#couples who mullet together stay together

[beatleswings]

LINDA and PAUL McCARTNEY. 1973. Photos taken by MICHAEL PUTLAND.

[enhastolemyheart]

SATURDAY BLESSING | s.jy

pairing. boyfriend!jake x reader

genre. est. relationship, fluff

synopsis. being in a long distance relationship is hard. But, all works out in the end knowing your boyfriend Jake will come right back to you.

warning(s). kissing, jake and yn being cute, none really lmao, not proofread

word count. 0.8k

networks. @.hyfenet @k-films @kflixnet

note. hey!! it'd been a while lmao i forgot how to do this format thing 😭😭😭 but nonetheless, i had this sweet idea and hope you guys enjoy!!

banner by @cafekitsune

As you take your regular Saturday stroll through your favorite park nearby your complex, enjoying the fresh air and the calming ambiance. Birds are chirping, the are children running around, people's dogs are chasing squirrels and frisbees, there are the daily fitness people chasing their 10k steps and of course, you cannot miss the lovely elderly couples on their romantic walks.

Growing up in this area for the last thirteen years, this park has been a second home to you. You knew almost everyone here. You watched this park at its highest and lowest. You loved coming here, anytime and any day. One thing that has only enhanced your love for this place is the amount of time you spent here with your boyfriend of 2 years, Jake sim.

You both spend everyday together, but that has come to a temporary end when you both had to long distance. Jake to move to another state to take care of his sick grandmother. He stayed there longer then he'd expected but you knew and had faith that the relationship between you both would only get stronger once you reunite.

As you turn around the corner of the trail, you stop dead in your tracks tracks when a handsome man steps in front of you. Your handsome man. It's your boyfriend Jake, who you hadn't seen in eight months. Your eyes widen and your feet are stuck in place, your breath hitches and tightens. You can feel tears welling in your eyes at the sight of him.

He is so handsome, his hair has grown alot, looking like a mini mullet which looks so good on him. His eyes are just as bright as you seen him last and that adoring smile not wavering for a second. He opens his arms to you, lips in a smirk, "did you miss me, baby?"

His voice. I think my heart just skipped a beat.

That angelic voice was the final recall that he was here, he was finally here in your sight. You run up to him and he wraps his strong arms around your frame, melting in his embrace and basking in his scent. he release a sigh, almost as a sign of content and relief.

He pulls away, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear, lips in a soft smile, "I miss you so much, honey, you have no idea"

"i missed you too Jake, so much,"

And that was it, until he pulls you in for a much needed kiss, his lips in a smile causes yours to smile as well. He holds you very close to him in a gentle but firm grip, not wanting to let go. And you don't want him to, hands on the back of his neck, playing with the grown hair there.

He pulls away, looking into your eyes with full of love, "I love you yn."

you smile ad you kiss his cheek, "And I love you."

As the afternoon turns into evening and the sun slowly sets, You and Jake sit down at one of your favorite spots in the park. You are against a tree, your back warmed up with his chest, arms enveloped around you like a blanket, watching the leaves rustle in the breeze and listening to the birds chirping.

We spend an hour or two just talking, catching up on everything that's happened in the past few months. He tells me that his grandmother is doing much better now and that they hired a woman to take care when his parents cannot. I tell him about my internship at work, it was for the journaling field of a reputed magazine company. We laugh, we tease, and we just enjoy each other's company.

He kisses your temple every so often, and realization dawns upon you that you missed this. You missed this feeling of doing nothing but everything at the same time. You missed his warm hold and his silly, cute laugh, you missed him.

Jake places a kiss on the top of your head before asking you to turn to him, a smile playing on his lips.

"Remember when we first met?" he asks, his eyes twinkling with nostalgia.

You nod, a smile forming on your own lips and you lean the side your face on his shoulder.

"Of course I do," You reply, giggling slightly. "Who could forget meeting the boy of their dreams in a park on a Saturday afternoon?"

Jake laughs, and you share a look of shared understanding. Your time apart may have been long, but our bond feels stronger than ever.

"I love you baby, till death do us apart." Jake says with sincerity.

you smile only widens till your cheeks are hurting, you placed a gently, shaking hand on his cheek and your foreheads meet.

"I love you Jake, till death do us apart."

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[minyard-05]

Can I have some aaron minyard hcs 🥹?

gladly! i'll talk about him any day

post-trial, it's easier to tell him and andrew apart because aaron grows his hair out a bit more, mostly because he hates getting it cut until he learns to do it himself. nicky thinks its great and keeps messing with it until aaron threatens to shave it into a mullet and nicky almost has a heart attack

a few of his non-fox friends are in a band together and one of their shows is the first official date he takes katelyn at the start of their third year

he gestures a lot whilst talking, and wont stop or break his flow if you hand him something so katelyn and some of their other friends started experimenting with how many various objects they could get him to gesture with before he noticed

he doesn't know how to drive and doesn't want to learn (#publictransitking) but katelyn does and he's happy to be a passenger princess

cd collector, thinks vinyl is dumb, has had multiple long conversations about this with matt

the t-shirts he owns consist of three varieties: band shirts, shirts with stupid science references or jokes on them, or plain colors. he's also never wearing just a tshirt and jeans, the dude layers to hell and back he's usually wearing a minimum of 3 layers in the winter, often a tshirt plus a hoodie or flannel plus a jacket

wears katelyn's vixens jacket more than he wears his own foxes jacket, usually because she has it and he lost track of it two months ago

in third year, after the deal is broken, the trial is over, and aaron gets to come out of his shell more, he is first interrogated by the vixens, but after he passes their test, he hangs out with them a lot and becomes the group's token singular guy friend. steps into the role with ENTHUSIASM. is dubbed sk8er boi on the group chat. he rides to away games on their bus with them and the whole squad basically adopts him. like a puppy

after 5 years at palmetto, 5 years of various shenanigans, parties and all kinds of other shit, aaron starts med school having kissed 3 men total. it is your guess as to who they are.

insomniac, absolutely not a pyjama guy, he just falls asleep in whatever he's wearing and gets berated by nicky for sleeping in jeans

drinks coffee black or not at all

CAN play guitar. has stepped in for that band i mentioned earlier exactly once and hasn't performed since. he did enjoy it though and he is decently proficient at guitar. he picked it up in high school because he was able to take lessons an hour before school started, which ended up a perfect excuse to leave the house before tilda was awake, and then not get back until after exy practice. he drops it for a while between high school and palmetto, he doesn't play during the main trilogy taking place, but andrew gets him his first guitar after the trial is over

goes to stay with katelyn's family for the summer before he has to be back in SC for the trial but they leave early because her parents and a couple older relatives don't approve. he calls matt, who agrees to pick him up and take him to stay with randy in NY until the trial. katelyn tries to come with him but he tells her to stay with her family. she meets him in SC when he comes back

oh my god the dude had such an emo phase. he never dyed his hair but he definitely spent like a year wearing all black when he was 14 and the release of three cheers for sweet revenge in 2004? absolutely life changing. the black parade came out right before halloween in TRK, that album was doing SO MUCH for him

dog person (has a lab puppy named lily that katelyn got him when they got into medical school)

later on he's absolutely Terrified of being a father (even though he's good at it). after they find out they're having twin girls, katelyn has to stay overnight in the hospital, so the nurses tell him to go home and rest but he's too freaked to sleep. he calls wymack instead and wymack picks him up and on the drive back to he and abby's house, aaron talks about all of it– his mom, his fear of being like her, and he's terrified of the twins ending up like him and andrew, terrified that shitty siblings runs in the family. he spends the night with wymack and abby, who take care of him, promise to help out and babysit when aaron and katelyn need, and wymack basically says "look man if i can deal with the foxes for five years, you can take care of your girls". they're born a couple months later, wymack and abby keep their promise, and aaron is exactly as good a dad as they said he would be

[smashboxgirl26]

washing machine heart

college student! jean kierschtien x college student! reader a/n: late but for my bby jean's bday bc he's little secret bf <33 (also i know that the song washing machine heart is not implying this scenario at all but i thought it was cute and it's 12 am so i dont care)

It was about three am when you stumbled into the laundromat, immediately blinded by the fluorescent lights (and you could just feel the way they buzzed into your eyebags) with your stupid laundry basket that was filled to the brim tucked under your arm. Your dirty, old converse squeaked across the linoleum floor as the doorbell chimed, alerting the only other guy who was there — tucked in the corner at the table by the washers, hunched over to do his homework — but you couldn’t really find the energy to care about your disturbing presence: not when you hadn’t done your laundry in almost a month and needed a pair of panties for the next day. 

You went through the sluggish motions of dumping all your clothes into washer (trying to separate lighter and darker colors but ultimately leaving the couple of white socks that got thrown in with the dark clothes because you just didn’t care at that point) and adding the detergent and softener before plopping yourself down at one of the tables near the front.

You’d made sure to stick your laptop on top of your clothes before you left your dorm so you could try and finish your final project that you’d been procrastinating for way too long; but even as it sat in front of you on the table, you couldn’t really find the will to open it. Not when you’d been sleep deprived for this long. 

Instead, you let your eyes wander towards the guy who was sitting at the table across from you, studying the crinkle in his eyebrows as you let yourself stare off into space — only the sound of the washers and dryers running in the background. 

Something about his brown eyes and mullet looked familiar, maybe you both took a class together; or you both stayed in the same hall? 

Eventually, your eyes landed on the dog bed that was laying on the seat next to him — wrinkling your nose in surprise. You hadn’t seen any dog when you walked in.

But your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of huffing coming from your feet, and you peered down to see a tiny black chihuahua staring back up with needy eyes. As soon as you made eye contact, he jumped up onto your lap and sat down — like he’d picked you to go home with — before pawing at your arm as if he was urging you to pet him.

The guy noticed after a couple seconds, rolling his eyes at the dog as he apologized. 

“Ah, sorry about him. Max, c’mere.”  He tried to lure Max back with a treat, and when that didn’t work, he stood up from his table to come pick the little dog up. But as soon as he got close, the dog growled from his spot in your lap — and the guy just frowned.

“Hey, what’re you growling for?” you looked to the little dog, who’d now taken to staring up at you with his big, empty looking eyes.

“I've been dog sitting for my sister for the past week,” the guy groaned, watching as Max made himself comfortable again in your lap. “And he doesn’t really like me that much for some reason. How’d you make him so comfortable with you in like, five seconds?”

“I didn’t try to,” you shrugged, just letting out a small laugh. “I guess I’m just the dog whisperer.”

“Lend me some of your powers then,” he shook his head. “Max hasn’t let me touch him all week, let alone coming and sitting in my lap like that.”

“I honestly don’t know why, but dogs have always liked me,” you let your hand fall over Max’s head, letting out a small chuckle as he moved his head under your hand to insinuate for you to keep petting him. “My sister used to get so upset when she realized our dog liked me way more than it liked her.”

“Well, guess I can’t go against fate now can I?” he let out a small smile, watching as Max continued to push for you to give him attention — eventually sitting down at your table and sticking out his hand for you to shake. “I’m Jean, by the way.”

“Y/N,” you reciprocated the action, though Max appeared distressed at your hand leaving his head.

“I feel like I'm taking a class with you or something.” Jean stared off like he was thinking. “You just look really familiar.”

“Do you say that to every girl you meet?” you teased, watching a flustered expression jump up to his face.

“What? I wasn’t — That wasn’t… I didn’t mean it like that.” He corrected himself before letting out a small laugh. “I was being serious, I swear.”

“I’m just joking,” you laughed. “I was actually thinking the same thing. What dorn do you live in?”

“Harrison Hall.”

“That’s where I am too.” You couldn’t really help the cutesy little smile that rose up to your (probably exhausted looking) face. “I knew I saw you around there somewhere.”

“I always come here ‘cause the washers and dryers on my floor are basically broken,” Jean let his elbows rest on the table. “I think it’s also cheaper to do it here anyway.”

“That’s the same reason I do it here,” you nodded. “And there’s no parties going on in the background when you’re trying to study and do laundry at the same time.”

“That’s true,” he laughed. 

“All right Max,” you turned back to the round eyes staring at you from your lap and patted his head softly. “I’m gonna give you back to your uncle now, so I can finish my project and turn it in.”

Max protested at first when you put him into Jean’s hands, but he seemed to calm down when Jean stroked his ears and placed him back in his bed where he promptly fell asleep.

You sent Jean a small smile before finally opening your laptop, for perhaps the thirtieth time that night, ready to finally finish your conclusion and get your project over with.

You had to stop halfway in between when the washers you used alerted you that your clothes were done and had to be stuffed in the dryer. All of Jean’s clothes were basically done by that point, which he stood at one of tables to fold them — while only one remaining batch tumbled in the dryer. He’d be done soon though, which you were envious of.

When you finally finished your stupid paper, submitted it, and slammed your laptop shut, you looked back to see that there was still a while for your clothes to finish drying; immediately, in your sleep depriven state, you let your head fall to the table to take a short nap while whispering lies about how you’d wake yourself up in five minutes.

It wasn’t until the doorbell chimed once more that you woke up: needing to shield your eyes from the sun coming in through the windows of the little laundromat

You groaned, realizing you had to get your clothes out of the dryer before someone took them out and just dumped them somewhere, but stopped when you noticed them all neatly folded and placed in your laundry basket — sitting right next to you on your table.

On top, though, laid a little sheet of paper with Jean’s number and a smiley face.

[starillusion13]

My Muse

Pairing: Hongjoong x f!reader

Genre: Friends to lovers, fluff, College Au

Warnings: orphan (nothing else).

W.C: 3k

Note: Thanks to the people loving my works and supporting them. I love to read your reviews in my dms so feel free to dm me. Thanks for joining the event.

Network: @cultofdionysusnet @k-vanity

Request from @lunehong

Taglist: @mymoodwriting @justhere4kpop @vvshere

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*under the cut*

The university classes are meant to be fun and boring consecutively.  Well, how you are experiencing them is depending on the memories you are building for you to remember. The morning classes are always being cursed by you and your friends because of your lazy asses not wanting to leave the bed. The afternoon classes are always tiring to you as you keep telling your friends every five seconds that how hungry you are and might die of this pathetic hunger. The over-dramatic self of yours.

Aside from all these usual aspects of life. There is something else tingling in your life or maybe a someone. University campus is really a vast area with different faces, some you remember and some you don’t. There is one face which always catch your eye is the campus heartthrob, KIM HONGJOONG.

He is the topper of your university and also well known for his charming and intelligence in many other fields like his designs are showcased in fashion department, he has his own composing team for the art and music department and so on. He is the icon for an all-rounder student of this national university. Apparently for being so talented, he is known as the perfect walking man who has come out of every girl’s dream. A perfect man with a pointy nose, flawless attractive features with black brown mullets walks around the campus just like every girl’s dream man has come to reality. Well, you also belong to these girls but maybe a bit more than them.

He is your best-friend.

“Hey! Y/N.” Your cause of suffering has finally arrived while you were just trying to pass through the crowds for next class and avoiding every chance to meet him.

You halted in your path to turn around and face him. You give your brightest smile to him just to get an excited and bright look from him. Those smiling eyes and that smile is the reason for your suffering. He is your best friend since high school and you both were inseparable since then even some people have claimed sometimes you to be a couple which you both waved off by laughing loudly at them or showing them your true friendship and annoying friends both of you can be when together.

This was all fine until the incident happened in the mall last year. You were supposed to go on a date with your boyfriend that day but later that evening you found out the ugliest truth about him cheating on you so you called your first go-to escape, your best-friend Hongjoong to cry your heart out. He without wasting any second time, arrived to your house when he stayed with you whole night just to comfort you and hear about your rantings on everything possible. Next day, he insulted your ex and exposed him in front of the whole campus and that’s when your perspective towards him changed. The friendship between you both started to have some tension of falling it apart. Well, this is only from your side because he still sees you as his best partner for every situation to go through and a perfect best friend.

“Hi, Joong. What are you doing here in this sector of the building now? You probably have the music production meeting with the professors.”

“Ah yes, I still have and will go after meeting you. I came here to ask you whether you are free today after classes or not.”

Hongjoong asking you whether you are free after classes? Oh! He is your best friend so you should not think so afar. It’s just regarding your upcoming exams. Right? He just wants to take all the due notes on the classes he had missed.

“I don’t think anything important is there rather than going home to eat and take a nap.” You both laughed at your reply.

Hongjoong seems to scan his surrounding as if to catch any intruder who is trying to interfere in your little moments. He turned his attention back to you.

“So do you want to hang out with me later in the nearby market or to any place you like. We don’t get much time for us and it’s been so long we have shared our life updates with each other. I miss you.” He tried to give you his puppy eyes and pouty look which you found so cringey that you hit his arm laughing. Other girls would have got heart attacks if he ever done this to them.

“Stop it joong. This does not suite you. You are the dreamy boy of every girl in this campus so you need to maintain your high profile and an attractive image.”

No Joong, please don’t change. I always want you the way you have ever treated me, the way you have only showed me your particular phases that no one has ever seen and will get to see. You can call me selfish but I want all these just for myself and to let you know that Joong I am different from every girl. I am your girl. Maybe just as a best friend at least.

Hongjoong stared at you with an amused glint in his eyes as if he is seeing a comedic scene unfolding in front of him. He always finds your ramblings cute and especially when you are a bit annoyed with something and complaining.

“So, are you not one of those girls as well?” His question caught you off guard for a second but then you played it cool. He is smirking in the wait of your reply.

“Of course not.”

“Why? Don’t you find me cool like they see me?”

“No. You are just my annoying friend who always teases me whenever a boy tries to approach me and then you scare the shit out of that boy.” You looked up a little because of the height proximity to show your glare at him.

He again laughed on your act. “They are not good for you.” His expression suddenly shifted from goofy to dark. His jaw look so tensed and bright eyes are now dark.

“Yeah sure as if you are good for me.” You whispered it so that he cant hear you. You just smiled tightly at him “Thanks for caring but I have to go now and I will then see you in the evening.” You waved at him and with quick steps you went to your class.

“You really can’t see it Y/N right?” Hongjoong chuckled sadly and looked up at the sky.

A blue bird was searching for a shelter moreover a home to protect herself from the upcoming storm.

“Everyone has a home to shelter themselves but I have a shelter but not a home.” He left the scene with a single tear rolling down his eyes.

“Hey Joong, so are we going now?” You are so excited to finally spend some time with your best friend after so long.

“Yes, we are going to your favourite park. Remember the one where we first met? I have got some snacks with me so that we won’t be feeling hungry.”

 “Omo how thoughtful you are.” You faked gasped and put your hands on your chest just above your heart. You can feel how fast your heartbeat is even when you are trying to act normal as best friends in front of him.

“So, lets sit by the side of fence, the view will be nice during the sunset and you can click pictures of it to save it for later.” Spring sunsets are always so beautiful and you both like it so much that no matter wherever you are, both of you take your time to cherish it.

Settling down by the side of the fence, both of you are sitting on a outdoor mat with your belongings kept aside and you facing towards the river to take in the beautiful view of the park as its your favorite meanwhile Hongjoong had a quick call with a professor.

“I miss spending time with you here. I still remember how we both met here when one evening your mother was late to pick you up and you were sitting on the bench with a scared face.” You averted your gaze towards the more beautiful view, towards Hongjoong. The boy is smiling at you with his sparky eyes and how bad you want to hug him right now. He is looking perfect under the warm essence of dusk and in the surrounding of spring season.

“Me too….” You replied still mesmerized by his presence beautifully so close to you.

“What happened? Are you thinking something? Are you hungry?” Hongjoong asked you in a very concerned way in which you simply smiled his way.

“It’s okay Joong, I’m okay.”

“Y/N?” his professional deep voice which he only uses when to confront with your exes or meeting anytime for the first time. He never uses that voice to you but maybe you were wrong.

“Hm?”

“You are bothered by something and I can clearly see the effect on your face.” On his remark , you cupped your face with both of your hands and close your eyes tightly to face him with an excuse other than explaining how you feel different meeting him alone now when you see him more than just best friends.

“No Joong, you are just overthinking. It’s nothing like that.”

“Come here.” He is now sitting facing the river with legs resting straight and leaning his upper body on his two arms on both the sides. His face with no expression asking to move towards him. You are sitting with your legs crossed with a towel spread on your legs and eating your favorite snack.

You didn’t understand why is he calling you towards him so you waited for him to say anything further. He extended one of his arms towards you which you gladly accepted with your own. Suddenly he pulled you towards him and make you sit on his thighs. You attempted to complain for his actions because he always does something like this out of his childish acts with you but you find it difficult for you to control your feelings for him in this situation.

You mentally scolded yourself to feel his actions like differently but this was all normal for both of you since childhood. Your questioning look asking him to speak why is he pulling you like this and waiting for him to clarify your thoughts.

“Now tell me Y/N, what is bothering you?”

‘You Hongjoong! What do you think? You are thinking you are helping me in this situation? You are making it more difficult for me.’

You pushed him and run towards the fence and hold them tightly to calm your heart with your eyes closed. It was always so nice meeting him before and spending time with him and ranting about each other’s life but the conditions are no more similar.

You felt someone hugging you from behind and resting his chin on your right shoulder when suddenly he spoke breathily.

“Why are you so easy to read Y/N?” His smiling lips hovering near your neck, this feels make you feel so safe in his embrace.

“What are you saying?” you nearly whispered but still audible for him to hear clearly for so close proximity.

He made you face him by turning your body. Your body resting on the waist level fences and his leaning forward when he put his arms on top of your hands on both of your sides holding the fence.

You looked up into his eyes to understand what does he mean by reading you easily.

“Why don’t you say it directly to me? How long do I need to wait for it?”

“Huh?”

“Why are you pretending not to understand?”

“I- “

“Do you like me?” His expression explains everything that he is not joking at all even he wants a valid reply from you that moment.

“I don’t know…….” You are avoiding his gaze when deep down you know how much you are lying in the moment when you want to hug him tightly and scream how you don’t want to lose him to someone else and make him yours.

“If you can’t say it then let me tell you Y/N, I like you. No wait I love you.” His right hand lifted up to your face to cup the side of your face.

He continues, “You are the reason for my life. I asked you out today not just because I haven’t met you for so long but to finally let out my feelings to you. I don’t know when I started having these feelings for you but I am happy that they are not atleast late.”

“Hongjoong, I have to-“

“Let me say mine first then I will let you to say all your parts.” Maybe he is your bestfriend but he always has this demanding aura whenever he is serious.

“I don’t like when you tell me that boys are trying to hit on you and whenever anyone approaches you with a proposal. I don’t want you to be someone else’s girl. You are my girl. You are my muse. All these designs and songs you see around and the recognition I got from them are inspired from you. It’s all because of you. I never had anyone to call mine as I have been raised in an orphanage till middle school and the family adopted was always too busy to spend time with me and that’s why I always play alone in that park when one day I met you.”

“Don’t you feel afraid of heartbreak if I reject your feelings for me?” You confidently ask him.

“No.”

“No?”

“I know your reply and I wanted you to feel the same for me and that’s why I waited so long just to realize that our feelings are mutual.” He is smiling at you happily which is hurting you more as you still haven’t said about your feelings for him.

“How?”

“Your act of ignoring me when am around. You avoiding eye contact whenever you are telling something private convos. Your jealousy visible on your face and in your actions when girls literally drool over me. Its so simple to read you and trust me I loved it. I enjoyed your possessiveness over me and I want that to feel when we are together not as bestfriends but as lovers.”

“I know….. I have to say you that I like you more you know. You don’t know how much it hurt to see with your classmate roaming around the building and people gossiping you both as a perfect couple when here am left back with feelings for you which I cant even tell you.”

“We are just working on same project you know nothing more.”

“Yes I know but people make up so much stories at some point they hurt you know. I tried to convince myself that I should not feel like that for my bestfriend but I failed miserably each time and fell for you harder.”

Hongjoong hugged you and caressed your back of the head. “Thanks for not giving up on your feelings and that’s why I got the chance to express myself to you.”

“I like you Hongjoong.”

“Oh that’s it?”

“Huh?”

“I love you because you are the poetry to my arts, you are the muse of my life to inspire me to proceed with life in a right way and always being my home but….”

“But?”

“You just like me?.....” He mimicked a sad hurtful expression and you realized what he is referring to.

“Joong! You are playing with me again. Okay listen I love you. Happy?”

“No.”

“Now what?”

“Kiss me.”

“…..Joong”

He gives you a small peck on the lips. “I have to seal the bond when I got the opportunity.”

You hit him on the chest and went towards your belongings on the ground to pack them for you and him. He watches you intently standing there.

“Wont you help me?” you asked him.

“With what?” An amused glint in his eyes and a mischievous smile dancing on his lips.

“Hongjoong!”

"Y/N!"

He laughed and proceeded to wrap up everything.

“Y/N? What are we now?” You both have your backpacks on and standing facing each other.

“Bestfriends?”

“But bestfriends don’t kiss.” You become shy when you realised few minutes back Hongjoong kissed you. He comes closer to you and pecks your lips again and then kissing your forehead, he holds you gaze when his hands cupped your face.

“um I am your muse so you are my artist then are we contracted partners?” You joked a bit to calm down your heartbeat. He laughed along with you because the way you were embarrassed with your own joke.

“You are my girl and I’m yours.”

“Mine.” You smiled at him heartily because finally you know you don’t have to lose him to someone else and now, he is completely yours.

Your bestfriend and also your man. Oh maybe your artist, come on you are his muse.

You hugged him tightly which he happily returned you with keeping you in his embrace. Under the thousands of blinking stars in the night sky, there is a beginning of a new love story.

[friday-answers]

HI first of all the last excerpt???? EXCUSE ME THIS WHOLE PLOT IS SO FUNNNN I absolutely love Solus already!!!! Can’t wait to know more about the agency and the sinkholes… Lots of love and thank you again for sharing this beautiful piece of your mind with us 🫶🫶

Secondly I’m here to discuss s3! Spoilers incoming:

What are your thoughts on Imogen and Sahar? I am actually really happy with the whole thing (even if my soft romantic heart is still kind of hoping they end up together haha, I am full of contradictions okay?)

And Tori and Micheal? I literally cried every time they appeared on screen I love them SO much, I was just a little disappointed Tori did´t get to say she’s asexual like she does in the comic… hoping it will be there if there’s a fourth season

And Isaac? My baby was going through it this season, that whole journey was so beautiful and refreshing imo

ALSO Darcy this season!!!! Aaahh I love them so much, as a lesbian who’s only recently started to question my own gender seeing them discover themself like that was so so lovely

I also really loved how Charlie’s relationship to his parents was showed, I thought it was done really well! And Nick starting to realise he needs to figure out who he is without his boyfriend 🥺

Anyway I’ve yapped enough haha, feel free to answer this with as short or long of an answer as you want, and just give general comments on what you thought of the season, I just enjoyed getting to scream about this hehehehe 🥰🤓

omg first of all thank you for the hype 🤭... i'm also very excited about it too... while i have a plan for the most part, i pretty much have no clue about how i'm going to get to each point either so... y'know makes it fun and mysterious for me too!

i love yapping about season 3 i'm HYPED

imogen and sahar, obviously not a surprise. lesbian imogen also i fear we knew from season 1 but having that comphet representation is HUGE!!! i'm really excited about that.

i keep joking that imogen and sahar are finally the situationship representation in heartstopper but it is just not a joke anymore. 'better off as friends' my ass SAHAR U WROTE A SONG ABOUT HER

i fell to my knees every time michael holden appeared on screen. his appearance at the nye party GAGGED. ON THE FLOOR. they were so insane for that it was GORGEOUS.

i was genuinely so confused when tori didn't correct charlie on calling them a straight couple. i think i shouted at the screen for them to stay on the wheel because they weren't done LMAO... BUT BUT it totally means a more fleshed out sprolden sexuality arc which i am HYPED about. their relationship is so important to me im so excited for that representation to be more blatant.

everything with isaac happened so fast i got WHIPLASH him coming out to everyone at the zoo i was sobbing that representation is so important to me and just so so nice to see..... argrhfhf. though i almost just blanked out the whole tao isaac thing omg WHAT HAPPENED TO JAMES THEN??? INSANE. that was insane. glad they got past that one quickly god

no because mullet darcy HELLO kizzy looked amazing... non-binary lesbian representation ALSO huge like. GOD THIS SEASON WAS HUGE

no because episode 4 was DEVASTATING. but it was one of my fave episode of television i've ever watched. nick at the halloween party like. oh my god i feel like i still haven't digested it all yet.... charlie's talk with his parents too since they cut away in the comic me and my friend were SCREAMING through tears to cut away like my GOD. but joe did it beautifully and u could tell he really cared :,]

i also yapped incredibly hard. i could really do this for hours, honestly... i'm just so so excited fr. the way the cast was like this season is HOT its STEAMY its SEXY even though. like i've been a comic reader since about 2019. guys i fucken know we gotta get through volume 4 first SIT DOWWWNNN

so funny honestly imagine going into s3 with just THAT info then being hit with the emotional devastation which was eps 1-5. 6-8 were lit though

ok shutting up now. thank u for letting me yap you are the realest mf ever

thank u for all the love once again!!!!!

[caregiverlad]

yayyyyyy

The book is gonna be called Railroad Crossing and basically it's about two teen boys (Oliver: 17, male, 5'9, brown curly hair) and (Elliot: 16, male, 5'6, dirty blond mullet kinda hair) who run away from home separately. Oliver runs away because his parents always get into arguments and he hates living at home; while Elliot runs away because he's sick of being seen as the 'perfect student/kid'. After a day or so they end up crossing paths... on a railroad! (get it? hehe) and they realize they go to the same school, but are in different years. So they decide to stick together and run away with each other. They have to figure out how to survive on their own, make money, and find places to stay. They spend their nights in places such as: bus stops, libraries, railway stations, public parks, abandoned buildings, ect. As they work together they end up becoming really close and eventually falling in love. In the end they make up enough money to rent out an apartment for a couple months; and on the first night in their new apartment they both confess, and the last scene is of them kissing and telling each other how much they love each other!! (if i do end up really putting in the work and writing it, there will be a second book!)

This is what I have written so far, it's in Olivers POV! : ⬇️

Today is when I leave everything behind and run away—no more family, school, arguments—just me, myself, and I. Midnight comes and goes as the hours tick by, but I can't sleep. Thoughts of the coming weeks plague my mind, each filling my head with more worry about how different my life will become once this day ends.

[p.s: sorry it's so long, i got a little excited hehe] -🏳️‍⚧️

wow bubba! that sounds super cool! when you’re done you’re gonna have to send it to me so i can read it! awesome work 💜

[autisticlancemcclain]

Lance has always been a light sleeper. There’s a reason he wears all the equipment and shit. People who sleep like a fucking corpse — like, ahem, certain mullet haired boys who could pass out hanging from the ceiling by their big toe and sleep for eight hours — don’t wear eye masks and headphones.

It does, though, have the occasional benefit. Like having a natural defense mechanism to pranks by dickhead siblings, for example. Can’t put butter on his nose in the middle of the night to make him break out if he wakes up at the slightest creak, Marco.

Asshole.

But most of the time it’s a pain in the ass. It means that unless he is wearing those massive headphones, he’ll wake up if someone so much as sneezes four doors down.

Or, perhaps, if his training obsessed boyfriend likes to wake up at the asscrack of castle-simulated dawn, then Lance is rudely dragged from dreamland. And to make matters worse, if Keith thinks Lance is awake, he’ll try to convince Lance to go with him, as if Lance has any interest in all at doing intense cardio at five in the fucking morning.

He’s so goddamn cute when he’s hopeful that it works every time, too. He gets this stupid little smile on his face, like he’s imagining all the stuff they’re going to do together, that Lance physically has to drag himself out of their endlessly comfortable bed and go run laps around the training room or whatever, feeling like he’s half-dead and incapable of speaking in anything but grunts. All while possibly planning the murder of his morning-person boyfriend so he never has to do this again.

Lance has, coincidentally, gotten very good at feigning sleep.

Now, every time he hears Keith’s alarm go off — several fucking times because, as previously mentioned, Keith sleeps like a rock — he concentrates hard on being still, breathing evenly. Holding whatever position he’s in and fighting to urge to so much as crack open one eyelid. He’ll stay where he is as he feels Keith carefully pull his arms out from under Lance’s head and around his waist (because for all Lance grumbles and grouches Keith really does do his best to make sure Lance gets all his beauty sleep. Sometimes he’s so careful that it takes him several minutes to extract himself fully. Those mornings are always the hardest for Lance to pretend he’s still unconscious, fighting the smile that desperately wants to pull its way across Lance’s lips). Then Keith will tiptoe around the room getting ready, slipping on a t-shirt and sweatpants and braiding his hair. Finally there’ll be a few minutes of silence, as if Keith is just standing still, watching Lance sleep, and then he’ll lean over and press the gentlest of kisses to whatever part of Lance peeks out from his mound of blankets, before he’s off to go make himself sweat before he’s even had breakfast.

It is, if Lance is being completely honest, his favourite part of the day. That quiet, secret affection always makes something soft and warm bloom in his chest, making him grin as he fades back to sleep.

Only…one morning he feels Keith pull carefully away from him, hears him patter quietly around the room. The rustling sounds of Keith getting ready are a little louder than usual, a little less muted, as if Keith is rushing. And there’s no period of silence.

No kiss.

Lance sits up straight once he hears Keith’s footsteps fade down the hall, looking at the closed door in confusion.

Hey.

He considers, for a moment, just dismissing it and going back to sleep. It’s no big deal, after all. It’s not like Keith is getting less affectionate as a whole, or anything. In fact Lance woke up last night because Keith was talking in his sleep — about Lance, saying all sorts of dorky and adorable shit. Lance recorded it.

If he goes back to sleep now, he won’t have to get up for a couple more hours. And when he does, he’ll make his way to the kitchen where Keith will no doubt be waiting with a smile, a kiss, and a cup of coffee because he is literally the best boyfriend in the world, even if he wakes Lance up in the mornings.

Lance considers falling back asleep for one whole minute. It’s just a silly, chaste peck, after all. It’s not such a huge deal.

He scowls, throwing off the blanket and shoving his feet into his lion slippers. It is a huge deal. He needs his secret early morning kiss, dammit, and there’s not a snowball’s chance in hell that he’s going to let Keith forget it.

He stomps down the hallway, ignoring an amused Shiro who says something along the lines of “Looking bright eyed this morning, Lance,” and keeping his eyes locked straight ahead.

He will get answers. And apologies. Many of them, in fact.

He pauses right before he enters the training room, messing around with the lockpad settings so he can override the automatic function like Coran showed him.

This feels like a door slam moment.

Once the manual opening has been enabled, he takes a breath, then kicks open the doors with a bang, startling Keith so hard he nearly gets brained by the gladiator.

“So I guess love is dead,” he says once Keith has called for the simulation to end, glaring daggers at the man in question.

“Lance…?” Keith stands a couple feet away from Lance, panting, sword held loosely in his right hand and head tilted to the side. “What’re you doing up this early?”

“Obviously you don’t love me,” Lance says again, well aware that he’s being dramatic and childish and not caring at all.

“What? You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

He’s mad at Keith, dammit. He is. But suddenly he feels silly, barging in here feeling all scorned and a little genuinely upset.

Of course Keith loves him. He — it was easy, for him to say that. Like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Like it was an objective truth.

“You didn’t kiss me before you left,” Lance says, and he’s annoyed with himself for sounding hurt instead of petulant. “You always kiss me when you wake up. But you didn’t today.”

Keith softens immediately, stepping right up to Lance, sword clattering to the ground. “Baby,” he says warmly, cupping Lance’s cheeks and kissing him gently on the forehead. “I didn’t even know you were awake when I did that.”

Lance keeps his gaze trained on the ground, arms still crossed over his chest, stubbornly unreceptive. “Of course I do. You’re noisy. But if I wake up then you pout at me until I come train with you.“

Keith chuckles. “And you give in every time I ask.”

“Stop changing the subject, Mullet. You didn’t kiss me this morning, so obviously love is dead.”

“Love is dead, huh?” Keith presses another kiss to Lance’s forehead, then the bridge of his nose, then the tip of it. Then he moves to his cheekbones, his cheeks, the corner of his mouth. His jaw. The underside of his neck.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Keith mumbles. “We were up late last night and I ended up waking up late. I was distracted. I forgot.”

Lance tries so hard to hold on to his stubbornness, drag this out a little longer. If he’s grouchy long enough, Keith’ll do a face mask with him tonight to make up for it, he’s sure of it.

But then Keith nips gently at a particular sensitive spot, right under his ear, and Lance melts.

“I guess I can forgive you,” he mumbles, undoing Keith’s braid so he can thread his fingers through his hair. “But you have to make it up to me.”

Keith’s hands move down to his waist, and he tightens his grip. He doesn’t lift his lips from Lance’s skin.

“Yeah?”

“Yes.” Lance shudders on a breath. “You have to — fuck — you have to do a face mask with me tonight.”

“‘Kay.”

“And — read to me. Out loud. I like it when you do that.”

“Whatever you want to read I will, Bluebell.”

Lance squeezes his eyes shut, trying desperately to stay focused, but it’s hard when Keith is so close to him, fingers slipping under his shirt, mouth tracing a line from his neck to his collarbones.

“And you have to come back to bed with me. Right now. I want to go back to sleep and I don’t want to do it alone.“

He’s expecting even a little bit of protest — Keith likes his morning routine and Lance can rarely convince him to sleep in — but instead he feels Keith’s grin press into his skin, feels his grip tighten.

“We can for sure go back to bed,” he says wolfishly.

“To sleep,” Lance insists. “It is five thirty in the goddamn morning. I barely have to energy for this conversation. I want to pass out and I want you to be holding me while it happens.”

He feels Keith’s grin get softer. Then he straightens up and presses one last, lingering kiss to Lance’s lips before pulling away.

“Alright,” he says, clipping his bayard to his belt and entwining their fingers together. “Let’s go back to bed.”

Lance smiles, relishing the feeling of their skin pressed together from the short walk back to their room all the way to sliding back under the covers, wrapped snugly in Keith’s arms.

Maybe he doesn’t mind being a light sleeper all that much.

———

based on this post (third slide)

[bigdumbbambieyes]

okay imagine we actually get time travel in S5 but part of it is the characters are all scattered to alternate timelines while trying to escape the Upside Down after Eleven vs 001 and Steve and Robin end up in a timeline that they know they can’t stay in but really want to

Like Steve and Robin crawl through the closest gate to avoid death and when they emerge it’s still 1986, but they’re in a Starcourt that didn’t burn down.

They’re confused and freaked out as the gate immediately closes and they’re left standing in the food court in the middle of the night. A security guard spots them and promptly kicks them out, all while threatening to call Hopper to pick them up to spend a night at the station. They leave quickly and try to make sense of what just happened: why is Starcourt still standing? Where is everyone? What happened to Eleven and Vecna? Are there any open gates to get back? What else is different here?

With no real plan laid out yet, they make their way to Loch Nora and get to Steve’s house by dawn, both of them too tired and confused and covered in Upside Down grossness to notice a car beside Steve’s beamer. Robin suggests that they have a shower and sleep, perhaps they’d even feel better after some food.

They fall asleep, clean and exhausted, in Steve’s bed. They get maybe an hour of sleep before there’s frantic knocking at his bedroom door and his mother is there, telling him that he’ll be late for work - oh hi, Robin - and that she will be late for school if they don’t hurry up. His mother, who he hasn’t seen in weeks even before Vecna appeared, is doing what moms do: worry. And he hasn’t had her worry over him in years. So, that’s very different. His father even works locally, he hasn’t been on a business trip in months, and he is openly affectionate with his wife. Even Robin, who awkwardly ate her breakfast that Mrs. Harrington whipped up, finds it strange.

So, they get dressed and leave the house, ready to search for answers. Robin realizes that this Hawkins isn’t their Hawkins when they get to the high school and Vickie is waiting for Robin at her locker, giving her a secret smile and brushing their hands together when she says good morning. It’s a better Hawkins, maybe.

Steve can’t believe it. He leaves the two girls alone and sees Nancy and Jonathan outside in the parking lot, watches them kiss each other goodbye as Nancy is dropped off. Even in an alternate world, they belong together.

He gets the idea to check on the kids when he feels a strong arm wrap around his shoulders, pulling him back into a firm chest. He turns his head to catch a sharp smile and blond curls as Billy purrs into his ear, “Hello, Stevie.”

It’s friendly, familiar, casual. And Steve tenses up, his blood going cold and his eyes widening as he looks at Billy, who’s blue eyes are giving him a playful glare as he continues, “You forgot to pick me up, asshole. You know my old man still has my keys - I had to get Munson and Cunningham to swing by and grab me.”

Wait. “Eddie Munson and Chrissy Cunningham?” Steve gapes, immediately looking around the parking lot to look for them as Billy pushes himself off Steve, an amused look still plastered across his face. Steve spots them then, Eddie all but leaning out of his van’s window like an idiot to kiss a giggling Chrissy, all while heavy metal blasts from the speakers. They’re alive and happy, like they should be.

“Yeah, and they were all over each other, too,” Billy smirks as he glances over at the couple before focusing on Steve again, “Just promise you’ll give me a ride after school and I’ll forgive you, hm? Later, pretty boy.” Billy gives him a wink before he makes his way towards the school, his stupid mullet as perfect as ever and his jeans as tight as can be. There’s no blood, no scars, no trace of the Mindflayer ever using his body as a host. Billy is alive and in this Hawkins, they’re friendly enough to casually touch and joke and offer each other rides. They’re friends.

Dumbly, Steve nods his agreement, feeling like he’s just seen a ghost.

[starrgaziinggg]

BEGIN AGAIN | hwang hyunjin

CHAPTER THREE

Hwang Hyunjin messes with your head, unknowingly, for over a month. Until you can't take it anymore.

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

Growing up with Chris Bang as your best friend had it's perks - a permanent bodyguard, a shoulder to cry on... and seven other boys who also became your best friends as you grew up together.

Week in, week out, your routine stayed the same. Study, go to class and patiently wait to attend your regular Friday evening home cooked meal with your friends. You just couldn't wait to graduate and start working, to rid yourself of exams and finally start earning some proper money like the boys.

Desperate to put some light back into your mundane, studious life, Chris forces you to start blind dating. Two miserable dates down and ready to murder the man, someone completely unexpected appears and makes a mess of your orderly life.

And a mess he does make.

|fake dating|friends to lovers|slow burn|non idol au|

chapter three

You look at yourself in Chan's mirror, huffing at your own appearance. You didn't even know how you ended up here on your Saturday night, standing in Chan's apartment in a skimpy black dress and red heels, wearing more makeup than you ever have before and wanting to die.

When Chan had phoned you that morning saying he had a blind dead ready and raring to go, you'd told him to fuck off and hung up the phone. When you'd gotten over you post morning grump, you'd called him back and said fuck it, what did you have to lose - one date wouldn't hurt. That's how you ended up here, with Chris wolf whistling at you.

"Never seen you look so fine, kid," he said, giving your shoulders a squeeze in reassurance. He knew you felt uncomfortable dressing up like. Since you'd grown up surrounded by boys, it took you much longer to figure out your style and makeup, and you still felt nervous when you had to go all out sometimes.

"Ew. Shut up," you said, refusing the compliment as you weren't in the mood. Chris laughed.

"Seriously, you look great. You're date will love it, I assure you."

"You're only saying that because you chose this outfit, dumbass. Can you at least show me a picture of him? I want to know what I'm dealing with, here," you said, wiping off mascara smudges on your eyelids and downing the glass of alcohol Chan had given you to ease your nerves.

"Nope. Your taxi will be here soon, you'll meet him soon enough."

"Why couldn't you just drive me?" You ask him.

"Because Hyunjin and Felix are coming round shortly," he replied, answering your question. He took the empty glass from your hand and looked at the time. "Actually, you should probably get ready to go outside and wait for it."

You huffed again, looking for your keys and jacket. At that moment, the door opened and the two boys Chan had been waiting on entered. Hyunjin came in first, and you didn't even notice his eyes almost popping out his skull when he saw you, you were far too stressed. He was wearing a pair of cargo trousers and a regular t-shirt. His hair was in a ponytail, which you loved. Felix walked in after him wearing comfortable clothing, his blonde mullet tousled from the wind and, unfazed, gave you a hug. You were so happy he grew his hair back out after cutting it a couple months ago. His mullet was iconic.

"You have fun on your date, don't be a dick to him and try not to get the Ick too quickly," Felix laughed, helping himself to a beer from the fridge in Chan's kitchen. You laughed, easing up already just from Felix's encouragement.

Hyunjin wasn't the type to show you much physical affection, and only gave you a small smile.

"You look lovely," he said quietly, almost as if he only wanted you to hear, which was strange since the boys usually didn't have an issue complimenting you in front do the others. "You're going on a date?"

"Thanks, Jinnie," you said, using the nickname you chose for him - only reserved for when he was acting sweet. "Yeah, Chan set it up."

"Downstairs, now! Stop stalling," Chan shouting, pushing you out the door as you yelled a goodbye to the boys.

The taxi ride was short and stressful, and you felt your legs wobble as you walked into the high class restaurant. It was gorgeous - high ceilings with gorgeous fairy lights dangling from them. The interior was classy, the lighting setting a moody atmosphere. You walked up to the person at the front of the restaurant handling the reservations, and said the table number you were supposed to meet your date on. The hostess led you to the table and you're date turned his head on your arrival.

You could instantly tell he was a foreigner, with fair skin and blonde hair with blue eyes. He did have a nice smile, you noticed.

"Hi," he said in English, standing up to greet you. "I'm Jason, how are you?"

You were sort of shocked that he spoke in English to you since Chan hadn't told you anything about him and you were worried he didn't speak Korean. You were fluent in English (and French), because your dad was Korean/French and your mum was Korean/English. Naturally you grew up speaking all three languages, although your French was not great anymore since you hadn't much reason to speak it. You did still keep it as a course on Duolingo, though, to keep up with being trilingual. You'd always wanted to visit Paris, too. Even though you could speak English, you were much more comfortable in Korean as that was your most spoken language.

"Hello, I'm good thank you. Do you not speak Korean?" You asked, sitting in the seat across from him. He shook his head.

"I've only just moved here for work, so I literally know no Korean as of yet. I hope that's not an issue for you," he said in a slightly cocky tone. You tried to ignore it.

"No, it's not a problem since I'm fluent in English, but I don't talk it that often so I'm just rusty a bit," you said, laughing. You only really spoke English to Seungmin, Felix, Chan and Hyunjin and even though you were really confident with it, being put on the spot like this with a stranger made you really nervous.

"I can tell. Your words are all mixed up," he laughed. You scrunched up your face. You knew your English wasn't amazingly perfect, but was anyones? English was a really hard language to master and you thought you'd been doing well so far, so the comment took you by surprise.

"How many languages do you speak?" You asked him, looking at the menu to decide what to eat.

"Just English," he replied with a quizzical look.

"Okay then, I'm trilingual so please do not mock me until you can speak three languages."

"Jeez, chill out it was a joke," he said. You could tell he was starting to get nervous so you attempted to loosen up, Felix's words in the back of your head. You both ordered your food and drink of choice and settled back into conversation. He seemed alright, but he made a few comments that didn't sit right with you. You found out he was from Michigan, USA, that he was studying finance and moved to Korea to travel and for his job. All the while the man hadn't asked a single thing about you, until now.

"So, what do you like to do for fun?" He asks.

"Mostly I spend time with my friends, we have dinner together every Friday night. Other than that, I like painting and reading," you said. He screws his face up.

"You don't go out with your friends? Like partying, clubbing?" He asks, as if it's a human necessity to party.

"Well yeah, sometimes," you replied. It was true, you and the boys did sometimes go out out, but usually only for special occasions. "But we like to try and all spend time together and it's easier to get the boys round to eat rather than to go out clubbing."

Jason gives you a weird look.

"The boys?"

"Yeah my friends," you reply. Surely Chan had made this guy aware of their friend group situation. It was one of the first thing you told boys who appeared interested in you, since a lot of boys might not be happy with you being friends with 8 guys. "Chris and the others."

"You're friends with Chris' friend group? I thought you meant, like, girl friends," he said. You could tell he was uncomfortable and you just wanted to roll your eyes. It was so infuriating when guys closed you off just because of your friends.

"Oh. Well, Chris' friend group is my friend group," you explained. "Anyway, what do you like to do for fun." You attempted to redirect the conversation.

"Mostly clubbing with my mates, or going out on the yacht. Oh my god, let me tell you this story about Jim on the yacht," he started telling this ridiculous story about Jim falling off the yacht and you droned out, not caring at all.

As the date went on, you realised how much you'd rather not be sitting in front of this man and with your friends instead. He was extremely pompous, talked about himself constantly and by the sounds of it, partied more than he worked. He did not appear to be someone you wanted to spend much time with.

The date ended with you both parting ways and you were sure you'd never see that man again in your life. Although you'd insisted on paying the bill, he made some sexist comment about how it's embarrassing for a woman to pay and at that point you were so done. Instead of going back to your own apartment, knowing you'd be even more irritated than you already are by getting a night of no sleep, you got a taxi back to Chan's and went straight in, the door unlocked.

"I cannot fucking stand you, Christopher. I truly and utterly hate you," you announced, kicking off your heels the minute you were in the door. The three boys you'd said bye to earlier were sat on Chan's sofa, playing some game on his tv together. They all looked up at you when you stormed towards them a crashed on the second sofa dramatically.

"Take it the date went well, then?" Chan chuckled.

"It was perfect. I'm going to marry him and have all his babies," you said sarcastically with you face smushed into the couch. You groaned, rolling over so that you were facing them. "He was such a dickhead. He only spoke English and mocked me when I got some of my words mixed up. He was so arrogant, only partied and made me want to slam my head against the table. How do you even know that guy?"

"He's a friend of a friend of a friend," Chan said slyly. "Sorry kiddo, I'll do better for your next date."

"Aw, bubs, don't stress. One bad date isn't the end of the world. At least you got a nice meal," Felix smiled at you. Hyunjin stayed relatively quiet, just observing.

"True. The meal was great," you said. You looked at Chris with puppy dog eyes. "Can I sleep here tonight? I can't be arsed going home to the fucking workmen and I'm shattered."

"Yeah, chill. You can sleep in my room if you want, I don't mind taking the sofa."

"Ew no thanks. I would rather sleep on a bed of nails than in that bed," you said screwing your face up. You loved Chan like a brother, which is why you couldn't even think about the many girls he'd had in that bed.

"Fair, fair. I'll get the duvet for you. You want some clothes?" He asked, getting up.

"Yeah please, just some joggers and a tshirt will do."

Felix and Hyunjin also stood up, Felix stretching his arms out.

"We should probably get going. It's getting late," Felix said, looking at Hyunjin who was probably giving Felix a ride home.

"Yeah, we'll see you on Friday, guys," Hyunjin said, picking up his car keys and jacket from a nearby chair. You said your goodbyes and headed to the bathroom with Chan's clothes, washing your face and brushing your teeth with one of the spare toothbrushes he kept. You often ended up staying at Chan's when you couldn't be bothered going to yours since it was further from the city centre.

"Night, kid. Sorry about your shit date," was the last thing you heard before heading off to sleep.

CHAPTER FOUR HERE!

[battybubs]

Billy’s a bitch ✯|part two|✯

IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE: This story was written specifically for male readers, fem/ fem aligned people, please do not interact.

Also, requests are open!

Pairing: Steve Harrington x male! Reader

Type: Romantic 

Warnings: Swearing, slight mentions of racism (Billy, ofc), homophobia, hateful language (homophobic slurs, also Billy), mentions of fighting ~~~~~~~~~~

Being with Steve was everything you could have asked for, and more. He was so sweet and caring. He was the perfect gentleman. The one thing about being with Steve was, you had to hide. That was the main thing you were worried about when you started dating. You were both worried that you wouldn’t get to do couples stuff, and you weren’t wrong in thinking that. You had to be super secretive, but you made it work. 

Most of your time together was spent at each other’s houses, but “friendly outings” weren’t uncommon for the two of you. You were also usually able to sneak in a little alone time between class periods. Small kisses or hugs in the empty hallways. In hindsight, it wasn’t the sneakiest of ideas, but that wasn’t important now. Not as you looked into Steve’s beautiful brown eyes, giving him a quick kiss before heading off to your next class. 

Unbeknownst to you, your boyfriend decided to hang back for a bit before heading to his history class. Unbeknownst to him, Billy Hargrove had been just around the corner, eavesdropping on the two of you. Before Steve had the chance to walk away, Billy decided to take the opportunity to walk up to him, with some hateful choice words just waiting to spew from his pathetic mouth.

“Who would’ve known, The ex king of Hawkins high was a fag.” Steve knew you had been caught. That one simple statement was enough for him to know that the two of you were in deep shit. “What the hell do you want, Billy?” Steve started to say something else, but he was caught off, by the mullet wearing asshat who stood in front of him. “I want you to keep that nasty shit to yourself, before I tell the whole school the little golden boy and his freak best friend are dirty queers” Billy stomped off, knowing he had leverage over the two of you.

Steve knew one thing, he didn’t want you to have to deal with Billy’s dumbass so he decided to visit you after school.

Once the school day was over, you walked toward your house. It took a while, but you had your walkman playing, so it wasn’t too bad. Once you got home you went to your room and started working on your homework, which only took a few hours. Right as you were signing your name on the last page of math homework, you heard knocking on your window, looking over to see Steve, practically dangling off of the tree outside his window. 

As you let him in, Steve pulled you into a tight hug, immediately telling you about what had happened. After a long talk about it you decided to “break up”. You were gonna stay away from each other in public and act pissed if you had to be together. And that’s exactly what you did. Everyone thought you had just went through a bad falling out, except Billy. 

Three weeks later you and Steve were in your living room, curled up watching a horror movie. Someone began to bang on the door and you got up to get it, since your parents were out of town. Steve walked stood behind you as you opened the door to see Billy. You were best friends with his sister, and you had been good friends in middle school until yo realized how much of a bitch he really was, so of course yours was the first door he came banging on when Max would sneak out.

“Where’s my sister?” Was all he said, not a greeting or anything, which didn’t really surprise you. “She’s not here, Billy.” You looked back as Steve spoke up knowing damn well he had just unknowingly started something. “Hold on, i thought you faggot freaks broke up.” Billy said, obviously even more pissed than before. You stepped outside, trying to close the door behind you, but of course Steve just had to follow you out. 

“Billy you need to leave. She’s not here, and who i do and do not date isn’t of any concern to you. We haven’t been friends for years.” Before you could say anything else, you felt something slam into your jaw. He punched you. The next few minutes were a blur, Steve started beating the shit out of Billy. Max and Lucas showed up from wherever the hell they had been running around. Max started yelling, so did Lucas. Billy threw out a few racist comments, per usual. Billy and Max left, so did Lucas, and Steve ad dragged you inside. 

A few weeks had passed, and you and Steve were back to your usual routine, and Billy had finally decided to leave you alone. You had been back to dealing with your “children” and putting up with Robin’s teasing,and the two of you couldn’t have been happier. You all knew one thing though, and it was that Billy’s a bitch. 

~~~~~~~~~~

Sorry this took so long! I hope you enjoy it :D <3 I’m not super happy with how this turned out, so if you would like, I can try to re-write it for you :)

Part two of the request from @mack-thedork

[dodounchained]

A Way Out

^ Art by courtesy of @godwithwethands (´｡• ω •｡`) ♡ . Check out the original post here!

This is a crack fic of Cody (yes, we are calling him that) and Roy Miller. I can't help but think they will make a lovely and truly funny couple, with Cody being a loveable himbo and Roy a little devil, who constantly put themselves in pesky situations. I thank all the beautiful people on the discord that gives birth to this lovely AU couple, especially @godwithwethands who created such beautiful art, and BeccaWrites for beta reading this.

Also posted on AO3: (update: it’s now finished!)

(Part 1 of 2)

The Bronx, New York.

It’s already 2 am after midnight, but the bar is still filled with people, thanks to the young man with a ridiculous-looking mullet and a black beanie. His face is flushed red under the influence of alcohol and impassioned speech.

“I gotta say, he is probably 007, but working for the CIA! Y’all think those super spy shit ain’t real - until you see he smashes someone’s face with a muffin!”

“Cody, my man, that ain't possible - muffins are soft as hell! ” a voice of dissent comes from the crowd. 

Some of the people surrounding the men laugh teasingly. But that doesn't affect the enthusiasm of everyone listening to his story.

-

Cody sluggishly hopped off the transfer bus. His ankles were cuffed together, just like his wrists. He was tempted to ask if he could get a cig anywhere, but was intimidated by the stern looks of the prison guards, and decided against it

The walk was not particularly long but everyone was moving as slowly as possible, as if they could run away from the inevitable. All the newcomers were dressed in bright orange and were lined up one by one. The man in front was a small-built man in his 50s or 60s, and had curly black hair that reminded Cody of his pet terrier, Coal. He wondered if Coal was eating and sleeping alright. He’d be living with his sister Mandy during Cody’s stay in the prison. 

Although he was the black sheep of the family, no one expected him to be the first one to end up in jail. As the second youngest of 5 siblings, he was never the brave, decisive or outspoken one – unlike the rest of them. His mama would constantly worry whether he was being taken advantage of unknowingly, and had made his older sisters and brothers promise to look after him after she would pass away. But no one had foreseen that one of Cody’s childhood friends would coax him into robbing a bank.

- or to post on some dumb social media while at it.

Cody and Randall had been caught red-handed when the police arrived at the scene. Cody had confessed to the robbery without even asking for a phone call, but the lawyers working with the community had managed to plead for a lighter sentence after submitting his communication history with Randall - which proved that Randall had been the mastermind plotting this all along. After the court trial, his sister, Mandy, had sobbingly asked Cody why he’d done it. Cody had mumbled that he thought Randall had given him a toy gun. He’d tried to give Mandy a hug on the way out, but the courtroom marshal had harshly stopped him and escorted him to the transfer bus, which brought him here. 

The man in front of him sneezed, and it made Cody miss his puppy even more - Coal always made the cutest sneeze noise of all time. He looked to his left to see the prison yard behind chain-link fences. Its gray concrete floor reminded him of expired cans of fish. The inmates formed small groups, with some big, bad-looking guys hogging the gym equipment area. A few inmates were playing on the basketball court, but most sat in the bleachers.

He remembered what he learned from some TV series - it’s imperative to establish your dominance when you arrive at the yard.

He tried to practice his tough face on the way to the registry but it was soon broken when he was hosed down. The guard smirked at him when he shrieked like a girl. 

“I was caught off guard! The water is so damn cold!” He yelled at his fellow fully naked inmates in the row. None of them even batted an eye.

Tough crowd. Cody thought to himself, unembarrassed, as he put his uniform back on. He counted his blessings; the hairdresser was not present today, and wouldn’t rob him of his majestic mullet

-

Cody was assigned to the cell in Block A. He put his temporary belongings on the top bunk as the bottom bunk was already occupied by someone else. 

“How is, emm, my roommate like? Do I get to request a change if we … don't click? ”  

“Oh, you are gonna like him. ” the guard smirked, nice enough to give a response. 

Cody let out a sigh of relief while the guard continued, “Thank him for this prime location cell - the dude on the top bunker had testis torsion and had to be treated outside. ”

Cody winced and subconsciously covered his crotch with his hands. The guard laughed loudly before striding away from the cell. 

-

Thunderstorm clouds were forming in the sky over the prison yard. Cody blinked as he was aimlessly looking for a group to mingle with.

“Hey fellas,  how are we doing on this fine day?” He tried to approach a group of men sitting on the edge of the bench. The group went silent for a second, before one of them turned around to face him and frowned, the spider tattoo on his brow bone writhing menacingly. 

Cody immediately lost the rest of his pickup-a-gangster lines. He backed off just in time before one of them swung a fist at him. Disheartened, he found a place to sit at the outdoor table area. Its peeling plastic was stabbing his butt through the thin fabric of the prison garb.

“Someone’s gonna get it today.” A guy sitting a couple of meters away from him snickered.

Cody looked over, following the other’s gaze. 

Several hulking skinheads had formed a small circle on the basketball court. Between their burly muscles, Cody caught a glimpse of a smaller man surrounded by them.

You gotta establish your dominance first day in the yard. The strong male voice from the TV show popped back into his mind. He glanced around - the guards are not far away from the basketball court - and pulled himself out of the chair before running to rescue the cornered man.

“Hey, back off!”

A dozen pairs of eyes fell on him at once, and Cody's legs immediately felt like they had been injected with butter. As he got closer, he saw that the man in the middle was completely surrounded. He had a prominent nose bridge and gleaming blue-green eyes, with some faded old bruises on his lower lip. He could be between thirty-five to forty years old but still looked reckless and young, like a teenager. He slowly blinked at Cody, looking confused.

“I said, back off!” Cody regained his confidence and repeated in a louder, firmer voice, even though no one had moved yet

The smaller man walked out of the circle towards Cody. “Who are you? Why do you wanna meddle in my business?”

“What -? I thought you were being threatened by them?”

“Them?” The man glanced around the larger men around him - they looked like small mountains next to him, but none of them dared to meet his gaze. “Oh no, they were just being very agreeable towards my business proposal. ”

“Your proposal? What did you propose to them?”

“They will give me their ice cream portions on Friday. ”

“They have ICE-CREAM ON FRIDAY? Do they have pistachio soft serve?” Cody shouted in disbelief, having rekindled his faith in prison life. A few of the guards shot them concerned looks.

“No, no. Sadly. They have chocolate and vanilla. And coffee too - but I strongly recommend you to not try it. It's pretty gross.” He said, then made several tsk sounds with his lips while shaking his head in lament.

“Alright, thanks for the tip -” Cody almost forgot what he was talking about. “What do you offer them in exchange? ”

“Exchange? What is that? ” He grinned devilishly. One of the poor guys nearby groaned in dissatisfaction.

“You gotta give back something if you want to strike a deal!” Cody said, barely swallowing the second part of the sentence - that’s what my mama told me.

“Let’s see… they will receive my protection in exchange. ”

“Protection? From who?” Cody was eager to find out who is the kingpin among the inmates.

“From me! Obviously!”

“But -”

“Don’t you see - what’s your name?”

“Cody.” Cody extended his hand for a handshake.

“Cody!” The man shakes Cody’s hand enthusiastically, yanking hard enough on his hand to dislocate his shoulder. “Don't you see, Cody, I'm the guy!”

“You are the guy?”

“Yes! I’m the guy!”

“What guy? The ice cream guy?”

“Well, that’s one way to put it… I’m the guy for, you know, safety and inside trading.”

“Hmmm… ” Cody looked around hesitantly. One of the burly guys mouthed “do it” to him. 

“Okay, but I'm going for coffee flavor on Friday. I’m 100% interested in how nasty it tastes from what you just said.”

Looking like a deflated balloon, Roy let out a loud grunt of pain.

-

As fate would have it, the ice cream guy turned out to be his cellmate. They stood awkwardly at the door; it is only large enough for one to pass at a time.

“After you…?” Cody said hesitantly.

“Ha! And let you stab me in my back? Not today!” 

“Hey, how do I get a knife on my first day here?”

“Oh! You are one of the new fishes. How’d you make them  keep the mullet?”

“The barber was not available today. By the way - I didn't get your name?” 

“You can call me Roy. Roy Miller.” 

A loud siren went off, and the prison guard hurried them into the cell in annoyance. Both Cody and Roy took a step through the door simultaneously. Cody's hip crashed into the metal door, while Roy's shoulder jabbed him in the chest, possibly leaving a bruise for the next few days.

“Oops, sorry.” Roy seemed very well-adjusted with his lower center of gravity. They eventually maneuvered into the cell sideways, chest to chest.   

-

The lights went out at 11 pm sharp.

Roy went to the bed and closed his eyes immediately. Cody had been working on a letter to his family in the corner of the room while trying to not turn around to check if Roy was sneaking up on him. His former counterpart’s testis torsion was still haunting him when he climbed into his bunk.

“Cody? Are you still awake?” Roy said softly as the guard walked away from the cell, footsteps fading.

“Hmm?” Cody hummed.

“I really like that mullet of yours - do you wanna keep it?” 

“Yes… what do you mean?”

“I stole the shaver from the prison barber.”

“You shouldn’t steal stuff. You can end up in jail. Oh, wait - ”

Roy chuckled. 

“Anyways. As I told you, I'm the guy. And I needed tools to make it happen.”

“What guy? What’s gonna happen?” Cody knew he was slow, but he now realized his cellmate clearly had some issues too.

“The guy who makes things happen. I need to get out of here by next week. I can get you out of here if you work with me, too.” Roy lowered his voice into a quiet whisper, and Cody had to hold his breath just to be able to make out the words.

“Next week? Why can’t you just wait for your release?” Cody asked.

“Hard to say. Ex-wife getting married?” Roy replied, almost a question, as if he’d come up with it out of thin air just now. 

“Hmm, that does sound urgent. But I would like to stay out of trouble…” Cody accepted the reason. He tried to relax his body and sink into the bed, but the bunk bed was so hard that his back was hurting.

“How long did they give you?” Roy asked.

“15 years.”

“Do you have any families? Children, maybe?”

“No, but I have a border terrier. Her name is Coal, and she is the cutest thing ever. I can get you a photo next time my sister visits.”

“How old is Coal?”

“She is 4-and-half-months old now.”

“That’s precious. You know a medium-sized dog usually lives between 12 to 15 years right? You might not ever see her again.”

“No!” Cody interjected before Roy hushed him. 

“As a bonus, if you rat me out, they will find the shaver I stole and shave your head in no time.”

“... And testis torsion, too.” Cody muttered.

“What did you say? ”

“The guy who lived here with you - I heard you injured him? The guard told me that.”

“Cozy up to the guards, huh? Nice move. I can use a guy like you. ” Roy’s smiling face suddenly appeared at the side of Cody's bunk, scared the living crap out of him.

-

Roy shifted away the base of the sink carefully. There was a hole about a third of a man's height behind it, not quite sawn through. Cody was in charge of warning Roy from his position at the cell door when a patrolling guard would inevitably pass by. Roy had caught Cody dozing off a couple of times and had smacked him on the head with the flat side of the saw blade. 

It took them about 2 hours before Roy finished the job. 

“Are we going?”

“What? Now? No. That’s too rushed.” Roy frowned while looking up at Cody. His hair was sticking to his forehead with the sweat from exerting physical effort for a long time. 

Cody shrugged and gave up. The smaller man stood up and staggered as if he was going to fall. Cody caught Roy and helped him ease onto the bed.

“Freak, blood circulation gave up on me.” Roy cussed.

“Good effort tonight though.” Cody squeezed his shoulder before climbing up to his bed. He could hear their next-door neighbor snoring “What’s our plan next?”

“We gotta talk to Vincent - he’s the boss around here and the only one with access to smuggled cellphones. ”

“Are you gonna trade with him with all the ice creams you have? ”

“Nah, it doesn't work on him. Can you believe it? The man is a monster. I will talk you through the details tomorrow… ”

Cody fell asleep almost immediately as his adrenaline receded.

-

“So? What does the tunnel look like?” A man from the crowd asks eagerly.

“Hmm. It was dark, damp, and creepy -”

“Nonsense! I bet you were too afraid to even step in it! ” 

“Hey!” Cody refuted loudly, setting his empty beer mug on the table. The bartender swiftly serves him a new glass in hopes to keep the audience. “I can’t tell you that for free, or you’d use it next time when you get caught by the cops!”

The crowd laughs in agreement, egging him on to tell more of his story.

[aetheternity]

Can I have your number?

Synopsis: Armin’s always being asked by shy pretty girls for Eren’s number at parties to the point where when you ask for his number he doesn’t know how to respond. (Italicized words are Armin’s thoughts.)

“Why me?” Armin shrugs his cotton blue hoodie off his shoulders. Fingers grazing over the zipper in earnest contemplation. “Why don’t they ever just go right to him?” 

“I’m sorry to be the one to break this to you, Armin.” Connie begins, finger tracing over the rim of his partially empty glass. “Well actually I’m not. You’re the approachable friend because Eren is so tall and sexy; and you’re puppy cute.” 

“Puppy cute.” Armin spits, eyes uncharacteristically narrowing. 

Sasha plucks the glass from Connie’s hand, “That’s enough outta you.” She huffs pulling the drink far from Connie’s reach. “Sorry Armin, it’s just cause he’s drunk.” 

“But he isn’t wrong.” He replies, Sasha sighs transitioning Connie’s glass to her free hand. She tilts her head apologetically. “He isn’t wrong.” Armin repeats, rolling his eyes. 

Just as he reaches for the glass he can’t stop nursing tonight; a tap on his shoulder stops him. “Hey um..” The girl in front of him is the same as the rest. Gorgeous. Small build fitted out in a white crop top and blue skirt like she was meant to perfectly match with Armin. Her hair was short barely making it to the nape of her neck. She shifted her weight back and forth as she looked up at Armin with pinked cheeks. 

“I really hate to bother you with this..” Then don’t. “Uh..” She steps back so Armin can look out at all the loud party goers and their raucous chatter. “You’re friends with him right?” 

Through the sea of people she manages to point right at Jean. His black vest over a brown tee shirt surprisingly easy to pinpoint as he chatted away with a couple of other guys. His black fingers nails lightly tapping the edges of his glass as he laughed away without a care in the world. Loose hairs of his mullet pulled back with two black hair pins while the rest of his hair was perfectly gelled. 

“Yeah.” Armin replied with a small roll of his eyes. 

“Do you think maybe.. I can have his number?” 

Armin suppresses the urge to snort. “Do you have a pen?” He asks

Sasha ends up being the one that hands one to him and he quickly scribbles Jean’s number onto a piece of paper. He hands it over and she responds with a quick, ‘thank you’ taking her leave as quickly as possible. 

“Woah.. Forgot how bitchy you can be when you’ve had a few.” Sasha giggles though unlike the girl from before Armin’s glare does nothing to sway her. 

“Did I forget to mention sometimes Jean’s girls come to me too?” He sighed

Connie had managed to grab a new glass while Sasha had fallen distracted. He lifted a bottle of vodka over the edge of the counter top, sloppily pouring a bit of it over his hand and onto the table before properly settling into an easy rhythm. 

“No more! I’m serious Connie, you’ve had enough and you’re starting to get vulgar.” She snatched the glass just before he could drink from it, pushing it far away from his grasp. 

“You bitch I have not!” He argues, it takes a second for him to register from the wide eyed expressions surrounding him just how loud and crass he’d been. “Alright I’m sorry.. please take me home.” 

Sasha nods, slapping Connie’s back as she inches him off the stool and to his feet, “Hey I know you’re tired of taking messages tonight but could you maybe..”

“Tell Jean you’re taking Connie home? Sure why the fuck not?” 

Armin sighs wrapping his hand around his own glass before it’s snatched from his palm, “You’ve had enough to.” Sasha points “Don’t you dare have another sip tonight.” And with that she’s stumbling through the crowd with Connie’s arm perched over her shoulder. 

When Armin stands he almost knocks the chair over. I didn’t think I had that much.. He thinks. He yanks his hoodie from where it’s drooping through the empty back of the chair, pushing the furniture back up when it falls on him. And when he’s properly standing he takes a deep breath, staggering toward the direction the girl from before had pointed in. 

Despite how dirty it is and his knowledge of such he rests his pounding skull down on the table upon arrival. The cool wood soothing his overly warm skin. 

“Penny for your thoughts?” Jean asks as Armin exhales gingerly 

“Shut up.” He mutters 

‘Too much bourbon I see.” Jean replies 

Armin hates it. Hates this party. Hates the noise. Hates how Jean’s nails feel so good running through his sweaty blond hair. 

“Come on, talk to me.” 

“Girls think I’m the approachable friend.” Armin replies, standing up straight using the table in front of him for support. 

“Well yeah.” Jean nods “I know but that’s just cause they don’t understand how cute, nice and charming you actually are. Those girls are missing out going to Eren when the real heartthrob is right in front of them.” 

Armin snorts, “You need to stop drinking.” 

“I figured right after I called you cute.” Jean slides his glass away turning his attention back to Armin. “ But I wasn’t lying.” 

Armin shoots up, finger out towards Jean. “At least eight girls in the three hours we’ve been here have asked about Eren. Two asked about you.” 

“Do you know the names of my two?” 

“I think it was, I don’t know and the second was I don’t care.” 

“Ouch.” Jean pressed a finger to his lip, the black nail polish accented in the strobe lighting. He pressed his chin into his palm leaning in closer to Armin. “Have you ever considered changing your hair? Maybe growing it out or cutting it more?” 

“No I-” 

The terrible clatter of glasses shook Armin and Jean from their conversation. Three girls all of whom were laughing at nothing now standing in front of them. “Hey!” One greeted 

“Hello ladies.” Jean replied back while Armin gritted his teeth. 

The girl farthest away snorted, gesturing with her hands to the girl who had spoken up to begin with. “So my friends-” She quickly slapped the third girl on the back who instantly began giggling again. “I’m sorry.” 

Jean just nodded glancing at an unamused Armin. 

“You know him right?” The first girl tried immediately covering her mouth as though she’d said something completely foul. She pointed across the room at Eren who seemed completely unresponsive to a one sided conversation with a random girl. 

“Starting to wish I didn’t..” 

“Huh?!” Yelled the third girl 

“No, no..” The second girl began “It’s just cause these two like him.” The entire gaggle burst into loud giggles. All three of them pushing their hair away from their eyes and bouncing around like small children. 

When the agitating screeching died down the second girl added “We wanna see who he likes best.” She finished 

“Is he seeing anyone?” The first girl chimed in

“Not that I know of.” Armin answered 

“Do you have his number?” The third girl asked 

“I have it.” Jean responded before Armin could even create the sentence in his head. 

Jean promptly jotted the number down giving it to the first girl who didn’t hesitate in snatching it from his hand and heading off. The second girl behind her soon followed by the only one from the group that didn’t leave their manners at home. The third girl smiling with an appreciative farewell. 

Jean made a small noise in his throat, turning back to Armin with the nail of his thumb pressed under his teeth. “Maybe you should go home?.. You know what I’ll leave with you.” 

“Jean, no offense but I don’t want pity.” 

“When do you think Eren is gonna wanna leave?” 

“I don’t know.” He huffed “I’m gonna go use the bathroom.” 

He didn’t wait for Jean’s reply just grabbed his once discarded hoodie and headed through the mess of drunk partygoers towards the bathroom. He didn’t even need to actually use it. Just wanted to be out of sight of all the stupid drunk girls vying for Eren’s affections. Not even realizing that tissue has touched Eren longer than any of them will. 

The bathroom door was closed and maybe that was a good thing because it wasn’t extremely likely that Armin wouldn’t stay in there for a couple hours after the night he’s endured. He lets out a long exhale hunting around for his phone. Blond hair sticking up as he slumps against the wall. 

“Um hey.” Armin doesn’t even bother to look up. “Is someone in there?” 

“Yup.” He grunts 

Armin notes the slight shift in the person in front of him. He looks up completely unsurprised by the fleeting glance, the hands crossed behind their back and head bowed. 

“Ok.” The girl begins but by this point Armin’s attention is redirected to his phone  “My name is Y/N, I wanted to ask you if maybe I could have your number?” 

Armin blinks expression completely unchanged as she hands over her phone. He lets his eyes roll around in his head taking the device and robotically typing in Eren’s number in contacts. When he gives it back to her she lets out a little squeak of excitement. 

“I’ll call you!” She calls before running off 

Wait..  Gears turn like clockwork in his brain. Slowly but surely the situation dawns on him. His number???? Did a girl? Particularly one as cute as her ask for his number?? 

Granted he’d only seen her for a couple seconds but she was most certainly the most put together girl that had approached him tonight. Clothes neat and tidy. No flopping around like a fish out of water at any point during the conversation. Hair done in a ponytail that wasn’t begging for release from its confines. 

And he’d given her Eren’s number.. 

Shit! 

Safe to say Armin bolted. Back down the hall, leaping up to search over the crowding heads all around. Successfully getting weird stares but that was beyond his problems at the moment. Once he’d decided that she wasn’t anywhere around he sprinted through out the door and towards the stairs. 

“Wait! Wait! Wait!” He called, hearing the sound of footsteps. 

His heart collided with his ribcage, loud stomps ensuing as he sprinted around the bend at the bottom of the staircase. She was in his sights, her head turning and eyes making contact with his and just as soon his foot slipped. Body colliding with the first stair, then the second and so on till he’d successfully finished rolling down the entire flight. Slamming into the wall with a hard thud. 

“Oh my god Armin!” She settled onto her knees, reaching out for his face. Delicate palms brushing over his sore cheeks. “Are you ok? Never mind, stupid question, let me call an ambulance.” 

Blond lashes slowly fluttered close then open as she moved to pull her phone from her pocket. “Before you do.” Armin panted still working to catch his breath. “Can I give you my number? For real this time?”  

Ok so this is unedited because I think writers block is trying to take me and I’m trying my hardest to keep it at bay. I have like 5 things in the works at the moment so I really don’t need that.       

[2jaeh]

FREAKS THE PREQUEL : TAEYONG X TEN X READER 

genre: smut, humor

warnings: poly themes, alcohol, some drug use, threesome, oral M and F receiving, semi-public, fxm, mxm, just a lot of smut related tags tbh

word count : 11,8 K 

AUTHOR SIN

Everyone had heard of you but where did the story begin ?

This is the prequel to FREAKS (Jaehyun x reader) a story of why the entire campus were almost certain that you Taeyong and Ten were in a poly affair. 

A/N: before anyone asks I will be doing a part two of Freaks w Jaehyun, I needed to get this part out first! Also commissions are open on my fiverr and let me know in my inbox what you think of this series! 

0. Prequel 

1. Freaks pt 1 

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You always wondered what it was like to fit in. Whether people rarely stared, that It didn’t matter what music you listened to or how you dressed as long as you followed the quota you were good. But four months into university made you quickly realise that it wasn’t easy making friends as people made it out to be. Being in the art department, you took notice of a few people that met your requirements but after an exchange or two the conversation fell flat and it would feel like you were back to square one.

You sat your sketchbook down on the wooden table situated at the back of the fine arts classroom and slumped into the chair waiting for class to begin. Your eyes watched every person that sauntered through those indigo doors. Hippies, wannabe tattoo artists, rich kids who took art just to prove they’re cultured, and the ones who weren’t worth remembering.

“Today we will explore life drawings so pull out the items I asked you to collect and partner up with the person seated next to you” your lecturer clapped his hands as the classroom filled with shuffling of seats and small greetings.

You turned to your left and noticed a black haired boy with a mullet cut passed out on the desk. You had seen him at a few parties but you’ve only exchanged less than a sentence with him.

Grabbing your pencil you poked his exposed arm until he groaned and stretched his arms out in front of him yawning, “Are we done already ?”

“We just started, and were partners” you faked a smile and shifted your desk closer to him.

“Oh shit sorry, you’re y/n right ?” He asked, his voice was soft and friendly. His cat-like eyes blinked cutely as he adjusted his loose shirt and turned his body to face you, “you were at Jungwoo’s party last week.”

“Oh yeah I was” you chuckled scratching the back of your head, “You…are Ten Lee, I remember your strip club design project. It was pretty awesome”

Ten’s eyes lit up at your words and you felt a sense of warmth emanating from him. It felt genuine unlike most people on this campus and you couldn’t believe it took you this long to even talk to him.

“I tend to see how far I can go before the faculty calls my parents in” he snickered and began pulling out his drawing equipment from his overly decorated tote bag. You mimicked his actions and in turn pulled out the items your lecturer had asked you to collect. Personal trinkets he said, three items that you think represented you.

You looked around at the nearby desks and noticed a lot of the same items placed on everyone's desk. Candles, AirPods, tea boxes, vinyls and anything else you would find on ‘art hoe Tumblr 101’. You annoyingly rolled your eyes as you looked down at your own equipment.

A rusty old key you had found in your room, the cigarette butt of the last one you smoked since you’d quit, and of course the grand finale, an anime figurine of a woman with boobs bigger than her head. Perfect.

“Hentai is…..your identifier ?” Ten stifled his laughter as he grabbed the figurine from your desk and closely examined her clothing, or lack thereof.

“I actually stole that from the store my ex worked at but yeah we can go with that, what is yours ?”

You watched Ten remove the items from his bag and your eyes widened at one item in particular, “dude is that a vibrator ?” You questioned and Ten grinned, holding up the palm sized gadget and switched it on briefly before turning it off and flinging it on his desk, “yeah I identify strongly with it” he shrugged.

“How exactly?” You quizzed him as the boy, still poker faced, played with the rings on his fingers.

“Vibrators pleasure people, and I do the same, there's no lore to it y/n”

“Good to know I guess” you pressed your lips together and you felt Ten tug on your arm until his lips were against your ear,

“You wanna skip and try it out in the bathroom ?”

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You had no idea what the fuck was going on but within minutes you and Ten were walking down the hall to the nearest bathroom after he explained to the lecturer that the two of you had to hand in a business assignment a couple doors down. Ten pulled you into the girls bathroom and looked under each stall until he realised you two were the only ones in here.

“What the fuck is happening right now” you walked hand in hand with him into the last stall and leaned against the cold tiled wall.

“You about to get one of the best orgasms ever that's what” Ten bit down on his lip cheekily and found the slit of your floral skirt and pushed it to the side, revealing your black laced panties on full display for him.

As Ten’s fingers slowly began making its way to your core you smacked his hand, causing him to look up with wide eyes, “What ?”

“At least kiss me first, how am I supposed to get in the…mood?” Ten chuckled at your words and raised his hands amusingly, “Okay Okay I didn’t think this would be a whole ordeal”

You rolled your eyes and pulled Ten by his neck into a deep kiss that actually surprised the both of you. Each side was filled with lust as your tongue moved against his and fought for dominance. Ten pressed his body against you roughly, earning a moan from both of you once you felt your bodies connect in the most passionate way. Kissing him was different, It completely changed the way you looked and felt about him. He went from being the cute cat boy in your class to probably one of the sexiest people you had ever met. Ten roughly bit your lip and smirked into the kiss when he felt your nails dig into his shoulder. He quickly used the opportunity to slip his hands in-between your legs which you politely parted for him and ran a finger over your core.

“Oh shit” you breathed against his lips as he moved the material out of the way and slipped his finger inside with ease. His finger moved slowly in and out of you while his lips were still attached to yours not missing a second of that mouth-watering kiss. You had no idea when his finger was replaced with the vibrator but the sensation made you break away from the kiss and throw your head back in ecstasy, not knowing when was the last time you even felt like this. The combination of Ten’s wet kisses on your neck and the vibrator completely destroying you, it was happening. The orgasm of the fucking century was approaching. You would like to believe that you were only at your breaking point because you hadn’t hooked up with anyone in a while not because Ten was this good. But he was. He was fucking amazing and this was just a taste, just an introduction to him.

Ten increased the speed of the vibrator until your legs were shaking and clasped his hand over your mouth to prevent the whole department from hearing you coming undone.

“Fuck..” You sighed, holding onto his shoulders for support as you tried catching your breath, “yeah the whole pleasure analogy between you and the vibrator….I get it.”

“Glad to be of service” Ten stuck his tongue in his cheek and began neatening his outfit before hooking arms with you and walking out of the bathroom. You already had no intention of going back to class anytime soon so the two of you ended up wandering the halls of the pristine campus, hoping the day would pass away.

“Y/n” you heard a voice call from behind you, not your favourite voice in the world.

“Fuck” you sighed and turned around, watching the tall black haired man make his way over to you. You watched a cocky smile spread across his face as he came over, his tall frame standing over you and Ten.

“What do you want Jinyoung ?” you asked, raising your eyebrow at him and folded your arms.

The boy bit down on his lip and moved his hair out of his face, “I just came to say hi y/n do you have to be so rude ?” He scoffed and raised his eyebrow at Ten, “got a new boy toy ?”

“What Ten and I do is honestly none of your business” you responded coldly, Ten immediately putting two and two together and stifled a laughter before smiling up at Jinyoung,

“Oh you’re the ex boyfriend ? Is this the one who finishes in 10 seconds ?” Tens words caught you off guard causing you to let out a chuckle and Jinyoung to shift uncomfortably in his spot. He tried his best to stay composed but his red ears told a different story.

“That’s probably someone else, you know she’s been around the block” he licked his lips and folded his arms across his chest.

“Anyway do you want something ? We gotta go back to class” you rolled your eyes and rested your head on Tens shoulder.

“Come out with me tonight, you know I always get guestlist to varsity parties” Jinyoung said and Ten waved his hand in front of his face startling Jinyoung, “I have plans with her, so maybe next time” Ten pulled you down the hall before Jinyoung could get in another word. You couldn’t help but turn back and take in his dumbstruck frame as the two of you furthered away from him and headed back to class.

“We have plans ?” You asked as the two of you slipped back into your seats and Ten propped his legs up on the table and leaned back,

“Yeah there’s a party at that guy Wooyoung's place tonight and we’re going” Ten stretched his arms above his head, “wear something sexy so I’m not standing out.”

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Of Course listening to Tens words and knowing the kind of closet you were working with it wasn’t that hard to not stand out. You opted for a cute little baby blue mini dress that was tight enough to show off your curves and a pair of holographic combat boots. Your favourite part was always getting to match your eye make up to your outfit. Drawing on an intricate design that accentuated your big round eyes almost made you doll-like.

You retrieved your phone and noticed you received a text from Ten, who had already updated an outfit pic on story. A very low buttoned down black shirt and black shiny pants that had a fucking garter around his leg ?

Yeah he was hot and the both of you knew it.

You grabbed the last of your things and made your way downstairs to Ten who was waiting at the dorm house entrance. Unconsciously biting on your lip you were welcomed by his slender figure posted up against the fence with a cigarette hanging from his mouth. He looked straight out of a movie.

“God finally….holy shit you look hot!” He whistled and pulled you into a tight hug before pulling you into a kiss and grabbed your waist. The kiss was indeed surprising even though earlier that day he was practically fucking your brains out.

His lips were soft and sweet, laced with a hint of the menthol cigarette from earlier. Ten finally pulled away and he gave your ass a cheeky squeeze before handing you his half burnt cigarette,

“Let’s have a wild fucking night then shall we ?”

Taking the cigarette from him you took a drag and blew the smoke up into the air forgetting about your sobriety and watched it disappear in the night sky, “let’s go.”

The night was cold but quite a few people were all over the residence roads, making their way to various parties or down to the bars where the rowdiness had already begun.

“Shit I really should’ve brought something to pre drink” Ten sighed and pulled out his phone.

“Who are you texting ?” You asked, trying to match his quick footsteps as yall began nearing the busy part of the street.

“Yuta, you know that tattoo guy ? He always has a bottle on him” Ten explained as you followed him into a narrow corner and saw a group of people gathered at the steps of the building.   You noticed a few people from your department hanging around but the most noticeable person was in fact Yuta Nakamoto. His long black hair, pierced ears and tatted up body was hard to miss. You got a tattoo from him once and it almost ended with him making out with you on his work desk.

But that was a story both of you agreed to forget.

“Ten and y/n, weird combination but I’m not really surprised, what’s up ?” Yuta grinned and handed Ten the bottle of vodka while pulling you into a quick hug.

“Yeah it’s called matching each other’s energy” Ten winked at you and took a shot of vodka straight out of the bottle before handing it to you. You eyed the clear bottle up and down knowing your kidneys were screaming at you right now but fuck you hated walking into a party without a slight buzz going. You took the bottle and took a shot before wincing at the bitter taste and the fiery sensation that was now running down your throat. “You ready ?” Ten grinned holding out his hand and you placed your hand in his, nodding a thank you to Yuta and his friends before entering the chaotic party.

There were people of all kinds inside. Some from your department, some from God knows where. All you could see were lingering eyes on you and Ten as you stepped inside. Some people made it obvious that they were staring, hoping that maybe you’d strike up a conversation with them. Others just peeked and gossiped amongst their friends as they stared at the outfits that you and Ten adorned.

“What else do you expect from people who sleep around with drug dealers” you and Ten overheard a girl say as the two of you made your way over the kitchen for drinks.

“Drug Dealers ? Geez that’s the first” Ten scoffed and sifted for a cider in the cooler.

“None of that bothers you does it ?” You smiled, intrigued as the cat-eyed boy barely noticed a few people checking him out from behind the counter.

Ten handed you a drink and leaned up against the counter taking a sip of the cold liquid before shrugging,

“Why should I let it bother me ? It’s not like their lives are interesting that I want to fit in with them, I mean their lives revolve around talking shit about me” Ten giggled and took another sip of his drink.

His confidence was extremely attractive and his words resonated with you. It made you wonder if maybe you thought too much about it at times even though you didn’t care to conform to society norms of an average varsity student. Hanging out with Ten for just one day already gave you more life, more energy than anyone prior in your university. Ten wasn’t hesitant to show you that he felt the same way either. To him it was fate that he had sat next to you earlier today because he finally found someone worth keeping his attention.

“There’s something about you y/n I just feel like we get each other” he scratched his head and looked over at you, “it’s so easy just hanging out with you without feeling so fucking drained.”

“I feel the exact same way, like don’t get me wrong I like hanging out with the likes of Yuta and that guy Hendery in our class, but it’s different with you”  You grabbed Tens hand and he squeezed your hand tightly,

“Here’s to tolerating only each other.”

You and Ten toasted and downed the last of the cider before heading to the dance floor filled with people who either despised you or wanted to be you.

As the two of you danced it felt like the room was moving in slow motion, the mixture of the smoke filled room to the loud music and alcohol in your system made you feel euphoric. As you danced the night away, you had no idea when you and Ten had separated on the dance floor but a sudden tug on your arm snapped you out of your daydream to face a harsh reality.

Jinyoung.

“Please leave me alone” you groaned as he wrapped his arms around your waist and placed his mouth against your ear,

“Baby I’m sorry when are we going to put all that shit behind us ?” He groaned, slipping his hands to your sides and squeezed gently.

“You cheated on me asshole did you forget ?” You shrugged out of his grip and pushed by the bodies of people trying to make your way to the backyard for fresh air.

The small garden was filled with people having intimate conversations and someone throwing up in a bush at the back. Normal house party shenanigans.

You rolled your eyes when you noticed Jinyoung had followed you out already trying to put his hands on you once again. “Would you stop ? Why don’t you run after the girl you had in your bed when we were together” you spat and headed for a bench.

“You know what, keep resisting, that’s why your ass is sitting here alone” Jinyoung retorted and pushed his way back into the party.

You groaned and sat on the empty seat far away from the party, finally able to hear yourself think and breath in fresh air. You were about to slip back into a calmer state when you felt someone drop in the seat next to you and as your thoughts expected it was Jinyoung, it ended up being a boy you had never seen before.

“Hi, sorry I didn’t mean to startle you” the boy said, his big round eyes sparkled under the night sky. His body was petite like Ten but he was broader in the shoulder department and had the most innocent face you’d ever seen.

“Oh it’s not a problem” you replied, still taking in his striking features. The boy brought a small metal flask to his lips and took a shot before offering the drink to you,

“It’s tequila” he smiled and you mouthed a thank you before shooting back a bit of the drink and handed it back to him.

“I’m y/n….I haven’t seen you around before” you quizzed as the boy set down his flask and ran his fingers through his blonde hair.

“I’m Taeyong, I’m actually new here” he replied and wet his lips with his tongue, “I’ll start in the art and design department on Monday.”

“I’m in that department, well welcome to hell” you grinned and held out your hand. Taeyong grinned and took your hand in his and gave you a firm handshake before scooting closer. As much as you convinced yourself he had the most adorable and innocent face you’d ever seen, there was a hint of mischief in his eyes.

“I just came here to get drunk and get laid but like everyone’s looking at me weird” Taeyong goofily laughed and you joined in, “can’t help you there, I’ve been in that position for a few months now” Taeyongs eyebrows raised at your words and jumped to his feet, holding out his hand for you to take,

“We both have nothing better to do so let’s get wasted.”

You and Taeyong set up a couple shots and downed everything in one go, not bothering about anyone around you or what they had to say. Taeyong was hilarious, his face was animated as he talked which made you laugh, something about him drew you in like a moth to a flame.

The two of you went from casual talk to dancing together and you didn’t mind the closeness, especially when he danced so fucking well against your body. You had no idea when it happened but Taeyong had spun you to face him while the two of you danced and your bodies were practically merged together as Taeyongs lips inched closer and closer until you felt him practically getting dragged away.

“Yo what the fuck man” Taeyong shouted as Jinyoung had a fist full of Taeyongs shirt and escorted him outside. A few people pushed past you to see the commotion before you processed what the hell had just happened.

Making your way through the curious crowd you watched as Taeyong and Jinyoung squared up in the middle of the garden for everyone to see.

“What the hell are you doing with my girl, man ?” Jinyoung shoved Taeyong who stumbled back, the alcohol not helping his balance in any way. You rushed toward them as Taeyong found his footing and pushed Jinyoung right back, he was definitely way stronger than he looked.

“Jinyoung I’m not your girl you moron” you snapped and tried to stand in front of Taeyong before things got any worse.

Jinyoung scoffed and took a step forward, challenging you but you stood your ground even though your head was spinning from the amount of alcohol in your system.

“You’re defending this nobody ? Y/n you’ve really hit rock bottom now haven’t you ?” Jinyoung said, loud enough for every person to hear. This was one of his traits that you hated most.

Gaslighting.

When Jinyoung knew he had lost you it resulted in insults, manipulation, making you feel like you needed him more than he needed you. But it never worked and it drove him insane.

“Hey it’s not her fault she decided to drop the dead weight in her life” Taeyong shrugged and took a step forward, “don’t worry I’ll make sure she gets satisfied in any way she wants.”

Before you could even respond Jinyoung swung at Taeyong, hitting him right in the jaw before two other men stepped in and held him back. You rushed over to check on Taeyong who instead of showing signs of anger or pain, was laughing.

Laughing with a bruise on the side of his jaw, unphased by what had just happened. Jinyoung muttered curses as the guys dragged him away from the garden and the crowds of people finally dispersed, unsatisfied with the lackluster of the fight.

“Are you okay ?” You sighed helping him up and took him to the side of the house where it was more secluded from the public. You shone your phone light to get a better look at his bruise and Taeyong winced at both the sudden light and the throb from the hit.

“I’m fine I’m fine, it’s really okay” he chuckled and leaned against the wall pulling you with until you were inches away from his face.

You had no idea why, especially considering you just saw him get hit in the face, you leaned in to kiss him. Whether it be the alcohol or the adrenaline from the fight you just found Taeyong to be so goddamn hot in this moment. Taeyong moaned into the kiss as he slipped his tongue into your mouth and massaged circles on your lower back. Your lips moved against his slowly and passionately, smirking into the kiss when he bit down on your lip cheekily.

“God there you are”

Your kiss quickly broke when you heard the high tone of Tens voice and he made his way over to you and Taeyong.

“What the hell happened, I heard that idiot Jinyoung was harassing you again and-“ Tens eyes turned to Taeyong against the wall and pointed to him with his index finger, “who the heck is this ?”

“Uh this is Taeyong, he helped me with the Jinyoung issue” you scratched your head and Taeyong half waved at Ten before clutching his jaw.

“Uhm okay” Ten pressed his lips together, “let’s go back to my dorm I’ve had enough of these Neanderthals...Taeyong you can come too.”

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The three of you finally arrived at Ten’s dorm in silence. You and Taeyong shifted awkwardly in the middle of Ten’s bedroom, not knowing exactly what to do. Looking around you noticed Ten had an eye for interior design. His furniture was quite outlandish for a dorm room yet it was surprisingly homey.

“God please sit or do something you guys are making me uncomfortable” Ten groaned, kicking off his boots and discarding his shirt. Taeyong opted for the office chair near Ten’s desk and you took a seat at the very edge of Ten’s single sleeper while he lay on his back next to you on his phone.

“You guys like sushi ? I'm feeling for sushi” Ten hummed scrolling through a food ordering app completely oblivious to the awkwardness that still sat in the room.

“Sushis good” you nodded,

“Yeah I don't mind either” Taeyong added but winced when he felt the sharp, still very prominent pain in his jaw.

“Ten you got an ice pack or something ?” You sighed, jumping off the bed and rummaged through Ten’s mini fridge. “Yeah right at the back” Ten replied, still trying to place his order for the late night meal. You retrieved the ice pack and knelt down in front of Taeyong who smiled shyly as you placed the ice pack over his swollen jaw. Taeyong silently thanked you for your kindness and applied pressure to his jaw as you decided to take a seat beside his chair, to make him feel a little more comfortable in your friends bedroom.

“Okay” Ten threw his phone aside and sat up to look at the two of you with inquisitive eyes,” yall gonna tell me what happened here ?”

“Well I lost you on the dancefloor and Jinyoung found me” you began, Ten already rolling his eyes at the sound of Jinyoung’s name,

“I went outside and Taeyong approached me, he’s going to be starting at our department on Monday and he didn't know anybody, so I offered my friendship in a form of alcohol and having a good time” you smiled and Ten scoffed.

“Jinyoung saw you guys just drinking and decided to rearrange his face ?” Ten raised his eyebrow, he definitely knew there was more to it considering the two of you were sucking each other's faces off in a dark alley.

“Okay so we were quite close, and honestly does Jinyoung need any other reason ? He wanted to punch you this morning” you groaned.

“Yeah but I was literally fucking you in a bathroom stall with my vibrator y/n”

Taeyong’s eyes widened at Ten’s words and looked between the two of you frantically, “Wait you guys are together, I mean hooking up ? Why did you kiss me ?” he questioned while Ten just laughed it off and turned on his bluetooth speaker.

“Chill, we're not together you can have a little relationship if you want to” Ten smirked, stretching his arms above his head, “honestly if you wanna hook up now I like watching.”

“God shut up, and none of us want a relationship. We just got there to have fun and Jinyoung ruined everything” you groaned, leaning your head back against Taeyong’s leg as he finally returned to tend to his bruise.

“All this aside do you guys mind if I hang out with you ? you’re honestly the only fucking normal people on this campus” Taeyong pouted and you and Ten shared a quick glance before grinning from ear to ear.

“Okay he’s cute I get it” Ten sighed and held out his hand to Taeyong, “I'm Ten, y/n and I only started hanging out this morning, neither of us have close friends on campus and frankly everyone finds us annoying, welcome to the club.”

Taeyong smiled cutely and shook Ten’s hand, setting down his ice pack and got to his feet, “Well i'm Taeyong, I too don't give a shit what people have to say about me, I like doing whatever I want with whomever I want and I'm pretty sure after tonight people aren't gonna like me either, so I guess i'm in.”

Before you could even say your part to this little club initiation your phone began to blow up with message alerts and story updates from practically everyone on campus tagging you in a specific video.

“What the hell is going on ?” you frowned as you opened instagram and noticed that the account that everyone was tagging you in was a burner account with a few videos and two pictures. Ten and Taeyong stood on either side of you as you opened up the first video and noticed that it was taken in the hallway earlier that day with you and Ten linking arms. The second video was at the party, you and Ten dancing with each other and the video cutting to you and Taeyong dancing together. The last video on the account was a blurry video of you and Taeyong making out and Ten walking in, with the ending obviously being the three of you leaving together.

“Why is this account posting videos of us ?” Taeyong asked, noticing that he too was tagged by people who he didn't know at all. Ten pulled up the account on his own phone when the account refreshed and a new post appeared, this time it was text only.

“It's probably Jinyoung I’ll just call him and-”  You were cut off by Ten grabbing your phone and tossing it on his bed, “dude what the hell ?” you protested but Ten silenced you with his finger.

“This is garbage right ? like what do our lives and how we live it got anything to do with any of these assholes ?” Ten bit down on his lip and looked between you and Taeyong, “They are so obsessed with us, wondering if the three of us are fucking right now ? really ? well let's give it to them.”

“You want the three of us to fuck ?” Taeyong quirked his eyebrow, his large eyes still hazy from the party.

“I want them to believe we are!” Ten grabbed Taeyong by his shoulders and looked back at you, “any publicity is good publicity. We get to be ourselves and we get to piss people off for free.”

“Would be pretty funny to see all of this blow up in Jinyoung's face honestly” you agreed, and Ten’s face lit up before moving his attention back to Taeyong, “What do you say pretty boy ?” Taeyong scratched his head and shrugged, “All this pretending and I don't get any action here ? doesn't feel like a win at all” You tried to hold in your laughter as Ten groaned at the blonde boy’s words and held his face between his hands before pulling him into a kiss, you watched Taeyong’s tense shoulders finally drop as he leaned more into the kiss and wrapped his hands lightly around Ten’s waist.

Ten pulled away and swiped Taeyong’s lips with his thumb, smiling at the doe-eyed boy, “we will have to make it convincing right ?”

“Okay im in” Taeyong smiled brightly and the three of you held hands in the middle of the bedroom, sharing mischievous glances with each other, anticipating the fucking whirlwind of chaos that was about to hit the campus.

“Good, well I guess the only thing left to do is upload our first post of the official poly club” Ten smirked and pulled the both of you onto his bed. Ten sat in between you and Taeyong and turned on the video mode of instagram stories. First he showed his face then turned to you, pulling you into a soft sensual kiss before moving to Taeyong next to him and did the same. After breaking the kiss with Taeyong, Ten nudged you to move over to the other side of him, putting you right onto Taeyongs lap. Ten focused on the two of you as you lifted Taeyong’s chin with your index finger and bit down on his lip, slightly pulling, teasing him as he brought his hand up to wrap around your neck. Ten zoomed in as you and Taeyong shared a very scandalous kiss for everyone to see. Your tongues darting in each other's mouth while the music drowned out your subtle moans.

“Done!” Ten chirped and uploaded his story, making sure to tag the burner account in every single clip. There was no going back now and every moment of this escapade excited you. The comfort you felt around Ten and Taeyong was something that you’d been craving for a long time. As cheesy as it was to say, and especially since it was only Day One, they felt like your soulmates.

“Man I fucking love this campus” Taeyong threw his head back and groaned while you and Ten burst out laughing.

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Monday quickly approached and as soon as you and Ten stepped on campus all eyes were on you. It gave you an incredible sense of confidence and you had no idea why. Heads turned with every step, everyone was whispering as the two of you walked hand in hand through the hallway keeping your head up high and not giving a shit about anyone. Taeyong was waiting for you guys at the end of the hall, adorning a buttoned down printed shirt and ripped jeans that snatched his waist in the right way. Taeyong was leaning against the wall with a lollipop in his mouth and dark sunglasses while everyone who passed him did a double take.

“Hey babes” he smirked and placed a kiss on your cheek and Tens before joining your walk towards your first class for the day.

It was so surreal going from everyone ignoring your existence to every single person watching the three of you, anticipating what was going to happen next. You found your seats in the middle of the lecture, giving everyone the best possible view of course. The professor cleared his throat to get everyone's attention and Ten tried to stifle a laughter as the people who stated they didn't give a shit about you guys clearly paid a lot of attention now.

“Give them a show bestie” Ten whispered in your ear before gesturing to Taeyong who sat on the other side of you, slumped down in his seat with his legs spread apart deliciously. You nodded and slowly reached over to Taeyong, caressing his thigh and he bit down on his lip while keeping his eyes on the lecture slides in front of him. You noticed two guys shuffling behind you and one pulled out his phone, waiting to record the next escapade of the campus’s new favourite stars.

You danced your fingers up Taeyong’s thigh and inched closer to rest your hand on his crotch as his breathing hitched. Leaning forward you made your movements less suspicious to the professor and everyone around you except the camera that was now focusing on your actions. Taeyong sunk further in the chair awaiting for you to quit teasing him and touch him where he needed you most. You obliged to his needs and palmed him through his jeans and you heard the guy behind you curse under his breath as you began rubbing Taeyong’s member. It felt so fucking powerful to do whatever you wanted after being so cautious on this campus for so long. The ironic part was all that shit about you being notorious on campus was a fucking lie. No you weren't a saint but you were not sleeping around every other day since you hated about 90% of the people that attended the university. Now with that burner account claiming to know more about your sex life than you did, what was holding you back now from doing what you wanted ?

Taeyong undid the button on his jeans and pulled down his zip enough for you to slip your hands inside his pants with ease. A gasp from Ten made a shiver run down your spine, coming to your senses that you were giving Taeyong a handjob in the middle of a 10am lecture.

“Shit he's walking up” you chuckled and pulled your hand out of Taeyong’s pants and quickly pretended to be involved in your studies as the professor began walking around the room. Taeyong groaned loud enough for most of the front row to turn around and look at him in annoyance.

“Is something wrong Mr Lee ?” The professor raised his eyebrow as Taeyong quickly redid his pants and hid his prominent boner from his professor.

“One of the questions is a little….hard” Taeyong groaned while you and Ten covered your mouths trying to hide your laughter.

The professor shook his head and went on his way as you and Ten watched Taeyong struggle with his boner for the next thirty minutes of the class. Finally the lecture wrapped up and as soon as the three of you made your way to the hallway you felt Taeyong tug on your arm and began leading you into the girls bathroom, into the nearest stall. A few girls in the bathroom frowned at Ten sauntering into the bathroom straight after, setting down his bag on the counter and began fiddling with his hair.

“Uh this is the girls bathroom ?” a girl snapped, folding her arms and made eye contact with Ten through the mirror.

“So what ? I saw a vag before love, and just because i'm a guy doesn't mean I want yours” Ten shrugged and the girl cursed and stormed out of the bathroom. Meanwhile your mouth was practically merged with Taeyong’s as he pressed his still very hard member against your stomach and nibbled on your bottom lip.

“Was giving me blue balls for thirty minutes worth all of that ?” Taeyong growled as he grabbed your ass roughly, causing you to moan in his mouth. “I'm sorry baby let me make it up to you” you purred and dropped to your knees while Taeyong braced himself against the ceramic wall for what’s to come.

You undid Taeyongs jeans and pulled it down along with his boxers, allowing his member to spring free still hard as ever. You looked up at him, eyes big as you began stroking him slowly before spitting on his tip in order to lubricate him.

“Fucking hell” Taeyong yelled.

A girl on the outside jumped at his words and looked back at the stall then looked at Ten, who was just waiting on the two of you.

“Exam season huh ?” Ten pressed his lips together as the awkward girl quickly dried her hands and rushed out of the bathroom as soon as possible.

You began bobbing your head on Taeyongs member, fully taking him until he reached the back of your throat causing you to gag. Taeyong marveled at the way your plump lips wrapped around his tip, he couldn't help but grab your hair and slowly pull you off him just to take in the sight of your messed up lipstick. You gave him a cheeky smirk before locking your hands behind your back and giving him full control of his movements. Taeyong took full control, his dark eyes narrowed and he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth before thrusting inside of you at a rapid pace. You felt your throat burn at the way he fucked your mouth rapidly but it turned you on so much that you waited until he finally came inside your mouth and you swallowed every bit of him. Taeyong pulled you to your feet and kissed you passionately, his tongue tasting remnants of himself.

“Thanks baby” Taeyong cooed in your ear before exiting the stall, stuffing himself back into his pants while a few girls looked at him absolutely horrified. You followed him, neatening your hair and washing off your mouth and borrowed a lip balm from Ten.

“Had fun you two ?” Ten smirked, leaning against the sink as you and Taeyong made yourself a little more presentable before making your way out of the bathroom. Upon exiting the three of you  noticed the two guys who were filming in the lecture room quickly run after you.

“Don't we get the ending to what went down in the lecture room ?” the one boy snickered like an immature school child as his friend kept the camera on the three of you making your way out of the art department block,

“She swallowed, the end” Taeyong threw his arms around both you and Ten leaving both boys dumbstruck at his words.

You playfully nudged Taeyong who just shot you a cheeky smile as you made your way to a little bench under a willow tree. This was where you usually sat on your own, when you didn't have the energy to socialize with the rest of the art students. Now, it felt a little more complete with Ten and Taeyong accompanying you.

“So my lovelies there's this afterparty happening after the final football game of the season next month” Ten said twirling his ice coffee in his hand as he took in the afternoon sun.

“What do you have in mind ?” you crinkled your nose as you sifted through your unappetizing salad in a box.  

“Okay so you guys heard of Onlyfans right ?” Ten looked between you and Taeyong.

“That site that pays for nudes and shit ?” Taeyong quizzed and Ten nodded brightly and leaned in, “I was thinking let's capitalize a bit of this leading up to the party” Ten responded and pulled up an invitation on his phone,

“The afterparty is being held at Jinyoung’s frat house, him and his idiotic friends are making people pay in order to decorate their football recreational room or some stupid shit like that.”

You took a closer look at the invite and rolled your eyes at the ridiculous pricing, as if their parties were worth going to anyway. Jinyoung was incredibly full of himself and he knew a lot of people worshipped him on campus thanks to his parents being higher ups and the poster boy for the football team. Going for his pride, knocking him where it hurts would be fucking bliss.

“We open an onlyfans, nothing too scandalous but it's gonna get people interested enough to pay forward and we use that cash to host our own party on the same night, free entrance of course” Ten continued and already started setting up the OnlyFans account.

“We should make the party crazy as hell too so nobody would resist coming over” Taeyong added and began going through his contacts, “there's this guy called Seungyoun, he’s a fourth year and knows that DJ from that enigma club from downtown.”

“That's perfect, and we will get Yuta and his tattooist buddies to do temporary sets for us, also my friend Chaeyoung in fashion can help with decor” Ten squealed, already messaging whoever he can.

“My friend Hendery has...uh happy pills if you're interested” you mentioned, knowing that everyone knew Hendery on campus for selling shit, not strong stuff but able to keep you going for a good amount of time.

“Yes! Anything to create hype and watch those preppy idiots sit in an empty house come game night” Ten replied and showed off the OnlyFans page he attached to his instagram account.

“Okay, so what now ?” Taeyong’s large eyes looked between the two of you.

“Now” Ten threw his phone in his bag and got to his feet, “we go back to my dorm and take some naughty pics.”

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“I don't think my ass looks good in that” you whined as you got off Taeyong’s lap and took a look at Ten’s camera viewfinder. Taeyong grumbled, sitting in nothing but leather pants on Ten’s office chair, “your ass looks great trust me” he smirked and reached to pull you back onto his lap.

“Come on, just a few more then you can take pics of Taeyong and I” Ten pointed his ring light where Taeyong had a grip on your ass that adorned very pretty pink lingerie. After a few more angles and more compromising positions, Ten finally got what he needed and handed you the camera,

“Make us look cute” He winked and pulled Taeyong to his feet.

“What are we gonna-” Taeyong’s words were cut off by Ten shoving his hand down his pants, “okaaaay” Taeyong pressed his lips together as you began snapping pics of the two of them.

They were so beautiful to you. Every picture you snapped looked better than the last and they needed no direction at all, just enveloped each other with their ridiculous sexual energy, filling the room with their pheromones.

“Done, you guys look sexy as fuck” you purred earning a kiss from Taeyong who was obviously horny from the entire ordeal, but when the fuck was his dick not hard.

You felt yourself being tugged away and Taeyong whined when Ten handed the camera to him and pushed you down to lie on his bed. You felt a shiver run down your spine when Ten positioned himself between your legs and moved his body down until his face was level with your core.

“Taeyong, stand above y/n and shoot down from this angle” Ten instructed to which Taeyong obeyed and his shadow casted over you.

Ten leaned in and kissed you softly on your mound as the room echoed with the camera shutters and your deep breaths. You desperately wanted to run your fingers through his hair but you’d only ruin a perfect shot. It was agonizing but you had to stay still while Ten had his way with you.

Ten moved the piece of fabric to the side and peppered kisses all along your inner thigh and around your core. You were unable to see his face thanks to Taeyong hovering over you but you pictured that smug smile spread across his face as you restrained yourself. You sucked in another deep breath when you felt his tongue dart out and take a slow lick before placing his mouth on your mound and ate you out like an expert.

“Fucking hell” you sighed as you felt his tongue inside you, exploring every part imaginable. You could tell the scene was getting to Taeyong too, as he stood there one hand on the camera and the other hand on his hardened member, watching Ten eat you out.

“Did you get the shots ?” Ten suddenly said, pulling away from your core as you squirmed out of protest.

“Uh..yeah I did,” Taeyong muttered, still staring down at your legs spread wide apart and his member practically screaming through his restricted pants.

“I hope you're not planning to wrap this shit up right now Ten” you groaned, reaching your hand down to your core in order to finish what he had left off.

Ten snickered and slapped your hand away, “of course my lovelies, I never quit a job halfway.” Ten gestured for Taeyong to stand next to the bed while he inserted a finger in you, causing you to moan his name out loud. As you got accustomed to his finger you managed to sit up a little and watched as Ten rubbed Taeyong’s boner through his pants. God you had never been in a situation like this before. How the hell did you get so lucky, meeting two men willing to fuck you and each other.

Ten entered another finger inside you as Taeyong undid his pants and Ten’s mouth was pressed against Taeyong’s member while pumping his length. Taeyong’s eyes were on your figure as he moaned when Ten took him fully in and his fingers were now destroying your core.

“God im so close” Taeyong whined and Ten slowly took his length out of his mouth and looked up at him and then down at you,

“I think you should cum on y/n, she wants it” Ten licked his lips and looked at you with hooded eyes.

“Y-yeah Taeyong….just do it” you squirmed as Ten’s fingers slowed down, holding you back from your orgasm.

Taeyong uttered a few curses and Ten quickly returned to pumping his member until he was at his breaking point. Ten removed his hand from Taeyong and gave you his full attention, attaching both his mouth and three of his fingers inside of your core. Taeyong stood over you with dark eyes as you reached out to run your hand down his exposed thigh.

Taeyong grunted as he released, you felt the warm liquid all over your stomach and breasts while Ten was still recklessly fingering you until you had one of the craziest orgasms of your life. You couldn't process when Taeyong had pressed his lips to yours and Ten had left to get tissues for the mess the three of you made.

“That was some content our viewers missed out on” Taeyong sighed, still trying to catch his breath. You chuckled and went over to the bathroom to quickly shower off the mess and returned in Ten’s oversized shirt, taking a seat between the two of them in bed.

“Okay I uploaded a few previews and linked the onlyfans subscription link” Ten announced as he uploaded three of the explicit versions on the paid side of Onlyfans, “we will get a notification when someone has subscribed and our earnings are on this page.”

The three of you sat, mouths dropped open as you watched subscription after subscription start to fill the page. The comments were flooding in too, and someone even left a hefty tip in a matter of minutes. Ten switched to the earnings page and the account was already sitting at a triple digit.

“What the actual fuck” you gasped as more people began visiting the page and your followings on instagram began skyrocketing.

“This was way easier than I thought it was” Taeyong marveled, also noticing many people start dming him on instagram.

“Well Jinyoung and his goons wanted a party, well here’s the party of the fucking century” Ten smirked and hi5ed the both of you as absolute chaos ensued all over social media in real time.

Just like that in the next couple of days the three of you were watched by the entire campus. It was like Jinyoung wanted. To show the campus that you were notorious, and nobody should get involved with any of you. But that's where his plan was flawed.

Every single person on the campus besides his legion of preppy followers were obsessed with the three of you and craved more. Despite the onlyfans pictures containing no nudity, people still subscribed, they still tipped, they would do anything to see more.

It was in the middle of the afternoon and Ten had confirmed the account had garnered enough money for the party. It had been about three weeks since the very first post on the onlyfans account and now the account stood at a staggering 850 subscribers, each paying for the monthly subscribed content plus tipping generously from time to time. In the midst of all of this the three of you were also preparing for the party that was going to be held on the big day. Taeil, a friend of Taeyong's, allowed you to use his frat house for the event since it would look good for student rentals later on. Yuta and his friends prepared alcohol and a temporary tattoo station to appease drunk girls to get matching tattoos and frat boys to bet their friends to tattoo a dick on their faces. Chaeyoung, Ten’s friend from fashion completely transformed the house into an instagrammable masterpiece, channeling one of those fancy hollywood parties that nobody could ever get into. Seungyoun, the fourth year who was friends with a lot of musicians and DJs from downtown spread the word on campus radio, letting everyone know about Ten’s huge announcement that was about to happen Tuesday afternoon, 2:30PM.

“Alright you thirsty hoes, I see you all made it” Ten said into a karaoke microphone he found from God knows where. Ten got up on the table in the courtyard, standing in front of a huge crowd of students who quickly gathered ready for the grand announcement that was the talk of the town for the last week now.

“We would just like to say that we're so grateful for all your support on our….craft and in order to honor that, were going to host the best party of the fucking semester” Ten shouted while people cheered from the front all the way to the back of the crowd.

“If you look at the link under Ten’s instagram bio, it should take you to a little preview of what’s in store come saturday” Taeyong explained, leaning into the mic while the crowd murmured in confusion.

“Saturday after the big game ? Isn't Jinyoung having a party that night ?” someone in the crowd said followed by more confused chatter.

“That's right, I am having a party after the game” Jinyoung said, moving through the crowd accompanied by two of his frat members and sneered at the sight of the three of you,

“What ? Are you guys planning an orgy or something for your onlyfans ?”

“If you want to suck my dick all you gotta do is ask Jinyoung” Taeyong mused and a few people giggled while Jinyoung shifted uncomfortably and gritted his teeth.

“Listen, you freaks are not having a party on the same night as me” Jinyoung spat and took a step forward, “save yourself the embarrassment of nobody showing up and cancel it.”

You approached him slowly, chuckling darkly as he watched your fingers dance up his arm and up to his jaw, caressing his cheek, “Sweety are you threatened ? You're afraid everybody is gonna ditch your little frat party and come to mine ?”

Jinyoung tried keeping his cool while you stared up at him, playing with him like a little toy in front of everyone to see.

“Are you afraid if people come over i'm going to hook up with everyone who gives me attention ?” Jinyoung avoided your eyes when you recited the words he wrote about you on that burner account. You smirked up at him when you noticed how he still wasn't man enough to own up to his actions.

“Well, our party is FREE by the way” you continued, stepping away and now addressed the crowd in front of you, “So if you’d rather go over to Jinyoungs then go ahead, but if you wanna come play with us…”

You walked up to Taeyong and gave him a sloppy kiss as he grabbed your ass in front of the entire campus to see, “we will see you Saturday night.” The crowd cheered and Jinyoung growled, taking one more glare at you before storming off with his frat boys away from the cheering crowds.

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It was D day and everyone who helped with the party gathered in the kitchen, drink in hand and took a final glance back at the rager that was mere minutes away from opening up.

“I can't thank you all enough, actually I did, with all that onlyfans money” Ten stuck his tongue out and Seungyoun whistled while everyone clapped.

“No but seriously, thank you guys….revenge never felt sweeter” you smiled and Hendery put his arm around you as you leaned into him, “if nobody shows up well more for us!”

“Cheers, freaks¨" Taeyong yelled and Ten nudging him in his abdomen,

“Really ? I'm pretty sure Jinyoung’s little nickname for us isn't a compliment” Ten rolled his eyes playfully.

“Its a compliment to us, fuck it im a freak and proud of it” Yuta raised his glass, and a few others joined in.

“Fine Freaks club it is, cheers everyone!” Ten raised his glass and everyone clinked glasses before downing their respectful drinks.

It wasn't long before people began pouring in, it wasn't a large number but it was still something. Most people were from the music and arts departments, and you noticed a few girls from your business lecture drop by as well.

“You think the rest all went to Jinyoung ?” You bit down on your lip as you and Ten monitored the crowds of people while having a drink.

“Maybe ? doesn't matter though, our party is way cooler” Ten shrugged and threw back his drink, “but if you really want me to pull one last move hey just say the word.”

You looked over at the black haired boy and frowned while a cheeky smile spread across his face and he pulled out his phone. You watched him text a few paragraphs and slip his phone in his back pocket before returning to his drink.

About 20 minutes later Taeyong emerged from the crowd to join the two of you in the kitchen, a confused look spread across his face.

“What's wrong ?” you quizzed him.

“Some of those basketball guys are here, they brought over like fifty more people” Taeyong pointed to the entrance and you and Ten watched the guys who the campus worshipped next to the football team enter the party, followed by their fangirls and whoever else wished to be in their presence.

“What the heck did you do ?” your eyes widened as the small party now turned into a whole fucking campus rager.

“Oh I told Johnny Suh that I'd give him a lap dance in front of everyone if he came over with his friends” Ten smiled, waving at the tall brown haired boy with a goofy grin spread across his face.

“Johnny Suh ?! as in the captain of the varsity basketball team ?” you were still confused as to how and when Ten had started talking to one of the most popular guys on campus.

“Yes him, now if you would excuse me, I have a deal to seal” you and Taeyong watched Ten down his drink and make his way over to the lounge where Johnny stood excitedly.

Ten spoke to the DJ and the DJ had the crowd clear up the center of the room while everyone exchanged confused glances as to what the hell was about to go down. Ten placed a chair in the middle of the room and pushed Johnny’s large frame down until he was seated, legs apart and that goofy smile never leaving his face. His teammates whistled as Ten used a piece of cloth to cover Johnny’s eyes, and took off his belt in order to retrain his hands behind his back.

“I gotta give it to Ten, he sure knows how to put on a show” Taeyong wrapped his arm around your waist as the two of you watched Ten fuck around with the captain of the basketball team.

The room was filled with flashing lights, everyone recording the moment as Ten gave Johnny the lap dance he was promised. Johnny slumped in the chair allowing Ten to grind into his hips, and you're pretty sure if the music wasn't so goddamn loud the whole campus would've heard Johnny moan in Ten’s touch. Ten ended it off with a cheeky kiss and untied Johnny, whose face was absolutely red as all of his friends cheered them on, all of them attacking him with hi5s.

That definitely sealed the deal, because after a few uploads of the clip, almost everyone was at your party and Jinyoung’s was most likely empty right now. The party was so big that people were on the street, everybody having the time of their life.

“We did it” Ten threw his arms around you and Taeyong as you stood on the balcony, overlooking the party from above.

“Yeah, we really did” you chuckled and sighed deeply, “I wish I could look at Jinyoung’s face right now.”

“Oh you didn't see ?”

You and Ten turned to Taeyong as he pulled out his phone and scrolled through his gallery. You and Ten burst out laughing when a video of Jinyoung sitting in his empty estate with a few of his preppy friends looking absolutely miserable.

“Fuck thats brilliant” you leaned your head on Ten’s shoulder, completely satisfied with how the night turned out.

“Hey you guys wanna go back to my dorm ? I'm kinda over this” Ten yawned and placed a peck on your forehead.

“You wanna leave your own party ?” Taeyong scoffed, shoving his hands in his pocket.

“This” Ten gestured to the three of you, “This is my party, let's take it back to my room.”

You and Taeyong both obliged and without anyone knowing the three of you escaped the party and made your way over to Ten’s dorm room hand in hand. Upon entering Ten threw off his shirt and kicked off his boots and Taeyong did the same, the two boys grabbing alcohol from the mini fridge and set them up on Tens desk.

“Oh by the way I have something” your words had both the boys turn to face you and you held out your hand, holding three small blue pills,

“Hendery gave them to me, Its not that strong and the high will only last for an hour or two but fuck its good way to end the night off right ?”

“I'm in” Taeyong grabbed the pill and handed you a drink, the three of you washed the pill with beer and Ten switched on a playlist before joining you and Taeyong on his bed.

“I know we've only known each other for like 2-3 months now but I fucking love you guys” you sighed, running your hands through your hair and looked between the two boys.

“This group, us, was the best thing that ever happened to me” Taeyong replied, “you two whores mean the world to me.” “Very sentimental Taeyong” Ten chuckled before reaching out to caress your cheek, “I love you too babe, both of you, were soulmates, if like the devil decided to link people together or something.”

The three of you chuckled and the laughter quickly switched to Taeyong rubbing Ten’s thigh and looked over at you with dark eyes. You had no idea if it was the drug, or the alcohol but there was a desperation within you. Grabbing Taeyong’s face, you pulled him into a sloppy kiss, and quickly switched to Ten, giving him the same energy as Taeyong pushed your shirt over your head and sucked on your exposed skin.

Ten unclasped your bra and massaged your breast as Taeyong kissed the other, each boy stimulating you in the best way possible. Taeyong growled and tossed you onto your back, pulling your skirt off and began sharing a passionate kiss with Ten who was already down to his boxers.

Once Taeyong pulled away from Ten he moved on top of you, grabbing you by your throat and rubbed his hips against your core, the friction sending you into a frenzy. Your thoughts were so focused on Taeyong you had no idea when Ten had got on his knees beside you and began kneading your breasts and rubbing his length with his free hand.

“Who do you wanna fuck first ?” Taeyong growled in your ear that made you so wet you had no fucking clue who you wanted, you just needed someone inside of you at this moment.

“I think it's fair if I go first, I've waited long enough” Ten smirked and switched positions with Taeyong who jumped off the bed to get rid of his pants.

You watched Ten’s dark eyes take in your body, and his beautiful body looked so fucking alluring under the dim lighting of his bedroom. Ten rid you of your soaked panties and wasted no time in inserting two fingers in your wetness.

“Baby girl has been waiting for this for a while huh” Ten purred while Taeyong grabbed your jaw, pulling you into a kiss before making you sit up enough for his member to meet your lips. Just as you took Taeyong in your mouth Ten had already replaced his fingers with his member and began thrusting into you at a rapid pace.

“Oh fuck” you groaned as Taeyong guided your movements on his member with a fistful of your hair. All three of you were so in tune with each other, rough when needed to be and delicate straight after.

As Ten fucked you he leaned forward enough for Taeyong to bend down and meet his lips, the two of them sharing a dirty kiss while they fucked you senseless. Ten pulled away from Taeyong and rammed into you until you came all over his member. “Come on open wide” He mewled and pulled you up and shoved his length in your mouth until he came, making you swallow every bit of him.

“Get on top of me” Taeyong demanded and you did as he said, climbing on top of him and sitting on his length. Taeyong let out a groan, finally feeling you around his length and you felt Ten sit behind you, his hands cupping your breasts as you bounced on Taeyongs member.

“You think you can take both of us ?” Ten whispered in your ear and his request somehow made you wetter than you already were. You had only tried it once, but never in a situation like this. You quickly nodded and Ten caressed your body, leaving sweet kisses all over shoulder and neck before jumping off the bed to rummage in his closet.

Taeyong, not knowing or caring what was going on, carried on slamming himself inside of you, his nails digging into your ass as you rode him like a pro.

Ten returned with what you assumed to be a bottle of lube and bent you over slightly, making sure his touches were careful and delicate. Taeyong finally caught on and slowed his pace despite almost being at his orgasm, in order to make the process easier for you.

“If it's too much just let me know” Ten pecked your cheek and inserted a finger inside your ass, the new sensation was odd but extremely satisfying. Ten continued lubing you up while Taeyong stroked your thighs and made sure your body was relaxed in their care.

“I'm ready, just do it, I want to feel both of you already” you whined and both boys cursed at your words, each anticipating this new experience.

Ten inserted himself and gave you a moment to adjust to him and Taeyong, before slowly moving his hips, keeping his touches light.

“Oh God that feels so good” you moaned as Taeyong picked up his pace and the both of them began fucking you at the same time, something you always wished would happen eventually. Ten returned to his roughness and bent you a little more, allowing Taeyong to lean up and capture your lips, his tongue entangling with yours as the new position only got him back to chasing his raging orgasm.

“Fuck im gonna cum” Taeyong groaned, slightly mad that he couldnt hold onto this feeling any longer.

“You wanna cum inside her mouth ?” Ten asked in between his grunts as he felt himself also reaching his second orgasm.

“No I wanna cum in yours” Taeyong replied darkly, and Ten’s thrusts stopped abruptly to look down at Taeyong.

“Well...fuck okay” Ten finally said and pulled out of you, allowing Taeyong to move to the side of the bed while Ten flipped you on your back and inserted himself in your core. Taeyong stood on the bed for Ten to get better access to his length as you screamed Ten’s name who was quite literally destroying your core at this point.

Taeyong yanked on Ten’s hair causing him to slow his thrusts and you watched the delicious sight of Taeyong slipping his length into Ten’s mouth and Ten swallowing every bit of him. It was quite possibly the hottest thing you'd seen in your life. Ten wiped his mouth as Taeyong slowly pulled out of him with a groan he returned to slamming his hips into yours. “I'm so close Ten” you groaned as Ten crouched over you, allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist as he brought both of you to your climax and let out a huge sigh when he finally came undone with you following shortly after.

“How much money do you think we would've made on onlyfans for that ?” Ten breathed as he collapsed in the bed next to you and Taeyong crawled on your naked body, resting his head on your chest as the three of you tried to catch your breath.

“Probably enough to drop out” Taeyong hummed, his eyes drooping as he made himself a little more comfortable.

“Yeah but hey it's time to end the notorious onlyfans account now don't you think ?” your eyes shifted to Ten who nodded at your words and got up and grabbed his phone from his desk,

“Tae-Ten-Y/N onlyfans era has now come to an end, thank you everyone who tuned in” Ten said, falling back into bed and showing the account that was now deactivated.

“Kinda surprised you are willing to end the onlyfans era Ten, this doesn't have anything to do with Johnny Suh now does it ?” Taeyong raised his eyebrow and you also joined in, looking at the black haired boy with curious eyes.

“Maybe,” Ten sighed, rolling his eyes as you and Taeyong mimicked kissing sounds, “Ugh anyway, they have a game next week, I want you guys to come with.”

“Fine, i’ll ask Johnny how it felt to taste my c-”

“Shut up Taeyong.”

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ONE WEEK LATER

“I have no idea what the hell is going on but Johnny is so hot” Ten sighed as the three of you sat in the bleachers of a varsity basketball game.

“Athletes are not my type these days” you shrugged taking a bite of your corn dog, watching Taeyong play some game on his phone.

“Oh shit they're almost there” Ten pulled you to your feet as the crowd all stood up around you cheering on the varsity team as the time began running out. You watched Johnny run across the court and throw the ball to a boy with chestnut coloured hair, and upon receiving the ball, the boy threw the ball straight into the hoop at the last second, taking his team to victory.

“Fuck….who is he ?” you gulped, as his teammates carried him on their shoulders and his lips curled into a tight grin, showing off a beautiful set of dimples.   “That my dear friend” Ten patted your shoulder, “That's Jung Jaehyun.”

[babyboywilson]

take me away, a secret place

Kiss #12 - Sneaking away to a hidden corner to share a secretive kiss.

college!au

50 types of kisses masterpost. Also posted on ao3.

Dean's fingers danced across the inside of Cas' wrist under the table as they sat opposite their friends in the library. Cas looked up from the corner of his eye, giving Dean a shy smile before looking back down at his textbook.

“Why is writing essays like pulling teeth?” Charlie sighed, dropping her head down onto her laptop.

“Because they personally like to inflict torture with mountains of research,” Benny replied, snapping his book shut with a loud thump.

Dean had to agree. For the fact this was ‘English 101: Intro to Literature’, the essay for their final project felt more like a senior year assignment than a freshman one.

One semester of English and Dean had found himself a group of lifelong friends. And one roommate who he was crushing on. Well, maybe more than a crush. More like the shy beginnings of a relationship. He and Cas had only been together a week, but they were trying to keep things quiet until after finals.

It might be more under wraps if Dean could keep his hands to himself. But he couldn’t stop himself from reaching out and tangling his fingers with Cas’.

Dean’s attention was snapped back to the conversation when Ash spoke up from the other end of the table. “It’s not that bad. Maybe if you’d picked topics you actually cared about, you wouldn’t be complaining,” he said distractedly, trailing his finger over a line in one of the textbooks before typing something.

Dean shot Ash a look of pure betrayal. “You’re officially no longer part of the inner circle.”

“I think we should take a break without him. The cafe is doing half-price coffees in preparation for finals,” Jo said, pulling out her wallet.

“I’m so down for that,” Charlie echoed, flashing a sly grin at Jo that made Dean think there was something going on between them. Maybe he and Cas weren’t the only ones with a relationship on the DL.

“I’m in,” Benny agreed, firmly closing his laptop.

Just as Dean was about to voice his own agreement, Cas gave his hand two quick squeezes under the table. A secret signal they’d invented a few days ago. Kiss me.

“You know what, I actually need to find another book on Renaissance literature," Dean said, glancing between Cas and the aisles of books. "Do you think you can help me, Cas?"

Cas nodded, attempting a serious expression even though a smile danced across his lips. "Yeah, I know a couple books that might be useful.”

Pulling out his own wallet, Dean grabbed $10 and slid it across the table towards Jo. “Get us our usual,” he said, nudging Cas’ shoulder before standing.

Benny hesitated before pulling out a few bills of his own. “I’ll stay behind and watch over our stuff; since Mullet Boy wouldn’t notice if a hurricane tore through here, let alone if someone stole our laptops.”

They all looked over at Ash, who was completely clueless to the conversation happening around him. “I honestly can’t tell if he’s the smartest one here or the most oblivious.”

Dean shrugged, nudging Cas’ foot with his own as Cas sidled up next to him. “Questions the world may never have answers to. See you all back here in ten minutes?”

“You got it.” Charlie picked up the money and followed Jo out of the library, their arms brushing as they walked.

With a nod to Benny, Cas followed Dean into the shelves of books. As soon as they were around the corner and out of Benny’s eyesight, they both fumbled for each other’s hands at the same time; fingers linking and palms brushing.

“You’re sure about this?” Dean asked as Cas tugged him through the rows. “Anyone could see us.” Not that he minded. He wasn’t hiding the fact he was bi, nor was he embarrassed to be seen with Cas. But waiting until the right moment to tell their friends about their newly discovered relationship was definitely a conversation that needed a night of celebratory milkshakes at the local diner.

Cas half-turned to face Dean and gave him a dazzling smile. “Do you trust me?”

“Of course I do,” Dean said without any hesitation.

“Just through here,” Cas guided, tugging Dean by their joined hands into an alcove between the bookshelves.

“What’s this?” Dean asked, taking note of the shrouded darkness and the convenient cover between two angled shelves.

“A hidden corner I found a few weeks ago. Perfect for a secretive kiss or two,” Cas said, nudging Dean back against the wall and leaning in until their noses brushed. “Been thinking about your lips for the last hour,” Cas whispered.

“Well shut up and let me kiss you then,” Dean muttered, looping his arms around Cas’ waist and tugging him even closer as he melded their lips together.

Cas instantly sighed against his mouth, leaning up on his toes in order to close the gap between them. Dean tilted his head, catching Cas’ mouth at just the right angle to have them both weak at the knees.

A little stuttered whine slipped from Cas’ lips, and Dean quickly darted his tongue into Cas’ mouth to swallow the breathy sound. After a moment of brushing his tongue against Cas’, Dean pulled back with a quiet shushing sound. “Gotta be quiet. Library, remember,” Dean murmured, but he didn’t give Cas a chance to respond before he was chasing him into another kiss.

It was all still so new between them; slowly learning the shape of each other’s mouths and what made the other gasp into the kiss.

Shifting his grip, Dean slipped one hand up the back of Cas’ shirt as he licked along Cas’ lower lip. Cas quickly deepened the kiss in response, sliding his knee in between Dean’s legs and pushing his hand between Dean and the wall in order to grasp at his lower back.

Dean let out a quiet gasp, slowing the kisses down. Time seemed to slip away as they made out, mouths breaking apart and crashing back together.

It wasn’t until Dean’s phone vibrated in his pocket did he finally tear his mouth away from Cas’. In the dim light, his gaze caught sight of reddened spit-slick lips, and he quickly darted forward to chastely kiss Cas again before pulling away.

Clearing his throat, Dean hit the answer button as Charlie’s name flashed across the screen.

“Coffee’s going cold. Are you and Cas coming back or did you get lost in the maze of books?”

“You’re hilarious. We’re on our way,” Dean said, quickly hanging up and dropping his head back against the wall. “We gotta go.”

Cas huffed, sneaking in a simple closed-mouth kiss to the corner of Dean’s lips. “Should probably pick up a Renaissance book on the way back.”

“I don’t think I’m going to be able to focus on this essay again; not when I’m going to be thinking about this,” Dean muttered, trailing a hand over Cas’ hip.

“Maybe I could tempt you into getting some work done if I drag you back here in an hour,” Cas teased, pressing their foreheads together.

“God, yes,” Dean grinned, sneaking in one final kiss before nudging Cas back. “Let’s go. I want that coffee.”

By the time they made it back to the table with a book in hand, the coffee was lukewarm and their lips were still swollen from kissing. If their friends noticed, they didn’t say a word. Except for Charlie, who threw Dean a conspiratorial wink from her seat next to Jo.

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The glass bottle thumped onto the floor as Denki started to spin it. The majority of class 1A sat in a circle, attempting to play spin the bottle.

“Why do we have to play a game that was made for middle schoolers?” Bakugo puffed, clearly angry that he was included in the childish game.

You rolled your eyes. Everyone was used to him being an ass, especially since the whole class 1A was moved into the dorms, but you’d only recently been swapped into the class for Mineta and weren’t down for getting screamed at a thousand times a day.

You’d bit your tongue for the whole day, attempting to be nice to the fiery blonde, but you were over his attitude. “If you don’t want to play, then get out. Everyone else is too nice to say anything but i’m not.”

Garnet eyes snapped into your direction. How could you have just said that to him? Everyone is supposed to be afraid of him.

“The fuck did you just say to me?” Bewilderness laced his tone, but his eyebrows narrowed into a death glare.

You matched his features, nostrils flaring and you scoffed. “You heard me, hot hands. Get the fuck out if you don’t want to play.”

Deku was the first to try and lighten the mood. Having to always be the one with no confrontation. “Hey Kacchan, y/n, it’s okay. Let’s just play.”

Sero smirked. Cellophane was entirely focused on his career. Hero work and studies filled his brain at a nonstop rate, but as he saw you argue with Bakugo in such a passionate way, he could tell there was so much more to you than what meets the eye. Ever since you came into the class, you were a mystery and just as hot headed as the blonde, which peaked the tape hero’s interest.

Mina and Denki nodded along. It did upset you how much everyone played to Bakugo’s game of attempting to be scary. He was all bark and no bite and you want to prove it.

“I’ll go first. Since it was my idea and all.” Mina chimed over the whole ordeal, seemingly to have on effect on her.

Her small pink hand clasped around the bottle and gave it a gentle slap. It tottered around in a few uneven circles before landing onto Kirishima.

Her pink skin tone began to flash a hot pink, the blush creeped onto her neck and face, spreading all the way to her ears. Mina had been your bestfriend through the past couple weeks of adjusting and she had shared her feels on the crush.

No one was for sure how Kirishima felt. He seemed nice to everyone, how would anyone know the difference? But when Mina began to crawl over to the crimson haired male, he smiled before placing their lips together. And even holding it too long to just be for a stupid game.

Kirishima smiled giddily. “That was surprising.”Was his response before taking his own turn.

The bottle didn’t quit turn into a circle as much as it ran away, running into your legs and staying trained onto Mina, who sat beside you cris crossed.

Mina gave you a huge grin, the plan had worked. She knew Kirishima couldn’t resist her now, knowing how soft her lips were and how good she smelled. They shared another kiss before Mina sat back into her spot.

“Y/n, you take my turn!” The powder pink female spoke beside you.

You gladly accepted her offer. Placing the bottle back into the middle, where it originally was and gave it a small nudge into the spinning of a circle. It gently stopped onto the mullet man himself. Sero. Mina knew you didn’t particular have a crush on anyone in the class, but still, she would have paired you with him.

Sero had confessed how much of a puzzle it was to try and understand you. He wanted to either do something about you running through his mind or totally forget about you. He thought this was the universe sending him a sign.

You crossed the small circle dragging your knees across the hard wood floor to meet the dark eyes of Sero. He was clearly high, but when wasn’t he? He admired how you managed to be so sexy without even trying.

“Why hello.” He looked down at you, engulfed into your eyes. They wrinkled trying to understand what he was thinking. You gave him a small giggle of nervousness before placing your lips onto his.

It was a foreign feeling but it was nice. What was even better was the smell of his cologne mixing with the exotic and thick smell of weed sticking in an invisible atmosphere around him.

It wasn’t a very steamy kiss but it was only a peck. When you pulled away, you could tell something in his eyes changed.

But you didn’t let it bother you, as you went back to your spot, seemingly unaffected by the stare of a certain black headed male in your direction for the rest of the game.

Sero told Deku to take his turn. Making it seem like he didn’t want a friend to be left out, but in reality he didn’t want to think about kissing anyone but you. He’d never thought about anything more than a platonic friendship with you. So he decided that not taking a chance would be best but a nice gesture brought treachery to the whole group of friends.

Deku’s turn was an unfortunate mistake, leaving his new kissing partner to be the one and only hot headed Kacchan.

After mumbling curse words and making everyone’s life hell Bakugo agreed. And a few pleading sentences to have the ability to live from Deku, they both kissed. You smirked seeing the same reaction that came from Sero happen to Deku.

It was something that changed the air for all four of you.

It was too bad that midnight had came so fast, because the game was over. Something in your heart made you frown at the thought. Was it the fact that you wanted to kiss Sero again? or that you wanted your bestfriend to hit it off with the insanely sweet and pure future hero? The world may never know, because you hated change.

Even more than that, you hated getting close to someone and letting your guard down. You were perfectly fine with how everything had been unraveling.

You retired to your dorm, kissing Mina’s cheek goodnight, expecting to see her in a few hours anyways when she planned to climb into bed with you. It had become a custom of nights when she couldn’t sleep or had nightmares, she would sneak into your bed and cuddle until she feel asleep.

You’d just pulled off your pajamas; leaving you in only your bra and panties. A few minutes later, the lamp was turned off and you had gotten comfortable under the abys of blankets when you heard a small knock come to your door.

A groan escaped your lips. Why couldn’t Mina just sneak in like usual? Maybe she forgot something?

It was pitch black, which lead you to the decision of turning the lamp back on and heading to the door. “What is it Mina? You could have just came in like usual.”

Embarrassing. That is all you could form in your brain. This was the most mortifying moment of your entire life.

Sero stood leaned up against the door frame, shocked eyes full of surprise. The iris’s kept looking you over, head to toe, over and over again.

As your mind finally realized what was happening, you slammed the door in his face. It was a race to find a long t-shirt to throw on that at least covered most of your body.

You were sure when you were to open the door, Sero would have been gone but to your astonishment he was still standing in the same spot, only a shadow of a smirk on his lips.

“Uh.. I thought you were Mina. What’s up?” The awkwardness and shame was thick in your voice.

Sero thought it was adorable how your cheeks had powdered with a blush, but damn he could keep that imagine burned into his mind for the rest of his life. “I wanted to talk, but I didn’t know you had already gone to bed. We can talk in the morning.”

His lanky build turned away from you, bringing your eyes to his black jeans hugging his hips and his round ass.

“Sero.” The name rolled off your tongue before you could understand why you didn’t just let him walk away. His eyes burned into yours, wondering what else you had to say. “Come in. I’m already awake.”

He smiled a giddy grin before walking into your messy room. Clothes, papers and shoes polished the carpet, making him admire how you seemed to be so put together but your bedroom obviously showed you weren’t.

“I think it’s pretty cool that you bite back at Bakugo when he starts his bitch fits.” His voice trailed, like he didn’t get to the part he wanted.

“He’s a dick and I hate how he thinks he is better than the rest of us.” Honesty leaking in your words, practically screaming in the undertones.

Sero chuckled. “I also thought it was cool of you to kiss me.”

“Cool?” You questioned, clearly confused.

“You didn’t have to but you did anyways.” He answered taking a few steps across the room, watching for objects lying in the way.

You smirked. You knew exactly what he was doing, he wanted to make it seem like it had been your choice, not his. “Whose to say that I didn’t need the game to suggest I needed to kiss you?”

“Then why haven’t you?“ Sero interrogated, moving even closer to you. His breath fumed over your face and down your neck.

You knew he wanted you to give in first, to show that he had a hold onto you. “I don’t want to get close to you or I’ll break you.”

“We don’t have to be close to fuck.” Sero dipped his mouth to your ear, caressing the shell, while running his tongue over the cartilage. “I won’t fall if you won’t.”

You looked into his eyes, seeing the lust take over and making them darken even more. Your lips found his ear, kissing behind it, before dragging your tongue down his neck, slowly.

“Fine, have it your way.” You breathlessly responded before kissing his lips.

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