#I’m not sharing with my roommates hehehe >:))))

[nani-nonny]

I stabbed my tongue with a toothpick :D

Well, I did say I was interested in a tongue piercing /j

[sweetlittlefawntears]

the grave ♱

au : i’m really upset cuz there’s like no good ghostface ellie fics … just ones where she kills ur entire family which is um. definitely interesting so i took it upon myself to write one hehehe i hope u all enjoy this one !

cw : fem reader x ghostface ellie, blood, murder, ellie is kinda a perv, panty stealing, breaking and entering, strap on sex, ellie is a bit degrading, slapping, (not hard), murder obviously but don’t worry i didn’t describe it in detail at all its just hinted at, intentional lowercase, that’s it i think uhhh …

wc : 2.5k ♡

౨ৎ ever since you moved into a new apartment in new york, you had been super scared to live all on your own. it was your first time living by yourself, just a freshly out of the house person making it through life and college in this huge city. and when there started being murders documented near your apartment building, you started to search for a roommate. you set up an ad on the bulletin in the front lobby of your apartment, and soon you were living with another girl who also attended the school you went to. your best friend dina had told you about her, and when you two met you instantly clicked. her name was ellie. ellie williams.

౨ৎ she was a very attractive 20 year old, with auburn hair that reached her shoulders, and eyes deep and green like sea glass. she had many tattoos, and was a deep and interesting person. but she had a secret. she was behind every murder that had happened in the past months. she loved seeing you scared over the thought that someone might be able to break into your now shared apartment and kill you or ellie, and she loved getting to be the one to comfort you.

౨ৎ every time you tried to talk to ellie out of going out at night, she brushed you off, insisting she’d be fine. truth was, she wasn’t really going to bars or the library or anything like the sort of what she told you. instead, she was plotting to kill her next victim. she didn’t just kill randomly. she killed people who were horrible. people who were sex offenders, people who hurt you…people who got too close to you…and more. she tried to not kill every night, as it made you too worried to be away from her for too long.

౨ৎ you kept up with all the murders, wanting to figure out who did them. however, you knew you really hadn’t the slightest chance, you didn’t even know where to begin. ellie thought it was so cute how obsessed you were with the person committing the murders. “you know, i used to think ghostface was hot until there was an actual fucking person playing ghostface where WE live.” you tell ellie one night. “oh my god, you watched the movies? you seriously think ghostface is hot?” ellie says as she looks up from the joint she’s smoking, pale smoke swirling and hazing in the air. “i said i used to think he was hot.”

౨ৎ ellie fooled herself that if you knew she was ghostface, you’d accept her for who she was. she just wanted to make people pay for the things they did to society. but she knew that was almost certainly not the case, no matter how bad she wanted it to be.

౨ৎ one night, before going out, ellie was snooping around your room. you were in the shower, softly humming to yourself, which ellie thought was so adorable that she was smiling to herself as she looked around your bed. she eyed a shelf filled with cubbies, all full of your folded clothes. she pulled the cubbies out until she found the one that had your underwear in it. she pulled out a pair of soft white cotton panties, with little cherries on them. she held them up to her face before shoving them in her back pocket. she continued to look around your room before picking up a small polaroid of you and dina. she kissed the polaroid of you before putting that in her pocket as well.

౨ৎ she walked over to your shared bathroom and knocked on the door. “yeah?” you half-shout, shampooing your hair as you peek around the curtain. “i’m heading out…” ellie says. “okay just, please be careful ellie!” you shout back before going back to your shower. ellie grabs her bag before walking down all 15 flights of stairs to get down to the lobby. it’s around 10:00 at night, and she’s plotted this murder for a while now. you had told her about a man who had assaulted you at a halloween party a year ago, and she wanted revenge on him.

౨ৎ she walked down the street, before slipping into an alley. she continued to walk backstreets, until she found the building where the man lived. she slipped into the apartment building, trying not to look suspicious. it was pretty late, and there was no one hanging around in the halls as everyone was on high alert of the murders. ellie slips into the man’s apartment and…well…you can guess what happens next.

౨ৎ the next morning, you wake up to ellie back home, already making you breakfast. you step out of your room, wearing cute small tight pink shorts with a lacy pink trimmed tank top. your frilly and cute socks on your feet tread lightly across the floor as you approach ellie. she loved the way you dressed. you looked like a cute innocent bunny. exactly the opposite of ellie.

౨ৎ ellie hands you a plate of toast, eggs, and bacon and you thank her before you two sit on the couch and turn on the news. you two watch the news, which had become a regular habit of yours to turn on. low and behold, the murder had obviously been reported and was being covered right now. you listen intently, hearing about how the man was found with over twenty stab wounds. “oh my god, i know him! he was a dick, though.” you say to ellie as you finish your breakfast. you take your and ellie’s plates to the sink before ellie speaks up. “hey, could you get me my phone from my room?” ellie asks, not thinking anything of this.

౨ৎ “of course.” you say as you walk over to ellie’s room, hair swinging as ellie stares at you whilst you walk into her room. you immediately see ellie’s bag on her bed. you walk over to her bed, looking for her phone as you see a knife sticking out of the pack. when you go to investigate further, you see that the knife is covered in dried blood. you open ellie’s bag to find a ghost face mask and more dried blood all over it. your mind starts racing. your roommate…? but, there’s no way. it couldn’t be her. it just couldn’t. you pick up the knife into your hand, turning it over and running your soft finger over the sharp blade. you don’t know how to feel. on one hand, you love ellie. but on the other…

౨ৎ ellie walks in. “hey, what’s taking you so…” she looks down at the bloody knife in your hands, and her eyes dash back up to your wide eyes. she’s speechless. “ellie…are you…” she quickly walks over to you. “i’m…this isn’t how i wanted you to find out, i…” she trails off, before grabbing your hand and gently but firmly pulling the knife out of your fingers. “ellie…i just…can you explain to me why?” ellie sighs and sits down on her bed before hiding her face in her hands. “i just…there’s a lot of bad people in this world bun, y’know? and so many of them deserve to be in jail but they aren’t, they…they have to be punished somehow.” she tried to explain through some slight sobs. “ellie…i..” you stutter, not sure how to respond. “i still love you, ellie.” you finally say after what felt like hours of silence. she looks up at you, eyes glassy. “are you serious?” she says, holding your forearm as your arm rests on her shoulder. “yes. yes, i am. i just, need some time to process this. but…i can look past it. i meant it when i said ghostface was hot.” you laugh, trying to relieve some of the tension.

౨ৎ the next night, ellie comes into your room. you’re sitting at in a little reading nook the was built into your apartment, with a view of the city from a window covered by a sheer white curtain. you’re sitting in the nook, curled up with a book. with she leans against the doorframe, looking at you. she smiles lightly to herself. “hey, ellie.” you say, looking up at her. though you knew she was behind the murders, you had come to terms with it. after all, she was doing it for a good cause…right?

౨ৎ she came over to you and put her hands on your shoulder. “hey bun.” she runs her hands over your arm, which makes you shiver. you shut your book before standing up to look at her. “not going out tonight?” you say as you look at her. she cups the side of your face. you look at her before deciding, fuck it. you kiss her, sloppily, which she loves. she takes your bottom lip into her teeth before biting softly on it. she pulls away, looking deep into your eyes. “are you sure you want this?” she says, still looking at you intently. “yes, ellie, just fucking kiss me…” you say as she pulls you in immediately.

౨ৎ her hands trail up behind you, rubbing your back with one hand while the other goes to cradle the back of your neck, still locking lips in a passionate kiss. she backs you onto the nook, sitting softly beside you, tracing her hand along your thigh, still locked in to the embrace. you would never admit that this was your deepest desire, kissing the person behind the ghostface mask. you were so obsessed with the case for a reason…you wanted to feel the person behind everything kiss you, feel their hands on you, making you theirs…

౨ৎ you felt ellie’s hands trace along your waist, as she slips them under your shirt to feel your soft skin on hers. “ellie..i want you so fucking bad.” you whisper into her ear as she bites and sucks on the skin around your neck. “shh…bun, i know…i know…” she says softly as she starts to take off your shirt. “this okay, pup?” she says as she reaches and tugs at the ends of your shirt. “yes.” you say softly as she swiftly pulls the shirt over your head before tossing it on the floor. she looks down at your bare skin. “no bra…?” she says, slightly surprised. “i’m at home, why would i need to wear one?” you say, rolling your eyes. ellie starts to kiss your neck as she rubs one of your sensitive and soft nipples between her fingers. you whimper softly as she pulls at the tender bud. she helps you move so you sit with your back to her chest, as she trails her hand down into your shorts. she slips them off before rubbing your cunt through your lacy cotton panties. “fuck, bun, i’ve barely touched you and you’re so fucking wet…bend over for me.” you immediately do as you’re told, bending yourself over onto the little nook, ass up in the air like a dog. you bury your face into a soft pink fluffy pillow shaped like a heart.

౨ৎ “goddamn, i wish you could see yourself right now, so fucking pretty, all ready for me.” she trails her hands down your sides before smacking your ass, leaving a burning pinkish hand print on the side of you. she palms and gropes at your thigh and ass, wanting to feel up every part of of you. “shit, baby…” she says as she unzips her pants, pulling out her strap. “shit- g’na fuck this pussy so good-” she says as she grabs a knife from her jeans, cutting off your panties before throwing them on top of her jeans. those were definitely now hers. she drags the blade across your thigh, not enough to cut, but enough to make you whimper. “i wanna fucking mark you up so bad.” she says as she drags the blade a bit deeper, letting little beads of blood pill on the knife. “ellie-!” you scream out as she drops the knife and rubs the blood around on your thigh. “fuck, baby, you’re so goddamn beautiful.” she brings her bloody hand up to her mouth before tasting your blood on her fingertips.

౨ৎ she grabs your ass before sliding herself into you. “you okay, baby?” she says as she starts to speed up her movements slightly. you barely mutter out a “yes” before she starts to speed up, thrusting into you, hitting the back of your gummy walls. you moan out ellie’s name like prayer. you hear her fucking you, the sound of your wetness and her soft grunts and moans fill the room. your mind is absolutely blank, only focusing on how good ellie is making you feel. she places a few soft kisses down your back. “you’re taking me so fucking well, fucking small pussy just begging to get fucked, huh?” ellie smiles to herself.

౨ৎ you felt her thighs brush against the back of your legs, fucking you just roughly enough to make you feel amazing. ellie’s hand shoved the back of your head into the pillow you were cradling. “i was gonna go easy on you, but since you don’t seem to be complaining…” she keeps up her movements inside you. “ah- ellie! i...im-” you moaned out, not being able to stifle your cries. you felt your neglected puffy clit cry out as ellie moved her hand to rub the sensitive bundle of nerves, kissing your back. as your milky white cum poured over her strap, she thrusted a few more times before pulling out of you. if you weren’t absolutely fucked out of your mind, you would’ve been embarrassed your roommate saw you like this, ass up in the air, cunt dripping and wet. as she helped you up onto your bed, pulling up a fresh pair of underwear on you and helping you put back on your shirt, she caressed your thigh where there was a scab forming over the small slit where she cut you.

౨ৎ “i’m sorry bun- i just, kinda got lost in the moment-” she said before you cut her off. “shut up, i fucking loved that. next time can we do it with the mask on?” you smile at her. “so i did a good job?” she says, like she wasn’t just rearranging your guts and making you scream and tear up just a few minutes ago. ellie gets up and brings you some water before you two cuddle each other.

౨ৎ “so…you wanna keep doing this then?” she says as she kisses your forehead. murderer or not, ellie was in your life no matter what.

♡ hai so basically this def didn’t turn out how i wanted oh well even tho i proofread there’s probably still mistakes sorry … i’m trying desperately to not make ellie sound like a stone cold fucking man during sex i’m really sorry bro it’s hard tbh i wanna make her dominant but also not afraid to moan and praise u when ur fucking help me 😭 i hope u all enjoy man i lowkey dipped my balls into this srsly ♡

[me-writes-prompts]

-:Friends to lovers(roommates edition) prompts:-

(AND they were roommates🤭🤭 enjoyed writing this ;) )

By @me-writes-prompts

Sharing everything including bathroom accessories, perfumes, etc.

When they start noticing their little habits and quirks

^^ “I did NOT know you had the ability to snore that loud but here we are.” “Well, it wasn’t like I knew that you sleep with a hundred stuffed animals!”

Movie nights and cuddling👀

Setting rules for each other but breaking them simultaneously, also.

Building their dream rooms together and bonding over the fact that they have totally different aesthetics/or the same one

Baking/cooking together and finding themselves in a heap of mess

“It just so happens that we’re friends but I have to say that you are a terrible person to be roommates with!” “It’s not like you’re my dream roommate!”

Playing hide and seek, except they don’t that they are both the ones hiding and expecting the other to show up💀

“You ate my chocolate cake, so now I’m going to eat your mum’s pie.” “I didn’t eat your chocolate cake!” “You have chocolate crumbles on your face!” “Oh.”

Silly arguments that have them rolling in laughter afterwards

Finding their friend to be a partner material after living with them for so long(hehehe)

[razorblade180]

Roommates

Stelle:Caelus!

Caelus:Yes, sweetie?

Stelle:I- what the fuck was that? *red*

Caelus:We live together now.

Stelle:We’ve been doing that.

Caelus:Yeah but now actually in the same room. It’s kinda like we’re house. We’re practically married.

Stelle:That is NOT how that works!

Caelus:You’re the one who told me my journey doesn’t end until the both of us reach the final line together. That’s basically a proposal.

Stelle:Don’t listen to me when I drink a six pack of Soulglad!

Caelus:So you don’t want to stick together to the end?

Stelle:That’s not- *red* Don’t do this to me. We just sharing a room. I have to see you later.

Caelus:*pouty* I’m just messing with ya.

Stelle:Like hell you are!

Caelus:Nah it’s fine. I’m gonna go game with Silver Wolf. *turns around*

Stelle:Caelus. Caelus!!!…. Honey?

Caelus:*whips head around* Yes?

Stelle:You’re such piece of shit. That felt so cringe!!!

Caelus:Hahaha! I’m just fooling with ya. *hugs her*

Stelle:Don’t try to be nice now! *hugs back* You’re a tiring roommate.

Caelus: Hehehe, “And they were roommates.”

Stelle:This is why we have separate beds.

Caelus:Until you claim your cold again.

Stelle:It was the Soulglad!

[incendiobrock]

Illicit Affairs {Chris Sturniolo}

Summary: fem!reader x chris imagine based on "Illicit Affairs" by Taylor Swift. (song lyrics are bolded and in red)

Warnings: ANGSTY ASF!!, language, mentions of sex

A/N: tried a little something different and i think it turned out really well hehehe + my requests are OPEN please send me some!!

Make sure nobody sees you leave Hood over your head, keep your eyes down Tell your friends you're out for a run You'll be flushed when you return

The house was dead silent as you tip toed down the hallway. Sneaking around at the dead of night was a new occurrence for you. You had convinced your friends you weren't feeling well and needed to head home from the bar early.

Instead of going home you went to the house of the boy you had been sneaking around with for almost a month. His brothers, Matt and Nick, had been asleep for at least a couple hours before you even attempted to come over. Chris had met you through a mutual friend and you both decided that things should stay between you two, no need for the public eye.

The shirt that you had worn out to the bar was now discarded somewhere on Chris' bedroom floor. His hoodie now hung over your torso, taking place of your lost garment, as you slipped back out into the night sky.

It was a long walk back to your place but nothing that you hadn't walked before. It was easier this way, or so you tried to convince yourself.

Take the road less traveled by Tell yourself you can always stop What started in beautiful rooms Ends with meetings in parking lots

Your car sat idle in an empty parking lot. Your heart raced as you waited for some indication that Chris was nearby. The late night meetings at his place were becoming too risky, Nick had asked Chris about hearing doors open and shut in the middle of the night. The only place he felt comfortable meeting you was in the confines of your car in a desolate parking lot. Away from your roommates, and away from his brothers.

A small rapping on the window made you jump slightly, cueing you to let the boy inside. He took a seat in the passenger seat, immediately pulling you in for a deep kiss. Words weren't usually spoken between the two of you, all he really wanted was your body. And so you always ended up in the backseat together, clothes discarded on the floorboards, the windows of your car fogging up.

"Same time tomorrow?" He asked with a certain rasp in his voice that always had you swooning. These were the first words he had spoken the whole night, fixing his hair in the rearview mirror. You nodded your head, watching as he got out of the car and began walking back the direction he had initially come from.

And that's the thing about illicit affairs And clandestine meetings and stolen stares They show their truth one single time But they lie, and they lie, and they lie A million little times

After months of hiding away in the car, you were finally back in the bedroom that started it all. Tears were flowing down your cheeks as Chris stood across the room, his hand over his eyes in annoyance.

“I can’t keep doing this Chris…” Your voice was weak from crying, the squeakiness made you cringe as Chris scoffed at your words.

“Can’t keep doing what y/n? You were the one who wanted this!” He said, raising his voice. The volume he was speaking in made you tremble, completely pulling you apart into a weeping mess.

“You’re leading me on Chris! What did you expect? You tell me i’m all yours one night and then the next I find out you’ve been seeing other people! You’re a fucking liar.”

"This never started as anything more than a good fuck! We agreed, 'no strings attached', remember?" He yelled, using his fingers to air quote. He was right, there wasn't supposed to be strings attached but you hadn't planned on wanting more when your affair had first begun.

After some more harsh words were shared, you were leaving his house yet again, this time with tear stained cheeks and no intentions to return. Normally you would try to be quiet, not wanting to get caught, this time you didn’t even try to slowly shut the front door, letting it slam behind you. He could deal with the questions his brothers might have for him all alone, since that's the way he was choosing to leave you. Alone.

And you wanna scream Don't call me "kid" Don't call me "baby" Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me You showed me colors You know I can't see with anyone else

After that night, you promised yourself no more Chris. A relationship was never supposed to form and you knew that now based on how he had acted. The hurt was indescribable and since no one ever knew of your affair to begin with, you had no one to talk to about it. It was your own mistake and you were reaping the consequences.

You tried your best to move on, talking to some guy you had matched with on tinder. He was sweet, loved the outdoors, and he didn’t have to hide you. But he wasn’t Chris.

“Come on kid, what are you doing with yourself?” Chris laughed, mocking you for being with another guy so shortly after things had ended with him. He could read right through your expression as soon as he had seen you two at the party, whisking you away and into a room where you could talk one on one. You felt small under his intense gaze.

“Don’t call me that Chris… And for your information we aren’t even official yet, we’ve just been talking.” You replied, trying your best to stand your ground and not fall straight back into your old habits. The way he made you feel just by being in the same vicinity as you never failed to take your breath away.

“Does he treat you well?”

Your nose scrunched up, wondering why he would even care after all the shit he had put you through.

“Yeah- I mean, I guess… He’s a sweet guy.” You stuttered out, not reassuring Chris' concern whatsoever. His body inched closer to yours, you craved nothing more than to be held by him again.

“You know he’s never going to know you the way I do baby.” Chris whispered, your bodies now chest to chest as he leaned in closer to your lips. Shivers traveled down your spine as you tried to refrain from closing the distance between you and kissing the man you had been dreaming of ever since you left him.

Don't call me "kid" Don't call me "baby" Look at this idiotic fool that you made me You taught me a secret language I can't speak with anyone else

A lot had been on your mind since running into Chris at that party. Though you never kissed that night, you still couldn't deny the fact that you were constantly thinking about him. Your little fling had taken notice to the way you seemed to always act dazed when he was over. He chalked it up to stress, knowing you had been working in overdrive at your job. Little did he know that anytime he hooked up with you, you were imagining he was someone else.

Things ended with him quicker than they had started and you felt like you were back at square one. Alone, depressed, and still longing for the one guy you couldn't have, Chris. Things in your life that once brought you joy now only brought a sense of numbness. You didn't recognize yourself, and you weren't sure who you even were at this point in time.

The hours passed by as you tried to fall asleep, a task that was nearly impossible for you to complete as of recently. You could only flip over so many times, trying to get into a comfortable enough position to lull yourself to sleep. When you were sat in bed alone and restless, for the eighth night in a row, you decided to send a text.

2:43AM

Y/N: are you awake rn?

Chris: wow what's up ma

haven't heard from you in awhile

Y/N: i can't keep missing you like this

it's going to be the death of me

Chris: come over then

you know i always have a spot for you in my bed

Y/N: be there in 20

And you know damn well For you, I would ruin myself A million little times

The next morning you woke up, tangled in sheets. Chris had his arms wrapped around your waist. It felt good to be back in his arms.

"Good morning," Chris spoke behind you, the rasp you loved so much evident in his voice. All was well and you finally felt whole again. You spent the whole morning sharing kisses, eventually turning into the afternoon, before Chris had to get up and get started on some work project.

As you snuck out of his house for what felt like the hundredth time, you realized that nothing was ever going to change. You would always be the one running back to him, no matter how many times he would hurt you. Because at the end of the day, you needed him in your life, even if he didn't need you.

You would ruin yourself a million times, just for the short amount of satisfaction you got when you could finally be "his". And so you did.

[domm1etae]

sent to tempt me - chapter three

chapter three: under pressure

chapter summary: Yunho struggles with guilt and confusion after overhearing Mingi the night before, but much worse is coming his way in the form of Mingi's friends

pairing: yunho x mingi

genre: smut (not yet but there will be eventually), angst, fluff, romance, m/m, non!idol!ateez, sub!yunho, dom!mingi, drama, coming of age, collage, religion

rating: 18+ (for the whole series bc there will be smut eventually) | mdni

word count: 2.2k

warnings under

collage, roommates, sub!yunho, dom!mingi, bad boy mingi and religious church good boy yunho same-sex attraction, m/m, teasing, dark themes, homophobia, self discovery, pet names, strangers to lovers, religion and religious topics, aaaand more will be added soon hehehe

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author's note: you wanted good Mingi and mean friends so here you have it hehehehe

Yunho didn’t sleep that night.

No matter how many times he closed his eyes or turned over on the stiff dorm mattress, he couldn’t block out the sound of those moans or the rush of blood that had accompanied them. They played on a loop in his mind, teasing and tormenting him with their sinful echoes. Worse, the idea that Mingi might be the one responsible for them kept creeping in, and Yunho hated how the thought stirred something deep within him. He lay there for hours, staring up at the ceiling and praying for morning to come quickly, so he could escape the confines of his own room and maybe, just maybe, forget what he’d heard.

But the morning didn’t bring peace, only dread.

By the time Yunho dragged himself out of bed, showered, and dressed, he was already a mess of nerves. He tiptoed around their shared dorm, hoping to avoid Mingi entirely. Yet fate, or perhaps bad luck, had other plans.

When Yunho entered the kitchen, Mingi was already there, leaning casually against the counter with a bowl of cereal in hand. His hair was slightly messy, like he’d just woken up, but his expression was sharp—too sharp for Yunho to handle right now.

“Morning, roomie,” Mingi greeted, his tone casual but his smirk anything but.

Yunho froze in place, his hand halfway to the cupboard. “M-Morning.”

Mingi eyed him for a moment, then chuckled softly. “You okay? You’re acting weird.”

“No, I—I’m fine,” Yunho stammered, grabbing the first thing his hand landed on and clutching it like a lifeline. He tried to focus on the box of cereal in his hands, but the weight of Mingi’s gaze was unbearable.

Mingi took another bite of his cereal, chewed thoughtfully, and then said, “Hope we didn’t keep you up last night.”

The words were casual, but the smirk accompanying them was anything but.

Yunho felt his face heat up instantly, his mind racing with a hundred ways to escape the situation. “I—uh, no. Not at all. I slept fine.”

“Really?” Mingi raised a skeptical eyebrow, his smirk widening. “Because you look like you didn’t get a wink of sleep.”

Yunho’s grip on the cereal box tightened, and he stared down at it like it held the answer to all his problems. “It’s nothing. Just…had a lot on my mind.”

Mingi hummed, clearly unconvinced, but he didn’t push further. Instead, he changed the subject. “Hey, by the way, some friends are coming over later. We’re gonna play games in the living room. Hope that’s cool with you.”

Yunho barely registered the words, his mind still stuck on Mingi’s earlier comment. He nodded vaguely, mumbling something that might have been agreement before hurrying out of the kitchen with his cereal in hand.

Mingi’s voice followed him. “Great talk, roomie!”

Yunho practically fled to his room, shutting the door behind him like it could shield him from whatever just happened.

Yunho barely made it through breakfast, his thoughts still tangled in the chaos of last night and the lingering tension in the kitchen. The whole conversation had been awkward, his nerves constantly on edge. The way Mingi had looked at him, that sly grin, it was enough to make his heart race in a way he couldn’t explain.

He forced himself to gather his things, not daring to linger in the dorm any longer. The thought of running into Mingi again sent a wave of panic through him, so he hurried out, barely acknowledging the world around him as he made his way to class.

Walking through the campus, Yunho tried to focus on his way to school, something to anchor him in the present. His literature classes were a blur of lectures and discussions, his thoughts perpetually wandering back to Mingi. It was impossible to concentrate, his mind constantly flickering back to the sounds from last night, the way his body had reacted against his will.

Mingi’s laughter had echoed through the walls like a curse. And now, no matter how hard he tried to push it away, the idea of Mingi—his roommate, this loud, charismatic guy who seemed to attract attention effortlessly—lingered in his thoughts. Yunho could barely focus on anything the professor was saying, not when all he could think about was the look Mingi had given him earlier, as though he knew something Yunho couldn’t comprehend.

The rest of the day felt like a blur, punctuated by moments of tension whenever his thoughts strayed toward the mysterious connection he seemed to have with Mingi. But eventually, the school day ended, and Yunho found himself back at the dorm, staring at the door like it might swallow him whole.

He didn’t want to go back. Didn’t want to face Mingi and the mess his own feelings had become. But there was no way around it.

He opened the door slowly, creeping inside as quietly as possible. The living room was empty, much to his relief. He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding and made his way to his room, desperate to hide away from the world for a few hours. The weight of the day’s classes hung over him, but it was the thoughts of last night, the sounds he'd heard, that made his stomach twist. He had tried so hard to bury them at school, to focus on his studies, but it had been impossible.

As soon as the door clicked shut behind him, Yunho exhaled heavily, leaning against it, his back pressed to the cool wood. His pulse was still rapid, his hands trembling slightly as the image of Mingi filled his mind once again.

Mingi’s voice, those sounds, they were still so vivid. Yunho’s body heated at the thought. He gripped his chest, squeezing his eyes shut as if that could make the images go away. But they didn’t. It was like they were seared into his brain, taunting him with something he couldn’t understand.

"God, please," he whispered, his voice barely audible, but the desperation was clear. He didn’t know why this was happening to him, why his mind kept wandering back to Mingi like this. He was trying to stay focused, to fight the urges gnawing at him, but nothing seemed to work.

He sat down on his bed, the cool sheets against his skin doing nothing to calm the feverish thoughts racing through his head. He needed something to clear his mind, to find some semblance of peace, but he didn’t know how.

Without thinking, Yunho found himself reaching for the small Bible on his desk, fingers trembling as he opened it, not really knowing what he was searching for—comfort, maybe, or just an escape. His mother had always told him that in moments like these, when he was lost, prayer would lead him back. He had always relied on it in the past.

He pulled his knees up to his chest, holding the Bible close to his heart, and bowed his head. "God, I’m sorry," he began softly, the words coming with a quiet, broken breath. "I don’t know what to do. I keep thinking about Mingi, about… everything I heard."

His throat tightened, the shame bubbling up again. He didn’t want these thoughts. He didn’t want these feelings. They were wrong. Everything he’d been taught told him that this—this temptation—was a sin. And yet, the more he tried to suppress it, the stronger it seemed to grow.

"Please," Yunho whispered, squeezing his eyes shut, his chest tightening with emotion. "Help me understand. Help me find peace. I don’t know if I’m supposed to feel like this. I don’t know if this is right."

A silence fell over him, thick and suffocating. The only sound in the room was his own breath, ragged and uneven as he sat there, trying to force himself to calm down. His heart pounded in his ears, his body tense as the guilt overwhelmed him. He could feel tears threatening to spill, but he didn’t want to give in to them. He was supposed to be strong, wasn’t he? He couldn’t let this break him.

But Mingi’s voice, Mingi’s presence—it haunted him. It was too much.

“God… please,” Yunho murmured again, his voice barely a whisper now, as if confessing the truth to the silent room. “I don’t know what to do with these feelings. Why can’t I let them go?”

The words were a prayer, a plea for clarity he wasn’t sure he was going to get. He kept his head lowered, his hands trembling against the edges of the Bible. What was happening to him? Why couldn’t he stop thinking about Mingi, about that night, about what he had heard?

The silence stretched on, unbroken, until Yunho finally lowered the Bible and set it aside, too worn out to continue praying. He lay back on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. There were no answers. Just confusion, frustration, and a growing sense of guilt.

His eyes burned, but he refused to let himself cry. Instead, he closed his eyes and tried to push it all out of his mind, but the images—Mingi, the sounds, the overwhelming tension—came flooding back. The feeling in his chest, the mix of guilt and something else, was impossible to ignore.

Since Yunho knew that he wouldn't be able to sleep now, he decided it would be more productive to embrace the situation rather than lie awake in frustration.

With a heavy sigh, he sat up in bed and turned his attention to the stack of homework on his desk, knowing that it was unlikely he would get any rest until his mind had a chance to work through some of his lingering thoughts. As much as he hated to admit it, the anxiety about his studies seemed to fuel his inability to relax. He glanced at the pile of textbooks and papers, wondering if diving into his assignments would at least give him some peace of mind. There was no point in lying there trying to force sleep, especially when he could be productive.

Grabbing his laptop and settling in a more comfortable position with his desk lamp casting a warm glow, Yunho opened his notes and started sorting through them.

But as he sat at his desk, buried under assignments and notes, the nagging feeling of hunger crept up on him. His stomach growled in protest, and no matter how much he tried to ignore it, he knew he couldn’t stay cooped up in his room forever. The last thing he wanted was to go out there and run into Mingi, or worse—his friends.

Reluctantly, he grabbed a few things and stepped out into the hallway. The sound of laughter reached his ears before he even reached the kitchen, and Yunho froze. Mingi’s voice, accompanied by the voices of others, was loud and unmistakable. The thought of facing them made his stomach twist in knots.

There was no turning back now.

Taking a deep breath, Yunho steeled himself and walked toward the living room, hoping to slip by unnoticed. But that didn’t last long.

As soon as he stepped into the doorway, the teasing started.

��Ayo, Mingi, who’s this?” a voice called out, followed by laughter.

Yunho’s heart dropped to his stomach, the blood rushing to his face. He hadn’t even had a chance to make himself invisible before the attention was on him.

One of Mingi’s friends—someone Yunho didn’t recognize—leaned forward, an amused smirk playing on their lips. “Oh my god, Mingi, is this your new boytoy?

As everybody again laughed another person added “Damn, Mingi, I didn’t know you were dating. Since when are you into guys like this?”

The words hit Yunho like a punch to the gut, his body frozen in place. He couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. His mind screamed for him to run, but his legs betrayed him.

Mingi’s friends continued, laughing as if they were in on some inside joke Yunho wasn’t a part of. “What’s a guy like that doing here? Is he your little secret or something?”

Yunho’s face burned, his hands trembling at his sides.

He wanted to sink into the floor, his face burning with shame. He stood frozen in the doorway, unsure of how to react, wanting to just disappear and pretend none of this was happening.

But then, out of nowhere, Mingi’s voice cut through the tension. “Yo, guys, shut up.” He said, not taking his eyes from the TV, where probably some game like Mario Cart was playing. “This is my roommate, Yunho. He’s just here to get something to eat. Leave him alone.”

“And yeah,” Mingi continued, his voice more clear as he shot a serious look to Yunho, “he’s probably just trying to disappear again after he grabs a snack. Right?”

Yunho met Mingi’s eyes for a moment, and he understood immediately what Mingi was implying. Mingi was giving him an out, a chance to escape without further humiliation.

Yunho nodded quickly, his throat tight. He grabbed the nearest snack from the counter and turned to leave without another word, eager to retreat to the safety of his room.

He collapsed onto his bed, closing his eyes and taking deep breaths. The anxiety was still there, gnawing at him. But for the first time since he’d met Mingi, Yunho felt…protected.

It was a strange feeling. Unsettling and comforting at the same time.

But he couldn’t deny it: Mingi had stood up for him. And maybe, just maybe, that meant something.

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[crguang]

okay, I'm trying to write a kafka fic, university au, but I cannot for the life of me, figure out what she major in. I also can't make a backstory that isn't overtly shady? or anything about a job or anything like that. since you're like the kafka simp™ do you have any ideas?

omg… im kinda ready for this wait. this is how i imagine it: a bachelor of music in violin performance where she has performance classes, composition classes, music history/theory, etc. she’s in the school’s symphony orchestra. she takes her classes very seriously despite her laidback, sometimes bored, attitude and she excels in them even though ppl never see her study. definitely a perfectionist who’ll stay late on campus to practice. i think a shady backstory fits her perfectly because she also has one canonically😭

imo it could be something like, she grew up in a rough neighborhood/city and had to do odd jobs to get by. she got used to it and doesn’t think twice about whether or not it’s unfair that she had to work at a young age just to go to school, have a place to stay, stuff like that. to her that’s just how it was, and she doesn’t feel any pity for herself. because of that, she’s skilled in a lot of areas but especially the not so legal ones; she shoplifts and never gets caught, she lies like she breathes, she can jumpstart a car, pick locks with whatever she has on her, likely has some fake ids (at least a couple) and she always seems to “know a guy.” people don’t really know anything about her because all she reveals is superficial and she’s very mysterious about where she comes from. she pays for her tuition so she tells herself she’s not there to make lasting relationships, she just wants her degree. despite that, she parties and occasionally has one night stands that she probably ghosts after 3 days… :/ i don’t really know about a job but she would need to have one to afford her tuition so i’m thinking maybe bartender or something 😭 steals alcohol from her job and lies to patrons to get more tips. she spends her time outside (either working, practicing, in class or just in the streets) so if she has a roommate they barely see her.

that’s what i got off the top of my head but now you got me interested in whatever it is youre writing, i hope you’ll share it hehehe

[infinite-hearts-333]

Tay Friend head canons and stuff i guess.

The beloved autism is currently mad at me and i am suffering due to stress and low social battery. What do i do to fix this? Feed you lot i guess lol.

Pspspssp @onyxonline I’m back at it again lol

Starting off strong with

Maya :D (now confirmed roommate and best friend heheh) @fishy0bishy

Maya defiantly is gonna be the one that gets the most spontaneous gifts, due to their shared passion for nature, and Tay’s tendencies to hand out any plant matter as humanly possible. She’s also gonna be the one, (along side Andri probably,) to slowly chip through the masking Tay does so that at least in their little group they can be a little bit more wild.

They would have defiantly met in the green house, cause ofc a magic school has one of those duh. Tay goes there when thing’s are a little bit too much cause the greenery reminds them of the bush of home, and well i think we all know why Maya is there lol.

Maya is the BEST. stim toy ever. Period. Tay would spend hours just tracing their finger along Maya’s wood limbs with their finger if they could SSSKSK.

Andri (support and enabler) @north-heats-stronghold

Absolutely calls Tay Dudelet. Like a mix of dude and dudette?? Get it?? (M sorry XD)

Lil silly man makes Tay very giddy and wild. They go crazy. I love the idea that Tay would eat Australian foods and everyone one is like. The fuck. Will force feed Andri fairy bread, and he will enjoy it /jk

Emotionally conscious enough to provide Tay a safe place to go crazy and not having to worried about masking. Which is excellent. Also provides correct complements for things that others simply wont catch, completing tasks they don’t like, doing something with confidence, speaking their opinion in large crowds ect. Very good for them yes yes.

LET THEM TRAIN TOGETHER!!!!! Really wanna make something where Andri get Tay to agree on training together and Tay all confident and chatty as a witch and everyone’s like :00000

My god, if magic does influence them outside of their ‘magic girl form’ and Andri can change his body heat at will Tay is gonna be ALLL over it. Massive heat stealer. Andri will never escape their cold hands XDDD

Drapes all over him. Or leans. They’re not tired! Just listening to you :>

Miguel (comfort- he did not sign up for this XDDD) @novalizinpeace

Was it because he’s (slightly) intimating so he’ll scare off people? Is it because of the big fluffy jumper? Did Tay sense weakness? Who knows, but now Miguel is now stuck with them lol.

Reread up on their bios (again) but honestly, he kinda asked for this position lol. With his powers, he’s literally the ONLY person in the entire school that will have even the slightest clue on how Tay is feeling with masking and repression (yippee!!!) at stages, even they don’t know, so it is excellent to have someone that will understand and not brush them off for being ‘to immature’ or ‘to emotional’. Probably looks like a sad kicked puppy to him HAHA.

They can do parallel play!!! More so when Miguel first gets there with his worries about ‘how good his English is’, cause Tay is fine to just sit and do their own thing, together :> No talking required!

Defiantly would hold onto Miguel’s sleeves if they’re walking together lol.

Miguel is not ready for when someone insults him and Tay goes apeshit on them haha. No one is mean to their friend >:)))

Rosa (bad influence lol) also belongs to Nova :> ^^

Met through Maya, and was utterly terrified of her haha. (Tay’s also bigger than Rosa, which makes it more hysterical.)

Resorted to bringing Rosa different seeds in hopes she wouldn’t bite them. And once they were more use to each other started bringing her native Australian plants, (which are apparently weird as shit to the rest of the world??? Y’all basic).

Rosa probably tolerates them more than other people cause their quiet lol.

Plant scientists! “This is a banksia. When the big fires come, they use the heat to melt the wax around the seed pods and shoot their seeds out once the fire is gone.”

“THEY EXPLODE?”

“… technically?”

[thoselethalarts]

𝓝𝔂𝔁 𝓝𝓸𝓬𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓮 - 𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓢𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂

(SSR) Birthday Union Jacket (Part 3): “Happy Birthday!”

(Scarabia Dorm: Birthday Party Venue)

Lee: Alright, one last question. Lee: “If you had to enter a different dorm other than your own, which one would you choose?” Lee: …Yeah, this one’s kinda a no-brainer for you too.

Nyx: Wha- Oh c’mon, am I really that predictable?

Lee: Kinda. But also I just know you. You’re gonna pick Ignihyde.

Nyx: …Yeah maybe I was, what of it.

Lee: Hehehe~ Like I said, I know you~ But I’ll give you this one only if you pick a second choice too.

Nyx: Alright, fine, fair enough.

Nyx: Well yeah, of course my first pick is gonna be Ignihyde. The atmosphere is chill, everyone keeps to themselves, it doesn’t get super-mega-hot like it does here in Scarabia… and the WiFi down there is INSANELY fast. Nyx: I’m not some kind of dork programmer, but I’m good with computers so I feel like I’d be right at home. Oh, and me and Idia get along well, too, so that’s a bonus. Nyx: If I had to pick something different other than Ignihyde… That’s just tough.

Lee: Well, what’re your thoughts?

Nyx: My first thought was Diasomnia, since it also has a similar atmosphere so that’s kinda nice… although, I think I’d go insane if I had to deal with your roommates. No offense.

Lee: What’s wrong with my roommates?

Nyx: Sebek. Also Vantablack.

Lee: Okay, yeah that’s fair. They both do get to be a little much sometimes.

Nyx: Savanaclaw’s too hot so that’s a no-go, Heartslabyul’s rules would drive me up the wall, and Pomefiore’s too prissy and also I am NOT spending any more time with Vil than I have to. Nyx: …I guess that means my second pick is Octavinelle.

Lee: Another shocker. Wanna be all close and chummy with your boyfriends~? Maybe share a room together~? Maybe even kiiiiiiiss~?

Nyx: S-Shut up! That’s not on my mind at all! Nyx: Look, like, even if they weren’t there I’m not gonna deny that Octavinelle has style. Their uniforms are a little stuffy, but classy. The atmosphere is great over there too. Nyx: Like, I already like going to Mostro Lounge to study sometimes just because all the windows looking out to the water and seeing the fish outside is just nice. I could get used to living somewhere like that. Nyx: I used to be on a swim team when I was in middle school, and if I wasn’t so ass at it I’d totally be into playing Blitzball competitively. Water just kinda calls to me.

Lee: You’ve got a reason at least for liking it, at least. I’ll give ya points for that.

Nyx: So, that’s it right? We’re done here?

Lee: Almost. You know what time it is~

Nyx: …I was kinda hoping you forgot, honestly.

Lee: Yeah right, like hell I’d forget! I’ve been looking forward to the “Gift of Good Fortune” all day~

Nyx: What, you want to see me looking all soggy and miserable?

Lee: I mean yeah, it’ll be funny.

Nyx: Mean to me. Cruel to me. Want to laugh at my suffering, cruelest brother.

Lee: Ye. Today I’m eeeevil, and I’m gonna get you!

Nyx: He admits it! Cruel to me!! …Just try not to get any in my hair, okay?

Lee: I make absolutely no promises about that. Lee: Haaaappy birthday, Nyx~!

(Nyx gets splattered! by a tinful of cream)

/ End

[fizzytoo]

🥞🌹💘 for my sweetie rua 🥰

kinda long so i’m answering them under the cut !

🥞 PANCAKE - what is their comfort breakfast? spam, an over-easy egg, warm bread, and some coffee. his favorite part is dipping the bread in the runny yolk <33 (mine too heheh)

🌹 ROSE - do they like valentines day? have they been confessed to before? have they confessed to anyone before? when he was a teenager, he didn't have any special feelings towards valentine's day. mostly bc his parents were strict about dating while he was still in high school (his older brother almost got someone pregnant and then NO ONE could date anymore).

he's received plenty of confessions as he grew into himself in college. it was one of those things where he felt like he needed dating experience to catch up to his peers to be considered "normal" so he dated around A LOT. other than adrien, he's only genuinely confessed to one other person and it was his college roommate. they dated for a while but eventually broke up bc of distance.

💘 HEART W/ ARROW - what traits do they look for in a relationship? do they believe in love at first sight? he admires people that steadfast and know what they want. he likes someone who's open, shares his values, and someone who's willing to communicate.

he doesn't believe in love at first sight. sure, he can be attracted to someone but if their first impression doesn't win him over, then it doesn't really matter

[jebewonmorelike]

i just came across ur account and oh god i love ur fics so muchh !! i've got an idea tho heheh 👀

what about a band member!ricky/matthew (or whoever LOL) x reader/oc university story where they became roommates by accident and suddenly, one day, the reader realized she had forgotten her keys at their shared apartment (is that what it's called? idk) while the m!lead is on practice for an upcoming school music event 👀

this idea just came in my mind randomly so like.. LMFAO but i hope you're doing a great day :D i will be looking forward for more fics from uu !!

👀👀 okay i have a huge conspiracy theory that matthew is a secret fboy but like one that is actually respectful and stuff… or i’m just delusional, that’s also entirely possible. but i feel like this could fit super well with that theme for him. like matthew is just one of those people that like everyone around him can’t help but cling to, so… and all of that camo? he literally is, i know i’m right 😭

but like… a super flippant popular, band member matthew that doesn’t pay attention to roommate!reader at all and then they walk back into their apartment unexpectedly and he’s in the middle of practicing a song that is CLEARLY about readerkakakwmdlwpepekd

okay you’ve got me 😭 i’m so weak i

[cloudcountry]

KJFKG Flower patterns hit different,, 😩👌 

I’m like,, half-way done with writing the family dynamic for Siren!Reader, but I was scrolling through random bits of writing I did for Loop!Reader, and I have to say,, some parts are kinda hilarious?? (At least to me, anyway-) I hope you don’t mind me sharing some adfhjfgh-

~~~

(Ghost Bride Event)

Epel hurried to Lilia, one of the many frozen students, picked him up, and carried him away like a cardboard cut-out.

“Oh my God,” (Name) wheezed as she unceremoniously dragged Leona’s frozen body to a corner. “Why are you so heavy?”

Leona clicked his tongue. “Watch it, herbivore.”

~~~

“But a student lives here? Is that safe?”

(Name) and Grim looked at each other.

“Well, no, it’s actually a dump. It’s prehistoric, a literal dust heap, nothing but a pile of trash. I feel like the floor could give out beneath me any second and I’d die, and I feel like the plumbing is this close to breaking apart. Grim and the Ramshackle cockroaches are my roommates, now. The Ramroaches, if you will. The roomie-roaches? The Ramroomieroaches. Either way, I’ll be honest, I kind of hate living there.”

Well, that’s what she wished she said, anyway.

Instead, (Name) cocked her head, forming her answer carefully. “It’s definitely seen better days,” she said. “But it’s not like it’s collapsing in on itself as we speak.”

“I suppose... Well, if you think it’s alright, I’ll take your word for it.”

Please don’t.

~~~

ALSO!! I love the new theme?! It looks so cool!! ^w^

Jackdaw Anon 🐦

I KNOW RIGHT?!?!? AND ONE OF THEM EVEN HAS LITTLE SNAILS ON IT :(( I WANT TO CRY A LITTLE TEHYRE SO CUTE I HOPE THEY DONT EVER GET HOLES AJHJGSFDHAGSFD

never EVER take a positve word about ramshackle. im so GLAD they decided to fix it up at the end of book six but for FUCKS SAKE crowley should have done something about it sooner. hes SUCH A BAD HEADMAGE. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO CROWLEY SUCKS!!!!!!!!!

also thank youuu hehehe i wanted to go for something softer this time :D !!!!

[blue-jisungs]

hiii first of all i love your new theme!! sad song ftw! also I love all ur works, you're such a brilliant writer and it's so cute i sit there and squeal like lowkey i become such a dumb sap sometimes cause your writing is so cute.

secondly im actually so sorry to bother you about this but i'm hunting for a specific fic and was hoping u (with your massive brain and also knowledge of everything apparently??). i'm looking for this 1 theo p1harmony fic i read months ago. it was a roommates to (implied) lovers au. mostly from theo's 3rd-person pov (i think) if that makes sense?

i remember there was this scene in it and theo basically went 'wow what an oddball roommate' but he didn't mind the reader's presence. took note of a bunch of small and odd habits - there was a list of the ways the reader laid on the rug, and he had like a whole thing about approachability based off of position on rug. it might have been a carpet now that i think about it. and the end was something about theo blowdrying reader's hair and the reader says something about their mother doing something similar, or needing to call their mother? i think the reader might have been female - but at least gender neutral, definitely not a male reader.

again im actually so sorry to bother u with this it has just been plaguing me for like 2 months now and i can't seem to find it anywhere!

omg tysm<333 i really appreciate your kind words, it means so to me<333 im happy you like my work heheh !!! i sadly do not know everything (yet) and i don’t really know which fic r u talking about (i also rarely read nowadays:(()

but i’m sharing this!!! maybe someone will help 🙏

[spideystevie]

💘 could u do hangman with the valentine's prompt: “see, this is the true meaning of valentine’s day.”₁ “box wine and enough candy to kill a horse?!”₂ “you heard me.”₁

me vs making almost all my hangman requests roommate au’s. pry the trope from my cold dead hands! anyway i had sooo much fun with this one, might be my favorite i’ve written so far hehehe i hope you enjoy as much as me <3  - [1.5k] | join the party!

It was your first Valentine’s Day with Jake but not in the romantic sense, though you heartily wished it was. You kept that to yourself because it was hard enough trying to find a tolerable roommate. Besides, you were almost completely positive that he had plans lined up for the day and they didn’t include you.

You’d prepped by stocking up on a variety of candies at the store and a thing of box wine. It wasn’t much but it was enough for you to indulge in while you ran a marathon of your favorite romantic comedies. 

There’s a whole spread of chocolate and other sweets on the coffee table of your shared living room, the box wine close by and your glass already full. The lights are low and you’ve lit one of your favorite candles for the ambience. You’ve cozied up with your favorite blanket and How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days queued up on your TV. 

The movie’s just started and you lean back, sprawled on the sofa with your wine glass pressed to your lips. With the volume a little louder than normal and the lights dim, you don’t even notice Jake coming into the room. He stands near the couch, arms crossed with his gaze on the television. 

“Oh, I love this movie,” his voice startles you. A yelp escapes you and you jump, grateful your glass isn’t as full as before because it would’ve spilled all over. 

“Jesus, Jake!” you scramble to grab your remote and pause the movie. He looks at you completely bewildered. You set your wine glass on the coffee table and finally look at him. You wished you didn’t. Where he should’ve been dressed up for a nice date, he’s instead in those borderline sinful pajama pants of his that drive you insane. It’s your turn to look absolutely confused. “Don’t you have a date tonight or something?”

Jake huffs, his arms falling to his sides. He runs a hand through his hair, the strands sticking up in the wake of his fingers. You try not to stare. 

“No, she bailed,” he basically pouts, throwing himself down on the other side of the couch. You pull your feet and blanket back in the nick of time. You stare at him, eyebrows pinched and a small, sympathetic frown on your face. He scoffs lightly, throwing his head against the back of the couch. “Stop that.”

“Stop what? I’m not doing anything-”

“-The sympathetic look, stop it,” your voices overlap, sentences trailing on top of each other. You purse your lips. 

“Sorry,” you say, sitting up and criss crossing your legs. His eyes are closed, his hair still somewhat standing up from when he’d run a hand through it. You blink, well aware he can probably sense you practically ogling him. Your gaze darts to the abundance of candy and the wine you bought. “You can hang out with me.”

He peeks an eye open, his head turning just the slightest bit for him to look at you. “Your pity party?”

It’s your turn to scoff. You lean across the couch to slap his arm and he bites back a grin. “It’s not a pity party.”

“Looks like one,” he retorts and you roll your eyes. 

“Whatever, you can go pout in your room then,” you say, reaching towards the table and grabbing your wine glass. You lift it to your lips to sip from it, mumbling against it. “Didn’t wanna share with you anyway.”

“I am not pouting,” he says over your mumbling. You raise your eyebrows at him over your glass, nodding at his folded arms and the obvious pouty expression on his face. 

He groans, rolling his eyes though he doesn’t mean it. Honestly, Jake’s rather fond of you though he tries not to let it on too much. Being roommates was a great arrangement for the two of you…if you took away all the moments where he wanted to grab you by the waist and plant one on you. Moments like tonight when he’d found you drinking wine and watching a romcom on the couch in your pajamas.

“Pass me a chocolate,” he sighs, relenting to sharing the night with you. You can’t help but smile with a silent cheer. He watches you throw the blanket off of you as you get up from the couch. The wine in your glass sloshes when you set it down. 

“I’ll grab you a glass!” you call as you head towards the kitchen. An entirely too soft, enamored smile falls onto his face as he watches you go. You fill his glass and yours when you come back. He offers to hold yours while you get situated back on the couch and you let him. 

You sit rather than sprawl this time and toss your blanket over both of your laps before playing the movie again and taking your glass from Jake. As it turns out, How to Lose a Guy is immeasurably more enjoyable watching it with Jake. It seems your entire night is the same way spending it with him instead of alone.

The two of you have emptied the box wine into your glasses and eaten your way through a hefty portion of your candy supply by the time Matthew McConaughey is chasing down Kate Hudson’s taxi on the bridge. A quiet, almost wistful sigh escapes you when he kisses her.

Once the credits have rolled, neither of you make much of a move to choose another movie. You’re both a little tipsy, leaning towards wine drunk at this point. Jake’s content to just sit and talk to you all night. He’s convinced he’s never had a better holiday than this one. 

“See,” you lean forward from your spot on the couch to grab another piece of foil wrapped chocolate. “This is the true meaning of Valentine’s Day,” you unwrap the chocolate and pop it into your mouth. The foil wrapping gets crumbled and tossed onto the coffee table. Jake snorts. 

“Box wine and enough candy to kill a horse?” he asks, voice a little sarcastic as he grabs his wine glass. You nod, swallowing down your chocolate.

“You heard me,” you say, picking up your own glass and drinking the last bit of wine left in your glass. His is still half full and you realize for a moment he might be a touch more sober than you are. At some point during the movie, you’d scooted closer to each other on the couch. So much so that his arm brushes against yours as he leans forward to set his wine glass down. He takes your empty one with it. 

Jake sits up, angling his body towards yours with his elbow resting along the back of the couch. You mirror his position, your head leaning against your palm. He smiles at you, nudges your leg with his foot. 

“Thanks for letting me crash your pity party,” he says and you roll your eyes again. A coy smile takes over your face, giving you away. 

“I told you it wasn’t a pity party,” you all but groan. He laughs a little and you’re only semi-aware of his face shifting closer to yours. His eyes dart to your lips and back up, so quick you blink and almost miss it.

“Was way more fun spending it with you,” his voice has gotten softer, a little huskier though that could just be from the wine. Your lips soften into a small smile, your gaze falling to your lap briefly. A shyness seems to take hold of you. 

“Yeah?” you breathe out, looking back up at him. He nods once, a low hum hanging in his throat. You’re not sure which one of you makes the first initial move. At first, you think it was Jake but in actuality, you realize it might’ve been you. 

Your face had surged forward, your lips meeting his in a slow kiss. His hand not on the back of the couch lifts up to hold the side of your face. You lean into it, your head tilting as the kiss seems to deepen. He tastes like chocolate and box wine. The corners of your lips curve up slightly and your arm that’d been supporting your head comes to wrap around his neck. 

You’re leaning against him, borderline sitting in his lap at this point. It hardly registers in your mind that you’re making out on the couch with your roommate of all people. In every scenario you’d run through tonight, you hadn’t anticipated this being the outcome. 

Jake pulls back, lips a little swollen and slick. You’re sure yours are the same, your chest heaving against his. It’s quiet, the only sounds being your labored breathing. He looks at you with something close to a smirk on his face. 

“Maybe that was the true meaning of Valentine’s Day,” he jokes and you laugh in spite of yourself. He can’t help but press his lips back to yours, swallowing the sound of your laughter. You find yourself falling in love with the feeling of his grin pressed against yours. 

[babyboibucky]

Project V

Pairing: College!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You ask Bucky a favor of a lifetime.

Word Count: 4,233

Warnings: SMUT hehehe

A/N: This was supposed to be short but I enjoyed writing their banter wayyyy too much. And oh, this isn’t a friend to lovers trope lol and I have no plans for a second part to this. It is what is is for these two ;)

Edit: Will be doing ficlets for this AU every once in a while! Check out the first one linked below!

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“You want me to what?”

Your best friend, Bucky choked on his own spit upon hearing your question. His eyes were as wide as saucers as he stared at you in disbelief, you didn’t even know his eyes could get that big.

The sun was high up in the sky, it was barely noon and the two of you were simply walking into the campus when you asked him such favor. Bucky almost wondered whether you were drunk to even think of that.

“You want me to what?” Bucky repeated when you didn’t say anything, his elbow nudging your side as the two of you continued to walk along the pavement.

Letting out a sigh, you shrugged and repeated your favor with utter nonchalance.

“I want you to take my v-card. You know, my virginity?” You said, annoyed that he couldn’t seem to comprehend your simple request.

Bucky stopped in his tracks and tugged your shirt, pulling you back when you didn’t stop walking. His face was the epitome of confusion with his forehead creased, brows furrowed and lips open agape.

“Is there no other way for you to say that without making me cringe?” He asked.

Rolling your eyes, you groaned. “What did you want me to say? ‘Bucky, deflower me with your magic stick’?” You said sarcastically.

Bucky gagged at your words and shuddered. “But why? Why the fuck would you even consider that?” He asked. He simply couldn’t understand why.

You continued walking ahead and slowed down your pace until Bucky decided to catch up. “We’re graduating from college in less than a year and I’ve heard you boast about your bedroom skills. I don’t wanna leave college without getting fucked, Bucky. And since I’m still single and probably will be for the next few months, I put two and two and voila!”

Bucky snickered, “You gotta be kidding me.” He said.

“Why? Scared that I might find out that your dick ain’t working well?” You teased, narrowing your eyes at Bucky.

He snorted, “Umm excuse me, this dick is the best dick that you’ll ever have. I just don’t want to ruin other guys for you.” He boasted, shrugging his shoulders.

“Then do me the favor.” You said, as a matter-of-factly.

Bucky turned to you with a smirk, the kind that made any girl on the receiving end, bend down on their knees for him. You were going to admit it, that look made your insides churn. In a good way.

“Oh, I’ll do you alright. When do you want it to happen?” He finally asked.

You stopped walking again and fist pumped in victory. “Friday night. At your dorm. And please, don’t make it weird with romantic gestures. I just wanna get fucked real good.”

“Well, if that’s the case then it’s a deal. Let’s shake on it to make it official.” Bucky said.

The two of you did your signature high-five to seal the deal.

-

You knocked on Bucky’s room and let out a sigh when it took him quite a while to open it. Although it was going to be your first time, you weren’t really nervous about it. Besides, you trusted Bucky and if there’s any guy you won’t regret having sex with, it would be him.

There were a few noises from inside that made you roll your eyes. The door finally opened, revealing a flustered Bucky with an awkward smile plastered on his face.

“The fuck took you so long?” You huffed out and stepped inside, surprised at how neat his dorm looked like.

His roommate Steve had always been organized but seeing Bucky’s side of the room all neat? It was a sigh to behold. You looked at your best friend with a stoic look, “Why’d you clean?”

Bucky closed the door and locked it, running his fingers through his hair as he shrugged. “I just wanted to.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Fine, I cleaned. I didn’t want you to think I’m disgusting.” he reasoned out.

You stared at him pointedly, “I don’t care about that shit, I’m just here to get fucked. Besides, I’m used to your mess. I said don’t make it weird, jesus.”

Bucky groaned, “You asking me to fuck you is weird in its entirety. How can I not make things weird?!” He complained.

You sat on his bed and unzipped your jacket, revealing a bottle of tequila hidden beneath. “This is how we make things not weird.”

Two shots later and Bucky was finally loosening up to the idea of being the one to take your virginity. He prepared for this to be honest, forced asked Steve to stay over at Peggy’s for the weekend and worked out immediately right after formalizing the deal.

“Do we have rules?” He asked.

“We’ll stay best friends after this. No weird feelings or whatever.” You told him to which he nodded in agreement.

“And just please do your best to make my first time good.” You whined.

Bucky craned his neck and stretched out his arms, “Alright, okay. I got this.” He said. “You ready?” He asked you.

You inhaled and let out a long breath, “Yeah, okay let’s do this.”

Bucky started by leaning in, placing a hand on your neck as he did so. You were ready for a kiss but he immediately stopped before you could even close your eyes.

“Do you know how—“

“I’ve made out with guys, Bucky. Jesus christ, I’m not that inexperienced.” You explained before looking at Bucky expectantly, urging him to continue.

“Should we drink again?” he proposed, obviously still feeling awkward.

“Fuck no, I don’t wanna do this drunk. I want to remember my first time, idiot. Can you just...” you groaned. “Just kiss me?” you asked, well, more like commanded.

Bucky apologized before deciding to just go for it. Snaking his hand back to your neck, he leaned in and kisses your lips. He started off slow and gentle, trying to get a feel of how you liked to be kissed. Bucky was definitely weirded out for kissing you, his best friend that he had known since first grade. Surprisingly, you were good at kissing, like really really good and this spurred Bucky to level up by taking your lower lip in between his teeth.

A small whine escaped your parted lips, allowing Bucky to slide his tongue into your mouth. You let out another whimper when you felt his tongue on yours, your hands falling onto Bucky’s thighs for leverage.

Just as when the kiss was starting to get heated, Bucky pulled away slightly before gazing down at your chest.

“Can I touch your boob?” He asked breathlessly.

And there goes the momentum.

“Oh my god, Bucky. You sound like a fucking virgin. And that’s coming from me, an actual virgin.” You said with disappointment.

“I’m sorry! It’s just... it’s not that I find you unattractive. You’re my best friend and I just don’t want to disrespect you!” He reasoned out.

As much as you wanted to get annoyed, you found Bucky really sweet for considering that. But good god, you’ve been wanting to get fucked and respect was the last thing on your mind right now.

“By all means, Bucky...please disrespect me and fuck me because my pussy’s been wet since this morning and I’m about to explode if you still don’t do anything.” You said exasperatedly.

Your vulgar words were all that Bucky needed because as soon you were done complaining, he wasted no time to grab your face to kiss you. This time, it was all teeth and tongue and you weren’t complaining. This was the kind of performance that you were expecting from Bucky and finally he was giving it to you.

One of his hands moved to cradle your head while his other slide down to your waist, moving you to straddle his lap as he sat on his bed. You let out a soft squeal when you felt the tent in his pants rub against your crotch, causing you to grab onto Bucky’s wide shoulders.

“Fuck, you’re already hard.” You panted against Bucky’s lips.

“Yeah well, I just realized you aren’t wearing a bra.” He responded before fisting the hem of your shirt, bunching it up until you lifted your arms up so he could remove it.

Bucky wasted no time to bend forward, taking a nipple into his mouth making you moan out loud.

“Hoooly fuck, Bucky. That feels so good.” You pant, pushing your breasts forward as you thread your fingers into Bucky’s hair.

Your body trembled from pleasure as Bucky continued to lap at your breast, his hand coming up to palm the other before tweaking your nipple in between his thumb and index finger. Unknowingly, you started rutting your hips against Bucky’s crotch, seeking friction to relieve the growing throb in your core.

Bucky lifted you up off from him and laid you down on his bed as he left kisses from your neck down to the valley of your breasts until he reached your stomach. He unzipped your shorts and pulled it down together with your soaked underwear, groaning at the sight of your glistening pussy.

“Fuuuccckkk...” he rasped out, nipping the insides of your thighs as he pressed them down with his palms, opening you up to him.

“Have you ever been eaten out?” He asked, nudging his nose onto the skin of your bikini line.

You swallowed hard and shook your head, chest heaving as you anticipated for Bucky’s next move. “No.” You answered breathily and threw an arm over your eyes.

“Hold tight.” It was the last thing your brain was able to comprehend because Bucky immediately licked your entrance up until he reached your clit, circling it with the tip of his tongue making your toes curl.

“Ohhhh my god...” you moaned, your back involuntarily arching from the bed.

You felt Bucky’s lips curl into a smirk against your sensitive folds, almost wanting to smack his head for his cockiness. But then again, this was the reason why you wanted your first time to be with him. You’ve heard your friends share stories about how their first time went and majority ended up being either a huge let down or downright scary. You didn’t want your first time story to be like theirs so it was only right for you to ask Bucky a favor of a lifetime.

And so far, you weren’t regretting it one bit. Well, save maybe for what could happen afterwards. Whether this would affect your friendship with Bucky but right now, all you could focus on was how his tongue was skillfully fucking your cunt.

Your eyes popped open when you felt a finger prod at your entrance, your hand quickly grabbing Bucky’s wrist to stop him from further pushing a finger in.

“Wait, I’ve never been fingered.” You admitted, bringing your body up and leaning back against your elbows.

Bucky looked up at you and the scene was straight out of those female POV porn you’ve watched. His hair was sticking up in different directions, face in between your legs and his lips glistening with your juices. Your eyes almost rolled back into your head at the sight.

“You mean you never tried fingering yourself?” He asked, turning his head to press an open-mouthed kiss onto your thigh.

You shook your head, “I tried but it kinda hurts?” You told him meekly.

Bucky grinned before crawling up your body until his face was inches away from yours. He pressed a soft kiss on your lips. “Lay back.” He said, voice rough and low, leaving goosebumps in your wake.

Following Bucky’s order, you lay down on his bed and relax as he positioned himself on his side. He began kissing your ear, sucking your lobe as his hand went down to your pussy, spreading your lips open.

“Just relax, okay? Can’t fuck you with my cock just yet, gotta make sure you can take it.” He whispered into your ear.

Bucky started rubbing your pussy, spreading your wetness around before slowly pushing a finger in. You winced in pain, grabbing Bucky’s wrist to slow him down.

“You can take it, just relax.” He coaxed and you nodded, turning your head to kiss him.

Bucky returned the kiss, helping take your mind off of the way he was pushing in his finger until he was knuckle-deep into your pussy. There was a slight sting but bearable enough for you to let him continue with his movements. You felt his finger slide out and then back in with ease, the pain slowly transforming into a different kind of pleasure as he went on. Next thing you know, your hips were already moving to meet Bucky’s finger.

“Gonna add in another one, okay?” He breathed into your lips before biting your lower lip.

“Ow, ow, ow!” You cried out and slapped Bucky’s hand away from your pussy when he tried to insert another finger without even slowing down.

“The fuck, Bucky! Slow down, sweet jesus...” you snapped, frowning when Bucky responded with a chuckle.

“Sorry! I’m losing my patience here, I want to finger fuck you so bad.” He admitted, whispering another apology against your lips.

You relaxed and let Bucky rub your pussy again, gathering your wetness and pushing a finger in. A few more pumps and he carefully inserted another finger, swallowing the whimpers coming out of your mouth.

You stiffened a bit, biting your lip as you tried to ignore the stretch that you were feeling. “You good?” Bucky asked, waiting for you to nod before fully pushing his fingers in.

His movements were slow and careful then, helping you adjust to the stretch of having two of his fingers pump in and out of your pussy. Soon enough, you were moaning against Bucky’s lips as he increased the pace of his fingers. You could hear how wet you were and you never really thought it was possible for you to be this soaked. All the times you touched yourself, you got pretty wet...but not this wet. When Bucky said that he fingered like a god, you laughed at his face but now, fuck. He really wasn’t lying about it.

“Fuck, so tight. Can’t wait to slide my cock into your pussy.” He grunted and moved on top of you, pulling his fingers out making you whine.

He sucked his fingers while maintaining eye contact, making you blush timidly at the lewdness of his action. But god, you were so right for giving Bucky the honor of fucking you because his fingers alone brought you so much pleasure. What more if he actually started to fuck you?

“Gotta fuck you now. I’m so hard I feel like I’m about to bust a nut anytime now.” Bucky said, sitting up to remove his shirt, followed by his jeans.

He was in the process of unzipping his jeans when he suddenly stopped and looked at you, sprawled on the bed looking utterly fucked when he hasn’t even been inside you yet.

“Will you still suck my dick after I make you cum?” He asked hopefully.

You laughed out loud at his question, “You look so worried right now.” You teased. “But yes, fine. I’ll suck your cock later.” You reassured before sitting up to help him remove his pants.

Bucky then slid his boxers off, revealing his cock that you may or may not have seen in the past. It was an accident though and you didn’t meant to barge into his dorm while he was dressing up. You gotta admit, your best friend was blessed with a huge dick. And now said dick, will be the first one to enter your virgin pussy.

“Like what you see?” Bucky teased when he caught you staring as he put on a condom.

You smirked, “Actually I do.”

Bucky licked his lips as he laid on top of you, supporting his weight using his forearms as he positioned himself in between your legs. You kept your eyes on him the entire time, nodding and lifting your head up a bit to press a chaste kiss on his lips.

“Okay, I think I’m ready.” You whispered.

Bucky nodded too and nuzzled his face into your neck, “You sure?” He asked again.

You hummed, “Good luck and don’t fuck it up.”

Bucky lifted his head and looked at you incredulously, “Did you just...”

“Quote RuPaul before having sex for the first time? Yeah, I did.” You quickly answered.

Bucky scrutinized you, “You planned that didn’t you?”

You made a face, “Maybe.” You said, before the both of you broke into huge smiles.

Bucky laughed before kissing you again, “I fucking knew it.” He said before his face turned serious. “Ready?” he asked.

You nodded your head again, taking in deep breath as Bucky reached down to rub his cock against your pussy, making you whine. Kissing you again, Bucky lined up his cock to your entrance, slowly pushing in until you gasped out in pain.

“You wanna keep going?” He asked worriedly, seeing your frown.

You closed your eyes and nodded, “Yeah. Just...just do it slowly.” You said.

Your hands went to grip Bucky’s back, nails digging into his skin as he pushed and pushed, until he was balls deep inside you. The pain wasn’t that bad, but it did feel like you were being torn apart. The veins in Bucky’s neck started to bulge out from the way he was holding himself back.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. Squeezing me so good, I think I’m gonna cum if I move.” He grunted, nosing the skin beneath your ear.

“Please don’t make this embarrassing for both of us.” You said. “You can move now.” You added.

Bucky slid all the way out, leaving the tip inside of you before pushing back in slowly. You let out a moan, both from pain and pleasure. His thrusts started off slow, helping you adjust to his girth and gauging your reaction.

One particular high-pitched moan gave it away. It was at that moment that the pain turned into nothing but pleasure and a few more languid thrusts later, you were chanting Bucky’s name and begging for him to go faster.

You felt so full and you simply couldn’t explain how good it felt getting fucked like this. Bucky kept on whispering praises into your ear, spurring you on as he thrusted in and out of you. The bed started to creak, the headboard hitting the wall as Bucky quickened the pace of his thrusts. You wrapped your legs around his waist, moaning his name as you felt your abdomen tighten. You could feel it coming, an impending orgasm that you’ve only been imagining. Not even your fingers rubbing your clit made you feel this way, like there was electricity running through your veins.

“Bucky, fuck...I think...” you panted, hands sliding down to grab his ass, pulling him further to you.

“Can feel it, can feel you pulsating around my cock.” Bucky panted.

Your body stilled, toes curling and vision blurring when Bucky thrusted into you at a certain angle. Just like that, you let go and moaned out loud as Bucky continued to fuck an orgasm out of you. Biting onto his shoulder, you rode out the remaining waves of your climax before laying your head back onto the pillow, watching Bucky as he followed after you, spilling his seed into the condom after a few more thrusts.

“Holy fucking shit...” he breathed out, letting his body fall onto yours.

There was a moment of silence as the both of you recovered, your pants echoing in the room. Bucky was the first to move, sliding his softening cock out of you and sitting up as he removed the condom. He went into his bathroom and disposed of it before walking back to the bed with a wet wash cloth in his hand.

“Are you still going to suck my dick?” Bucky broke the silence as he casually cleaned you up.

You lifted your head up, “Are you still hard?”

Bucky shrugged, “I can be if you want me to be.”

“I’ll do it tomorrow.” you simply responded.

“So, how did I do?” Bucky asked, continuing to clean you up in between your legs.

You bled a bit, but not to the point of staining his sheets thank god. When you didn’t respond, Bucky worried that you might have regretted this but instead, he found you grinning up at the ceiling like an idiot.

“The fuck you looking like that?” He asked, unable to hold back the smile tugging at his lips.

You laughed and closed your legs, wincing a bit at the soreness but quickly recovering. “I can’t believe we just had sex.” You said.

Bucky set aside the towel and laid back next to you, “I certainly hope I did not fuck that up.” He said.

You turned to your side and smiled at Bucky, “You didn’t. Thanks, Buck.”

There didn’t seem to be any tension nor awkwardness between the both of you after. It was pretty normal actually. After taking a bath, you both decided to order pizza for late dinner. More conversations took place until you both fell asleep on the same bed.

-

A series of knocks stirred you and Bucky awake. He was spooning you when you woke up, his arm wrapped around your waist while his face was pressed on the back of your neck. You thought you were dreaming but the knocks continued and a familiar chorus of voices made you and Bucky sit up in panic.

“James, honey? It’s your mom. Open up!”

You and Bucky looked at each other, “Why the fuck is your mom here?!” You whispered and frantically searched for your clothes.

You slept in one of Bucky’s shirts and a pair of panties and for some reason, you couldn’t find your clothes from last night. Bucky frantically ran around the dorm, grabbing your bag and throwing it under Steve’s bed.

“I don’t know why she’s here! She didn’t text me!” He whispered, checking his phone for any unread messages.

“James, come on now. We want to visit Y/N too so we can all have breakfast together.”

You knew that voice all too well, it was your mom’s! Bucky’s eyes widened when he heard you mom’s voice. He just took away her daughter’s virginity last night, how the hell was he going to look at her in the eyes after that?

Bucky grabbed your arm and pushed you into the bathroom, warning you to stay quiet. You were about to protest but Bucky quickly slammed the door shut. Pressing an ear against it, you listened as Bucky hurried over to the front door, opening it.

“Mom!” You heard him say before greeting your mom.

“Sweetie, did you just wake up? You look like a mess.” His mom said.

“What are you guys doing here?” Bucky asked nervously.

There were a few movements that were too near the bathroom, you almost readied yourself for a grand reveal. Fortunately, Bucky seemed to have blocked the bathroom and tried to distract his mom.

“Well, we thought of surprising you and Y/N. We missed you both. Go get dressed so we can pick her up from her dorm.” You heard your mom say.

“Ohhh I uhh...why don’t you both head out first and I can go pick her up? We’ll just meet you both somewhere.” Bucky suggested.

“Oh sweetie, I wanted to surprise my daughter at her dorm.” Your mom said.

Fuck. You were so fucked. Your mom’s gonna find out that you’re no longer a virgin and that it was Bucky who took it. The same guy she entrusted you to upon moving out for college.

“Oh don’t worry, I won’t tell her we’ll be meeting you. She’s uhh...I think she might have slept over at a friend’s actually. To do a project. So she might not be at her dorm. I’ll just pick her up.” Bucky quickly explained.

Sleepover at a friend’s? That wasn’t entirely a lie. The project? Well, the task of giving up your v-card could be considered a project. So no, Bucky wasn’t lying to your mom at all.

Silence. A few more shuffling and movements here and there. You heard the front door creak. Finally.

“Oh alright, James. We’ll go ahead. Meet us at the new breakfast place two blocks away from the university, okay?” His mom said.

You heaved out a sigh of relief.

“Yeah, yeah. We’ll be there.” Bucky said and from the sounds of it, he seemed to be pushing both your moms out of his room.

“Make sure to pick Y/N up. I know she tends to skip out on our breakfast dates. Make sure that she’ll come, James.” Your mom warned.

True enough, you tended to bail out on your mom’s breakfast dates. Not because you don’t miss her, but because it was too early! You’ve turned her down a couple of times now so you knew what she meant. But Bucky, god. He just had to make everything into a double entendre.

And without shame, he looked into your mom’s eyes and offered her a charming grin as if he wasn’t balls deep inside her virgin daughter last night.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure she does. I’ll make her come.”

-

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sent to tempt me - chapter fourteen

chapter fourteen: blind as a bat

chapter summary: Yunho shares his deal with Mingi, facing endless teasing from Jisung. He enjoys getting to know Hongjoong and Seonghwa, only to be shocked when Jisung reveals something about them...

pairing: yunho x mingi

genre: smut (not yet but there will be eventually), angst, fluff, romance, m/m, non!idol!ateez, sub!yunho, dom!mingi, drama, coming of age, collage, religion

rating: 18+ (for the whole series bc there will be smut eventually) | mdni

word count: 2.6k

warnings under

collage, roommates, sub!yunho, dom!mingi, bad boy mingi and religious church good boy yunho, same-sex attraction, m/m, teasing, dark themes, homophobia, self discovery, pet names, strangers to lovers, religion and religious topics, aaaand more will be added soon hehehe

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author's note: here’s chapter 14 as promiiiised 🙌 i’m so glad this long dialogue is finally over xdd now we can get back to mingi & yunho muhehehe 😈💕

Seonghwa grinned, shaking his head. “Oh my god, Yunho. You’re in so deep.”

Jisung gripped his heart. “This is the best day of my LIFE. Nothing can top this!”

Yunho groaned, covering his face with both hands. “Oh my god, you guys are not helping.” His ears were burning, and the more they stared at him, the hotter his face got. “It wasn’t anything serious. That’s just how Mingi talks.”

Seonghwa hummed, clearly not convinced. “Mhm. Sure.”

Yunho peeked through his fingers at him. “It wasn’t.”

“Right.” Seonghwa smiled knowingly.

Jisung was still gripping the edge of his seat like he was waiting for another bombshell to drop. “Wait, wait, wait, so that’s it? That’s the story?”

“No.” Yunho inhaled, exhaled, prayed for strength. “That’s… actually not even the main reason I’m here.”

Jisung nearly choked. “It’s NOT?”

Yunho shook his head, trying to compose himself, but the weight of their attention made it difficult to think straight. He wasn’t used to being the center of conversation like this, and definitely not over something like this.

He licked his lips nervously. “After… whatever that was, I just grabbed my stuff and was about to leave—because obviously I needed to get out of there before I spontaneously combusted—but then suddenly, out of nowhere, I hear Mingi go, ‘Hey, Yunho.’”

Hongjoong leaned forward. “And?”

Yunho blinked. “That was exactly my reaction. I turned back and was like, ‘Yeah?’ And then Mingi just looks at me and says—‘Let’s make a deal.’”

Hongjoong frowned. “A deal?”

Yunho nodded. “Yeah.”

Jisung gasped so dramatically it could’ve been out of a K-drama. “OH MY GOD. YUNHO, PLEASE TELL ME HE DIDN’T MAKE YOU DO SOME HUMAN TRAFFICKING OR SOMETHING.”

Yunho’s entire brain blanked out for a second. “What?”

The room turned to stare at Jisung.

Jisung threw up his hands defensively. “WHAT? It’s Mingi we’re talking about. This is, like, 10876523802% possible.”

Hongjoong blinked. “Hah. True.”

Yunho shook his head quickly. “No—no! Obviously it wasn’t anything like that!”

Seonghwa sighed, looking more amused than concerned. “Alright. What kind of deal did he mean, then?”

Yunho rubbed the back of his neck. “Well. First, he says, ‘Don’t worry, it won’t be anything bad.’ And obviously, at that point, my entire body was telling me to run.”

Jisung nodded solemnly. “Fair.”

“But I stayed. And then Mingi just—he casually drops, ‘For the sake of our project and our dorm room, let’s be friends.’”

Dead silence.

Seonghwa blinked. “Wait.”

Hongjoong sat back. “Hold on.”

Jisung’s mouth fell open. “Mingi… wants to be friends?”

Yunho nodded slowly. “That’s what I said. I literally just stood there, completely dumbfounded, staring at him like an idiot. My brain just shut down. The only thing that came out of my mouth was a plain, ‘What?’”

Seonghwa pressed. “And?”

“And then he clarified,” Yunho continued, shifting uncomfortably under their stares. “He was like, ‘Yeah, let’s be nice to each other.’”

Jisung squinted. “Mingi? Nice? To you?”

Yunho let out a weak laugh. “That’s what I thought, too! I had to make sure I wasn’t hearing things, so I asked him, ‘You… want us to be friends?’ Because, you know. After everything?”

“And?”

“And then he goes—” Yunho took a deep breath, forcing himself to say it aloud. “‘Sort of. But not like… best friends or anything. Let’s keep it casual—just here, in the dorm. No need to act all buddy-buddy when we’re out in public. That wouldn’t really work, you know. But I’ll try being less mean to you in public.’”

Seonghwa raised an eyebrow. “So. Friends. But only behind closed doors.”

“Exactly.”

Jisung wheezed. “This is some forbidden romance type beat.”

Yunho covered his face again, completely mortified. “Oh my god. Please stop.”

“But why?” Seonghwa grinned. “This is fun.”

Yunho peeked through his fingers again, face burning. “It’s not fun for me!”

Hongjoong chuckled and said. “Go on. What happened next?”

Yunho hesitated, heart hammering in his chest. It still didn’t feel real, even as he said it out loud. “Then Mingi said, ‘To think of it like… a truce. We’ll be nice to each other here, work on the project, and maybe even get along a little.’”

Hongjoong folded his arms. “And?”

“And then Mingi tilted his head and said ‘What do you think?’”

Seonghwa leaned in. “And what did you say?”

A heavy silence settled over the table. Yunho could feel their eyes on him, waiting. He gripped his cup a little tighter, staring down at the rim as if it held the answers he needed. His heart was already beating too fast, and he hadn’t even said anything yet.

Why was this so hard to say?

“Yunho?” Hongjoong prompted, his tone laced with curiosity.

Yunho cleared his throat. His voice came out quieter than intended. “I, um… I told him that… I guess we can… try that.”

For a second, nobody moved. And then—

Jisung gasped. Loudly.

“Oh my God.” He grabbed Hongjoong’s arm dramatically, like he had just witnessed a miracle. “Now this definitely topped the flirting part.”

Yunho’s entire body seized up. His head snapped up so fast he almost got whiplash.

“THERE WAS NO FLIRTING, JISUNG!” His voice cracked embarrassingly on the last syllable. His face was already burning. “What—what are you even talking about?! He’s a guy! And—most importantly—he’s MINGI!”

Jisung rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, we know, a guy and Mingi, we got it.” He gave Yunho an exaggerated look of pity. “You don’t have to sound so devastated about it.”

“I—I’m not—!” Yunho groaned, rubbing his hands down his face. He felt hot all over, like his shirt was suffocating him.

Jisung wasn’t done. “Jeez, sorry. I forgot the only one in your heart is our Lord and Savior.”

Yunho froze.

He lowered his hands just enough to glare at Jisung. “Do not make fun of me. And most importantly, do not make fun of God, Jisung.” His voice was firm, but his face was still bright red, which probably ruined the effect. “Sorry, I didn't mean to crash out like that…”.

Seonghwa, who had been sitting back and observing the chaos, suddenly tilted his head. “Wait.” His gaze flickered to Yunho’s chest. “Yunho… you’re religious?”

Yunho blinked.

“I mean,” Seonghwa gestured vaguely, “I noticed the rosary, but I just thought it was, like… a fashion statement.”

“Oh.” Yunho’s fingers instinctively brushed over the beads. “Yeah, well… that’s actually a funny story.”

He hesitated. Was it weird to talk about? It felt weird to talk about.

But the others were looking at him expectantly, so he forced himself to continue.

“This morning, in our kitchen, I actually ran into Mingi while I was making breakfast and, um… we talked. Like, actually had a nice conversation?” He bit his lip. “He totally geeked out about anime. I’ve never seen him so excited about anything before. It was like… he was a completely different person.”

Seonghwa narrowed his eyes slightly. “Define nice.”

Yunho shifted awkwardly. “Like… he wasn’t making fun of me or— or looking at me like I’m some weird nerd.” His voice got quieter. “He was just… talking. About things he liked.”

It had been weirdly normal. Almost nice.

Hongjoong blinked. “Wait, I’m sorry—how is that connected to you wearing the rosary?”

Yunho’s fingers curled around the beads, his stomach twisting slightly. “Well…” He took a breath. “I took my rosary with me, but I was afraid of people seeing it, so I kept it underneath my shirt, hiding it. But before I left for class, Mingi suddenly—” Yunho stopped himself, thinking if it wasnť weird to tell them what happened.

Jisung asked “He what?”

Yunho adjusted his grip on his cup, staring at the table. “Before I left, Mingi suddenly grabbed me by my collar and pulled the rosary out from under my shirt.”

Hongjoong’s eyebrows shot up. “What?”

“He what?” Seonghwa repeated, looking mildly concerned.

Yunho’s ears were burning. “Not like that!” He waved his hands around. “It was—it was just—he noticed it, okay? And he said he had been wondering the whole time what I was hiding.” His fingers curled around the beads. “And then he told me that I shouldn’t hide it. That I should wear it like this.”

He glanced down at the rosary resting against his shirt.

It wasn’t a big deal.

Right?

Seonghwa was quiet for a moment before nodding. “I have to agree with Mingi on this one, Yu. You should never hide that.” His voice was gentle, steady. “Believing in something, in my eyes, is beautiful.”

Yunho blinked.

His chest felt a little warm—a good warm. A different kind of warmth than the flustered kind. He ducked his head slightly, feeling a little shy. “Thank you, hyung.”

Hongjoong smiled at Seonghwa.

And then—

Jisung groaned dramatically. “Yeeeah, all of that is nice, but—are we totally ignoring the things Yunho just told us? HELLO?” He waved his hands wildly. “Friends with Mingi?! Having a CONVERSATION with Mingi?!”

Yunho sighed.

Hongjoong leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. His expression was thoughtful, but there was a hint of skepticism in his tone.

“Okay, so let’s repeat this.” He held up his fingers, counting off. “Mingi was kind of okay at first, then he was a dick, and now—all of a sudden—he wants to be BFFs with you?”

Yunho frowned, feeling his face heat up again. “Not BFFs,” he muttered, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. “Just like… okay acquaintances, I guess?”

Seonghwa raised a sharp brow. “Acquaintances?” He sounded unconvinced.

Yunho nodded quickly, eager to clarify before anyone got any more ideas. “Yeah, like… for the sake of our project. And the dorm,” he added. “That’s all.”

Seonghwa didn’t look convinced in the slightest. “Yunho, this is not gonna stay at acquaintance. Trust me.”

Yunho swallowed. “What—what do you mean by that?”

Jisung, who had been unusually quiet (which was never a good sign), suddenly grinned. A grin Yunho immediately did not trust.

“Yeah, Yunho,” Jisung drawled, leaning back dramatically. “You don’t know Mingi that well.”

Yunho stiffened.

Jisung tilted his head, voice lowering conspiratorially. “You need to be careful. You never know what he’s planning for you.”

Yunho’s stomach twisted.

“What does that mean?!” He sat up straight, panic rising in his chest.

Jisung wiggled his eyebrows but didn’t say anything.

Yunho hated that.

Seonghwa, for his part, just sighed and shook his head like he already knew how this was going to end.

Hongjoong groaned. “Guys, don’t scare Yunho.” He turned to Yunho, giving him a reassuring look. “Maybe Mingi just really wants to be on good terms with you so you guys can survive this project. Right, Yunho?”

Yunho hesitated.

“I… yeah,” he said, nodding slowly. “I choose to believe that.”

He fidgeted with his sleeve, but there was still a nagging feeling in his gut.

“…But,” he added quietly, “what if Hwa and Jisung are right?”

Seonghwa must have noticed the way Yunho's fingers had curled into the hem of his sleeve because his expression softened immediately. He reached across the table, giving Yunho a reassuring pat on the arm.

“Oh, Yunho,” Seonghwa sighed, shaking his head. “I didn’t mean to scare you like that. Trust me.” His voice was gentle, soothing, and Yunho felt some of the nervous tension ease from his shoulders.

“Maybe Hongjoong is right,” Seonghwa continued. “Maybe everything will be okay. Maybe your project will go smoothly, and you’ll get a good grade, and this will all just be some funny little memory later.”

Yunho bit his lip. He wanted to believe that.

Hongjoong stretched, rolling his shoulders, before checking the time on his phone. “Anyway,” he said, slipping the device back into his pocket. “Me and Hwa need to go, right?”

Seonghwa perked up. “Oh—yeah.” He turned to Yunho with a small smile. “We should get going, but Yunho, it was so nice to meet you.”

Hongjoong nodded enthusiastically. “Seriously, so nice.” He gave Yunho an approving grin. “You’re fun, and you have such a pure soul. I liked today a lot, and I cannot wait for the next time we see each other.”

As he spoke, he and Seonghwa both stood, reaching for their jackets and slipping them on.

Seonghwa smirked as he adjusted his collar. “And trust me, Yunho, we will be seeing each other again. ASAP. And when we do, you’ll update us on this whole situation, okay?”

Yunho let out a small, breathy laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “It was really nice meeting you two, too. Thank you so much for today. And yes, don’t worry—I’ll keep you updated.”

Everyone exchanged their goodbyes, and soon, it was just Yunho and Jisung left. The room suddenly felt quieter without Seonghwa’s poised confidence and Hongjoong’s warm, playful energy.

Jisung leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand with a sly grin.

“Sooo,” he hummed. “What do we think about SeongJoong?”

Yunho hummed in thought, reaching absentmindedly for a chip and popping it into his mouth. “They were really nice,” he said, voice muffled as he chewed. “I learned a lot of new stuff from them, and like you said, they give good advice, too.” He swallowed. “They seem… genuine.”

Jisung gasped dramatically, placing a hand over his chest. “Aaaaw, Yunho, don’t make me cry—that’s so sweet.”

Yunho quickly waved his hands. “No, no, I mean it! They were really nice.”

Jisung wiggled his eyebrows. “See? Told you you'd like them.”

Yunho just smiled, his fingers fidgeting with a napkin as another thought popped into his head. “Anyways…” he started. “What about their girlfriends? Do they study here as well?”

Jisung froze.

Yunho didn’t think much of it at first, still focused on the table of snacks, picking at a few crumbs absentmindedly. But after a few seconds of complete silence, he finally looked up—only to find Jisung staring at him, mouth slightly open in pure disbelief.

Yunho blinked. “Jisung?”

Jisung burst into laughter.

Not just any laughter. Loud, uncontrollable, throw-your-head-back-and-clutch-your-stomach laughter.

Yunho swore he had never heard anyone laugh that hard before.

He frowned, utterly bewildered. “Wha—what??”

Jisung just kept laughing, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe Yunho had actually said that.

Yunho stared, completely lost. “Why are you laughing?! What did I say?!”

But Jisung was too busy wheezing to answer.

Yunho furrowed his brows, completely lost. “Did I say something wrong or…?”

Jisung finally managed to calm down—a little. He wiped a tear from the corner of his eye, still breathless from laughing. “Oh my God, Yunho, I cannot believe you just asked me that.”

Yunho blinked. “I don’t understand at all. What did I do wrong? Seriously.”

Jisung shook his head, looking at Yunho like he was the most oblivious person in existence. “Oh my God. Yunho, you are so stupid it hurts.”

Yunho gasped, clutching his chest. “Excuse you?”

Jisung groaned, throwing his hands in the air. “Yunho, baby, those two are the least straight people I have ever seen and met.”

Yunho just blinked again. “What?”

Jisung stared at him. “You still don’t get it?”

Yunho shook his head slowly.

Jisung let out an exaggerated sigh before leaning in like he was about to reveal the biggest secret of the century. “Hongjoong and Seonghwa are dating.” He paused for effect, watching Yunho’s face closely. “They’ve been together for a good two and a half years. They are in a very, VERY gay relationship.”

Yunho froze.

His brain completely short-circuited.

Hongjoong and Seonghwa… together? As in… dating?!

His face went pale.

“Oh no,” Yunho whispered, his hands flying to his face. “Oh my God. I didn’t know that at all.” He let out a nervous, panicked laugh, staring at Jisung with wide eyes. “Oh no, I—do you think I said anything weird?! Oh no, oh no—”

Jisung watched him spiral for about three seconds before bursting into laughter again.

Yunho groaned, sinking lower into his seat. He was never living this down.

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