#and so multiple times a week my brain goes 'ROOMMATE HAS COME TO SEE ME AT WORK????' and then goes 'oh no that is not her.'

[alittlebitofrainbyyourside]

AN ANSWER, apparently they are two different people and they just both have big heads/a similar hair style.

[jakesangel]

dating college jake ꣑୧ - requested

𝜗𝜚 dating college jake means him going to your dorm everyday after class no matter how his schedule is or his studies goes. he would never give up on spending time with you, even whne his owns friends would make gargling noises in the back or calling him a simp. even if you aren't in the same dorm, or has to use the bus to get to yours, he will still go with you.

ah come on jake, you're always with her. your hear his friends whine to him as you see him jogging to you, sorry guys i gotta bring my girl home, he talk-yells since he is going further away from them. finally, in front of you, he greets you with a deep kiss as he holds your cheek. even if you enjoy the moment, you can still hear the playful gags in the background, but jake couslnt care less, put a hand in the back of your pocket and walks you to your dorm.

𝜗𝜚 he will make such a good impression to your friends. the perfect soft boyfriends, not shying away from showering you with affections or helping you n your friends with studies. they will all be jealous but support the both of you. and because of his looks and kind nature, you guys will be the it couple. everyone will know about you guys, even people u never heard of.

𝜗𝜚 jake isn't much of a party kind of guy, but college pressure needs to be cooled down with parties. he'll stay with you all the time and won't drink so you can have fun. even if you'd rather stay with your friends, he'll stay sober and keeps an eye on you, making sure of your safety. he'll never leave the party without knowing your safe. if any man come close to you or your friends with bad intentions, he will come to you and protect you, not minding causing a scenes if that means your safety is at sake.

𝜗𝜚 studies sessions together ᵎ they would often leads to make out but he swear he wants to help you at first. he will also cheer you up the best he can when you're stressed about school or your job if you're juggling between those two. he would come often to your work place, and support you there.

come baby, you've got this. he says softly to cheer you up. you've tried really hard to learn the definitions but as you don't understand, nothing seems to stay in your brain. but with the help of your lovely boyfriend and his kisses, it's easy to stay motivated. superposition is a term to ... ? he starts, hintinf you to finishbtbr definition, describe an object... as a combination of multiple possible states at the same time ? you answer, expecting to be wrong again. but to your surprise, jake smiles widely, showing you his teeth before jumping on the chair. that made a loud noise in the library but he didn't care, yeah ! you did it my love ! he says before kissing you.

𝜗𝜚 he will lowkey live in ur dorm, or you in his, you having a dormate or not. because looong cuddle sessions in your or his dorm after the exams sessions is a must. but also sleeping wiht you at night, the days you dont have classes together helps him have his shit together.

lemme stay the night, he whines, baby please. he gives you his puppy eyes + pout combo right in front of your dorm door for every girl passing by to see. he knows you love his pouty self and will give in but you surely hate more other girls seeing him like this, so he shamelessly whines loud and clear to gain everyone's attention. i miss you too much baby, he says coming closer to you, please ? you notice a little smirk of his, him confident yiu will let him in. jake, you spent everyday of this week in my doorm, what is my roomate gonna say ? everyone in the hallway laugh at the svenery, happening way to often. they all know you will give in, n are jusy wqiting for you to open your door. so you care more about your roommate than me ? his fake pout gets bigger along his voice. what ? no ? i didn't say that ! you hear the laugh in the background and you know you lost. once again. so you sigh as you open him your dorm. he walk past you, grining after kissing your temple.

𝜗𝜚 school break would also be with him, either him going with your family in vacation, or you with his, he needs his pretty girl in order to rest. it could also just be the two of you, camping or in his apartment, a healing vacation filled with cuddling, laugher and kisses.

note : i feel like this is so short >.< but tbh college is more about studying than anything else ... i hope you like it anon <3

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[inmysoberera]

A private blog? retro.

it seems like so many people have these sobriety blogs that they started when they started their journeys, or maybe just the people who succeeded and became spokespeople, I guess. Anyway I have a lot to say and I would just use my written journal but it doesn't keep up with my brain and I'm so out of practice writing things down that my stamina is really low and it irritates me. I don't want to have to stop writing when I'm on a roll. So all of these books I'm reading are basically by women who were like "I started writing this when I decided to get sober and then I just kept going and now you're reading it and it's a book." so I guess I'm doing that now.

I decided officially to try and stop drinking on 12/5 when I woke up. That puts me currently on day 3 without drinking. the night before, sunday night, I decided to drink a bunch of beers for basically no reason except for the fact that I didn't work until 11 am the next day, as I do, and something just clicked while I was drinking where I was like, yeah, I should really talk to someone about this. like an alcohol therapist. so I decided to tell my dad about it and he said he thought it was a good idea. I also talked to my brother, who hasn't had any alcohol for 25 days now, and he and I kind of just discussed like our feelings about alcohol and how it's so unhealthy the relationship we have with it, how we just spend all this time looking forward to any time we can manage getting drunk, going to work hungover, drinking multiple times a week now, drinking way too much each time. it had just gotten out of control for me. the main thing i wanted was to stop drinking so many times a week. so Monday morning I downloaded this app called reframe and I originally went with the "cut back" track, but then the more I read stuff and really thought about it, the more I was like hey, let's just try to quit. see how it goes. so I switched to the quitting track.

after that I kind of went down a rabbit hole. reading forums, checking out books about sobriety. and I've realized how much of a problem I really have, how much I see myself in other peoples' stories, and truly how hard it actually is to not drink. it's just such a habit for me. good day? want to drink to celebrate. and that would honestly be okay, except for the fact that every time I drink I have like 11 beers. which is way too much, like I'm getting shitfaced and basically passing out 3 times a week. even once a week, that's too much. if I could just have like a six pack once a week that would be one thing, and honestly maybe someday I WILL be able to do that! it's just not feasible for me right now. I have too much to work through. drinking brings up so much trauma and I use it way too much as a coping mechanism. and that's not even STARTING on the physical impact is has on me, because my body is already destroying itself. I really don't need to actively destroy it further with what is essentially poison being poured into my body in enormous amounts.

I still think it would probably be useful to go to therapy, but currently I'm trying out a bunch of different things. I also told my roommate/best friend. and she seems like she wants to help. I'm trying to come up with distractions/things I can do during triggering times, aka 5-8 PM-ish and nights before I don't have to work, like weekends or random days off. normally the whole point of those days for me is getting to get drunk, so I need something else to look forward to. last night I was struggling, so I got some NA beer and I did use a nicotine vape that I had, which isn't great but it helped a lot and got rid of the craving, the two of them together. my roommate also came down and hung out with me while I did Legos and stuff, so that was really helpful just to have company that would hold me accountable so I wouldn't order booze or anything. OH and I saw today that they sell Heineken 0.0 on GoPuff!!! which is like.. if god exists the dude is looking out for me there. if I'm having a huge craving I can order those and a vape and still feel like i'm doing something "rebellious" or whatever, still get a little bit of a buzz, but WITHOUT the endless guilt and anxiety of drinking. without saying or doing anything dumb, or worrying endlessly that i did or said something dumb even if i didn't.

anyway. i'm gonna post this on the off chance it develops an underground following or i meet my soulmate cuz that seems to happen sometimes and i've never let go of that wish.

remember when everyone thought justin bieber and taylor swift had a secret tumblr? yeah.

bye

[thedamageofherdays]

This week's [06-09-2021 - 12-09-2021] reading log is here! The start of college has kept me busy and has unfortunately left me with a lot less time to read, but I did manage to read some absolute gems. I am always so grateful for everyone who shares their talent in this fandom! 💕

Favourites are marked with a 🌻

🌻 Drawbacks (and perks) of dressing in the dark by unremarkable @otp-holic [Stucky, 964 words, Teen]

The aftermath of an unexpected "mission" in Williamsburg.

Alpine, the Tripod Kitty by Winterbeserker [Stucky, 555 words, General]

Steve and Bucky head down to the animal shelter and Bucky immediately adopts a kitten.

Surprise by Bittersweet_in_Boston [Stucky, 2,9k words, Mature]

And then a gasp goes up from the part of the crowd closest to the red carpet entrance. Steve turns and sees a tall figure in black. For a split second he wonders who it is, and then he realizes it’s Bucky…

…and Steve’s brain melts out of his skull.

🌻 Stellar Parallax by dreamsinthewitchouse @dreamsinthewitchouse [Stucky, 1,8k words, Teen]

Bucky never gathered up the nerve to kiss Steve for the first time - which is to say Steve beat him to it on July 4, 1934.

(On the other hand, if something never happens, does it just mean it takes forever? Is there, then, an infinite amount of time for it to still take place? Is there a universe where he kisses Steve first?

Bucky doesn’t even know if it matters, but he thinks about it often.)

🌻 While Unearthing by eyres [Stucky, 7,2k words, Teen] (with art from @potterspink)

In a different universe, an older Bucky Barnes intercepts a message that SHIELD (now headed by Alexander Pierce) has located the body of Steve Rogers under the ice in Greenland.

Bucky may be retired but he knows one thing: he can't let them stick Steve's body in a lab.

No matter what it takes, he'll bring Steve home.

🌻 The Unsent Project by papesdontsellthemselves @turtle-steverogers [Stucky, 2,7k words, General]

To: My astronaut

How’s space treating you? It’s treating me pretty badly, if I’m being honest. If only you could see what it’s done to Brooklyn. I think you’d be pretty mad at it if you knew…

Steve hesitates, reading back over what he’s typed. It’s stupid as hell, and he cringes, but he doesn’t backspace. His fingers find the keys again.

I miss you something awful. I don’t think that even encompasses how much I’m hurting without you. I feel so lost right now-- space is much bigger and scarier than you’d think. I know you’d love it. I wish you could see bits of it, but god, I just want to go home. I want you to come home.

-

Based on this ask I got on tumblr: i was thinking but do you know the unsent project? it is this website where you can write a message to your first love that you never sent to them. now imagine steve writing one (or multiple) to bucky after he came out of the ice after nat told him about it... yeah

Kidnap and Ransom by roe87 @jro616 [Stucky, 7,2k words, Mature]

Bucky is a brilliant young engineer with a global company.

His boss, Natasha, wants him to take a training course on kidnap and ransom, which happens to be run by her friend Steve.

Bucky refuses at first, because he doesn't need survival skills, thanks Natasha. But he swiftly changes his mind when he lays eyes on Steve, and signs himself up for a weekend of kidnap training.

practice my maintenance (as hard as you can) by notlucy [Stucky, 8,6k words, Explicit]

Bucky's nearly thirty and has never been spanked. For most people, this wouldn't be a pressing concern. Bucky is not most people.

health insurance by glim [Stucky, 3,5k words, Teen]

Bucky wants to surprise Steve with coffee; god, he wants to surprise Steve with every single good thing ever in the world, but coffee is probably a better place to start this morning.

Cuddle Secrets by buckybarnesdeservestobehappy @buckybarnesdeservestobehappy [Stucky, 1,5k words, Explicit]

Bucky's in love with his best friend and roommate. He has no idea an afternoon nap will give him everything he's ever wanted.

wrap me in celadon and gold by ohjustpeachy [Stucky, 4,6k words, General]

“It’s Friday,” Steve says. “It’s late and it’s freezing outside. Why don’t you just stay over?” His voice is tired and hopeful and impossible for Bucky to say no to. “We can get brunch in the morning.”

It wouldn’t be the first time they’ve done this, not by a long shot, though it does break the rules Bucky has for himself. He hesitates for a minute, before thinking again about how comfortable he is just like this.

“I can do that,” he says, and his voice sounds low and fond even to his own ears.

Or, Bucky pines for his best friend all winter long and brings him plants to show him he loves him.

[hansolmates]

(not) best friends 2 lovers | 03

summary; you’re on the other end of the spectrum, watching jiyu constantly pine over her best friend jeon jungkook. tvtropes lore guarantees that eventually, jungkook will grow to love his best friend back... right? pairing; jock!kook x not best friend!reader genre/warnings; fluff! college au!! roommate au! angst! language, this part is kinda ://// but totally needed. jiyu lowkey infantilizes jk  w/c; 1k a/n; ever meet someone in school and u become friends overnight or by association and u think the world of them only because u know very little about them and they only show you the best version of themselves. yea this is the part. more on what happened in p2 will be revealed in p3! enjoyy

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This is worse than when you were hiding your feelings. 

“I forgive you,” Jiyu hands you a buttered biscuit, one with homemade strawberry preserves and warm to the touch. 

You shove the whole biscuit in your mouth, not caring about the crumbs bunching on the corner of your lips. As long as you’re eating, you’re not obligated to talk. You shift uncomfortably, your butt and feet already numb from shoving it under your tiny coffee table where your makeshift tea party is happening. 

Jiyu doesn’t seem bothered, and slips yet another biscuit on your plate. It’s your third one in the span of ten minutes. This disturbs you slightly. Does she want to fatten you up so you’re unattractive to Jungkook? That’s not possible, Jungkook would find you beautiful regardless. Maybe the biscuit is poisoned? 

You chew slower, and when you finally swallow it goes down your pipe with more force than necessary you speak, “Um, thank you? But what do you mean by you forgive me?” 

“For hooking up with Jungkook, duh,” Jiyu relaxes against the bottom part of your couch, kicking her legs in the air. She points her toes like she’s in ballet, lacy white socks shining in the daylight, “I mean, I totally get it. He’s irresistible. But he’s a boy. He isn’t looking for anything serious.”  

Does Jiyu think the three of you are partaking in a love triangle? You’re on edge, especially because Jiyu’s now taken to entering your apartment on a regular basis now. Since the whole fiasco with the lingerie and the pot pie, Jiyu is now stopping by after class, tugging Jungkook off to a new cafe or watching a moving in the (shared) living room. You can’t remember the last time you sat in the living room all by yourself.  

The light has dimmed for Jiyu. Not a month ago were you helping a drunken Jiyu up the stairs to her apartment, you holding her jacket and heels while Jungkook hauls her body upstairs. It was a lovely night, a comfortable spot where your feelings for the dark-haired athlete were at an ignorable, bare simmer. Seeing Jungkook tuck Jiyu in that night, blankets all the way up to her chin, made you hope your feelings would go away so you could love and support the pair to the fullest. 

Yet hearing her right now, Jiyu reducing Jungkook to a mere boy and telling you that he just can’t help himself and chose you out of convenience, doesn’t sit right with you. The second you’re seemingly threatening to Jiyu’s position, all bets are off the table. 

“Jiyu, I’m not hooking up with Jungkook,” you say levely. 

She furrows her brows, “Then what are two you doing, just kissing?” 

“Jiyu, I like Jungkook. And he likes me back.” 

“Wouldn’t I know if my best friend likes someone?” 

This all feels so high school. From your four years at college, you’ve realized that the drama carries for miles and miles of your life—no matter where and when. 

“I’m sorry, I can’t do this,” you get up, ignoring the way the table bangs mercilessly against your knee. You get up way too fast and it makes your head throb and your leg tingle, but you don’t care. “Are you fucking with me? Scratch that, are you and Jungkook messing with me? What exactly did he tell you? Or are you lying to me again, like you lied to me about confessing to him?” 

“I didn’t lie!” Jiyu refuses to get up, posing like nothing’s wrong. 

“You omitted. Jungkook told me that you’ve confessed your love to him multiple times,” and to further punctuate your anger you add, “and have been rejected each time.” 

Normally you wouldn’t be so vindictive. Just a couple weeks ago you were plush and cotton soft to Jiyu, understanding her conflict. Now that you are given more context, more leverage and more reason to stand your ground. 

“Fuck you,” Jiyu curses, and you can’t help to hide the uprise that blooms on your lips. Seeing Jiyu crack gives you a lick satisfaction, surprisingly so. 

“Are we even friends, JIyu?” you ask exasperatedly, hands falling into your lap. “I really like you, I really do. You’re nice and sweet and I really don’t want a boy to get between us.” 

“He’s not just a boy,” Jiyu exhales, knotting her hands through the ruffles of her skirt, “it’s you that got between us, me and Jungkook were fine before he moved in.” 

“Please get out of my apartment, Jiyu,” you say, “if you want to spew bullshit about me to Jungkook, that’s fine. Because from personal experience, the truth comes out no matter what.” 

“I’m not leaving. Jungkook is going to pick me up and take me to a game night with his friends.” 

“Whatever.” 

You’re not losing brain cells over this. 

Your first instinct is to go into Jimin’s room, burrow yourself between the plush duvet and lay there until you’re one with the mattress. Jimin’s bed is the comfiest out of all the mattresses, due to the fact that his is brand new. His scent is comforting and deep, and as a good friend and roommate, lets you nap here when he isn’t around. As much as you want to call Jimin up to talk about this, you feel that you’d be defeating the purpose of stopping drama if you start to spread it. 

Does it even matter who’s right or wrong? Is it worth all this drama and potential heartbreak? -

The room is dark and envelopes you into a space of comfort. No need to smile or keep your back straight, you can just focus on your breathing and the soothing silk sheets that soak your skin. 

Pulling your phone out of your pocket, you wince as the light floods your little blanket bubble. 

You: jimin, when are u and kook free? The lease on this dorm is up once the semester ends and i was wondering when would be a good time to discuss the move

[lovenona]

Head empty for artist Sukuna

(It’s absolutely beautiful and a treat to read all of your work! It’s inspiring me to come up and make my own AU + y/n stories but aurveidubekrue I never know how to even start [especially since I haven’t written anything for fun in years])

And I can only imagine marketing major Nobara being the best friend who LITERALLY sees y/n and Sukuna’s works inspired by one another, but goes insane (like the “if I had a penny for every time you guys did this, I’d solve student debt....twice”) when either of them denies it. She’d wingman for y/n in a heartbeat too if she didn’t find Sukuna to be too... Sukuna. “Oh well,” Nobara thinks, “the heckling heart wants what the heckling heart wants even if it’s so ****ing obvious.”

[gay screaming] MARKETING MAJOR NOBARA. marketing major nobara, also known as your roommate your first-year at school who was that classic mix of delightful and unhinged. marketing major nobara, who used to go out at odd times of night, who once had a gecko she kept on her desk until it ran away, who quite literally never had her shit together and was always getting by???

marketing major nobara, one of your best friends at school for the sole reason she is, simply, absolutely feral. miss nobara, who’s been in a stable, healthy relationship with her girlfriend maki since halloween your sophomore year and simply doesn’t understand why you can’t just get your shit together – the amount of times she has yelled at you to “just make a move already” is preposterous (typically once a week.) she has a bet going with yuuji on how long it will take for one of you to get over yourselves and just do something already, which she is incredibly anxious to win because there’s a lot of money involved. marketing major nobara who thinks all of you “humanities people” are some seriously weird poetic shits if all you’re going to do is yearn after each other while simultaneously denying your true feelings for the rest of your life. 

while not the best wingman for this scenario, considering nobara still thinks you can do better than sukuna (and she’s right we should listen to her), marketing major nobara has, on multiple occasions, given sukuna some intense glares across campus to try and get the message across. (these are heightened by the fact that sukuna is a piece of shit and probably doesn’t remember who she is despite meeting her once or twice. alas. maybe next time, sweetie.) she will post thirst traps of you on her social media because yuuji follows her and yuuji lives with sukuna and maybe by some chance of fate sukuna will see them and text you to ask if you’re free. unfortunately for nobara, this has still not happened, but now everyone asks if she’s in a poly with you and maki because of it. 

link to the full college universe here

(and now for the writer’s advice u didn’t need – babe u should make ur own lil au!! i wld love to see it. if u would like to be in on a secret, i also didn’t write for fun for years until extremely recently. start small and set goals! write a few hundred words (even just 100 or 150) every day to get your creative brain working again. start in the middle of the idea! there’s no need to worry about the opening lines until later. you can even write yourself headcanons or small descriptions or character studies if that comes more naturally than a story. and most importantly, don’t pressure yourself – write for you and your brainrot first and everyone else second <3) 

[bedlamsbard]

All right, reactions to Mando 2.05, “The Jedi”, in...semi-coherent form. Spoilers, obvs. I hated this episode, so keep scrolling now if you don’t want to see negativity.  This is not in any kind of order except stream-of-conscious.

again, I reiterate, spoilers.

again, I reiterate, this is REALLY negative.

Rosario Dawson...yikes.

how...did Bo-Katan know that Ahsoka was on Corvus? are they in contact? since when? Ahsoka seems to have been on Corvus for long enough to be a nuisance to the Magistrate (Morgan Elsbeth), but normally Ahsoka is very efficient and she just...really does not seem to be here? I did not get the impression she was planning on sticking around for any period of time.

(the same could be true for Frog Lady and Bo-Katan on Trask several episodes back. that wasn’t a convert, that was three Mandalorians hanging around the port in cloaks. I guess they could be doing that on the regular, but? would the Empire not then be more worried about being attacked by Mandalorians?)

there was only ever a very, very slim chance that I was going to be happy with any translation of Ahsoka from animation to live action.  I am on record as thinking that animation is the medium for Star Wars and that live action is always going to be a weaker medium than animation and that a lot of things that can be done in animation just cannot be translated to live action in any meaningful form.  I knew Ahsoka’s fighting style couldn’t translate to live action convincingly (here’s what I said about the mo-capped duel in TCW); it never occurred to me that they couldn’t pull off TOGRUTA given that Shaak Ti, you know, exists, and also there are so many excellent Ahsoka cosplayers.

(Consider KM Creations’ excellent silicone lekku (S7), which have beautiful movement; the cosplayer behind that is CallMeSnips and her epilogue prototype is from SWCC is in there somewhere.  I think Rei Kennex’s are latex (you can tell they don’t have much movement) but at least they’re the right length.  I think Ahsoka94′s are also latex (again with the movement); this is her Mortis vision grown-up Ahsoka.)

AND YES, THE LEKKU/MONTRALS WERE A DEAL-BREAKER FOR ME.

I feel very “you have made your bed and now you have to die in it” about that -- apparently the reasoning is for stunts and movement, but for me here’s the thing: her lekku length wasn’t optional.  This is not the equivalent of changing a hair style, which some people seem to think (believe me, I have read so many hot takes); this is like...I’m trying to think of a good comparison.  Like putting Peter Mayhew or Joonas Suotamo in a wig because Chewie’s head was too hard for the actor to see out of, or giving them normal human hands because they can’t grip with the Wookiee hands.

Also your main character wears a helmet at all times that (if it’s anything like my Mandalorian helmet) is pretty poor visibility and full body armor and THIS was your breaking point for stunts?

Ahsoka’s lekku and montrals grow as she ages. These are about S7 length; as @reena-jenkins put it, THEY DE-AGED HER HEAD.  Ahsoka fans coming in know this.  PEOPLE SAW THE REBELS EPILOGUE.

I wonder how many of the people being self-righteous about being totally fine about Ahsoka’s lekku are the same people who claim that Katee Sackhoff is too young to play Bo-Katan.

this also puts them in a weird position in regards to the inevitable merchandise: do they go with normal Ahsoka from TCW and Rebels, the one everyone is familiar with, or do they go with these stunted lekku?

(I can’t believe they’re going to make Her Universe sell merch with this Ahsoka on it. it’s not going to happen but I wish HU was going to be petty enough to not sell any nu!Ahsoka merch.)

Here is some nice art of how Ahsoka’s lekku and montral should have looked.

hoo boy were those prosthetics also just Bad.

“but the stunts” buddy I’m sure Pedro Pascal and his various stunt doubles aren’t having a great time in full armor with almost no visibility either

if you’re going to put the character in, do it right

YOU CAN’T CHEAT

look, I am really, really aural -- the best example I can give is that even though intellectually I know that Matt Lanter and Hayden Christensen both play Anakin Skywalker, I literally cannot parse them as both being the same Anakin Skywalker and for that reason TCW and the PT don’t exist for the same continuity for me.  (This also goes for Ewan McGregor and James Arnold Taylor, Natalie Portman and Cat Taber, and Samuel L. Jackson and TC Carson. I can kinda cope with the multiple Palpatine VAs. Yes, the decision to use Hayden and Sam in Ahsoka’s vision in “Shattered,” even blending into Matt’s voice from Hayden’s, threw me so badly I couldn’t take the vision seriously.)  Ashley Eckstein has a very distinctive voice, and moreover has been the only person to ever voice Ahsoka up to this point (even in the Ahsoka novel audiobook). Barring a MIRACLE I was never going to be able to parse another actress’s voice as Ahsoka’s, solely because of how my brain works.

I could probably have parsed someone else’s face because animated Ahsoka is pretty stylized but the voice thing is a huge problem for me because of how aural I am.

(I say this but when Squadrons did a more live action-style Hera -- knowing they mo-capped Vanessa Marshall I think they used Vanessa’s face for Hera’s, which is also what it looks like on the revised art and face sculpt for the Black Series Hera -- I kind of had a meltdown about it (for...weird reasons). And that was the same VA.)

(The timeskip between TCW and Rogue One, then Rebels, probably saved Saw Gerrera for me here, but he was also never a main character.)

can you believe that Sam Witwer’s Maul got more live action respect than Ashley Eckstein’s Ahsoka

I love Sam’s Maul but wow

this is particularly jarring because Dave Filoni and Ashley Eckstein always seemed like they were friends? I realize that this gets skewed by how little of their actual lives we see online, but that is the vibe that I’ve gotten from interviews and social media posts.

can you believe that TROS gave more respect to Ashley Eckstein’s Ahsoka than Dave Filoni’s Mando episode did (here is her statement on TROS.)

back in March, when the Dawson casting rumors first dropped (or leaked, as the case may be), Ashley posted a statement about it saying that she was not involved in The Mandalorian. she has over the years been very vocal about desperately wanting to play live-action Ahsoka, who is a character solely associated with her up until today, and honestly this just breaks my heart.

I am not the massive Ashley Eckstein fan that many Ahsoka fans are, but I have never heard anything bad about her (I saw her at my hotel at SWCC while I was waiting for my roommate to arrive! that’s the closest I’ve ever gotten to her, a distance of about six feet), and I really desperately hope that someone told her about this beforehand and she didn’t find out from watching the episode.

Also, while I’m here talking about Ashley Eckstein, the characterization here was extremely off, in that specific way that happens when a writer/director is working with their absolute favorite character, DAVE FILONI. I do trust Ashley to course-correct Dave on Ahsoka (in the same way we’ve heard about Sam Witwer pushing back on people about Maul), and that...was not happening here.  (I think Katee Sachoff said something similar to this about Bo-Katan in her interview last week, as well.)

how did you get Bo-Katan so right and Ahsoka so wrong

look, Dave Filoni is truly living up to George Lucas’s legacy in that he can story tell pretty well but he’s not actually that great at nitty-gritty of writing and directing. (none of the really good TCW episodes are his.)

this episode made me think of A Friend in Need (which he directed) which is not, like, a BAD episode but quite notoriously includes the Bo-Katan ass-slap and also Ahsoka beheading four Mandalorians at once.

it also includes a helpless village of oppressed and exploited Asian-coded civilians who are there mostly as background scenery so the bad guys can be bad and the heroes can feel righteous

I’ll come back to that one

the level of violence in this episode was...weird. honestly, too high? in a way that probably would not have registered if it was anyone but Ahsoka. look, I am an animated shows person. I know TCW and Rebels inside and out. I know that neither one is particularly shy about killing off faceless bad guys (though if you watch Rebels S1 compared to Rebels S4 they really dial back the amount of fatal violence the main characters commit in the last season, lol).  But this felt off for Ahsoka in a way I can’t really articulate.

why is Ahsoka attacking a random Mandalorian (her allies are Mandalorians!) who is walking through the woods WITH A BABY? WITHOUT WARNING?

part of that is just her movement -- when they animated her for TCW back in 2008, they made a deliberate decision to give her mannerisms and movement and a fighting style that a human can’t do because she isn’t human and animation can do that. which means that they hobbled themselves when they came to translating her to live action because uh a human can’t do that.

something about her lightsaber blades looked really, really wrong and I can’t put my finger on what. it’s like they just used the illuminated blades of the stunt sabers but didn’t do the extra CGI that the films do? I don’t know.

Ahsoka did a LOT of dramatic posing and what WAS that?

Dave can’t direct live action, that’s what that was

since when can you canonically convey that much information mind to mind

are Ahsoka and Grogu a dyad in the Force (I know the answer is no but also: what? what was happening?)

the only people we’ve seen who can do that sort of thing are Quinlan Vos and Cal Kestis, who both have the rare talent for telemetry, and even that’s not mind to mind communication, that’s touching a thing and going “YIKES”

you are telling me that Ahsoka Tano, whom six months ago we saw take on Darth Maul, a whole barrage of Mandalorian warriors, and her entire clone trooper battalion and walk away without a scratch, had to work up a sweat fighting one woman with a spear

you do know that we all saw TCW and Rebels right

and here’s the problem! this episode makes zero sense if you HAVE seen TCW and Rebels because (1) she doesn’t look right (2) she doesn’t fight right (3) timelines? we’ve never heard of them? (4) is Thrawn back? did you find the Chimaera? (you all do remember that Ezra and Thrawn aren’t out there alone and are in fact with a 40,000 man crewed star destroyer right) (5) did you NOT find them? (6) are you even looking? (7) this is supposed to be AFTER the Rebels epilogue unless you’ve decided to take advantage of that specific ending scene not being super specifically dated and if it’s before IT MAKES IT EVEN WORSE! because I desperately hate that epilogue and its implications EVEN AS IT IS! (8) why would you call this episode “The Jedi” when since 2013 Ahsoka’s whole thing has been not being a Jedi

to be fair I’m pretty sure S7 tried very hard to course correct that but unfortunately, they could not because the rest of canon exists

are you still trying to deny me grown Ahsoka and Rex when we know you got Temuera back for a five second shot of Boba

to be fair I would have the same aural problems with Temuera voicing Rex because that’s Dee Bradley Baker as far as I’m concerned (I reiterate that this is because of how my brain process character and sound, not anythign else)

if you haven’t seen TCW and Rebels this is a random Jedi wandering around for no specific reason namedropping a completely random person who has no prior significance unless it’s going to turn up later

this entire show has consisted of namedropping random people and things with no prior significance within the show itself and it remains entirely unclear whether they’re ever going to have significance within the show itself

look, I can buy Ahsoka not wanting to train the kid both for her stated reasons and for some implied stuff from earlier on in canon (the kids in the Ahsoka novel, the babies from Future of the Force), even what happened with Ezra, and obviously she has Plans and cannot haul a baby around with her when that baby is going to be a baby for an indeterminate amount of time

which honestly is something that ought to come up because even if Ahsoka wanted to train the kid by the time she grew old and died he might, if we were very lucky, have advanced to being essentially a pre-teen and then would be on his own again? this is also true for Din.

lol sure go cast yourself out into the Force, I’m sure there’s absolutely not a single darksider still wandering around the galaxy who might perk up at “ooh, free apprentice!”

I’m literally starting to think that this show takes place in an alternate universe where Luke and Leia either don’t exist or died at some point in the OT

me, baffled, last season: you’re telling me Cara Dune, Alderaanian, had never heard of the Jedi? was she not keeping up with whatever Leia Organa was doing? was the Rebel Alliance actually big enough that PEOPLE IN IT HADN’T HEARD OF LUKE SKYWALKER?

what...is Luke doing right now. isn’t he training Leia?

WHAT HAS AHSOKA BEEN DOING FOR TEN YEARS are we seriously supposed to believe she peaced out of the Rebel Alliance after Malachor and whatever the hell they’re going to make that out to be (honestly at this point I’m betting on “they will never touch it”)

does or does Ahsoka not know that Luke exists

hoo boy can you just see them trying to cast a younger Luke, or do you think they’d CGI de-age Mark Hamill?

oh yeah let’s go through this again in a season with someone else playing young Luke, let’s, I’m not emotionally invested in that so I’m prepared to be entertained

hasn’t Sebastian Stan been floated (even if just on Twitter) for young Luke?

why are these not-imperials on this planet. what are they doing here. what’s the point.

 why is the planet...being burned? I was half-expecting, like, normal deforestation (in terms of logging for lumber) but I’m also a bit ??? about this.

since when is beskar resistant to lightsabers, I thought cortosis was the only thing that was? whatever, it’s new canon, they can do whatever they want. (ETA: apparently that’s been true for a while; I am more a Jedi person than a Mandalorian one as far as the EU goes and my Mandalorian lore is my weakest point.)

dear god were these fight scenes bad

I did spot Morai and I appreciated the tookas

okay, I am taking the next thing out of bullet points because I was really, really upset by it, and as an Asian-American woman it affects me directly.

I was really, really shaken by the use of village of (space) Asian people who were portrayed solely as background victims to be tortured and exploited.  Star Wars has a long history of Orientalism, and some of it I can look away from and some of I can’t.  Mando especially has a very bad track record with its treatment of Asian characters (Fennec Shand), and in recent years the rest of Star Wars live action has also been pretty bad about it; I will never forget how shaken and upset I was by Paige Tico’s death at the beginning of TLJ, and Rose’s sidelining in TROS was a lot to deal with. There has also been some pretty appalling anti-Asian racism from the Mandalorian fandom that I have seen in regards towards casting rumors about Sabine (which brought me to the point of tears as recently as yesterday).

I had been braced for Rosario Dawson Ahsoka because it’s been rumored for so long, if never officially confirmed by Lucasfilm, and after they pulled the original VA for Leia from Resistance a few years ago (without ever making an official statement but it was after she made really dismissive statements during the Kavanaugh hearings) I was still really hoping they’d pull Dawson for the transphobic assault allegations, or that the rumors were false, or...something.  I was not expecting the way that they treated the Asian civilian population here.  I kept hoping that there was going to be something, and it’s like they kept almost going there with Governor Wing (you want to make either his name or his position clear in the actual episode, maybe?) but then kept pulling back, which just made the whole population victims that had to be rescued by outsiders. And exploited, and tortured, and abused in general.

And yes, I’m aware the Magistrate/Morgan Elsbeth is an Asian-American woman.  That doesn’t make it better?  Since Ahsoka presumably kills her offscreen?

(Also Diana Lee Inosanto is a stunt performer and a fight choreographer, why is that fight scene so wooden, damn.)

okay back to bullet points to wrap up

I realize I haven’t said much about Din and the kid and that’s because they didn’t...do...much? I guess if you’re actually invested in them “YAY HE HAS FEELINGS” is a major thing but I’m not

I have flashes of being invested in Din, but the problem is that I never know what the hell this show is doing because it’s all over the place.  We are 5/8 of the way into season 2 and I have no idea what it’s trying to do: they keep setting stuff up and then not doing anything with it. I can make vague predictions based on what’s set up and based on my knowledge of canon, but this show is so weirdly set up and paced that I can never tell if they’re something for A Reason, for the lulz, or for the Aesthetic.

I feel extremely vindicated by the revelation a few weeks ago that Din grew up in a cult but I also straight-up feel like I spent the past year being gaslighted about what Mandalorians were, and that’s...not a great feeling. Do I think that the show is going to do anything with that? Fuck, I don’t know. I hope so. I know what I’d do as a writer. But I can’t predict anything they’re doing and that makes me really uneasy.

jeez, at least when George Lucas was making Star Wars you knew he was doing it to entertain himself and tell a specific story rather than constantly having to go back and wonder what story lines got compromised for a project down the road.

like, is this why they did mo-cap Ahsoka in S7, to brace us for live action Ahsoka here? I know they had already filmed Mando S2 before S1 came out. WHY THEY DIDN’T THEY REUSE LAUREN MARY KIM AS AHSOKA’S STUNT DOUBLE THEN? it’s not like she hasn’t stunted in Mando before?

if this was supposed to be a backdoor pilot to a Rebels sequel...I will flip a table

I enjoyed the Bad Batch eps in TCW S7 but knowing that there’s going to be a Bad Batch show I’m now wondering if they’re only in S7 to backdoor pilot that show

how far back does this go? did they put the Legacy of Mandalore story line in Rebels S4 solely to set up for this? especially considering that that’s the one thing in S4 that actually has saga weight and then they immediately got rid of everything it accomplished to set up for this?

I presume that this is the reason they refused to release the turnaround for Ahsoka’s epilogue look two years ago. apparently it doesn’t matter given they changed her entire epilogue color scheme and also her lekku and personality.

Look -- at the end of the day, there was only about a 2% chance I was ever going to like this episode, but I was holding out for it nevertheless. I do get surprised from time to time! I liked the Bo-Katan episode! This was, however, a hot mess. And yes: a lot of the things that bother me are not going to bother other people. (I haven’t seen anyone comment on the Asian villagers, for example.)

[miskatonique]

HERBERT WEST CHEAT SHEET !

since my muses are not super well known in the contemporary rpc ( and i’m too lazy to do a full about page at this very moment ) i decided to put together little posts for them that give their general backgrounds, vibes, and plot possibilities !

this is a mix of canon and headcanon, and these are subject to change / adapt as i get more used to writing the characters

BACKGROUND:

Films: Re-Animator 1985, Bride of Re-Animator 1990, Beyond Re-Animator 2003

We don’t talk about Beyond Re-Animator......

Dr. Herbert West, 24 in the first movie, 27 in the second movie, idk like 40 in the third movie. Mad scientist to the MAX. In the novelization Herbert is an orphan who gets passed around in foster homes before eventually going to undergrad at NYU and pursuing his theory about the re-animation of dead tissue. Mostly people think he’s sort of crazy until one of his articles catches the eye of Dr. Hans Gruber at a university in Switzerland, and he invites Herbert to come work alongside him. Herbert eventually grows to respect Gruber as both a mentor and father-figure.

Herbert and Gruber develop a reagent that affects re-animation in dead animal tissue but they know that for their results to be taken seriously they need to do a human trial. Dr. Gruber volunteers but the dosage of the reagent is too large, and though it brings Gruber back to life it quickly overwhelms his system and he dies again. Herbert is taken into psychiatric custody in Switzerland but is eventually released.

Herbert returns to America and specifically sets his sights on Miskatonic Medical School in Arkham, Massachusetts because one of the staff, Dr. Carl Hill, used to work with Gruber years ago, and even went on to plagiarize some of Gruber’s work and publish it in America. Herbert makes it his secondary goal to absolutely terrorize Dr. Hill, and because he’s a chaotic gremlin in human form he’s very good at it.

Herbert continues working on perfecting the reagent, rooming with Dan Cain and eventually pulling Dan into the experiments as well when Dan’s cat dies and Herbert is able to prove his research by reanimating it. Herbert isn’t perturbed when Dan’s talk with Dean Halsey goes south, and just digs his heels in and insists that the only way to truly prove that the reagent works is to reanimate a human cadaver.

Results are just as bad as you’d expect. Sure, the cadaver reanimates but it also wrecks the morgue and kills Dean Halsey. RIP. Herbert insists that they reanimate him and the dean comes back less like himself and more animalistic, trying to kill both Herbert and Dan before his daughter Meg shows up and stops him. Despite it all, Herbert manages to wriggle his and Dan out of any suspicion from the police but Dr. Hill takes an interest in Herbert’s work once he does exploratory surgery of Dean Halsey and finds out he’s technically dead.

Dr. Hill confronts Herbert in his laboratory and threatens to steal Herbert’s work and take it for his own, offering Herbert the meager honour of being his assistant. Herbert promptly murders Hill via decapitation but decides not to let his fresh corpse go to waste and reanimates both Hill’s head and his body, which come back to life and knock Herbert out and steal all of his work.

Yada yada, Herbert gets Dan to help him go after Hill, the big climax happens. Herbert is able to prove his theory about overdose by shooting up Dr. Hill’s headless body with a bunch of reagent, which backfires and Herbert is left for dead all tangled up in Hill’s intestines, but not after he ensures that his research is safe with Dan.

They never explain how Herbert survives the first movie but he sure is alive in the second movie! It’s roughly 3ish years after the first film, so he’s got his doctorate now and he’s drug Dan all the way to Peru so they can be volunteer medics in a civil war. This obviously gives Herbert an unprecedented access to fresh bodies for his experiments.

Eventually he and Dan head back to Miskatonic Hospital, where they’re able to get jobs and a creepy cute little house that used to be a mortuary so they can continue the work. Herbert is now obsessed with the reanimation of separate parts and convinces Dan to help him build an entirely new life from parts. Dan’s not on board until Herbert shows him Megan Halsey’s heart and promises that they’ll build the body around it.

Dr. Hill’s head also somehow survived the first movie and it tries to terrorize Herbert, along with a cop who’s investigating Herbert for stealing corpses. Herbert eventually kills and reanimates the cop, and then gets into even more trouble when all of the other strange creatures he’s been reanimating start coming after him because they’re being mind controlled by Dr. Hill’s nasty head ( don’t ask me okay, this script was written in literally 6 weeks it makes no sense )

Anyway Herbert and Dan successfully bring their creation to life right before getting attacked by Dr. Hill and his army of weirdos, all while Dan is having a mental breakdown because he thinks the creation is his dead girlfriend Meg. In the chaos Dan and the creation escape separately while Herbert and Hill and co. get trapped under buried rubble and are left for dead ( AGAIN ).

But surprise! Herbert isn’t dead! We don’t know how he survived but we do know that at some point in time Dan turned over evidence to the authorities that led to Herbert’s arrest and imprisonment. The third movie picks up with Herbert who’s been in prison for 13 years and the dumbass new hospital doctor is a fanboy of Herbert and brings in some of his reagent. Herbert basically starts a prison riot, chaos ensues, this movie is Not Good, but the important thing is that Herbert escapes prison with his work and gets to walk off free and definitely alive into the night <3

VIBES / PERSONALITY:

His work is EVERYTHING to him -- there have been multiple times where Herbert has put his work above his own bodily safety or chance of survival, and I guarantee he would do it again, too. Herbert is mostly focused on being able to do the impossible simply because it’s “impossible.” He’s able to convince Dan to help him because he reasons the practical applications of his reagent, like saving lives by aiding in surgeries or helping with amputations, but at the end of the day Herbert is only concerned with discovery, acclaim, and giving classical science a big ‘ole middle finger.

He can be incredibly manipulative when looking for a specific action or behavior in the people close to him. This mostly is seen in how he treats Dan, often reeling him back in with promise of how much good their work will do in the world when Dan starts to get squeamish. Herbert is also really good at finding the sorest spots in someone and pressing on them, but usually only does this when he wants to prove a point or if he really hates someone.

He gains a lot of power by seeming like the more “level-headed” person in an altercation, but he can get extremely excitable or aggressive, especially when something goes well with his research or if it’s being threatened.

He’s genuinely a good doctor, doesn’t freak out under pressure, has neutral-good bedside manner, is very decisive and isn’t afraid to make difficult decisions when it comes to a patient’s life. However, Herbert considers himself a scientist first and a doctor second. The work on reanimation will always come before anything else.

He’s a HUGE fucking nerd, he loves making puns or little zingers whenever he can fit them into a conversation. He also likes playing practical jokes, though he doesn’t do it often. He’s got a great evil giggle.

Oh he’s terrible at taking care of himself. There’s a deleted scene from the first movie where Herbert is shown to be injecting himself with a weakened version of the reanimating reagent because it helps keep his brain sharp and makes it to where he doesn’t have to sleep. What a NUT. I think he probably weans off this habit, by force or choice. His sleeping and eating habits are still pretty bad, though. Definitely the kind of person who doesn’t eat/sleep/rest unless he’s genuinely about to collapse because of it.

Oh he’s also sooooooooooo gay. gay gay gay homo sexual.

There are very few people he outright respects or enjoys spending time around, and with everyone else he is absolutely so bitchy and rude. He doesn’t give a single shit about being polite. Also ACAB.

PLOT POSSIBILITIES:

Got any canonically dead muses? Want them to be alive again? Herbert can help with that! He’ll definitely want to make sure they stick around and observe them to see why the reagent worked so well, maybe do some extra tests, so he can also double as a really annoying, creepy roommate. Score!

Med student muses? I have a new classmate for you

Ever wondered what your muse would do if they saw someone graverobbing, or smuggling body parts into their house in the middle of the night? Do they stop him? Ask questions? Offer to help? Now’s the chance to find out!

He could always use a new assistant since Dan keeps abandoning him after every movie, jfc, loyalty is so hard to find these days

Meet-cute where one of his reanimated creations tries to murder you and he saves you from it <3

[openheartthot]

Sick Day

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x f!MC (Camille Prescott)

Word Count: 1,635

Warnings: This might be hard to read if you’ve been having trouble with a certain pandemic ~ahem~ so be warned there is a virus involved here. Also like one curse word. 

Summary: Ethan can’t stay away when Camille comes down with the flu. 

Y’all were so sweet with my first story that I’m back with another one today. Thanks to everyone that read and enjoyed, it really means a lot! :) 

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His knock echoes in the empty hallway, and Ethan shifts uncomfortably. He can’t just stand outside her apartment all day. At some point, he’s going to have to accept that she’s not answering the door. Still, he can’t help himself from raising his fist to the door and rapping his knuckles against the wood once more. 

The knock is a bit harder than he means for it to be, a sign of his desperation. He needs to see her, needs to know that she’s okay. Until he can see her with his own eyes, every minute that he’s left standing out in the hallway is torture. 

Finally, as Ethan is reaching for his phone to call Sienna Trinh and demand her assistance, the door slowly swings open. He lets out a sigh of relief when he sees Camille standing in the doorway. 

“Ethan?” Camille’s voice is raspy, and she wraps her arms around herself, shivering despite the oversized UPenn crew neck she’s wearing. Besides the sweatshirt, all she has on are a ridiculous pair of over-the-knee pink wool socks. As outrageous as the socks may be, Ethan’s mouth goes just a little bit dry at the sight of her bare thighs. “What are you doing here?” Camille asks, her confused tone wrenching Ethan’s attention away from her legs. 

“Erm…I just thought I’d deliver these to you.” Ethan says, brusquely thrusting a thick stack of patient charts into her arms. The excuse sounds flimsy even as it leaves his mouth. “I heard you called in sick, so--”  

“So you left Edenbrook to come give me my patient charts?” Camille interrupts, bemused. “You know we have digital copies of these, right?” 

“Of course.” The silence between them stretches out for just long enough to become awkward. Ethan knows she’s waiting on a real explanation, and furthermore, he knows he owes her one. “I was…concerned. When Baz told me you wouldn’t be in, all I could think about was if you’d been hurt…or…” He swallows hard. “Why didn’t you call me?” 

“Ethan,” Camille reaches out and takes his hand. Ethan notes the heat emanating from her skin. “It’s just a virus. And we still haven’t had a chance to talk over everything yet. The last thing I wanted to do was drag you away from work to take care of me.” 

It’s true. They still haven’t spoken about the kiss outside of Ethan’s apartment, or the kiss at Mass Kenmore, for that matter. Ethan’s so buried in his thoughts that he almost doesn’t notice Camille swaying slightly, letting go of his hand to grip the door frame for balance. 

He immediately steps closer, steadying her with a hand on her waist. The back of his other hand, he uses to press delicately against her forehead. He had been expecting fever, but he’s mildly alarmed by the heat radiating from her skin. 

“Sorry,” Camille mumbles, leaning into him gratefully. “I’ve just been having some vertigo. Could be a symptom of--” 

“The common cold. Or influenza. Type A has been going around this year.” Ethan interjects. “And don’t apologize for being sick.” 

“I know what the flu is.” Camille says indignantly. “I should’ve known you’d try to one-up me when I’m on my deathbed.” she pouts, the congestion in her voice bolstering her self-pitying tone. Ethan’s lips twitch into a smile. 

“You’re delirious. Can I take you to bed?” He instantly regrets his choice of words as Camille lets out a loud peal of laughter, which quickly tapers off into a coughing fit. “I meant, you need to lie down.” He glares at her, and she grins back. 

“Fine, you’re right.” Camille turns, starting to pull away from him and take an unsteady step in the direction of her bedroom. She doesn’t get very far before Ethan tugs her back to him, cradling her face in his large hands. 

“Let me take care of you.” he says, gently stroking her cheekbone. “Please.” Ethan knows her roommates are all working double shifts, and he can’t bear to leave her here alone. He’s certain his feelings are written all over his face because Camille’s eyes soften immediately.

Before she can say anything, Ethan leans down and scoops her up with ease. He carries her bridal-style into her bedroom and lays her down in her bed, trying very very hard not to think about what happened the first time he saw the inside of this room. Or the second time, for that matter. The sight of her bare ass is not something he’s likely to forget. 

Once she’s safely tucked into her bed, Ethan moves for the door, bracing himself to take stock of her kitchen. Camille and her roommates don’t seem very domestic, but hopefully they’ll have enough ingredients for soup. Camille’s hand reaches out and closes around his wrist before he can reach the door. 

“Stay.” Her eyes are slitted, her hand hot on his arm, but he can’t say no to her. 

 He kicks off his shoes and unknots his tie, sitting on the bed beside her. He hesitates for only a moment before drawing her towards him and wrapping an arm snugly around her waist. He runs one hand over her tousled blonde locks, and Camille lets out a little sigh, resting her head on his chest and closing her eyes. 

The afternoon has bled into evening by the time Camille wakes up, and by then Ethan has relocated to the couch. He’s slowly combing through the stack of patient files he brought with him. He pulls off his glasses and looks up as Camille shuffles out of the bathroom. She’s obviously just gotten out of the shower, because her wet hair is tossed up in a messy bun, but she’s wearing the same outfit from before. 

“I made soup.” Ethan offers, gesturing towards the kitchen. Camille rubs her eyes, and despite her bleary eyes and rumpled appearance, his heart melts at her shy smile. 

“Thanks. You didn’t have to do that.” She reappears from the kitchen a few moments later, holding a bowl of soup in her hands. She takes a few steps closer to him, eyeing the chart in his hands. “Read it out loud.” she insists, settling onto the couch next to him and tucking her legs underneath her. 

“This is the case we’re working on right now.” Ethan says. “It’s Gwyneth Monroe’s assistant, actually. She had her first seizure last week, and a physical exam revealed multiple muscular cysts. Gwyneth requested our team immediately.” Ethan fights hard not to roll his eyes. As much as he dislikes the obnoxious Pictagram influencer, her assistant does need medical attention. 

Camille swallows a spoonful of soup, then taps the spoon against her lips. “Well, it’s gotta be Cysticercosis, right? Cysts caused by tapeworm eggs. If the larvae have traveled to her brain, that’d explain the seizures. Not to mention that it’s pretty obvious where the eggs came from.” 

Ethan nods, marking down a few notes on the chart. “Exactly what I was thinking, Rookie. Good work. We can start her on anti-parasitics and anti-inflammatories first thing in the morning.” 

Camille grimaces, setting her half-empty bowl of soup to the side. “All this talk of larvae and eggs kinda makes me lose my appetite.” 

Ethan chuckles, and sets the stack of files down on the coffee table as well. “That’s probably enough work for tonight. You need to focus on getting better as soon as possible. Come here.” He opens his arms for her, and Camille gratefully shifts closer to him, letting him fold her into his comforting embrace. Holding her is so nice that he doesn’t even mind her wet hair dripping all over his shirt. 

Ethan swings his legs onto the couch, stretching out so Camille can maneuver herself to lie on top of him. Ethan has to admit, those ridiculous socks certainly feel nice as Camille tangles her legs with his, settling on top of him so every part of her body is flush against his. He strokes the strip of skin just above the hem of her right sock, and smiles as he feels her smooth skin break out in goosebumps. 

“Thank you for taking care of me today.” Camille whispers against his chest. “I know we still need to talk, but--” 

“Shh.” Ethan commands softly, tilting her chin up so he can meet her eyes. “I’ll always take care of you.” A slight shiver runs through Camille’s body, and Ethan suddenly realizes how close he is to her. Without thinking, he closes the gap between them, pressing his lips to hers. 

“Ethan!” Camille protests weakly, pulling back after a kiss that is entirely too short for Ethan’s liking. “You’ll get sick.” she scolds him. 

Ethan grunts. “I don’t care.” He grips her chin in his fingers, returning her lips to his. Her warm fingers reach up to touch his face, skating over his beard as she kisses him back. Even with the dry heat of her fevered skin and the taste of cherry cough drops on her tongue, she’s still the best thing he’s ever tasted. 

He thinks he could probably keep kissing her forever, but eventually she breaks away to cough, which for some reason he finds endearing rather than disgusting. He presses a soft kiss to her forehead, and she nestles her head into the crook of his neck, clearly intending to fall asleep again right there on top of him. 

“I’ll take care of you,” Camille promises sleepily, “when you inevitably get sick from this.” And that’s when Ethan realizes that he really must be in over his head. Because if falling ill means he’ll get to spend another day curled up in bed with Camille, then he can’t think of a single thing he’d like to do more.

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[philliamwrites]

Ocean Eyes, Golden Mind

Fandom: All For The Game (Nora Sakavic)

Pairing: Neil/Andrew

Tags: #math nerd neil, #neil with glasses, #no exy

Summary: In which Neil hates his new prescribed glasses until they attract the interest of a certain Andrew Minyard.

Commissioner: Ziegenkind

Notes: Title taken from Billie Eilish’s ‘Ocean Eyes.’

Ocean Eyes, Golden Mind

Dude, it’s just a frat party. Who doesn’t go to frat parties?

     The message flashes Neil’s screen white, its sender none other than his roommate Nicky who is supposed to study for an upcoming test in Public Policy in exactly nineteen hours. That’s what Neil writes him. Nicky’s reply comes instantly.

Those who study tend not to party. You know. Like you.

     Neil leaves him on read. If he wants to party, he’ll lock himself inside his room, two bottles of Jack Daniel’s by his side while watching every existing compilation of cats attacking people on the small screen of his phone. He knows how to have a good time, alright. Not everyone has to set their scale like Nicky: More than once Neil has been the spectator of him coming back to the dormitory completely wasted, but still eager enough to get frozen waffles from the fridge. Being too drunk to put them in the toaster, he usually just climbs up to his top bunk and puts them between his thighs to eat them partially defrosted. It’s this fragile line between genius and stupidity that has Neil doubting if he should fill in a request for changing roommates or just live with the fact that Nicky Hemmick is one special kind of man.

    So instead of spending his night curled into himself, wall against his back and eyes on every stranger distributing awful shots, Neil sits at the Math Tutoring Centre on the west side of the campus and gives group tutoring sessions.

    Math comes to Neil like breathing. Like Bertrand Russel said, not only does Mathematics possess truth, but supreme beauty—a beauty cold and austere, like that of a sculpture. It is sublimely pure, and capable of a stern perfection such as only the greatest art can show. It is poetry—elegant and deep—of logical ideas to create harmony in a written line. Once he tried to explain that to Nicky over microwaved Mac n Cheese with Girls running in the background, clearly overestimating him, because Nicky only stared into space for a few seconds, and replied, “You really need to get laid, man.”

    Reluctant at the beginning, Neil only agreed to join the Tutor Program because his math professor promised to throw in some extra cash. Something about raising the graduate numbers in order to get the board of education off his back. That’s where Neil’s jurisdiction of interest ends, but he has enjoyed it more than expected—the empty hallways, the harsh light of the ceiling lamps, the smell of chalk, the faint echoes of students still lingering in classrooms. There’s this magic about the Palmetto State University at night—a vulnerability that can only live once the sun sets behind the horizon. When else would he find a kid sleeping under a table in the library, or seniors breaking down in tears for exact 10 minutes before continuing their studies as if nothing has happened.

    There’s another reason he’d rather spend his evening on campus, one Nicky doesn’t need to know because then Neil won’t hear the end of it. That reason being 5’0’’ tall chemistry prodigy Andrew Minyard, sitting in the last row of Neil’s math sessions each Friday. He only knows about him thanks to Nicky’s never-ending complaints, but that never really stopped him from throwing a few or more glances in Andrew’s direction. Just curiosity, of course.

    So when he stands in front of the blackboard now, putting away his lesson papers which are full of numbers and equations—the kind that has enough letters to look like sentences—he feels dozens eyes burn holes in the back of his neck, and one pair belongs to Andrew. No one asks why he’s here, but everyone knows he doesn’t need to be.

    In his one year of giving tutoring sessions, Neil has learnt that exactly three types of students exist: Students who are really good, certainly not in need of the extra lessons, but going anyway for some extra ego-buff and unnecessary brain-flexing. The second type is students who are okay, doing their tasks, following the lesson, not really attracting any attention safe for some crude jokes. The last type has Neil questioning his belief in the educational system of the whole state because he doesn’t understand how they are allowed inside the sacred halls of PSU.

    Andrew is a special type on his own—the enigma that keeps Neil awake at two in the morning because he’s desperate to solve it, but without knowing where to start, he’s just running in circles. His fingers itch to solve an equation with multiple variables, to find the solution to a problem and get it off his mind.

    He doubts it will be this easy with Andrew.

    “Before we continue to look at scalar products in R- and C-vector spaces, we’ll consider bilinear and semi-bilinear forms in general, and link them to matrices for their representation to chosen bases.” Neil’s hand flies across the board, leaving letters and parenthesizes that look like bizarre drawings—art in its most complex form. Once he’s finished, he takes a step away, wipes the chalk on his fingers off on his jeans, and turns to his audience. “What happens to this equation with the semi-bilinear form σ?”

    Two hands shoot up immediately. He ignores them; no need to feed their ego, and instead picks a freshman who’s been staring at his phone for the last ten minutes. Making way, Neil moves back to the student’s seats and leans against a desk.

    Is it the farthest place away from the board? It is.

    Is it the closest that will get him to Andrew? Might be so.

    It certainly gives him a good look at what Andrew’s been doing since Neil started—and that is not solving a single task on the paper Neil has handed out at the beginning of the session. Andrew, apparently bored before it even started, has taken out a slip of paper with a sudoku puzzle on it and is solving it against his leg, completely linked out of the instruction.

    Neil tries not to stare too much at Andrew’s bare arms, and instead looks back at the board.

    “Does that look right?” the freshman—Rhys or Rheeze or something like that—asks, turning around.

    Neil narrows his eyes and squints at the board. He can’t make out a single thing, and that’s bad, yes, but his feet betray him, staying rooted where they are instead of reducing the distance until he can distinguish σ from a.

    “Where does the l come from,” he asks. Multiple heads snap in his direction.

    “That’s a j, Josten,” someone says from the other side of the room.

    Neil squints harder. “And the u?”

    “A μ.”

    “No, it’s a v,” a girl next to Neil says, and that’s when the everyone starts shouting about what’s on the board and what isn’t.

    Neil bears it for a solid minute before he surrenders. He pulls a small case from his pocket, opens it. Puts his glasses on.

    The whole room goes silent.

    Neil checks the equation, nods. “Correct. Who’s next?”

    Multiple people stir, one manages to get up, and walks straight into a table leg. Neil questions that ‘straight’, because only then the freshman guy stops staring at Neil and steers his attention to the equation on the blackboard.

    It was a bad idea, and Neil still hates Allison for forcing him to go. She’d dragged him to the doctor last week to get his eyes tested, annoyed by his never-ending questions of ‘What’s written there?’ or ‘Is that a six or an eight?’.

    “They’re my eyes,” Neil had said, arms crossed as he sat in the office and waited for his turn.

    “And it’s me who has to see your ugly squinting face,” Allison had replied.

    Two hours later Neil had finally his prescriptions but that didn’t mean he was free from Allison’s clutches. He would have been fine with some glasses from the dollar store, but she insisted that if he’s going to wear them more than once a day, he should get designer glasses—thin frames and a color that matches his copper hair. She suggested gold. Neil picked black. The look of disappointment on Allison’s face was something that deserved its own painting to commemorate it. But once they’d finally chosen the right pair, she’d given him the very same look most of the students are giving him now—a mix between slight awe and disbelief as if he’s grown a second head. Or owes them all a month’s worth of lunch money.

    “Well,” had Allison said at least, turning away to pack up and go home. “Tigers have their stripes. I have my eyeliner.” She threw him another scrutinizing look over her shoulder. “You have your glasses.” If it was supposed to make him feel better, it didn’t work, and right now he regrets nothing more than allowing Allison to drag him around.

    Neil’s eyes land on Andrew’s sudoku puzzle, now half-hidden under his papers, and he sees now that he isn’t even solving the thing, but simply coloring in the empty squares.

    He takes a second too long and meets Andrew’s eyes staring back at him.

    “Problem, Josten?” Andrew asks with a blank expression, tapping the end of his pen against his monochrome picture of black and white squares.

    Neil wants to see how far he can push until he walks against a brick wall and breaks something. He returns his gaze to the board but feels Andrew’s eyes like a solid touch on the back of his neck.

    After the session, the students hurry outside, still throwing curious glances over their shoulders at Neil and if he could merge with the back of his chair and disappear forever, that would be totally okay. It isn’t until a shadow looms above him that he looks up from his own homework and draws in a careful breath when Andrew towers above him.

    Neil raises an eyebrow. “Problem, Minyard?”

    Andrew’s face gives nothing away, and when he stretches out a hand, Neil doesn’t flinch. His glasses slip off easily, held between Andrew’s thumb and index finger.

    “Nicky told me he’s trying to convince you to join him tomorrow,” Andrew says. Neil needs a second, because that is the most words he’s heard out of Andrew’s mouth.

    “I have no reason to go,” Neil says, his eyes jumping up and down, from the equation that makes his sight blur to Andrew leaning his slender waist against the table.

    “You have one now.” It’s barely neutral enough to not sound like a threat, but Neil stares at Andrew nonetheless, and when he puts Neil’s glasses on, Neil’s heart does a weird stutter. He’s still starring at Andrew when he leaves the room, and no, his eyes don’t stray, they stay on Andrew’s broad back, and if they dip lower it’s because of the light.

    Once he’s alone, Neil takes a deep breath, exhales slowly. Puts his head in his arms and counts to ten in French first, then again in German. His heart still does this weird thing, trying to bruise his ribs from the inside.

    He gets his phone, texts Nicky he’ll go to the frat party tomorrow and puts it away, not interested in his roommate’s reply. There’s still the equation he needs to solve, but for the first time Neil’s heart isn’t really into math, and he is quite alright with it.

[delaneytveit]

Langst Headcanon?? in this economy?? its more likely than you think

alright, so I've been scouring the langst tag for like weeks bc its the only thing that brings me entertainment. Like literally, I dream about this stuff now. my brain only runs on langst now. like serotonin who? dopamine who? don’t know them. I only know langst. so here’s a little head canon I thought of recently that I sent my roommate. 

So this takes place before the whole Shiro/ Kuron thing so Shiro is still in the picture. 

part 1/ part 2

Lance, my baby boy, is feeling left out bc Shiro and Keith are always training together. Hunk and Pidge are always working on projects, and Allura and Coran are always working on diplomatic stuff. Lance closes in on himself and basically shuts down, but he also knows that if things start sliding, Allura and Shiro and Keith will just yell at him. So he trains with the team, takes part in compulsory team bonding and the like. But he doesn’t hang out with the team. He doesn’t eat with the, he doesn’t have movie nights with them, he doesn’t bother them anymore. 

At first no one really notices. They notice that the castle is quiet, and that they aren’t having to put up with as many distractions as before, but they never really put 2 and 2 together. 

And then it dawns on Hunk that he really hasn’t heard Lance singing lately, or his jokes, or his laughs, or anything. Not even a complaint. He sees him at training but then, his best friend disappears. He’s worried. 

He tells Coran as such and Coran confides that he also noticed a change in the Blue paladin, and his concerns over the boy’s health. but neither one of them really knows what to do. 

At training the next day, Lance is kicking ass. Like the boy made most if not all of his shots. He’s taking bots out left and right, until he isn’t. One bot got too close, and then another, and then another. He was watching everyone’s back but no one was watching his. Allura calls the training session, and boy is she pissed. Because Lance should be able to do his job properly. All he has to do is shoot, why can’t he do something as simple as that? 

She tells him as much, yells it in fact. Along with some comments about how if he can’t get it right then he needs more training and to stop playing around with what were it is he does in his free time. She doesn’t know that he puts in more hours on the training deck than Keith. She doesn’t know that he takes a 3 hour nap, he can’t seem to sleep longer than that anymore, before spending all night on the training deck. 

He doesn’t tell her. He doesn’t say anything. He just sits there, and keeps his mouth shut because that’s what she wants. She doesn’t want to hear him defend himself. She doesn’t want to hear excuses, she just wants to hear him promisee to be better. So he does. 

That night Coran comes to his room, tells him he has a surprise for him. Lance is real confused but he goes with it because its Coran, his crazy Altean space uncle. Coran leads him down to the far side of the castle and up a few floors. They land on basically an abandoned area of the castle. They stop in front of a door and Coran hands him a key card. 

Confused, Lance lets himself into the room and switches on the light. Its a shooting range. Coran informs him that it used to be one of the multiple banquet halls of the castle, but he converted it because he knew lance wanted to practice more but that he had to wait until late at night to get the deck to himself. 

He tells him that he knows that Allura kept forcing him to do close combat even though his weapon isn’t fit for it. He spends the next few dobashes explaining to Lance how to run the range and leads him over to a room off to the side. Its a walk in locker with a glass wall that looks out onto the range. Its filled with different space firearms. Where they came from? Lance will never know. but there’s a lot of them, and they’re pretty fucking cool. He makes a mental note of what ones he wants to try out first. 

Lance finally has his own place. 

Over a few days, he becomes excelled at both his Bayard and the other firearms. He jokes to himself that he’s now the Deadshot of the Paladins. Would any of them see him that way? Probably not. But at least he never missed a shot.  

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Would you please do an au where Laurent thinks Damen is cheating on him (of course he is not)? It’s basic but I love when there’s angsts and jealousy.

“He’s cheating on me.”

“Uh-huh.” Nicaise says, deadpan, eating Nutella straight from the jar. “And why do you think that?”

Laurent glares at him tightly.

“I know he is.”

“How do you know?” 

“He’s been weird,” Laurent says, at a lack of a better word.

“Damen is weird,” Nicaise says, rolling his eyes. 

They’re in their shared apartment, Nicaise lying on the couch and Laurent pacing over their furniture; currently, he’s pacing pensively on their coffee table. With how often he does this, it’s a wonder it hasn’t broken.

“But he’s being weird.” Laurent insists.

“How?” Nicaise asks, exasperated.

Laurent begins to flush, because he knows how this is going to sound to Nicaise even before he says it. 

“We haven’t-” He gestures. “In a while.”

“What?”

“You know.”

“No, I don’t.”

Laurent huffs. “We haven’t had sex in a while.”

Nicaise frowns. “Okay, that’s - a little weird, but. Sex drive isn’t constant, I think. Doesn’t have to mean anything.”

Except it sort of does, Laurent thinks, because they used to fuck multiple times a day, all over Damen’s apartment - since Laurent lives with Nicaise, and Nicaise isn’t above walking into his room when he knows they’re having sex if it’s bothering him - and now - well, now, even if Laurent stays the night at Damen’s, Damen won’t touch him. 

And that’s weird, especially since it happened out of nowhere.

“And you can’t base ‘he’s cheating on me’ on one piece of rather dubious evidence.”

“Nicaise,” Laurent says with an eye roll. “Before me, Damen had dozens of partners, okay? I know that. I pretend I don’t know that, but I know that. You know that, too. He’s fucked all of the blondes in our school, and quite a bit of the ones not in our school, so I think it’s safe to say he’s never gone longer than a day without sex. It’s been two weeks.”

“Alright,” Nicaise admits. “It’s weird, okay? I agree with you. But it’s still not enough.”

“I saw him,” Laurent blurts finally; he didn’t want to tell Nicaise this, because if no one but him knew, he could pretend to be ignorant, he could pretend nothing had ever happened, but Nicaise will never forgive Damen for this, even if Laurent does. “With a woman. At dinner.”

“You followed him?”

Laurent shakes his head. “I was staying late at the library, and I had to cancel dinner with Damen, and he swore it was alright. On the way back here, I passed through that new pasta restaurant a few streets from campus, and he was sitting near the window, having dinner with a woman.”

“Blonde?”

“Blonde.”

“That bitch,” Nicaise says. “How dare he?”

And it’s relieving, to have Nicaise’s support, but it’s also gutting in a way, because Laurent suspects it means his relationship is over.

*

“Hey sweetheart,” Damen drops a kiss to his lips, but Laurent pushes him away.

“Bitch,” Nicaise tells Damen as he slips past the door. “Laurent, I’ll be back in half an hour.”

“What’s up with him?” Damen frowns. “I thought we’d finally gotten past the name calling stage!”

“Damen,” Laurent says, very seriously. “I know what you’ve been doing.”

“What have I been doing?” Damen asks with a frown on his face.

Laurent glares at him, even though he’s feeling like his heart may break.

“You’re cheating on me.”

“What?” Damen asks, and Laurent stands angrily. 

“I saw you!” He says. “Having dinner with a woman last Tuesday.”

Damen frowns, before realization dawns on his face and he shakes his head.

“Laurent, no.” He says, shaking his head. “That was Jokaste! She’s Kastor’s wife, and she was only in town for a couple of days. Remember, we were having dinner with her, until you cancelled on us?” 

Laurent pauses; he does remember Damen mentioning a woman named Jokaste was coming in a couple of days, and he does remember him mentioning having dinner with her, he’d just… never thought she was that woman.

“Well,” he says. “Then why aren’t we having sex?”

His face goes immediately red when he says it, and Damen looks at him disbelievingly.

“You mean in your apartment, where your roommate might and has walked in on us, or in my apartment, where your brother is currently staying?”

Oh, right.

“It’s not like Auguste would find out!” Laurent says. Honestly, he can now see that he came to the entirely wrong conclusion, but he can’t be faulted for it; final exams have been driving him insane, and he thinks his brain might actually be at 3% functionality with everything that’s not school related.

“The walls aren’t that thick.” Damen says. “And it would be - weird. What if he walked in on us? I could never look him in the face again!”

“He’s walked in on you before, and you’ve walked in on him! You were roommates for six years!”

“Yes, but it’s different if he walked in on me and you!” Damen exclaims. “He’d hate me!”

“It’s not like he doesn’t know we have sex!” Although, Auguste might be living in a fantasy world where Laurent and Damen never touch each other. He digs the toe of his shoe into the floor, looking down, embarrassed. “So… you’re not cheating on me?”

“No, sweetheart, I’d never!” Damen rushes over to him, wraps him in his arms. “I love you so much. I could never - I wouldn’t.”

“Alright,” Laurent says. He checks his watch. “Nicaise will be back in… twenty six minutes. Want to have sex?”

Damen grins. “You’re incorrigible.”

Laurent sticks his tongue out at him. “It’s entirely your fault.”

Damen laughs and kisses him deeply. “I’ll gladly take responsibility for it.”

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[iridescentjin]

Summary: Taehyung x reader. roommates! au (I couldn’t get all of it in because it was a lot, but I got a lot of the things in).

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Masturbation, unprotected sex, mild hair pulling, dry humping (sort of. more like wet humping), multiple orgasms. the softest dom!Taehyung that he can hardly be called a dom.

Word Count: 1894

You’re sitting on the couch in your living room, eating a bowl of cereal, when your roommate, Taehyung saunters into the room. He has his usual relaxed look on his face, and he looks so good even in his pajamas. There was no denying that Taehyung was one of the hottest men you’d ever met in your life.

You had been roommates with Taehyung for years, since your sophomore year of college, and the two of you just worked together. You couldn’t say that you hadn’t checked him out from time to time, but the fact that you’d taken care of him while he was throwing up from drinking too much or that time he had the stomach flu made it difficult to see him as anything more than just your goofy roommate.

Tae emerges from the kitchen with a bowl of oatmeal in his hand and stares at your for a second. He tilts his head, and when he opens his mouth, you can’t believe what he’s saying to you.

 “Not to make things weird, but I thought about you when I came last night.”

You nearly choke on the bite of cereal in your mouth. You force yourself to swallow it and look at him with huge eyes. “You what!?”

He shrugs and walks off to his bedroom, oatmeal in hand. You sit on the couch flabbergasted by the admission, followed by him just casually walking away. Your mind is racing as you sit on the couch, wracking your brain for any times that Tae might have given away that he was sexually attracted to you. You come up empty. The two of you made a point to keep it platonic between the two of you, and you had an unspoken agreement to never discuss your sex lives with one another, except the occasional jab about how loud the other was.

After you finish eating, you decide to take a shower to hopefully clear your mind after Taehyung threw you for that loop. You stand under the hot water, letting it fall on your shoulders. You close your eyes and let your mind wander. You think about all the things you have to do this week, the painting that you’ve been working on, and then your mind betrays you. Behind your eyelids, you see an imagine of Taehyung, on his bed, lights dim, cock in hand. His hair is disheveled, and his mouth is parted slightly. His chest rises and falls quickly as his breath quickens.

You stop yourself, shaking your head, before that fantasy goes anything further. You admonish yourself for thinking about Tae like that, but the ache between your legs gives you away. You decide that if you just take care of it now. You slip your hand between your legs, drawing gentle circles on your clit, trying to picture anything but Tae’s face twisted in pleasure, eyes locked on yours.

You let yourself slip into the pleasure of the feeling. You don’t hear the slight knock on the door or the man enter the bathroom until it’s too late. You let out a little moan of his name at the same time that Tae starts, “Sorry, I left my toothbrush-”

Your eyes snap open, and you scream at the foggy visage looking at you through the glass. You try to find something to say, something that will make the embarrassment go away. “Tae, I…”

You can’t find the words, so you trail off. Suddenly, he throws the shower door open, letting the water start to form little puddles on the tile floor. In his pajamas, he steps into the shower and pulls you toward him. You are so shocked that you let it happen, your naked body pressed against his clothed form.

He brings his hand against your cheek and angles your head up to him. He leans in toward you, stopping about an inch away from you. “Did you just say my name?”

You stand there, completely shocked and still mortified, in silence. You are staring at him, unable to form words. He hand slips into your hair, and he tugs gently on the wet strands.

“Y/n, I’m not kidding right now. I need to know before I make a huge mistake. Did you or did you not just say my name while touching yourself?”

Finally, you force your mouth to open. You could lie, and then this embarrassing moment would be over. But you’re too curious to know what it’s like with Taehyung. “I said your name,” slips past your lips.

It’s all Tae needs, and he presses his mouth to yours. Your mouths move together feverishly, like you want to explore every inch of each other’s mouths before the chance slips away from you. The way that his lips and tongue feel against yours is making even more heat pool between your legs. You moan into his mouth as you press your chest more firmly against his. 

“You’re really bad at hiding how turned on you are, you know?” he mumbles against your lips.

“I’m not trying to hide it. And you’re not good at it either.” You slide your hand down his waist and wrap your hand around his hard cock that is straining against his pajama pants.

He reaches over and shuts off the water and pulls you, still dripping, behind him to his bedroom. When you are in the room, he pushes the door shut behind you. He looks at you and sighs a heavy exhale.

“Okay, before this goes any further...is this a bad idea?” he asks, suddenly looking a little shy.

“I mean probably,” you respond. “But I think that I’m willing to take the chance. Are you?”

He thinks for a moment. “If this fucks everything up, we throw away years of friendship and roommate-itude. But, god, I’ve wanted you like this for so long. Fuck it.”

He peels the pajama top over his head and drops his pants. He’s not wearing underwear, and you gasp a little at how his firm length sits up away from his hips. Tae pulls you back against him and starts kissing you again. His hands explore your back and your ass. You feel how hard he is against you. Your head is swimming with the thought that Tae has wanted this for so long.

“Will you let me take control?” Tae asks, as his lips caress your skin down your neck.

You nod, and you feel yourself growing wetter thinking about him telling you what to do?

He smiles a wicked little smile and lies down on the bed. He beckons you over with his finger, and you climb on top of him, straddling his waist, hovering over him. He lets out a deep groan from inside his chest, as he stares at your glistening pussy. 

“You don’t get to feel me inside you yet. Show me that you want it. Let me feel how wet you are.”

He pulls your hips down, so your slit is against his cock. He feels so warm and hard under you that you can’t keep your hips from moving. You slide against him easily, coating him in your arousal. The head of his dick catches on your clit, and you moan out against him. His skin against you feels like velvet, and you are so sensitive that you don’t ever want to stop moving your hips. The skin on his dick is so smooth, and you feel yourself dripping from the contact. You continue moving your hips, and, soon, Taehyung starts moving his hips too.

You look up into his face, and his eyes are blown wide, focused on the place where your bodies are joined. He moans, “fuck,” as his grip tightens on your hips.

“Tae, I’m gonna cum,” you moan out, dropping your head against his shoulder.

“Stay upright, y/n, and I’ll let you cum.”

You sit up, forcing yourself to stay up, throwing your head back on your shoulders. You feel yourself tumble over the edge of your orgasm, pulsing and dripping as Tae’s cock continues to glide against you. Little moans and whimpers spill over your lips as you cum. In between your moans, you hear Tae utter, “fuck, I love you.”

You moan loudly as your ears register what you just heard. You don’t say anything back to him yet, just letting the words resonate.

“I want to be in you. Can I fuck you raw?”

He said it like he hadn’t just admitted that he loved you. You nod and add, “I’m clean and on  the pill.

He doesn’t hesitate and slides his cock inside you, groaning as he does it.

“Fuck you feel so good. So wet. So hot.”

His words are starting to not make sense, but he keeps moving his hips, thrusting up into you. You roll your hips and match his pace. The way that he curves up inside you feels amazing, and his hands on your skin feel so hot they almost burn you. You are riding him, and you can feel yourself ready to cum again. “Tae, Tae I’m gonna-”

He cuts you off, putting his finger to your lips. “How do you feel about me?”

“Tae, you’re my best friend, and you’re fucking me so good.”

He shakes his head as his thrusts take a more punishing pace. “I said I love you. Do you love me? Or do you just see me as your friend?”

You don’t let yourself think of Tae as anything more than a friend most of the time because you don’t want to ruin your friendship, but when you think about it, he is the person that you want next to you at everything, the person you want to do everything with, the person you miss the most when he’s gone. Oh fuck you think to yourself.

“Yeah. Tae, I love you too.”

With your words, Tae topples over the edge of his orgasm, thrusting up into you hard. “I love you,” spilling out of his mouth over and over. You feel him painting you with his cum, and you tumble over the edge as well, clenching against him as he fills you.

You are panting, and your head falls to his shoulder again. He wraps his arms around your torso and pulls you as close to him as he can. His hips slow, and he stops completely when you start coming down from your orgasm. You stay there like that for a long time.

He kisses your forehead as he pulls his softening cock out of you. You groan a little at the loss, but you keep your face buried in his neck.

“I meant what I said, y/n.”

You force yourself to look up at him, and his eyes are wide and vulnerable. You lean up and kiss his cheek. “I did too,” you say with a smile.

He pulls you tighter against him, and you don’t have time to worry about the implications of your admissions before the two of you are drifting off to sleep.

[silverlightqueen]

Ruin My Life - Part 1.5 (Jimin’s POV) 

Part 1

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fratboy!Jimin - smut, fluff, slight angst ig 

Summary - Part 1 but from Jimin’s point of view

Word Count - 8k

Warnings - explicit sex, dirty talk, daddy kink, spanking, multiple orgasms, oral sex (male and female receiving), dom!Jimin

a/n: THIS IS STILL UNEDITED SO FORGIVE ANY MISTAKES! I know y’all are still waiting on part 8 and it’s coming soon dw, but I really wanted to explore my writing abilities and thought it’d be fun to rewrite part 1 but from Jimin’s point of view, if y’all enjoy, I might consider doing the other parts from his point of view too but i’ll see. hope y’all enjoy this part, lmk what you think and hmu if you wanna be on the taglist x

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‘Is that y/n?’ Taehyung says, interrupting the conversation currently going on between our friendship group. ‘Where?’ Namjoon asks, all of us looking around the relatively quiet library (it’d be silent if we weren’t in here as the librarian hasn’t failed to remind us several times). ‘Right there,’ Tae says, pointing to a table clearly in our eyeline. ‘That’s not y/n,’ Yoongi scoffs, just as the girl in question turns in her seat, stretching her back, and we get a clear view of her face; it’s definitely y/n. I try not to let my face change and don’t react in the slightest at seeing her for the first time in a while. ‘Damn, it is y/n,’ Hoseok says, surprise evident in his voice. ‘When did she get so… hot?’ Tae asks, and I roll my eyes. ‘She’s always been hot,’ Namjoon scoffs, voicing my thoughts, and Taehyung shakes his head. ‘Not like this, though. She looks like a fucking IG model,’ Taehyung says, and Jin laughs. ‘So exactly your type then?’ he says, and Tae smirks. ‘Her roommate’s more my type. You know that Mija? I ain’t never seen no one like her,’ Tae says, and Jungkook shakes his head. ‘Hyung, you say that about a different girl every week. Then you sleep with her, and suddenly she’s not attractive anymore,’ Jungkook says, calling him out, and we all burst out laughing. ‘That’s not true!’ Taehyung exclaims indignantly, and I raise an eyebrow at him. ‘Yes, it is, Tae. Everyone knows it,’ I say, and he shakes his head. ‘Nuh-uh, only you guys think about me like that. I bet no one else does,’ he says, and then I catch him eyeing y/n. I practically see the idea form in his mind when Jin says the words, ‘Prove it.’

‘I bet y/n doesn’t think of me like that,’ he says, and Namjoon laughs. ‘Clearly you don’t know her,’ he says, and Tae scowls. ‘And you do?’ he asks, and Namjoon nods. ‘Well, how about I go ask her for her number and we’ll see what she thinks of me then?’ he says, and I feel jealousy strike through me. ‘She would never give you her number. She actually has a functioning brain cell, you know?’ Namjoon says, and Tae rolls his eyes. ‘Just because you wouldn’t be able to get her number. None of you would,’ he says, all of the boys beginning to make noises of disagreement. ‘You wanna bet?’ Namjoon asks with a competitive glint in his eye. ‘Yeah. I do,’ Tae replies seriously. ‘Let’s do it, then. You go first,’ Namjoon says, and Tae practically jumps out of his seat, sauntering over to where y/n sits.

I watch with interest as she looks up at him and he says something. She visibly sighs, coaxing a laugh from us, before replying, Taehyung flinching at her words. He says something else with a grin, and she puts her book down, leaning back in her seat with an exasperated look on her face. He says something else, and she rolls her eyes, and I almost leap in triumph at how obvious it is that she doesn’t want to speak to him. She replies, and he asks her a question, her lips curling up into a grin, making me feel sick. They go back and forth, Tae flirting, laying it on thick, and y/n looking quite amused, constantly rolling her eyes and shaking her head at his words. And then her voice raises very slightly, and we hear what she says to him; ‘To save myself from any more of the bullshit that has been nonstop exiting your mouth for the past minute, I’m going to ask you to leave now.’

We all clap our hands over our mouths, choking on our laughter as Tae says one last thing to her, strutting back with a grin. He doesn’t let the rejection get to him, though I can tell his pride is hurt, and Hobi hyung goes next. She sends him back after half a minute with a roll of her eyes, and Jungkook tries afterwards. He ends up making her laugh and he jokes with her, and my jaw clenches unconsciously when I see her write something onto a slip of paper and hand it to him. He grins over at us, the other boys making a complete ruckus, Jungkook leaving y/n laughing to herself. Jin hyung goes next and she sends him back to with a pat on the arm and a kind smile. Namjoon hyung goes over a couple minutes later and she smiles widely at him when she looks up. After a bit of conversation, she leans towards him and puts a hand to his chest, whispering something with a sultry grin. The other boys start shouting and screeching whilst I try to calm my rocketing pulse and unclench my hands from fists. He brushes a piece of hair behind her ear and leaves, both of them smiling at each other. Yoongi hyung goes next, and they banter for a while before she gives him her number too. I’m practically seething at this point, knowing I have no right to, but if I’m jealous, I’m jealous; what can I do about that? The librarian comes over and rants at us again, and then it’s my turn. I feel nervous like I never have before as I approach her, my heart beating double time. I slide onto the table beside her and pull out one of her headphones, my entire body tensing with anticipation as she looks up at me. I’m not disappointed because Tae was right; she was always hot, but not like this. Not in the way that literally has blood rushing to places it probably shouldn’t be rushing to in the middle of the library.

‘Hey, princess. Long time no see,’ I say, so relieved I don’t stutter or have a voice crack whilst I speak. ‘Hey, Jimin,’ she replies, our eyes locked together. ‘That’s not what you used to call me,’ I say without thinking, mentally chiding myself for being a dick. ‘It’s what I used to call you when we were around other people,’ she fires back, and I grin at the confrontational glint in her eyes. ‘How have you been, princess? I’ve missed you,’ I say honestly, wondering what her reaction to it will be. She rolls her eyes before raising an eyebrow, replying with, ‘I really doubt that, Jimin. Did you even have enough time in your… busy schedule to miss me?’ ‘Now, babe, don’t get jealous. You know that when I was with you, I was with only you, no one else. So, don’t act like the scorned woman,’ I tease, running a hand through my hair, knowing the effect it used to have on her, and celebrating when I see her swallow, rolling her eyes again. ‘What a privilege,’ she says, sarcasm dripping from her words, and I shake my head. ‘Look how you treat me. After everything we went through together,’ I say, and she raises an eyebrow. ‘The only thing we went through together was a jumbo pack of condoms,’ she replies, the joke catching me off-guard, and I burst out laughing, getting a dirty look from the librarian. ‘I forgot how funny you are, babe,’ I say, and I revel in the way she fights the smile off her face.

‘Listen, don’t be mad at me for moving on. As much as I hate to bring it up, you’re the one that ended things with me, though only God knows why. We were good together, right?’ I say, and my heart jumps when she nods. ‘So why did you end it?’ I ask the question I’ve wanted to know the answer to for two years, and she sighs. ‘Do you really wanna know, Chim?’ she asks softly, the nickname making me melt, and I nod. ‘Because I started to catch feelings for you,’ she admits, desperate not to show the way my heart and mind are reacting to her words. ‘And?’ I ask after a few moments, wanting to kick myself for sounding like such a douche. ‘Two reasons. One, I’d just gotten out of a relationship, and wasn’t looking to get into another one. Two, you weren’t, and still aren’t, the type of guy to even want a relationship, so there was no point continuing what we had, because I would’ve fallen for you more and more, and it wouldn’t have gone anywhere,’ she says, and I feel my heart hurt at hearing what she thinks of me. ‘Because you know me so well?’ I ask with a raised eyebrow, and she nods, a coy smile on her face. ‘I knew you better than you thought I did,’ she claims, and I nod, trying not to scream at myself for missing that opportunity two years ago.

‘Well, what do you say we give us a go again, y/n?’ I ask, because I can’t let this chance pass me by, and she coughs violently. Not a good sign. ‘What, like… do what we used to do?’ she says, visibly shocked at my suggestion, and I nod, smiling at how flustered she is, running a hand through my hair to try to calm myself. ‘Obviously. Not a relationship, you said it yourself, you know I’m not that guy. Unless you’re gonna go catching feelings again,’ I tease, and she scoffs at me. ‘Don’t flatter yourself. I’ve matured. Just as much as you’ve become more of a douche,’ she jokes, and I clutch at my chest. ‘Ouch, princess, you really know how to hurt me, huh?’ I reply, and she sticks her tongue out adorably. ‘Thanks for trying to pimp yourself out to me, Jimin, but no, thank you. I’ve passed that stage in my life,’ she says in a false snooty voice, and I pull a face at her. ‘Come on, princess, for old times’ sake. Just one more time. Then I’ll leave you alone,’ I say, slightly embarrassed at how desperate I must seem, and she shakes her head. ‘Can’t you go ask some naïve freshman who doesn’t know you well and will think she’s ‘oh-so special’?’ she says, and I burst out laughing at the bit of spite in her tone. ‘Princess, you were the naïve freshman at one point, remember?’ I joke. ‘We were sophomores,’ she points out. ‘Regardless. Nothing like a one-last-time fuck, huh?’ I say, and she doesn’t react to my words. Disappointing.

‘Go ask someone else, Jimin,’ she says, turning away from me, and my heart hurts a little. ‘Don’t you understand, y/n? I’m asking you because I want it to be you. I don’t just want any old sex, I want good sex, and, as much as this is majorly wounding my pride to admit this to you, you are the best I’ve had,’ I say shamelessly, and her eyes widen. ‘Seriously? I’m the best? Out of like the other 200 girls you’ve fucked?’ ‘Hey! Don’t downplay me, more like 300,’ I joke, and she holds back a laugh. ‘You’re probably a walking STD,’ she says with a shake of her head, and I let out a small laugh. ‘Fine, y/n, but you have my number still, right? You know where I am if you need me,’ I says, getting up. But I hesitate before leaving. ‘I really did mean it when I said I missed you, princess,’ I say softly, our eyes locked together as I run a hand through my hair in embarrassment, and she looks away. I leave without waiting for a reply, returning to teasing from the boys at failing. But in my head, I haven’t failed. If I know her as well as I think I do – or used to – she’ll text me tonight.

So when the clock reaches nine and I realise it’s probably a bit too late for her to call me, thinking she might have a lecture in the morning, I feel like a bit of an idiot. I guess I don’t – or didn’t – know her as well as I thought. But then, around half an hour later, whilst I’m lying on my bed, about to start… entertaining myself to the thought of her (yeah, I know, I’m sad) and my phone pings with a text, I practically leap at it. And it takes me a few seconds to register that it’s from her. ‘you know my address. get here asap x’. I leap off the bed, pulling on my jacket as I type a reply, waiting a minute before sending it. ‘knew you’d change your mind. omw princess x’. I race out of the house, avoiding any of the other boys, and drive at dangerous speeds over to her accommodation, nearly running an old man over on my way. Then it takes me a while to find somewhere to park, so I bump it up on a curb, and sprint into her building, taking the stairs two at a time. I pause for a few seconds outside her door to get my breath back before knocking. I know she won’t answer after the first knock, so I wait a little while before knocking again. I hear footsteps on the other side of the door and then she pulls it open. All I can see through the small gap is her face, our eyes locking instantly. ‘I hate it when you leave me waiting. I nearly ran a guy over driving here, and this is what I get in return?’ I say, my voice naturally lowering when I’m in this state. She opens the door, stepping aside to let me in, and I nearly go lightheaded at the sight of her. ‘Wow,’ I say, freezing in the doorway as my eyes trawl over her body, ‘all this for me, princess?’ She smiles coyly, tucking her hair behind her ear, and I wonder what I must have done in a previous life to be able to have sex with this girl. ‘All for you, Jimin,’ she replies, the way my name rolls off her tongue making me half-hard, and I shut the door behind him.

I have to restrain myself from leaping on her, gripping her waist between my hands and pressing my lips to the soft skin of her exposed neck. ‘Now, now, princess, that’s not what you call me when we’re alone, is it?’ I say, and she trembles in my arms. ‘No, daddy,’ she whispers, and my breath comes out shaky at the sound of it, making sure to leave a mark beneath her jaw before I speak. ‘Fuck, it’s been so long,’ I whisper, pulling her up from her thighs. She jumps up, wrapping her legs around my waist, and I carry her towards where I know her bedroom is, my lips still marking up her neck. I kick the door open, feeling her jump in my arms, and laughs gently at how easy it is to scare her. I throw her down onto the bed and climb over her, unable to stop myself from staring down at her. ‘God, I’ve missed you,’ I allow myself to admit before pressing my lips to hers, our bodies fitting together perfectly.

I part my lips, and she follows suit as she always used to, allowing me to slide my tongue into her mouth, taking in the taste of her, the memories of long nights spent together rushing back. I can’t stop myself from feeling her body, my hand tracing the curves of her waist, hip and thigh, her hands gripping onto the leather of my jacket before sliding into my hair, sending soft waves of pleasure through me, waves that spread from her fingertips. The kiss becomes more and more heated and I can’t tear my mind away from how much I’ve missed this, kissing her, touching her, feeling her. Her. She pulls on my bottom lip before licking a stripe across it and I groan, rolling us over so she lies atop me, the weight of her so comfortable and familiar. Like this, both of my hands can roam the expanses of her body, the curve of her ass and hips, the dip of her back and waist. Her hands rest on either side of my face, her hair tickling my face, the smell of her shampoo flooding my senses. ‘Princess,’ I say against her lips, and she pulls away by a millimetre. ‘As much as I’m enjoying catching up, I’m getting impatient,’ I say, trying not to cringe at how much of a dick I sound like, before grinding up against her, my hard-on against her stomach, and she whimpers in my ear, the sound heavenly. ‘You like the feel of that, princess? I’m so hard, just for you,’ I whisper, grinding against her again, and I feel her hand palm me through my jeans. I slap her hand away, her eyes wide and innocent.

‘Off,’ I instruct, and she practically jumps off me, her eyes trained on me as I move to sit at the edge of the bed, my feet firm on her carpeted floor. I pat my lap, and she pouts at me. ‘Why, daddy? Haven’t I been a good girl?’ she asks, and my dick twitches as she speaks. I try to cover up my arousal with a harsh laugh, and I pat my lap again. She reluctantly lays herself across my lap, her ass right in front of my face. ‘Good girl? You think you’ve been a good girl?’ I demand, seeing her nod, and I land a hard slap against her ass. ‘That is for not replying to any of my texts or calls,’ I spit out, before slapping her ass again, revelling in the way it jiggles under my hand, her ass already beginning to redden. ‘That is for avoiding me around campus and at parties,’ I say, finally being able to let her know how hurt I was at her actions over the past couple years. I spot a dark patch on her panties and feel a smirk break across my lips in satisfaction. I’ll never be able to understand my ability to get such a strong, intimidating and beautiful girl bent across my lap taking as many slaps on her ass as I want. ‘That is for flirting with all my friends at said parties, where you knew I could see you.’ The slap I give her is so hard, she lurches forward on my lap, almost evoking my pity. Almost. ‘That is for giving Jungkook, Namjoon and Yoongi your number.’ ‘Namjoon already had my number!’ she exclaims, giving me an excuse to give her an even harder slap. I want bruises the shape of my hand on her ass tomorrow. ‘You never know when to keep your mouth shut, princess,’ I say, landing another slap on her ass, enjoying her silence. ‘And that one is for how you’ve gotten even sexier over the past two years,’ I say gently, pulling her up of my lap and laying her down onto the bed.

I hover over her, spotting the tears that have spilled down her cheeks, and I kiss them away, the sight of them making my heart hurt. ‘You are a good girl for me, princess. You always take your punishments so well. I just missed leaving bruises on this perfect ass,’ I say, lips still pressed to her cheek, and I feel her smile at my words. ‘Thank you, daddy,’ she whispers, her words making me tense, my heart melting. ‘Such a good girl. My princess deserves a reward, right? You deserve a reward, don’t you, baby girl?’ I ask, and she nods, biting on her bottom lip. I duck my head, pressing my lips to her jaw and slowly trail down her neck to her collarbones, wanting to leave marks all over her. When I reach her bra, I breathe out deeply. ‘You look so sexy in this,’ I say, looking up at her. ‘Don’t rip it off, please, daddy, it was expensive,’ she whispers, and I let out a laugh. ‘I’ll buy you a new one, princess,’ I say, and she pouts down at me. ‘Fine,’ I huff with fake annoyance, snaking my hands under her torso and unclipping her bra, pulling it off her and throwing it over my shoulder. She shivers, and I see her nipples already hardening. I let out another deep breath, and she whimpers when my breath hits her chest. I grin at her reaction before ducking my head to wrap my lips around one of her nipples, my fingers tugging and toying with the other one, listening to her gentle whines. She winds her fingers into my hair, her long nails against my scalp like heaven, and I move to mouth her other nipple. The anticipation of making her scream my name again gets too much so I start to press kisses down her stomach until I reach the hem of her pants. I pull them down her legs with a roll of my eyes, throwing them to join her bra, leaving her body bare underneath me. ‘So fucking beautiful,’ I say without even meaning to, spreading her legs apart.

The sight of her glistening core makes my head light and my dick twitch again, y/n being the only girl to ever do that to me. ‘God, I forgot how wet you get. Has anyone else managed to get you this wet, princess?’ I ask, hands on her waist, and I’m met with silence. ‘I asked you a question, princess. Has anyone else gotten you this wet?’ I ask again through gritted teeth, digging my fingers into her waist. ‘No, daddy, only you,’ she says, and I grin before blowing out hot air over her core, hearing a small whimper from her. ‘Please, daddy,’ she says, and I nearly cum in my pants. ‘So needy, princess,’ I tease to distract myself from how turned on I am at her, before licking a stripe up her slit. The taste of her brings back such a strong wave of nostalgia and it’s a taste I’ve missed an embarrassing amount. ‘Tastes so good, princess,’ I praise as she lets out a small moan, legs already beginning to writhe on either side of me. I eat her out like I haven’t eaten well for years (and in a way I haven’t; it’s been two years since I’ve tasted y/n) and she doesn’t stop moving for a second, her back arching up off the bed. ‘Stay still, princess,’ I warn, holding one arm over her hips to keep her back against the bed. I try to work a finger into her tight hole, her clenching not making it easy for me at all. ‘So tight, baby girl, am I not turning you on enough?’ I tease, and she moans as I push another finger in, trying to stretch her out a little more. ‘I’m not gonna get my cock in at this rate, princess,’ I say, my lips still wrapped around her clit, pumping my two fingers in and out of her slowly.

I slowly increase my pace, adding another finger after a couple minutes, and I know her orgasm’s building up, moans falling from her lips more and more frequently. I try even more to get her off, licking up and down her slit, pulling on her clit with my lips as my fingers pump in and out of her at a furious pace. Her fingers are wound into my hair, and I can feel her tugging me closer and closer to her core. I curl my fingers inside her, knowing I’ve hit her spot when she lets out a loud whine. ‘Shit, Jimin, right there,’ she moans, and I freeze at her use of my name. She looks down at me with fear in her eyes, and I try to cover up how turned on her moan of my name made me by acting angry. ‘What did you call me, princess?’ I ask, and her pout makes my heart jump. ‘Sorry, daddy, I forgot. It just felt so good,’ she replies gently, and I can’t help but smile at her. ‘It’s okay, baby girl, you can say my name if you want,’ I reply before going back to what I was doing. I eat her out like there’s no tomorrow, the taste of her making me feel intoxicated and her moans making my hard-on painful. ‘Come on, princess, you’re so close,’ I whisper before pulling on her clit as I curl my fingers, knowing she’ll reach her high. And she does, her cry of ‘Fuck, Jimin!’ making me smirk as I help her ride out her orgasm, her back arched up off the bed again.

I clean her up once she’s come down from her high, her gentle panting adorable, before I get up and stand beside the bed. I hold my fingers out to her and she wraps her mouth around them, licking my fingers clean of her release. I slip off my shoes and socks as she gets her breath back, and I can’t help but watch her fondly. She pushes herself up onto her knees as I shrug off my jacket. I pull my t-shirt over my head and throw it to join her underwear across the room as she unbuttons my jeans, pushing them down my legs. I’m left in my black boxers, my boner straining against the material, watching as she runs her hands over my chest. I hope she’s noticed that I’m more toned than I used to be. She starts to leave a mark on my collarbone, fingers threading into the hair at the nape of my neck. ‘Princess, as much as I’m enjoying this, I really need you,’ I say, surprised at how out of breath I sound, and she pulls away from me. ‘Okay, daddy,’ she replies, pulling my boxers down so my hard length springs up against my stomach. She leans down and presses a kiss to the tip before licking up the precum, my breath shaky. She spits on her hands, running them up and down my length, and I gather up her hair in a makeshift ponytail. She licks up my cock along the vein, starting at the base, and I tense up completely, knowing I’m about to get a blowjob better than any I’ve had in the past couple years. She takes the head of my cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around me, and I have to bite my tongue to stop the moans. She looks up at me through her long curling lashes as she sinks further down onto my length, and then I feel my head hit the back of her throat. I can’t stop myself from throwing my head back and letting out a gentle moan at how good her mouth feels.

She slowly builds up her pace, her head bobbing up and down on my dick, as she takes me as far as she can. ‘Fuck, princess, your mouth feels so good around my cock,’ I groan, looking down at her to see saliva dripping down her chin and her eyes bright with tears. I can sense that she’s about to take me further down her throat and it turns me on so much that I can’t help but thrust into her mouth. She doesn’t make any complaints, so I continue, holding her head using her hair and thrusting into her mouth as I wish, hitting the back of her throat each time. She grabs onto the backs of my thighs as I fuck her mouth, the sight turning me on so much that I near my high very quickly. ‘Ah, you’re such a good girl, princess. You make daddy feel so good, y/n. Taking my cock so well,’ I groan, and she lets out a moan, the sound making my go even faster. I look down to see tears streaming down her face, saliva dripping down her neck and chest, and my thrusts start to become messier at the sight. I can’t stop the moans of her name falling from my mouth and I finally cum with a loud moan of her name, thrusting through my orgasm.

I pull out of her mouth when I’m done, and the sight of her now makes my dick twitch again (honestly, my dick doesn’t twitch easily, but with y/n… it’s like it can’t sit still). Her hair’s tangled wildly, tears streaming from her eyes ceaselessly, her spit and my cum dripping down her chin and neck, and her fingers rubbing at herself slowly. She swallows down my cum as I collect up what’s on her face and neck, pushing my fingers between her lips. She licks them clean again, continuing to rub at herself, and she lets out a moan. ‘Already turned on, princess? You only orgasmed a few minutes ago! You always have been a greedy girl,’ I say, moving her pillows out of the way and sitting at the top of her bed, my back against the headboard. I pull her towards me, and she tries to straddle me. I shake my head with a laugh and lift her up to put her down on my thigh, holding onto her waist. ‘You want me to ride your thigh, daddy?’ she breathes out, and I nod with a groan, leaning forward to kiss her. I can taste my own cum from her mouth, our tongues and teeth clashing as I give her ass a light slap before gripping it tightly. I flex my thigh and she predictably moans into my mouth, making me grin.

I pull away and she begins grinding down onto my thigh, holding onto my shoulders, and I start to lick and suck on her nipples again. After a while, we both realise that she’s stopped and I flex my thigh again. ‘Jimin!’ she cries out, her head falling back, and I smirk. ‘Move, princess,’ I command, and she rocks down onto my bare thigh, my eyes locked onto the beautiful sight before me. ‘God, I can feel how wet you are. Gushing all over my thigh, princess. Such a dirty girl,’ I whisper, eyes on her as she grinds against me. I grab her waist, making her increase her pace, and she moans out my name, eyes screwed shut. ‘Look at you, grinding on my thigh like that, so beautiful,’ I groan out, so smug at seeing the most beautiful girl in the world slowly coming apart on my thigh. ‘Fuck, Jimin, you feel so good, daddy,’ she moans, my thigh practically coated in her slick. ‘Be a good girl, y/n, work hard on daddy’s thigh, and I might just fuck you senseless afterwards,’ I whisper, already hard, and she swipes a finger across my tip to collect up the precum. The action catches me off-guard and let out a moan of her name, my head falling back and my entire body tensing, the movement making her moan out my name. ‘Come on, princess, I know you’re near,’ I urge, flexing and bucking up my thigh, moans falling from her lips in rapid succession. She finally reaches her climax, her back arching before she falls forward, her head buried in my neck, the scent of her so overwhelming that I can’t help but close my eyes and deeply inhale. I continue rocking her on my thigh to ride her through her high, and her breath against the skin of my neck does more to me than it should.

‘I don’t think there’s anything more beautiful than the sight of you cumming on my thigh, princess. I wish I could imprint it in my mind,’ I breathe out, lifting her off my thigh and laying her down on the bed. ‘Do you still keep your condoms in the same place?’ I ask, looking over to her bedside table. ‘I’m on the pill,’ she says, and I raise an eyebrow. She always wanted us to go raw, and I can never bring myself to do it, not wanting to risk her getting pregnant. ‘You’ve always been on the pill. Doesn’t mean we shouldn’t take precautions. I don’t want you pregnant,’ I say, and she rolls her eyes. ‘Yes, I keep them in the same place,’ she says, and I grin, reaching over to the drawer and getting one out. I hand it to her, shutting the drawer as she rips it open, sliding it onto my hard dick gently, and I can’t help but hiss at the feeling. ‘Ready?’ I ask as she wraps her legs around my waist and nods, ‘Yes, daddy.’ I plunge into her straightaway, unable to restrain myself, filling her up all the way, and her head falls back onto the pillow, my head resting on her shoulder. ‘Fuck, you’re so tight, princess, why don’t you ever loosen up? I won’t be able to last long,’ I groan, and she doesn’t reply. She never does this early on because she always takes a little while to adjust. ‘Can I move?’ I ask. ‘Please, daddy,’ she moans, and I pull all the way out before slamming all the way back in, hips snapping up to meet hers. ‘Fuck, daddy, you feel so good,’ she moans out, and I groan, setting a steady pace. ‘Deeper, Jimin, harder,’ she moans and, after a few more thrusts, I get impatient and unhook one of her legs from my waist, moving it to stretch over my shoulder instead, before slamming into her even harder. ‘Daddy, oh, god, yes!’ she screams, reminding me of how vocal she always is, and I go deep as possible, filling her up completely. ‘Yes, Jimin, fuck, feels so good!’ she cries out as I reach down to rub at her clit, wanting nothing more than to see her cum around me right now. I’m holding on as best as I can, wanting her to cum before I do, though it’s difficult. When I see her at a party, I nearly get hard, so how am I supposed to hold on whilst buried balls deep in her with her moaning my name? ‘That’s it, princess, scream my name. Let everyone know who’s making you feel so good,’ I say, my words interrupted by grunts and groans as I thrust into her as fast as I can, rubbing furiously at her clit. ‘Jimin, fuck!’ she screams out, the sight of her convulsing underneath me and the feeling of her clenching around me bringing me to my high too. ‘Ah, fuck, princess, I’m gonna cum, fuck!’ I moan, my thrusts uneven and erratic as I cum into the condom, my fingers still working at her clit to ride her through her high. ‘Stop, Jimin,’ she says after a few seconds, slapping my hand away from overstimulation.

I slowly pull out of her, standing up and pulling off the condom, throwing it into the bin in the corner of her room. She gets up from the bed slowly, wordlessly walking to her bathroom to wee so she doesn’t get a UTI. I laugh to myself at the thought; she’s the only girl our age I know who actually cares about her sexual health. I look around the room properly for the first time; it’s so weird to be back here, back in the place I used to spend countless nights in. It looks pretty much the same, just with different bedding and her desk is organised differently. I spot my clothes and sigh to myself; I should probably get changed, it’s not likely that she’ll want me to stay. She made her feelings towards me very clear in the library earlier and it’s obvious that this was just for the sex. I pull my boxers back on and I’m pulling my jeans up my legs when y/n comes back in. She’s run her hands through her hair so it looks a little less wild, and her face and body is clean of all substances that I left on her. She’s also cleaned off her makeup, her face bare and glowing. She’s so beautiful it makes my heart leap. ‘What are you doing?’ she asks, and I look at her in confusion, wondering if I’m maybe fucked her a little too hard this time. ‘Um, I’m getting dressed,’ I reply, and she frowns. ‘I know that, I mean why,’ she replies impatiently, making me even more confused. ‘So I don’t show up to the frat house naked,’ I say in the same tone, and she rolls her eyes. ‘Stay the night. It’s late, why would you go home now?’ she asks, and her words shock me, painting a grin on my face. ‘You sure, princess?’ I ask, and she nods exasperatedly. ‘Don’t make me regret offering,’ she replies, picking up my t-shirt from the floor and pulling it on. I sneak a look at the clock on her wall as I take off my jeans, the time reading 11.08. It’s not that late, but I won’t point that out. I jump into her bed as she pulls a fresh pair of pants on. I smile at her when she turns around, admiring her in my clothes. ‘You look so good in that shirt,’ I say as she gets into the bed beside me, taking a sip from a water bottle on her windowsill. ‘How do you want me?’ she asks, and I smirk at her. ‘Another round already, princess?’ I ask, and she sighs tiredly. ‘You know what I mean,’ she says, and I laugh. ‘I wanna spoon you,’ I say without a shred of shame, and she turns away from me, lying down. I lie down beside her, sliding my arms around her waist and pulling her closer to me, her back pressed against my front and her head beneath my chin. ‘Goodnight, princess,’ I say, supressing a yawn, knowing I’m about to have the best sleep I’ve had in a couple years, always sleeping well when I’m with her. ‘Goodnight, Jimin,’ she replies sleepily, snuggling into my arms, and I feel like the luckiest guy in the world, drifting off to sleep with y/n in my arms. 

When I wake up, I’m lying on my back and y/n’s head and hand are resting on my chest, her entire body curved into mine with one of my arms holding her close. I lie there for a while, just looking down at her face, her features softened with slumber. After a few minutes though, I become uncomfortable and I don’t want to wake her up so I carefully move her off me, climbing out of the warm bed. I stretch, heading out of her room and into the living room, where her roommate sits on the sofa. ‘Hey,’ I say, frozen mid-stretch as we make eye contact. ‘Hey. Good night’s sleep?’ Mija asks amusedly, an empty mug sat on the coffee table and a book in her hands. ‘Yeah, great,’ I grin, and she rolls her eyes. ‘Listen, Park. If you two start doing this thing again, you better not hurt her, okay? I swear to god, if you hurt her, I’ll murder you,’ she says, and I nod, slightly taken aback. ‘I won’t hurt her,’ I reply, and she shakes her head. ‘Don’t make promises you can’t keep,’ she says, getting up. ‘I’ll keep the promise,’ I say, and she regards me thoughtfully. ‘I don’t think you will, but I’d like it if you prove me wrong,’ she says, walking towards me. She stops with just a few inches between us, and I can see what Tae sees in her. ‘I know her, and I know she’ll fall for you again, because that’s just the way she is. You either commit to her or you don’t do this at all. She’s not some entertainment, okay? If you like her, then cuff her. If you don’t, then don’t waste her time,’ she says. ‘I do like her,’ I say, surprising myself. ‘Good. So you better start actually dating her then. Not just sex,’ she says, and I nod. To be truthful, y/n’s the only girl I’ve ever met who I’ve liked. Maybe I could give a relationship a go with her. ‘I’m going to my lecture now and you are going to stay, make her breakfast and not tell her about this conversation. As far as she’s aware, we haven’t spoken since the last time you two… did your thing. Understand?’ she says, and I nod, not quite knowing what else to say. ‘Good. I’m sure I’ll be seeing you around,’ she says and scoops her handbag from beside the door, leaving without another word.

I head into the kitchen, Mija’s words still echoing in my mind as I root around their cupboards to look for something to make y/n for breakfast. Mija’s right; it’d be wrong for me to just sleep with her knowing that she’ll catch feelings again. But it’s not like I don’t want to date her. I had the biggest crush on her ever when we were sleeping together last time but… too many things got in the way of me asking her out. Hopefully this time I can rectify that mistake; it’s obvious my feelings haven’t gone away, and I just hope hers haven’t either. I gather together the things to make pancakes like Jin hyung taught me a couple weeks ago and start to mix up the batter, hoping I don’t fuck it up like I fuck everything else up. When I’m mixing the last ingredient in, y/n steps into the room. I look up at her, dressed in my t-shirt, hair a little bit of a mess, eyes still squinty from sleep, and I grin widely, the little smile she gives me back making my heart contract.

‘Morning, princess,’ I say as she walks towards me, and tap my cheek for a kiss. ‘Morning, babe,’ she replies, the pet name making my heart jump as she gets up on her tiptoes and presses a soft kiss to my cheek. ‘How long have you been awake?’ she asks, her voice slightly huskier than normal, and she moves behind me, snaking her arms around my waist and resting her head on my back. ‘Not long. Thought I’d make a bit of breakfast,’ I reply, her hands on me making me lose my focus a little bit. ‘What time is it?’ she asks, and I can feel the vibrations of her words against my back. ‘It’s nearly half past eleven. You didn’t have a morning lecture, did you?’ I ask for decoration, knowing Mija would have told me if she had. ‘Nuh-uh,’ she replies, as I look at what’s in front of me, realising I forgot to put the butter in. I start to walk towards the fridge, practically having the waddle due to y/n being attached to my back, shuffling along behind me. ‘You’re so clingy in the morning. I thought you maybe you’d changed but you’re still the exact same,’ I laugh, and she nuzzles even further into my back. I can’t focus properly with her holding onto me like this, accidently picking up their cheese instead of the butter, and I have to say something. ‘Princess, can we cuddle after I’ve made breakfast? You’re making it a little hard to cook,’ I say, and she whines behind me, not letting go. I have to detach her from me, and when I turn around, she’s pouting. ‘Go find something to watch on the TV and I’ll be done in, like, fifteen minutes,’ I say, and she frowns, stomping off into the living room. I laugh to myself as I finish off the batter and then pour it into the pan bit by bit, making six pancakes in total three each. I pile them onto the plate and then search for syrup, cream and strawberries like how Jin hyung does them. I do it as best as I can but the cream splatters a bit, I cut the strawberries uneven by accident and put on way too much syrup. I’ve already taken quite a while so I just take them into the living room as they are. ‘What did you make?’ she asks, and I grin as she gets comfy. ‘Pancakes,’ I reply, handing her the better plate. She smiles at me and I watch as she takes a bite. ‘So?’ I ask, waiting eagerly for her answer. ‘Really good,’ she says, and I can’t help but grin, proud of myself. ‘Jin hyung taught me how to make them,’ I say, starting on my own plate.

We eat in a comfortable silence, watching the film she’s chosen (Snow White and the Seven Dwarves). Once we’re both done, she takes our plates into the kitchen and washes up, presumably washing up the other dishes too because it takes her a while. I go into the bedroom while she’s gone and get my phone, bringing it back into the living room with a load of blankets too. I get comfortable and check my phone, seeing a text from Tae, asking where I am. I give him the same answer I’ve been giving a lot recently, though it’s a lie this time, typing out nothing more than ‘with Jeongyeon’ and sending it. She walks in a couple minutes later, and I smirk up at her. ‘You look so good in my clothes, princess,’ I say, making some space for her beside me. She throws herself down and I instantly pull her towards me, my arm around her waist. It feels so comfortable to sit here with her like this, cuddled up watching Disney films like a proper couple. The domesticity is a nice change from anything else I’ve experienced in the past couple years, and I could definitely get used to it.

‘You coming to the frat party?’ I ask, hoping she will so she can sleep over. ‘I didn’t know you were having on,’ she replies coyly, and I rest my head on top of hers. ‘Well, now you do,’ I say, waiting for her answer. ‘I’m not invited,’ she says pointedly, and I grin to myself. ‘Well, that’s why I’m inviting you now. I want you there,’ I reply, feeling her grin now, and I supress a laugh. ‘I’ve got exams next week,’ she replies. ‘What’s that got to do with our party?’ I ask, and she rolls her eyes. ‘I need to study,’ she replies. ‘Okay, A) no, you don’t, and B) if you want to study, do it tomorrow, or during the week next week,’ I say, and she sighs. ‘Come on, princess. You can be my date,’ I push, and I feel her tense up, moving away to look at me. ‘Your date? Did the infamous Park Jimin really just ask me to be his date? When there’s gonna be so many ‘hot chicks’ whose pants you can try to get into?’ she says sarcastically, and I roll my eyes, amused. ‘Infamous? And also, for the record, I’ve never said ‘hot chicks’ in my entire life,’ I say, wondering if maybe I’ve come on a little too strong. ‘The point still stands.’ ‘Yeah, and my point about wanting you as my date still stands. We haven’t spent time together for so long, it’ll be nice to hang out together in a party environment,’ I say, backtracking as best as I can. ‘As opposed to this environment?’ she asks, giving me the perfect opportunity. ‘This is nice and all, but it feels too… relationshipy for me. A party’s a different story,’ I say, but when I see the disappointment in her eyes, I want to slap myself. Why would I say that? Now I just seem like a dick. Great one, Park. ‘Okay, I’ll come,’ she says, surprising me, and I grin, glad my words didn’t upset her enough for her to refuse coming. I’ll make it up to her at the party. ‘Good.’

[goldenuwuswriting]

Siren’s Song

A/N: Just in case you haven’t heard this man’s heavenly vocals: A video or two! Also credit to @ncttrinities for feeding into my zero self-control and helping plan this. I might be slightly wh*pped for him.

Pairing: Nakamoto Yuta x Reader

AU: Siren! and College!

Summary: Sirens don’t exist or do they? 

“Sirens were originally Persephone’s three handmaidens. When Hades kidnapped Persephone to be his wife, Demeter gave the handmaidens beautiful golden wings so they could search the earth. They eventually gave up, making Demeter mad and causing her to curse them to an island.” Professor Nakamoto lectures alongside the powerpoint made by his TA, Johnny. You took this Greek Mythology 101 class for the easy A or so you thought. Professor Nakamoto grades based on how much effort you put into the assignment and how much you participate in class. 

“Time’s almost up for today, so your assignment for this week is to write your own siren myth.” The professor always had assignments like that. You thought that he set the class up like that to see how much the students retained from his lectures, but little did you know that he was hiding a big secret.

Professor Yuta Nakamoto was a siren and trying to teach that sirens don’t exist. The curse was just that in his opinion. The man literally looks like a god and could have been an Idol but had decided to teach to protect his secret. Johnny, his TA, came from America and was just as handsome as Yuta. Johnny was older than Yuta, but messed around and never graduated college and was the only one in the history department who knew Yuta’s secret. 

You, on the other hand, were halfway through a Master’s degree in History. You were trying to take all of the credit hours you could, just to graduate early and start your life. Midterms were a few months away, so you had to make at least an  A on them to give you a little wiggle room for the finals.

Johnny, being the greatest TA bless him (bless me achoo), hosts a study group and has office hours in Professor Nakamoto’s office before and after class almost every time. 

You had a question over the study guide that Johnny had handed out, so naturally you went to office hours to ask before heading to your next class. There was something magical about the voice you heard coming from Yuta’s office. It was so pretty and drew you in. Your feet kept moving towards the door, as if they weren’t controlled by your brain. You reached out for the door handle and turned it. Something compelled you to keep walking into the office, where Professor Nakamoto was sitting in his chair and singing under his breath. 

Yuta was shocked. You weren’t supposed to hear his ‘true’ voice. He quickly cleared his throat and asked you what you needed. You were frozen for a minute, as all of the gears in your brain started to move again, you remembered why you were there. 

“I have a question on the study guide that Johnny made. Do you know where he is?” 

“I don’t know where he is, but I could probably help you since I am the professor.” 

You wanted to laugh at yourself for being such an idiot. “The question asks for the differences between harpies and sirens. Is it for the modern idea of sirens or the original idea of them?” 

Yuta looked at you confused, shouldn’t you be questioning him on the fact that he is a siren (the answer is yes but you are too tired to realize it).  He looked at you for a moment before answering, giving you his perfect, healing smile. “Its for the modern idea of sirens, Y/N. You’re the only student who caught that.” 

“Alright, thank you and see you in class.” You took off towards your next class, mind still piecing everything together. Professor Nakamoto can’t be a siren because they don’t exist, right? Your next class went on for what seemed like hours. 

Yuta was freaking out. He called Johnny, hoping the sentient tree would answer the phone. 

“Hello?” Johnny’s disembodied voice flowed through the phone.

“I, uh, may have done something stupid and exposed myself.” 

“Nakamoto Yuta, What did you do?”

“I may or may not have been singing under my breath and Y/N got captivated with my ‘true’ voice.”

Johnny sighed and Yuta could picture the taller man rolling his eyes.

“You want me to convince them that their mind is playing tricks on them, don’t you?”

Yuta just hummed in response. 

Johnny hung up on him, not before telling him that he should be more careful. 

You were finally dismissed from class. Johnny had texted you and asked if you want to meet up at a café near campus. It was about a 15 minute walk from the building you were at. The only thing in your head was the sound of Yuta’s voice. The voice that mesmerized you, the one that belonged to a forbidden object, and the one you couldn’t have. The more you thought about your professor’s voice, the more it dawned on you that he might be a siren. You walked towards the café, pulling your jacket closer to your body, trying to get as warm as possible while walking into the wind. The fall weather was your favorite, but it still had its downsides. You pushed the door open and took a deep breath, taking in the scent of fresh roasted coffee beans and fresh baked goods. 

Johnny waved you over to the table he was sitting at. Your TA had two cups of coffee in front of him of which he handed you one. You gladly accepted the bean juice and took a sip. The two of you exchanged greetings and talked about random topics. 

“Johnny, how much do you know about Professor Nakamoto?” 

“He’s like my best friend, why?” Johnny was concerned about what you were going to say and it showed.

“I want an honest answer. Is he a siren?” You whispered those sentences. Perhaps you were going crazy with all the credit hours you were taking and the disturbing amount of sleep you were losing due to it. Everything about the professor seemed to match the exact creatures he was teaching about, obviously there were small differences. 

Loud Laughter broke you from your thoughts. “You honestly can’t believe that, Y/N. Sirens don’t exist and he is not one. I think you need to take a break from your course work or take a long nap.” 

“I guess so, but no one should have a voice that pretty.” 

Johnny helped you with a few questions on your study guide before it was time for him to go help Yuta get set up for the Introduction to ancient civilizations class. You decided to head to your dorm and sleep as Johnny suggested. 

The nap was just what you needed. Your roommate woke you up and asked if you had notes from your english class that they could borrow. Your phone’s screen lit up displaying the current time and a message from your best friend, Kun. Kun is the mom friend. He brings you food and takes care of you, so it’s no surprise when he texted you asking where you were and why you weren’t in class today. 

Johnny had met up with Yuta and practically clowned him for letting you catch on. 

“I didn’t know that they was there.” 

“Well, It would take a genius to figure out that students are going to stop in during office hours.”

“If you’re so smart, Johnny, then why aren’t you a professor?” Yuta was becoming dramatic. He picked this habit up from a few of the freshman students. The students called themselves the dream team. 

You weren’t prepared for class on Monday, knowing that you had to take the chapter test. Johnny had warned you that the professor had a project planned but he was picking the partners. You asked him to put in a good word for you, so that you would hopefully get paired with Dong Sicheng, who goes by WinWin and happens to be the professor’s favorite. WinWin was a cutie and very babie so you understood why he was the favorite. A plus to working with WinWin is that he was friends with Kun as well, so study snacks would be made for you both. 

The test was easy, probably because Johnny had explained everything to you when he asked you to get coffee. Yuta had waited for everyone to turn in the test before explaining the project, which was to come up with and market a product as business entrepreneurs (Johnny’s idea after writing an essay at 3 am and drinking red bull).  He started to call each pair.

“Dong Sicheng and Mark Lee.” There goes your chance at a decent grade, Mark was the only other student who wasn’t a freshman and had a great work ethic.  “Y/L/N Y/N and Huang Renjun.” You have heard that Renjun was a responsible boy who loved art from Kun constantly talking about him and Sicheng. Kun also said that Renjun and his three other friends referred to themselves as the dream team and they did everything together. 

The said boy came up to you and introduced himself and gave you his number. When class ended, you marched up to Johnny.

“I thought I asked you to make sure I was partnered with Sicheng.”

“I tried. Professor said no multiple times.” Johnny was trying not to smile at the memory of teasing Yuta. 

“What would he say if I ask him? I really don’t want to work with a member of the self-proclaimed ‘dream team’.” 

“He would most likely say no and to get over it, but you can try. He’s in his office.”

Johnny was sending you to war with a dangerous (read: Soft) enemy. Johnny immediately texted Yuta a heads up after you stormed out of the classroom. Yuta had anticipated someone was going to be upset at the partner choices, he just didn’t think that it was going to be you. 

You furiously rapped on the door to Yuta’s office and waited for him to tell you to enter.

“Y/N, what can I do for you?” The male had asked in a sing- song tone. The cadence of his voice quickly quelled your anger. 

“I wanted to know if I could switch Renjun for either Mark or Sicheng.” You smiled at him, silently praying to whatever gods or goddesses existed that he says yes. 

“I’m sorry, but partner pairings are final unless one partner is doing more work than the other.” 

You exited the office in a slightly better mood than before,  which Johnny noticed when he passed you in the hall. 

“Yuta, was Y/N just here?” 

He nodded.

“They were furious after you assigned partners and then is suddenly in a better mood after talking to you. What happened?”

“We had a great conversation, that’s all.” 

Johnny shot him a look that conveyed his thoughts. Yuta was slightly annoyed that the elder could read him that well. 

“I just charmed them a little. Y/N might be short but They’re kind of scary.”  

“I know, but we’ve had this discussion. What happens when they figure out that you are in fact a siren. Y/n already asked me if you were.”

Yuta knew that Johnny was right. He should probably stop while he was ahead. You were too pretty to die and he really didn’t want to move again. 

You messaged Renjun and asked him to meet you at Kun’s after okaying it with him. Kun was already working on snacks for the three of you. Three hours later and Renjun never showed up, Kun tried calling him but the boy never answered and Kun knew the boy didn’t have class until tomorrow. You already texted Johnny and told him what happened and that Renjun hasn’t shown up. You made sure to ask where the professor was, hoping that this would get you a new partner. Your favorite and only teaching assistant informed you that the was hour left in Yuta’s office hours. The walk from Kun’s dorm to the office to you about thirty minutes compared to the usual hour. The anger boiling in your system at the freshman kept you warm and was what caused you to practically slam the office door open. 

The Japanese man had heard angry footsteps coming down the hall, so he started to sing in order to calm the anger. It worked after a while and you could feel the anger melt away as waves of relief washed over you. The song continued and something about it compelled you to start walking towards your professor. You closed the distance between your lips and Yuta’s. The kisses were filled with passion and need. 

“Get a room!”  

That phrase startled you. Yuta grabbed your waist, not ready to let you leave, and looked at the source of the interruption. Johnny was standing at the door, rolling his eyes. You didn’t even notice the glare that Yuta shot him.

“Get Out, Johnny. Office hours are over.”  (WiNk WoNk)

[ot7always]

A longer-than-I-intended writing update!

Since I haven’t given any updates besides a bit of anger and frustration at my laptop a few days ago, I figured I would give this tiny little update into what I’m up to.

Fractured

I’m currently working away at Fractured pt 3, which I would say is currently about 50-70% done depending on how I end up writing the next few scenes. I’m not very good at estimating length until I’m closer to done, so the range is pretty wide there.

I’m trying to give myself a bit more leeway in writing because I pushed myself so hard writing Quarantined Roommates. As much as I absolutely loved writing that piece, it was quite tiring to push myself to write at least 1k every night - and by every night I mean EVERY night until it was done. 

My daily goal for writing this next chapter of Fractured has been 1k/day, but I’m reducing that goal to 500-1k words per day because I feel like my brain deserves a bit of a breather. I’m on summer break, after all. But I’m still chipping away at that chapter every day, so that will be out before long.

My next “big” work...

In terms of other projects, after this chapter of Fractured I think I’ve decided to work on my Namjoon College!AU! If you liked the cute lighthearted vibe of Quarantined Roommates I think you’ll really like what I have planned for this one. With so much negativity in the world right now, I really can’t handle writing more angst on top of what’s in Fractured. Cute, smutty pieces seem to be my jam right now considering my enjoyment writing Roommate!JK, so my next oneshot will be similar in emotion, but of course with a different plot and characterization.

I also have some collabs planned for October/early November! As far away as that sounds, planning these types of things takes quite a while, especially when coordinating with other people. Odds are by the time I’ve finished this next chapter of Fractured as well as the above Namjoon fic, I’ll be fully focused on collabs, and Fractured where time permits. While I can’t reveal much about the collabs yet (whether it’s secret or whether it hasn’t been decided yet), I can say that one will be a Seokjin fluff/smut fic, but VERY different from my existing works.

So what is my posting schedule going to look like?

These estimations are going to be incredibly loose. Besides Fractured pt 3, I really don’t have a real outline for these works, and therefore these timeframes are based on an estimation of how long I think they’re going to be.  

I suspect that the next chapter of Fractured will be up by mid-August.

When I examine the fragmented plot points in my head, something tells me the Namjoon College!AU is going to be ~15-20k+ words. If that’s the case, this probably won’t get posted until mid-September, especially considering I’ll be going back to school full time in September. 

Collab fic #1 will probably be next. I don’t know exactly what this will be so it’s hard to estimate a timeframe, but unless something incredibly detailed comes to me, I doubt this will be more than 10k words. In which case, I can see it being posted in late September or early October. 

Collab fic #2 will be next, and on the bright side I already have this one plotted out loosely, and it will likely be around 5-10k depending on how writing goes. This one has a hard deadline of late October, and I can therefore guarantee this fic for the last weekend of October. Which, oh, would you look at that - is Halloween.

But... where’s Fractured?

As you may or may not have noticed, I haven’t planned for Fractured pt 4 yet. I actually already have very loose ideas of what will take place in part 4, but due to the heavy nature of that series I prefer to break up chapters by working on other projects. In the case of the piece I’m writing between 3 and 4, this is the Namjoon fic. Which, yes, will eat up a lot of my time because it’s gonna be long, but I’m going to write it because I’m excited and have a lot of ideas for it. 

I’ll be writing Fractured part 4 whenever I have the time, but I have to say that I don’t really like having multiple partially written pieces at once. Which means that I will probably be putting all of my energy into those collab fics, and only putting all of my energy into Fractured once time permits. 

I’d love to be able to promise a Fractured update between the other updates, but I don’t want to back myself into an obligation I might not have the time to fulfill once I’m busy with classes and other responsibilities. 

So in short, yes, Fractured MIGHT have a mini-hiatus from mid-August to late-ish-October, but then again, if time allows, I might be able to bust out part 4. Reading week is in October, after all.