#also pls send me asks about this au pls pls pls i'll give you ice cream

[anonymous-chicken-was-taken]

I think Fiddleford would have a lot of ways to communicate with Ford in my better world au. It's not just when he shows up. Like all of Ford's electronics have eye scanners on them in case Bill shows up when they're unprepared, so while he'd have to be wary, it wouldn't be dangerous for him to communicate.

That probably adds a whole new layer of huh to Fiddleford, too. Sometimes something in his pocket beep loudly and he'll drop whatever he's doing to pick up his phone, or a weird walkie-talkie looking thing with a screen in it. Sometimes, whatever he reads will make him leave; he'll disappear that much earlier that day.

They probably have a little basically FaceTime device too. They could just call on the phone, but those don't have video chat until like the 2000s, and sometimes Ford wants to see someone's face.

[illicitlimerence-writes]

best friend's brother | m. schumacher

pairing: mick schumacher x reader word count: 1.5k request: yes/no. by an anon: "Hello there, I love your f1 au’s!!!! the Mick ones are especially adorable and I love the detail and dialogue :-) I was wondering if you’d considered doing a driver x reader uni student type one? (Maybe with Mick or Callum Ilott if you’ve heard of him?) First meeting at some rooftop party before some glitzy race weekend? Just a suggestion! :-)" thank you so much for this! at first i misread this and started writing something completely different, so i wrote this in like two hours. maybe i'll post the other draft another day. warnings: really none that i can think of. (legal) drinking? english isn't my first language so i'm sorry for any mistakes. a/n: i know gina's birthday is in february, but let's pretend it's in july for the sake of the fic. thx. also! i cut it out there because i want to make a part two with another request that i thought would fit in well. also also! i'm still pretty blue about lando, so if you have anything you'd like to read with him send it my way :)

my masterlist / / click here to read part two

(he's giving me soft!boyfriend vibes pls)

"why are we celebrating today, a wednesday of all days, if your birthday's on saturday? the perfect day for a party?" you asked, applying red lipstick as you stared at your reflection in the mirror.

"because my brother is in town and we'll be busy during the weekend," your roommate and best friend, gina, replied from her room across the hall.

"fine, but you'll have to wake me up tomorrow if i miss my alarms," you said as you grabbed your small clutch with your phone, credit card and keys in it.

"i always do," she rolled her eyes as you made your way to your front door. locking the door behind you, you walked down the stairs until you reached the entrance of your building.

you had been sharing a flat with gina for the past few months, you met in one of your classes as uni in your first year, back then you weren't really friends, but you were friendly. as semesters passed your bond grew closer, and now in your final year at school, you decided to move in together as you prepared to enter the stress and responsibilities of adulthood.

she'd made reservations for a nice restaurant, with only her closest friends and now, her brother joining you. you being you, called right after and made sure to book a table at the terrace, which she'd been rambling about for weeks now, but decided against booking it because it was more expensive. she'd saved you from being late to classes so many times, helped you when you needed, and really just being an excellent friend and the best roommate you could ever ask for. it was the least you could do.

when you arrived gina told her name to the hostess, who smiled as she led you through the busy tables and to the shiny elevator in the back. the doors opened and you were greeted by a landscape of the city, the lights of the tall buildings shining like little stars. gina told the hostess that there must've been a mistake, but you touched her arm, making her glance your way.

"surprise!" you said, raising your arms and doing jazz hands.

she hugged you, squealing in delight as you made your way to the beautifully set table. there was a bottle of expensive champagne resting on a bed of ice inside of a bucket.

"it's my favorite, thank you (y/n)!" she said, throwing her arms around you again, you accepted her hug and shook your head when she let you go.

"i didn't order that," you said. and just then, you noticed a guy walking towards you.

"i did," he spoke, his voice deep with a thick accent. you instantly noticed the resemblance between the two, this must be gina's brother.

"mick!" she ran to his arms, he lifted her off the ground and spun her around, you smiled at the pure joy your best friend was feeling at the moment. "i can't believe you're here, it's been so long," she said once her shoes hit the floor again.

"i know, i've been busy. i've missed you," he said, and you took that time to eye him up quickly. you couldn't deny he was attractive, with captivating blue eyes and a welcoming smile. whilst the siblings caught up you ordered the first round of drinks for you three, taking a gamble and ordering vodka. you knew gina liked it, but you weren't sure about her brother.

"this is (y/n), my best friend," gina called your name as she introduced you to her brother. "(y/n), this is my brother, mick." she finished as you shook his hand, smiling.

"hi, pleasure to meet you," he said, he took your hand in a strong and firm embrace.

"likewise," you smiled at him. you sat as a waiter arrived with your drinks.

an easy conversation between the three of you began to flow, and as more of gina's friends appeared, you were left with mick for company.

he asked about your major, your plans for the future. he listened and asked questions as you spoke, showing you that he truly was interested in what you were saying. then it was your turn to interrogate him, you knew he has a racing driver, gina had told you so, but you had no idea that just this year he was making his debut in formula 1, a dream he had since he was a little boy.

you asked him about more of his passions, and he told you he was passionate about learning new languages, as he already mastered four, which completely surprised you as you were thinking about learning a new language. he gave you his number and asked for yours, promising to give you lessons when he was available, but he'd explained earlier that he was pretty much busy for the entire year, and you wondered if that was just an excuse you get your number. you didn't mind either way.

gina often checked in on you, having already lost count of how many drinks she'd had. the rest of her friends also said hi to you during the night, but left quickly to return to the birthday girl. leaving you again all alone with mick.

"so, gina said that you'd be busy this weekend, is it because of the race?" you asked, taking a sip of the bubbly champagne gina had just popped open.

"yeah, we haven't seen each other since christmas, and of course we text and facetime, but it's not the same, you know?" he said, and you nodded. "it's been so long since she's been to one of my races, and now that we're in silverstone... sometimes i just need my family with me," he said.

"of course," you said, patting his hand. he'd explained that his rookie season wasn't going as well as he hoped, and you couldn't help but feel bad, since he just came from winning a championship. "promise to return her in one piece, though." you said, pointing your index finger at him and raising an eyebrow.

"i will, don't worry. i'm the one that does the driving, not her,"

"thank god, she's an awful driver." you said, laughing. "she almost crashed my car one day when we were running late for class."

"yeah, i guess i got the driving gene and not gina," he shrugged, chuckling.

you nodded, "you should give her some lessons," you teased, and he shook his head.

"i'm not the greatest teacher," he said.

"then how are you going to teach me how to speak four languages?" you raised one eyebrow, and his eyes widened as he realized his mistake. "it's okay, i would've given you my number either way. or you could've asked gina,"

"not if i wanted to avoid her interrogation," he said and you laughed, nodding.

"true. you better put it to good use," you smirked, liking the playful and flirty banter. you hadn't felt this at ease with someone you'd just met in a long time.

"don't worry, i will." you felt something in your stomach, like fluttering, but ignored it.

the night ended with you and mick dragging gina into her bedroom, you took off her shoes and tucked her in. she was dead asleep in an instant.

"there goes my alarm clock," you thought out loud.

"you have school tomorrow?" mick asked. he was sitting on your sofa in the living room. you kicked off your heels and sat down, your back against the arm of the couch, toes barely touching the wooden floors.

"yeah," you sighed. "it's only two classes, though, but they're early."

"what time are you done?" he asked, you thought for a moment before glancing his way.

"eleven, i think." you answered, "why?"

"would you like to come with us?" he asked, and you raised your eyebrows.

"to silverstone?"

"yeah, you and gina can keep each other company in the garage or the team hospitality when i'm busy. and it's been a while since she's been to a race, it'll be good for her to have someone with her." he said.

"i wouldn't want to impose," you began, and he cut you off.

"nonsense, think of this as a thank you for what you've done for my sister. i haven't seen her so carefree and cheerful like this in a long time." he said, and it warmed your heart how much he loved his sister that he was willing to let someone else tag along to their limited time together.

"okay, i'll see if i can get out earlier so you're not late for whatever you need to do," you agreed, and you felt that same flutter in your stomach again as his eyes lit up when you answered.

"great, why don't i drive you to uni tomorrow? we'll pick you up and drive to the airport straight away," he said.

"oh, it's okay, i can take a cab, i wouldn't want to make you wake up early," he placed a hand on yours, stopping your rambling.

"i wake up at 6 am every day, it's not a problem." he explained, and you sighed. you gave him a small smile, nodding.

"okay, then. i guess i'll see you tomorrow. is 7:30 alright with you?" you asked as you made your way to your bedroom, mick would be crashing in the guest room for the night.

"perfect, see you in the morning. goodnight," he leaned in and kissed your cheek quickly. you prayed he hadn't noticed your rosy cheeks.

"yeah, goodnight." you opened your door and closed it behind you, leaning against it as you let out a deep breath.

a weekend at silverstone with the schumachers. what had you gotten yourself into?

[xpeachesncream]

acquainted | ten

> series masterlist | series playlist <

summary: the biggest goal of a grad student is to get through school in one piece - no petty drama involved, no sweating over the little things. however, that plan almost always never follows through. sometimes, you can’t help but fall into the most unthinkable, unexpected traps and learn the hard way. like, exhibit a: being unable to resist your engaged, substitute teacher, kim seokjin.

pairing: jungkook x reader x engaged!teacher!seokjin

genre: grad school au, student life au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 2.7k

warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, jealousy, some good car sex w/ breast play, straddling, fingering, a lil spit play

note: to the anon who requested the one shot, i promise i have it done - i can’t post it juuuust yet tho lol

tags: @laurynne5 @yiyi4657 @miinoongi @teamtardis-notdead @bluesharksandfish @photographic-girl @yonkoghan @moonchild1​ @thebeebi​ (pls msg me if you would like to be added to the taglist!)

"How was your date, Jungkookie?" Hoseok asks as he forks into his salad. Jungkook sits in front of Hoseok and Yoongi, while Namjoon and Jin sit off to either of his sides. Kook does a simple chuckle with his nose scrunched as he's digging into his fries.

"Good." He smirked.

"Oooh, Jungkookie has a girlfriend!" Hoseok laughed, causing both Namjoon and Jin to shoot looks at each other while shifting in their seats.

"No, but I hope to ask her out."

"Wait, like really ask her to be your girlfriend?" Yoongi chimed in, his gummy smile coming forth with a small high-pitched laugh. "How cute."

"Yeah, I want to. Not right at this moment, but I've already been planning on how to have this talk with her about being exclusive."

"Aw, our Kookie is growing up!"

"Shut up." Jungkook laughs. "I just really like her. She's beautiful, and smart and fun to be around."

"Are you seeing her today?"

"No, but I'm gonna hang out with her tomorrow. She has stuff to get done."

"Do you see her a lot?"

"A good amount, but I try not to suffocate her."

"Jin, you haven't said anything. What's up with you?" Jin looks up from his plate, eyes quickly roaming between all of them.

"Sorry, I just knew all of this already. It's nothing unexpected." He gives off a fake chuckle.

"Grace issues?" He shrugged.

"Sure, but this isn't about me." They nod and shift their attention back to Jungkook. Whew.

"Have you gotten her in bed?"

"Woah, Yoongi? What the fuck." Namjoon laughed.

"I'm just curious and we're always honest with each other right?" Joon shoots Jin a quick look before shaking his head at Yoongi.

"No." Kook chuckled. "I mean I don't care for it much. If she isn't ready to take that step with me then I won't force her."

"What a gentleman! Jin you taught him well." They laughed. Jin is reciprocating the energy with a small smile, as that's the best he can do right now. He didn't want this topic to come up only because he did already know how Jungkook felt about you. Yes, he felt bad, but also, he didn't want to let up on you. He wasn't going to, and Namjoon can easily tell he wasn't over you even though he told Jungkook to go for it. He hated having this silent competition. He knew his feelings for you were growing and he couldn't help but feel like a child over it.

I saw her first. I got her first. Me. Not you.

And so their conversation over an early dinner gets put to rest, Jin thanking God that no one pressed him more about Grace or why he truly wasn't saying much. They were all too caught up in Jungkook's feelings. All, except Namjoon. Jin gets to his classroom a little early to get himself together for class, gathering all his thoughts and feelings about you, Jungkook, Grace, etc., and pushing it to a far, far corner in his mind. At least, until class is over.

[Namjoon] 5:04pm: You couldn't be any more obvious.

[Jin] 5:05pm: What are you talking about now?

[Namjoon] 5:05pm: You're still seeing her. Or, let me rephrase - You're still trying to pursue her even after you told your brother to go for it.

[Jin] 5:06pm: It's complicated.

[Namjoon] 5:06pm: Seokjin, please. What did I tell you? Don't start this mess.

[Jin] 5:07pm: It'll be fine, okay? I appreciate the concern but stop worrying about me.

He sighs as he paces around the front of his room. The real reason as to why you weren't hanging out with Jungkook tonight was because of him. He needed to see you. Feel you. Touch you. Be close to you. There was also something he needed to bring up, hoping you'd agree to it.

Namjoon was right. The concern is valid. However, if things pull through the way Seokjin expects it to, then he knows what he has to do from there. He'll know how to approach this better. Hopefully.

Seeing you in class makes him feel at ease. He loves the little smiles you send his way when you both make eye contact. He just loves to look at you. Smiling and laughing with your friends. Your serious face when it's time to focus. He has it bad for you.

"Alright, class. Get those in to me on time by next week and I'll think about the movie." Jin laughs as the class has mixed reactions while packing up their things.

"But Mr. Kim it's a really good movie, don't you think we deserve a little break in class?" Taehyung whines as he picks up his bag.

"I always think you guys deserve a break, the movie though? Not sure if it's my cup of tea."

"Awww come on, just once." The class whined, making Jin laugh that adorable laugh he has. It was cute to see how adored Jin was by your classmates. He truly was a great teacher and made it a safe environment for everyone. Completely inclusive.

"I'll sleep on it. See you guys next week." He smiles and flashes a wink at a couple of people leaving the classroom saying their goodbyes. He stands at the front, his hands dug into his pockets as he looks at you and Ryujin coming down the steps - always being the last to leave.

"I'm counting on you, Mr. Kim." Ryujin says, flipping her hair.

"Counting on me for what?"

"The movie." She turns to look at you. "And other things." You shove her out the door before looking over at Jin, who hasn't stopped chuckling.

"You heard her." He nods.

"Pick you up in a few?" He asks, almost at a whisper. You return the nod and smile before walking out. You silently walk next to Ryujin, thinking about what tonight would be about. Not gonna lie, you were excited to be alone with him again, even if that meant being in his car, sitting in silence. The thought alone made you happy. The thought made you push through the day just to get to this point.

"Are you seeing him?"

"Yeah." Is all you respond to Ryujin with.

"Be careful, okay?"

"I know." Ryujin knew you weren't going to let up on Jin easily. She too, just like Namjoon, could tell that you had developed deep feelings for him, yet she just didn't know how you would approach it. Whatever it was though, she was going to have your back and be there for you. She just wished you had told the boys because handling you alone is work! Extra support would have been nice!

Getting home, you toss your things aside and start working on a few assignments until Jin is texting you that he's outside of your building. You feel a little nervous, as if it's a first date when it's really not. You step out of the elevator and into the lobby, just to see him ahead in the driver's seat. He has one hand resting along the wheel while he's scrolling through his phone in the other.

"Hey." You say as you hop into the passenger's seat. He puts his phone down and looks at you, his head tilted towards you and rested against the headrest.

"Hey pretty girl." He softly smiles as he leans over to kiss you on the lips. "Want some ice cream?" You laugh.

"Really?"

"Yeah, why not?" He begins to drive off, taking you to a nearby ice cream joint.

"How was your day today?" You ask him as he's roaming the streets looking for parking.

"It was alright. Went to work for a bit and met up with the boys for an early dinner before class."

"How was that?" He keeps his eyes on the road.

"Mm, good. I love sitting around and hearing about my brother's feelings for you." You chuckle at his sarcasm.

"You're dramatic."

"Call it what you want." He says. "It's still not fair."

"You can do something about it, you choose not to though." You straight up tell him. He parks his car and looks over at you, a small smirk plastered on his face.

"So, do you want me to do something about it?"

"Jin, please. Don't turn this on me. You're the one whining." You get out of the car. It was true. He kept talking about Jungkook and how he couldn't stand it, but yet, his ass was over here doing absolutely nothing. You expected that much though, because what? Was he just going to up and leave his fiancé because of a little jealousy? You honestly didn't think it was that deep for Jin. Maybe a little bit of a competition, but nothing too serious. And that was honestly the most painful realization for you.

You probably weren't worth it.

"I'm not whining, love. Trust me." You subtly roll your eyes at the weak comeback, but you don't throw in a rebuttal. Were you worth it? It was hard to read Jin sometimes. There were days where you felt like this could be more, then there were days where you felt dumb as hell for even having the thought cross your mind.

Like right now, you feel like this could be more with the way he's letting you taste his ice cream, his hand below your chin to catch any melting ice cream from dripping onto your clothing. He takes his cone back to his lips at the same time he's raising the napkin to the corners of your lips. You're both sitting in his car, overlooking the bay and the San Francisco skyline view in his back seat. There's a walking trail in front of the small lot his car is currently parked in, but no one is around. It's just you, Seokjin and your ice cream cones.

"Mmmm, thank you." You say gobbling up the last bit of your cone.

"You're welcome." He chuckles. "How was your day?" You shrugged.

"Same old." You fold your leg onto the seat while the other draped over it just so you could turn and look at Jin. You lean your head against the seat, watching him eat the last bits of his cone. You admired him, and you couldn't help but marvel at how absolutely breathtaking he was. The goddamn nerve. He was literally sitting there in a hoodie and jeans and you thought he was the most endearing thing.

"Sounds fun." He clears his throat as he tosses the napkin into the cup holder in front.

"Why'd you bring me out here?"

"I just wanted to see you. Is that too much to ask for?" He looked at you. "I missed you."

"You see me in class."

"It's not the same and you know it." He cocks his head to the side again to look at you. "Come here." He grabs your hand to pull you closer to him and leans in for a kiss. You rest your hand on his neck as you continue to kiss him back, the sounds of slow kisses being exchanged filling the car. You climb onto his lap as the kiss deepens, your hands gripping Jin's face while his warm, soft hands explored inside your sweater. "You drove me crazy the other night." He whispers as you slightly pull away.

"Good." You respond, bringing your lips back onto his, slowly grinding your hips into his.

"Fuck." He hisses. He quickly aids in removing your leggings before unbuckling his jeans. You feel his hardened member underneath his boxer briefs against your clothed folds, causing you to slightly tilt your head back in pleasure. You feel his hands travel up to your bra, unhooking it and raising your sweater to suck on your nipples freely. You feel his tongue working in circular motions on your hardened bud, causing you to let out a breathy moan. His eyes wander up to your face, slightly shutting close when he sees how much you're enjoying this. He moves to the other breast, his free hand cupping the one he had just removed himself from, tongue exploring your nipple. His hand moves down to aggressively hook your panties to the side, giving him room to swipe his fingers up and down your wet folds.

"Oh shit." You slightly jerk at the sensation, his long fingers taking their sweet time spreading your wetness all around your pussy.

"You're so fucking wet." He keeps his eyes on you and watches your eyes roll to the back of your head when he inserts two digits, pumping them in and out. It's incredibly hot to him how fucking wet you are, the sounds of your pussy now echoing in the car.

"Jin, ohhhhshit." You mewl. "I'm gonna cum." He continues to pump his long fingers into you, the feeling of both pain and pleasure radiating throughout your body. He curves his digits upwards, tickling your core to send you hurdling over the edge. You buck in your position from how hard the orgasm hits you, Jin's wet fingers swiping your folds and gently caressing your sensitive clit. You squeal, the overstimulation becoming a little overbearing but it feels so fucking good. You unbury his hardened member from his boxer briefs, letting your spit dribble down onto his cock as you play with the pre-cum pooling at the head.

"Oh fuck, Y/N. Don't do that shit." He tilts his head back in pleasure. You silently chuckle as you jerk him, getting his dick a little wet before hopping on and filling yourself up with it.

"Ugh, why do you feel so fucking good?" You moan as you fix your position onto him, slowly riding him and easing your way into it. You slip his two fingers into your mouth to taste yourself, his fingers still dripping from your cum.

"I-I've been wanting to fuck you so badly." He lets out a breathy moan. "The things you do to me."

"Yeah?" You say, picking up the pace as his hands guide your hips and direct your pace.

"Just like that, baby." He groans. You love when he called you baby. It made you want to give him all of you.

Your hands are resting on his shoulders, gripping tightly as you grind your hips in a steady motion. You cock your head back in pleasure, Seokjin's hands gripping your breasts. You begin to roll your hips slowly, a louder moan erupting from both him and you.

"I'mgonnafuckingcum." Your words mesh together, unable to speak clearly at how good he feels deep inside of you.

"You're so tight. God, you feel so good, gonna cum with you." Sooner or later, a roll of the hip or two in, your coil is spiraling out of control, causing you to yell Jin's name as you scratch onto his clothed shoulders, his fingers digging deep into your skin as he fills you up at the same time you're milking his dick.

His head slowly raises from against your chest, his cheeks tinted and eyes slightly glazed. He smiles up at you, his lips locking with yours once more before you climb off to clean yourself.

"Y/N." He says, tucking himself back in and getting himself situated in the seat.

"Hm?" You hook your bra back together and fix your sweater.

"I'm going to LA this weekend for a quick business conference." You furrowed your eyebrows, unsure why he was telling you this. It's not like you asked him for a daily play by play.

"Okay, have fun?" You chuckle.

"Meet me there." He looks at you. "I have to be there by Friday morning, but I know you still have work and school."

"Meet you.. in LA?" He nods.

"I really want you to. I'll buy your plane ticket. But also, know that I'm not forcing you." He slightly sighs. "I just wanna be able to spend time with you and do other things together besides fucking each other's brains out."

"Um," is all you can respond with. Because hell to the fuck yes you wanted this. But you weren't sure why you were hesitating? Maybe it was a big jump and you were scared of taking it? The lies you'd have to tell people about where you would be going this weekend? It was all such a mess. Such a huge, huge mess. Part of you also felt like this would be such an easy way for Grace to find out.

"You don't have to tell me your answer now but— just know it'll make me really happy to have you there with me." He looks at you softly, a small smile creeping at the corner of his lips. Perhaps, you were worth it.

[virgojeons]

true love (jjk)

summary: you and jungkook spend your first christmas together. 

alternatively, a merry love story based on the lyrics of true love by ariana grande.

genre: fluff, humor, college au, established relationship, holiday series, jeon jungkook x reader

word count: 4.6k

warnings: cursing, implied sexual content, excessive use of pet names

wattpad version here, ao3 version here

a/n: well, here i am!! pls be gentle with me, this is the first time ive ever posted my writing on here and ive been debating it for months lmao. i truly truly hope u enjoy!!

on the first day of christmas when you gave me all them kisses, boy you showed me things, come hold me please and never let me go.

"Five days until Christmas and you're still decorating the tree?"

You yelped at the sudden sound of your boyfriend's voice, dropping your over-accessorized ornament and watching helplessly as it shattered against the floor.

Immediately, you whined. "Jungkook!"

Jungkook suppressed a grin at the furrow of your eyebrows and the pout of your lips, kicking his shoes off and tossing his coat onto the couch. He didn't mean to scare you, really. You even knew he was coming over. It's just that you left the front door unlocked (as you always did when he was on his way, despite him constantly scolding you for it) and there was no way you would've heard him come in over the sound of Jingle Bell Rock blaring through the house.

"Sorry, baby," He chuckled, bending down beside you to help pick up the remnants of your best ornament. "I didn't mean to scare you."

You glared at him in between collecting the shards of glass in your hand. "I spent hours making that."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. Hot glue gun burns, sparkles stuck on my face and everything."

Jungkook took the pieces of glass from you with an amused look on his face, standing from his kneeling position to toss them in the trash can you had earlier moved to the living room for easy access. "I'm sorry. I'll make you another one."

"It's not the same." You sulked, finding fun in being stubborn and giving him a hard time. It was getting increasingly difficult though, with his rosy nose and ears and that little gleam in his eyes.

It was then that he made his first move of the night, tugging you by your oversized Rudolph sweater so quickly that you had to latch onto his shoulders for leverage with a squeal. His grin only seemed to grow once you were officially in his space, taking notice of your lack of pants and the snowflake stockings that appeared to be in their place instead.

"You don't look too sorry," You chuckled, heart stuttering at the way he was gazing down at you in such close proximity.

Jungkook shrugged, nudging his nose with yours. "I'm just happy."

They were such simple words, but it was the way he said them, the way he looked at you when he said them. You couldn’t lie, the excitement of spending your first Christmas together, completely alone, was incredibly infectious. It was gross and it was corny and everything else you swore you would never be, but you were in love with Jungkook. Devastatingly so. You from nine months ago probably wouldn’t even recognize the present you; a fact that friends, family, and even Jungkook alike loved to tease you about. Cracking the so-called ice queen was a feat to be celebrated, apparently. Whatever. He was yours and you were his so you didn’t quite care about the technicalities of it. Even if the story went a bit differently, in your opinion. 

The brutal snow and temperatures of February were beginning to fade into spring when you met Jungkook. 

You and Jimin had been attempting to finish your economics homework together in your favorite coffee shop; a hidden treasure that was a ten minute walk from campus and ticked all your aesthetic boxes. You two were sipping from your respective hot drinks, neglecting your heaps of bookwork in favor of discussing the new season of Stranger Things. Jimin was deep into his theory of Hopper still being alive when his eyes flickered to the door at the sound of the bell, widening slightly in recognition before a bright smile took over his face.

"Jungkook!" Jimin called, waving whoever it was over.

You followed his gaze and turned your head in the direction of the entrance, growing curious when the boy walking towards your table wasn't familiar to you. It took you less than five seconds to realize that the boy in question was attractive. 

Like, extremely attractive. The kind of attractive that should not be subjected to the way you look right now. 

It took you even less time to whip your head back around, glaring at Jimin with wide eyes and a panicked expression.

He met your glare with a confused scrunch of his eyebrows before it slowly transformed into a smirk, quickly catching on to what your pointed look was for. The night before had been a late one. You, like any other normal millennial, had impulse bought a pretty yellow Nintendo Switch solely for the new Animal Crossing game. As soon as it arrived on your doorstep you were retreating into your room, tearing the package open with squeals of excitement.

Maybe you completely lost track of time and played until your eyes were bloodshot and you heard birds chirping outside. Maybe you got an astounding two hours of sleep. And maybe you had fallen asleep without setting an alarm and woke up thirty minutes later than usual. 

The details were insignificant though, because you were throwing on a pair of leggings and the first sweatshirt you saw, brushing your hair and your teeth, and hastily sprinting to your car all in record time.

No sleep. No makeup. No breakfast. And worst of all, no coffee.

And so, it was blatantly clear you had no desire to let a boy that beautiful even glance at you in that state, let alone introduce himself. But it didn't look like you had a choice in the matter, because moments later he was towering over your table with a stupidly handsome smile.

Jungkook grinned, reaching out to do that Weird Bro Handshake with Jimin. "Hey, Chim."

You were already plotting various methods of painful revenge in your head.

"Hey, Kook. What are you doing here?"

"I kind of work here," He chuckled. "Well, as of like, yesterday. Today's my first day."

"Oh, so this is the new job you were telling me about," Jimin nodded in realization, then his eyes flickered mischievously to yours. You’re rapidly shaking your head. "You know, this is my friend ___'s favorite coffee spot."

A scowl immediately takes over your face, only to be wiped off and replaced by a sickeningly sweet smile when Jungkook turns his head to look your way. The instant your eyes meet his you quite literally want to melt into the floor. 

Jungkook smiles at you. Like, really smiles. "Hey, that's cool. We'll probably be seeing a lot of each other then, right?"

Across the table, Jimin snorts, which only adds to the way your cheeks are absolutely flaming. You send a harsh kick to Jimin's leg as inconspicuously as you can, all while batting your eyelashes at Jungkook.

"Uh, yeah! We probably... will."

Jungkook looks positively amused, but if he notices Jimin rushing to clutch his leg, he doesn't say anything.

"Sweet," He grins again. There's a brief few seconds where you two are just gazing at each other, stupid and shy, until Jimin loudly clears his throat. "Right, well, I should probably go clock in. Let's chill sometime this week, Chim."

"Sure thing." Jimin sings, smugness plastered all over his face.

Jungkook waves, already backing away from the table with his eyes on you. "Nice meeting you."

You feel yourself flush again and you absolutely hate it. "Nice meeting you too."

With a final smile, Jungkook disappears behind the employee doors. The moment he leaves your eyes are screwed shut and you're slamming your head against the table. The silence speaks for itself. You don't even need to see Jimin's face to know that he's either smirking or stifling his laughter.

"Don't." You warn.

"You just blushed," He says anyway. "Like, four times."

"I most definitely did not blush."

"You did. You still are."

"I'm embarrassed!" You wail. "That's literally the only reason why. I look like I got ran over and dragged for three blocks."

"Jungkook sure doesn't seem to think so," Jimin hums, snickering as he sips his coffee.

"Stop."

"He likes you." He insists.

"He was just being polite." You defend.

"That is literally my childhood best friend. I think I would know."

This makes you pause. Then you sigh. "He doesn't even know me."

He doesn’t disagree. But then again, "Not yet."

"Stop trying to play matchmaker, Jimin. He said five words to me," You spoke firmly, exasperated as you downed the final sip of your latte. "Plus, I'm just focusing on me and my degree right now. No distractions."

Jimin knew that you were already worn out, and even though he was mostly joking around, he wouldn’t want to push you any further. He’d drop it.

"Fine. We'll see who's right in the end, though."

For now.

"I will dump that hot coffee over your head."

As it turns out, Jimin was kind of right.

It takes a grand total of four visits to your favorite coffee shop before Jungkook asks you out. The first time you were by yourself, nose buried in a book as Jungkook was clocking in. He wasn't able to speak to you until about an hour later, when the morning rush had passed and you had finally lifted your head from whatever was in that book. 

You were honestly dreading facing him again, but you were prepared and actually presentable this time. Also you were kind of starving. And so, you hesitantly approached the counter. Jungkook took your order, both of you all fidgeting hands and sheepish smiles. You mentally patted yourself on the back when you spoke without any real mess-ups, and prayed that the cool girl aura you always tried so desperately to maintain was being transmitted. 

Not like you were trying to leave a lasting impression, or anything.

He hand delivered you your coffee and muffin with a beaming grin, all while his new boss glared at him from behind the counter. He didn't have to know that you knew cashiers weren't supposed to serve the food.

The second visit was a few days after. You were with Jimin again, shooting down every jab he made about you only wearing a pretty dress because you knew you would be coming here. Jungkook joined you both during his break. As soon as he untied his apron and sat himself directly across from you, it struck. You knew you were screwed. You just couldn't stop staring at him. The chin in the palm of your hands and sparkles in your eyes type of staring. You would be much more ashamed if you couldn’t see the way he was staring right back. Jimin found this hilarious, of course, and would subtly find ways to connect you two in conversation. You weren't sure if you loved or hated him for it.

It was that visit that Jungkook insisted on sharing his slice of strawberry cake with you, claiming he wasn't that hungry. The both of you were embarrassed, whacking his arm and dismissing him as Jimin complained about being the third wheel. By the end of his break, Jungkook was positively smitten, you were begrudgingly infatuated, and Jimin was awfully smug. He reluctantly said bye to you both, and you were slouching forward with your head in your hands the moment he disappeared from visibility.

Jimin looked extremely pleased. "Believe me now?"

"Focusing on school," You protested. It was a weak one, but. Well.

"Are you trying to convince me or yourself?" He mused.

And suddenly, you were frantic. Panicking. This was definitely not a part of the plan.

Quickly packing up your things, you groaned loudly. "You. Maybe me. Or both. I can't think in this place anymore."

"You'll be all over each other by next week."

"Shh!" You were childishly covering your ears and speed-walking out of the café.

Try as you might, you couldn't help yourself and returned the very next day after all your classes had finished. Jungkook was already there when you walked in, taking a customer's order but doing a double take and flashing you a smile when you appeared in his line of sight. This visit consisted of nothing but pretending.

Pretending to be studying. Pretending you weren't listening to him take orders just to hear his voice. Pretending you weren't sneaking glances at him. Pretending that the way your eyes kept meeting wasn't making your skin prickle. And you were just fine pretending, until suddenly he was in the seat across from with you his apron off and a steaming hot chocolate in hand. You tried your hardest to remain indifferent, you really did. But then he was pushing the beverage towards you with gentle eyes and his smile hopeful, telling you it was his treat because he noticed how hard you were studying. And then you were melting right along with the marshmallows in that mug.

The two of you talked about your majors, your families, your favorite shows, even Jimin. You asked about his tattoos and he explained them with ease. You also may have pulled out one of the oldest tricks in the book at the sight of his knuckle tattoos, gasping in feigned wonder when you pulled his hand against yours to measure the size difference. 

His hand could swallow yours whole and still have some leftover, you discovered. It was a very rewarding experiment.

You made each other laugh and blush down to the very last second of his break. Scarily enough, being in each other's presence was so annoyingly addictive that you found yourself hesitant to watch him leave. You could tell Jungkook felt the same by the way he dragged out his goodbyes. I work again on Thursday, maybe I'll see you then? Your fingers brushed as he softly took the mug from you. It was really fun talking to you. You were biting your lip to keep from smiling embarrassingly big. You look really pretty today, by the way. And then he was off.

You made a strangled noise the second you were outside with your fingers frantically beginning to type a message to Jimin.

promise not to say i told you so :///

Jungkook asked you out on your fourth visit. As soon as you approached the counter, he just blurted it out. As if it was something he couldn't hold on his tongue any longer. You couldn't hear yourself say yes over your brain malfunctioning and the powerful thumping of your heart, but you knew you did. His heartbreakingly gorgeous grin told you so.

On his break, Jungkook brought you a latte with a heart carved in the cream. You just couldn't conceal the coo that escaped you, which quickly resulted in his cheeks reddening. 

Cute, you thought. 

He quizzed you on your personality and the type of activities you liked to do, admitting that he would use the information to conjure up the best date you would ever go on. Six days later, Jungkook stayed true to his word. Not only was it the best date you had ever been on, but you were completely certain it would ruin any other dates for you moving forward, unless they were with him. Much to your annoyance and also utter delight, you were so sure of Jeon Jungkook and your brief but striking time together that you kissed him. Right on the swings of your favorite childhood playground, first date rules tossed aside.

He was so caught off guard that his eyes expanded to twice their normal size and your teeth banged together. You drew back, slightly mortified and ready to jump to your death from the tallest slide on the playground, but Jungkook was huffing a laugh onto your lips and grabbing your face like it was nothing. Then you two got it just right, and something clicked. The earth fell off its axis and you were rendered breathless and all that nauseating cliché shit you chastised as a myth. And from that day forward, you two were completely, tooth-rottingly, inseparable.

"Easy," Jungkook proclaimed, pecking your lips. "We finished the tree."

He set you back on the floor gently, releasing a dramatic breath of air as if lifting you to place the star on top of the tree had actually winded him. As if he wasn't a muscle pig. You rolled your eyes and told him as much.

"Don't be a baby, muscle pig," You shoved at his bicep, only proving your point further when he didn't move an inch. ‘And I finished the tree.”

Instead, he caught the hand that you nudged him with and pulled your back to his chest, caging you between his arms. "Muscle pig, huh? That's what you think of me, baby?"

You flushed at the teasing lilt in his voice, suddenly very eager to escape his hold. But try as you might, he just wouldn't budge. A loud laugh left your throat as you flailed in his grasp, his muscled arms bulging in the turtleneck you bought him for his birthday a few months ago. Suddenly, you decided that you would be returning it for your own personal peace.

A high pitched whine left your mouth, one that lost all its seriousness once it was drowned out by your giggles. "Jungkook, let go of me!"

You would just not stop wiggling, and Jungkook could not stop laughing. He could live the rest of his life like this, his brain pauses to think. He's so happy.

And when you're thrashing so violently that your heel kicks his pocket with a force that has an object clattering onto the floor, Jungkook has never reacted faster in his life. Instantly your imprisonment is gone, and Jungkook is on your floor in a flash. Your eyebrows draw together at the sight of him scrambling for whatever it is, and all you're able to see is a sleek black case before he's quickly stuffing it back in his pocket.

You're eyeing him when he rises back on his feet. "Feel like sharing?"

Jungkook whistles noncommittally. "Not particularly, no."

There's a drawn-out beat of silence where you're just gazing at each other, neither one of you backing down. And then you're crossing your arms, and he's looking at your nose and your forehead and anywhere but your eyes, and then you're arching an eyebrow. He looks at you and breaks. Defeat.

"It's your present," He lets out a heavy sigh. "Well, the main one anyway."

You positively squeal. "Ooh! Can I see? Please?"

"Baby, it's the 20th."

"Can I have a hint?"

Jungkook blinks. "No, you cannot have a hint."

You're instantly pouting, but Jungkook expects that, because he knows you better than anyone else. Which is why he knows that you're a little spoiled, with a bit of a bratty streak, with just a dash of calculated charm that you use to your advantage to get just about anything you want. He's never seen it as a bad thing. In fact, he finds it cute. A little hot, too, if he's being truthful.

Anyway, he came prepared. Just as you're opening your mouth to no doubt make him spill the surprise, he's hushing you with a bruising kiss to your lips. The kind of kiss that makes you go pliant against him, the kind that makes you make a little noise in the back of your throat. The kind you've been waiting for all night. 

It’s the trick that never truly runs its course. 

And Jungkook is melting, too. Melting, turning to mush at your very feet, until you're moving backwards and clutching at his shoulders, ready to push him onto the couch.

"Mmm," He's humming against you, before he reluctantly draws back. He lets you chase his lips once, twice, before he chuckles lowly. "Hold on, angel."

You're suddenly feeling warm all over after his kisses, wanting nothing more than to cuddle into him into the couch and feel him next to you. Or maybe above you. With that chain you always tugged on dangling in your face. You really weren't picky.

You watched Jungkook break away from you and rummage through his bag with a frown and a newfound heat at the pit of your belly. "It can't wait?"

Like he said, he knows you, which means he knew kisses alone wouldn’t be able to satiate you nor get you to stop asking questions for the entire week. No matter how mind-numbing they may be.

"One second," He promised, and you definitely counted at least five, but he quickly found what he was looking for all the same. "I brought a surprise. Well, two surprises."

He was holding both of his hands behind his back with this stupid grin on his face. You squinted for a few seconds, suspicious, before breathing out a laugh. "Are you ever gonna show me?"

Jungkook looked way too happy with himself.

"The most important surprise is mistletoe, obviously. Gonna have to find a way to glue it on to the ceiling above your bed." And there was that mischievous little smile that told you he had every intention of carrying that out.

You folded your arms over your body and scoffed. Even if you were trying and failing to keep your lips from quirking up and possibly, maybe finding it a little harder to breathe all of a sudden. "You're unbelievable, Jeon."

He just winked and held up his other hand, pulling a gasp from your lips the second you realized what it was.

"The Polar Express!"

"I had to check like, four different stores in the mall to find it. That's why I got here a little late, by the way. But I thought we could make some hot chocolate like in the movie and watch it together and," Jungkook pauses to think, licking his lips. "There's a 'ride my train' joke in here somewhere but I don't know how to say it."

He's snorting at his own delivery before you are, and once your giggles permeate the air he's invading your space again with a lovesick smile.

"You are the sweetest boy," You praise, holding his pretty face with both hands and peppering small kisses all over it the way he secretly likes. "But you make me sick to my stomach sometimes."

If anything, this makes him smile even wider. "I love you too, baby."

You and Jungkook are in complete darkness besides the light coming from the TV in your room playing Polar Express. His head is on your shoulder with his arm strewn across your waist, and his entire leg slotted between yours. He's soft. He smells like the lavender body soap you keep in your shower. His gentle breaths hit your neck every time he exhales and you're now cliché enough to believe that the heart underneath you beats in tandem with yours. 

Both of your stomachs are filled from the takeout he ordered for dinner and the peppermint hot chocolate you made while he was in the shower. You're still mentally replaying the moment he stepped back in your room, towel wrapped around his waist with droplets of water cascading down his body. His prominent abs and tattoos and wet hair had you scrambling to sit up, clearing your throat as you tasked yourself with handing him his mug. If he noticed you ogling him, he surely didn’t react to it.

Made us some cocoa, you said.

He brought the beverage to his nose and sniffed once, twice, before his entire face bunched up. Peppermint is nasty. Then he was gulping it down.

I thought it was nasty, you laughed in disbelief.

Nothing you make me can be nasty. Thank you, baby.

And now you’re thoroughly warm from the tips of your fingertips down to your toes, and you figure it has less to do with the cocoa and more with the way Jungkook so obviously loves you. The way you love him.

Feeling a tugging at your shirt, you look down to see him peering up at you with a dazed twinkle in his eye. "You're not hot in this?"

You purse your lips and pause, knowing what was coming. "No. Are you?"

He has the decency to look a little clueless. He was always doing that, in a playfully childish way you grew to love.

"Actually, yeah I am," Jungkook furrows his brows, like it was something he was just now realizing. And then he's sitting up and pulling his shirt over his head, and you're instantly staring at his back and remembering the way it feels to rake your fingers up and down it, and he's turning back to you with a lazy smirk. "You don't wanna take yours off, angel?"

You swallow. "I'm okay."

Jungkook starts to laugh, that cocky laugh that is equal parts douchebag-ish and sexy. He's most definitely turning you on and he most definitely knows this, which is why you're glaring at him until he reaches over you and picks up the mistletoe from your bedside desk. He dangles it over your heads, makes sure to wriggle his eyebrows suggestively when he does it, and you want to laugh, you really do. You would probably roll your eyes and call him a nerd too while you were at it, if it weren't for the way he was changing his position and starting to lean over you. Crowding your space in your favorite way. 

Jungkook hears your breathing pick up once you're directly under him, watches the way your lips part and your eyes change for him, and decides to go for the kill.

Nothing about the kiss was soft or gentle. Jungkook clearly had a point to prove and knew how he wanted to do it. The dangling mistletoe was soon forgotten in favor of holding your face by your chin, landing with a chime on your wooden floors. He worked your mouth open in that sloppy, messy, dirty way he only exhibited when he was feeling particularly desperate. Saliva pooled at the corners of your mouth and you were trembling underneath him, clutching at the warm skin of his back. It was nasty, absolutely obscene the way his tongue was in your mouth like his life depended on it. And you loved it. You couldn't stop making these little sounds, and Jungkook was groaning into your mouth right along with you. You were seconds away from pleading for him to do anything he wanted, to make you his, when he's abruptly pulling from you with a wet pop and a string of saliva between you.

Your ragged breaths fill the air, both of your chests heaving as you take a second to attempt to drag yourself out of the haze he's built around you two.

The asshole has the audacity to laugh. "Hot yet?"

"You don't have to bring out the mistletoe to kiss me, you know." You eventually say instead.

"I know," He pants, still smiling like the all-consuming beauty he is. "But you love Christmas. And it's our first. Wanna do it right."

You feel the need to close your eyes, let his words sink in, and so you do. You let the statement blanket over you until you're positively beaming, and when you open your eyes, he is the same. You are so irreversibly in love and you think he might be perfect. You tell him as much.

"You're perfect," You say, all soft and starry eyed. You're nodding when he starts shaking his head, and when the tips of his ears begin to turn red and he's putting his head down, you're giggling and putting both hands on either side of his head to get his eyes back on yours. "I love you a lot."

Jungkook is so happy. "Love you most."

And then he's leaning down again. This kiss is much less frantic, more steady, but still passionate and still with Jungkook, which means it fills your body with heat all the same. Your head is floating and you're squirming under his hold again when you break apart for air.

There's no point in trying to resist him anymore. You never can.

"I'm gonna take my sweater off now."

Jungkook scrunches his nose, and grins. "Okay."

read part two here!

[mhioislife]

I saw your pairing/au post and I'll cry if you have anything for MatsuOi in a college setting?

Hi!!! MatsuOi is really good™ and important™ pairing so of course I have something for them owo Btw it got really long, so I've put it under the read more. I love your fanfics and hcs btw, I feel honoured you've sent me an ask ;u;

Send me an AU and a pairing and I'll come up with a few headcanons! (no omageverse pls, and if you send more than one AU/pairing specify if you want me to combine them or do them separately, please)

- in this AU they get to know each other in college

- well, it’s not really true either. they have lectures in different buildings, so they don't see each other on campus, but they do recognize each other from the morning bus rides, since they rent flats near each other, at the beggining of the bus route (Mattsun gets on one bus stop earlier than Oikawa), so they spend almost all the ride to the uni in the other’s presence

- the first time they notice each other they sneak glances (bc holy moly, he’s handsome), but immediately avert their eyes if they see the other looks at him too

- they never talk, but notice each other every day and after a few weeks even smile for greeting

- the first time Oikawa (or rather “The Pretty Boy from the Bus” as Mattsun calls him in thoughts) smiles at him, Mattsun feels his heart skip a beat and he blushes

- he looks away, bitting his lip to stop this stupid, giddy smile from appearing on his face (because it definitely will be too wide and too happy and too quick just for smiling back, he doesn’t want to look like an idiot or a creep or a twelve year old with a crush - even tho he defenitely feels like this right now - get a hold of yourself Issei-), because the other boy’s smile????? He felt charmed by The Pretty Boy, and has seen him smile already (at some text or something on his phone) but the smile just now, directed at HIM, absolutely stole his heart, okay?

- Oiks acts nonchalant, but screams inside because hoW CAN HE BE EVEN CUTER WTF ILLEGAL

- Mattsun thinks about The Pretty Boy's smile all day

- and Oiks thinks about this cute blushing face

- the next morning Mattsun is the one, who smiles first and Oiks smiles back of course

- they smile all the ride to their uni tbh

- (wow, I got kinda carried away but I swear we're getting to the actual college part now)

- one day Oiks isn't here

- Mattsun is dissapointed but thinks maybe The Pretty Boy overslept and was late for the bus

- but the next day he's not here either

- or the next day

- or the next

- Mattsun is pretty worried but has no way of checking if The Pretty Boy is okay

- luckily, the next Monday, Oiks comes back

- Mattsun is so relieved and happy to see The Pretty Boy again, that he comes to him and asks where has he been the past few days

- it was more on a whim and tbh Mattsun is terryfied of what he just did, because The Pretty Boy is even prettier up close, how will he be able to form coherent sentence when The Boy is so distracting? his chocolate brown eyes? faint freckles on his cheeks and nose? pretty. and his hair look really really soft and Mattsun feels the urge to check by himself if they're as soft as they look. and his lips-

- The Pretty Boy smiles softly and charmingly and teases him: why? did you miss me~? he explains that he was just sick, but he's okay now

- tho in the inside Oiks freaks out because the boy he likes noticed his absence??? was kinda worried apparently??????

- Mattsun says he's glad that he's back. Oiks says he's glad, too

- neither of them really knows what now and only sneak glances for a moment again. and smile like idiots

- finally Mattsun asks if Oiks really goes to the uni here. Oiks confirms and they fall into conversation

- Mattsun is studying medicine. he wants to be a pediatrist one day. says he has a bit of experience with children bc he often had to take care of his younger siblings when his parents weren't home. or his younger cousins bc he's one of the oldest in his generation in his family (Oiks tries to imagine Mattsun with children but can't. the vision of tall, sleepy-looking Mattsun with a few kids, smoll beans full of energy, doesn't really fit lmao)

- Oiks is studying astronomy but he aims to become professional volleyball player and the astronomy degree is just supposed to be plan B. he plays in the city's club

- Mattsun played volleyball too, tried to play in the uni, too, but you have to study a lot on medical degree so he had to stop. but he still loves volleyball

- "We're playing a match next weekend, Mattsun, you can come to watch m- us, if you want~" "What is with this nickname?"

- they give each other phone numbers and they start to text each other

- they text about everything - about their passions, their friends and families, their plans and dreams, their problems... and they text before lectures, they text after lectures, they text during lectures, they text-

- they always talk during the bus rides and are kinda dissapointed when they reach the uni and have to part their ways, but they often meet up when their lectures end

- Mattsun comes to watch Oikawa's match on Saturday. it's just a friendly match of the second squad of the club

- he's surprised by THIS Oikawa, so serious, focused and determined. well, "surprised" isn't the best word. he's fascinated. he knows Oiks as kinda childish, happy-go-lucky, charming, cute guy. but this Oikawa. he's hot

- Mattsun feels chills running up his spine every time Oiks scores service ace

- he whispers "fuck me" at one point and his heart stops for a moment when Oiks immediately yells "maybe later"... to one of his teammates. it was just a stupid coincidence and Mattsun feels kinda relieved he wasn't caught, but also kinda dissapointed

- he waits for Oiks after the match and compliments him (and discovers that blushing Oiks is really cute??? How can this guy be so cute, hot and then adorable again in matter of seconds?????)

- Oiks asks if Mattsun wants to hang out

- they go to the cinema

- the movie is so bad... at first they really wanted to watch it (or... tried to. they couldn't really focus on it), but then it got so ridiculous and they made fun of it all the time to the end credits

- they were coming back home by the bus but Mattsun got off with Oiks. he insisted on walking him to his flat

- neither of them really knows who initiated this, but suddenly they were holding hands

- they didn't really want to part their ways and just stood under Oiks's block of flats, still holding hands, staring into the other's eyes, relucantly thanking for the nicely spend time (relucantly - because they really don't want the day to end and they just hope the time would just stop and they could be like this forever)

- then Oiks wants to invite Mattsun to his flat, bc it's Saturday and his roommates came back home for weekend so the flat is only his rn, but he can't bc suddenly there are Mattsun's lips on his own and the kisses are slow and shy at first, but full of passion

- they end up spending the night in Oiks's flat. they don't really sleep much.

- they start officially dating after this

- they are very affectionate with each other. there's a lot of psychical contact between them, regardless if they're holding hands, entwining their legs when they're sitting on the sofa and watching tv, kissing the other on the back of their hand/temple/forehead/cheek/nose/lips or if they're just leaning on each other in the library, when they study to their exams (their friends were kinda annoyed at all this PDA but they got used to this eventually)

- they love cuddling. Mattsun gives the best hugs btw. they're strong, warm and make you feel so safe. whenever Oiks feels overhelmed and stressed - he goes straight to Mattsun and Mattsun holds him surely all the time until Oiks says what's bothering him

- Mattsun on the other hand loves when Oiks runs his hands through his hair. if he's feeling upset or just especially affectionate, he lays his head on Oiks's laps and Oiks grooms his hair almost automatically now, bc he's so used to this

- they go on a lot of dates, but there are no fancy restaurants or anything. they're both romantics at heart and they're perfectly fine with walks under the starry sky or sharing ice cream or picnics in the woods or just watching movies in the cinema or apartament one of them lives in

- there are a lot of gifts tho. small ones like alien pendant or Oiks cooking hamburgers for Mattsun, or big ones like big, thoughtfully planned date in the amusement park or a movie/music album with signature of their favourite actor/musician won with a lot of effort in the auction in the internet

- there was only one big fight between them - when Oiks got into the first squad in his club. he started kinda overworking himself (not much, but it was kinda harder for him to find time for others, Mattsun included) and Mattsun was worried. they quickly made up and Oiks still trained a bit more to hold his position in the first squad, but with Mattsun's help he was able to find time for everyone and everything important

- the time they go meet Mattsun's family is a trip Oiks won't ever forget. Mattsun's parents are really nice and all the siblings and cousins love him???? the smallest ones run to him when they see him and Mattsun can't even fully enter his home, because he opens the door and suddenly there are screams full of joy ("Issei" or just "Sei") and there are kids hanging from his arms and hugging his legs and climbing up his back???? and the older ones, who are teens now, greet him with a smile and ask him to help them with their homework or play cards/board game/some multiplayer online game with them, his mom and aunts have to intervene and ask them all to give Issei a room to breath, he will be there all weekend, keep calm-

- the kids like Oiks too, btw, but Mattsun is still their fav. all the time Oiks and him are there, at least one kid hangs out with them too

- Oiks thinks it's adorable and that Mattsun would be not only great pediatrist but an amazing dad too wait what who said that-

- the exams time is hard for them because they study a lot and don't see each other as much, but they're unseparable when the exams are over

- they rent a flat together on their second year and adopt a dog

- and live happily ever after

Thank you for the ask!!!