already getting heavy, the steady motion of the car genuinely helping. “sorry i’ve been so stressed out.”

“just sleep, baby,” he says.

“okay,” she whispers.

it works. she dozes off within minutes. he drives around for a while to make sure she’s deep asleep.

after he parks in his driveway, he sprawls out in his seat. this is uncomfortable. he’ll be sore tomorrow. and maybe the next day, which is a game day.

but as he listens to her deep breaths, he doesn’t doubt that she’s worth it. she hasn’t been taking care of herself lately. if he has to do it for her, he will. every time.

[saviorellie]

roommate!abby headcannons.

pairing : abby anderson x reader pov : second person, she/her pronouns warning(s) : none !! just fluff ! college abby obvi ! notes : you know roomie headcannons are my specialty

roommate!abby was randomly selected by your uni

before you guys met, all you knew was her name. you didn’t look her up on instagram or facebook . you kinda just hoped that she was cool

(she was the coolest btw)

roommate!abby is just sooohdshksdhd sweet

she’s tough and nonchalant (and dare i say… a little mean) to everyone else

but she is putty in your hands

she has girls (and… men) falling to her feet around campus but she only has eyes for YOU

as soon as she walks in the door of your dorm, the furrow in her eyebrows goes away

roommate!abby always picks up your favorite food from the dining hall on her way in because she knows you’ll be too tired to go down there after your classes

if you have an 8am and abby doesn’t, she’ll wake up early anyway just so she can see you before you leave for the day

but god forbid you accuse her of having a crush on you???

“i thought you didn’t have an 8am class?” “i don’t i just have uh an um and uh [some bullshit reason]” “… right”

roommate!abby’s love language is acts of service 100%

from buying you dinner or remembering to put the ice tray back in the freezer because she knows you won’t drink water if there’s not ice in it

“do you wanna watch a movie with me?” is her favorite line

i feel like abby is alwayssss cold

she thinks it’s funny to put her cold on hands on the back of you neck or your face if you’re sitting on the couch together

or she’ll be like “ my hands are so cold

roommate!abby is soooooo obsessed with yousdjfdjfsdf

if you’re feeling sick, she is ready with ibuprofen or cold medicine and a warm bath on standby

if you’ve gone shopping, she basically begs for a try on haul and then forgets to breath when you show her

abby anderson kinesiology major (i’m right)

roommate!abby hatessss a party

she would much much much rather just spend the night getting boxed wine drunk with you in your little apartment :’(

she’s an affectionate drunk :’(((((

she has had to stop herself for confessing her love to you while wine drunk so many times

roommate!abby would 100% give you the sweetest little nicknames (she likes watching you blush)

"sweet girl" and "pretty girl" and "my star" when she's proud of you :,)))))

she lovessss putting "my" in front of a nickname, it's as close as she'll get to asking you out

she's sooksjdksj sweet :,((((((

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satosugu | when the sun's upset and the moon lose its light

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— just Suguru being confused because his roommate kisses him on the cheek as his ritual every time Suguru gets mad at him.

“If you use my special shampoo again, I’m gonna evict you as my roommate!”

Early in the morning and Suguru’s yell was heard very clear in their college off-campus complex. As he was preparing his things to go to his class Satoru rushed to the bathroom claiming he’s gonna shower like the flash because his class started 10 minutes ago.

Suguru and Satoru has been roommates for quite a time now starting from their freshman years which had them stuck in a lousy men’s dorm inside the campus that seemed like an abandoned zoo; stinky plus hungry predators locked inside their dorm rooms. That led them to move in a much nicer complex near the campus which is kinda famous for uni students since most of the residents consists of either rich ass college students who could afford the rent or office workers in their 30s. Ah yes, their parents backs them up with the rent of course because their monthly part time work salary is not even a fourth of it plus their parents have stuffed wallets so.

“Why didn’t you wake me up when my alarm rang?” rushing off the bathroom already dressed, soaking wet hair dripping on his shirt, Satoru immediately took his things and went outside running. Dumbass for I know you didn’t set it because you went straight for your bed. Suguru thought as he breathes heavily wrapping the sandwich he made for the two of them to eat for breakfast but Satoru was perplexed when he knew he was late so he could not see it leaving so rushed.

He got startled when the door flung open, he didn’t expect any visitors today. The door revealed Satoru rushing back to the apartment,

“Ahh! My necklace! I mean our necklace, I forgot!”

With that he meant the couple necklace he got for the two of them celebrating them moving out of the horror on campus dorms. Satoru rambled through his things on his study table and as he was wearing the necklace with a raindrop pendant, he noticed Suguru’s not wearing them.

“You never wore the necklace I got you come on it has been 2 years”

Satoru said as if he’s in the drama betrayed by the main protagonist, he walked closer to the kitchen where Suguru was packing the sandwiches,

“If you don’t stop that shitty acting, I’m going to shove this up your ass” the other said showing Satoru a clear view of his fist.

His face immediately changed to puppy eyes + tremendous amount of pout pleading for forgiveness.

“Here take the sandwich idiot” Suguru handed the sandwich to Satoru sighing, he’s defeated again, that combo always makes him back away.

As a ritual, Satoru leaned forward to kiss Suguru’s cheeks, no they aren’t couples that’s just how Satoru is and Suguru has had enough today

“Kiss me again and I’ll really fucking beat your ass” Satoru just laughed on Suguru’s statement and dashed off for his own safety.

Later that day…

Soon after the professor went out the room Shoko and Utahime ran to where Suguru was seated and invited him to eat lunch.

“No, I’m sick of third wheeling for fuck’s sake bio nerds” clutching on his bag Suguru stood up and gave the couple a look, I’m gonna go to the library nobody contact me look.

“that’s why no one is hitting on your basic ass bitch” Shoko said almost kinda stressed on his statement.

Suguru’s been single for god knows since when, no one knows if he’s just uninterested or no one is really hitting on him because he looks like he could kill you for just a second and he speaks either very cold or very blunt not giving anyone a chance to flirt with him.

“You mean except his longtime roommate but this guy is as dense as a neutron star” Utahime murmured on their way out, as usual they brushed it off and went on each of their way.

The library is usually packed during these hours so it was not a surprise to Suguru that there are no vacant seats, he instead just went to the nearest coffee shop where one of his friends works at.

“One i-” he was cut off in the middle of his order of course it was his friend they just exchanged nods and Suguru immediately handed him his card. As usual he ordered an iced brewed coffee with a lemon meringue pie.

“I did not expect you here at this time” his friend Yuki from the business department in their uni, although a senior they became friends easily because Yuki initiated a talk and turns out they clicked with their beliefs that they hate mint chocolate so a strong bond was made.

“Oh yeah I originally planned to study at the lib but it was hella packed so here I am with my lovely lemon meringue pie” Suguru responded to his friend.

“It’s lunch please eat a decent meal not just dessert” Yuki sat down in front of him as he nagged for him to eat nicely.

“you’re not my mom let me live in peace” Suguru responded taking a bite on his favorite dessert.

There were not many costumers around so Yuki decided to open a topic for a small talk,“So how’s you and Satoru?” out of nowhere Suguru shifted his facial expression to disgust.

“wdym how’s me and Satoru? motherfucker kissed me after using my special shampoo. Next time I will not give him any breakfast” the other just chuckled on the way his friend said those words

“at least you’re happy now” Yuki’s words caused the him to defend himself too fast.

“I’m not enjoying it in any form, he uses everything I own and pays me with a fucking puppy eyes and kisses me, fucking disgusting behavior I may say. Does he think he’s able to pay it with being so irritatingly touchy with me? Never. One time I’ll just literally yeet him off of our balcony and let him fly like a plastic bag drifting through the wind maybe he’ll meet katy perry” taking a sip of his cold brew after a long complain, Yuki just smiled at him and sang queen’s good old fashioned lover boy ooh love part as he got up and went back to the counter.

“Not you too dipshit” Suguru said under his breath. Not even half of his drink,

“oh ho ho you just got replaced bro” Utahime sent him a text message with a photo of Satoru giggling with someone new to Suguru’s eyes.

What’s the need to send me this it’s not like im his partner or whatever. Suguru thought as he sends another threat text to punch Utahime and her girlfriend as soon as the three of them meet.

…

Satoru went home late this day which meant no one tidied up their apartment. Suguru’s duty was cooking and laundry so basically what’s left for Satoru is groceries and cleaning. There’s food on the table as usual but it was still for two people.

“You haven’t eaten yet?” Suguru just answered with a light nod while scrolling through his phone. The golden-haired panicked guy immediately acts upon setting the table for them two, Oh shit didn’t I mention to him I’ll be eating out with a friend? Satoru silently battle with himself while placing down the plates.

“I’m sorry it’s a lil bit late to have dinner at this time, why didn’t you just eat by yourself?” He was braver this time, or so he thought. As that last word exited through his mouth Suguru threw a spoon at Satoru’s direction

“Because you’ll be all over me again whining because I did not wait for you dumbass!” Suguru said almost shouting infuriatingly at his roommate. Satoru picked up the spoon and got him new one, “what do you mean all over you? that’s just who I am Suguru.”

The table was quiet for quite a minute until Suguru spoke something but Satoru couldn’t hear it because he was too immersed on praising the food.

“that’s the problem, that’s just who you are”

When the two of them finished eating the other went straight to his room while the other washed the dishes.

“Hey a friend will be coming over next week” Satoru spoked to Suguru through the closed door. Of course, he knocked

Suguru knew it was the guy on the picture Utahime sent him, because who else? Satoru does not have a lot of friends around the campus except him.

“So what, do you want me to go home late so you guys can do domestic stuff like married couples? Yeah sure” he replied lying on his bed

“Heyy it’s not like that he’s my new friend all I’m asking is if it’s okay to you for me to invite him over? I’m being a good roommate here” Satoru waited for an answer before going to his room

Suguru just answered as he is, kinda cold and blunt, “Okay fine whatever do what you want to do im gonna be on my room the whole time.”

…

Suguru planned to not go home early today even though he only has 2 classes but the universe is playing with him because he has no one to go to. Utahime and Shoko being on a date and his other friends having classes at this specific day where Satoru’s friend is supposedly coming over.

“at least memorize the formula” Nanami came over because he needed help on their statistics worksheet and Satoru is the best at their class, explains why they are studying on the dining table at Satoru’s apartment now.

“we’ve been over this earlier how come you already forgot how to do it? Memorize it, Memorize Nanami” encircling the formula on the paper, Satoru stood up and went to his room to get his self-made flashcards.

Nanami heard beeping noises indicating someone is getting in so he went to the door to greet Satoru’s dorm mate. As soon as the apartment door opened Nanami greeted the person it revealed, “Hello, I’m Nanami third year accounting, nice to finally meet you Suguru.”

Him being courtly made Suguru jumped right when he greeted him. Suguru smiled at Nanami and accidentally said finally? So Nanami then went on explaining,

“Uhh… Satoru kinda told me your friendship throughout college so I was looking forward to meet you” Nanami said and before he could say more Satoru was already behind him ready to pull him because he might say too much.

“Okay? Nice to meet you too, Suguru bio junior” as a polite human Suguru greeted him back of course and proceeded to remove his shoes as the other two got back to studying.

Dinner is already right around the corner so Suguru went out his room to do his duty but the amazing smell of food welcomed him,

“Oh hey Suguru sorry I intruded your kitchen but this is the least I can do, come on let’s eat.” placing the dish on the center of the table, Suguru sat on the other side of the table. Thank god their dining table is for 6 people because if not someone might just eat on the floor.

The food was surprisingly delicious, Suguru didn’t expect Satoru’s friend to cook this good because he had prejudiced him to a mama’s boy who doesn’t do his chores.

When Nanami glanced to Suguru he couldn’t help to notice,

“Hmm you really don’t wear it” Satoru immediately nudged Nanami.

“Wear what?” Suguru asked taking another bite of the food. Satoru brushed it off easily by bringing out another topic. He doesn’t want to explain to Suguru that he whined to Nanami almost everything he know about Suguru.

“Did you know your friend Yuki takes the same unit as we are?”

With that they were able to converse casually. Nanami said he didn’t know Suguru is friends with Yuki and that he’s close with Choso, the boyfriend from fashion department. Their conversation just led to the conclusion that they have common friends and they should all hangout.

Once they were finished Suguru offered to wash the dishes this time since the two still needs time to study and its nearing 9 pm. Since the sink is just beside the dining table he could hear and kinda see what the two is doing and that started his irritation.

He doesn’t know why he’s feeling irritated, all he just noticed is the distance between them, or maybe the way Satoru giggles whenever Nanami got it wrong? Or rather the way his eyes sparkle at times the other gets it right. Whatever he is feeling he can’t make up a word for it although he thought of it as jealousy, it couldn’t be because he’s not anything to Satoru and he’s not entitled to feel that so maybe uneasiness when Nanami is around? He just put it at that.

A bowl accidentally slipped on Suguru’s hand so it shattered on the sink, when he picked it up, he felt a sting and let out a groaning sound so the two looked at his direction and Satoru went to him

“I told you I will be the one to wash the dishes, look at what happened. Give me your hand” his cheeks felt hot so he turned away when Satoru held his hand

Satoru went to get band aids, Nanami was just there looking at the two of them smiling so Suguru thought he’s weird but for Nanami he witnessed a crucial information for his friend.

After they settled Suguru’s cut, they got back on studying and didn’t notice how fast the time ticks

“Thank you for teaching me I really would fail this if I did it myself” Nanami said as he’s packing his bags. It’s already 11 pm so he insisted to go home.

“No problem just ask me anytime” Satoru replied as they walk outside the apartment. As soon as they got to the lobby, they saw Nanami’s boyfriend Haibara already waiting outside with his Ducati so they said their goodbyes

“Hop on” his boyfriend said as he tossed him his helmet.

“Did you meet Mr. neutron star?” Haibara asked while Nanami puts on his helmet.

“Mr. neutron star?” he asked in confusion.

“That’s what Utahime calls him” the other answered starting his motor’s engine.

Although Suguru haven’t met Haibara, Shoko tells him about Mr. Neutron star. Haibara and Shoko were high school friends so they know each other it just so happens that Shoko got in a relationship with Utahime so they know Suguru and Satoru

“Oh yeah I just witnessed something that might get Satoru energized for a month, He was blushing when Satoru held his hands although he saw me smiling when he got cut so maybe he thinks of me as weird ass intruder on their apartment” as tired as he is Nanami just leaned on Haibara and closed his eyes.

“interesting” Haibara uttered as he drove them home.

…

A week after Nanami came over, Satoru doesn’t come home so often because he became Nanami’s teacher on stats that’s what they call it, so Suguru often feels so alone these days

“Hey neutron star don’t forget we’re coming over at your place we need to finish our thesis on molecular biochemistry” Utahime tapped his shoulders reminding him before they leave the class because Suguru seemed to be not so focused today due to the things the professors on the bio department asked him to do

Having high scores on his tests is easy for Suguru so the professors often ask him to answer their prepared tests beforehand to see if it’s hard enough or so plus he checks the papers to not just for his class but for every class his prof handles. Of course, it isn’t for free, if it is then he wouldn’t accept it plus this is where he met Yuki although today, she is not around.

He finished having back aches and sore butt for sitting for so long checking papers, “Suguru could you also give this to the other departments and let their head sign on it? Thank you” Suguru just nodded of course because he can’t refuse after all he’s getting paid to be their task runner. Fortunately, he doesn’t have classes anymore today.

Their campus is wide so now not only does he pants because he’s out of breath but also, his thighs are burning from all those walking, this is where he questioned himself for not buying a motor bike while he can.

After he gave back the signed paper, he immediately went home to tidy up first before his friends comes over, of course Satoru isn’t there he’s often on Nanami’s for their study sessions.

Just minutes after, Utahime and Shoko already came into the apartment. As soon as they sat down, they started working on their paper which is due next week.

While they work of course the couple could not contain themselves for not flirting so Suguru obviously did almost 50 percent of their paper

“I cannot believe I’m third wheeling inside my house” groaned Suguru as he’s typing on his laptop.

“We’re done on our task neutron star, btw where’s Mr. sunshine” Shoko wondered as he removed himself on Utahime’s embrace facing Suguru across the table.

“I don’t know and I don’t care” coldly responding taking a sip of his water beside him, the other two exchanged looks.

“No really, where is he? We’re lacking energy here we need a boost” claimed Utahime who’s now slouching on the top of his laptop.

“he’s busy flirti- I mean studying with Nanami because his friend is dumb as fuck on stats” with furrowed eyebrows he stated his irritation which he doesn’t know too where it’s coming from.

Suguru heard giggles so he looked up with confusion, “what’s funny losers?”

“Nothing mr, neutron star we just think you’re cute when your jeal-“ Utahime was cut off by the sound of beeping on their door’s smart lock.

“Well look at that, looks like he’s back from flirting” Shoko eyed Suguru lightly teasing him.

They were right it is Satoru, He greeted them and excused himself. He said he’ll be back after showering. Meanwhile, the couple insisted for a break so they moved on the couch and turned on the PlayStation to picked sackboy

Satoru got out of the shower and joined the three, there were just 2 consoles and the couple was playing so he sat down beside Suguru who’s eyes were blinking with half closed eyes trying to resist sleep. Suguru was so tired he didn’t know what he was doing, when Satoru sat down beside him, he shifted his body completely to lean on Satoru’s shoulder,

“hmmm you smell good” Suguru murmured tiredly and closed his eyes.

Satoru as flustered as he is, wide eyes with cheeks tinted with a shade of rosy pink, lips pursed, he fixed his position to make Suguru more comfortable sleeping on his shoulder.

The girls was so immersed on playing that they didn’t notice the two fell asleep, Utahime turned around randomly and was shocked on what he saw of course because he didn’t expect neutron star to lean on Mr. sunshine

“Babe turn around real quick” Shoko did as she was told and immediately took out her phone to take a picture of sleeping Suguru leaning on newly showered Satoru while he cling on Suguru’s arm looking so like a couple.

Utahime’s instinct was to leave the two alone, her girlfriend agreed so they went on packing their things and leave as quiet as they could because they know Satoru is a light sleeper.

They left a post it note on the television,

“Look at what we sent you 😉”

Satoru woke up first, but still he waited for Suguru to wake up before moving. Not so accidentally, he peaked through the other’s shirt and saw the pendant of the necklace he bought years ago

“So, you so wear it, you just changed the chains so I won’t notice it?” Satoru pointed out and giggle at the thought of it. Suguru slightly groaned slowly opening his eyes,

“Are you awake already?” the other asked causing Suguru to realize he’s been sleeping on Satoru’s shoulder. He was super shocked and playing their position on his mind again made him freeze for a moment while blood rush up to his face that led him to cover his face,

“h-how long was I asleep on your shoulders?” he stuttered trying so hard to hide his face with his sweater paws still leaning on Satoru’s shoulder

“Not that long actually, you could sleep longer if you want to, I’ll be here with my shoulders” Satoru responded.

“Why would I sleep more when I just woke up idiot” Suguru’s blushing went up until his ears luckily Satoru can’t see them because he’ll point it out and tease Suguru about it.

They stayed like that for few more minutes until Suguru was the first one to stand up, finally calmed his aggressive gay panic. When Suguru stood up, Satoru reminded him of what just happened with one statement, “you’re cute when you lose your cool and blush I kind of want to see it again”

What was that what the fuck was that. Suguru screams internally as he walked to his room. Satoru wasn’t joking with what he said. Although he seems like it, he’s serious, he was longing for that Suguru since forever, kissing Suguru on the cheek all of a sudden is one of his attempts but the other always reacted violently.

The sticky note caught his attention so he checked what was it and immediately made it his home screen, not lock screen because he’s not that brave yet. YET

…

It’s Saturday meaning grocery time for Satoru. Suguru was supposed to ask if he can come but when he went outside his room Nanami was already waiting on their sofa, “Good morning Suguru, Satoru asked me to come with him to the supermarket I hope you don’t mind” Nanami greeted him first thing.

“Huh why would I, at least he has someone with him today” irritation is by Suguru’s side again but he managed to smile at Nanami. His phone rang before he could get a sip of his water,

“I need your intelligence on my business proposal, come over I’ll cook for you”

Yuki texted him to seek help because apparently, Suguru is good at ideas. He immediately changed his clothes and went to Yuki’s dorm

“Darling? could you open the door for Suguru? My hands are full” Yuki’s voice could be heard outside as their dorm is not sound proofed. Choso welcomed Suguru on their flat, nope this isn’t the first time Suguru’s here so the two of them knows each other.

“Oh wow even fashion students looks normal during weekends” Suguru claimed by looking at what Choso was wearing, a white tank top and summer shorts. The both of them laughed on the way to the kitchen where Yuki was cooking.

 “finally, someone more helpful” exhaled Yuki, apparently Choso’s ideas are limited to fashion only. Yuki left the beef boiling and invited Suguru over their big ass study room which half of it is full of fabric scraps and sketches and the other half is very tidy, obviously the tidy one is not Choso’s. He showed his work to Suguru and waited for what he will suggest, senior business majors are tasked to make a business proposal given a specific product and Yuki was assigned integrated pens for tablets.

After exchanging ideas, they proceeded to revise the proposal and went outside to prepare for lunch. Suguru helped arranging the table as the food is getting cooked, “Choso food is ready come out your room now!” Yuki called from the dining are, the other came jogging to the table.

Before Suguru could even take a bite on his food Choso asked him, “I heard you met Nanami? how was it” he could not resist to laugh because all he appointed Nanami was the dumb fuck on statistics, “he’s fine just dumb, decently friendly too and a good cook. I guess that’s how Satoru clicked with him so fast that he brought him home a week after they knew each other” blowing the piping hot beef stew on his spoon Suguru responded casually.

Choso and Yuki gave each other a look and just laughed it off. After they finished eating, Suguru said he needs to go home now. When he left, Choso expressed his confusion to Yuki, “Does he know Nanami has a boyfriend and he’s really just seeking help to Satoru because he might fail his statistics unit?” Yuki tugged the other on the sofa inviting him to sit on her lap so she could rest for a while hugging her boyfriend.

“I mean Nanami and Haibara is one of the hot couples on the campus, they were even featured on the daily talk on the uni’s website” He answered almost closing his eyes as he was sleepy. Choso faced Yuki giving him a peck on her forehead, “this is taking too long, why can’t one of them just confess, it’s really obvious that they like each other” the purple-haired boy complained.

“I think the both of them is already coming out of their buds, they just need a little more push” the other claimed

“Okay enough of Suguru and Satoru, Im sleepy let’s cuddle pleassseee” Yuki requested opening her arms waiting for Choso to take her arms.

 …

On Suguru’s way home, Shoko sent him a message together with a photo of Nanami and Satoru giggling on the cereal isle of the supermarket, “look at what we saw, Nanami and Satoru attracting ants?”

Shoko teases with a bit of twists in his words so Suguru knew what exactly his friend is saying, “don’t disturb me it’s a weekend for fuck’s sake” he replied as he entered the password on their apartment.

“Oh hey you’re back, could you hand me my phone I forgot I put it beside the candle on your left” Satoru asked while putting the groceries on their respective places.

As a good roommate, Suguru reached for the phone and accidentally saw Satoru’s lock screen that left him asking a question Satoru didn’t expect to come out of Suguru’s mouth,

“The two of you makes a good couple”

Satoru was very confused on what Suguru is talking about until he handed him his phone lighting up showing his lock screen, the photo him and Nanami took when they imitated the fusion scene on dragon ball so he just laughed at Suguru but before he could deny it the other fastened his phase to go to their room.

 He didn’t think it would affect Suguru like that because on the next few days Suguru became so distant to him.

…

During their break Suguru decided to go to the library in hopes to get a peaceful lunch but the couple tagged along with him so now the three of them is at the library fortunately there where seats left.

“Did you receive Yuki’s message?” Utahime asked while he brings out his things because he plans to study

“we’re all invited this Friday for a sleepover” Shoko added while munching on the jelly she stole from Utahime’s bag

“All of a sudden? who else is coming?” skimming through his notes Suguru asked hoping a specific person not to come

“They said it’s for celebrating the end of this semester. Everybody will come and oh you’ll see a new face! My best friend” Utahime nods besides Shoko who is now holding her phone. “I’m gonna get a drink watch my things” he announced to the two as they do their things.

As Suguru walked away, Utahime nudged her girlfriend, “Satoru said Suguru thinks him and Nanami is a thing since Suguru saw his lock screen”

“It was your fault because you asked me to send that picture from the supermarket idiot” the other claimed chuckling to the thought of Suguru getting the wrong ass idea. “I’m an idiot now huh you were the one who took the picture in the first-place bitch” Utahime pouted while whining to her girlfriend.

“stop pouting or I’ll French kiss you here Utahime” cupping Utahime’s cheeks, Shoko whispered on her left ear that caused a flush creeping up her cheeks. “damn why are you aggressive early in the morning miss we’re in a library reserve that in bed later” Utahime stammered.

“Well, it’s been a week I’m hungry” Shoko gave Utahime a peck on her cheek and gestured she should continue on what she’s doing.

 “Excuse me this is a library” someone murmured causing the two to glare where it came from, “Woah there lovely birds don’t throw hands here” Suguru came back with three drinks on hand and handed it to them.

After a while, some students leaves the library and new student comes, the three of them doesn’t have classes until another two hours. They are all bio majors so they have majority of their classes together.

Utahime taps the table and pointed on one of the doors on the library, “look who’s coming here” the other two looked at where Utahime pointed. It was Satoru. When Utahime waved at him, he saw the vacant seat beside Suguru so he took the chance to talk to him, Suguru is fixated on his papers so Satoru had to tap his shoulders for him to notice he took the seat beside Suguru. The other two just minded their business, or so all of them thought.

“I heard you’re getting pretty good terms with Sukuna now that he’s back from his play” Shoko blurted out which confused Utahime and Suguru but she nudged her girlfriend so Utahime knew it’s one of Shoko’s tricks

“Oh yeah right that hot senior from the engineering department? Damn nice catch Suguru” Utahime kicked Suguru under the table lightly and gave him a signal so Suguru nodded with what was said.

Satoru is visibly seen very shocked and confused. Not so coincidentally, Suguru’s phone vibrated showing Sukuna calling. Satoru just watches what Suguru does, unable to speak because he thought he’s losing his chance to clarify things with Suguru

Suguru excused himself from the library and packed his things because Sukuna asked him to meet at the cafeteria. Right when Suguru left, Satoru let out a sigh and massaged his temples

“Better act soon Satoru” Shoko gave him a push.

Friday’s gonna be fun. Shoko just smiled sheepishly and continued to scroll through her phone

…

It’s Friday so that means it is the day they are having a sleep over at Choso and Yuki’s place. Their classes are over now so both Suguru and Satoru is home preparing their things to bring later. Suguru rarely comes out of his room now so when he was sitting on the couch Satoru took the chance to finally talk to him.

“So, about you and Sukuna, any progress?” He started off asking that specific question so he knows if he still has a chance

“Why are you asking? Nosy as ever huh” the other replied while scrolling through his phone.

Satoru keeps his distance just in case, Suguru is at the couch and he’s sitting on the dining table, of course he could feel the awkwardness this never happened before and it hurts Satoru. “just curious? Afterall I’m your friend” he replied playing with the glass he’s holding

“Hmm friends” Suguru repeated. That specific word doesn’t fail to make him feel a sting when it’s pertaining to him and Satoru.

Yes, they have been friends since freshman year, they have sticked together since then, not that they were forced to because their parents knew each other, it’s their choice too. Satoru’s actions always confuses Suguru, kissing him on his cheeks when he’s angry, hugging him out of nowhere, smiling at him like he was the most precious thing to exist in the world. That’s what makes it more irritating for him because he does not know if Satoru’s like that only to him or that’s just the way he is. When Nanami came that’s when he knew he’s not special to Satoru because he saw how he acted the same way to others, well at least on Suguru’s sight.

Satoru reached for his necklace and gently fiddles it contemplating if he would still clarify everything to Suguru and finally confess or just leave it as it is giving up on his first love. In his head he could hear what Nanami told him, “If he’s really precious to you then you need to make him understand so he doesn’t hurt more”

“About me and Nanami we are-” before he could even explain Suguru stood up and said they needed to leave or else they’ll be late.

Why does he always manage to push away the conversation whenever I mention Nanami? I’m trying to clear things up Suguru. Satoru worried as he picks up his bag and followed Suguru outside

They were the first ones to arrive at the place, Yuki told them they could laze around while waiting for the others. The flat is huge compared to theirs, it has a wider living room and kitchen area plus it has a second floor, rooms are located there and the room on the first floor is their study room.

“Satoru come here on the study room for a sec” Choso stated inviting him to enter the room.

This was the first time Satoru enters the study room and he already expected it to be kind of messy as one of them is a fashion major. Choso opened one of his jewelry drawers and got something in a small box and handed it to other.

“I think it’s better if I give this back to you” Satoru’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion and as soon as he opens the box, he wondered why was it on Choso’s hand.

“Suguru donated it to me few days ago he said he doesn’t need it anymore and I could someday use it on one of my look sketches” the other explained seeing Satoru’s expression.

Satoru was angry when he heard that Suguru doesn’t need it anymore, but more importantly his heart was crying and his brain couldn’t function for a moment.

“Yuki told me the story behind that necklace so I gave it back to you, you can stay here for a moment I’ll just say an excuse. Come out whenever you’re ready” right when Choso closed the door tears welled up on his eyes.

Although he got it for the two of them to celebrate their moving out of campus dorms, it also made a special meaning for the two of them even though he thought the other wasn’t wearing it the whole time. On every moment, the necklaces were there to capture memories and for Satoru, throwing it away also means cutting ties with him and ending their friendship.

 Suguru’s pendant was a sun because it resembles Satoru and Satoru’s pendant was a crescent moon resembling Suguru. In short, when one wears it, it means that they have the other one with them whenever and wherever they go. “over a fucking misunderstanding... you avoided me for days... is this what they call heartbreak?”

Satoru silently wailed whilst clutching the necklace on his hand. He was there for almost half an hour hopefully the others won’t notice, he hoped that no one would ever notice. He’s decided to just end it right there and then so he removed his necklace as well but put it both on his side pocket as he got out of the room.

“So what do you think of my sketches? I’m sorry I haven’t been able to dust up there” Choso immediately covered for him before the others could even mention how Satoru’s eyes were kinda swelled up and his nose is pretty red.

“I didn’t know you were into fashion” Utahime said as he looked to Choso asking for anything but Choso just shrugged.

“We have allergens here do you want to take one? Choso’s been sleeping a lot so he always forgets to clean his side of that room” Yuki added to make it more believable.

The only people that they are waiting is Nanami and Haibara, they said they were running late because they had to wait for the desserts they were asked to bring since Yuki could not get them today.

Few minutes later, the two of them arrived and the whole flat was noisy because of whining and complaining of both sides, when everybody calmed down Shoko introduced Haibara.

“Hey Suguru this is Haibara the new face I was talking about!” Haibara went to where Suguru was seated and scanned him.

“okayyy? Now I see it Satoru” what he said confused Suguru and Suguru only so Haibara let out a laugh.

“Haibara, Nanami’s boyfriend” he introduced himself offering his hand for a handshake. Suguru’s eyes widen, shocked because of the statement he kinda screamed, huh?

“Oh you didn’t know I had one? Explains the cold treatment to me” Nanami laughed on the other side of the couch.

Suguru glanced to Satoru before he shook hands with Haibara, “Suguru, Satoru’s friend” he introduced back to him while taking quick glances to his roommate.

Shoko was heard expressing her shock so everyone turned to her, “you don’t have your lucky charm? That’s new” Choso slapped his face because of that, he thought he had it under control. Although he hoped the two of them could talk privately so they could reconcile again, he’s tired of their misunderstanding, everybody hated seeing the both of them not being their usual self

“it’s useless now, it’s fine it’s not like I needed it to function normally” Satoru answered while scrolling through his phone, biting his bottom lips as it quivered at what he said, it’s not what he meant but his emotions ate him up like a steak.

Suguru could not believe at what he heard, now he regrets donating the necklace to Choso. Clenching his fist, he asked Yuki if he could use the bathroom for a moment, the older led him to the bathroom right beside the laundry area.

“Everybody! get changed on your pajamas and might as well I’ll announce that we only have two extra mattresses and one vacant room with only one bed, me and Yuki will sleep in my room you guys could use his” arranging the cards and games they will use later, he announced.

It’s a Friday and the end of the semester so Haibara insisted for them to drink, everybody agreed after a few pleadings so now they are arranging the drinks after getting drinks.

“Damn who got the bad people nsfw pack you really want to get deep to everyone” Yuki exclaimed

“Nah they just badly wanna know how far you guys are on your sexual lives” Utahime pointed to Shoko who is giggling at the corner

After preparing exactly at 11:30 pm, all of them sat down on the living room, Yuki, Suguru, Haibara, Utahime sat on the couch while Nanami and Satoru sat on the floor near the table, Choso is also seated on the floor he’s just in between his girlfriend’s legs

While drinking, they played sorts of competitive card games and board games and Choso said he’ll not ask them to play while tipsy again because they were so chaotic

Having high tolerance of alcohol, Satoru is still sober or maybe because of what he’s feeling now that the alcohol is not taking effect. They were drinking vodkas and tequilas no wonder the couples are all either making out or just all over each other

“Hey stop making out, Satoru and Suguru is getting out of place” Yuki noticed that the two of them is just scrolling through their phones

Tipsy Shoko broke hers and Utahime’s make out session to collect both phones and smirked when she saw their wallpapers, “look at these two, they both have this as their home screen you guys didn’t even thank me for the photo fuckers” it was the photo Shoko took when they were over their apartment.

When he held the phones side to side to show everyone what she is talking about, the two of them were so red and wide eyed, of course they didn’t look at each other because they are embarrassed. Instead, they both drank a shot of tequila

 They didn’t think that the other liked it to so they kept it themselves. Now thoughts are coming in every direction of Suguru’s mind, he’s starting to think that maybe he was wrong that maybe he’s really special to him and those were just misunderstanding on his part. Satoru? Just staring at nothing.

“Gather around, we’re playing put a finger down, let’s refrain from playing competitive games they might be homeless if we continue that mess” everyone surrounded the table as soon as Haibara called them,

“First to run out of 5 fingers, makes out with the second loser” complains were heard because that’s not the punishment they knew playing that game.

“Suckers! then be competitive so you don’t make out with someone’s partner duh” Haibara defended his rule.

“For I know you just want to see who kisses the best out of everybody here so I guess we’re having 4 rounds” Shoko stated rolling his eyes to his best friend

“Don’t expose me dumbfuck, you’re salty because I said you don’t kiss that good than Utahime and fyi I have kissed everybody here except these 2 singles here” pointing at the two, Yuki was concerned but they were already seated in a circle ready to play.

“Nanami are you okay for Haibara being like that” Nanami claimed that he knows how his boyfriend is and he accepts that.

“I’ll go first, put a finger down if you’re not in a relationship as of the moment!” Haibara screamed enjoying the game already by himself, he planned to make Satoru and Suguru lose of course so they face each other finally, he too was tired of how the two of them is dealing with this huge misunderstanding

“Me next! Put a finger down if you’re a junior” as most of them are juniors it was the only attack Choso could think of

“Eyyy that’s not how you play! What a loser” Utahime complained

“Put your finger down first before complaining” sticking out his tongue, Choso teased the others.

“Shut up it’s my turn now!” Shoko shushed everyone looking specifically at the two who was bickering.

Ready to expose someone he smiled suspiciously, “put your finger down if you’re in love with your roommate!”

“I didn’t know you are dumb too, you just attacked yourself” Nanami pointed out laughing

Let’s not forget some of them are tipsy so they laugh at the simplest thing

“I have other intentions, Haibara please control your boyfriend” putting a finger down himself he focuses on Suguru’s hand who slowly put down a finger.

“Oh my fucking god see? Can one of you make a move so this end and we’re all happy” confused of what Shoko said, the others scanned the living room.

“I think we’re having a loser soon, Utahime your turn!” Haibara claimed.

“Yeah right, put a finger down if you own a cartier watch” he laughed as he attacked Haibara and Nanami who has a couple cartier watch

“What a loser, we have a goal here Utahime can’t you see” Haibara bent one of his fingers down whilst complaining.

They all look at Suguru anticipating his attack if either he’ll play safe or risk more, “put your finger down if you’re not a virgin behind anymore”

“Damn playing safe huh?” Haibara exclaimed with 4 fingers down

“Wait I thought it’s just Yuki receiving the donkey” wide eyed Shoko pointed at Choso’s 2 bent fingers. “Just say dick, donkey’s weird. This is a two-way relationship kids we switch sometimes” Choso claimed clinging on his partner’s arm as Yuki leans on his shoulders hiding her blushing face.

“Ok tunnels as you said, now put a finger down if you’re a science related major” giggling with his attack Shoko expressed her disfavor by throwing a throw pillow straight at Nanami’s face

Maybe it was due to her tipsiness but he didn’t want her girlfriend kissing Haibara again as it seemed on the fingers left on everyone’s hand, “I don’t want Utahime kissing your boyfriend again why didn’t you think of a better attack giant ass college student”

“Why are you so sure I’ll be kissing your girlfriend? We have Suguru with 4 fingers put down too” teasing is Haibara’s specialty and he’s now having fun seeing jealous people in front of him, jealous that their ‘partner’ is going to be kissed by him

“Yuki the decision is yours; you know what to do” giving a signal, Haibara winks across the room where Yuki is seated.

They had planned it, well at least Haibara and Choso. They planned to make one of them act, all they have to do is make one either Satoru or Suguru a loser and the other loser will be Haibara so it isn’t suspicious.

Whispering to Yuki, Choso suggested the perfect attack that can make Suguru and Haibara the losers, “put a finger down if you can drive a motorcycle”

Suguru denied that he can’t drive a motor bike at first but as soon as Utahime pulled a picture of him riding one of it he finally gave up on denying it taking glances at Satoru, he was hoping Satoru wasn’t liking this commotion and he is but he can’t do anything, he was just watching the whole situation silently while nibbling on his lip’s skin

“Oh yeah im gonna see if Mr. neutron star here is a good kisser” emphasizing every word, Haibara was waiting for any sign of Satoru acting up but he was just there watching everyone.

Shoko of course immediately sensed what everyone was trying to do, “wait this is gonna be his first kiss with a guy, my baby is growing up now” adding fuel to the fire, Satoru’s ear ringed but he was too late because Haibara was already leaning forward initiating the kiss.

Haibara knew that at that moment he was going to cup Suguru’s cheeks while he leans towards him, someone will push him away.

“I can’t take it anymore” making known his jealousy and frustration, Satoru stood up abruptly and reached for Suguru’s wrist whose hands were forming a fist and immediately pulled Suguru towards his direction. Both his hands went up to the other’s cheeks as he leaned for a kiss.

Everything happened in a flash, Suguru’s eyes widened at the moment their lips touched, not only he was holding his breath, everybody on the flat too, they finally witnessed this scene.

Satoru was about to pull out of the kiss not until Suguru kissed back, their tongues danced with each other like graceful ballerinas dancing on their first recital. It wasn’t intense instead it was so sweet and fresh, they felt they were bathing together in a pool of fresh honey with slices of all kinds of citrus fruits.

They were longing for this moment; they were glad that this is what happened. Finally, they could now feel assured that it was each other they love, it was each other that they find the need to see each morning to feel energized and function all throughout the day.

Running out of air, Satoru pulled away first holding Suguru’s shoulders as he bows down and pant also hiding his face, “You’re cute when you get serious” Suguru claimed smiling so gummily pulling Satoru in a hug.

“Bravo!” the others clapped and laughed at what they witnessed, the two blushed profusely as they tease them.

“I can’t believe I almost stole Suguru’s first guy kiss damn what you did there was so sexy” praising the taller one Haibara demanded his boyfriend to recreate the scene.

“it’s not my first kiss from a guy, Satoru stole it back when he came home drunk, he probably doesn’t remember it so he was so aggressive earlier” Suguru cleared out the claims of his first kiss from a guy.

After a lot of teasing, they were finally settled to sleep, the drinks? They didn’t finish it due to what happened and now they wanted to sleep.

Arranging the mattresses, Satoru called Suguru on the corner asking him to come, “I think you should wear this again” reaching from his pocket, Satoru showed him the necklace.

As Satoru was putting the necklace on Suguru, “so are we boyfriends now? Like officially we are dating now or...” he wondered after that sweet kiss, of course he knows Suguru enough. Satoru just wanted to hear it from him

“of course, my sunshine, I’m all yours”

[oldiesstationlover11607]

heyyyy 😋😋

as promised, i am back with a new halloween idea since the last one was SO STINKIN CUTEEEE

so im thinking RAB tyler x reader at a halloween party! like stereotypical-college halloween-frat-party type scene. (maybe reader and tyler coincidentally showed up in matching costumes lol)

tyler and reader arrived separately, but they both go to Ohio State Uni and have some classes together, so they've seen each other around. which is why they're immediately taking refuge in each other's company the wholee time. theyve both been abandoned by the friends that dragged them to that god forsaken party in the first place, and neither of them are drinking or smoking or anything, and the music sucks.

flirty banter ensuesss

and i know youve been experimenting with smut, SO i'll let you take the reins on this one a bit more.

either tyler and reader forget to leave room for jesus during the party and decide to take refuge in a bedroom together (smirk)

orrr tyler shows reader his music and they go back to his studio together for a cutesy, fluffy, musical bonding moment

can't wait to see how it comes out!!!

take care of yourself!! 🫶🏼

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Ghostbuster - Tyler Joseph x Reader

Warnings: None lol - no smut bc i wanted to keep it cute

Word Count: 2019

A/N: I literally cannot wait for this vampire fic i've got planned and this was a great warm up! keep requesting halloween stuff before it's too late!!

It was one of those chaotic nights at Ohio State in October, Halloween parties scattered across campus. But somehow, I found myself at one of the bigger and louder parties–something high school senior me would never have imagined. It was the kind of party where I’d expected to be hanging out with my friends and having a good time. But no one told me that my so-called friends would ditch me the moment they saw a dance floor crowded with zombies and vampires–though I wasn’t too surprised, vampires were the best dancers. 

I stood at the edge of the main room, arms crossed, trying not to visibly cringe at the music blaring old viral hits. The bass rattled my bones, a thudding pulse that did nothing to improve my mood. My favorite holiday was turning out to be a bust despite the amazing modern queen of hearts rocker costume I’d thrown together. I was so proud of it but none of my friends understood the reference.

I was mentally debating whether I could sneak out without anyone noticing when I spotted him. Tyler. I’d seen him around campus and in a couple of my english classes despite campus being big. He was quiet, didn’t talk much, but there was something about him that always intrigued me. Maybe it was the fact that he was always scribbling in that notebook of his, or the way he seemed to get lost in thought even when the professor was droning on about literary theory. He was standing awkwardly by a wall across the room, tugging at the sleeves of his shirt. He was dressed as a Ghostbuster, of all things, and somehow the outfit looked just right on him—oversized jumpsuit, clunky proton pack, and a slightly bewildered expression like he’d rather be anywhere else. I couldn’t help but smile at the sight. Tyler, in his quiet, introverted glory, standing amidst the chaos of a college Halloween party, looked almost comically out of place.

I hesitated, debating whether I should go talk to him. We’d only ever exchanged a few words in class, the typical “do you have the notes?” or “what did you think of that reading?” kind of conversations. But something in me felt drawn to him tonight, maybe because I knew exactly how he felt—trapped in a place where we didn’t belong, surrounded by people who didn’t really see us.

Before I could second-guess myself, I started making my way over, weaving through a mess of slutty witches. When I reached him, he looked up, his brown eyes wide with mild surprise.

“Hey,” I said, trying not to sound as awkward as I felt. “Busting ghosts solo tonight?”

His lips twitched into a small smile. “Yeah, you know, it’s a tough job, but someone’s gotta do it.”

I laughed, the sound bright and unexpected, even to me. “Well, you’re doing a great job standing guard by this wall. Any ghost sightings yet?”

“Not yet,” he said, leaning back slightly as if relaxing in my presence. “But I’m staying vigilant.”

“Good call.” I tilted my head, giving him an exaggerated once-over. “Love the costume, by the way. You went all out.”

He looked down at himself, shrugging with a bashful smile. “It was either this or going as a sad college student who got dragged to a party he didn’t want to go to .”

I chuckled. “That’s a little too real. Ghostbuster is a better choice.”

“And you’re the, uh, Queen of Hearts?” he asked, his gaze drifting over my costume. “But... cooler. More punk.”

“Exactly!” I said, a grin spreading across my face. “You’re the first person to get that all night.”

He smirked, rubbing the back of his neck. “I have an appreciation for good costumes. And you definitely pull it off.”

“Thanks.” We stood there for a second, just smiling at each other, the noise of the party fading into the background. It felt... easy, natural, even though we barely knew each other. And then a thought struck me, and I couldn’t help but blurt it out.

“Hey, this is going to sound crazy, but... want to get out of here?”

His eyebrows shot up. “Like... leave?”

“Yeah.” I gestured around at the rowdy crowd and pulsing lights. “I don’t know about you, but I’m not exactly having the time of my life here. We could— I don’t know, grab a coffee or just go for a walk. Somewhere quieter?”

Tyler hesitated, glancing around as if weighing his options. Then he looked back at me, something softening in his gaze. “You know what? Yeah. Let’s do it.”

A few minutes later, we were outside, the crisp autumn air biting at our skin as we stepped away from the thumping bass of the party. The street was lined with other groups of costumed students milling about, some shouting and laughing, others huddled together in quieter conversations. But for the first time all night, I felt like I could breathe.

Tyler walked beside me, hands shoved into his pockets, the plastic proton pack bouncing lightly against his back. We didn’t say much at first, just strolled aimlessly through the leaf-covered streets, the noise of the party fading behind us. After a few blocks, we found ourselves at a small park tucked away between campus buildings, its winding paths lit by dim streetlights and the faint glow of jack-o’-lanterns set out along the walkway.

“Wow, this place is cute,” I murmured, taking in the rows of glowing pumpkins and the few scattered benches. “Never knew it was here.”

“Me neither,” Tyler said softly, his gaze sweeping over the scene. “I guess we’re both discovering new things tonight.”

We wandered over to a bench near the center, where a particularly intricate pumpkin carving of a haunted house flickered softly. Tyler glanced at it, then looked at me, a curious smile on his lips.

“So, what made you pick the Queen of Hearts? You don’t seem like the ‘off with their heads’ type.”

I laughed, sitting down on the bench and crossing my legs. “It’s more about the aesthetic. I wanted something bold, something that stood out, but with a twist. Plus, I had to wear a crown at some point in my life, right?”

“Right.” He nodded seriously, but his eyes were sparkling with humor. “And you look good in one.”

“Thank you,” I said, tipping my imaginary crown at him. “Now, what about you Mr Buster? I mean, besides the obvious ‘saving the world’ angle.”

He shrugged, settling beside me on the bench. “I like old movies. The classics. Ghostbusters just felt... I don’t know, nostalgic? Plus, I already had the jumpsuit from last year.”

“Recycling costumes?” I teased. “I’m not sure if that’s very ‘heroic’ of you.”

“Heroes have to be practical, too.” He grinned, then looked down at his hands, which were resting on his knees. “Honestly, I just didn’t want to be something flashy. I’m not really a... center-of-attention kind of guy.”

I nodded slowly, understanding more than I expected to. “No, I get that. But still, you came out tonight. That’s more than a lot of people would do.”

“Yeah, well.” He looked up at me, his expression thoughtful. “Maybe it wasn’t a total waste.”

The way he said it, so quietly, made my heart skip a beat. I swallowed, suddenly feeling nervous in a way I hadn’t been before. This was more than just two classmates killing time together. There was something here, something I wanted to explore, even if it scared me a little.

“So, what do you usually do, if not parties?” I asked, shifting the conversation slightly to steady myself.

Tyler leaned back, his gaze turning distant for a moment. “I, uh... I spend a lot of time making music. Writing songs, recording. It’s kind of my escape, I guess.”

I perked up, curiosity sparking. “Really? That’s awesome. I always wondered what you were scribbling in that notebook during class.”

He smiled, a little sheepishly. “Yeah, it’s mostly lyrics. Stuff I don’t really show people.”

“Can I hear some of it?” The question slipped out before I could stop it, but I didn’t want to take it back.

Tyler looked at me, eyes wide, then glanced away, biting his lip. “Maybe. I mean, if you want to. My studio’s not far from here.”

My heart jumped. Studio? “You have a studio?”

“More like a basement with some equipment,” he said quickly, rubbing the back of his neck. “But... yeah. I could show you, if you’re interested.”

I didn’t even hesitate. “I’d love that.”

The “studio” turned out to be in the basement of an off-campus house Tyler shared with a couple of other music majors. The room was small but packed with gear—guitars leaning against the walls, a keyboard set up in one corner, and a laptop surrounded by mics and cables on a desk covered in sheets of scribbled lyrics. It smelled faintly of old books and coffee, and it was a little messy, but it was cozy, too. I could see pieces of Tyler in every corner.

“Sorry, it’s kind of... chaotic,” he said, glancing around with an embarrassed smile.

“I like it,” I said honestly, stepping further inside and taking it all in. “Feels... lived in.”

Tyler relaxed a little, moving over to his computer and opening up a file. The sound filled the small space like magic. Then he glanced up at me, his expression shy but open.

“Mind you this is super rough, and I–”

“It’s good,” I interrupted and he nodded, smiling to himself. 

His voice, soft and warm, filled the room, and the melody wrapped around me like magic. The song was raw, beautiful, and filled with a mix of longing and hope. As he sang, I felt like I was seeing a side of him that no one else had—the real Tyler, not the quiet guy from class.

When the last note faded into the air, I just stared at him, completely speechless.

“That was incredible,” I finally managed, my voice full of awe.

He ducked his head, a blush creeping up his cheeks. “Thanks. I wasn’t sure if you’d like it.”

“I did. I definitely did.”

He looked up at me, a small, genuine smile tugging at his lips. For a moment, we just sat there, grinning at each other. Then, the room fell into a comfortable silence, the kind that didn’t need filling with words. It felt... nice.

Tyler scratched the back of his neck, glancing at me shyly. “So, um... I know it’s getting kind of late, but... if you don’t want to go back yet, you could stay a bit longer? We could, like, listen to more music or just... hang out?” He hesitated for a beat, then added, “I think it’d be cool to get to know you better.”

My heart did a little flip at the invitation. “I'd love to.”

His smile widened, and then, as if realizing something, he fumbled in his pocket. “Uh, here—let me give you my number, you know, in case... well, you don’t have to leave right away or anything, but just in case.”

I grinned as we exchanged numbers, the moment feeling so sweet and simple, like it was the beginning of something special. I added him on social media too, our phones pinging softly as the connections were made.

As we settled back in, the music softly playing in the background, Tyler glanced over at me, his voice soft. “So... you want to stay the night? I mean, not in a weird way—just, we can keep listening to music and hanging out. No pressure, but... I think it'd be fun.”

My heart warmed at the offer, and I nodded, smiling at him. “Yeah, that sounds perfect.”

And just like that, what had started as a chaotic, disappointing night turned into one I knew I’d remember forever. Sitting there with Tyler, in his cozy makeshift studio, with the soft hum of music around us, I felt like I’d stumbled into something unexpected and wonderful. And I didn’t want it to end anytime soon.

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[jinxedmuse]

new romantics — boo seungkwan, 부승관

🎵 daydreamin' - ariana grande, arabella - artic monkeys, off to the races - ldr, feel so close - calvin harris, automotivo bibi fogosa - bibi babydoll, light a flame - svt, you know you like it - dj snake

in which: the “goody-two-shoes”, university athlete boo seungkwan encounters a “rebel against-all-odds”, biker!reader and truly learns what it means to have fun while living life for himself alongside new found, and utterly careless love.

authors note: plz don't be mad i'm aware i owe u guys part 2 of the jeonghan fic and a "bed peace vernon" fic but.. no excuse tbh. wrote something like this a while ago and was gonna re-upload it but the more i re-read it the more i was dissatisfied so here’s this (hopefully way cleaner ver) instead. tags & warnings: she falls first x he falls harder, strangers/annoyance to lovers, some cursing, reckless racing, reader is (strongly) implied to be a thrill seeker, harmless back and forth (flirty) banter, mentions of alc (legal drinking) word cound: 4.2k

9:52 am

seungkwan suddenly came to an abrupt halt. he tightly held the large iced americano in his right hand and completely let slip his folder packed with research and syllabus papers in the left.

he begrudgingly looks down at his scattered papers, frustration growing by the second before looking up. in front of him and the reason for his abrupt stop was you.

you were running late on the first day of uni and had opted to take your bike to campus in a rush. you didn't even realize you almost ran into the guy until you were way too close for comfort.

you removed your helmet, your hair coming undone from underneath it. positioning your helmet onto the handle of your ride, you hopped off and immediately crouched down, trying to gather the papers that had dropped on the floor but your black leather gloves prevented you from doing so comfortably, slightly crinkling some in the process.

“just stop, you can leave them. It's fine.” the voice rushes out. you look up but can hardly see who was speaking. the sun was directly behind him, practically shining around his blonde hair like a golden halo.

he seemed kind of tall, and lanky but healthy. his backpack, the one you recognized too well that nearly all athletes here used, was slinked onto one shoulder. you stand up, squinting your eyes to protect them from the harsh rays of the beaming sun.

once face to face with him, you realized he was kind of, no, exceedingly handsome. he was rather well groomed, his skin fair with no marks and instead, a cute beauty mark right underneath his left eye.

he slightly backed up, looking at you muddled. it was obvious his tolerance was wearing thin as he picked up the rest of his papers and practically shoved them inside his folder, somehow without ripping or further crinkling any more of them.

you bowed repeatedly, embarrassed with your negligence.

“dude i’m really sorry about that, i’m usually way more careful on this thing i swear.” you practically pleaded, laughing dryly while pointing back at your all-black bike.

you silently prayed that he wouldn't be one of those rich snobs who would threaten to take it away or get your license suspended.

instead, he just raises an eyebrow, observing you without even giving the tiniest glance towards your bike.

“you should be more careful, someone could get hurt. oh and, do you know me that well to be speaking so casually?” he remarks rhetorically.

of course, you don't know him, he knew that as well.

“yeah no, you're right. my bad. i mean, my apologies.” you murmured, bowing once more at the boy in front of you. you could feel your cheeks growing warmer and warmer from embarrassment.

while bowing, his feet start moving and soon enough disappear. you look up and realize he has walked away, without even saying anything or regarding your apology.

“interesting” you whispered, head slightly tilted to the side. in a swift movement, you swung a leg over your bike and re-adjusted your helmet. revving your bike, the wheels tracked a bit of pebbled dirt before it took off, catching you up to him in no time.

this time, you don’t stop the bike. you use one hand to open up your helmet visor and turn to him, trying to get his attention as he was ignoring you.

“look, i truly do apologize. it looks like we’re heading the same way, how about i grant you a ride and save you time? morning classes start in 5 minutes and I guarantee I can get us there in less than 3” you offer, slowing down to match his pace.

“i’m fine.” is all he urges in a monotone voice, facing forward and slightly picking up his pace as the steps of the main campus start coming into view.

you simply hummed in response, putting down your visor once more before setting off, immediately creating a lengthy distance between you too.

you pull up into the student parking for bikes, motorcycles, etc., and hop off. readjusting your slinger backpack, you head into the building. pushing the dreadful encounter to the back of your mind.

boo, seungkwan was now two minutes late to his first lesson. usually, he would try not to beat himself up about something trivial but it was the first day and that professor was like the Korean students most wanted for this course.

he took a deep breath and finally, opened up the door to the classroom. the professor cocked an eyebrow before seemingly crossing seungkwan’s name off his paper, motioning for him to head to the back.

seungkwan took a glance at the wide lecture room and just as he suspected, practically all the seats were filled. only two scattered ones in the back remained. he heads up toward the back and absentmindedly sits down next to some girl.

she had pretty, long lashes resting onto her soft skin, hair slightly in her face due to her head down, and her plump lips formed into a subtle pout as she was already falling asleep.

she's pretty, he simply thought to himself. but really? falling asleep on the first day? in this professor's class no less? hopefully next time seungkwan can find another seat, a better seatmate to be precise. they probably won't be prettier but he wasn't here for that, he was here to raise his (already above-average) gpa.

9:48 pm

"guys thank you so much.. for bringing me to the world's lamest orientation party." seungkwan remarks, clapping his hands sarcastically.

his long-term friend and junior here, mingyu simply bows his head in shame.

it truly was boring. the room was split up into groups of freshmen, sophomores, juniors, and seniors. the drink stand had the blandest variations of alcohol and the food that was getting passed out had already gotten cold an hour in, of course after playing what seemed like a thousand ice breakers.

"dude i'm so ready to leave." chimed up lee chan, a fellow sophomore and friend.

“the moment it hits 10, i’m out.”

almost as soon as he said that, the door opened up and a girl walked in. she wasn't exactly tall but she had the height to her, she was dressed in all black head to toe, her dark hair was neat and pushed out of her face, her features soft yet eyes sharp, clearly searching for someone in the room.

seungkwan tried studying her face but she walked by his table quickly, he swore he’d seen her before.

"i gotta get back to my table, but once this is over lets go over to seungcheols apartment yeah?" mingyu declared before getting up and making their way to the junior table.

seungkwan turned back, simply nodding before lazily clicking his glass with the slightly younger chan

"you know her?" he asked, tilting his cup in the girl's direction who was now speaking to some guy at one of the club stands.

seungkwan hated seeing someone he wasn't even close to multiple times, once he noticed you, he'd see you everywhere. as if you had taken a dip into his daydreams, invading the air around him.

yet he still studied you once more before turning back, downing his glass in one go and setting it back down.

"nope, she looks familiar though."

now you had only walked into this orientation for one thing: to get your friend and go.

"vernon are you done yet?" you whined, watching as he paced back and forth, picking up the remainder of his items and stuffing them into his black backpack.

"okay, now i'm done. let's go" he says once he slips it on and makes his way from behind his club stand, grabbing his motorcycle keys and twisting them around his index finger.

"finally, time to have some real fun tonight." you practically beamed, skipping along to head outside.

you stop in your tracks a few feet from the door once you realize vernon is no longer walking beside you but is now by a table, having a conversation with two heads of blondes.

curious, you sneak up behind vernon, resting your head on his shoulder. once you peer at who he's speaking to, you can't help but smile. the familiar face now trying his hardest to not look right back at you.

vernon senses this almost immediately "you guys know each other?' he raises a question to the both of you.

"no,” seungkwan reacts quickly.

"something like that," you reply, conveying your most impressionable smile.

he falters once he sees it but fixes his eyes back on vernon, "no, we don't. just unfortunately ran into each other this morning."

you move from behind vernon and closer to the table. "oh please, the pleasures all mine”, you retaliate, sticking your hand out to shake his.

he does, although reluctantly and you use that opportunity to pull him out of his seat. once up, you wrap an arm around his shoulder.

"vern, why don’t we invite these lovely gentlemen to where we're going?” you ask, completely ignoring the very confused and shocked seungkwan in your arms.

funny enough though, he wasn't making an effort to get out, for which he could've easily done. instead, he listens in quietly, a part of him wondering if he could truly let go just once tonight after this failed orientation party.

he makes eye contact with a very excited chan, practically jumping out of his seat, already putting on his jean jacket.

vernon looks at you all, a small smile spreading across his face.

"i don't see why not.”

"he doesn't see why not, and you sir? what are you gonna do?” you ask looking at the boy still in your grasp.

he looks at you, face slightly flushed in embarrassment because he realizes a few other students are now looking in your direction. but you don't budge, keeping eye contact steady, as if you didn't even realize there were other people in the room.

vernon and chan looked at seungkwan expectedly, he nods shyly and chan clapped excitedly.

"finally, let's get the hell out of here now, please. i'll text mingyu and seungcheol about this.” quipped the younger blonde, already quickly typing away on his phone and making his way to the door with vernon.

you smiled, taking your arm off his shoulder.

you picked up the glass bottle of mexican coca-cola from the table, presumably his as it was in front of his dish. flicking the already loose cap off and onto the remainder of his untouched food, you wrap your lips around the top. downing the rest of his drink, right in front of him.

seungkwan watched your actions tenaciously. he didn’t speak up, or complain about you taking it despite you had only met once before this. instead, he just watched as your lips like a galaxies edge, wrapped around the tip of the coke bottle, taking back the last sip of his dark drink.

“you know for someone who seems to hate me, you sure do have a habit of staring.” your voice caught him off guard and he quickly realized he had been staring at your mouth for far too long.

you let out a small laugh, going on ahead outside “i didn’t think you’d agree after this morning.”

“I didn’t think i would either,” he muttered, grabbing his stuff and following closely behind you as you left the orientation hall.

once outside, chan was already on the back of vernon’s ride.

you take your jet-black helmet off your handlebars and toss it to the boy behind you. you caught seungkwan yet he still managed to catch it effortlessly.

"what about you... no helmet?" he asked warily, surveying your bike as if another helmet would just pop out of thin air.

“don’t need one," you say matter-of-factly as you mount your bike. you pat the space behind you before revving your engine. seungkwan looked skeptical of the accommodation and situation.

"oh c'mon on, i'll be fine. don't tell me you're backing out now" you teased, revving the engine once more.

seungkwan had a clear scowl on his face after your remark. chan laughed at the joke you looked but before he could say anything, vernon pulled out of the sidewalk and sped off.

seungkwan was anxious, should he let go so early in the year, with someone he barely knew? he's about to toss back the helmet, but when he looks at you, you're no longer butting jokes or rushing him. simply playing with some stickers you had put on your handlebars. your hair was blowing in the wind, and the chilly night air didn't seem to affect you.

just for tonight, he thought to himself. he walked towards you and boarded your bike without saying anything.

"ah c'mon, handsome. you should know this, hands round the driver,” you say casually, foot on of the peddles, ready to take off at any time.

nervously, he wraps his arms loosely around you, a smile tugged at your lips. his shyness was charming.

you take off, following in pursuit behind vernon and you can feel his grip tightening around your waist. his broad chest pressed against your back. his heart beating rapidly but steadily.

10:36 pm

you guys arrived at the race tracks, vernon and chan already standing by some bleachers speaking to another group. you pull your bike in front of the wide set of bleachers, seungkwan hurriedly gets off the bike as soon as you stop it and removes the helmet.

"thanks." is all he says with a slight bow before going back to join vernon and chan by the bleachers.

"still so formal huh?”

i’ll crack you soon. is all you think to yourself. you hop off your bike and are greeted by a few fellow racers pulling you into hugs and small conversation.

"it's about to start soon, you racing tonight sweetheart?" one remarks. you looked at the track, observing its condition with a small smile on your face,

you looked back at who spoke, a friend that got you into motorcycles and the entire lifestyle years ago, jun.

"hm, what’s in it for me?' you ask, your gaze no longer on the track or jun, but behind him. seungkwan was currently sitting by the lower edges of the bleachers, a can of beer in hand as he laughed at something chan and vernon said.

you forgot jun was speaking by the time you cut him off. "actually-" you start, slowly starting to walk by. "i think i do have something that might interest me" you remark, a sly smirk on your face as you looked on the blonde boy ahead of you.

something about him piqued your interest, you couldn't tell if it was the feeling of a brand new bike straight from the garage or if he was a person you'd want in your life. either way, the feeling excited you.

you walk past jun and inevitably the small group that had gathered around you, ignore their confused remarks and make your way to the bleachers.

vernon smiles upon you approaching, wrapping a lazy arm around your shoulder. you pat his back but shrug it off, nodding your head towards chan who is sitting to seungkwan’s left.

"can i steal your seat for a moment," you ask, to which the young blonde simply nods. downing the rest of his beer and motioning vernon to go get some more with him.

once you and seungkwan are left alone, you sit by him closely. observing him carefully.

the moon above shone directly on him. It's like the solar system routed him his personal spotlight wherever he went. he was barefaced yet he still looked incredibly handsome. realized he had more beauty moles than just the one underneath his left eye. the blinding lights around the race track slightly brightened his face.

"are you just gonna stare at me?" he asked, taking a small sip from his beer.

he was shifting his feet uncomfortably and not looking back at you but he made no motion to distance himself from you, you were close enough so that your knees and shoulders were slightly touching, brushing against each other at any slight movement.

"just returning the favor from this morning, is that not allowed?” you ask sarcastically. seungkwan practically splurts out his beer, your sudden remark surprising him.

"that was you in the lecture hall this mornig?' he asked surprised, he was now looking at you, total shock over his face as he wiped off any small beer spillage on his crisp black shirt.

you ignore his question, finding there is no need to be hung up on the obvious for longer than it should be. a personal philosophy.

"i have a proposition.” you exclaim, once again not breaking any contact.

he nods slightly, a sign to continue with whatever it was you had to say tonight.

“i'm racing tonight, if i win, let me get closer to you." you bargained. seungkwan sucked in a harsh breath, it felt like all his words, any rebuttal or joke or even just awkward laugh he could've left out got caught choked up in his throat.

he searched your face; your eyes, for any sign of insincerity. anything to show you might be joking but there were none. you were completely serious.

he ran his empty hand through his bleached blonde hair, as if stuck in deep thought before meeting your gaze.

"whats in it for me if we get closer?' he managed to ask. words spilling together like he still didn't quite believe you.

you smiled softly, and without even realizing it, upon impulse, you gently poked the beauty mark right underneath his eye. he was taken aback but didn't physically back away.

he looked around as if searching for a hidden prank camera and it earned a laugh from you.

"you’re cute. it makes me want to spend time with you. if you allow me to get closer to you, i can make your life a whole lot more fun," you state in a persuasive tone. dropping your hand from his face but holding it up by his empty one, urging him to shake it.

to lock in the deal.

he looked at you skeptically but you could tell he was intrigued. he brought his hand up swiftly, shaking yours then dropping it almost as soon as it started.

you held back a smirk. too easy, you thought to yourself. you got up as vernon and chan were making their way back to the bleachers.

"pay attention to me well, yeah?” you asked directly, mocking his bow from earlier. seungkwan held back a smile, simply raising his eyebrow slightly.

vernon yelled out once a bit closer, "yo reader! you're racing tonight right? they're calling you." while approaching the bleachers. chan reclaims his seat next to seungkwan and vernon sits on the opposite side.

vernon was now looking up at you as he adjusted his beanie.

"hell yeah i’m racing, i’ll be winning too,” you say confidently, showing a small wink in seungkwan’s direction. the others definitely noticed, vernon just thought it was your usual behavior so he didn't say anything; no matter how bad he wanted to.

you jokingly salute the three before making your way down to the track, jun was standing by your motocycle ensuring its condition.

you thanked him and hopped on, adjusting the helmet. whatever shampoo seungkwan used, it smelled like him now, a small smile tugging at your lips. it smelled good.

"what's got you smiling like that?' jun asked, pushing your head slightly with an index finger. you waved it off, no longer holding back the smile.

"the fact that i'm winning this race." you cooed in a sing-song voice.

jun simply laughed. bringing down your visor. with that, he murmured a small "i know you will." before tapping your motorcycle and slightly jogging off the track, maintaining a closer position by one of the grid girls he had been flirting with earlier.

with that, a shot was fired in the air and you wasted no time in taking off. immediately creating a large gap between you and the other racers.

the cool air hit your clothes, keeping you cold despite your layers which weren't much if you were being honest. the smell of the track excited you, racing thrilled you. so how could a boy, you just met, also be this captivating to you? you drifted easily past a turn, neck, and neck with another racer.

the beaming and flashing lights around the track illuminated the floor, there were flashlights from people recording and screams from people who bet money. the endorphin rush hitting them even if they were just watching.

it all felt so good, even better when you created another gap, suddenly feeling extremely motivated at the thought of your deal. with another turn of your handle and a bit more seed, you cruised past the finish line, a gride girl waving a big flag back and forth, signaling you had won and the race was over.

seungkwan didn't even realize when he had gotten out of his seat. mouth ajar and hands up in eagerness as he watched you easily pass the finish line. a part of him was hoping you’d have won and right now it was extremely evident.

he watched almost in awe as you leaned against the motorcycle, as if you didn't just do something so incredible in front of what seemed like hundreds of people tonight. you looked so free.

was this the life you were used to? he wondered, was this the fun you’d wrap him up in? the questions already started driving him insane.

cheers erupted all over the bleachers, your group of friends recording your victory and jun jogging up to reach where you had stopped. your heart was pounding loudly in your ears, the rush from the race taking you higher than any drug you’ve taken. you smile proudly as you remove your helmet.

jun stretches up his hand and you high-five it before he pulls you into a hug while holding onto your helmet for you.

one of the grid girls made their way over to you, saying something along the lines of "congrats, that was cool' while handing you a couple of bands of prize money. you gave a small and firm smile, accepting the cash but carelessly tossing it into one of your small hidden compartments.

once it was in here, you tapped jun on his shoulder "watch this for me for a few, yeah?” you ask with pleading eyes. he simply nods, slightly leaning into your bike while pulling out his phone.

with that, you start making your way to the bleachers, another smile on your face once you realize the three boys are already heading towards you.

"yo that was fucking crazy, damn you’ve gotta teach me sometime!” chan exclaimed. practically begging as he daps you up, patting your back before walking by, letting out a series of "ouuu" as he looks at our bike.

vernons reaction was more tame but he was still hyped.

“good job.” is all he says, patting your head a few times before following behind chan who is already making conversation with jun. you swore chan could become friends with anyone.

you turned back in front of you, the real reason you had made your way back here in the first place. boo seugkwan was enamored, to say the least, but he would never admit that out loud.

you take his canned beer from him and down it before crushing it slightly, not breaking eye contact with him. he was practically putty in your hands by now but he was pulling himself together to the best of his abilities to not show it.

"i didn't know you were soo.." he starts, lost in words as he looks at you. he already knows you are pretty, but it's as if a new light is forming around you. the same girl he'd sworn he'd avoid the rest of his academic year just hours ago.

"cool? beautiful? absolutely incredible at everything?” you teased at the now practically speechless boy in front of you.

he kicked a few pebbles in front of him, now avoiding eye contact as he spoke up.

"yeah," he replied simply, honestly.

it was your turn to be caught off guard, you didn't expect him to return the same amount of energy you'd been playfully putting out all night.

"get closer to me all you want. i implore you to," he says looking up, no longer timidly looking at nothing on the ground. he now returned the favor of firm eye contact, carefully watching your reaction.

you tried to find words, but for the first time since meeting him, it felt like all possible formations or words were stuck in your throat. the fact that he had this effect on you excited you beyond what you'd imagine.

it makes you feel like pulling out your playing cards as well, you’d play your ace if it meant more of these interactions with him.

you simply smiled looking at the boy in front of you.

this was about to be so, fun.

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[quillkiller]

the bartyrosiers uni au sounds scrumptious and i'm just imagining the twins becoming like an urban legend around campus, they're THE worst case roommate scenario every freshman is wary of

i'm wondering tho, what do you think everyone's majors are? i always imagine barty stuck in law or politics or smth because of his dad

no literally!!! 😭😭 like people are making drinking games out of it, whispering line ’yeah and i walked in on evan spooning this girl… and it turned out to be his TWIN’ and someone else chimes in like ’oh yeah? i saw pandora kissing him before leaving and the kiss lasted TEN SECONDS’ and someone else swearing on their life that they slept naked together, someone else about how he’d wake up and hear them having sex…..

and like. it all spirals to the point where there’s just no way to tell what’s true and what isn’t…. which i think helps the rosiers sort of ?? like i tend to think that the twins actually do try to be careful and want their relationship to be secret, so they wouldnt actually have sex if their roommate was home and they wouldn’t actually sleep naked… but thing is that the twins are also terrible at understanding whats normal ahdjfjsjd. so the KISSING is true and the kissing always goes on for longer than a sibling kiss ever should… or like yeah they absolutely will spoon etc etc etc. so yeah there’s all these twincest rumours going around about them, but everyones also like aware that people are overexaggarating and making things up… so people sort of always come to the conclusion that Yeah they’re the creepy campus twins… but i’m sure it’s blown out of proportion…

and majors!! i think about this a lot…

barty: i always imagine him stuck in law or political science and stuff too… so absolutely something like that. i think he’d want to minor in english or litterature <- but i also dont know how majors and minors work and if he could get away with that with his dad……. but i’d like to think he does a lil litterature or english course. he’s just soooo rich priveliged guy who has no understandings of morals and he’s just so. wrong. wires crossed and all that…. so he’s obsessed with the twins from the start, perving on them and getting off on the twincest rumours going around Hoping and Praying that they’re true…….

evan: i love med student evan….. malpractive evan save me… save me malpractice evan…. him with his scalpels and notebooks filled with anatomy drawings and his deep psychosexual obsession with pandoras insides the two of them being twins and wanting to open them both up to compare where they’re similar and where they’re not…. i imagine he does a lot of drawings of pandora opened up

pandora: ive always seen pandora as a girl in stem…. i feel like it’s the closest to her canon career and how she ends up dying because of a failed spell experiment… i want her in lab coats and holding vials and doing explosive experiments and calculations etc etc…. and also the psychology aspect of majoring in a stem field… like my girl is SO curious about other people and how they work and Why they work the way they do. she always like.. uses her and her brother to compare other people to. like that’s her normal, so she’s fascinated by people who aren’t them. can’t fathom that there are people who work differently. both the rosiers have this sort of superiority complex.. to me.. where they’re just sort of convinced that they’re better than other people. more aware. on the outside of societal expectations and not caring about them. they’re like ’free’ or whatever whereas they consider other people prisoners of societal norms and rules.

there are only two people in the world who can stand them and that they can stand in return…. and it’s barty and reg…🤍

[totheidiot]

Adding on to the Light being sick thing a little: his voice sounds absolutely terrible. He sounds sooo congested [because he is] and has to blow his nose every 5 seconds [it is Loud]. Every time he can he's nodding/shaking his head/shrugging etc instead of saying words because 1: he sounds like his vocal cords got put through a paper shredder and 2: [secretly] his throat is so sore. He could just use cough drops or something but I think he would hate them no matter what brand it is

my most favorite thing in the world is to just See Light Suffering. i think the sickness got him Good like it started to develop around thursday where he woke up with his throat a little sore and a splitting headache. of course, this is light we are talking about, he does nothing about it, just chugs some water and heads to his classes. throughout the day, he gets weaker and he is coughing a lot. he has work on thursday so he has to go straight to the cafe. thursday is the day that mikami's and his shift coincide together and most thursdays, mikami will wait for him outside the campus so they could work to the cafe together. that day, mikami is waiting for him and they start to walk. light doesn't talk much because it Hurts To Talk. mikami is slightly catching up that he might be sick because his voice is a little scratchy and he heard him cough so he is like, "light-kun, are you okay..." and light is obviously like "i am fine 👍"

he manages to go through the day. as always, L shows up and as always, it's light that's serving him. L knows immediately that Something Is Up with light, he appears to be coughing a lot and his voice sounds sore. L comments on it and light tells him also that he is fine and luckily, L doesn't press further, just leaves with his order.

the next day, it's even WORSE. the most splitting headache, he feels terrible, it hurts to swallow and he feels so hot. nevertheless. he goes to uni. he barely goes through the day and luckily, he doesn't have work. like he goes home and straight up collapses on the bed and goes to bed. and of course, the next day, saturday. he can't even get up from bed and he finally accepts the fact that he can't go to work. he calls in sick.

also he is just like me fr. i hate cough drops so much, i hate every single brand, flavors of it like when i do have one, i get instantly better but i just never take it. can't deal with them.

[ryndicate]

Heatwave

Kirishima x fem!reader

Notes: I am here but also not here. Hitting the dash and running away again. Not a comeback, I just love grimetown and couldnt let the block party down:)!! @bastardblvd here's my "heatwave" submission. Very last minute, very improvised because I have had quite the month, but i gave it my best.

Warnings: we have an ex boyfie, some other slimeball residents make background appearances, make out sesh, manipulation, this is kinda tame and I'll probably add more some day but I'm burnt for now. This is future roommate!Kiri in his uni days!

"I'm leaving in 30 seconds with or without your gorgeous ass!"

Frustration boils across your skin in tandem with the sticky summer heat.

You stick your head out of the bathroom door and yell down the stairs at your roommate peering up from below.

"Give me two damn minutes to fix my hair and then we'll go—cool it, won't you?"

Mina sighs dramatically and leans against the open door with a carrying whine. "That's the whole point of leaving babe. Our place and every other place on campus? Furnace. Slime house? Paradise. Sweet air conditioned paradise. What's more important, ac or your hair?"

"You don't get it!"

You groan and slump over the counter, glaring at your reflection. Every inch of your much exposed skin is covered in a shiny layer of sweat. Makeup is out of the question because you're not out to look like a melting doll, so you really need your hair to do you some favors.

Every summer, grimetown's merciless heat has every dormgoer cranking their ac until it inevitably overrides the whole circuit and sinks every room on campus into the pits of hell—except the fraternity of Sigma Lamdba Iota Mu Epsilon, or Slime House as they call it. One of their frat is the secret key to keeping their generator and, more importantly, their central air up and running.

You can hear her lightly stomping up the stairs until she's in the doorway. Her crop top is damp with sweat, pink cheeks flushed as she throws you her best pleading eyes.

"I swear, I'll drown him in their pool if he says a single word to you. Deal? I'm going to burst into flames here."

"Fine," you grumble, tearing yourself away from the bathroom regretfully and allowing your much relieved roommate to lead you down the stairs and out the door and—

"How the fuck is it even hotter outside?" You complain loudly, squinting in the golden haze of the summer air.

Mina grumbles, her hair almost visibly frizzing in response to the awful humidity. "Let's just go."

It's a short and disgusting walk across campus to Slime House and you're halfway down the block to their place before you're already hearing the music and squeals and laughter.

You wince at the line leading up to the spacious porch. "I guess I took longer than I thought."

"You think?"

You glance briefly up at the sun, wondering how bad of a sunburn you'd get before the line eases up when Mina grabs your wrist and tugs you around the line.

"Are you crazy? The people in this line would kill someone for a cup of ice—" you hiss desperately.

Mina ignores you and pulls you past the glares and grumbles up to the porch where a familiar face greets you with a nailbiting smirk from his gatekeepering lawnchair.

"Good to see you ladies, nice day isn't it?"

"Naoya," Mina coos sweetly giving him a wide smile. "Any chance of some hot babes skipping the line?"

He hums softly, sharp eyes sliding from her to you and back, eyebrow perking in exaggerated thought. "I don't know, seems kinda unfair doesn't it?"

"Probably something to do about that, huh?" Mina nods sagely. "You know I have a pretty good in with Prof Nanamin this semester, how're your business Econ lectures going?"

Naoya's eyes gleam. "You know what, I think we can squeeze you in. Drinks are in the coolers in the backyard, upstairs bathrooms are off-limits, please no drugs in the pool–not after last time–and for the love of god," Naoya sighs like long suffering office worker, glancing up at you, "Please go talk Bakugou. He's insufferable."

Your face wrinkles up like you'd bitten a lemon rind. Mina quickly cuts off your no doubt scathing retort and with a breezy "sure thing!" And drags you into the house.

Your irritation at the talk of your ex is almost immediately killed and forgotten as wonderful goosebumps rise across your sweat-slicked skin as the central air blankets your body. You sigh and Mina groans in relief. On any given day, the amount of bodies in this house would probably be just as boiling, but compared to outside today, there's no comparison to be made.

Mina turns to you. "Don't stress too much about Bakugou. I'm sure he's plenty busy making sure someone doesn't burn this place down. Besides," she gives you a knowing grin, "you have other things to worry about. Like Mr. Sunshine himself."

Your anger fades completely as a mix of uncertainty and giddiness swirls in your stomach. You and Bakugou had broken up weeks ago, another stupid bitter argument lost in the wind and this time your foot is down. Crawling back into his bed again, as inviting as the presidential suite (and its owner) may be, is not an option right now. Not since a certain sharp smiled someone started seeming like his warm small talk was looking for something a little more than friend of friends.

"Still not so sure that's a good idea, they're friends—" you start off as you follow her to the backyard for something to drink.

"And Kirishima is probably the one friend that he wouldn't be mad at about," Mina reasons, popping the cap on two bottles from the cooler. She grabs an icecube before closing it and presses it to your forehead, which immediately begins to melt and stream down the bridge of your nose. You push her hand away with a chuckled huff.

"Isn't that worse?"

"What's worse is letting an incompatibility stop you from exploring an avenue where you're much better suited."

"I guess."

"I'm thinking about swimming," Mina says, eyeing the pool.

You glance at the water and hum. Denji and Power are chickenfighting Izuku and Mei; there's a handsome white-haired man in sunglasses who looks suspiciouly too old to be here resting on a duck floatie, and Yuuji and Eren both look like they're trying to drown each other in the shallow end, snickering and wrestling. "Looks kinda crowded. You also didn't bring a suit."

"Sure didn't," she sing-songs mischievously, glancing down at her shorts and crop top. "You coming?"

"I think I'm gonna go find an empty room to nap in, to be honest. It's too hot for much else."

Mina scrutinizes you. "You're hiding from him, aren't you."

"No." You give her wide, innocent eyes, squirming inside from how well she knows you.

She just gives you a look and a small wave, and you offer her a weak smile as you disappear back into the house and make a beeline for the stairs and a very intentional left in the opposite direction of Bakugou's bedroom.

You've been here plenty of times of course, but really only to see him, so you've not really explored the rest of Slime House, leaving you a little lost as you tried to find a room that doesn't have a sock on the door. You know there's more frat brothers than there are rooms in this place, so as to who actually lives here, you couldn't name each one of them for certain outside of Bakugou, Kirishima, and Naoya. Oh and Izuku of course, the ac benefactor himself.

There's a door hanging slightly open that you push farther to see is vacant and quickly shut it behind you. There's two beds, obviously a shared room, and the air reeks with a mix of stale weed and fabreeze. To the left is a rumpled black bedspread with pillows that actually looks inviting if it weren't for the tipped over laundry basket sprawled across it. It kind of looks like someone dug through their hamper for as clean of an item as they could get and then abandoned the rest.

The other bed is about as well made but at least no laundry, so ease past the stack of weights in front of the bed and you rest down on the red comforter, not even bothering to pull it back and close your eyes with a sigh.

The air vent is on the floor next to this bed and it kicks on so you let your hand rest off the edge of the bed, the flow blowing up your skin and you sink deeper into the mattress with a content sigh. The pillow smells faintly of sandalwood and sweat that you can't discount as your own so you don't even react.

Music pours dully through the door from the rest of the house as well as voices that mull into a drone and puts you in a comfortable dozing state. You're probably only a few minutes from falling into actual sleep when the door cracks open slowly and your eyes open immediately.

Self-conscious, you sit up to see Kirishima halfway through the doorway with a look of surprise on his face.

"Oh, my bad. Didn't know someone was in here," he says, giving you an apologetic wave.

"Sorry, did you need the room?" Your cheeks are warm in the not sun-kissed way at the thought of all those "occupied" rooms you passed on the way here.

"Just came to change my shirt. It uh, yeah. Don't ask." He scoots his way fully into the room and you can see what looks like could be salsa staining the whole front of his white tank top.

He pulls it over his head and throws it in the basket on the floor in front of the closet and starts digging for a new shirt in the nearby dresser. You can't help but notice the ripple of muscle down his back, and glance away. Red eyes glance at you speculatively.

"Not up for a party?"

You give him a wan smile. "Not quite that. Alone felt more comfortable."

"Yeah?" He twists the material of a new shirt in his hands. "Do you need me to go then?"

"I mean it's your room, I should be the one go—" you can tell you're being awkward, but it feels like there's nothing you can do about it.

"Can't say I want you to go."

You stare at him. Kirishima gives you a sheepish grin, scratching at the back of his neck. He eases closer to what you realize is his own bed.

"So... I'm no good at this. Cards on the table, Sero saw you come in and threw food at me on purpose, said it was a good chance to talk to you. I wanted to, to come talk to you I mean."

Butterflies surge in your stomach and an unconscious smile crosses your face.

"Kirishima, that's really sweet but..." You start softly and his face visibly falls.

"I already talked to him, you know." You wince and he continues earnestly. "We're bros, it's not like you never came up."

"I'm sure he had great things to say."

"Of course he did."

You give him an uncertain look and he just smiles, the edges of his teeth appearing. "Honest. Everything's fine."

"Am I supposed to be fine with his blessing then?" The sarcastic rebuttal shoots out of your mouth before you can even think and you immediately begin to backtrack. "Sorry, that was really rude—"

Kirishima laughs comfortingly as your stricken expression rushes to recover. He sits next to you on the bed, his shoulder brushing yours. "No its fine, I mean I'm not exactly doing great at this either. So much for Mina's touted 'compatibility', huh?"

You laugh loudly in embarrassment as a realization strikes you. "Oh my god, she's at the root of this, isn't she. How many of them are in this, pushing us together? Am I that hopeless? I'm not that bad, am I?"

He laughs, bumping shoulder with you. "I mean, I don't think so. I'll take all the help I can get. Worth it."

You giggle and nudge him back before flopping back in the bed, not quite oblivious to the way his eyes track your exposed skin. Feeling a little adventurous you nod him closer and a grin breaks across his face as he lays down next to you, propped up on his arm.

"Hypothetically, if I—

"Hypothetically, of course," you nod in humor and a blush crawls up his cheeks despite his confident smile.

"If I were to try and kiss you right now, how well would that go?"

"Hmm. I don't know. Maybe you just try your chances and see," you coo teasingly.

You give a shrieking little giggle as Kirishima gently wrestles you onto your back only to gasp as he presses his lips to yours with no more preamble.

They're warm and sure, eager even, and you're wrapped up before you know it, opening your mouth at the first hint of tongue and moaning as you feel a possibly intentional nick of his teeth. You can feel his excitement growing against your thigh and warmth is settling back into the room.

"Guess my chances were pretty good after all." His voice has dropped to a husk that sends a flutter up your spine.

"Guess so," you return, catching your breath back.

He shifts a little so that you're not bearing more of his weight and glances at the door. "It's getting pretty hot in here, I think we actually lost the ac."

"Don't say that."

Kirishima glances at you sympathetically before trying to raise the mood again with a theatrical wiggle of his eyebrows. "Could always lose a few layers to cool down."

You laugh as you glance down at your already scanty summer outfit. "You think so?"

He rumbles enticingly, with humor but exposed intention, dark eyes roaming your body before looking right into your own. "Couldn't hurt."

You worry your lower lip in thought, his hungry expression driving your thoughts and sending you down the road of no return. You reach behind yourself and unhook the clasp of your bra and pull it from your shirt under his watchful gaze.

Kirishima's eyes don't leave you as you hold the flimsy material out to him.

"Hang this on the door."

His sharp grins says plenty, but how quickly he bounds off the bed reveals more.

Outside the door waits Izuku, whose face brightens in question. "Is it working?"

Kirishima shoves the bra into his hands.

"Pretty sure this is worth more to you than the fifty dollars I promised. Keep the air off for another hour.... two hours." Kirishima whispers hurriedly before moving to shut the door in his face.

"What about Katsuki?"

The redhead grins. "Keep him busy for me."

[tupperwaretub]

Blood-Ridden (part 1)

Pairing: Joel Miller x (firefly) male! Reader

A/n: hellooo! Just a note to say that this is a TLOU fanfic idea I've had for a WHILE now and i really wanted to turn it into a series of sorts. Of course that depends on how this first one does lol. I put the pairing as Joel Miller x male reader as that's the plan for the series but this first part is specifically about the (firefly) part. Anyways i hope you enjoy 🤭

Summary: You lost your friend to Fedra at the beginning of the apocalypse and you're given the chance to get some sort of revenge.

Warnings: death, pretty graphic, reader developing trauma, read with care.

Part two: here

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It was just a normal day, you were in your shared dorm room with your friend Daniel. You and him had met two years ago on your first day at Uni, you've been attached by the hip ever since. Talking to him, being with him it was just... Easy. He made you feel at home no matter how far away you really were.

One am, one in the morning you were rudely awaken by a terrified Daniel shaking you. You jolted up in an instant, his shaking scaring you.

"y/n, Y/n we gotta go! Theres shit exploding outside and theres an emergency broadcast saying to stay inside, to lock all doors and windows!" He exclaimed in a panic.

"then we lock the doors and windows Daniel!" You argued.

"No! Y/n you don't understand people are going fucking crazy eating eachother we have to get as far away as possible!" He seems really shaken so you agree, you quickly grab your jacket and place it over your pajamas.

The moment you stepped outside all your saw was carnage, people attacking people, people setting off explosions, cars crashing. You drag Daniel to your car and frantically started fumbling with the key to start the engine, once the car was started you were out of campus in seconds. You were bumping into people but they didn't seem like people anymore, they were pale and didn't seem really there, like something else was in control.

Outside of campus was equally as horrific but you were so focused on getting you and Daniel as far away as possible you took barely any notice, or maybe it was your adrenaline getting the better of you. Buildings were on fire and there were explosions going off nearby but all you could think about was getting you and Daniel to safety, where ever that is right now... Suddenly you notice a car barreling towards you at full speed causing you to quickly swerve away crashing into a building in the process.

"Shit! Daniel are you okay?" You ask quickly turning to him making sure he wasn't injured.

"my arm! I-i think its broken!" He gasped out.

"Alright, alright. Hand me your gun. I'll keep you safe and we'll go on foot." You say turning to look at the destroyed front of your car which was now smoking.

Daniel handed you his gun, you'd never fired a gun before and you knew how stupid it was to protect Daniel with no past experience with guns but it was also better than nothing. You jumped out of your door and ran around to help Daniel out of the passenger side. You both quickly started running in the direction of a big field you knew of that lead to the highway, you could possibly leave the state if you continued that way for long enough, you knew it was a bad idea to walk that far with Daniel and his broken arm but what other choice was there really?

You were both running and running and running, you were so focused on getting out of there that when Daniel was tackled to the ground by one of those not so human humans it took you a while to process what was happening. When it finally clicked in your head you quickly reached for Daniels gun from your pocket and pulled the trigger. Not expecting the recoil you stumbled backwards and fell over but took no time at all to crawl onto your knees and over to Daniel.

"I'm fine! I'm okay" he says crawling to his feet, but you saw it, the bite mark on his arm.

"Dan.. it bit you." You say slowly.

"oh shit, it did. It's okay im fine." He gives you an innocent smile.

Suddenly a blinding light pointed your way, it was a soldier coming your way.

"hello! Hey! Over here! Please, we need your help my friend hes broken his arm and one of those crazy people bit him, he needs medical attention!" You shout towards the soldier.

"hands up! Put your hands up!" The soldier exclaims, you both comply but Daniel is unable to reach both arms up.

"your friend, this guy here? He was bitten?" The soldier finally asks, lowering his voice but keeping his gun raised in your direction.

"yeah, that thing bit me." Daniel replies.

The soldier goes quiet, reaching towards his walkie and mumbling a few things, then finally saying "yes sir." He raises his gun once more now pointing it towards Daniel, you couldn't figure out what he was going to do, it all happened so fast. It was so loud you jumped to the ground unsure of where he shot, you quickly opened your eyes and crawled over to Daniel. There was a bullet wound piercing right through his neck. There was blood everywhere, not knowing what else to do you tried to apply pressure with your hands. In the end it was all futile, Daniel stopped choking up blood, he stopped writhing in pain and the life drained from his poor eyes.

You felt tears begin to build up and you collapsed into your late friends chest, sobbing. You were grabbed from behind and dragged to a police van, you weren't alone in the van there were several mourning individuals in there.

The van began to drive.

And that's how you ended up here, knee deep in shit because you didn't want to haul bodies into a fire. Getting out of that literal shit hole felt like a payment of its own, but you still went directly to the line of people waiting to be paid for their days work. You collected your pay and applied to do it all over again tomorrow, then began the walk to your run down, sad little apartment in the centre of 'Boston QZ' QZ stood for quarantine zone, noone was allowed out unless they were FEDRA (Americas newest beloved fascist government, the ones who killed Daniel) and everyone coming in was to be tested and checked for infection.

You were miles deep in your own thoughts when suddenly there was a tap on your shoulder making you jump and giving you goose bumps.

"hey there." You turned around to match a face to a voice, it was a slightly taller man with dark hair and rough stubble. You couldn't blame the man for looking rough, everyone did.

"names Tommy, you?" He asked breaking you out of thought once more.

"y/n, my names y/n." You replied, feeling cautious but also feeling as if you could trust this Tommy guy.

He shook your hand making you feel slightly normal for just a second.

"you look like you haven't eaten in months." He exaggerated.

"jeez thanks, first impressions obviously aren't important to you" you reply feeling offended at his comment.

"yeah sorry. Look, come with me I'll give you a good meal, i promise." You dont trust him much, he could just murder you for all you know, but what the hell why not, it's not like you've got any reason to be moping about the planet, best case scenario you get fed.

"yeah what the hell why not." He smiled and gestures you to follow him. He takes you to what you believe to be an abandoned old hotel, inside were a good bunch of people talking in groups. Few turned to look but looked away again when they saw Tommy, these guys must be his friends.

"Tommy? Who the hell is this? I thought i told you not to bring strangers here, Fedra is gonna catch on soon if you keep doing this!" A woman angrily explains to tommy.

"Marlene, last time i brought my brother Joel here, now I'm bringing my friend y/n. I know we can trust both of them." He reassures Marlene, flashing you a smile.

"well is y/n being recruited or is he just here to sight see like your brother?" Marlene snapped, she seemed gobby to you.

Tommy turned to you.

"sudden I know, but, for a bit of fun you wanna try out for the fireflies?" He asks.

You'd not heard much about the fireflies other than FEDRA calling them 'want to be terrorists' and 'not to worry about them as they wont amount to much'. Anti fedra sounded right up your street.

"you're that anti fedra terrorist group?" You ask to confirm what you already knew.

"terrorists is a stretch and yeah." Tommy replied.

"i wanna try out." You say without a second of consideration.

"that was quick, you sure about that?" Marlene asked.

"anti fedra is who I am, not unlike most people they took almost everything from me..." You paused to swallow down your need to cry. "But unlike most i want to do something about it." You finished.

"well, Tommy seems to trust you so he can deal with you. He gets murdered its his own fault then." Marlene grumbled walking away, obviously wasnt a fan of new people but then again who is in this newfound world where everyone is stabbing each others backs to survive.

"alright y/n, this way. You ever shot a gun?" He said sparking small talk as you walked up a set of stairs.

"once..." You replied somberly, some flashbacks of the loud bang, the stumbling to the ground and the infected biting Daniel.

"well, I'll show you how to properly shoot one before i give you your own. Marlene is gonna take a while to trust you so I'd say take the time when you're still unarmed to get on her good side." He paused opening the door to a storage room and letting you walk in. "But for now I'll teach you a couple basics." He hands you a gun with a longer attachment on the end which you identified as a silencer based on the action movies you'd watched before the infection.

You stared at the gun in your hand, you'd never killed an actual person, just that one infected. But you had this incurable urge to kill, each and every last FEDRA soldier and anyone who tries to get in your way...

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A/n: that was longer than I expected it to be and sorry for any mistakes or crappy grammar i wrote this while exhausted,but i hope you enjoyed nonetheless 🤭

[allwaswell16]

One Direction fics that deal with self harm in some way as requested in this ask. You can find my other fic recs here. Please leave kudos and comments for the writers if you like the fic!

—Harry/Louis—

✧ Only You Can Be My Alpha by @wubwubnparmaham *

(M, 212k, a/b/o) Chance, luck, or maybe fate brings Louis to this tribe when he’d least expected to receive kindness and shelter from a stranger, and when he arrives, something in his soul pulls him to Harry like a raging river current. 

✧ Shake Me Down by AGreatPerhaps12 / @agreatperhaps12 *

(NR, 208k, uni au) Harry's new to college, fresh out of Catholic school and conversion therapy camp, and Louis runs the campus LGBTQIA organization.

✧ Undone, Undress by @angelichl *

(E, 134k, uni au) Louis' new roommate is shy, skittish, and flinches at the slightest sounds. 

✧ Baby Heaven's in your Eyes by @theboyfriendstagram

(E, 120k, high school) a sixth form!AU where Harry is the fucked up bad boy with too many problems, Louis is the perfect rich boy with too much money and their schools are right across from each other. They meet at a party and that’s the last (and maybe the only) thing they need.

✧ I hear you calling in the dead of night by Thelonelycoast *

(M, 72k, high school au) No one really notices Marcel Styles. 

✧ But I’m the Quarterback by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou

(E, 51k, 90s au) At True Directions, Harry meets four other boys and five girls, all there to be cured of their homosexuality. He has to find a way out of this place as soon as possible—Christ, he isn’t even gay!

✧ What the Water Gave Me by @larryatendoftheday

(M, 28k, mermaid au) When a mermaid crawls out of the sea and into Harry’s life, it changes everything. Suddenly he has a secret, and it’s a precarious balance between two worlds

✧ In This Life I Shall Have Joy by polka_stripes / @polkadotsvstripes

(E, 18k, religion) Assigned to be Mormon missionary companions together in Cortez, Colorado, Elders Styles and Tomlinson find a little more joy in their service than they anticipated.

✧ Ex Cathedra by @haztobegood *

(M, 4k, religion) Harry nodded. “Yeah, but if the Church doesn’t accept me, how am I supposed to worship God?”

—Rare Pairs—

✧ Not Your Fault But Mine by sunsetmog / @magicalrocketships *

(E, 127k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw) It's the beginning of Louis' second year at uni, and he's sharing a house with his four best friends in the world. This is going to be the best fucking year ever, Louis can just tell. The best fucking year ever.

[thegarden66]

Garden of Eden

Chapter 1: Call this # Now

Ice cubes melting in her Glass, a young boy tugging at his moms dress to show her a rock he found, someone ordering a coffee, leaves falling off the trees, raked together to perfectly frame the sidewalk by the campus cafe. Usually it was easy for y/n to listen to her girlfriends talk about everything that the college life of rich girls had to offer. But somehow today, she couldn't quite seem to focus. „Hey, are you listening?“ Cassie looks at her with big eyes „Sorry. I zoned out, what did you say?" she stirs her coffee and takes a sip. „I was just telling you how Rickie acted like a total dick earlier.“ Cassie crosses her arms. „I was thinking of going to the party without him today, you feel me? Post some pics of me looking good, just to make him jealous or something.“ she says unfazed. „You're coming, right?“ „Yeah, of course! Not sure what you're supposed to do about Rickie though. Hasn't he always been like this? Maybe you should just let him go.“ Cassie rolls her eyes, chewing on the straw of her smoothie. "Ugh, I don't know why I even asked you in the first place. It's not like you're known for boys being your speciality." She opens her mouth as to add to her rant, but decides against it. Emma gives her a nudge with her elbow. "Cass you're such a bitch sometimes. It's not her fault you're dating an asshole." Cassie looks down on her freshly done nails and sighs. „Yeah, I know. It’s just- I don’t understand why he's acting like this. He used to be all nice and a real gentleman but now all he does is get mad and bitch around." Y/n looks out of the coffee shop window and the conversation fades into the background. She finishes her drink, grabs her purse and gets up. „Its fine Cass. I get it, you’re upset. It’s just I-„ she pauses. „Im not good at this stuff. You know me. I wish I could say something to make you feel better but I genuinely don’t know what. I’m sorry.“ she looks at her friend with a tired smile. „I think I should really go now though, I still need to grab some stationary for uni and I shouldn't be home too late. Bye guys, see you later!“

Stepping out of the cafe, she takes a big breath, fixes her skirt and pulls out her phone, hoping the girls didn’t notice her obvious lie to get out of there. She types in a number and her phone starts ringing. As a voice on the other end of the line greets her, y/n smiles and starts nervously running her fingers along the hem of her cardigan. "Hello, I'm y/n. Is this the manager of Club Velvet?“ „It’s him.“ the voice answers „Amazing! I called one of your staff members earlier to ask if it would be possible to shoot some scenes at your venue for a documentary I'm working on. I know you have a small gig coming up tomorrow with a punk band performing and I'd love to interview some of the guests, film the performance and maybe even speak to the band. Would that be possible? If you want to look at my work I can forward some of my previous documentaries." „Ah, yes. The aspiring movie director.“ he answers with a sarcastic undertone. „Sure, that’s fine with me. Yes, my colleague already told me about it and you can film at our location but I'd have to ask the boys from the band first if they would be up for an interview. I’ll do that and call you back later alright?" "Oh really? That would be amazing thank you so much. I'm practically already waiting for your call back!" Y/n says, laughing nervously. The line goes silent for a second until she hears the manager breathing in sharply on the other end. „Yeah sure. You’ll hear from me. G‘bye" The connection cuts off and y/n stands there awkwardly for a second before she makes her way down to the subway station.

The way home goes by twice as fast as usual and as much as she loves to people watch while riding the train, she just sits there with her eyes closed and a big smile on her face, thinking about the upcoming shoot. There has always been this passion for people in her life. Learning their hobbies ambitions and dreams, what they do to pass the time and the things they enjoy. It was in high school when she discovered filmmaking and even though she's never thought of herself as a very creative person, capturing the world from her own perspective has revealed a new side of herself. Only as she walks up the stairs to her apartment in Manhattan her mood shifts when she remembers the upcoming New-Term Fall-Party. Y/n has never been one to pass up on a good party and surely it’s gonna be a great evening. Yet a quiet voice inside of her head is begging to stay home and she can’t understand why.

Either way, canceling on the girls would be easier said than done and the following disappointment and being excluded from any friend group activities for a week ist absolutely not worth staying home. As Y/n steps into the already steaming hot shower, it’s almost making her forget the looming dread of going out tonight. She gets out, curls her hair and ties it into a half up/ half down hairstyle. Because makeup has never been her strong suit, she keeps it simple with brown eyeshadow to accentuate her eyes, a rosy shimmer on top, mascara, blush and a nude lip that matches the color of her jumper dress ontop of her favorite bell-sleeved blouse. To tie the outfit together, she puts on black knee high leather boots, a matching bag and a blazer. One last check in the mirror, a quick breathing exercise and she is out the door, and as a small treat to herself, on her way to take a cab to the party.

Emma, Cassie and Julie are already standing infront of the club. The four have been best girlfriends since Highschool. They greet each other with hugs and compliments and make their way past the bouncer, straight to the bar, where Julie promptly orders a round of drinks. The barkeeper hands out champagne flutes to the four and Emma turns around, facing her friends, and tying her arms around Cassie’s and Julie’s waists. She sticks her head in the middle of the group and speaks a toast, yelling over the club music. „To a new term, hot parties, wild nights and my favorite girls.“ They all laugh, clunk their glasses and take a sip. „So are we gonna go dance or what?“ Cassie shouts. They move to the dance floor, shoving away confused first term students and making room for themselves, shaking their hips, balancing champagne glasses in their hands until they find a good place to stay. Four girls dancing in a circle, singing along to bad remixes of pop songs, forgetting the world around them. To y/n this moment is movie worthy. The purest form of bliss she could ever imagine. The effortless fun of dancing to rihanna with your best friends while pearls of sweat are forming on their foreheads. It almost makes her feel stupid about not wanting to go at first. After a while of silly dancing and singing the wrong lyrics to obnoxiously bad pop songs Cassie looks at her phone and gestures the girls to follow her off the dance floor. „What’s wrong?“ Julie asks. „Rickie called, he wants to meet!“ Emma looks at her confused „What about looking hot and making him jealous?!“ Cassie holds back a chuckle and shrugs. „I’ll meet you guys again later.“ The other girls exchange looks and Julie rolls her eyes. „I guess in the meantime I’ll go get some more drinks. I could really use a break!“ „Sure Julie! Y/n and I are gonna go check for a free couch in one of the lounges! I know one of the bouncers. Maybe i can get us into vip!“ Emma grabs y/n‘s Arm, ready to go as y/n feels her phone vibrate in her bag. „Emma wait!“ She lifts up her phone. „I really gotta take this call! I’ll step outside for a second“ she hurries outside while Emma looks after her, barely making it in time to take the Call. „Miss y/n. We spoke earlier.“ it’s the Manager. Her heart starts beating faster and she’s fidgeting nervously. „You asked me if you could speak to the band, remember?“ „Yes of course!“ „Well it seems like todays your lucky day! They’re free for a short interview but in a bit of a time crunch. I can forward you the contact but if you want to meet them you have to call this number now!“

[orionicchaos]

Boys will be dandelions

a genshin impact smau | kaveh x transmasc!reader

chapter 3 : who tao is on live!

Warning : JJK spoilers (Gojo pre-shibuya flashback)

6:38pm

[Name] arrives last at Hu Tao's appartment, wearing a white hoodie and cargo pants. Scaramouche and Hu tao are already setting up everything and Albedo is preparing the snacks. As usual, the first two are bickering over some dumb things and punching each other's side with their elbows.

"Hi guys", [Name] greets while taking off his boots. Sorry, traffic was a nightmare. "How is everything going ?"

"How is everything going ?" Scaramouche scoffs. "You let me alone with Tao ! They're being so dramatic over the placement of that red and black cushion over there and it's driving me crazy. We've been at it for ten whole fucking minutes ! And this bitch Albedo is not moving a single finger to help me put some damn sense in their empty brain."

"Oh my god, can you stop being insensitive ? The set up has to look nice and enjoyable for people !" Hu tao affirms.

"And "that bitch Albedo" is actually tired of your bickerings. I'm trying to finish those damn cupcakes you all asked me for."

The blond is sending the two his unfamous "be for real" stare, as [Name] giggles slightly.

"The fact that you didn't deny being empty-brained, Tao..." He laughs.

"I one hundred percents prefer being empty-brained than full of nonsensical bullshits like that damn bob-head idiot."

"Why did I agree to this again ?" And this is another desesperate comment from Albedo.

"Full of bullshits ? Bitch your whole life is honestly just a stack of deadass bullshits and at this point it's embarrassing to even look at you."

The brown-haired streamer gaspes and Albedo chokes on a laugh.

"Well, at least my mom didn't left me !"

"Dumbass yo mama also left you !?" Yells Scaramouche in disbelief.

"She died ?!"

"See ? She couldn't even support the thought of you and her living in the same world !"

"Bitch ??"

Well, things were going to be really funny, for sure. [Name] shared a glance with Albedo, and they thought the exact same things.

...

"Plus four ??? Are you fucking serious ??" Scaramouche's eyes throw daggers at Albedo, glancing back with an almost neutral expression. "I fucking hate you mate."

"Shut it and take those damn cards", replies [Name] with a smirk on his lips.

It's now around 9 p.m., and they have been at it for a while now. Just like Albedo pressumed, everything they did ensued chaos. To this point, two glasses have been broken, leaving [Name] with a drenched hoodie when the first one fell. He is now wearing the black t-shirt Scara gave him. Various accident happened in the last twenty minutes, including Albedo almost choking to death on his ice tea. And everything happening makes up as entertainment for two thousand and three hundreds people watching the live, as Hu Tao was reading the comments and answering them.

"What's your type, [Name] ?" They ask him.

"Any man who gives me a bit of attention and feeds my delulu to be honest."

"Damn, you're that desesperate?" Scaramouche laughs. "That's pathetic."

"Shut up man, you literally can pull any bitches on campus. Not every gay guy can say that much. Especially not me."

"Skill issue ??"

"Go fucking sleep on the highway."

"Ow, that's so mean !" smirked the indigo-haired man.

"Alivia said "oh no, he's gay. Us girls never get the good looking ones"", interrupts Hu Tao, still reading the comment. The next second, they play a red plus two card.

"Tao, I hate you", sighs [Name] while drawing two cards. "And no fucking red cards either. I hate humanity as a whole. Also Alivia, y'all girls steal all my crushes in uni. I'd have a stupid crush on a Max and the next day he'd be dating a Lily. I swear I'm not bitter though, I'm just bitchless."

"You should try using your pussy man", Scara laughed. "Maybe it'd get you someone."

"Like you ever got laid more than once a year ? The fucking audacity."

"Well I'm not bitchless like you."

"Guys, Laylo asked "what about a rich guy like me [Name] ?"" with a smiling emoji.

The smirk on Hu Tao's face increases tenfolds as the realization hits their friend after a moment of pure silence.

"Deadass who asked fucking what ?"

"Well Laylo-"

"No fucking way. Need a bathroom break right now bye."

Hu Tao bursts out laughing, and their feet swep away the stack of cards in the middle of their little circle. Albedo sends them a playful glare.

"You totally knew about that, didn't you ?"

The brunnet only smiles, mischivious, and that's the only answer Albedo needs.

"MOTHER FUCKERS !" resonates in the house, as [Name] yells in the bathrooms.

"Poor man", Scaramouche smirks, not feeling sorry at all. "Oh by the way he's definitly into rich men."

A few seconds pass as the chat goes ballistic, and quick and loud footsteps are heard. [Name] runs into the room and jumps like a mad man on his streamer friend.

"You fucking-!" He yells, as he begins to tickle Hu Tao. "Oh and rich daddies are definitly a kink of mine. And blond mother fuckers are my go-to."

It was the beginning of a long, long night.

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SUMMARY : [Name] doesn't know what's more disturbing about the stranger he saw at Starbucks a month ago : the undeniable attraction he felt or the baffling gender envy that still lies somewhere in his stomach. But he tries to just forget about him, because there's no way they'll see each other again, right ? Well, everything was fine until he suddenly started to notice stranger-without-a-name around the campus.

That, and the fact that one of the unknown's friends probably found the twitter account where he's been talking about him endlessly.

• forgot to say it but time stamps don't matter !! I'm too lazy to change each one and think abt it so yeah

• long time no see ! i actually have no excuse beside writer's block, sorry

• i don't know when the next update will be

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