#and she’s saying that it is a group assignment (which I don’t agree with) so I have to do it

[zbelle7]

That does look like an issue date but I think it must be 2020 because Irving says during the Attila dinner that the first severed office opened 12 years ago (which is probably accurate given he’s clearly investigating them) and the front page article of the newspaper in his trunk is about an employee suing Lumon who was severed in 2008.

Also since this whole thread is about Severance timelines, I wanted to add stuff I’ve been trying to figure out regarding it because I know some people have been theorising that Helena’s mother was an innie and that’s why she isn’t mentioned/isn’t involved with her, but I don’t think she was. If Mark was born in 1978 and the age gap between him and Harmony is similar to Adam and Patricia’s (5 years), then that means Harmony was born in roughly 1973. If we assume Miss Huang is about 14-16 when she does her work experience before her Wintertide Fellowship, then we can assume Harmony was also about 14-16 which would be around 1987-89. She went from her fellowship directly into a Lumon job which I imagine would be 17 at the youngest in 1990. So her invention of the Severance chip was probably sometime in the early 90s after Helena was born in 1989/1990.

I imagine once they discovered Harmony’s designs, they immediately began working on the chip. I get the impression Helena was pretty young when she was shown the original prototype - she thought she was going to have hundreds of brothers and sisters because severed Lumon employees were considered ‘family’, Jame loved her enthusiasm so this was probably back when he thought she was like Kier - so I’m guessing it was the mid-late 90s? Jame didn’t become CEO until 2003 so I think he was probably the Eagan family member that was assigned to oversee the development of Severance and he obviously eventually took credit for it when it went public. And as I said before, Irving mentions the first severed office opened in 2008 and in Irving’s trunk the newspaper article about the severed employee suing Lumon says he was severed in June 2008 so that lines up. Burt worked for Lumon for at least 20 years and his job was to ‘take care’ of the people who knew too much or threatened to expose the company. So that also fits in with the idea that Lumon were probably secretly experimenting on their workers between the late 90s and 2008. I think it’s during this period that the innies were being sent to the severed cabin at the birthing retreat to have Jame’s kids and that also lines up with Jame becoming less interested in Helena and wanting to replace her with another heir.

I’m sure it’s just another case of dead mother, shit father but I think it would be cool if Helena’s mother actually is alive and was shunned from the family and threatened to keep her distance because she didn’t agree with severance. And since I get the impression Irving isn’t actually working with any of the known groups trying to take the company down (Reghabi would’ve went to him otherwise, Lumon had no clue he was investigating them, John Turturro has implied Irving’s reasons for investigating them are more personal) my out there theory is that maybe Irving and Helena’s mother know each other and she’s working with him to take them down.

Anyways tl;dr I think it goes:

1973 - Harmony is born

1978 - Mark is born

1987/1988 - Harmony’s wintertide fellowship

1989/1990 - Helena is born

early 90s - Harmony works at Lumon and invents Severance

mid 90s - Harmony works on the severance chip prototype overseen by Jame

late 90s -Burt is hired, employee experiments begin, severed birthing cabin created

2003 - Jame becomes CEO

June 2008 - first severed office open, first severed employees

2017/18 - Gemma’s crash, Mark is hired

early 2020 - the events of season 1 and 2

rebloggable severance timeline for those that appreciate a visual! folks can click to zoom, but i did a lot of cross referencing with the severance wiki timeline pages (also shoutout to the severance community for finding previous mistakes!)

days highlighted in pink are days that helly is awake (adding up to 23, 24 if we count the second day of the ORTBO despite the fact that we can assume she was only awake for a short while)

days highlighted in orange are days that helena is posing as helly

there's a decent possibility that there is a bigger gap between 2x3 and 2x4 - milchick has his "monthly performance review" in 2x5 only a week and a half after he takes over

on the 11th ricken tells omark that he dropped off his book "five full days" ago despite the estimate that he dropped it off on wednesday the 5th (inconsistency)

dates are numbered around june's concert that canonically happens on the 17th (month unknown)

[creature-from-unknown-orgins]

SHUT UP I DONT WANT TO PRACTICE A DEBATE FOR A SCHOOL ASSIGNMENT WITH YOU STOP GUILT TRIPPING ME

[lightseoul]

a/n. the idea just came to me. that's it, basically. i hope i was able to capture the emotions that go hand in hand with this scenario. (0.7k)

“once again, another round of applause for mr. and mrs. midoriya!”

you cheer as loud as you can as you watch izuku effortlessly lift ochaco from the dip that signaled the end of their first dance as a married couple. even from where you’re seated a few feet away, the scarlet sitting high on both their cheeks is unmistakable, although not as palpable as the love that’s radiating off of their frames. you watch as the hero-turned-teacher whispers something to his other half, to which she responds with a delighted laugh.

“aren’t the two of them just adorable?” present mic, who also just happens to be the host for the evening croons, and everybody hollers in agreement. you make sure your bellows are one of the loudest, although you falter when you feel a pair of eyes boring at the side of your face.

“midoriya looks like he’s about to faint,” sero jokes from across the round table, which grants him a few snickers from the group.

“uraraka’s not any better,” comments kirishima who looks towards the couple with a slightly concerned expression.

“oh, you guys are exaggerating,” you retort, glancing back to appraise the two, only to find that they are now as red as ripe ass tomatoes. your face falls when you do, and everybody at your assigned table bursts into laughter at the sight. even bakugou, who’s sitting at your right, lets out a small chuckle.

“keep laughing, kacchan—” goads kaminari, who is instantly rewarded with a glare from the ash-blonde. that doesn’t deter him from continuing, though, opting to toss the latter a knowing grin instead. “i bet my money you’d flush like crazy when it’s you and y/n’s turn to get married.”

at that, you let out a small laugh before the man beside you can say anything, although it comes out a bit stilted. again, you sense bakugou’s gaze on you, but you don’t meet it. you muster a playful pout. “can we focus on the ones who are actually getting married right now, please?”

“actually, they already have,” corrects iida as a matter of factly, “but i agree. i think present mic’s about to—”

“calling on the best man and maid of honor!” echoes the elderly hero’s summon as if on cue.

the spotlight immediately shines on you and bakugou.

“let’s have another lovely couple join in these poor two,” present mic implores, “they’re seeming a bit too awkward, standing in front by themselves.”

another wave of laughter resounds across the large room as you gingerly stand up with a polite smile on your face, with bakugou following suit and doing the same. you startle ever so minutely when you feel his hand slip across the distance between you two and intertwine with yours, but you don’t resist when he uses his grip to lead you to the center of the dance floor.

you catch a glimpse of ochaco as you walk toward the front, your heart dropping at the sight of what should be an elated face contorted in an almost imperceptible look of guilt and worry. you flash her the most reassuring smile you can conjure, knowing all too well that the same exchange is happening between izuku and the man who is now moving to place one hand on your waist as the other maintains his hold on yours.

“ready?” bakugou asks when you’re finally close and facing each other, his low, rough voice shooting a pang of distant longing straight to you despite yourself.

at that, you force a smile at him, willing every fiber of your being to ignore the way he’s looking at you.

the way he’s looking at you like he’s second-guessing ending things just as much as you are.

which is silly, because god knows you’ve talked about it a thousand times, and the conclusion remains the same.

but before you can waver and expose yourselves in front of everyone else in the room—you’d go through hell and high water to make sure ochaco and izuku’s day is perfect, after all—you swallow all the what-ifs that are still fighting to be uttered and nod.

“ready.”

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[wosospacegirl]

I don’t even like boys - Arsenal teen! r

Summary: Reader has sex with a boy because she is confused about her sexuality but ends up having a pregnancy scare. Leah and Katie comfort her through it.

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: Talks of teenage pregnancy (but she’s not pregnant!!) a little bit of good luck, baby vibes?

Masterlist here

This was based on a request! Hope you guys enjoy it.

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The Health check day at Arsenal was awkward. The team was split into groups of three, each assigned to a general practitioner, a physiotherapist, and a gynaecologist. All the girls had to be examined by all three before returning to training, as per house rules, Y/n guessed.

Y/n, Leah, Katie, and Kyra, sat bored in the gynaecologist’s waiting room. Leah tapped her foot in frustration. “This is ridiculous. We could be training at the gym instead of waiting here,” the blonde muttered.

“You say that every season,” Katie said, rolling her eyes. The Irish woman had a small rubber ball, which she kept bouncing back and forth against the wall.

“Yeah, because every season we lose at least two hours here just so we can go inside and answer the same questions Dr. Smith always asks,” Leah grumbled. “I know she is old and all that, but she always asks me if there is a chance I could be pregnant!” The captain continued, looking at the door as if making sure Dr. Smith wouldn’t hear her.

“I’ve told her I’m just into women like twelve times already,” Leah complained.

Leah wasn’t the chattiest person around, but mate —she could talk when she was annoyed at something.

“Don’t give the woman a hard time,” Kyra said, smiling at Leah. “It’s bureaucracy, they must keep records and stuff like that. Plus, you can’t just expect Dr. Smith to remember everybody’s sexuality. Not everyone in the team is gay.”

“The kid’s right for once,” Katie agreed.

“For once?” Kyra asked, noticing the teasing. “Shut up, McCabe.”

“You might have a point, Kyra,” Leah said, turning slightly to Y/n, who hadn’t said a word since the groups arrived at the waiting room. “Why are you so quiet, Y/n?”

“Maybe because I have nothing to say?” Y/n answered sharply, rolling her eyes.

“Someone’s in a mood,” Katie said.

“Shut up,” Y/n mumbled.

“Ouch!” The young girl exclaimed as she felt Leah pinching her arm. “Why would you do that?” Y/n snapped, looking at the captain and then at the sore skin on her arm.

“Don’t be rude,” Leah warned firmly using her captain's voice.

“I’m not being rude; you guys are just annoying to be around!”

“You guys? I haven’t done anything to you?” Kyra defended herself, a pout on her face.

Y/n hadn’t been in a mood when she woke up, but her day took a turn for worse when she received a notification on her phone from her period-tracking app.

Your period is a week late

She hadn’t realized it, being too caught up with training and school to notice how her menstrual cycle was irregular. Y/n wouldn’t have to worry about it if she had stuck to her rule —not having sex with boys — but it just happened.

Y/n wasn’t sure about her sexuality yet, but she knew she liked girls more than boys. Until last month, she had never kept any type of physical intimacy with a boy before, but it all changed when she met this nice boy from her school. He was a year old and just very kind to her.

The girl wouldn’t say she was attractive to him or anything, she actually didn’t want to have sex because she was horny, or any other reason teenagers normally have sex.

She just wanted to see if she would enjoy herself or not. If she was able to like boys or just girls.

Y/n was curious.

One thing led to another and when Y/n realized she and Chris had sex with the during a very cold Saturday afternoon. After they finished, well, he finished, Y/n put on her shirt and underwear, staring at the boy sleeping in her bed.

It felt wrong.

Not because he was rude to her or bad at sex, but because he just… wasn’t a girl.

“Hey, Chris,” Y/n poked the sleeping boy. “Mate, wake up.”

“Hm?” the boy mumbled, slightly opening her eyes. “What? Is it morning already?”

“What? No, of course not, it’s been just15 minutes since we—”

“Had sex?” The boy finished her sentence, a smirk displayed on his face.

“Well—Yeah! That’s why I need you to leave,” Y/n could see the smirk disappearing from the boy’s face, disappointment settling in.

“Leave? Like… back to my house?”

“Exactly.” Y/n left the bed, looking for her pants on the floor. Where were they? She could swear she had put it on her desk chair.

As Y/n looked around, she felt Chris’s eyes on her body. She didn’t like it.

“Did I do something wrong?” Chris finally asked, sitting straight on the bed, back against the headboard. “It was my first time too, but I hope I didn’t hurt you or anything.”

Y/n’s face soften. Maybe she was being a bit rude.

“No, Chris, it was alright, I just—I don’t think I really like…boys.” Y/n confessed, finally finding her pants under her bed.

“Oh.”

“Yeah mate, I’m sorry.”

Chris left the bed and began looking for his clothes, while Y/n stood there awkwardly. She shouldn’t feel awkward in her own house. When Chris was dressed and ready to go, Y/n led him to the front door.

“This could stay between us, right?” Y/n asked softly as she opened the door to the boy, the cold winter breeze meeting her face. She was just now realizing that Chris could very much tell anyone what they did.

Even the Media.

“I—I can’t have people knowing about this… the team and the contract—” Y/n continued.

Chris gave her a sad smile. “Don’t worry, Y/n. Let’s just pretend it never happened.”

After a clumsy goodbye, Chris left, and Y/n was finally alone again. She desperately needed a shower.

And that’s how Y/n realized she was going through a pregnancy scare.

Y/n didn’t feel different, she hadn’t had any weird cravings. She hasn’t gained or lost any weight. Surely, she wasn’t pregnant. She wasn’t on any birth control, but she had made sure Chris was wearing a condom.

They were both a bit clumsy, but they had remembered to check if the condom had a hole or not before Chris threw it away. At least they’d done one thing right.

So yeah, Y/n didn’t know why she was so nervous. She didn’t have any reason to be. She followed the Sex Education’s rules to the letter… but, what if something had gone wrong? Was she even ovulating that day? She couldn’t be sure.

Y/n began biting her nails. Her teammates could sense Y/n’s tension, but they didn’t want to make the younger girl angrier than she already was — although they were all very curious about the reason for her foul mood.

After what felt like centuries, Alessia appeared in the waiting room, having just left the gynaecologist’s office. The blonde exchanged a few words with the other girls before leaving. Now Y/n just had to wait — Dr. Smith would call one of them soon.

Within minutes, the girls heard Dr. Smith’s voice through the door. “Next!” The old lady called.

Y/n probably got up too quickly from her chair, because Leah, Katie and Kyra looked at her like she was crazy. “I’ve never seen you so excited to go see Dr. Smith before,” Kyra said.

“You almost took the chair with you,” Katie added suspiciously.

“I—I just want to be one of the firsts! The last time we had check-up day, I was the last one to go,” Y/n said defensively, taking small steps towards the office.

“You were the last one because you were terrified of going to the gynaecologist,” Leah said, raising an eyebrow. “I literally had to go in with you. “

Did the older girls really need to remember everything all the time?

“I’m just a changed woman now,” Y/n sighed. “You all might see me as some kid, but I’m almost 18 —things change.” The defensiveness in Y/n voice was unmatched, so Leah just let her go without pressing any further

“Something happened to her.”

That was the last thing Y/n could hear before entering Dr. Smith’s office.

..

 After completing the physical part of the exam, Dr. Smith sat across from Y/n at her desk, her notebook open on Y/n’s medical files. Y/n couldn’t pay attention to what the old woman was typing —she was too distracted by the sight in front of her: a replica of a uterus with a baby inside.

“Darling, I’m just going to go through the same questions as always, okay,” Dr. Smith said with a smile.

Y/n answered all the questions honestly. Yes, she had bad period cramps. No, she didn’t have migraines. Yes, it bothered her to play during her period. No, the training didn’t make the cramps go worse.

Everything was fine until Dr. Smith asked:

“During your last check, up you said you weren’t sexually active, right? How about now?”

Y/n blushed, staring at the doctor in front of her. Did she really have to go through this just to play professional football?

“Hm—So about that—yes,” Y/n fumbled over her words. She scratched the back of her head nervously.

Dr. Smith remained silent, waiting for Y/n to continue, but the young girl clamped her mouth shut, looking at the walls instead.

“Yes what, darling?” asked Dr. Smith. “This is a private space; you don’t need to be embarrassed.”

Private space? As if! Y/n thought, Dr. Smith had her whole hormonal history — and now sex life — written up in her file.

“I’ve had had sex since the last time we talked.” Y/n explained, no emotions on her face. She just needed to be direct.

“Would you be okay telling me if it was with a boy or a girl?” The poor woman was really trying to get Y/n to open up— Y/n had to give her that.

“Hm—” Y/n bit her nails. “Two months ago, I was with this girl. She was my first. And then last month, I had sex with this guy, but it was only once,” Y/n explained.

“So, you’ve had two sexual partners, correct?”

“Yes, but the girl was the only one who I slept with more than once.” Y/n was going to die of embarrassment, — she was sure of it.

“Alright darling, had you had any STI test after then?”

“Yes, everything’s fine.”

“Great! That’s great. What about your period? Have you noticed any changes in your cycle after having intercourse?” Dr. Smith questioned.

Y/n stared at the women. She had to tell her.

“Well, about that,” Y/n laughed nervously. “My period is kind of late, but it’s probably nothing, right? We used condoms, and not throwing up or anything, I just have to wait, don’t I?”

For a moment, all they could hear in the office were Y/n trainers tapping the floor.

“How late are you, Y/n?” Dr. Smith asked, a frown on her face.

“A week.”

“Hm,” Dr. Smith mumbled before getting up from her chair and opening a white cabinet. The older woman held a box with a baby printed on it and handed it to Y/n

Y/n started at the pregnancy test, not wanting to take it.

“We’ll have you doing this test, okay? Just go to the bathroom and pee on it. It will take 3 to 5 minutes to get the results.”

Y/n said nothing.

“You need to do it, Y/n, I know you are scared, but we can’t be sure why your period is late if you don’t take.”

Y/n took the pregnancy test, tears in her eyes.

Before Dr. Smith could say anything, Y/n was already bolting through the office door, straight to the bathroom. She heard Leah and Katie behind her. The older women were calling for her, asking what had happened, but Y/n didn’t look back.

When she got to the bathroom, she locked herself in one of the stalls, it wasn’t long before she heard the door open. Before Leah or Katie could say anything, Y/n was already crying.

Leah and Katie looked at each other, both very worried. They didn’t know what could have possibly happened back at the gynaecologist’s office, but they were sure it was bad by the way the young girl reacted.

“Hey babe, what’s wrong?” Leah asked softly. “Did something, why are you crying?”

“I’m an idiot,” Y/n answered, her hands shaking. “I’m such a fucking idiot.”

Katie and Leah shared an apprehensive look.

“And why do you say that kid? Leah questioned, trying to get the stall to open. “Come talk to us.”

Y/n was so distressed, she just wanted to get this test done over with.

“I—I had sex with this boy from my school,” Y/n confessed, tears running down her face. “I’m not even sure why, I know I don’t like boys, but I just wanted to be sure.”

“Okay, that okay, that’s completely normal,” Katie said. “It’s that why you are crying?”

Half the Arsenal team were lesbians. They’d been Y/n’s age once and knew how confusing it is to understand one’s sexuality.

“Did the boy do something to you, Y/n?” Leah asked, her voice angry. “If he did, we can find him and go to the police—”

“It’s not that,” Y/n said through tears. “My period is late, and Dr. Smith gave me a pregnancy test, but I’m just scared to take it.”

The bathroom was silent again.

“Did you use protection?” Leah asked, breaking the silence.

“Yes,” Y/n answered through the door.

“Okay, so the odds are in your favor, yeah, kid? Go take the test, and when you’re done, we’ll be right here with you.” Leah said.

“I’m sure it’s going to be negative, babe, don’t worry, take the test, and then we’ll figure stuff out.” The Irish women added.

That’s what Y/n did. She followed the instructions written on the box and just waited. She could see Katie’s and Leah’s shadows through the door opening. Who would have thought that shadows could be comforting?

A minute passed. Then two. And then five.

Just one bright pink line.

Not pregnant.

Y/n yanked the stall door open and threw her arms around Leah and Katie, who weren’t expecting the sudden embrace. The girl felt like she could finally breathe again, her heart slowing doing as her chest relaxed against Leah and Katie’s embrace.

“I’m not fucking pregnant,” Y/n said, hugging the women tight. “I might start crying again.”

“See, we were right, nothing to worry about,” Leah patted Y/n’s back

“I told you, no drama.” Katie said playfully. “Pregnancy tests are overrated anyway.”

After Y/n calmed down, the three women went back to the waiting room. Y/n had to go back inside the gynaecologist office to tell Dr. Smith she wasn’t pregnant after all. After a few minutes, Dr. Smith let Y/n go and told advised her to use birth control or IUD is she wanted to feel more protected against any potential pregnancy.

“Oh Dr. Smith, don’t worry, now I know I don’t even like boys,” Y/n said before leaving the room.

..

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[leriexoxo]

THIN LINE (enemies to lovers)

Pairing: Seungmin x Reader

Tags: enemies to lovers, smut, bathroom sex, locked in a cabin, unprotected sex, hate sex,

Word count: 3k

Summary: you’re forced to share a room AND a bed eith your arch nemesis over at the ski lodge but whats even worse? Your friends decide to play a prank and lock you both in all day… what happens when you both realize that there’s a thin line between love and hate?

This work contains mature themes, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!

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You honestly weren’t sure how you ended up here—again.

Wedged between Hyunjin and Han on the couch, trying to focus on the movie playing, while Kim Seungmin sat directly across from you, slouched in the armchair like he was specifically designed to ruin your night.

His arms were crossed, brows lifted in that smug, perpetually unimpressed way. He wasn’t even pretending to pay attention to the screen—his focus was locked on you, head tilted, tongue poking at the inside of his cheek.

“What?” you snapped, already on edge.

He smirked. “Nothing. Just wondering how someone so loud can be this boring.”

Jisung choked on his popcorn beside you. “Oh my god, again? You two are gonna combust one day and take the whole dorm with you.”

“Only if she stops being a walking red flag,” Seungmin replied, tone flat. “Not my fault she thinks sarcasm is a personality trait.”

“Says the guy who’s allergic to basic human decency,” you bit back, arms folding tightly across your chest.

Chan groaned from the kitchen. “Can we not have a bloodbath tonight?”

“Too late,” Felix muttered, giggling as he made himself at home on the floor, feet tucked under a blanket. “It’s the sexual tension for me.”

You turned your head slowly. “I will smother you with that blanket.”

But the worst part? The part you’d never admit out loud?

Seungmin’s smirk lingered a second too long. His eyes dropped to your lips before he rolled them and looked away. Barely. But you caught it.

And your stomach did that traitorous flip.

Because maybe you hated him. Maybe he got under your skin like no one else. Maybe every interaction felt like a battle you were determined to win.

But somewhere deep in the back of your mind, a horrifying, devastating thought was beginning to form:

You didn’t hate him at all.

You just really, really wanted to kiss him.

-

It all started in the group chat.

Which, in hindsight, made perfect sense—because the group chat was cursed.

Chan had dropped a message at 2:16 AM, which meant either he couldn’t sleep or was in the middle of one of his hyperfixation spirals. Probably both.

CHAN: okay but what if we all took a weekend off?? like an actual trip?

CHAN: no work. no practice. just chill.

FELIX: YES. cabin in the snow. hot cocoa. matching sweaters.

JISUNG: i want to sled into oncoming traffic (affectionately)

HYUNJIN: i’ll bring a fur coat and a single dramatic tear

SEUNGMIN: don’t invite y/n then

YOU: literally no one asked you, ratman

SEUNGMIN: yet here you are. typing back. like a fan.

CHAN: i swear to god

You should’ve exited the chat then and there.

But no. Somehow, in your never-ending quest to not be the person who ruins everyone’s plans, you agreed. And then it snowballed—rental links, carpool groups, a Google Doc, and of course, room pairings.

“I’m not sharing with Hyunjin again,” Jeongin had announced during lunch one day, shoveling spicy tteokbokki into his mouth. “He sleep-talks in five languages.”

“I do not,” Hyunjin gasped.

“You tried to summon a demon using a NutriBullet manual.”

“…Okay but it worked.”

Eventually, Chan declared himself room-assigner, Felix offered to help (which was suspicious), and you found yourself sitting on a beanbag in Changbin’s living room as the final list got passed around.

“Oh,” Jeongin said, eyes scanning it. “Y/N and Seungmin, huh?”

Your head snapped up. “I’m sorry—what?”

Seungmin, from the other side of the room, didn’t even look up from his phone. “Should’ve known I was being punished for something.”

“You’re being punished?” you echoed, scandalized. “I’m the one getting stuck with a grumpy possum.”

Felix was grinning like he’d just lit the match on a bonfire. “You two bicker like you’re married anyway. Might as well lean into it.”

“You just want drama,” you muttered.

“I live for it.”

Chan clapped his hands. “Too late now. The bookings are locked. It’s decided.”

You locked eyes with Seungmin then—silent challenge. He gave you a slow blink. And a smirk.

“Try not to cry when I steal all the blankets.”

“Try not to whine when I kick you in your sleep.”

He turned back to his phone. “Better bring a mouthguard.”

Your eye twitched.

And just like that, the countdown to doom began.

-

You knew the second Chan handed out room keys that something evil was afoot, with the way they all sniggered.

“Wait,” you said,.“Are you really making me do this?”

“It’s just one weekend,” Chan said innocently, like he hadn’t clearly rigged this entire shared cabin setup to cause emotional damage.

“I really don’t wanna share a room with him.”

Seungmin stood beside you, arms crossed, looking equally offended. “As if I’d want to sleep near your snoring. Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Chan,” you hissed. “Please. I’ll sleep on the porch.”

“No you won’t,” Seungmin muttered. “The wolves deserve peace.”

“Seungmin.”

“Y/N.”

Chan, being the absolute menace he is, was already walking away, tossing you both a peace sign without looking back. “Enjoy the bonding, lovebirds.”

And that’s how you found yourself in Room 3 of a very cozy ski lodge, standing stiffly on opposite sides of a queen-sized bed while everyone else cracked beers and turned the living room into chaos central.

You and Seungmin just stared.

“Don’t get any ideas,” he said eventually, dumping his bag by the dresser.

“Relax. I’m pretty sure your resting bitch face works as birth control.”

He scoffed. “Maybe I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“Be my guest. I hope your back never recovers.”

But when night hit and the temperature dropped hard, the passive-aggression gave way to something worse—shivering silence.

You lay stiffly under the blanket, facing away from him, clutching the edge of your side like it was a lifeline. You could hear his breathing. Slow. Even. Too aware.

“Still awake?” you asked, voice low.

A beat.

“Unfortunately.”

“Why are you always such a dick to me?”

He didn’t answer at first.

Then: “Why do you always let me get to you?”

You turned to face him. Moonlight poured in through the gap in the curtain, painting sharp lines over his features—sharp jaw, soft lips, eyes that burned like frost.

Your heart stuttered.

“I don’t.”

“You do,” he said simply. “Every time.”

You opened your mouth, ready to throw another dagger, but his next words shut you up.

“You’re the only one who talks to me like that. Like you don’t give a shit.”

Silence stretched between you. Thick. Heavy.

And then, he moved.

Slowly. Barely a shift, but enough that the back of his hand brushed yours under the blanket. Not a grab. Not a hold. Just a touch. A question.

And you didn’t pull away.

His voice dropped, barely a whisper. “Still cold?”

“A little.”

Another pause. Then, quietly—genuinely: “C’mere.”

You didn’t trust your voice. So you moved instead. Closer. Close enough to feel the heat of him, the brush of his hoodie, the scent of clean detergent and Seungmin, so familiar it made your stomach flip.

His arm slipped around your waist like he’d done it a hundred times. Natural. Easy. Like enemies didn’t hold each other like this.

His lips brushed your hairline.

“This doesn’t mean I like you,” he murmured.

Your voice came out softer than you wanted. “Good. I still think you’re insufferable.”

But your face was tucked against his chest now. And his hand had found the dip of your spine. And the line between hate and want had never been thinner.

-

You woke to the sound of shuffling.

Then a thud.

Then Seungmin cursing under his breath.

You peeled open one eye, groaning as your body protested the movement. Your legs were tangled with his—still. His hoodie was bunched at your hips. And the bed was warm with his heat, the scent of him still lingering in the space between your skin and the sheets.

“What are you doing?” you croaked.

“The door’s locked,” he grumbled, jiggling the knob. “Like actually locked. I think they—”

He paused. Realization hit.

“Oh, those little shits.”

You sat up, squinting. “No.”

“Yes.”

“Felix?”

“Felix.”

Seungmin dragged a hand through his hair, muttering a string of curses that would’ve been funny if you weren’t currently trapped in a room with your supposed enemy, wearing his hoodie and little else, on a single bed that creaked every time one of you so much as breathed.

You rubbed your face. “They went out for the day, didn’t they.”

“Yup.” Seungmin leaned against the wall, arms crossed. His eyes trailed down—barely a glance—but it made your breath hitch. “We’re stuck until they get back. At least.”

Silence stretched again. Familiar now. Tense.

You pulled the blanket tighter around yourself and tried not to notice how Seungmin’s shirt clung to his chest. Or how his jaw flexed when he chewed at the inside of his cheek. Or the faint pink tint of skin at his collarbone.

The same collarbone you’d fallen asleep pressed against.

“This is awkward,” you muttered.

“Not my fault you made it weird.”

You narrowed your eyes. “I made it weird?”

“Who was the one that curled up on me like I was a body pillow?”

“You invited me over!”

He stepped forward then, slow, deliberate. The air shifted.

“And you stayed,” he said, voice lower now.

Your heartbeat spiked.

He was standing in front of you, close enough to smell the fabric softener on his shirt and the faint trace of your shampoo on his hoodie. His gaze flicked to your mouth for the second time in 24 hours.

You swallowed hard.

“Why do you do that?” you asked.

“Do what?”

“Look at me like that.”

He didn’t answer. Not with words.

Instead, his hand reached out—slow, cautious—and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. His fingers brushed your cheek on the way back, lingering half a second too long.

“You piss me off,” he said softly. “But you also make me—”

He stopped.

The air between you was molten.

Then—

You surged forward.

Or maybe he did. You didn’t know who broke first. You just knew your lips crashed together in a messy, desperate kiss, all teeth and heat and finally. He groaned against your mouth, hands gripping your waist like he’d been dying to touch you, and you didn’t hold back. You yanked at his shirt, tugging him closer until you were flat on your back and he was above you, weight pressing you into the mattress, tongue sliding against yours.

It was clumsy. Perfect. Raw.

All that built-up tension—the late-night fights, the stolen glances, the too-close arguments—it spilled out with every movement. His hands roamed, mouth dragging down your jaw, across your neck, nipping at your skin until you gasped his name.

“Seungmin—”

He pulled back just enough to look at you.

His voice was breathless. “Still hate me?”

You pulled him back down by the collar, lips brushing his. “Ask me again when we’re done.”

His mouth crashed into yours like it was inevitable.

And maybe it was.

All those months of biting insults, jabs that felt more like flirtation, the way your eyes lingered when they shouldn’t—it had to go somewhere. And now it was unraveling at the seams.

Seungmin kissed you like he was mad about it. Hands greedy, mouth rough, tongue slipping between your lips as he gripped your thighs and pulled you into his lap. His hoodie rode up your legs as you straddled him, heat grinding against heat through barely-there layers.

His breath stuttered. “Fuck…”

You rolled your hips again, savoring the way his head fell back for just a second, jaw clenched.

“Still think I’m annoying?” you whispered against his throat, teeth grazing the skin there.

He grabbed your ass hard, pulling you flush against his cock. “God, yes. Most annoying girl I’ve ever wanted to fuck senseless.”

You moaned at the filth in his tone.

The shirt was the first thing to go. He tugged it over your head and tossed it without looking, eyes locked on your chest like he couldn’t decide where to start. Then his mouth was on your skin—hot, open kisses across your collarbone, down to your breasts. He sucked a bruise right under your sternum, like he wanted to leave a mark.

“You’re so fucking pretty when you’re pissed at me,” he mumbled against your skin.

You pushed him onto his back, climbing over him with a wicked smile. “Then you’re gonna love me right now.”

He watched as you peeled his shirt up, exposing firm lines of muscle, warm skin. Your palms skated across his chest, nails lightly dragging down until he hissed, head tipping back.

But the second his hands found your waist again, it shifted.

He flipped you—fast, all precision and quiet strength. Now you were beneath him, legs spread, heart hammering as he kissed you again, deeper this time. Slower. Like he was starting to feel it.

His hand slipped into your panties, fingers teasing your slick folds, lazy circles that had you arching into him.

“So wet already,” he murmured, lips brushing yours. “Knew you liked fighting with me. You get off on it, don’t you?”

You whimpered. “Fuck you.”

“Oh, I plan to.”

He shoved your panties down and off, then freed himself, cock hard and heavy between you, brushing your thigh as he lined up. His mouth hovered at your ear, warm breath skating down your neck.

“This isn’t gonna be sweet,” he whispered. “You don’t want sweet from me.”

You didn’t answer. You didn’t have to.

Because the second he pushed into you, slow and steady, the breath left your lungs. He filled you so deep, your hands clawed at his back, your legs wrapping around his waist on instinct.

“Jesus,” he groaned. “So tight—fuck, you feel insane.”

He set a pace that made your head spin—deep, rhythmic thrusts that sent shockwaves through your body. The bed creaked beneath you. The sound of skin on skin echoed through the tiny room. You didn’t care. Couldn’t care. Not when his mouth found your breast again, not when his thumb slipped between you to rub tight circles over your clit.

Your body seized up, nails digging into his shoulders. “Seungmin—don’t stop—”

“Say it again.”

Your head lolled back. “Seungmin—”

He growled. “That’s right. That’s what I fucking wanted.”

Your orgasm hit like a wave, dragging a cry from your throat as your walls fluttered around him, pulsing. He didn’t stop—he couldn’t—driving into you with desperate force until he buried himself deep and groaned, spilling into you with a raw, guttural sound that made your thighs tremble.

He collapsed beside you, breathing hard, one arm slung across your waist.

A long beat of silence.

Then—

“…Still hate me?” he asked, voice rough, but there was a tiny smirk hiding in it.

You turned your head, breathless. “Hate you even more now.”

His thumb traced lazy patterns over your hip. “Good. Round two’s gonna be worse.

The aftermath hit like a fever dream.

Your chest still heaved, heartbeat finally slowing, limbs tangled with Seungmin’s under the wrinkled blankets. Your thighs were sticky, your hair a mess, and the room smelled like sex and trouble.

You blinked at the ceiling.

He was beside you, arm draped lazily over your stomach, breath warm against your shoulder. For a moment, neither of you moved.

Then you spoke.

“I literally hate you.”

His voice was hoarse and smug. “Liar.”

You rolled your eyes—tried to—but the second you shifted your legs, a wave of overstimulation made you whimper instead.

Seungmin chuckled, and you smacked his chest.

But he caught your wrist mid-air, holding it in place. “Shower?” he offered, with zero innocence in his tone.

You squinted at him. “If you think I’m letting you try anything in there—”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You thought it.”

He leaned in, lips brushing your cheek as he whispered, “You gonna stop me?”

Your stomach flipped.

⸻

The shower was supposed to be quick. Rinse and recover.

It was not.

You stood under the stream, head tilted back, when you felt it—his chest pressed to your back, hands sliding slowly around your waist. You opened your mouth to say something, but then his hand dipped between your thighs and you forgot how to breathe.

“You’re insufferable,” you gasped, grinding back into him anyway.

“Mmhm,” he hummed, lips pressing behind your ear. “But you’re still letting me fuck you in a shower.”

And god, he did.

The water was hot, but he was hotter. He lifted your leg onto the edge of the tub, slid into you again from behind—slower this time, deeper, his grip iron-tight on your hips as you moaned into the tiles. The steam made everything hazy, your bodies slick and desperate, and when his hand snaked around to your clit again, you shattered, nearly slipping if he hadn’t been holding you so close.

When he came, he bit your shoulder. Hard.

“Mine,” he whispered.

You didn’t argue.

⸻

Thirty minutes later, you were both semi-presentable, sitting on the edge of the bed trying not to look like you’d just gone three rounds and nearly flooded the lodge’s plumbing.

Then—

Click.

The door swung open.

“Finally!” Jeongin called, bounding in with two grocery bags. “Dude, you will not believe the gas station we found. They sell instant ramyeon shaped like Hyunjin’s face—wait…”

He stopped.

Chan walked in behind him, followed by Felix, Hyunjin, and Jisung. One by one, they froze.

There was silence. Too much silence.

Then Hyunjin’s eyes dropped to the rumpled bed, the haphazardly tossed towels, and finally—the fresh scratch marks down Seungmin’s neck.

“Oh.”

Jeongin blinked. “So the prank worked.”

Jisung howled.

Felix clapped a hand over his mouth, giggling like a traitor, and Chan just dragged a hand down his face.

Seungmin didn’t even flinch. He reached for his water bottle, took a long sip, and threw an arm around your shoulder like he owned the place.

You, still sore and red-faced, swatted him.

He leaned over, lips brushing your ear again.

“Wanna piss them off more?” he murmured.

Your breath caught.

Then you smiled.

“Oh, absolutely.”

⸻

And that’s how it ended: with the group flailing in disbelief, Seungmin smug as hell, and you? Wrapped in his hoodie again, pretending not to already miss the feel of his hands on your skin.

To think… you hated that man.

Until you didn’t

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3. The Party

wc- 3.2k // main masterlist // go greek! masterlist // tw: smoking, alcohol consumption

You had been a member of SAE for exactly two days before Steve came to you with your first assignment. They’ll be throwing a party this weekend and need you to plan it. You have to come up with the theme, make decorations, get snacks, and send out invites. You wracked your brain and did far too much research into party themes, but you eventually came up with the idea for a Top Gun themed party. Everyone loves the classic movie and it doesn’t require too much effort to dress the part; just a pair of aviators would do. 

Steve loved the idea and gave you the green light to send out the invites. You made up a flyer with the details and texted it to the presidents of the other frats and sororities on campus. You’re a bit nervous about going to your first frat party, but you’re even more nervous about seeing the guys shirtless and sweaty in the house’s basement. 

The week drags on but it is finally time for the party. You’re supposed to be getting ready, but you’re standing in front of your closet, desperately looking for something to wear.

“Why aren’t you dressed?” your roommate, Karen, asks as she walks into the room, fresh from her shower. 

“I have no idea what to wear,” you groan. “Like, it’s not a costume party.”

Karen laughs and pushes you aside to look in your closet. With one hand, she holds her towel up and she flips through your clothes with the other. 

“It doesn’t really matter if you match the theme. As long as you look hot, no one will care,” she explains. She abandons your closet and moves over to your dresser to look in your drawers. 

“Here we go!” she says, pulling out a bikini top. It’s hot pink and small, not something you would ever wear as a shirt, especially not to a party.

“I can’t wear that!” you exclaim. “I can’t show up in a bikini, that’s crazy.” Laughing, you snatch the scrap of fabric from her. 

“Don’t worry about it, I’m going to wear mine too,” she says. “You’re the sweetheart. Part of your job is to look hot, which is never a problem for you, but it wouldn’t hurt to play into it a little.”

Karen goes over to her side of the room and pulls out her bikini top in a teal blue. You sigh, but you know she’s right. You take out your shortest pair of denim shorts and pull them on, then you turn your back to Karen to put on your top. 

Looking in the full-length mirror on the back of your door, you have to agree that you look hot. It’s way more skin than you’d ever show off, but you hope the guys will appreciate it. 

After admiring yourself, you sit down at your desk to do your hair and makeup. The extra effort you put in pays off, because you look good. Karen does too, and the two of you together make quite the impression. 

As you finish up, Karen pauses the party music playing from her phone and you gather your belongings. You grab your denim jacket and shove your phone and student ID into the pockets. 

You and Karen leave your dorm building and walk to the frat house. On the way over, you wonder if you should’ve pregamed, but figure you’re here to do a job so it’s best to have your wits about you. 

Though the walk isn’t long, you pass multiple groups of loud, drunk students looking for parties. If that’s any indicator, your party should have a good turnout tonight. 

When you get to the house, you come in through the front door which is propped open. There are some people out in the yard who eyes you as you walk in, but you don’t pay them any mind. 

The party started not too long ago, so it’s still a bit dead. You poke your head into the rooms downstairs, Karen in tow, looking for the guys. Before you can find any of them, Joaquin finds you. 

“Goddamn, baby!” he says, a grin on his face and sunglasses on his head. “Look at you!” You raise your eyebrows at him. He’s never been this bold before, so you assume he’s a little tipsy. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m a gentleman, I swear. You look beautiful tonight.”

You laugh and roll your eyes, hoping to play it off so he doesn’t see how his compliments affect you.

“Thank you,” you laugh. “Where’s Steve?”

“Oh! He told me you’d be looking for him. He’s, uh…” he snaps his fingers and points towards the back door. “Out there!”

You shake your head good-naturedly and turn to the door. Just as you were about to ask Karen to follow you, you saw her leaning against the wall, deep in conversation with Frank. You smile and turn back to go outside. 

You find Steve, Bucky, Logan, and some people you don’t recognize in the backyard. They’re sitting around a fire pit, some with beer bottles and others with red plastic cups. 

When Bucky sees you, he whistles in appreciation. Logan shoots him a dirty look and kicks his leg. 

“Hey!” Steve greets with a smile. He gets up from the chair and walks over to you, stepping a bit closer than usual. “You look great.”

You resist the urge to break eye contact with him. “Thanks,” you smile. “You do too.”

And god does he. He’s wearing blue jeans and a t-shirt that has been cut to show off his muscles. A pair of sunglasses hangs from the collar of his shirt and his hair is a bit messy like they have been on his head. 

Steve tries to hide the way his eyes scan over your body, but it’s hard to mask that expression this close. 

“Can I take your jacket?” he asks. 

“You’re just trying to get her outta her clothes,” Bucky yells from over Steve’s shoulder. 

Steve shakes his head and chuckles, but doesn’t comment. You shrug out of your jacket and hand it to Steve. 

“Come on, we can put it in my room and get you a drink,” he says. 

He walks off and you follow behind him. As he moves through the crowd, which has grown since you went outside, people move aside. He leads you upstairs and you can feel some eyes on you. You hope they don’t have the wrong idea about why you’re going up to the bedrooms. 

You wait outside of Steve’s bedroom while he puts your coat in there. While in the hallway, someone walks by. 

“Matt!” you say. He looks over in your direction. 

“Hey! I’m glad you could make it,” he smiles. 

He’s replaced his usual sunglasses with a pair of aviators, and he’s wearing a tight t-shirt that shows off his muscles and jeans. You wonder if he has any idea how good he looks. 

“What’re you doing up here?” he asks. 

“I’m just waiting for Steve, he-”

“Would you mind helping me down the stairs?” he asks. 

You’re sure it’s a genuine question, but the look on his face tells you he knows he’s stealing you away from Steve. 

You place his hand on your arm and you lean him down the hallway, but he stops when you reach the top of the stairs. He lets go of your arm and puts his arm around your waist, his hand resting just above the top of your shorts. 

“You know how tricky stairs can be,” he says with a smirk. 

“Does the pervy blind guy act usually work on girls?” you ask, laughing as you lead him down the stairs. 

“Fifty-fifty. Sometimes it works, other times I get slapped in the face. Can you let me know if you’re gonna slap me? It hurts less if you brace yourself,” he jokes. 

“I’m not gonna slap you, Matt.”

“Good, because a hand print doesn’t really go with my outfit.” When you reach the bottom of the stairs, he moves his arm away from your waist and doesn’t touch you again. “Can I get you a drink? I’ve been told I make a mean shot.”

You laugh at his joke, feeling light as you talk to Matt. It’s so easy to get along with him, especially when he keeps making flirty comments. 

“What about a rum and Coke?” You don’t drink much, but that’s one of the few drinks you actually enjoy.

“Seems simple enough,” he says as he starts off towards the kitchen.

The kitchen is fully stocked with alcohol, the guys have gone all out for this party. You wish you could’ve been here to see them lug cases upon cases of beer into the house, but you’ll settle for reaping the rewards. You hand Matt a can of Coke from the fridge and he finds the bottle of rum on his own.

“You know which bottle is which just by feeling it?” you ask.

“This isn’t my first party,” he laughs. He makes your drink and you’re impressed that he pours almost exactly a shot into your cup. He tops it off with the soda and hands it to you. “How’s that?”

You take a sip. “It’s great, I can barely taste the alcohol.”

“Those are the kinds of drinks that get you in trouble,” he says, his tone teasing. You have a feeling Matt Murdock is no stranger to trouble.

“Thank you, Matt.”

“Anytime, sweetheart,” he smiles. 

Suddenly, both of your attentions are grabbed by a loud cheer in the dining room. The normal table has been moved to make room for the beer pong table, which is being set up for a game. You poke your head in the room and when Wade sees you, he flags you over.

“You have to play!” he yells over the noise.

You try to explain that you’ve never played before and don’t want to make him lose, but he doesn’t want to hear any of it. He explains the rules and shows you how it’s done, and though you understand how the game works, it doesn’t mean you’re any good at it.

You take six turns and miss six shots. The other team, Logan and Frank, are doing much better, only having two cups left. On your seventh turn, the ball spins around the rim of the cup and falls in. 

Wade loudly cheers and wraps his arms around you, squeezing you as he jumps. You’ve never seen someone so enthusiastic about throwing a ball into a cup before, but the feeling is infectious. Even Frank and Logan, two people who rarely smile, seem to be enjoying your happiness as well. 

You get the hang of the game and each time you sink a ball, you give Wade a big hug, which he eagerly reciprocates. You end up losing, but Wade reassures you that you did great for your first time. 

You finished the drink Matt gave you a while ago, and you drank a fair amount of beer during the game. It’s safe to say you’re a little tipsy, but you can’t say no when Bucky brings you a hard seltzer. It’s unopened when he hands it to you, which is a small gesture, but one you appreciate. You’re a bit surprised that with as flirty and rambunctious as these guys are, they’re quite respectful of you.

“Tough loss,” Bucky says, referring to the game. 

You shrug. “I still had fun. Wade’s a great teammate.”

“Yes, he is,” Bucky agrees. “Hey, have you ever shotgunned before?”

You furrow your brows. “Like, hole-in-the-can shotgun?”

“Yeah,” Bucky laughs. “Come on, I’ll show you.”

“I don’t know, Buck-”

Bucky grabs your hand and leads you outside to the front door. There are some people on the porch smoking, but the yard is pretty much empty. The two of you stop in the grass and Bucky pulls out his keys. He takes your can and pokes a hole in the side, then does the same to his.

“So then you put your mouth over the hole, pop the tab, and chug,” he explains. 

“I don’t think I can. I mean, I’ve never chugged anything before,” you say.

“Don’t worry, doll, it’s easy. You just gotta go for it. Plus, it’s super sexy to watch girls chug a beer.”

You roll your eyes at his comment but that does nothing to stop his laughter. Bucky goes first and you watch, having to jump back to avoid the spray from his can. He drains most of the can, but when he pulls away, the lower half of his face and the collar of his shirt are wet.

“Got it?” he asks, slightly breathless. Timdly, you nod. When in Rome, you suppose.

You put your mouth over the hole in the can like he said, take a deep breath, and open the top. The carbonated liquid rushes into your mouth and you instinctively swallow. You get about halfway before it becomes too much and you have to tap out. You carefully hold the can at your side so it doesn’t spill as you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. 

Bucky’s laughing, clearly amused that he just got the good girl to shotgun a seltzer at a frat party. He throws his arm over your shoulder, the weight of it making you sag a bit, and pulls you into his body. He doesn’t care that you’re getting his shirt wet from the spray that landed on your skin. 

“That was so adorable,” he says between laughter. You glare up at him, but there’s no real heat behind it.

“I can’t believe you made me do that,” you say, unable to help your own laughter. “I feel so gross!”

The seltzer is turning sticky on your skin and the alcohol in your system is really starting to hit you. You feel fuzzy and giggly, and you’re hoping you can sit down soon so you don’t fall into Bucky’s arms.

Bucky looks down at you, eyes following the water droplets that run between your breasts. “You did such a good job,” he says, voice lower now that you’re so close.

Your smile falters for a moment as you look up at him. You can’t help but steal a glance at his lips. They’re soft and pink and they look like they’re itching to press against yours, but he doesn’t make the move. 

“Bucky,” you say quietly. You’re not sure what the end of that statement is, but saying his name like that seems to get the message across.

“Let's get you some water,” he says, moving away.

Now with the space between you and the liquid on your body, you feel chilly. It’s a warm night, but it’s not summer anymore. Bucky leads you over to the stairs in front of the porch and helps you sit. He promises he’ll be right back with a bottle of water and tells you to sit tight. 

“Bucky,” you call. He stops in the doorway and looks back at you. “Can you find my friend Karen? We came together and I haven’t seen her in a while. I want to make sure she’s okay.”

“Sure, doll. You wait here.”

Shortly after Bucky leaves, someone else sits down next to you. You look over to find Joaquin, flushed and smiling with a bottle of water in his hand. He opens the bottle and hands it to you, which you take without question. The cool water is heavenly and you are so thankful to drink something that doesn’t have the bite of alcohol.

“Bucky sent me out here to babysit,” he says. “You having fun?”

“Mhm,” you hum.

“Sure seems like it,” he chuckles. “How much did you have to drink?”

It takes you a minute to think. “Matt made me a really awesome rum and Coke, I had some beer during beer pong, and Bucky showed me how to shotgun.”

“That explains why it looks like you just ran through a sprinkler,” Joaquin says, looking down at your wet top. “You’re a lightweight, huh?”

“Am not,” you huff. You are definitely a lightweight but he says it like that's a bad thing. 

“It’s not a bad thing. I think it’s cute,” he says. “We’ll teach you how to handle your liquor.”

You look over at him and maybe it’s your drunken haze, or maybe it’s the way his brown eyes sparkle in the dim light of the porch, but you find yourself in a trance. You can’t look away from him, and he doesn’t look away from you either. Maybe he’s saying something, but you can’t hear it. You act before your brain can stop you, and you lean over, grab his face, and kiss him.

Joaquin doesn’t kiss you back, but he doesn’t exactly push you away either. You can feel the quiet gasp he makes into your mouth, which snaps you back to reality. You immediately feel a bit more sober when you realize what you’ve done.

“I…” he starts. “We can’t. You’re drunk,” he says as if it breaks his heart to reject you. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” you say, the words falling out of your mouth in a rush. “I didn’t mean to, I swear. I’m just-”

“Hey, hey,” he soothes, putting his hand on your knee. “It’s okay. Don’t worry about it.”

You wouldn’t worry so much about it if his mouth wasn’t a bit pink from your lipstick. You wouldn’t worry about it so much if he wasn’t looking at you like he wants to kiss you again. Instead, he places his hand gently on your head and urges you to lay against his shoulder. You let yourself be guided and you squirm against him, getting comfortable.

“‘m tired,” you mumble. 

“I know, baby,” he responds gently.

Your eyes fall closed and you must fall asleep, because the next thing you know, Bucky is crouched in front of you, shaking you awake. It’s only after he calls your name for the fifth time that you realize he’s talking to you.

“What?” you ask, confused as you crack your eyes open.

“I found Karen,” he says. “She’s okay, but she won’t be coming home tonight.”

“What?” you ask again, this time looking towards Joaquin.

“She’s…” Bucky and Joaquin share a look. “She’s spending the night here.”

“You guys have an extra bed?” That wasn’t part of the tour Steve gave you.

“I think he means she’s staying in one of the bedrooms,” Joaquin clarifies.

“Frank’s bedroom.”

Oh. You blink a couple of times as you process what they’re telling you. Karen is sleeping with Frank? You cannot wait to talk to her about this. Karen is never one to spare you the dirty details, but this is one of the few times you’re thankful for that. 

“Oh my god,” you giggle. “Frank and Karen?”

You lean further into Joaquin, so far that your head slips off his shoulder and you land in his lap. His hand, heavy and warm, rests on your shoulder and it lulls you back to sleep. You have no idea how long they let you lay there, but you vaguely remember them waking you up and asking to carry you up to bed. You don’t know whose bed you end up in, only that it’s comfortable and warm.

[prettygirl-gabi]

Title: The Feels

Rating: General Audiences

Pairing: Azzi Fudd x Reader

Fandom: UConn Women’s Basketball

Summary: Azzi crushing and she’s crushing bad

Word count: 1,260

Tag: @authentic-girl03

Freshman Year

I met Azzi during the first week of our business communications class. I remember walking into the room in my UConn volleyball jacket, a little nervous but ready to face the day. Azzi caught my eye immediately, sitting near the back with a notebook in front of her, already jotting something down.

“You can sit here if you want,” she said when she noticed me hovering. Her voice was soft, inviting, and I nodded, sliding into the seat beside her.

“I’m Y/N,” I introduced myself. “Freshman, volleyball team.”

“Azzi,” she replied, giving me a small but warm smile. “Freshman too—basketball.”

From that moment, we clicked. Study sessions turned into shared meals in the dining hall, which turned into late-night talks about everything from our families to our dreams. Azzi was easy to talk to, and her quiet strength drew me in like nothing else.

Now

Fast forward three years, and Azzi and I were as close as ever. My dual role as a volleyball player and cheerleader kept me busy, but Azzi always made time for me, an I did the same for her. Whether it was meeting up for smoothies after practice or us staying up late to help each other with assignments.

But something had shifted lately. Azzi seemed quieter than usual, more reserved. She’d blush when I hugged her, and her hands would linger just a second too long when we high-fived. At first, I brushed it off. But then I started catching her staring during practices or glancing my way during group hangouts.

Paige noticed it too.

Azzi's POV

“Just tell her how you feel,” Paige said one afternoon in the locker room. She was sitting on the bench, lacing up her sneakers, while I sat slumped against the wall.

“It’s not that simple,” I muttered.

Paige rolled her eyes. “Azzi, she’s your best friend. If you can’t be honest with her, who can you be honest with? Besides, the way you’ve been looking at her lately—it’s kind of obvious.”

I groaned, covering my face with my hands. “You don’t understand. What if she doesn’t feel the same way? I don’t want to ruin what we have.”

Paige leaned back, giving me a knowing look. “Y/N likes you. Trust me, I’ve seen the way she lights up when you’re around. You just need to make a move.”

I hesitated, my heart racing. “How, though? What do I even say?”

Paige smirked, standing up and tossing her towel over her shoulder. “Leave that part to me. Just be ready tomorrow night.”

Reader's POV

I was confused when Paige texted me, asking if I was free to hang out with her and Azzi. Normally, Azzi would’ve been the one to make plans, so I was surprised when Paige took the lead. Still, I agreed, curious about what they had in mind.

When I arrived at Paige’s apartment, the lights were dim, and there was a cozy blanket fort set up in the living room. Azzi stood awkwardly in the center, her cheeks flushed as she played with the hem of her hoodie.

“What’s all this?” I asked, stepping inside.

Paige popped her head out from behind the couch, grinning like a Cheshire cat. “This,” she said, “is my cue to leave.” She gave Azzi a wink before slipping out the door.

Azzi cleared her throat, looking anywhere but at me. “Uh, hey.”

“Hey,” I said, smiling. “What’s going on?”

She took a deep breath, finally meeting my eyes. “I, uh, wanted to talk to you about something. And I thought this might be a nice way to do it.” She gestured to the blanket fort.

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Azzi, this is adorable.”

Her face lit up, and she motioned for me to sit down. Once we were both settled inside the fort, surrounded by fairy lights and snacks, she turned to me, her expression serious.

“I’ve been thinking a lot lately,” she began. “About us. About how much you mean to me.”

My heart skipped a beat. “Azzi…”

“No, let me finish,” she said, her voice steady despite the nervous look in her eyes. “You’re my best friend, Y/N, but… I want to be more than that. I’ve had feelings for you for a while now, and I’ve been too scared to say anything because I didn’t want to mess up what we have. But I can’t keep it to myself anymore.”

I stared at her, my mind racing. Azzi liked me?

“I understand if you don’t feel the same way,” she added quickly. “But I had to tell you.”

For a moment, I couldn’t speak. Then, without thinking, I reached out and took her hand in mine.

“Azzi,” I said softly, “you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that.”

Her eyes widened. “Wait, really?”

I laughed, squeezing her hand. “Yes, really. I like you too, Azzi. I always have.”

The relief on her face was palpable, and before I knew it, she was pulling me into a tight hug.

“You have no idea how happy that makes me,” she murmured, her voice muffled against my shoulder.

I smiled, holding her close. “Well, now you know.”

The Next Morning

Paige couldn’t stop smirking as she watched Azzi and me walk into the dining hall together, our hands intertwined.

“Told you,” she said smugly, earning an eye roll from Azzi.

“Alright, alright, you were right,” Azzi admitted, though her smile never wavered.

I laughed, leaning into Azzi’s side. “Thanks for the push, Paige.”

“Anytime,” Paige said, giving us a wink. “You two were long overdue.”

As Azzi and I sat down to eat, I couldn’t help but feel like everything had finally fallen into place.

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[ash5monster01]

Hii! I’ve just seen a prompt that goes: “You don’t talk much.” — “I just really like listening to you, that’s all.” and it made me think of Todd Anderson ✨🥰 soo, if you could do something fluffy based on that prompt, it would be great

Enough For The Both of Us

Pairing: Todd Anderson x FemReader

Warnings: fluff, blabbing, minor sadness, mentions of being shy, lack of friends

Summary: When getting partnered up for class, you’re desperate to make this mystery guy your friend. Yet maybe things work out a little better than that.

word count: 1k

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College was supposed to be fun. At least that’s what you thought. It had been two weeks and you had yet to make friends. Even your roommate had left you behind, finding a group she didn’t bother to include you in. It had become hopeless, that was until your English professor announced an assignment. An assignment that required you to partner up and work on for a full two weeks. A golden opportunity of guaranteed time to make a friend. Yet with just your luck the name placed beside your own on the list is not a female name. Instead you eye the suspicious lettering of a boy named Todd.

Yet you don’t falter, you take it with stride. Boys and girls could be friends right? At least not in your experience but you had also never tried. It didn’t help you went to an all girls school before this. Boys were new territory, something meant to explore once you made friends in college. You’d just have to do things out of order now, which you remind yourself of that as you start your trek to the school library. The very place you had agreed to meet this so called Todd.

He’s not hard to find, a blonde boy with shy eyes who raises a sheepish hand to flag you down. You shuffle towards him immediately, dropping your school books as you sit in the seat beside him instead of across from him. The action makes him blush while you pull out the assignment from class. “Hi Todd, it’s nice to meet you. I’m excited for us to start working on this project together”

“Y-yeah. Me too” the boy stutters, eyes never quite meeting your own as he turns to face his own work on the table.

“I was thinking we could be friends Todd. I need a friend around here and the person forced to work on a project with me is better than any” you tell him, filling in the conversation where he lacks. You figure with his shy nature he won't put up much of a fight. Perfect.

"Okay" he sounds uneasy but you don't give him much time to think about it as you finally organize all the papers in front of you.

"Not to say I'm not cool or anything. I'm really cool, I just haven't found the right crowd around here yet. If I'm being honest I was kind of upset I wasn't partnered with another girl. Not that a boy is bad but it would be nice to have a girlfriend first to talk to about all the boy stuff. Like you're cute, but I couldn’t tell you that" you ramble, not even a semblance of vulnerabilty as you speak. That's why Todd stares at you with such awe, shocked at how easy it is for you to communicate and not regret it after. He had been better, no longer the meek boy he once was, fading like a dying flame but he also was no where near the level of confidence you were.

"You just did" Todd points out, the tips of his ears burning red as he tries not to dwell on how pretty you are. He had thought it had to be some curse that the beautiful girl he couldn't stop staring at in class somehow got partnered up with him.

"I guess you're right, well either way I'm sure you have some guy friends and get what I mean. It's not like we can share every detail of our lives with each other, it's unnatural. We're so different" and as much as Todd wants to disagree, having only been surrounded by boys his whole life he would have to understand.

"Different how?" Todd inquires, other than the obvious gender difference he wants to hear what this gorgeous girl had already deemed of him in only five minutes of her blabbing and him sitting here and silently listening. If he had the confidence of Charlie or Neil he would’ve asked you on a date already, stopped this silly friend train because there was no way he could possibly be friends with someone who looked like you.

"Well you know, boy, girl. I'm outgoing and you're, well you're just sitting here" you say with a serious look that has a laugh escaping Todds lips and betraying him. The minute the sound reaches your ears his face is as red as a tomato, but she only finds the boy impossibly cuter. Curse you for all this rambling about being friends when you really should've been flirting this whole time.

"Okay" Todd agrees after a moment, nodding his head along and trying to look away before you could see just how red his whole body was from this simple conversation with you. To think you hadn't even started working on a project yet.

"You don’t talk much" you state, looking at him with suspicous eyes and trying to understand the entirety of him. What a mystery this boy was.

“I just really like listening to you, that’s all” he finally says with a slight confidence you hadn't thought him capable. The shock of his words makes your nerves buzz inside you. You knew you could talk to much but to have someone speak so fondly of it was different. Mainly you were picked on for never holding your tongue and instead a boy had complimented you on it. A cute boy at that.

"So I haven't annoyed you yet, scared you away?" You ask curiously, hoping he won't say he was just messing with you. It was possible he could still up and leave, request another partner, and you had humiliated yourself.

"The opposite actually. It's nice being around someone who talks enough for the both of us" the sentence reminds him of Neil, a sad smile painting his features as you let the words wash over you. The most he had said directly to you since you had sat in this seat.

"Than this partnership might just work Todd" you grin and he blushes again, liking you hadn't used the word friend. Especially now that he wanted to be much more than your friend.

"Agreed"

[hellishjoel]

a tit-bit nippy

1.1k / pairing: frankie morales x f!reader

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word: marshmallow

warnings/information: fluff, winter games, cold temperatures, alcohol consumption, my more casual writing style

a/n: in honor of completing the winter section of the seasons of life challenge, I thought I'd have a little fun with my favorite Delta crew! my banners are by @saradika-graphics. shoutout to @berryispunk and @lady-bess for putting this together on @fanfictionoverload!

It’s a really stupid game, like really fucking stupid. What started as a drunken dare during a bitterly cold January training camp evolved into a full-blown tradition among Frankie and his Delta Force buddies. 

If you’ve ever seen New Girl, it has the same nonsensical, chaotic rules as True American. But the Delta Force crew call it “A Tit-Bit Nippy.”  It celebrates endurance, chaos, and sheer stupidity in the face of freezing temperatures. 

The game combines random challenges, a heavy dose of trash-talking, and a complete disregard for frostbite as the players compete to be the last one standing.

Don’t get lost in the hypotheticals or the parentheses; this is how the game works:

All players (You, Frankie, Benny, Will, Pope, and Pope’s girlfriend Samara) strip down to their underwear and boots. You form a circle around an unlit campfire (which will come into play later), and one player is chosen as the Snow Emperor, who starts the game. 

Each round, the Snow Emperor assigns a challenge, and failure to complete the challenge results in being exiled (sent back inside the snow cabin where you must wear a loser sash.

This game is not for the weak, and if there’s anything you love more, it’s making these macho military men shiver in their boots. 

After a frozen beer is used for spin the bottle, it lands on Frankie as the Snow Emperor. 

He’s quick to dash around the group as everyone groans and complains, as he was a ruthless Snow Emperor last year. But that was before you joined the group, and you’re ready to give your boyfriend the added challenge. 

“Snow Emperor 2025, bitches! Strip!” He belts, chugging the slushie beer as everyone grimaces for their torturous time ahead. 

“Why did we agree to this?” Samara asks in a whisper as she sheds her black winter coat, a shiver already traveling up her spine. “You and I could be in town shopping, drinking hot cocoa, melting away in a sauna. But instead, your merciless boyfriend is going to put us through the wringer. Frankie says he’s undefeated, but he refuses to talk about that one year Benny bested him by eating yellow snow.” 

You send her a sigh and a shrug, slowly pulling your top up and over your head, Frankie’s eyes noticeably lingering on your figure. “Because… I think I Catherine the Great his ass.” Both of you snicker before exiting the cabin, ready for the challenges ahead. 

“Hey,” Pope reprimands Benny, whose eyes are lost on Samara’s gorgeous body. “Focus on the game.” He backhands his friend’s balls, forcing a grunt up Benny’s throat as he clutches his frozen grapes in pain. 

The challenges and eliminations are as follows:

Frankie hosts a snow angel relay, and the first person to make a perfect snow angel without screaming wins. Will won, the infamous Ironhead making a tall and broad snow angel with a mute expression. His brother, Benny, wasn’t so lucky, screaming after a minute and shivering all the way back inside. 

Next, the Snow Emperor has his loyal subjects guess the temperature outside. The farthest guess loses and, therefore, has to belly-flop into a large snow pile. Samara, bless her heart, is from a warmer climate and guessed far too low. She was thus sent to her execution (snowflop). 

Frankie won his icicle duel against Pope, and you won yours against Will. 

To warm up, you both took a shot of god-awful vodka. If it were tequila, you would have been fine, but this tasted like nail polish remover and bleach. 

“Second place gets the sled of shame,” Frankie smirks as he stares across the unlit campfire at you, both pale, cold, and shivering with the freezing temperatures. 

Despite it all, you’re smiling because this is the most fun you’ve had in winter since you were a little kid. “What the fuck is the sled of shame?”

“Runner-up gets tied to a sled and dragged around the frozen lake by everyone else while we all scream shame!” He laughs maniacally, putting his hands together and blowing warm air against his palms. 

You eagerly smack his hands away and narrow your eyes on the tyrant. “Quit the chit-chat. How do we end this, Morales?” A puff of warm air leaves your mouth and moves like a ghost in the wind, everyone watching from the window of the snow cabin to see who will come out on top. 

Frankie wears a wicked smirk and reaches down for a handful of snow. “Snowball sniper. One round, end-all. No blocking with your hands. First one hit, loses.”

This would be a snow war to end all wars. He would not win. You swore to Samara you would try, and try you must. 

You find safety behind a stack of wooden logs, readying up some preparatory snowballs as Frankie aims for your head and misses. You throw one, two, three snowballs, but he’s more agile than he looks. He chases you around the cabin, both of you breathless and panting. His fail was slipping on some ice, groaning in pain as he lay helpless in a blanket of fresh snow. 

You slowly cross over to the fallen soldier, the snow crunching under your boots. He looks at you with soft eyes, the sun setting behind the clouds for good as he grimaces at the sight of a large snowball in your hand. “Just… get it over with.”

“Shame to see it end like this,” you mutter. With respect to the Emperor, you fall to your knees and kiss him, purely a distraction to give the final blow: a snowball to his hat-covered head. 

Cheers erupt from the warm cabin, everyone sprinting from the warmth and wrapping their arms around you and Frankie as the men rejoice in a rendition of “War is Over.” 

“All hail the Nippy Queen!” Frankie proclaims, lifting his beer in a triumphant toast. The rest of the group cheers, now bundled up and gathered around the roaring campfire, where marshmallows crackle and glow in the heat of victory.

He turns to you with a teasing grin, his dark eyes glinting in the firelight. “What is your first royal decree, my love?”

The others lean in expectantly, smirking and elbowing each other, waiting for your answer. You can’t help but laugh, shaking your head at the absurdity of it all.

“My first decree,” you announce with mock authority, “is that next year, we celebrate New Year’s on a tropical island!”

The camp erupts into laughter, everyone already dreaming of sandy beaches and piña coladas—anything but another round of A Tit-Bit Nippy.

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[cafecourage]

Little Red Riding Hood where Reader is Little Red but also a werewolf

Love Interest and rest of chain can be assigned however

(Cause I'm always down for a fairytale au)

I did a little twist on this. Idk if this was what you wanted. I had to ask doggo experts for how doggos act around each other. I am leaving this off on a small cliff hanger because I do want to write more of this.

Twilight didn’t trust the new person in the group. Well. It’s more like he didn’t know what to think of her. She came in like a hurricane running after the Shadow like it was her prey. Then when the dust settled and she calmed down the group quickly learned of why. The short of it being that for some reason the Shadow attacked her brother and she took chase. Which then led to her to finally agree to join the chain. Much to the Ranchers chagrin. However, he knows better than to start an unnecessary fight. Twilight could be civil.

Civility could only go so far.

Little Red, as Warrior’s likes to call her, noticed Twilight’s presence and slight unease of her and ran with it. Twilight couldn’t understand just why she was always running circles around him talking about this and that. It confused him to no end when she instantly would stick to him even when he was wolfie. He had to on more then one occasion threaten to bite Little Red’s hands. She never cared or backed away from Wolfie when he showed a bit of aggression. “He is going to bite you.” Wild warned her as he watched Little Red try to play with Wolfie.

She looked up at Wild while holding Wolfie’s face, “what? No the baby is just playing.” That comment only made Twilight growl more.

“Baby? Wolfie isn’t a baby.” Wild was torn between being completely amuse and helping Twilight out as he did know about his slight distrust of Little Red.

“No no no, Champion. This is a wolf pup. He has to be like…” Her attention draws to the wolf as she observes the good boy. “Man… I have to say maybe 10? He is very small even for that age. Wolfie is like an adult dog size but he is definitely a wolf.” She boops the snoot and quickly pulled back as Twilight tries to bite her hand again. This only makes her giggle more.

“I think your wolves might be just bigger than my Hyrules.” Honestly to Wild, Wolfie was the same size as most wolves, but he just shrugs and not questions that further. Twilight couldn’t understand why you were like this, he wonders if it was just an eccentric thing. He has met a lot of weird people in his life and Little Red might be one of them. After being free from your grasp he takes it upon himself to run away for now. Only because you don’t tend to grab his face while being Twilight and thats the most annoying part of being wolfie around you.

It wasn’t until they finally came to her era that he finally understood.

The village Little Red lived in was small, but cozy. It reminded Twilight of his own home. People tended to light up when seeing Little Red. But given the size of the group following them most villagers tended to just say hi and remarks that they needed to talk to her later. “My house is a bit further.” Little red said pointing to a path that ran into the woods. “It’s just me, my brother and Grandma oh and our cat. I’ll make sure to keep her out of your stuff. But we should have room to fit everyone.” She explains as the path slowly clears up to a cottage in the wood with a small garden. There was a small pup running around in the yard playing with said cat. Who was purely annoyed at ready to pap the puppy in the head.

Little Red’s eyes brightened “Link!” She calls out gaining the Pups reaction.

She dashes towards the house as the puppy starts running towards her. They meet halfway and the puppy shifts into a young boy. “You’re back! You’re back!” This Link giggles as he gets lifted in the air by his sister and spun around.

“I am! For now.” Little red nuzzles her brother’s face as she shifts her grips on her brother to put his weight on her hip. “Boy’s this is my brother. Link these are the adventurers I’ve been traveling with.”

She turns to the group with a smile. The chain was utterly confused and silent before Wind speaks up “Did he transform into a wolf?”

[hischierswhore]

you’re losing me

based on “You’re Losing Me” by Taylor Swift

pairing: Mason Mount x Reader

tw: cursing // mentions of a proposal

a/n: is this good? probably not, but this song makes me sad whenever i listen to it so i just wrote how i pictured a scenario like this going in real life

note: all references to the song will be italicized and lyrics are bolded

You had been dating your boyfriend, Mason, for almost 6 years. You both met all those years ago while you were in England studying abroad. You guys took things slow, and eventually became much more serious about your relationship and nearly 2 years ago you moved in together.

All was great, and you both tried to make time for each other as often as possible, but lately things felt off. Mason was always busy with training, which you understood as it was his job, but he would come home completely drained and not in the mood to do anything with you.

Even while being in the same room, he would barely bat an eyelash at the sight of you entering the room.

“Hey, Mase. Can we talk?” You asked one day as you sat down next to him on the couch. His eyes were still glued to the TV screen in-front of him, but he nodded his head as if signaling for you to keep talking.

“Is everything okay with us?”

“Yeah why?” His gaze moves to you, his eyebrows are scrunched and a confused look is etched across his face. You audibly sigh at his obliviousness.

“Things haven’t been the same, Mase. You’ve been acting off and I’m just trying to figure out why things don’t feel the same”

“We’re fine. Just been busy with football and stressed about the contract” He says as he turns his attention back to the large screen, drowning out any possibility of further conversation taking place. You sigh as you get up and walk out of the room, annoyed as your boyfriend won’t make any effort to resolve the problems in your relationship.

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Weeks passed and Mason was as stressed as before, and you felt like you were coming second to his job. You tried to be understanding, but it was hard. You missed the way things used to be between you both.

There was an important event Mason had to attend tonight, and he brought you with him as his date. You wore a beautifully fitted maroon dress, one that was sure to grab Mason’s attention.

Mason was at Carlotta’s studio as she was styling him for the evening, so you both agreed to meet at the venue.

Upon your arrival, you met up with Sophia & Andrea.

“Where’s Mason?” Sophia asked.

“Oh he’s on his way. He sent me a text a few minutes ago” You smiled in attempt to reassure not only them, but also yourself that everything was fine.

“You guys are such a perfect couple. We’re waiting for the day you guys get engaged” Andrea smiled at you as you tried to fake a smile.

After dating for 6 years, people always say things like this: that they’re waiting for day that he proposes to you. Sure, some people wait even longer, but according to his friends & family, he’s always wanted to get married especially to you. You wondered why he hadn’t proposed yet, but you always ignored the thought and focused on the moment.

Minutes later, Mason arrived at the event. You knew because of the hoard of paparazzi & interviewers racing to take pictures of him and interview him before he entered the event.

You touched up your makeup before making your way to the group you were most familiar with, as it was a mix of your boyfriend, his teammates & their girlfriends/wives. You’d grown close with the group over the years.

As you walked over, all eyes were on you, except for the ones you wanted to be on you: Mason’s. He was too indulged in conversation with someone you’ve never seen before, and they certainly weren’t part of your group.

You sparked conversation with everyone else in the meantime, mentally planning how to make Mason see that you were worth his time.

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As your group sat down to eat at your assigned table, you could tell that Mason was distracted. You were honestly tired of it, and everyone could see that something was up. Just as Mason excused himself to go to the restroom, Christian spoke up.

“Hey Y/n… is everything alright?” Christian asked. He had always been so kind to you, and you considered him like a brother to you.

“Everything’s fine” You lied, plastering a fake smile to your face as you hoped nobody would believe otherwise.

“What’s up with him? He hasn’t been his usual outgoing self” Kai asked and you could simply shrug.

“No idea”

“Have you tried asking him?” Andrea added and you nodded your head at her question.

“He just brushed it off. I’m trying with this relationship, I really am, and I feel like he’s just given up on us” Everyone gave you sympathetic looks and comforting smiles.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n” Was all anyone could say after hearing what you’d told them.

Mason came back moments later, sitting with the rest of the group, clueless that you’d slightly vented to them about your relationship troubles.

There was an opportunity to dance near the end of the event, and you thought it would be a good chance to talk to Mason.

“Dance with me?” You asked, the hope behind your eyes shining brightly until you watched him shake his head.

“I’m tired, love. Go dance with Chris or something” Your face dropped at his words, disappointment and sadness appeared visible on your features as you turned and made your way to the bathroom.

Sophia & Andrea watched the encounter from across the table. Without a single words, both girls got up and made their way to the bathroom, knowing you would need some comfort.

You didn’t even make it to the bathroom before the tears started flowing. You rested against the wall that was hidden from view and slid down, pulling your knees into your chest as tears streamed down your face.

Sophia & Andrea appeared at that moment, crouching down with you. Andrea went to hold your hand and you jumped at the sudden contact.

“Sorry” Andrea mouthed as she sat down fully next to you, with Sophia doing the same.

“It’s okay, Y/n, just let it all out” Sophia said as she rubbed your back gently in attempt to comfort you.

“I’m drained, Soph. I’m trying my hardest to fix this relationship and he’s not even putting effort in. I was hoping to at least get something out of him tonight, some sort of sign that he’s willing to help, but nothings worked. I just wanted him to see me. Not just physically, but emotionally” Andrea handed you a tissue at that moment, allowing you to wipe the flowing mascara from ruining your makeup for the evening.

“It’s just embarrassing. He just turned me down in-front of everyone. My own boyfriend turned me down in a room full of people” Both girls brought you in for a hug.

“I’m really just tired of giving him signs that I’m fighting this battle alone, only for him to ignore them and just keep adding onto the mess that we call a relationship”

“We’re so sorry, Y/n. You of all people don’t deserve this. Try talking to him again, and if nothing works, you tried. You held up your end for as long as you could, and that’s enough. You are enough” You thanked both girls before heading back to the main room and heading to your table.

You didn’t sit next to Mason, but rather the girls and spoke to them. Your encounter with him ruined your night and you weren’t in the mood to speak to him.

Christian made his way back to the table and saw you sitting far from your boyfriend. He gave you a questioning look and you mouthed “I’ll tell you later” to him. He nodded and sat next to you, joining the conversation.

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After explaining to Christian what was going on, he was beyond furious with his teammate. You weren’t necessarily in the mood to be near your boyfriend for the time being, but you wanted to go home. Christian offered to drive you back to the apartment you shared with Mason, which you graciously accepted.

You sent Mason a quick text to let him know that you had left and that you would be at home whenever he decided to come back. He read your text but didn’t respond.

You thanked Christian for the ride and he wished you good luck in your impending conversation with Mason.

You settled into the guest room in your apartment, getting under the covers and falling asleep with no issue.

About two hours later you heard the front door open and close, insinuating that Mason was home. You didn’t move; you wanted to see if he would even come looking for you.

News flash; he didn’t. He went straight to your bedroom and fell asleep, not a single thought of you & where you might be passed through his brain.

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Every mornin', I glared at you with storms in my eyes

How can you say that you love someone you can't tell is dyin'?

I sent you signals and bit my nails down to the quick

My face was gray, but you wouldn't admit that we were sick

The next morning you woke up early. You got up to make yourself coffee/tea (your preference) and a turkey&bacon sandwich to eat as you were rather starving. You saw movement from the corner of your eye and you saw Mason standing there as he watched you.

From his perspective, he had never seen anything scarier than the look in your eyes. You glared at him with storms brewing in your eyes. He had never seen someone so stoic before in his life. He watched as you made eye contact and immediately went back to sipping your drink & eating your sandwich.

He didn’t take the hint and still did his everyday routine.

“Good morning, love” He spoke as he pressed a quick kiss to the top of your head. The nickname only filled you with rage. He hadn’t said the three words you longed to hear in weeks, possibly even months. You felt your face turn gray as your body tensed at the contact.

“We need to talk” You spoke, not a single emotion laced through your words. You were serious. Mason slowly made his way to sit in-front of you.

How long could we be a sad song

'Til we were too far gone to bring back to life?

I gave you all my best me's, my endless empathy

And all I did was bleed as I tried to be the bravest soldier

Fighting in only your army, frontlines, don't you ignore me

I'm the best thing at this party (You're losin' me)

“I can’t continue living like this, Mason. We’ve put this off- no. You’ve put this conversation off for long enough. I’ve given you everything I’ve got. Every last ounce of hope I had for us is gone. I’ve tried, I really have tried to be the bravest soldier to fight for us, to keep us strong but I can’t anymore”

“I don’t understand” He said.

“I know you don’t. Last night, I tried so hard to get you to see me, not just physically, but emotionally as well. Fuck, Mason, you didn’t even think to compliment me at all. In fact, you barely even spoke to me. You practically ignored me the entire night. I dressed up for you. I wanted some small ounce of attention from you, in hopes that it’ll signal that maybe you did want to help me fix this, fix us”

“So you’re upset because I didn’t give you attention last night?”

“Oh my god!” You screamed. You were beyond annoyed with this man not taking any hints. You’re being straightforward and he’s just not seeing it.

And I wouldn't marry me either

A pathological people pleaser

Who only wanted you to see her

“What’s going on? Are you just tired of this relationship? Are you tired of me? Are you not wanting us to go forward because you’re afraid of a potential proposal and what our future will look like? I need to know, Mason, because frankly I’ve given up on trying to make this work”

“I’m not ready for the future…”

“Mason that’s understandable, nobody is-”

“…with you…”

“You’re not ready for a future with me? As in, you don’t want to marry me in the future?” You asked he slowly nods his head. You stayed silent for a moment as you took it all in. After a few minutes, you spoke.

“So basically for god knows how long, I’ve been fighting for us to work when you weren’t even happy in this relationship?” He didn’t move. A thick silence filled the air around you.

And I'm fadin', thinkin'

"Do something, babe, say something”

"Lose something, babe, risk something"

"Choose something, babe, I got nothing"

"To believe, unless you're choosin' me"

“I’ll take your silence as a yes then. I won’t waste anymore of both your & my time, Mason. I’ll have my things out of here by the end of the day” And with that, you grabbed your phone from the table and walked out of the kitchen, quickly grabbing a suitcase and a few boxes and started piling your belongings into them.

He didn’t move. He didn’t try to stop you. He just sat there and watched you leave.

Stop, you’re losing me

I cant find a pulse

My heart won’t start anymore

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[kisses4kaia]

i’ve been seeing ppl do sej x coryo x reader and all the time i see dom sej, switch coryo, and sub reader and it gave me this idea.

i think it would be interesting to see dom coryo, switch sej, and sub reader. yes ik this is very much ooc BUT IDGAF 😵

the plot could be that coryo and sej find the reader’s diary that she kept hidden in a shoebox. in the diary she’s saying things like “oh i want coryo or sej so bad omg”(obviously not like that LMAO). i feel like you could put romance into this plot too by having them see that she also would write about these cute scenarios abt them both. TEETH ROTTING THINGS EVEN.

i’m not sure if coryo would be more gentle with sej bc in my mind he(coryo) would be the one to actually consider the things in the diary. sej is up for the idea, but he’s nervous abt doing this with coryo bc duh it’s his best friend.

anyways, i hope this is interesting enough to do bc i liked how you wrote sub sej!

(this was long asf i’m so sorry 😭😭 also, this doesn’t have to be a long ass fic! if you think this would be better as a longer fic or shorter fic, GO AHEAD‼️‼️)

YES I LOVE ! plz don’t apologize i loved hearing ur thoughts . oh and i changed some minor things about this but i still hope u enjoy💞

your blood ran cold as corio stood at the foot of the bed, your fuzzy pink diary in hand as sejanus stood next to him, arms crossed and a smug look on his face, as if he was trying to contain laughter. “god, i would die happy if i could sit on coriolanus’ face and have sejanus stuff his cock down my throat,” corio quoted your journal, an devilish, amused, smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “such dirty words for such a shy girl. don’t you agree, sejanus?”

he meets the blond boys eyes and nods, in modest agreement. “i don’t know, corio, i’m not all that surprised. i mean, she practically begged to join our group for the project,” he cocked his head slightly as he reasoned, all too casual about the situation.

he hadn’t lied, when professor click assigned a project for groups of three, you immediately got to batting your eyelashes and flattery with the two boys. at first, your intentions were pure, only wanting to ensure a good grade for the assignment, and it made the most sense to try to get with sejanus and coriolanus, for they had the highest marks in the entirety of the class. you had wanted nothing but an ‘a’, until you began noticing how beautiful corio’s eyes were in the sunlight, and how full and plump sej’s lips were when he pushed a pencil through them in concentration, and you hadn’t even realized you’d begun spiraling. you entrusted your diary with all the details of your infatuation for the boys, and as you wrote on late, dark nights, you’d never expected to have the subjects of your logs read it. you were utterly mortified, and your paled expression did not conceal it well. “oh, come on now, darling. don’t be ashamed, we aren’t judging you,” coriolanus cooed at your rigid posture at the head of the bed.

today was supposed to be the last day. the last day you were working on the project, and you’d let them into your empty home, into your bedroom, and onto your bed. you had let them linger in your room while you grabbed your school bag from the living room, facilitating them just the right amount of time to snoop if they so pleased, and you should have known that they did. in their defense, how could sejanus even be blamed for reaching for the blush book sitting in such plain sight on your nightstand? how could coriolanus be at fault for reading more when the first page had ‘corio ♡’ and ‘sej ♡’ written about 30 times all over the lined paper? when you’d returned, completely oblivious to their snooping, corio had hidden it behind his back and obscured it from your view. it was only when you turned to grab a pen off of your nightstand, the nightstand in which you retired your diary to every night, that you noticed the pink rectangle missing. slowly, you turned to face the boys who were standing, your innermost thoughts and secrets in corio’s hands. “i-it’s not what it looks like, i promise. i just…” you’re stumbling over your words nervously and you can feel sweat forming on your brow.

corio just laughs before sejanus takes the book from him, thumbing to another page. “all i want is for sej to hold me in his strong arms while corio eats me out. i need him to call me a good girl, i need it, i need it, i need it,” as he reads, his voice is monotonous, but his face reads touched, pleased. he looks over to corio, and upon viewing the expression on his face, knowing exactly which gears are turning in that head of his, he shakes his head. “i don’t know, corio. is that really a good idea?” sej is hesitant, but the blond boy just keeps staring at you with hungry eyes, the brunette boys apprehension not deterring him from his goal one bit. “sejanus, she obviously wants it if she wrote a whole fucking novel on how bad she needs to get her holes filled by me and you,” he reasons, speaking as though you are not in the room, which sent shivers rampant all over your skin. “but together?” sejanus squeaks and corio’s expression of amusement shifts from you to him. “what, you don’t want to? because i’ll be here? c’mon, sejanus, let’s not pretend i can’t see you’re hard at the mere idea of seeing me cum inside of her,” sejanus just rolls his eyes and redirects his attention back to you. “you want this?” he’s walking slowly, closer and closer to you, you who’s sat pretty at the head of the queen-sized bed, like an unsuspecting doe while the wolves prey on you hungrily. coriolanus walks around the other side, and your senses are on fire, watching your two classmates stalk towards you with primal lust swirling in their deep eyes.

you can only nod weakly, afraid that if you were to make a sound, your own voice would betray you. “words, sweetheart,” corio says in a singsong voice, his hand reaching out to your chin, jerking it to force your eyes to meet his. “please,” you squeak, lower lip almost quivering. the blond boy pouts at you, before using his free hand to fall between your thighs, flipping your skirt up before petting your cunt over your embarrassingly damp panties. corio’s digits move skillfully as the pads of his fingers press through the fabric and onto your clit, pulling desperate whimpers out of you. you haven’t forgotten about sejanus in the slightest, hyper aware of his looming presence, but you were much too afraid to break eye contact with corio, so you simply whisper faintly under your breath “sejanus,”

corio lets up on his grip of your jaw and allows your eyes to land on sejanus, who’s palming his bulge through his trousers. his eyes read your needy ones before grabbing your hand and replacing his own. you gasp at the how large he feels even through the layers of fabric, and have to bite your lip to the point of breaking skin so as to contain a moan. corio’s ministrations feel good, so good, but it’s not enough. “more, please. need you, need you both” your eyes begin pricking with tears as you look back at the snow boy, face rendering as a plead as your hips buck weakly into his hand. “i know, baby, i know,” corio leans down and for the first time, presses a kiss to your lips, before pulling your panties to the side and sliding his middle digit into you with ease. you moan against the sweet lips on yours, and turn to face sejanus, eyes begging for permission as you toy with the button on his trousers. “go ahead, pretty,” sejanus breathes out, pleasure building up within him. as well as you can manage while under the influence of gratification corio is invoking upon you, you undo the button and the zipper of sejanus’ pants and pull them down along with his boxers, allowing his cock to spring free. you were mesmerized at first glance, he was beautiful; girthy, but still quite lengthy. prominent veins ran up and down him and his tip was a dark shade of vermillion, weeping with pre. you swear you thought drool was coming out of your mouth, because sejanus just smiles knowingly, guiding your hand back onto his cock.

at the same time, corio adds another finger to your tight cunt. his other hand comes in to use the pad of his thumb to draw calculated, deliciously meticulous, circles on your sensitive bud. you can tell sejanus is close from the way his eyes flutter shut as pleasure overtakes him, from how you can feel him twitch in your hand, and you know your release is coming soon, too. and when it does, pleasure courses through your veins, you had never felt anything like the orgasm corio talked you through. “fuck, yeah baby. cum all on my fingers, hm? poor, pretty, baby. so wound up f’me,”

not long after, you feel sejanus’ seed spill onto your hand, a string of explicits falling smoothly from his plump lips, along with moans of your name and praises for how good you make him feel. when his eyes reopen, you suddenly feel bolder than you did 20 minutes ago, and stare him down like he’s the prey, while licking his sperm off of your pretty, delicate, manicured, fingers. sejanus thinks—no, he knows—that could’ve made him cum again on the spot if corio hadn’t interjected, his tone a starved and vicious growl.

“on your knees, now.”

[lifeisabitch-butimcute]

91 & lesbian wsb pls !!!!!!! 🤍🤍🤍 and if i can have a preference.. maybe specifically lesbian jamie/rem… the masc4masc of my DREAMMMSSSSSS i know everyones constantly praying on sirius’ downfall…

yayyyy of course lovely 🥰 Jamie/Rem is less charted territory for me so I’m excited I hope I do them justice 💕 also this ended up being SO emotional?? whoopsie daisy

Drabble prompts

“We’re all a little stronger than we think we are.”

Jamie was sitting on the floor. Not splayed out, leaning back on her hands, head tilted like she usually did. She was just. Sitting. Remus knocked on the doorframe of the bedroom, and Jamie blinked up at her, seemingly broken from a trance.

“Hey.”

“You okay?” Remus asked hesitantly. She didn’t always know where her and Jamie stood; they both orbited Sirius so steadily, rarely coming into contact on their own.

“Fine.” She didn’t move from her cross-legged position on the carpet.

“You don’t, ah, seem fine,” Remus ventured. She took a hesitant step into the room. Almost checked her phone for Sirius’ location, but she already knew she was in class for another hour. “D’you wanna tell me about it?”

Jamie shook her head, then slipped off her glasses and pressed the heel of her palm to her eyes. “No, it’s fine. It’s stupid, I’m just - it’s just dramatics. I can deal with it on my own.”

“Well,” Remus said carefully, crossing the room and folding herself into a similar position across from Jamie. “Just because you can, doesn’t mean you should have to.”

Jamie shifted a few papers to the side to give Remus room to stretch out the leg that always got stiff when it was bent for too long. “I don’t wanna make you sad too.”

Remus gave Jamie a wry grin; she recognized the wording. For all that Sirius tried, she still struggled with displays of emotion, and often grumbled ‘seeing you sad makes me sad’ before dashing off to bury them in acts of kindness which, while appreciated, didn’t always work as well as just talking. “I’m not Sirius. You can tell me.”

“I’m just-” Jamie heaved out a sigh. “I’m so tired. And nothing is going right this week - I’m buried in assignments and readings and I was late to work yesterday and I had to skip the gym today for a group project meeting, and I haven’t called my parents in like a month and I miss them. So it’s just a bunch of stupid little things all piling up and it feels silly to let myself get crushed under the weight of it all.”

Remus shifted her weight back into her hand, rearranged her legs to both be spread out, and stretched out her free arm. “C’mere.”

Wordlessly, Jamie crawled into the space between Remus’ legs and pressed herself against Remus’ chest. Remus wrapped her arm around her and threaded her fingers through the mop of thick black hair. “If you had to take all those feelings,” she said softly, “and bundle them all up into one big feeling, what would it be?”

Jamie was quiet for a moment, then she said quietly, “Helpless. Or, um, weak, I guess.” Remus hummed noncommittally. Jamie shifted under arm to look up at her. “You don’t agree?”

“I mean they’re your feelings,” Remus said with a shrug. “But I do think we’re all a little stronger than we think we are. I think you’re strong for handling it thus far, and you’re strong for telling me about it, and at the end of the day if you’re still feeling weak, just know that you have not one, but two partners who would be happy to help you shoulder the weight.”

Jamie let her head settle against the crook of Remus’ shoulder. “Thank you,” she said after a beat. “I don’t…really know what to do with that right now. But thank you for saying it.”

Remus let out a small huff of laughter and turned her head to press her lips against the crown of Jamie’s head. “No need to do anything,” she said. “Just know it’s true.”

[siriuslychessi]

Day 08

@jilytoberfest

“Maybe we can find out what the hell your problem is over dinner sometime”

The Great Hall was packed that Thursday morning, it was raining outside and the students could not stroll over the grounds before class. 

Lily Evans was cramming for an upcoming test next to her porridge, she was in no mood for Miles Clearwater, that was of course leaving on the table looking at her. 

“You look prettier when you smile, did you know that?” he said, trying to be flirty but Lily just rolled her eyes and continued to read her Charms book as she continued with her breakfast. 

Clearwater didn’t deserve her attention, he was a pompous 7th year student who believed he was the next best thing after the Felix Felicis potion, and everyone should just fawn over him just because he had perfect teeth and a proper name. 

But he was trying to get one of the girls that was not interested in Miles, she never was, his ego was greater than the school combined, and that was a lot to say with Potter and Black around. 

“Why the sour face? Is Flitwick assigning too many essays?” Miles asked, still too close for Lily’s taste. 

Lily flipped the page on the book, still not making eye contact with Clearwater, “You are blocking my light.” she replied, taking another bite from her meal. 

Miles moved his hand and closed Lily’s book wanting the attention all for himself. “Maybe we can find out what the hell your problem is over dinner sometime.”

Lily took her wand out, she was done with this idiot that believed that the universe revolved around him and what he thought of everyone. Lily didn't care, she didn’t even like Miles and he was about to know why she disliked him so much. 

She did not have a chance to do so, as someone grabbed Clearwater from the collar of his shirt and pulled him away from the Gryffindor table, towards the Hufflepuff one where he belonged. 

She saw the tall figure of James Potter dragging a very upset Miles away, not exactly punching him or hexing him; which was a first; and just dropped him in one of the seats, having a few words with the guy, who nodded and looked at Lily and then turned to his own table, sitting with his friends. 

Lily, furious, stood up and went towards the group, “I had it under control, I don’t need you saving me, Potter.”

James looked up and smirked at Lily, “Oh I know that, Evans, I was saving him from you, not the other way around.”

“Like that arse needed saving.” she replied back, still angry that she couldn’t teach the Hufflepuff a lesson. 

“Sprout was watching.” She heard Peter replied, “He would have cost us points just because he can’t shut his mount.” the blonde boy explained as he took a piece from his breakfast.

Lily turned to look at the Professors table where Professor Sprout was not talking with the Arithmancy Professor and looking their way. “Oh, I didn’t notice that.”

“Hence why dear James intervened.” Sirius conceded.

“I thought he was going to punch him.” Remus admitted. 

“Nah, I just explained that women have a right to not smile when they find you annoying.” James smiled at his friends and Lily, “Next time I’ll make a distraction so you can properly hex him.” he joked, and Lily blushed a bit. 

Lily nodded and thanked them. 

“I think the Defence Professor could be persuaded to pair you in the next Duelling lesson.” Sirius offered, “Wouldn’t you agree, James?”

James pondered for a moment, “I think she would. Would that be something that interests you, Evans?”

“Earning points while I hex him? Sign me up.” she replied enthusiastically.

[augustvandyne]

OMG YOU WRITE OF GINNY AND GEORGIA! PLS IM BEGGING WRITE A MAX BAKER X FEM READER!

Sorry for the aggression… No one writes for her🥲

Maybe like R is Ginnys sister (different mom) but she never knew her mom bc she dropped her off at Zions w a note and a DNA test or something. Maybe she does online school bc she’s always travelling w Zion then she moves with him and goes over to see Ginny, Georgia and Austin bc Georgia was always basically her mom.

She then had her first day at school and meets Max and they both have gay panic and stutter bc yk gay.

Then later Ginny takes her to sit w her friends and Max is talking about this girl she ran into and swears she’s in love and R is just sitting next to Ginny on the end of the table waiting for her to notice she’s there. And she only notices when Ginny asks what the girl’s name was and Max is like, “CRAP! I WAS JUST RAMBLING AND NEVER ASKED HER NAME! SHE KNEW MINE BUT I WOULDN’T SHUT UP TO LEG HER SPEAK! Oh god🥲” and bangs her head on the lunch table and R is like, “My names y/n Miller btw” and Max just slowly lifts her head, and everyone is like ‘how did she not notice the person sitting right mf there! although very max’ then she’s like “I do enjoy the rambling though, it’s cute” then everyone is like ‘oh SHES the girl’ and start laughing at Max. R after saying this gets up and sees her friends from one of her classes and goes to max giving max her phone open on contacts so max can put in her number but she’s just broken. Abby snatches the phone and is like ‘sorry i think you broke her’ and outs in the number. R smirks and kisses Max’s cheek before going off with her other friends.

When she’s out of ear shot Max starts yelling at Ginny, “YOU NEVER TOLD ME YOU WERE RELATED TO A HOT, SAPPHIC MILK CHOCOLATE GODDESS😭 WTF GINNY! I LET UOU DATE MY BROTHER AND YOU DONT EVEN SAY ANYTHING ABOUT YOUR HOT SISTER!”

omg i actually love this. the aggression is very much needed! no one writes for our girl maxine.. she needs the love.

sorry this took me so long.. haha. don’t be afraid to request more. i promise not to take as long this time.

Gay Panic

When you found out you would be moving to Wellsbury for a while, you were through the roof excited.

You hadn’t seen Ginny, Georgia or Austin in a while, and you were beginning to miss your family! A few days after you’d arrived, your dad enrolled you in Wellsbury High School.

Ginny immediately introduced you to her friends. She introduced you to Abby, Norah, and a group of boys that you could care less about.

Your first class happened to be a drama class, where you met Maxine Baker. She drew you in with her vibrant colors and extroverted personality.

The teacher wanted to do an exercise to start out the class, in which the class paired up and acted out a scene of a play of their choice. Max loved the class, but she had no friends in it.

A new face had her intrigued and so she partnered with you.

You suggested Romeo and Juliet—because you can’t go wrong with it. Max stuttered and reluctantly agreed. She tried to get out that you should do the balcony scene, but it came out as a blubbering mess.

The first time you open your mouth, a similar things happen. Red tints your brown cheeks, as you make a fool of yourself.

Normally you can keep your cool around cute girls, but this girl is different. She’s confident and knows what she wants.

The two of you laugh off the stuttering and blushing Max grabs a book off the shelf so the two of you can act out the scene. You lean in close to her and can smell whatever perfume she decided to spray.

The close proximity has both of you blushing again.

Both of you mess up and stutter so much neither of you even finish the exercise before the teacher pulls everyone in to assign the work for the day.

The rest of your first morning is just as exciting. It’s followed by two other classes—art and study hall, where you meet some other girls. After study hall you follow Ginny to the cafeteria where you sit at a table filled with the same faces you saw this morning.

And Maxine.

You are surprised to see her at the table. But it makes sense. All the girls are more quiet than Max, which makes you believe she’s the leader.

Especially because she’s leading the conversation right now.

“So we are like acting the scene out, right, because I swear that our drama teacher hates me,” Max talks fast. “But anyway, we’re acting it out and I swear- I’m in love.”

“What happened to, uh, what’s her name?” Abby chews on a fry as she tries to come up with the name of the girl Max was all about the week before.

“Oh, I’m over her.”

“Already?” Norah barks out a laugh. “That was fast.”

Max glares at her.

“So this girl,” Brodie shrugs. “She hot or what?”

“Uh, gorgeous!” Max shakes her hands all around like she’s have a seizure. “She’s mixed, and kind of looks like Ginny. But she is the prettiest girl I’ve ever met. Like ever.”

“What was her name again?” Ginny rests her elbows on the table.

“Crap,” Max’s face falls. “I was rambling and stuttering and blushing so hard I forgot to ask her what her name was. I told her mine but I didn’t ask. Oh my God. I want to die now. I’m never going to speak to her again.”

As the girl bangs her head on the table, you reach your hand over Ginny and say, “I’m Y/N Miller, by the way.”

Abby’s mouth drops open and she laughs, “Max.. how did you not see her.”

Max is frozen in place. She isn’t blinking, talking, or breathing for that matter. She looks like she might cry.

“Um, are you okay?”

“Don’t worry, she does this all the time,” Ginny waves it off.

“What? Falls in love with girls she just meets?” You laugh awkwardly.

“Has gay panics,” Norah clarified.

“Ah,” You retreat your hand.

Jordan and Abby laugh at Max, whom is still frozen in place.

“Do you think if we nudge her she’ll tip over?” Abby jokes.

“Max, breathe,” Ginny places her hand on Max’s shoulder.

“Thank you for complimenting my looks,” You flash a bright smile. “And I enjoyed the rambling, it’s very cute.”

You see a few girls from your art class and get up to go say hi, stopping near Max, who then takes a deep breath and begins blinking again.

“Here,” you place your phone in her hand and she just blinks up at you. “Put your number in. Your cute. We should meet up some time.”

Abby leans across the table and puts the number in the contacts app, “I think you broke her.”

You smirk and grab your phone out of the redheads hand. You drop the phone into the back pocket of your jeans. Leaning down, you plop a kiss on Max’s cheek.

Max’s eyes widen and she waits for your to be out of earshot before grilling Ginny.

“Virginia Miller! How could you not tell me you were sisters with a hot, sapphic, greek god?!” Max starts freaking out. “What the F?! I let you date my brother and you gate-keep your beautifully gorgeous sister??”

Ginny just chuckles. “She has that effect on people.”

“You better text her,” Norah threatens. “Or I will.”

And Jordan doesn’t even protest.

[t4nxos]

Another Namgyu themed post because I love my girl, what can I say?

This is my (PERSONAL! PERSONAL!) ranking of Namgyu—themed ships, best to worst, with reasonings behind them.

1. Thangyu —- I fucking love Thangyu. If you scroll on my account you’ll be able to see that. I love the toxic codependency of it, I love how Namgyu cares way more about Thanos, I love how he has to navigate the games without Thanos being there beside him, I love it. I cannot see this being a domestic ship simply because of the toxicity of it; the fact of the matter is that it’s unrequited, and if it were ever canon, Thanos wouldn’t take the relationship seriously at all. I genuinely think that Namgyu was in love with him. Nearly perfect toxic ship, but a lot of Thangyu fans mischaracterize it and completely ignore the dynamic.

2. Thangyusu —- I fucking love this ship, particularly within AU formats. Everything about it is literally perfect to me; the jealousy from Namgyu, the obsession with how adorable Minsu is from Thanos, and the wtf is going on thoughts within Minsu’s head. The bathroom scene awakened the possibility of this ship within my head, and I’ve watched it stay underrated for far too long. I’m also extremely jealous of Minsu within the context of this ship, because god, I wish that were me. If I could write, I would make a million fanfictions were Minsu gets spitroasted and then immediately cuddled and fussed over by Thanos while Namgyu sits in the corner and sulks about how much of a baby Minsu is. This ship, like I said, is particularly good within the context of normal life outside of the games, since I think it can be explored far more. I just want to see all three of them cuddled up like sardines.

3. Namsu —- If their numbers touch, so do they. 124 and 125, baby. Namsu is one of those ships where I think one of the characters is used as an emotional (and physical) punching bag for the other. You’re telling me Namgyu wouldn’t constantly beat on Minsu for ‘causing Thanos’ death’? With the way that he looked up at him after Minsu threw that bottle at his head, I’m kind of scared for their potential interactions within season three. I think Namgyu was jealous of how much Thanos seemed to care for Minsu; I think more people need to translate that jealous rage into fanfictions between the two of them. I can imagine Namgyu getting so mad at Minsu that he practically forces him to fuck him, and threatens to beat his ass if he doesn’t. Bonus points for Minsu being a secret pervert and putting Namgyu in his place. Also, props to Thanos for creating the Namsu ship name.

4. Semgyu —- Controversial, maybe, but I can fuck with this ship if it’s done right. I think a lot of fans automatically assign Semi as being a lesbian and Namgyu as being gay —- which, by the way, there’s nothing wrong with that —- and I generally agree that Namgyu probably favors men significantly more, lol. Sort of on par with that thought, Namgyu would never ever wear the pants in this relationship. Ever. Anyone who thinks Semi would let Namgyu boss her around in literally any way is delusional and she would have him by the balls, easily. I really like the physical aesthetic of this ship; I think both of them really compliment each other, especially in the bts pictures with Jian and Jaewon. Basically, Namgyu is her bitch, because that’s what he deserves. When this dynamic is explored correctly and without unnecessary misogyny, this is actually an enjoyable ship for me.

5. Gyeongsu/Namgyu —- I really couldn’t think of the ship name for this one. Namgyeong? Gyegyu? I don’t know. This is an extremely rare ship that I have seen almost nothing about, which sort of surprises me, considering the fact that Gyeongsu was a part of Thanos’ group and canonically interacted with Namgyu at least a few times. Unfortunately, though, I really can’t see this one. I think Namgyu would get way too annoyed at Gyeongsu openly fawning over Thanos (even though he feels the exact same way inside), and the series really doesn’t show us enough clips of them interacting for me to properly have an opinion on it. I think it’s definitely less horrible than the last two ships, and it has potential, but I wish we could have seen more with them. Actually, we should have seen more with Gyeongsu in general. Shame what happened to him. Rest in peace my boy.

6. Daegyu —- Why? Rarepairs are a thing, and they are especially a thing in this fandom. I don’t understand this one and I never will. Namgyu would be more than pissed off to have to deal with some overly—optimistic person all of the time. I genuinely can’t even see a reason for them to interact in the first place, much less in a shipping kind of way. I think Daeho would be either too scared to approach Namgyu or too stupidly cheery. I still do not understand this one. Is it because they both have long hair? I’m confused. It’s bad. It lacks any sort of structure.

7. Namggi —- Words cannot describe how fucking horrible this ship is. Arguably worse than Thanggi. I fucking hate MG Coin more than anything, so I’m definitely biased, but even trying to push that aside, this ship makes absolutely no sense to me. Why would Namgyu fuck someone who literally ruined his life? MG Coin is the whole reason he’s in there in the first place, same as Thanos. Secondly, MG Coin killed Thanos. Why would he ever forgive him, much less want to screw around with him after that? All interactions between the two of them are negative, and not in a ‘oooh sexual tension’ sort of way. Both Namgyu and Thanos genuinely hated MG Coin with everything they had. There was no secret lust there. I hate this ship so much that I hope Namgyu skins him alive in season three.