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[little-boyyyy-blog]

i forgot!

alessia russo x reader

when alessia meets the one just for her she makes sure she the right one before showing her off. even if there was really no doubt. well. besides your college. but you got her to forget about it for a while.

“are you a model?” you asked the blonde girl that you had been shameless watching move throughout the paris night club you were currently in. people were swarming the bars, leading to arms laying across a sticky counter with debit cards in hand and very close proximities.

a surpsied expression to your bold question came from the girl, her moving her ear away from your lips with a tint to her cheeks that wasn’t there before. you could swear.

“a footballer actually. are you?”

alessia was automatically attracted to you. her eyes genuinely scanned your body painfully slow as her eyes filled with a obsession

“basketballer actually. aren’t you competing?” alessia peaked up at the more familiar accent, she knew she had heard it before. leaning forward towards the american stranger, enjoying her memories of the united stated

“my nation didn’t qualify. but innit that funny, i went to school in america?”

“what a shame. i’d love to watch you play. shame it wasn’t at duke either, i would have seen you before that. i know that for sure.”

“and you lost me there. you were doing well too” you watched as disinterest comes across her face at the mention of your alma mater. not like it mattered to you, the footballer in front of you was all your mind was interested by.

“i never said i hated unc” you had to yell for her to hear, pulling her closer to you by her waist as another body tried to squeeze behind her.

“that’s because it’s the best in the country”

“in my country?”

“your country.” her smile came back, bringing a burn deeper in your stomach. the bartender swiftly dropped off both her drinks and yours. “vos cartes.” you don’t know what came over you; because it definitely wasn’t logic when your hand came on-top of alessia’s as she tried to start a tab. it was early in the night and you were still on a contact in the lowest paid league in america; but you had no problem treating the girl you were admiring for the night.

never had you thanked you agent more for sponsorships.

“mets toutes ses boissons avec les miennes ce soir. tout ce qu'elle obtient, je l'ai” the bartender nodded to your fluent french and turned away without hesitation; only taking your card.

“put all her drinks in with mine tonight. whatever she gets, i got”

“what did you just do? also i thought you were from america? you sound great. ”

“i gotta make my money somewhere, you went to america for experience no? just stay around for a while so i have something to look forward, remember to come say bye too.”

the sharpness to you, your undeniable looks, the free drinks.. how could she say no?

“i just might have to, and who do i come looking for?”

“you’ll find out if you come back. what’s you’re name?”

alessia’s eyes rolled at your secrecy, but bit her lip in enjoyment. she knew she’d be coming back, how couldn’t she. just look at you.

“alessia.”

“less these were out front?” leah announced as she entered alessia flat; confusion being noticed on the kent natives face until her eyes caught onto the pink peonies that we beautifully arranged for her.

leah carried them in carefully; not glancing to hard at them before handing them off. “theyre beautiful”

she would have kept an eye out front for them if she knew they were coming, but she never knew when you’d send them.

her cheeks when flushed and the pink in those flowers were so similar that you had secretly dedicated those flowers to her.

“oh my god, i didn’t hear a ring. thank you le.”

“who gave you those?” a question that gone unanswered.

alessia hadn’t spoken a word about you to her teammate. you were too good to be true in her mind; she didn’t want to ruin that before anything could actually happen.

quickly plucking the card off the floral pick and walked causally into the kitchen. “oh my those are beautiful less, who sent them?”

“someone from the states.” she slipped the card away into her back pocket before the overbearingness of the arsenal women’s team started.

“ohhhh”

“a college fling?”

“how many times have they’ve sent them?”

less pressed her lips together to hide the ever small smile from crossing her face. “once or twice.”

“oh my god!”

“a man sent those??”

“ay dios mío..”

the room continued with the chatter of who they may believe it to be. but surprisingly the room had two silent watchers. ones that alessia noticed instantly.

alessia felt as lotte watched her throw away the same peonies, now a week old. she felt emily watching as she cleaned the vase and put it in a cabinet. a cabinet with definitely more than one or two similar vases. emily would count on at least 7 or 8.

but of course they already knew that the american would have to be someone new to alessia.

they were alessia’s bestfriends at her time at unc; and they knew she spent her time there as a stepping stone to make it where she is now. meaning she was focused, studious, and committed to soccer while there. she wasn’t at unc to date, she was there to become better.

but alessia wasn’t stupid. her eyes meet with lotte’s and emily’s, giving them the look to please keep quiet for now. and that’s what they did. because they didn’t care that much.

well they did. but they knew if they pushed they’d never know. and trust. they wanted to know so badly that they were willing to wait.

alessia didn’t know why people cared so much if it didn’t involve them; but what she did was learn was that people will always want to know too much.

the spotlight makes you learn that damn last.

and as the flowers became a second thought to the arrival to the skipper, that gave alessia an escape from the attention to do something she couldn’t wait to do.

excusing herself to the bathroom from her guests once the timing felt right. her heart beating as she already pulled out her phone from her back pocket to text you a ‘thank you’ for the flowers as she walked through her flat.

pressing her back against her own bathroom door as she locked it. pulling out the card that was placed in the flowers from her back pocket so fast it may have ripped a corner. rubbing her thumb over the similar words as those that have brought her ease for the past 7 weeks.

i bought these flowers the same night i bought your ticket. you’ll be here in a week and these should last you til then. ill spend my days waiting for you until then. xo

you had finally made your way back with lunch for the two of you and less couldn’t hold back her excitement. she had jumped into your arms the second you had entered the apartment, giving you no time but to catch her. and that’s what you did. “finally”

holding her up against you with one arm as you held onto the food bag in your other, you walked the both of you into your apartment. letting the front door close and automatically lock as you walked you both into your kitchen. placing her and the food down on the counter before quickly placing a kiss to the british girls lips.

“hi hun” you whispered against them as she snuck her hand up your shirt, leaving a comforting and warm hand on your side. in a way to remind you she was real. a reminder you were grateful for as you looked at her longer. “hi baby”

“i got us our last american meal for a bit”

“enjoy your messy burger because you obviously can’t live without one for two weeks.”

“that’s why i got it obviously..” you rolled your eyes back at her, “you know you talk a lot of shit for someone who likes being in america”

“that’s because you’re here.” alessia had sent butterflies to your stomach ever since the moment you had met her at club. and over the months you had gotten to learn her; you had learn that her comments like those. meant something. not only to you; but her too.

“is that why you had me push back your return flight?”

“are we not going to mention how you bought yourself a ticket to come back with me” a teasing smile on her lips.

“no we’re not”

your phone rang on the counter taking you both out of your moment together; her eyes moving subconsciously to see who it was. and when she read another woman’s name she automatically sat up straight and let her hand quickly fall off of your waist.

alessia couldn’t help herself. as much as she’d love to say she hadn’t been looking for a red flag in you. she knew she had to be right about you being too good to be true in her mind.

“hey what’s up?..”

and honestly; for a good second. she couldn’t believe her eyes when you picked up your phone so nonchalantly infront of her, answering the call from the girl with not a second thought to you.

“..damn. no i can’t watch tuck this weekend; im going out of town with less..”

but of course she was being dramatic.

of course you had been telling everyone about alessia.

you had been treating her like your girlfriend since the moment she had arrived and alessia loved it. but never admitted it.

a small smile cracking out from your lips and a sly wink was all alessia needed for her cheeks to become that signature pink and her forehead to come planting on the center of your chest.

and as you ended the call and pulled her head away from your chest. there was that light smile still on your lips “jealous over a dog”

all alessia wants to do is kiss that smile off your face too. “it was the girl; and so what about it?”

“you’re all i want less”

“no way. you’re not dating her less.” emily stood firm in alessia apartment. another wide smile coming across your face as you knew why. a laugh coming out after alessia looked at you crazy.

“what?” you stood in the center on alessia living room in a pair of her arsenal shorts and an college college hoodie.

“emily i’ve told her” you had met emily before due to emily’s time in the nwsl and you’re continuing friendship with her u-19 national teammate tess boade.

“told me what?”

“she’s a blue devil?”

“what?” lotte quickly pipped in as if you had killed someone.

“she went to duke? are you kidding less? how could you fall for the rival.”

“oh my god. i forgot.”

“are you actually doing this right now? baby i told you the night we met?”

“i forgot!” alessia exclaimed.

“what do you mean?! how could you forget?”

“she was buying our drinks and she was looking really nice, i guess it just flew right over my head that night!”

“god less you’re kidding.”

she wasn’t. and maybe the enemy wasn’t so bad after all.

[keikikait]

Hi!

I loved Home Movies so I was wondering if you could do another Steve smut. Something where he gets jealous and gets really rough with the reader?

Thanks!

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if you want to read my other steve smut, click here!

pairing: steve harrington x f!reader (au (but still the 80's), but both are early to mid 20's)

word count: 3.3k

summary: you wouldn't actually go out with jason...would you?

warnings: SMUT WARNING 18+!, friends/coworkers to lovers, jason is a shithead, VERY SLIGHT reader x jason, dom!steve, sub!reader, p in v, birth control is not mentioned but is implied (wrap it b4 u tap it gang), use of the word 'slut' once, cunnilingus for a second, nipple play, steve can get kinda rough, SLIGHT orgasm denial, creampie, cum eating mention (?), not proofread

a note: i don't think i slayed with this...

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It was an abnormally quiet Friday night.

You sit at the counter of Family Video, making paper stars out of a McDonald's straw wrapper, waiting for either a customer or for the clock to strike 10pm so you could finally close. Whichever came first.

Steve walks around the store, sweeping up quite literally nothing, just trying to find a way to kill the last 15 minutes before close. He had already faced the VHS tapes, restocked the candy, and put away the returns. Part of him wishes he just didn’t do it all so quickly.

“Where is everyone?” Steve finally breaks the silence, leaning against the counter, setting the broom against it. “I thought it was Friday night.”

You shrug. “Maybe at the game.”

Steve scoffs, propping himself up on his hands. “Who would pick spending their Friday night watching a basketball game over watching a movie? I mean, A Nightmare on Elm Street 2: Freddy’s Revenge just came out last month!”

You sigh, folding over the strip of paper, continuing to craft your star. “Maybe they don’t want to watch a horror movie in December.”

Steve groans, dramatically leaning against the counter again. “Save me from this boredom, please, pretty girl. I just want to go home.”

The door opens and the bell dings.

“Hi, welcome to Family Video.” You both say simultaneously. 

You look over the counter, pushing on your elbows to see around the shelf. Jason Carver lazily walks in, hands shoved in his letterman’s jacket pockets as he glances around. You immediately lose interest, sitting back down on the stool. You start to work on your paper star again.

“Hey man, what's up?” Steve greets Jason casually, leaning back against the counter. All things considered, they were friendly with each other. They were old teammates in high school, after all. He glances at the clock - still ten minutes left until closing time. “What happened to the game?”

Jason shrugs nonchalantly as he approaches the counter. “The game ended early and now everyone's heading to the after party.” He pauses, glancing between you and Steve. “You guys coming?”

Steve frowns slightly, looking over at you, still engrossed in your origami project. “Uh, I'm not sure yet. Might head home, actually.”

Jason raises an eyebrow. “Really? Passing up free beer and babes for a night alone? That's not like you, Steve.”

“Yeah well…” Steve trails off, shrugging. Jason’s gaze shifts to you. He leans on the counter, tapping his hands on it. 

You sigh, sitting up straighter. You hated these stupid fucking barstools. “I’m not going either, Jason.”

Steve’s eyebrows raise as he leans closer. “Oh yeah? Got plans tonight, then?” His tone was curious, but there was something else there…jealousy perhaps?

No. Of course not.

You shake your head. “Nope, just not feeling up for it. I’m tired.” You look back down at the straw wrapper, continuing to fold it. You were almost done.

Jason scoffs, tapping the table. “Well, that’s shitty. The hottest girl in our entire college is sitting my party out. What’s the world coming to?” Your nose scrunches slightly. You already didn’t like Jason, but the way he was talking about you was leaving a sour, vinegary taste in your mouth.

You sigh, rolling your shoulders. “It’s not my scene, Jason. You know that.”

Jason stares at you for a moment, taking you in. He wasn’t admiring you, he was looking at you hungrily. “Come on, sweetheart. Not even for me?”

“Not even for you,” You say. “Parties just aren’t my thing.”

Steve frowns at Jason's comment, crossing his arms. "Dude, come on. Don't be a creep." He glanced over at you, trying to convey sympathy through his expression.

Jason laughs, waving a hand dismissively. “What? I'm just inviting her. No need to get all defensive.” He turns back to you, smirking. “You know, if you change your mind, you're always welcome at my place.”

“I appreciate the offer,” you reply dryly. “But I think I'm good.” You finish folding the straw wrapper into a tiny star and set it aside, trying to find something else to do. Anything to avoid looking at him.

Jason turns his attention back to Steve momentarily. “You know, Nancy’s gonna be there.”

That causes Steve to tense up slightly, his jaw clenching. “She is?”

“Yeah, man.” Jason says. “Heard she and Byers are taking a break. This is your shot, man.”

Steve clears his throat, trying to play it cool. “Yeah, I guess I might swing by for a bit then. Do you think I could convince her to get back with me?”

“Yeah, dude, totally.” Jason says, picking up the star you made. He rolls it between his fingers. “She’ll be all over you before midnight. You know, I heard she still wears underwear with the days of the week on them.”

Steve chuckles, standing up from the counter. “She wasn’t when she was dating me.”

Something in your stomach twists at the idea of Steve getting back with Nancy. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Nancy, you did, you just thought they were over. You thought that you and Steve were starting to feel something for each other, always sending each other flirty glances during your shifts. He even called you ‘pretty girl’. Apparently you were wrong.

You press your lips together. Might as well shoot your shot with Jason, right?

“You know what, Jason?” You suddenly interject, leaning across the counter. “Maybe I do wanna go.”

Steve looks surprised at your sudden change of heart, raising an eyebrow. “You do? I thought you weren't feeling it…”

Jason grins, tossing the star back onto the counter. “Told ya, Steve. My parties are where it's at.” He leans closer to you, your faces almost touching. His breath smells of menthol cigarettes and Pabst Blue Ribbon beer, and you dig your fingernails into your palms to stop from gagging. “You wanna come with me, baby?”

Gross. “Yeah, I’d love to.” The lie flows off of your tongue quickly. 

Steve watches the exchange between you two, a mix of confusion and disappointment on his face. He places his hands on the counter. “You want to go with Jason? Of all people? You don’t even like Jason.”

“I’m right here, man—”

“Maybe I like him now.” You cut Jason off. “You don’t know me better than I do.”

Steve scowls, clearly unhappy with the situation unfolding before him. “Whatever, suit yourself.” He straightens up, crossing his arms over his chest. “Just don't say I didn't warn you.”

Jason reaches out, lightly slapping your cheek. “I’ll let you close up, sweet thing. I’ll be outside.”

He leaves as quickly as he arrived, the bell dinging as the door shuts.

You both close the store in silence. You count the register before putting the money in the safe as Steve shuts the door, puts up the barricade, and turns on the alarm. 

You can feel him staring at you as he approaches the counter. You look over at him. “What?”

Steve huffs, running a hand through his hair. “You're really going to go with him? After everything we've...talked about?” He steps closer, his brown eyes intense. “I thought maybe there was something between us. But I guess I was wrong.”

His gaze drops to your lips briefly before meeting yours again. There's a flicker of hurt and confusion in his expression. “Fine. Go have fun with Jason then. See if I care.” He turns away, dismissing you.

“I’m only going with him because you’re going to get back together with Nancy.” You admit, walking around the counter to stand in front of him. You had no reason to lie. “As if I would actually be caught dead with Jason out of my own volition.”

Steve stops in his tracks, turning around to face you fully. His eyes narrow, a hint of anger flashing in their depths. “Excuse me? You think I'd choose Nancy over you?” He takes a step closer, his voice lowering. “Is that what this is about? Jealousy?”

The air between you crackles with tension as Steve looms over you, his presence overwhelming. You can smell the lingering scent of aftershave, mixed with a faint hint of cologne. His jaw clenches, and for a moment, you worry he might lunge at you.

But instead, he reaches out, gripping your chin firmly. His thumb brushes against your lower lip, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. “Listen to me. If I wanted Nancy, I wouldn't be wasting my time with you.”

“You say that yet you never do anything, Stevie.” You say. “Jason is at least honest that he wants me.”

Steve's grip on your chin tightens slightly, his brow furrowing. “Honest? Is that what you call it?” He releases you abruptly, stepping back and raking a hand through his hair in frustration. “Jason doesn't give a damn about you beyond using you for his own entertainment.”

He sighs. “And as for me, maybe I am hesitant to make a move because I don't want to ruin what we have. We work well together, pretty girl. Let's not screw that up over some misplaced feelings.” Despite his words, you notice the way his gaze lingers on your lips, the slight flush creeping up his neck. Steve is struggling with his own desires, torn between caution and the undeniable attraction between you.

“My feelings aren’t misplaced.” You say. 

Steve's eyes search yours, a mix of longing and uncertainty in their depths. For a long moment, neither of you speaks, the silence heavy with unspoken emotions.

Finally, Steve exhales slowly, dropping his arms to his sides. “Okay, fine. Maybe they're not.” He takes another step closer, until he's mere inches from you. “But what happens after we admit these feelings? We both know our lives are complicated enough without adding romance to the mix.”

He reaches out, gently brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. His touch sends shivers down your spine. “Tell me, pretty girl, what do you want from me?”

“All I want is you.” You say softly.

Steve's breath catches at your confession, his hand stilling against your cheek. His eyes darken with desire, a muscle ticking in his jaw as he struggles to maintain control. “You don't know what you're asking for,” he warns, his voice low and rough. But despite his words, he leans in closer, his face mere inches from yours. You can feel the heat radiating off his skin, the intoxicating scent of his cologne enveloping you. Your heart races, anticipation building in the pit of your stomach.

“Last chance to back out,” Steve murmurs, his lips hovering dangerously close to yours. “Because once I kiss you, there's no going back.”

You lean up and kiss him. 

As soon as your lips meet, the world seems to fade away, leaving only the electric connection between you and Steve. He groans softly into the kiss, his hands coming up to cradle your face as he deepens the embrace.

Tongues dance, tasting and exploring, the passion between you explosive. Steve pulls you flush against his body, his hardness pressing insistently against your belly. You can feel the heat of his arousal, stoking the flames of your own desire.

Breaking the kiss, Steve rests his forehead against yours, panting heavily. “Fuck,” he whispers hoarsely. “I want you so bad it hurts.” His hands slide down to your hips, squeezing possessively. “But we need to talk about boundaries and expectations. This isn't just a one-night thing for me.”

“Fine by me.” You say breathlessly. 

A slow, wicked grin spreads across Steve's face at your agreement. He captures your mouth in another searing kiss, his tongue delving deeper as he pushes you against the counter. 

“You’re so cute, you know that?” Steve whispers against your lips, nipping at them playfully. “I've wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you.” 

With that, he claims your mouth again, kissing you with a fierce intensity that leaves you breathless and aching for more. His hands slip under your shirt, palming your breasts as he teases your nipples into hard peaks through the fabric of your bra. You moan softly, pressing against him as your thighs clench. You reach out to grab his biceps.

Steve grinds his hips against yours, letting you feel how hard he is. “Feel what you do to me, baby?” he purrs, nibbling on your earlobe. “I'm gonna make you feel so good, you won't ever want anyone else.”

His hands slide down to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze as he lifts you effortlessly. Your legs wrap around his waist instinctively, the heat of his erection pressing against your core. He carries you into the manager’s office, shutting the door behind him. He clears a space with one hand before setting you on the edge.

"I want to taste every inch of you," Steve murmurs huskily, trailing kisses along your jawline and down your neck. He tugs at the hem of your shirt impatiently. "Can I take this off? Please?"

You nod eagerly, lifting your arms to allow him to remove your shirt. Your chest heaves with each ragged breath as his hungry gaze roams over you. You bite your lip, watching him with wide, eager eyes.

The sight of your perfect tits encased in lacy lingerie makes Steve's mouth water. “Goddamn, baby,” he breathes reverently, reaching out to trace the swell of your cleavage with a fingertip. “You're fucking gorgeous.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”

Unable to resist, he dips his head, placing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the tops of your breasts. His tongue darts out, teasing the sensitive skin above the cups of your bra. “Let me see all of you,” he pleads, looking up at you with smoldering eyes.

His hands find the clasp of your bra behind your back, deftly unfastening it. The garment falls away, revealing your hardened nipples to his appreciative gaze. “Beautiful,” Steve whispers, cupping the weight of your breasts in his palms.

“All yours.” You say breathlessly. 

A low groan rumbles in Steve's chest at your words. Leaning in, he draws one taut nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud. His other hand kneads your neglected breast, rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

He lavishes attention on first one breast, then the other, sucking and licking until you're writhing beneath him. Your fingers thread through his hair, holding him to your chest as jolts of pleasure shoot straight to your pussy.

“Stevie…” you whimper, arching into his touch. “Please…”

Releasing your nipple with a wet pop, Steve looks up at you with a devilish smirk. “What do you need, baby? Tell me what you want.” His hand drifts lower, teasing along the waistband of your jeans.

You lift your hips, biting your lip.

Steve chuckles lowly, the sound sending vibrations through your heated skin. He pinches your nipple roughly. “Words, pretty girl.”

“Please eat me out!” You blurt out.

“Mmm, someone's eager,” he purrs, popping the button of your jeans and slowly dragging down the zipper. He hooks his fingers in the waistband of both your jeans and panties, tugging them down your legs in one smooth motion. Tossing them aside, he settles between your parted thighs, his breath ghosting over your slick folds.

“You're so wet already,” Steve marvels, running a finger through your slit. He brings it to his lips, sucking your essence clean with a groan. “Fuck.”

Spreading your thighs wider, he lowers his head, flicking his tongue out to taste you directly from the source. “Oh fuck, yes,” he moans against your pussy.

You let out a sharp gasp, your back arching as his tongue delves into your pussy. Your hands fly to his hair, gripping tightly as you grind against his face.

Steve laps at your dripping pussy like a man starved, his tongue plunging deep to claim every inch of you. He suckles on your throbbing clit, the suction making your vision blur with pleasure.

Your desperate grinding against his face only spurs him on, his hands gripping your hips to hold you in place as he devours you. Moans vibrate against your sensitive flesh, adding to the intense sensations overwhelming your senses.

Suddenly, Steve withdraws, leaving you panting and bereft. He rises to his feet, his eyes blazing with lust as he quickly sheds his clothes. His thick cock springs free, already leaking precum. “Hold onto the desk,” he commands gruffly, positioning himself between your thighs. “I'm gonna fill you up so good, baby.”

He spits on his cock and grips your hips, lining up with your entrance.

You grasp the edge of the desk, bracing yourself as he pushes forward, sheathing himself inside you with a single, powerful thrust. A loud cry tears from your throat at the sudden fullness, your inner walls clenching around his cock.

“Fuck, you're tight!” Steve grits out, his hips jerking as he buries himself to the hilt within your slick heat. He pauses for a moment, savoring the exquisite sensation of being fully enclosed by your soft pussy. “I know, I know. You’re being so good, letting me stretch you out.”

After a few seconds, he begins to move. He starts out slow, nearly pulling out completely before pushing in all the way, but the feeling of your cunt is too addicting, and he picks up speed. "Take it, pretty girl," he gasps. "This is what you needed, isn't it? To be stretched wide open on my cock?"

As if in response, your pussy clenches even tighter around him, milking him. Your voice is breathless when you speak, “Yes, yes, fuck, I need it!” 

Steve's fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hips as he pounds into you mercilessly, the force of his thrusts pushing you further up the desk. 

Leaning over you, he changes the angle of penetration slightly, allowing him to drive even deeper. One hand snakes up to pinch your nipples while the other dips between your legs, finding your swollen clit.

“You like that, don't you slut?” he pants harshly in your ear. “Having your little cunt stuffed full of my cock while I play with these perfect tits?” He rolls your nipple between his fingers roughly as they continue their punishing rhythm.

“Oh god, oh fuck, yes!” You moan loudly, your body trembling. Your pussy clenches harder around his cock, your mind going blank except for the urgent need to cum.

Steve's thrusts become erratic as he chases his own release, his balls drawing up tight against his body. "Gonna fill this greedy cunt up," he rasps, his voice strained with impending climax.

With a final, brutal slam of his hips, Steve buries himself to the root inside you. His cock pulses violently as he unleashes a torrent of hot cum deep within your tight cunt. “Fuuck, baby!”

The intensity of his orgasm triggers your own, your pussy rippling around his cock as waves of ecstasy crash over you. You scream his name like a prayer, arching your back and pressing against him. 

As the afterglow sets in, Steve collapses against you, his softening cock still nestled inside you. He nuzzles into your neck, panting heavily. "That was... fucking amazing, baby." You wrap your arms around his neck and hug him, going nonverbal for a second. He rubs your back gently, pushing your hair out of your eyes before kissing your forehead. “You okay?”

You nod. “Just need a second.”

He holds you closer, his cock now completely soft inside of you. He kisses your forehead again. “I was serious, you know. When I said I didn’t want this to be a one time thing.”

“So was I.”

Steve hums, cupping the back of your head. “Good.”

You sigh, nuzzling him. “Are we still going to Jason’s party?”

“Oh, fuck no.” Steve says, chuckling. “Come over to mine instead.”

You nod. “Okay.” He pulls out of you and your pussy clenches as his cum starts to dribble out. “Ah, shit.”

“Don’t worry,” Steve says, kneeling again. “I’ll clean you up, baby.”

You throw your head back as you feel his tongue on your clit again.

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let me know what you think! <3

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| the love club

• pairing: kate martin x youngmom!reader

• summary: you take your daughter to a las vegas aces game, but before it can even start she runs to her favorite player, kate martin

• warnings: none ? ? i don’t think

“Thank you!” you beamed at the worker who handed you your slushes for you and your daughter.

You had finally found a free weekend from your busy job to take your daughter, Aurora, to an Aces game, which she had been begging to go to for what seemed like months now, after she had gotten to go to a game the last two years. But, when you turned around to hand the girl her slushy she was no where to be found.

“Rory!” you called out, panic settling in your voice as you moved away from the stand and tried to seek out her curly hair that had been tied into pigtails.

You searched around what felt like forever until you saw the back of your daughter’s head and immediately ran over to her, not noticing who she was even talking to. “Rory, you can’t walk off like that. Someone could’ve got you,” you frowned as you bent down in front of your daughter.

“It’s ok, I got her,” a girl’s voice said, you looked up for a moment and thanked her, not even realizing who it was before doing a double take.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” you covered your mouth as you stood up from the ground, grabbing ahold of Rory’s hand. “You’re probably so busy, sorry for this.”

“No, no, it’s ok!” the blonde nodded quickly, trying to make sure you knew that she wasn’t upset by the situation at all.

“It’s just she should know not to walk off,” you told the blonde before looking down at your daughter, “Baby, I know you think you’re all grown up, but that doesn’t mean you can walk off into big crowds.”

“But Mom! It’s Kate!” Rory pouted as she looked up at you.

“Just don’t do it again, please,” you rubbed her shoulder softly before looking up at the basketball player. “I am so, so, sorry”

“It’s fine, really,” Kate let out a small laugh before she bent down in front of your daughter, straightening out the small Iowa jersey that fit her body, “How would you like to sit court side?” she asked, cocking her head to the side before looking up at you. “Only if that’s ok with your mom, of course.”

Your mouth fell open slightly, a loss for words as you shook your head. “Oh, I could never afford that,” you replied, shaking your head slightly.

“It’s on me,” Kate smiled as she picking your daughter up, a small giggle falling from her mouth as the blonde tickled her softly.

“I can’t ask you to do that—”

“You’re not, I’m offering,” she smiled.

You bit down on your bottom lip as you looked at the girl in front of you, what could go wrong?

“Ok,” you nodded, a smile taking over your face as Rory clapped her hands together excitedly. You handed Rory her slushie before grabbing her from Kate, settling her on your hip.

“Let me text some people,” she smiled, taking her phone out, “Two court side seats for Rory and…?” she left the end opened as she realized she still hadn’t gotten your name.

“Y/N,” you smiled.

“And Mrs. Y/N.”

You let out an awkward laugh shaking your head, “No Mrs.”

“Good to know,” the blonde smiled before she typed something into her phone. “I—uh—gotta go but I’ll see y’all in there”

“Mhm,” you nodded.

“Bye Rory,” she smiled at your daughter before going off into a hallway.

You stood there, not even believing what had just happened. Running into the player you’d been following since college and then her giving you and your daughter court side seats, it all seemed too good to be true.

But, what you didn’t know was that Kate was currently searching her following for you. She wasn’t sure what it was, but she could see herself being around you and Rory a lot more.

this is lowkey ass cheeks i’m sorry😭😭

[baedreamverse]

late night — l.hs

enhypen heeseung head cannon

classmate!Heeseung who contacted you when he heard you needed a roommate.

"Hey, is the roommate offer still available?"

classmate!Heeseung who you find attractive the moment you laid eyes on him with his charming smile.

roommate!Heeseung who moved in right across from you in the apartment complex.

roommate!Heeseung who has an adopted cat named 'Ddongsik'.

roommate!Heeseung who was awkward at first but got comfortable every time you ran into each other in the community spaces of your complex.

roommate!Heeseung who’s known as the ‘ACE’ in your college.

roommate!Heeseung who plays basketball often with his friends on the weekend.

roommate!Heeseung in which you found out has amazing vocals as he sang loudly one weekend night.

“Sorry, was I being too loud? Haha”

roommate!Heeseung who you encountered one day at the college campus with his group of friends hanging out by the main quad.

“Oh hey! These are my friends-“

roommate!Heeseung who invites you to play with him and his friends during their gaming sessions.

roommate!Heeseung is competitive and would do anything to win.

roommate!Heeseung whom you got to know as someone with a free spirit and occasionally taking naps anywhere he can.

roommate!Heeseung who often wears beanies.

roommate!Heeseung who prefers quiet areas over loud ones.

roommate!Heeseung who’s love language is quality time, in which he tends to search for you when he’s bored.

roommate!Heeseung whom you have late night ramen together at midnight.

roommate!Heeseung who goes red and becomes a giggling mess when you’re drinking together.

roommate!Heeseung who finds horror mazes thrilling and laughs at every encounter with the ghost actor on set with you.

“Rock, paper, scissors on who goes first.”

“I think that mannequin is human, watch this-“

roommate!Heeseung who plays the piano and guitar whenever he encounters one.

roommate!Heeseung who helps you with the chores, in which the both of you have clean days together.

roommate!Heeseung who asks if you wanted anything from the grocery store.

“Did you want me to get your favorite ice cream?”

roommate!Heeseung who notices if you're not in a good mood and tries to cheer you up by making jokes.

roommate!Heeseung who doesn't realize what kind of effect he has on you when he wears sleeveless tops.

roommate!Heeseung who subconsciously flirts with you every time you run into each other.

roommate!Heeseung who pats your head whenever he finds you cute and endearing.

roommate!Heeseung who dresses well in plaid or leather attire with his signature cologne.

roommate!Heeseung who brings an extra jacket of his when you're at an outing with him.

"Gotta make sure to keep you warm, I can't have you catching a cold on me."

roommate!Heeseung who’s protective of you whenever the both of you are out for bar hopping, intimidating the guys who tried approaching you.

“Stay close to me,” as he intertwined his hand with yours, leading you to the table where his friends sat.

roommate!Heeseung who you share a playlist with, occasionally recommending songs to each other.

roommate!Heeseung who remembers your usual coffee order.

roommate!Heeseung who helps relieve your stress by playing games with him, or taking late-night drives together.

"We're more than just roommates, I'll be by your side. Whatever worries come your way, let me help you."

a/n: this is lowkey short but i hope you like it. I’ve been wanting to do an angst scenario as well, but we’ll see about that. 🚨 Also, please continue to STREAM XO (YT/Spotify/Genie/Apple Music/etc) & help VOTE as well (ALLCHART/U Pick/Mnet+/Superstar X). Let’s get a win for our boys hard work in the album! 🔥🙌🏻

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[caitlinclarkluver22]

~ Please Please Please ~ P.B a fanfic ( sfw)

inspired by the song by sabrina carpenter

pov: smart!fem! reader x player! paige bueckers

an: so this is my first paige bueckers fanfic, the intros kinda long, but i think it came out pretty good, but there is gonna multiple parts to this, so just let me know if you’d like another one.

remember blue is flashback and purple is lyrics!!

warnings: mention of alcohol, cheating, lying, and mention of sex

“ i know i have good judgment, i know i have good taste. it’s funny and it’s ironic that only i feel that way.”

you’re a senior in college at uconn, your mostly known for being the smartest person in your classes, never failing one grade, getting higher than a 90 at all times, 85 on your bad days.

you were in calculus, to you it was light work. you didn’t really need to study often, having amazing memory and overall good attention span in class.

since you already completed 2 years of college in highschool, having your associates degree, you were already looking forward to getting your bachelor’s degree this year.

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you were collecting your stuff of the desk, putting it in you book bag, ready to go take a break from the series of classes you had just taken.

as you were walking out of the room, you heard someone call your name.

it was your teacher, professor zamora.

“ hey, your the one with all the good test scores right?” , he asked knowing but just wanted to make sure, to ask for a favor.

“ yes…. i am”, you shyly responded, a little nervous at the sudden attention.

“ okay good, so since you have the best grades in the class right now, i was wondering if you were free for another class period.”

free? another class period? what is he trying to imply? i know i might look naive and small, but I’m not stupid to know what men want. i am lesbian after all. although i had my suspicions, i trusted my professor.

“ yes i actually am. why professor?”

“ great! i was just wondering because my next class period is algebra, and….lets just say ive had them for a few years now…anyways, they need help. just pick the one you want and you can tutor them.” , he said praying that she would agree.

although she did have a break for the next two hours, she could spend one of them helping someone, it’s the right thing to do.

“ yes of course! i’m willing to tutor anyone that needs my help.”, you say enthusiastically, ready to help people be the best they could be.

“ great! just come back in around 30 minutes, and by then they should be here.”, your professor said, thankful for your help.

“ okay i got you.” , you said walking out of class, going to grab a bite to eat.

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after the short thirty minutes pass by, you start walking back to the class, praying that this goes well.

as you make your entrance through the door, you see a familiar face.

shes a blonde, tall, blue eyed girl walking to her desk, a purple nike elite backpack on her back (that looks fairly empty ), and a slow sluggish walk .

you could tell who it was from a mile away, it was paige bueckers.

THE paige bueckers.

you noticed her since in your free time u went to go watch the basketball games, cheering for your favorite player on the team, paige obviously. although you went to almost every game, you went unnoticed by her, standing in the back of the crowd just admiring how she played.

you weren’t a mega fan.

you totally didn’t scroll on tiktok, looking and saving the edits you’d find. damn she’s so attractive…

‘ah ah ah, no liking her. she’s in algebra. she’s obviously not smart, not to be mean of course. just observing.’ , you think to yourself as you look around the room, waiting for everyone to take their seats.

it wasn’t only about academics. paige was also known for hopping around from girl to girl, you know this since a couple of your friends had their fair share of dating her.

you were awoken late at night by a loud knock at your door. who could be awake this late?

as you opened the door, you came to a sad sight.

there your friend, lilly, was crying at your doorstep.

she was sobbing, her eyes swollen , puffy, and red due to the amount of uncontrollable tears.

you knew what…or should i say who this was about.

over the course of 2 months, your friend was on and off with her situationship, paige. lilly didnt know wether her and paige were a thing or not, she never knew what paige’s next move would be, little did she know that her next move would be completely ghosting her and pretending like she didn’t exist.

“ i just- i just don’t know what i did wrong. i mean i bought her things, i spent time with her, i supported her at all her games. every single one. how could i be so stupid? i’m literally one of the smartest people in this whole college and im not smart enough to realize that a girl is totally playing me.” , she sobbed grasping onto you like her life depended on it.

“ it’s okay lilly it’s okay, you deserve better.”

although lilly was your friend, karmas a bitch, she should’ve known better, if she had a wish, she would’ve never fucked around with paige ( LMAOOO ).

lilly, yes got hurt, but she was a bad person. in her past she was known for cheating, lying, and stealing. well stealing other people’s hearts of course. she would talk to them, make them fall in love, then drop them after they bought her a gift of some sort.

another one of your well known friends, keisha, always hooked up with paige. whenever paige was bored, she’d text keisha a good “ u up?” late night text , and keisha would be at her dorm room in no time, ready to have good sex.

of course, they weren’t your friends anymore, you realized soon after that lilly was a bad influence since she lied and cheated, while keisha was just to influenced in alcohol and hook up culture.

in essence, this girl was bad news, and she only liked the bad girls, so you’d obviously have to stay far far away from her….

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“ so how do you find x if you don’t have y?”

fuck my life.

“ paige, it’s not that hard. really. i learned this shit in seventh fucking grade, and you can’t get it. look let me show you….again.”, you said irritably, getting impatient by the second. you felt like you’ve taught her over a thousand times.

you guys were in her dorm, on her purple comforter, you were trying to teach her the literal easiest shit ever, and she couldn’t comprehend it. ugh she’s like a toddler.

“ so to find out x i have to add y and…what again?”

kms.

“ UGHHH paigeeeee”, you said, hands in your hair , frustrated with the stupidity this girl had. how could she be so smart on the court, yet so dumb when it came to math?

“ please, i need help, if i don’t pass this then i can’t play basketball. and we both really know how much i love basketball. it’s my everything. please?”, she said, her player facade fading away, showing her true and vulnerable self.

ugh those eyes….

“ …one more time paige. just try your best to get it. concentrate.”

paige nodded and smiled at her, looking down at the paper to attempt to grasp the information that she had trouble with.

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“ I ACED IT”, paige screamed, jumping up and down.

“ REALLY?”, you said eyes wide.

“ YES YES YES, omg i’m so happy right now!”, paige said , her eyes showing the pure raw excitement paige had.

paige then unexpectedly embraced you in a hug, it catching you off guard, but nonetheless, you hugged back.

if you knew the hug was wrong…..why did it feel so right?

you guys stood there for a solid minute, embracing eachother. you inhaled, smelling the sweet scent she radiated.

“ okay well i gotta go”, you said, sad knowing that this would be the last time that u had an excuse to spend time with her.

“ yea- um same.”, she said, giving u a slightly forced smile.

as you were walking away , sadness filling ur heart, u heard someone shout your name.

it was paige.

“ hey um, what about i take you to dinner?..you know just to thank you for all the work you’ve done to help me of course.”, she said with a hopeful look, her bright blue eyes illuminating like the pacific ocean.

how could i say no to those eyes?

“ um..you know what…yea of course. tommorow at 9 sounds good?”, you said , happier than you’d like to admit.

“ i promised’em that your different, and everyone makes mistakes. but just don’t.”

“ i’m telling you, you shouldn’t surround yourself around her, she’s a bad influence! she literally broke your ex friends hearts! both of them! paige isn’t a good girl to fall in love with.”, dominique one of your most recent friends said, stressed out about your love life right now.

“ i mean, she asked me out to dinner…”

“….she what? don’t tell me you said yes…”

“ i said yes.”

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“ don’t bring me to tears when i just did my makeup so nice.”

you finished up your final touches in your makeup, when u got a text message.

pb and j

hey pretty girl

i’m here

i’m going.

as you came out your dorm, paige was there at your door checking her breath, startled by your sudden appearance, she smiled awkwardly, bringing up lego roses to your face.

how did she know that i didn’t like real flowers? and that i love legos?

your heart warmed at the sight, smiling at her, full teeth on display.

“ thank you paige, you shouldn’t have, really.”, you said, almost feeling bad that she spent money on you that she shouldn’t have.

“ no no no it’s my pleasure honestly.” , she said with a grin, sighing , relieved that you liked the gift.

“ let’s get going?”, you said.

“ whoever is last is the rotten egg!”, she yelled loudly, before running down the hall making her way down the stairs.

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“i heard your an actor, so act like a stand-up guy. whatever devils inside you, don’t let him out tonight.”

they’re at the restaurant, it’s way fancier than you expected. the waiter sat you guys down, and now both of you are looking at the menu.

when the waiter comes back, both of you agreed on chicken alfredo, and both of you got dr. pepper.

you guys start making conversation, talking about the things you didn’t know about eachother , and your goals in life.

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as you guys finished with your delicious meal, you decided that it was time to leave and go home. it was getting late after all.

as both of you walked out, the moon shining bright on your faces, the date unfortunately coming to an end, you guys talked a bit more, laughing at eachother jokes.

“ well that was fun.”, paige said, laughing, her teeth as bright as the stars.

“ yea it really was…”, you say with a smile on your face that couldn’t be removed no matter how hard you tried. a smile so permanent that it ached.

you guys gazed into eachothers eyes, her eyes taking a trip down to your lips, slowly bringing them back to your eyes once again.

“ paige i-“

you got cut off by paige, as she brought her lips to yours, sealing the night in a fond memory of the kiss you shared, the kiss that was between the two of you.

after a while, you opened your eyes and looked at her. she had her goofy smile on, looking at you with….i think love…? no couldn’t be. just lust.

“ um we should do this again. “

say no say no.

“ yes of course”, you said with a smile.

“ okay well…see you later. i’ll text you! “, paige said as she back peddled to her car, winking at you, before running to the vehicle .

god she’s such a goof.

as you got in your car, you only had one thought while having your head on the wheel, thinking about all the occurrences that had happened over the past few months. even though you knew it might end up bad, you couldn’t help but think…

please please please, don’t prove em right.

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WOOHOOO I FINISHED IT DONT PLAYYY!!! i was literally working on this for hours and my friend dominique was helping me with it too( literally love her )!! anyways hope you enjoy and make sure to lmk if yall want a second part or not!!! 💕💕 sorry if it’s bad ik i misspelled a couple i think and definitely misworded but not so bad to the point where you won’t get it. LOVE YAAA!!!💕

[onelittlespiral]

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Secret Smiles (Part 1)

paige bueckers x femme!oc

synopsis : In which, Mari and Paige find each other exactly when they need to most. With the odd coincidence of their schedules working together perfectly, Paige fits right into Mari's life. She loves Mari's daughter and can't help but gain feelings for Mari. But is Paige ready to hold such a huge responsibility?

word count : 2.5k (starting off shorter)

authors note : Hi!!! I know it's been over a week since I said I would post this but... here it is! This is my first time writing like this and also my first time posting on here, so I hope you like it. Pls pls pls leave live reacts I will love you forever and ever!!

Chapter 1 : Draft Night

April 2025 - Mari’s POV

The atmosphere of the Brooklyn Academy of Music was magical. It was only the second year in which fans were allowed to come to the draft, and wow, did that make a difference in the energy in the building. There was chatter left and right, everyone eagerly waiting for this year's stacked draft class. And I was right there beside them. I was ecstatic for this year's draft, after Dallas had such a successful off-season with free agency, we were just picking up more power at the draft. Paige Bueckers. Arguably the most beloved college basketball player in the country, who was coming to Dallas as the number 1 pick. The whole team was psyched. 

Paige was a powerhouse player at Uconn, transforming the game every time she stepped on the court. From jumpers, to insane assists, to blocks, to three-pointers, Paige had it all. During her freshman season at UConn, she won all the national player of the year awards she was eligible for—AP Player of the Year, Naismith College Player of the Year, USBWA Women's National Player of the Year and the John R. Wooden Award—becoming the first freshman to receive any of the awards. She was already a basketball legend and hadn’t even stepped foot on a professional court.

I sat three rows back, on the left side of the theater, alongside some stars. Dawn Stayler, head coach of the South Carolina Gamecocks, was two seats to my right, and a few of the UConn players sat to my left, including Morgan Cheli, Sarah Strong, and KK Arnold. I think I saw Ice Brady and Caroline Ducharme sitting behind me, but I resisted being nosy and turning around to see if it was them. I had always been a huge college basketball fan, so my career working in the WNBA was a dream come true. Being one of the social media managers for the Dallas Wings had brought so many opportunities my way, but going to the draft was probably one of my favorites. I got to meet all of the top college players, and talk to them on a friendly level. 

My phone buzzed with a text from one of my closest friends, Rori Harmon. She had been with me through it all at Texas, my beloved alma-mater. Through all of the drama and through the worst break up of my life. Her, Madi, aka Madison Booker, and Mads, aka Madison Skinner, had been my closest friends at Texas, and we still kept in touch.

Ror just saw you on tv, you look gorg !!

Mar mar awww thx ror ily 

Ror good luck tonight, sending you my good juju (watkins lol)

Mar mar tysm i need it lol, call later

Ror liked a message

I slid my phone back into my purse and let my focus set back to the event. From my seat, I could clearly see the floor where they had tables set up for each player and their families. At one of the tables near the front, Paige sat with who I assumed were her parents and her brother, Drew. Her mom and dad looked proud, their eyes scanning the room with eager excitement, while Drew bounced his knee anxiously under the table. I had spotted her other siblings in the crowd, but the table only had room for 4. Unlike her family, who radiated excitement, Paige sat stiffly, her fingers moving rapidly across the screen of her phone. Her shoulders were tense, her brows drawn together in deep concentration as she texted someone—who, I could only guess. A friend? A teammate? Maybe even a coach? Whoever it was, they had her full attention, keeping her locked in a private moment while the rest of the room buzzed with electric energy. For some reason, I wanted to know. I was intrigued by her, and soon enough I would get to know her. I mean, she was coming to Dallas after all.

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Later that night, at the afterparty…

I had been searching for Paige everywhere. I had made it my priority to introduce myself, as a social media manager for the Wings, but also as a friend. As someone who could be a familiar face once she lands in Dallas, so she didn't feel alone. Finally, I spotted her, in the corner, sipping on a red drink and scrolling mindlessly through her phone. She looked good, Really good. She wore a Louis Vuitton suit, it was a beautiful color, one I wasn't exactly able to pinpoint. It was between a navy and a dark ocean blue. It fit her perfectly, physically, but also her energy. The outfit screamed Paige. With the accessories of silver earrings stacked along both ears, silver rings, and a small silver cross chain hanging from her neck, to her hair, which was down in long waves and had a few small braids scattered throughout, down to the Nike dunks which perfectly matched the color of the suit. I approached her, my yellow silk dress flowing as I walked, but it was no match for her ensemble. I was giving a basic How to Lose A Guy in 10 Days look, while she was�� well majestic.

“Paige?” I questioned, in a soft voice, not meaning to startle her. She looked up, meeting my eyes with a small, but definitely fake smile. “Hi, Im Mari, Mari Sanchez. I just wanted to introduce myself. I'm the social media manager at Dallas. Oh- and congrats.” I said with a friendly smile.

“Nice to meet you.” She said, her smile turning more genuine, before her eyes dropped to my purse. My phone was ringing so I pulled it out.

“Sorry, but I have to take this,” I said to Paige before answering, “Hi Nai is everything- oh baby what's wrong? Baby I can’t come home, Mommy’s in New York,” Paige looked at me with curiosity in her eyes as my face was laced with worry. “No baby, Mommy will be home tomorrow okay? Let Auntie NaiNai and Auntie Lyssie tuck you in sweetie. Mommy loves you, kisses, okay- okay- goodnight baby.” I exhaled, slipping my phone back into my purse.

“Everything okay?” Paige asked. She seemed interested in the situation that was happening over the phone. 

“Yeah, sorry about that. My daughter is.. Well she's a handful and Dijonai and Nalyssa are babysitting her tonight while I’m here. She apparently persuaded Dijonai into letting her call me.” I said, shaking my head with a soft laugh. 

“You… you have a daughter? You seem young?” Paige asked. I know she didn’t mean anything by it, but people had always underestimated how good of a mom I could be just because of my age. My daughter, Laila, was the light of my life, and even though having a daughter so young was a struggle at first, I’d grown into an amazing mother, at least in my opinion.

“Yeah, I had her when I was 19, she’s almost 4.” I said with a smile. I loved talking about Laila, it always brought a smile to my face. “You’ll be seeing a lot of her in Dallas, she loves watching practice.” I spoke with a soft laugh.

“Well that’s sweet, I can’t wait to meet her. What’s her name?” 

“Laila. And I’m sure she’ll love you.” I said with a smile, now beaming on my face.

“What about you?” Paige asked. What did she mean? What about me? I looked at her with a bit of confusion before she spoke again. “Will I see a lot of you too?” Oh. Did she want to see a lot of me? Why was she asking that? Real question is, why is Paige Bueckers making me nervous about a simple question?

“Well um.. Yeah. I usually hang around during practice and I’m always at games, team events and stuff like that. Why?” I wasn’t exactly sure the direction this conversation was going so I played the friendly, more professional route.

“No reason,” she paused for a second, her expression unreadable, “I just like your vibe. I think we'll be friends.” Her soft, genuine smile turned into something resembling more of a smirk. Was she really smirking at me? I almost laughed at myself for believing that because as soon as the smirk appeared, it was gone, and back to a soft smile as she took a sip of her drink. 

“What are you drinking?” I asked, looking at the red drink. I was assuming some extravagant cocktail but no, I was completely wrong. 

“A Shirley Temple.” She said nonchalantly.

“A Shirley Temple?” I questioned

“A Shirley Temple.” She confirmed with a soft chuckle before taking another sip of the red drink.

“Well your full of surprises aren't you Ms. Bueckers?” I said with a smile.

“And so are you, Ms. Sanchez.” She said, that smirk flashing across her face again.

Paige and I kept up the friendly chatter for the next hour or so, her asking lots of questions about me, and a few about Laila of course. We talked about Dallas, about how she’s excited for this new chapter. We even talked about so depper stuff, how she’s going to miss Uconn, her friends, her coaches, just her life in Storrs. I sympathized with her, telling her about how leaving Austin was difficult for Laila and I, but we love Dallas. I ended up ordering a few drinks, and the bartender gave me the bill. As I reached for it, I felt Paige’s hand on top of mine.

“I got it.” She said.

“What- no. It's your special night. I’m not letting you pay for my drinks.” I protested. I always felt bad to let people pay for me. Plus- Paige had just been drafted the number one pick in the WNBA, she didn't need to be paying for other peoples drinks.

“Please,” she insisted, “I owe you at least this. Without you, I probably would have been sitting in the corner scrolling through my phone all night.” I sighed, slipping my hand out from under hers.

“Thank you. I’ll buy you drinks sometime in Dallas. Promise.” I said, with a genuine smile. I did actually want to hang out with Paige. She was nice, and for some reason felt like someone I could open up to. Nothing like I expected.

“So you're saying there’s going to be a next time?” She said. And there it was. That smirk. She knew exactly what she was doing.

“It’s a possibility.” I shrugged. As I stood up, I wobbled a little on my feet, the few drinks plus heels were definitely not an ideal situation. But, suddenly I felt a warm hand on my side, balancing me.

“You good?” Paige spoke, her hand grounding me.

“Yeha, yeah I’ll be fine,” I said, waving her off, “I’ll just order an Uber or something.” She immediately shook her head, standing up beside me, her hand still holding onto my waist. 

“Nah, let me just take you back. It’s late, your in a city you don’t know, and Uber’s are sketchy anyway.” her hand slid to the small of my back.

“You really don't have to-”

“I know I don’t have to. I want to.” She interrupted, pressing her hand a little more into my back as she started to lead me towards the exit, “Where are you staying?”

“The Hilton, on 5th.” I spoke as we neared the exit. It had gotten pretty late and any stragglers were just randoms, no one giving a second thought to the way Paige was leading me out of the door.

“Perfect, same as me. See? It's not even out of my way.” She spoke as she led me out the back entrance and towards a large black SUV. She opened the back door and began speaking to the driver, “Hey Martin, we'll be taking this lovely lady back with us. She’s staying at the same hotel.”

“Of course, Ms. Bueckers.” The older man in the front seat spoke, not even turning his head.

“Please Martin, it's Paige.” She spoke with a soft chuckle as she shut the door behind us. It was freezing in the car, Martin must have been sitting in the car without any heat on. Even though it was April, it was somehow still cold in New York, well at least compared to Texas. Paige looked at me and noticed my arms wrapped around myself. “Here.” She slid off her suit jacket and handed it to me. I gave her a soft smile, draping her jacket over my shoulder and sliding my arms into it. It smelt really good. I had seen her video with GQ earlier this year where she said she wore this one Valentino cologne, but somehow she made it smell better. The cologne was spicy and woody, but layered with Paige’s neutral smell, it was warm and safe. Why was this affecting me so much? God Mari. 

My phone buzzed as Martin pulled out of the parking spot. 

“Hey Nai, how was she?” I answered the phone, a small smile tugging at my lips, “That's good. Okay… yeah, okay. Talk later Nai, love you.” I hung up the phone and gave Paige a small smile.

“So.. um.. I have a couple of questions.” Paige spoke up. She seemed almost nervous behind her confident persona. 

“Sure, what’s up?” I asked, turning my body a little to face her.

“First, you said you had Laila when you were 19 and she's 4… so that would make you 23?” Paige questioned.

“Yeah, good math Bueckers.” I said, giving her a small playful smirk.

“Ok. And are you single?” She asked the question like it was normal. Like it didn’t make me wonder why the hell she was asking it in the first place.

“Um.. yeah. Yeah I am.” I said, trying to hide the effect the question had on me.

“Okay.” She stated nonchalantly, turning back to face forward. I stared at her in shock.

“Okay? You can’t just ask that and then just act like… like that.” I stated, my voice laced with confusion and a bit of frustration. Paige let out a small chuckle before turning back to face me.

“Well I guess I just wondered if you taking me out for drinks was going to be as friends. But I’ve gotten my answer.” She spoke, the smirk that had now become almost a given when she spoke, spread across her face.

“And what is that?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Well. You’ve been sort of eyeing me all night. You talked to me for over an hour. And you invited me to go out for drinks with you. So, I have concluded that you want it to be a date. And that’s fine by me.” She spoke with the utmost confidence, like there was absolutely no way she could be wrong. 

“No- I- I have a daughter, And I don’t date.” I protested, turning to face the window. Paige just chuckled.

“Whatever you say Mar.” Mar? Did she seriously just call me Mar? No one called me that. But why did I sort of like it? Why did it make me feel something in the pit of my stomach? Why was a small smile creeping onto my face as I stared out the window of the car?

God. What are you doing to me Paige Bueckers?

[cobrakaisb]

get'cha head in the game

summary: you’re a star basketball player, destined for a life of greatness outside of the walls of camp half-blood, but the only thing you want is confined to cabin eleven. 

word count: 2.95k

featuring: nike!reader, mention women’s basketball players, talk of college recruitment, me being a proud member of uconn nation 🤝 , and fluff

🎵 get’cha head in the game by zac efron

fake right, and break left

“it can’t be that hard,” travis gloats, standing in front of you as you dribble the ball between your legs casually. 

you shrug. “play me and find out,” you reply, throwing up a perfect three pointer. 

“i just mean that you spend all summer being a demigod, your skills have to be a little rusty,” he exclaims, throwing up a hand too late as the ball has already swished through the net. 

connor, his younger and just as sassy brother, grabs the rebound and bounces it to travis, saying, “that’s true. you’re here, picking strawberries and flirting with luke.” 

your cheeks flush at his comment, and there are several laughs from your friend group. you risk a glance at the head counselor, who’s sitting with clarisse, silena, chris, and charlie on the sidelines. his shoulders are shaking with laughter, but his cheeks are just tinted a bit red from the teasing. although, there really is no need for it; there’s nothing more than a flirtationship and occasional make out between you two. 

“but i could still beat you,” you say, effortlessly stealing the ball from travis and sinking the layup. 

“that’s what, five to zero, not that we’re keeping score,” you add tauntingly. 

“settle down nike, you haven’t seen nothing yet,” travis says, and your friends ooh at his words. 

“okay fine. first to twenty one wins. and to make it fair, we’ll play loser’s ball,” you say, passing the ball to him as you take a defensive stance. 

travis scoffs at your words, opening his mouth to protest, but luke cuts him off, “just take the deal trav, she’s saving you from further embarrassment.” 

you smirk at your friend’s words, pulling your basketball shorts up your thighs as you crouch down and get in travis’s face. he gulps, a nervous sweat breaking out on his forehead, but doesn’t say anything as he tries to formulate a plan. you watch his eyes dart around the court, and know exactly what he’s going to do. it’s almost too easy. 

one. two. you count the dribbles before you swipe the ball from his hands. you take it outside the three-point line, per the rules, and take the shot. 

grabbing the rebound, you hand it to him, “like i said, loser’s ball.” 

don’t be afraid to shoot the outside j

“one of these days the harpies are going to get you,” luke says, making his presence known. 

you turn away from the basket, smiling softly at him as the ball soars through the air and into the net. he’s in his pajama pants and a black hoodie that’s a little too small on him. 

“i can’t help it,” you explain, holding the ball between your palms at the free throw line. 

luke sighs. he can’t imagine the pressure to be great. “what drill are you running?” he asks, stepping beside you.

you smile. “make ten free throws, in a row. then i’ll hit the elbows, and after that three’s,” you explain, dribbling the ball three times before shooting. 

you don’t miss. he doesn’t expect you to.

“well how many have you made?” he asks. 

“twelve. but you watching always makes me nervous,” you say, trailing off towards the end. 

his eyebrows furrow at your words. you’ve always been vulnerable with him, but that usually takes coaxing. this was an easy admittance; it makes him nervous. 

“why?” 

“don’t know. i always want to play good for you, for all of you guys i guess,” you say with a shrug. 

luke crosses his arms at that, a serious look taking over his face as he observes you. he’s trying to process what you’re saying, read in between the lines. you’re sure of it, the small furrow in his brow giving him away. you go back to your shooting drills, his gaze burning deep into your skin is too much for you. 

“you always play good though. and i know that because the apollo and ares boys talk about how teamed up they still can’t beat you,” luke says. 

you flush at his words. you’d hoped he didn’t know about your games with them: you versus two boys. it made you feel superior to them, all the campers here, and you felt guilty for it. you’d never been on a quest, and you never would. your mother wasn’t one of the twelve olympians, so you didn’t even have a cabin to call your own, just a bunk in the middle of the hermes cabin. at the same time, she hadn’t given you a special gift or anything noteworthy, just her competitive spirit. something which you’re sure was passed down to you and your siblings, not that you had many. 

“i’m not supposed to be a star here, luke. the whole reason i came to camp was to get a some sense of normalcy, and i can’t even do that right,” you mumble. 

he grabs the ball from your hands then, forcing you to look at him. “nothing about you is normal. neither your parentage nor basketball skills. and especially not your fancy sports school, but we don’t hold it against you. we all have our quirks,” he says, a lopsided smile on his face, one you easily reciprocate. 

“yeah i guess you're right.”

“i know i am, nike,” he answers, surprising you with a kiss on the corner of your mouth. “let’s head back,” he continues, lacing your fingers with his, giving you no other option but to follow. 

cause when we get it then the crowd will go wild

“and you got more mail today,” your dad says over the iris message, “something from the coach at princeton and one from quinnipiac.” 

you nod your head, humming softly to show that you heard what he was saying. 

“i think you should come home, sport,” he adds, and your eyes widen at his words. 

the protests are on the tip of your tongue, but he beats you to it, “i know. i know, but this is your future we’re talking about. i mean, some of these coaches are inviting you to a practice and a meeting.” 

you understand what he’s saying, really you do. the opportunities coming your way are endless, but how can you give up summer when it just started? this year is your senior year, and once you commit, you know there will be no more summers at camp half-blood. you’ll be giving up frolicking in the strawberry fields with katie gardner and sneaking out to bonfires with clarisse and silena. next summer, there won’t be pick up games with travis or training in the late hours of the night while luke grabs the rebounds. 

“can’t i just have one month?” you beg, finally meeting your dad’s eyes. 

he hesitates, you can see that he’s leaning towards no, but you interject, “please dad. it’s my last summer here. we all know it.” 

he sighs, mumbling something about sending emails, but replies, “one month. i’m coming to get you right after the fourth, no ifs ands or buts. got it?” 

you nod excitedly, smiling as you wipe at your cheeks, which you didn’t even notice were damp. “thanks dad,” you whisper. 

he smiles, nodding his head, “you got it.” 

the two of you sit in silence for a minute, and as you move to disconnect the message he says, “i’m proud of you, sport, always have been.” 

you smile again, shyly this time after hearing your dad’s praise. “thanks dad. love you.” 

“love you too,” he answers, before swiping his hand through the mist and ending the call. 

you take a breath, shoulders dropping with relief. you have one month left of summer before it’s back to the grind, and you know exactly what you need to do; who you need to talk to. turning on your heel to leave the cabin, you collide with somebody. looking up at them, you realize that it’s luke, and the apologies die on your tongue when you notice the far away look in his eyes. 

“hey. you okay?” you ask, giving his biceps a squeeze. 

he swallows, meeting your eyes as he asks, “you’re leaving in a month? i thought we had the whole summer?”

you bite on your bottom lip, regret pooling in your stomach as you answer, “yeah. a lot of colleges want me to play for them, so i need to go talk to some coaches.”

his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and he steps away from you. you frown, reaching out for him, but he holds up a hand, effectively warding you off. the distance between you two makes you uncomfortable, and you gnaw at your lip as you wait for him to gather his thoughts. 

“how many schools?” he asks. 

“what?” 

“how many schools are looking for you?” he says, stepping closer to you again. 

the question is unexpected, and throws you off balance for a second. “oh. um a lot. there’s a ton of them,” you say. 

“like?” he probes, waving a hand for you to continue. 

“well, there’s usc, but they have juju watkins so i don’t think i’m really needed there. uconn, with paige bueckers and azzi fudd, plus they’re looking into sarah strong so i don’t know how much time i’ll get there either. kim mulkey from lsu and dawn staley from south carolina have both reached out. princeton’s given me an offer, and so has michigan, but i don’t really know about those two. some smaller schools too, like quinnipiac and uri want me to play with them. i think fau and a couple massachusetts schools have reached out too, but everything is still really up in the air,” you ramble, feeling nervous explaining it all to luke. 

“geez nike, those are a lot of schools,” he says with a proud smile on his face. 

you smile back, “don’t i know it.” 

it’s quiet between the two of you, and he finally opens his arms. you walk right into him, burying your face in the crook of his neck where it smells like sweat, pine needles, and irish spring soap. you’re a bit more relaxed now, the threat of leaving camp for good pushed back in your mind. then again, being luke’s arms always relaxes you. 

“i can’t wait to get a uconn jersey,” he whispers, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as he guides you out of the cabin. 

you raise a brow at that, “who said i’m going there?”

he gives you a look that reads ‘seriously’ and replies, “the best of the best go there, nike. and you’re clearly one of best.” 

you laugh at his words, throwing a playful elbow at his ribs, but he just pulls you closer, kissing the top of your head. you lean into him, wrapping an arm around his waist as the two of you walk through camp, searching for your friends.     

should i go for it? better shake this, yikes!

“i can’t believe you’re leaving tomorrow,” silena pouts, looking at you over the rim of her cup. 

“i know! i feel like summer is just getting started,” you reply, smoothing out your beach towel as you take a seat next to her and clarisse. 

“maybe you’ll have a weekend off to come back and visit,” clarisse says, and silena nods her head excitedly. 

you know the odds of that happening are doubtful, but you nod and reply, “yeah maybe.” 

the mood turns somber then, and the three of you sit in silence. nobody knows what to say as you wait for the fireworks to start. 

“you know what, we can’t be sad. it’s your last night, and we need to come up with a plan for you to confess to luke,” silena exclaims, a determined look in her eyes. 

you freeze mid-sip, and cough up the liquid. “what?” 

“oh don’t play dumb, we all know you have feelings for him,” she continues, waving her hand casually. 

“i don’t. he’s just a friend,” you reply a little too quickly. 

“you, you got what i need,” clarisse starts singing teasingly. 

“but you say he’s just a friend,” silena continues. 

“you say he’s just a friend. oh baby you,” they shout, singing together. 

you can’t help but laugh at their antics, shoving silena’s shoulder as they quiet down into a fit of giggles. once you all calm down, silena takes charge again, “but seriously, you need to tell him how you feel.”

you shake your head, but clarisse interrupts, “this could be your last chance.” 

you sigh. she’s completely right. the chances of you coming back to camp after tomorrow are slim to none. and while you may have convinced yourself you're okay with never knowing how a relationship between you and luke would go, there will always be a small part of you that regrets not saying anything. 

“even if he rejects you, you’re leaving tomorrow, so it doesn’t really matter,” clarisse adds, and silena slaps her shoulder. 

“i mean…not that he would,” the daughter of ares stutters, but you wave her off. 

“you guys are right. i’m gonna tell him,” you decide, downing the rest of your drink as you stand up from your spot on the beach. 

silena claps excitedly and clarisse gives you a big thumbs up as you walk towards the shoreline, where some of the boys are playing a game of football. you don’t even need to call out to him, he sees you coming and excuses himself from the game. his cheeks are flushed and he’s panting a bit as he approaches you, pulling you into a quick hug. 

“you good?” he asks, giving you a once over. 

“yeah just…can we talk?” you reply, a hint of uncertainty in your voice. 

he nods, a worried look crossing his features, “yeah of course. let’s go to the woods.” 

you let him lead you to the woods with a firm hold on your hand. the entire time, you’re shaking with nerves, which is strange since you’ve never felt this nervous in your life. even the biggest basketball game can’t compare to this. he stops in a secluded ring of trees, dropping your hand as he stands in front of you. your palms are so sweaty, you realize, and try to discreetly wipe them on your denim shorts. 

“you good? you look like you’re gonna be sick,” he says. 

“i feel like i’m gonna be sick,” you mumble, and he tilts his head in confusion. 

before he can say anything, you open your mouth and the word vomit starts. you’re not really sure what you’re saying, but it’s something about your feelings for him and how you need him to know before you leave tomorrow. when you stop, and take a few shaky breaths, you finally meet his gaze. there’s a softness in his eyes, as he cups your jaw and pulls you close to him. 

“gods, nike, i’ve been waiting to hear that since forever,” he whispers, before planting his lips on yours. 

you melt into the kiss, arms wrapping around his shoulders to pull him closer. he agrees, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you flush against his chest as his teeth nip at your bottom lip, begging for entrance. you comply, parting your lips slightly as you let him in. he pulls back, takes a second to breath, before leaving sloppy kisses on your neck. your fingers tug on his hair, and you arch your back further into him. 

“gods luke,” you say breathlessly. 

“we can’t all be good at sports, but i know enough to understand you miss one hundred percent of the shots you don’t take,” he teases, kissing your chin as you laugh at his words. 

“you know who said that?” you ask between laughs.

“yeah, micheal scott,” he answers, and you burst into laughter all over again.  

“i’ll miss you, nike,” he whispers, once you’ve both calmed down. 

“i’ll miss you too, luke,” you reply. 

you gotta get’cha, get’cha head in the game

a year and a half later

“okay everybody shut up! they’re going by grade,” someone shouts, and the crowd of demigods quiets down as they sit in front of the screen. 

nobody can remember how they got it, but someone convinced chiron and mr. d to let them set up a screen and projector to watch uconn basketball’s first night. connor and travis claim to have found the items buried away in the big house’s attic, and while chiron would normally question the truth behind that statement, the excitement of your basketball debut outweighed the repercussions. especially when charlie and the other hephaestus kids found a way to get access to connecticut’s local news station, in long island.  

“i bet she’s next,” someone shouts, and everyone listens patiently to the music and the voice of the announcer. 

“a five-ten freshman guard from long island, new york,” the announcer starts, and everyone starts screaming and cheering, “number eleven, yn ln.” 

luke isn’t sure where the cheers are louder, camp half-blood or gampel pavilion, but he smiles nonetheless as he sees you skip out of the tunnel to the song from high school musical. he watches as you look at the camera, pointing between your eyes and the lens before blowing a kiss. chris shoves him gently, and luke feels himself blushing. 

“why’d she pick number eleven anyways?” one of the younger campers asks. 

“for luke, obviously,” another replies, and everyone turns to look at his uconn jersey with an ‘11’ printed on it.  

[mtsyik]

The babysitter and the babysittee ♡

Chapter 2: My little brother

Chapter one!

Tags: 18+ satoru gojo x reader, babysitter!reader, babysittee!gojo, friends to lovers, one-sided pining, age-gap relationship, a whole lot of flirting, smut, mentions of drugs, angst, mentions of death, lovesick!gojo, engineering student!gojo, architecture student!reader

Hello! I'm really glad that so many people liked the first chapter, so I will continue with the story. Please remember that English is not my first language, so excuse any mistakes that I make! Reblogging is permitted! I also want to specify that while I try to keep the depiction of the reader minimal, it is bound to happen at some point. Have a good read!!

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Satoru Gojo. The man who has already made quite a name for himself and is not even in his 3d year of college yet. The 'fuckboy' of campus, as they like to call him. (He would rather be called the charmer, but it's not as catchy, is it?). The man, the myth, the legend. The engineering student who also plays basketball in his free time. The dreamy boy who has everyone convinced they either want to be with him or be him.

But he wasn't always like this. He used to be a sweet 12 year old boy, barely having begun puberty. With braces and a crooked smile, big bright eyes staring right up at you.

You, who at the time was just an angry 15 year old girl. Always yelling while on the phone with your father, always bickering with your mother. You, who always picked Satoru up from practice with your dad's car (even though you didn't even have a lisence). You, who made Satoru promise he won't tell, buying him ice cream every day to make sure he wasn't going to tattle on you.

And Satoru Gojo, who was never going to tattle on you to begin with. Why would he? The chances of you being able to keep your babysitting job if he were to tattle on you were slim, and that's the last thing he wanted. Being away from you, the love of his life.

Okay, maybe the 'love of his life' is a bit dramatic, but hey, everything is a bit dramatic when you're twelve and you have a crush on a pretty teenage girl. And that summer was just that for Gojo, dramatic. With him picking up flowers to give you every day from the field across from the basketball one, and you, smiling from ear to ear because in your mind Gojo was just a kid. A kid with a silly puppy-like crush on you, and it made your heart melt.

So imagine your surprise when Gojo sees your (shitty#1) boyfriend coming to his house, (to make sure you weren't cheating on him); leaving you no time to realize what's going on before Satoru is at the door, yelling at him to get lost and slamming the door on his face before telling him that if he bothers you again, he'll call the cops.

But 12 isn't the only age where you are stupid and immature and have dumb crushes where you think you are going to marry each other. Because Kai (shitty#1) absolutely refused to leave, which caused the cops to be called, and for you to be kicked out of the Gojo house in shame, for putting their little boy in danger.

And with your head hung low Satoru remembers how you hugged him and told him it wasn't his fault, how you wiped the tears from his eyes, and how you smiled. The smile you had on when you whispered...

"Hope you still wanna marry me pretty boy"

And he also remembers how his cheeks flushed when you gave him a kiss on the cheek before leaving forever, out of his house, and out of his life. He remembers everything about you.

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So when he sees the love of his life, leaning against some railing at a dumb frat party (while being shit-faced), he pushes everyone out the way to come crashing into you.

Well, literally. Because when you are that drunk, and that heavy, and you fall on a (pretty but still pretty frail) girl, gravity is bound to win.

The next thing Satoru remembers is Geto trying to put his hands on you, touch you, comfort you. And maybe it's the alcohol, maybe it's the years of distance that had been put between you too, maybe it's how little your pretty little dress is covering, but he wasn't having it.

"NOOOOO Geeeeto she is mine!"

"What the fuck!"

And then he wraps his big muscly arms around you. And he notices you're a little cold, so his grip tightens to warm you up. The memory of you under 3 blankets in his house makes an appearance in his brain, and how you had smiled and said that you get cold easily. He mentally cusses the cold and how it makes you shiver.

Around him people are yelling, and he is so enarmored by the fact that he has found you, and how you still smell like honey and vanilla even after all these years, that he doesn't even care about the fact that you are pushing him away. Or Geto yelling, or the laundry Choso and Yuji had to do.

In fact he is so relaxed, that he allows himself one peaceful moment of sleep, with you in his arms. And so, he passes out on the ground before you. A goofy smile on hia face as he had finally, after years of only remembering you, found you.

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The next morning Satoru's head is ringing like fucking hell, and he gulps down the two ibuprofen that Geto had left next to his nightstand. He makes his way to the kitchen (after brushing his teeth) and glances at the clock. 10:15

Shit he had class at 12.

He takes in his surroundings and notices Yuji on the couch and Choso on the floor. His eyebrows furrow as if he's trying to remember something, but the ringing in his head makes him groan and bang his head on the table.

The door opens revealing Geto. He seems to carry various supermarket bags.

"Morning princess. Had a fun night?"

Geto laughs at the middle finger that was given to him and sets some things on the counter. Out of curiosity Satoru peaks at the goods, only to give a stink eye at Geto for only getting toast.

"I am truly sorry your majesty but your usual chaviar is going to have to wait, given the vomit that emitted from you just hours ago"

"Why are you talking like you're my royal bitch?"

"Why can't you control your alcohol tolerance?"

"Gee how long has it been since you last hooked up, grandpa?"

"Fucked your mom lastttt week I think. You're right, I should give her a call"

"Don't talk about my mom like that, man!'

"Isn't that how you talk about every female on the planet, douchebag? Well, apparently we did find the exception last night..."

"I do not- wait what did you say?" Words a little bit slurred and half opened eyes widening, Gojo seems to remember something from last night. Hugging a very pretty girl with a skin tight black dress- and woww his head hurts, maybe Geto is right about the drinking.

"You really don't remember, do you? You know what, you're just gonna have to wait"

"the fuck..."

"ughhhh do you guys have to yell? There are others in this world you know..." Choso makes his way to the kitchen, and slumbs down on a chair. His hair is all over the place and he lays against the chill counter.

"How did laundry go, pretty boy?"

"Like fucking shit I do not know what that kid does to his socks but-"

Not at all interested in the conversation that starts to unravel before him about the dos and dont's of laundry, Satoru reaches for his phone. Only for it to be snatched away by Geto.

"um hello? Personal property?"

"You should not be staring at half naked models at 10:30 after a hungover. You should go shower, and become a person once again so we can go to class without you humiliating me."

Satoru scoffs "Since when do I humiliate you? You are the one who spat your coca cola on the teachers face first semester"

Choso stops laughing at the look Geto gives him.

"Go, shower."

"Fine, mom! I will. " He slides off the chair and groggily makes his way to the shower. The first few droplets of the cold water against his skin make Satoru feel alive, and he starts to think about the projects he has due. Fuckk maybe he should stop droping by the frat parties (for now) so he can catch up. His eyebrows furrow as he goes over the conversation he had with Geto just now.

"You're just gonna have to wait"

What the fuck has he planned?

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You finish your lip combo and stare at yourself in the mirror while smacking your lips a couple of times. Not bad, not bad. You check the clock at the time. 10:40am. After a somewhat restless night of sleep from the excitement, you got up earlier than usual to prepare for the adventurous day ahead.

Yuna finally gets out of the shower and almost trips over her shoes in her hurry to get dressed. She yells out a bunch of cuss words at the impact of her toe on her dresser and moans from the pain.

"I told you to get up earlier.." You retouch your lipstick just a tad and smile at the glare you're receiving.

"Why do we even have a class at 12? I thought all our classes were at noon. "

"I told you, this semester they have been moved up a couple of hours so we can complete the assignments that we are given. You know, had I made the schedule, it would be even earlier. Making sure all of our assignments are perfect before they are delivered leaves a lot less room for potential mistakes- aw fuck Yuna! What the fuck!"

"This was your idea?! All of Christmas break I have been cursing the fuck whose idea was that our classes be moved even earlier! And it has been you this entire time!!"

She throws another one of her shoes at your head, but you swiftly dodge the flying heel. Yuna starts to cuss at you for being a goody-two-shoes when it came to assigments. To be honest she did have a point. All your life you have been taught that you need to be excellent in school, in after-school activities, in before school activities (showering was bordeline a sport in your house). Pretty much anything, in your entire life, that could potentially be graded by someone. Which led to you being a perfectionist at it's finest. But being perfect is pretty much the only way you can be taken seriously in your family, given the career you have chosen to follow. In a family of lawyers, doctors and accountants, "drawing for money" isn't really considered the epitome of education.

"My god, are you even listening? You have GOT to stop drinking three double espresso's every morning. Next thing you know you'll end up like my uncle Al."

"Isn't he the one with the Puerto Rican wife? If so I would gladly end up like him"

"God you are such a whore for big boobs"

With Yuna finally tying her shoes you both head out the door. Car keys in hand, you take in the scenery around you. The weather doesn't show any signs of warming up, even though it's closing in on February. Christmas decorations are still being taken down by people who were too bored to do so when it was time to. You notice, while Yuna is blasting on the radio whatever new rock band she is into lately, the new decorations that are been put in place. Hearts.

You sigh and your bestfriend continues to rock her head back and forth at the rock music. Another year without a valentine. Another year filled with couples and teenagers in love, anpther year of witnessing people making love everywhere you go (you guess this is college, so if they don't make public their relationship by screaming each others names out in the school bathroom, how?). The mental thought makes you regret your surrow. Maybe it is better that you are alone.

Before you even have the opportunity to get out of your car, Maki appears out of thin air banging on the window.

"You fucking idiots! We are going to be late to class!"

Maki, who has been your friend since the beginning of college and has stood by your side through thick and through thin in the last 2 years of knowing her. As soon as she finished high school she had left her home, leaving her alone to fend for herself against the cruel world. She eventually, after some gruelling years, had managed to go to college, where she met you and Yuna.

"Well why didn't you go without us? Need Y/n to hold your hand while I push you forward? *gasp* Hey! isn't that girl Nobara in engineering? The one you made out in- MY FUCKING GOD"

Maki seems to have run out of patience at Yuna's blabbering, because she stuck her hands in through the window and grabbed her in headlock to drag her out the car. Literally. With her feet draging the rest of her body away, you turn off the engine and lock the car. Grabbing your purse, your heels hit the pavement with every step you take. You sigh as you try to contain your composure, but your two idiotic friends start wrestling on the ground before your eyes.

"Maki you are a 25 year old woman! Act like one! And you, stop pretending you don't drool over that business major that hangs out with Nobara. And both of you get the fuck off the fucking floor before I come over there!"

With your finger still pointing at them, your voice a little raw from the yelling, (and some heads turned to where you stand) you watch in anger as both of your friends scramble to get on their feet. All three of you make your way inside (quietly, might I add) and to the classroom.

Your heart skips a bit at the sign, and you take a big breath before you enter. From the corner of your eye you can see Maki wiping her sweaty palms on her jeans, and Yuna fixing her skin tight shirt and fluffing her hair out. You push the door open with a racing heart and the image of the most breathtaking blue eyes you have ever seen make an appearance in your mind. You bite your lip to contain your excitement as you enter.

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"Whyyy why whyyy whyy why why why whyyyyyy"

"shut the fuck up, I am trying to listen"

"hey have you guys seen the new picture megan the stallion posted? ohh my little bro is going to loooove this!"

Huffing and puffing Satoru turns his head to glance at the teacher, who is going over for the nth time over the assignment that they have to do for this semester. Apparently it is the most exciting one, because it is going to involve the partnership between the architecture department and the engineering one. He then goes on and on about how important it is to gain a good foundation of trust between the designer and the builder of a building, how there are multiple steps it the proccess of accepting and understanding one another and blah blah blah. With a sigh Satoru let's his head fall on his hands as he stares at Geto and how he notes everything the teacher is telling them word by word.

He closes his eyes in annoyance when he catches from the corner of his eye a group of girls giggling and pointing at him. He frowns because it is the first (and only) time he has seen these girls, and he glances back at the teacher to try to figure out why would they put themselves in this classroom, when he himself doesn't even want to be here. A lightbulb goes off on his head when one of them has her phone number written out on the notes app on her phone, showing it to him while fluttering her eyelashes at him.

Aaaaahhhhh so he was the spectacle.

Well he might as well have some fun with this, no? He leans back against his chair and grabs his water bottle from his bag. With his head leaning back, he takes a few generous gulps before setting it back down. Making sure a couple of droplets fall to his white shirt, making it see through. And then proceeds to spit it out.

Because when the door opened, you came in. You, with your black shirt that hugs your curves, you with your pretty blue jeans and your black kitten heels (yes he knows them by name). You, who smiled brightly at the teacher when he rubbed your shoulder. You who hasn't changed a bit since he last saw you. You, who looks radiant, even in dark clothing. You, who gasps upon watching him spit out all the water from his mouth. You who giggles softly as he tries to apologize and hand out napkins for the mess he caused. You who smiles lovingly upon seeing him. You,you,you,you,you...

"Well seems like the head of the assignment has made quite the impression! Uh Would mind please introducing yourself to the students, dear?"

Satoru watches with the the most glee-having just seen a ghost- expression on his face a you introduce yourself, completely enamored by you to notice the shit eating grins Geto and Choso have on their faces. After a very short introduction that you gave, you give the other two with you a chance to speak for themselves (wow he hadn't even seen that you weren't alone) , before the you start to explain some things about how to projects would go for each individual team.

The class of engineering majors were divided in groups of three, and each of them were to group up with an architect student. Together they were supossed to plan and produce a mock-up in 1:10 dimensions, showcasing nothing other the very school they are in. Of course the whole point of the project is how the students would plan the school layout for the betterment of it's everyday functuality. Because, who does it concern more than the very students of these buildings?

After what seemed like eternity through Satoru's eyes, you bow politely and leave the classroom together with the other two, (what were their names?) and he feels like he can finally breathe. He slumps back on his chair, his hand running over his face in an attempt to check whether any of this is real or not. Geto smacks him in the head.

"You idiot. Have you even checked your phone?"

"Huh? Should I?"

"Just shut up and go to your notifications"

With a furrow of his brows, he clicks on the instagram icon and then notifications. He almost drops his phone.

@architecturey/n is now following you.

"what. the."

Geto shrugs "I told you not to drink too much"

Satoru's eyes widen "This happened last night?! I don't- how did I even get this?"

Gojo turns his head suddenly at the teacher shushing him. Mumbling out a weak apology for disrupting the class, he slumps back on his chair with his hands yanking his hair that keeps falling at his eyesight. Choso rubs his arm to comfort him.

"It's okay man. In a couple of months she will forget you eeeeever puked on her'.

"I WHAT-"

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Being kicked out of class for disrupting (and annoying the teacher, mostly) Satoru Gojo does the most sane thing to do in his situation. Track you down.

Which ultimately wasn't that hard to do, considering he was haul ass running to get to where you currently were, but hey, it seems like his mother was wrong. You apparently never outgrow a crush.

Or perhaps he never outgrew you.

He spots you just outside of the building, phone in hand and lit -what the fuck- a cigarette? You smoke?

"Thought smoking was bad for you"

You turn to face him with an estatic smile on your face, and Satoru thinks that he can just melt. You look more gorgeous than ever, with your features having matured over time and your beautiful bright eyes staring up at him. He thinks his heart is about to beat out of his chest. So he definitely is taken aback when you giggle and respond.

"Awwww little 'toru finally learned about smoking? You are still as adorable as ever sweetie!" You hug him tight from his torso, while he just stands there, puzzled.

"Aw you've grown a whole lot too. Bet you get aaaall the girls, am I right?"

He gives you a weak smile in response and scratches his neck, awkwardly.

"Yeah well, I-i'm glad to see you too... It's been a while huh..." he clears his throat to gain courage to ask "so listen, you uh... feel like grabbing a cup of coffee some time? You know to catch up?"

"Of course we could! I always have time for my little brother!"

Aaaand there it goes. Heart shattered in a million pieces. Broken, never to be fixed again,

Brother? Not even... a friend? Or uh, even an old buddy from back in the day? Literally, anything would be better than this! Did you really see him as your younger brother? That means that only he is off-limits in your mind. He is the limit. He feels like he could throw up.

"Oh, haha, you don't need to call me that, really..."

"Oh, I'm sorry, sweetie, I didn't mean to embarrass you. Yes, of course we can go get a cup of coffee. In fact, I will speak with your teacher so we can be grouped up together. How does that sound?"

His face lights up. Okay,okay, maybe if you spend a lot of time together working on this project, you will start to see him differently. Okay, this could work! He could use his charm on you! After all, you are just a girl-woman. Righttttt just like any other woman that he has come across, right? Aaaany other woman that has been charmed by a single looks, or a smiple smile that he has thrown their way. If he can do that to women who don't even know his name, can you imagine what he can do to you? Yeah. This will work.

"Sounds like a plan."

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Chapter three!

Hello again! I realized that I didn't put an author's note on the first chapter, although I don't really have much to say. Thanks to all of you who showed me support in the first chapter! Definitely motivates me to keep updating, and although I know the writing is not the best, I swear I'm trying my best. I have really high hopes for this series so I hope I can live up to them 🤧🤧🤧 Anyhow I will see you all in the next chapter!

[drownedinlavender]

⋆｡°✩South Park High School AU Headcanons⋆｡°✩

Mainly written to get out of my writers block lmaoo. This is a guide to all my headcanons in my “Be Nice to Me” fanfic

⋆｡°✩ Kyle Broflovski:

6'2”. Tall with lean muscle. Ginger with emerald green eyes and light freckles. Very curly hair with trimmed sides.

Juggles the debate club, basketball team, student council, and too many AP classes to count.

The first to get his driver's license out of the main 4 + Leopold.

His parents got him a car for his birthday for doing so well academically.

Works and volunteers during the summer.

Gets into detention often due to Cartman baiting him into fights.

Has gotten benched multiple times for playing too aggressively in basketball games when instigated by rival teams.

Has a tight knit study group with Wendy, Tolkien, and Nichole.

They help each other out with their AP classes but also consider each other rivals, trying to beat the other for the title of valedictorian.

Very good at first person shooters, often out performing Cartman.

Knows how to build a PC.

Learned how to program in his free time.

Spends time with his family and has a close relationship with Ike.

Knows Cartman’s schedule better than Cartman himself

Begrudgingly gives Cartman rides to school sometimes. Will leave him if he takes too long though.

⋆｡°✩Eric Cartman:

5'10”. Big, bulky build. A lot of arm muscle + big belly. Soft chestnut brunette hair. Dark reddish brown eyes. Thick eyebrows.

Is both on the football and hockey teams. He likes to use both sports as an excuse to be a major asshole towards others and uses his size to his advantage.

In the board games club. Argues with Nichole a lot for leadership.

Has a hard time studying and paying attention due to ADHD.

Does enough school work to pass. Thinks school is pointless and a big scam.

Would much rather play video games or watch TV instead of school work.

Unfortunately, to his Spanish teacher's demise, outperforms others in Spanish class.

Prefers first person shooters but also loves dress up games. Would kill anyone that found out.

Will trash talk your mom but if someone trash talks his mom he WILL dox them.

Loves reality tv. Big fan of RuPaul's drag race, Love is Blind, the Real Housewives.

Is a menace on reddit.

Has gotten his account reported many times on reddit, discord, and twitter.

Planning to major in business or finance in college.

The last of the main 4 + Leopold(Butters) to learn how to drive. Was genuinely too lazy and constantly bummed rides off the others anyway, specially Kyle.

⋆｡°✩Stan Marsh:

5'11”. Average build. Straight dark black hair. Wears a beanie often since his hair gets oily fast. Dark blue eyes.

Stan loves writing and listening to music. He's very big into metal, rock, and Midwest emo right now.

His extracurriculars are football and the board game club.

He volunteers at animal shelters in his free time and fundraisers for the environment.

He's an average student, usually getting Bs and Cs, and a D if he doesn't study enough.

He's terrible at multitasking. He's a very forgetful person.

Wendy and Kyle constantly have to remind him about deadlines and big projects.

On his 16th birthday, his dad gave him his old pick up truck.

Tolkien comes over often and they do homework together. He helps Stan with math a lot.

Stan and Kyle still consider themselves best friends even if they don't live right next door.

Crimson Dawn meets up often, practicing at Stan's since they can be as loud as they want there.

Sometimes friends like Kyle, Wendy, Timmy, and Tolkien come over to just hang out with the others and watch the band practice.

Stan and Wendy have been off and on since elementary school. It's obvious when they're not dating since Stan sometimes relapses back into his goth phase.

Stan and Tolkien have hooked up on a few occasions when Stan and Wendy broke up.

Tolkien has also dated Wendy on more than one occasion.

Stan is the type of kid that casually gets along with every “clique” in school since he doesn't really have beef with anyone. He's a very chill guy who often reacts pretty indifferently to most things.

⋆｡°✩Kenny Mccormick:

5’8”. Very skinny, mainly due to a poor diet. Wavy dirty blonde hair, tends to grow it out or cuts it short depending on his mood. Purple eyes. Front tooth gap.

Kenny's been working overtime while attending school since middle school. He gets paid under the table for most of it.

He saved up just enough to buy a really run down, beat up, used car. It's a stick shift and requires a ton of repairs.

He learned a lot about mechanics in order to save money and not have to take it anywhere to get fixed.

He learned how to drive stick shift and how to fix a car through YouTube.

He takes and picks up Karen from school. He also pays for all of her school supplies and encourages her to pick up extracurriculars.

Kenny doesn't have to study in order to get good grades in school. He barely has to do his homework either. As long as he listens to the lectures and skims through the material, he’ll pass. If he didn’t work overtime then he would be highly ranked in their year.

Kenny barely sleeps 4 hours a day. 5 on a good day.

He plans to keep working at the same pace and go to a trade school. Once he is more settled and his sister is an adult able to stand on her own, he might go back to school but he doesn't really stress about it and prefers living day by day then worrying about the future.

⋆｡°✩Leopold Butters Scotch:

5’9”. Lanky. Light blonde hair and sky blue eyes.

Works while attending school. Is very good at saving money.

Bought his own car at 16. Very safe driver with the occasional outburst of road rage.

Bought his own gaming PC. It's Hello Kitty themed. His favorite games are Animal Crossing and Hello Kitty Island Adventure.

Does very well in school.

Tutors others in his free time.

Volunteers to read for preschoolers at the community library.

Works as a summer camp counselor during the summers.

Cartman copies his homework when he isn't looking.

Part of the Board Game club and the Cheerleading squad.

Still gets grounded by his parents a lot but plans to live in College dorms soon.

Misc.

⋆｡°✩Clyde is part of the football team and basketball team. Sports are his bread and butter. He doesn't do well academically. Cry baby. Is on and off with Bebe.

⋆｡°✩Craig is captain of the space club. Wants to become an astronaut. Has been consistently dating Tweek ever since getting shipped by the Asian girls.

⋆｡°✩Tweek works at his dad's coffee shop while attending school. It has become a bit of a hub for the kids to hang out so it's doing well and he gets paid well. Is great at saving money. Loves playing DnD and really gets into character. Attends the space club with Craig.

⋆｡°✩Tolkien is a star student. Plays basketball, football, and is in the student council. Has dated Nichole, Wendy, Stan, and Clyde. None of his relationships ever end poorly. Is friendly with everyone. Is arguably the most popular, well liked kid in school.

⋆｡°✩Bebe is bisexual and has dated a few of the girls when off with Clyde. Clyde has no game however and barely dates anyone when they are broken up. She's part of cheerleading, volleyball, and the yearbook club. She's a minor influencer online, focusing on fashion, beauty, feminism, and human rights.

⋆｡°✩Wendy and Kyle constantly compete for valedictorian. She's captain of the debate team, cheerleading squad (Bebe vice captain), and volleyball team (Nichole vice captain). Stan and her have almost consistently dated with some hiccups here and there. They don't break up as often as Clyde and Bebe but when they have, she's dated Tolkien and Bebe briefly. She volunteers in a multitude of different organizations and feels very passionate about every cause she takes up. Has a substantial following on Twitter where she's very vocal about her beliefs.

[jeankluv]

Birdie - Satoru Gojo | Chapter 08

Words: 4,3k

Summary: You didn’t like him, at all. But due to your bad luck you would have to be forced to work with him and different circumstances end up leading you to the fact that perhaps the word dislike is not the one you use to describe him.

ac: _3aem

Tags: modern au, college au, fem!reader, academic rivals, he fell first, fluff, old money Gojo Satoru, abusive parents, slight slow burn, Satoru is a softy, secondary couple (Geto Suguru x oc), a bit of angst, no use of y/n, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, Gojo plays basketball, Gojo needs a hug

Notes: I’m beginning my studying time this upcoming weeks so expect chapters only on weekends. Remember you can send me requests for small stories with any jjk, op or aot characters, smut or fluff, except smut for minors like Megumi, Yuji, Nobara, etc.. Anyways thank you and have a great week 🤍

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You had arrived from work 20 minutes ago to be exact, in that time you had taken a shower and now you were making a coffee to go straight to studying. Tomorrow you had the exam and you had barely had any free time to study during the week. They had given you more work and the teamwork with Satoru had grown. Satoru. It was strange for you to call him by his name, it was even stranger to call him in class, so most of the time you tried not to do it, but Satoru, as clever as he was, had noticed it and had taken it as a new way to mess with you, in a good way of course.

You walked in silence to your room — Kyoko was studying for another of her subjects and her parents had gone to sleep a while ago. Making as little noise as possible you sat down at your desk and opened the book to the exercise page. Putting aside the hot cup of coffee, you sat up straight, ready to spend practically the entire night, making problems over and over again.

You knew you were going to pass the exam, thanks to Satoru's explanations you knew you would get it but you still wanted to pass it. It wasn't because you didn't want to go on that date with him, to tell the truth, right now you wouldn't mind doing it.

While you were thinking that, a smile appeared on your face, which you immediately shook off. If you liked Satoru better and if Kyoko had been right, your “hatred” towards him had always been stupid.

Taking your headphones and your mobile phone, you put on your study playlist on Spotify and began working through each of the problems, with the music filling your ears.

Close to 2 a.m., you decided to get up from the seat where you had been sitting for over two hours and walk around your room to stretch and clear your mind. Your hands ached from gripping the pen so tightly, and your bed was calling out to you to go to sleep.

Your phone, which was on the table, lit up, indicating that a new notification had arrived. Weird. It was 2 a.m.—who could it be?

You picked it up and looked at the notification.

Pain in the ass

Birdie!!

Don't stay up too late and rest.

You'll do great tomorrow 💪

Feeling a mix of surprise and warmth flood through you, you read Satoru's message again, your heart fluttering at his unexpected gesture. Despite the late hour, his words brought a sense of comfort and encouragement that you hadn't realized you needed.

With a soft smile playing on your lips, you typed out a quick reply to him.

You to Pain in the ass

Thanks, Satoru.

Your message means a lot.

I'll make sure to get some rest, don’t worry.

Goodnight 💫

Sending the message, you set your phone back down on the table, you returned to your studies. But without being able to shake the feeling of warmth that lingered within you.

You heard your name being called in the distance, over and over again. It was Kyoko's voice. With your eyelashes still stuck together, you opened your eyes. In the end, you had fallen asleep while studying. At what point? You didn't know exactly.

“What are you doing here?” Kyoko asked, her eyes wide open.

“What…?”

“Your exam is in 45 minutes!”

You had fallen asleep. Damn, damn, damn. How was that possible? You got up from the chair and grabbed your phone. It hadn't rung.

“Kyoko…” You whispered, turning to look at her, feeling your chest tightening. “In 45 minutes, it's impossible for me to make it to class.” You had to take several transfers to get to the university, and usually, it took you more than an hour. “Shit... if I don't show up, I'll fail, and if I fail, they'll take away my scholarship, if they take away my scholarship, then I'll have to give up everything.” You were about to have a panic attack.

“Hey!” she grabbed your face to make you look at her. “If someone can drive you, then you'll make it on time.”

You nodded, it was true. If someone drove you, you would be there in 15 minutes. But who? Who could drive you?

And then your eyes widened as you realized there was someone. You grabbed the phone again and searched for his name among your contacts, dialing and praying that he would pick up.

“Hello!” The familiar voice came from the other end of the line. “It's rare for you to call me at…”

“Satoru!” You cried. “I fell asleep and I won't make it. Could you come pick me up by car?”

“I'll be there in less than 10 minutes, birdie.” And with that, the call ended.

You looked at Kyoko and sighed. “He said he'll be here in 10 minutes.” She looked at you in relief.

“Good, now start getting ready. You are still on your pajamas, I will prepare something for you to eat.” She started to walk away.

“Kyoko.” You called her, Kyoko looked at you from the door frame. “There is no need, you know I get extremely anxious with exams. I will eat something after the exam. Don’t worry.” She nodded and closed the door behind her.

You walked to your closet and looked for something to wear, needing to get ready quickly. You couldn't be late, nor could you keep Satoru waiting. While looking in the mirror, your phone started ringing. Turning on your heel, you approached it and picked up the phone.

“I'm outside.” Satoru's voice came through on the other end of the line.

“Alright, I'm coming out right now.” You said and hung up.

You grabbed your backpack and the notes from the table and hurried through the house. You waved goodbye to Kyoko and stepped outside, finding Satoru's car parked in front. With light steps, you approached the car and naturally got inside.

“I can't thank you enough.” You said as you settled into the seat.

“Birdie, you don't have to thank me for anything.” He said, shrugging and smiling at you. "Ready to go now?” You nodded and finished buckling your seatbelt.

Satoru made sure you had your seatbelt on and started the car. Leaving behind the neighborhood where you lived, Satoru entered the main road towards the university. You had never driven to university so the road was totally new for you.

You focused your eyes on the new view, seeing the high skyline of Tokyo and the different places ahead of you. You let a small sigh out of your lips.

While the car was still moving across the road, you subtly directed your gaze towards Satoru. You hadn't realized until now, but his blue eyes were covered by round sunglasses. As you looked at his profile you couldn't shake the growing feeling that he was in your stomach.

God Satoru Gojo is fucking handsome. You thought to yourself.

Shaking those thoughts away, you looked for your notes and opened them to review a little before the exam. Your leg began to move unconsciously, it was something that happened to you since you were little, when you were nervous.

A hand, that wasn’t yours, stopped the movement of your leg. This simple gesture caused a sensation that went straight through your whole body.

“Birdie.” Satoru’s voice echoed in the once silent car. “You will do it great…” His hand was still on your knee. And for some reason, it didn’t feel wrong or uncomfortable.

“I just…” You swallowed, trying to formulate a sentence. “I just want to make sure.”

Satoru nodded, still looking at the road before him and still having his hand on your leg. You wanted to tell him to move it. It was a gesture that felt way too intimate, way too comforting. You liked way too much.

You coughed and moved your leg, trying to make him move away his hand. He must have caught the gesture because he moved his hand away from your leg and grabbed the steering wheel again.

A feeling of emptiness and remorse settled in your chest. What an idiot you were.

The landscape began to become more familiar, as you were approaching the university. Luckily you were going to arrive in time for the exam, there were still 10 minutes left before it started. You heard Satoru murmur under his breath and felt the car slow down.

You turned to look at him to see what was happening. “What happened?”

“There is always a traffic jam at the entrance.” He explained to you. You paled for a moment to which Satoru noticing, tried to calm you down. “Birdie, there's time, we'll get there. I’ll make sure you get there.” That calmed your heart fluttering with nervousness.

The car moved slowly and the minutes started to pass, you were starting to enter the campus when the clock indicated that there were 5 minutes left for the start of the exam. You felt the car stopping right in front of your faculty.

“Go.” Satoru pointed at you with the head, you looked at him confused. “C’mon birdie, just go to the exam.”

“What about you?”

“I will find a place to park and go.” You were about to speak when Satoru spoke once again. “It’s okay, I will arrive on time and if I don’t then I will cry a little and the professor will let me in. I mean, look at this face.”

You huffed and unbuckled the car seat belt. “You better get there, because I don't want to beat you if you don't take the exam.” Satoru smiled and leaned on the steering wheel, lowering his glasses a little.

“Don't worry princess, that won't happen.”

Your cheeks turned crimson red upon hearing the new name he had given you. “Don't even think about calling me that again Gojo!” You threatened him, knowing that calling him by his last name would upset him.

“Sorry birdie, now go!” You nodded and turned around to start rushing toward the class.

Your legs moved quickly through the hallways, each step echoing through the halls of the university building. With every step, you felt the weight of your anxiety pressing down on you, urging you to move faster. Had your classroom always been this far away? It seemed like an eternity.

Finally, you reached the door to your classroom and skidded to a stop, leaning against the wall to catch the breath that had escaped your lungs. Your heart was pounding in your chest, the adrenaline from the sprint was still running through your veins, it had been a long time since you last practiced any type of exercise, so your body was no longer used to it. You took a moment to compose yourself, inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly as you tried to calm your racing pulse.

Now recovered, you entered the classroom and scanned the faces of your classmates. Most were already seated, their faces a mix of nervous anticipation and focused determination. Some, were deep in last-minute discussions, whispering fervently as they exchanged notes and assurances.

Taking your usual seat, you sank into the chair and let out a long sigh, the tension in your body slowly dissipating. But as you looked around the room, a knot of worry formed in your stomach. Satoru was nowhere to be seen. Was he still looking for a place to park?

Professor Tanaka's voice cut through the murmurs of the room, signaling the start of the exam. You looked nervously at the empty seat next to you, a sinking feeling settling in the pit of your stomach. If Satoru didn't arrive on time, it would be your fault. It had been you who had fallen asleep, who had made him come look for you. And now, he could lose the exam because of you. Panic gnawed at the edges of your mind as you waited, hoping against hope that he would arrive before it was too late.

You bowed your head, silently pleading for Satoru Gojo to appear at that exact moment. The minutes ticked by agonizingly slow, each second feeling like an eternity as you anxiously awaited his arrival.

Then, just as your hope was beginning to wane, the door swung open and there he was, Satoru Gojo, striding into the classroom with his trademark confidence.

“Gojo, you're late.” Teacher Tanaka's voice rang out, drawing your attention back to it.

Relief flooded through you as you looked up to see him standing there.

He is here.

“Sorry, sorry.” He chuckled, flashing a cocky smile as he made his excuse. “I couldn't find a place to park, but here I am.”

“Okay, now go and sit.” Professor Tanaka instructed, pointing towards his seat.

“Thank you.” Satoru replied with a grateful nod, walking confidently towards his desk, located right next to yours.

Calmly, Satoru settled down next to you and turned his head to look at you. At that moment, your eyes met and a sudden blush invaded you. Satoru gave you a warm, mischievous smile, accompanied by a playful wink that made you blush again, it was the second time in the day.

With determination, you decided to put any distractions related to Satoru Gojo out of your mind and focused on the exam that Professor Tanaka had just handed out. With a sigh, you gripped the pen firmly and began to read the questions carefully. To your surprise, from the first moment you felt comfortable and confident, understanding each statement clearly.

A satisfied smile spread across your face as you realized that this time was different; Your hours of studying with Satoru had paid off and now you felt ready to face the challenge. With each answer you wrote, your self-confidence grew, and that feeling of accomplishment propelled you to keep going.

Concentrated and focused on your skills, you solved each problem with precision and efficiency.

After 45 minutes, you felt Satoru get up from his seat, drawing curious looks from most of your classmates. Satoru, with his characteristic playful smile, approached the teacher and handed him the exam. He didn't surprise you since he was always the first to finish the exams.

As Satoru walked towards the professor, some murmurs of surprise and admiration were heard around him. He watched as he confidently handed in his exam, exchanging a few brief words with the professor before returning to his seat.

Despite his quickness, you noticed that Satoru didn't seem worried about the outcome. He always had that carefree self-assurance that made him stand out. Meanwhile, you continued working on the exam calmly and focused, solving each question at your own pace.

Satoru's attitude was simply part of his energetic and self-confident personality. No matter the situation, he always seemed to be one step ahead. But this time I would get over it, yes you would.

You looked at your completed exam and with a smile you stood up from your seat. You walked past Satoru and gave him a subtle glance while wrinkling your nose and flashing your proud smile. You walked up to Professor Tanaka's table and handed her your test.

Turning on your heel you returned to your seat, watching as Satoru kept his gaze fixed on you while he smiled at you with a hand on his chin. You sat down in your seat and directed your gaze towards Satoru, he raised his thumb at him, wondering if he had done well for you, to which you nodded happily.

You turned your head and started looking out the window, while you waited for the exam to end. The minutes passed slowly, as you watched the students go from one side to the other across the campus. You felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders and thanks in part to the help of the person you would have least imagined. Satoru Gojo.

It had been over a month since you were paired up for the project, and in that time, you had become closer, as much as it was hard for you to admit. Over the past two weeks, you found that your attitude towards him, as well as your feelings, changed.

With each passing day, your interactions with him became more meaningful and you couldn't help but notice the subtle changes in your emotions. What started as a group project duo you hated and loathed was turning into something deeper, something that stirred your heart in unexpected ways. And something that scared you greatly with every movement you made.

The class was filled with noise and agitated movements of your classmates — the exam was over. You sighed letting out the air of tension and stood up from your seat. Only to run into Satoru looking at you carefully with those blue eyes again. Did he ever look away from you?

“How was birdie?” He smiled at you.

You smiled widely, showing your teeth. “Perfect. I’m going to win our bet.” You challenged him.

“Oh.” He formed an 'o' with his lips. “I can't wait to see that.” A smile appeared on his lips.

“Satoruuuuu.” A voice approached both of you, it was one of your classmates, you saw them a couple of time but never interacted with them.

“Hey.” Satoru smiled with a flirtatious smile drawn on his face, you rolled your eyes at the gesture.

“Satoru, I was wondering.” They looked around and also looked at you. And you swore the gaze wasn’t a nice one. “I’m really bad at this subject and well you’re the best.” To which Satoru nodded with a smile. “I was wondering if you could help me study, we could meet up after classes and you could teach me.” They started touching Satoru’s arm which made an unpleasant sensation run through your body.

Satoru took their hand and placed it far away from him. “Sorry but I don't give private classes.” You looked at him confused, that was clearly a lie. “Now, we will be leaving. Birdie, let’s go?” You looked at him still confused with the lie he just told.

As both of you began to walk away, you overheard the friends of your classmate approaching them.

“I thought she couldn't stand him.” One of them remarked.

“Yeah, and apparently he's been giving her private classes.” Another added.

“Yeah, you know what type of private classes, right?” One of them chuckled. “Her knees must be all red.” The group erupted into laughter.

You rolled your eyes at the disgusting rumors, but over the years, you had learned to ignore such talk behind your back.

Suddenly, Satoru's voice cut through the air. He was no longer beside you. When did he move? “Repeat that if you dare.” He said. “Did you really think I wouldn't hear you with a voice so piercing it echoes throughout the classroom?” A shiver ran down your spine. You had never seen Satoru angry or heard him speak in such a tone. And judging by the stares directed at him, neither had anyone else.

“I…” The person who made the comment stuttered, trembling with fear at the sight of Satoru Gojo's imposing figure and fierce glare.

“What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?” Satoru taunted.

“Satoru.” The one who had approached him earlier to ask for a private class stepped forward. “My friend didn't mean it that way.”

“Is that so?” Satoru said snorting. “Then what did they mean?”

“Satoru.” Your classmate insisted, looking somewhat uncomfortable under Satoru's piercing gaze. “They were just joking around, you know how it is.”

Satoru's expression remained stern, his eyes fixed on the group. “Joking around about what, exactly?” He demanded, his voice laced with a simmering anger.

The group exchanged nervous glances, realizing they were caught in an uncomfortable situation. “We... we didn't mean anything by it.” One of them mumbled.

“And what exactly did you mean, then?” He pressed, his voice low and threatening.

One of the friends stammered, struggling to find words under Satoru's intense scrutiny. “We... we were just messing around, you know?” They muttered weakly.

Satoru's eyes narrowed, his patience becoming thinner with each word that was coming out of their mouths. “Messing around at whose expense?” He snapped, his voice rising with anger.

The group flinched. “We... we didn't mean to offend anyone.” Another one muttered.

You almost laughed out loud hearing them.

Satoru took a step forward, his presence dominating the space between them. “Words have consequences.” He growled. “Think before you speak, or face the consequences.”

With that, Satoru turned on his heel and walked away, leaving the group stunned into silence. As he approached you, you could see his face relaxing and his anger slowly dissipating.

“Sorry about that.” He said, his tone softer now. “You are okay?”

You nodded, not giving much importance to the words of people you didn’t know.

Together, you continued on your way, leaving behind the echoes of the confrontation. As you walked, you couldn't help but give small gazes at Satoru, you wouldn’t have thought Satoru would have stepped out just for you but he did.

Arriving at the cafeteria, you sat one in front of the other and with a cup on each hand.

“Thank you.” You whispered. “For you know, stepping in. There was no need…”

“What do you mean there was no need?” He left his cup on the table. “They were bad mouthing you, trying to create rumors that were no true.”

“People like to talk.” You shrugged casually. “At the end of the day the important thing is what the people who matter to you think about you. Not those with whom you have never exchanged a word and surely never will. They talk because their lives are so extremely boring that to satisfy that void they have, they have to fill it with lies and bad words about others.” You picked up your cup and calmly sipped it again.

You didn't care if people talked behind your back, yes sometimes those words like knives could stab you hard. But at the end of the day those people were insignificant to you, the people you cared about weren't those people so if they wanted to think that you had been sucking Satoru Gojo's cock, then they should. With that story created in their heads, you knew that envy was eating away at them.

“No.” You observed as Satoru's fists tightened on the table, his expression a blend of frustration and indignation. “It doesn't matter if you'll never interact with those people, or if they mean nothing to you. No one deserves to be spoken about in the way they did there.” He declared, his voice carrying a hint of intensity. “You don't deserve that, birdie. You don't deserve anyone speaking ill of you. Because you are truly wonderful and only deserve good and praising words.”

His words resonated deeply, igniting a warmth in your chest as if a comforting flame had been kindled. It was remarkable how Satoru possessed the ability to evoke such a profound sense of reassurance with just a few simple words.

As you met his earnest gaze, you felt your cheeks warmer.

“You’re an idiot.” You said hiding your face in the coffee cup.

Satoru looked at you offended. "What have I done?" He cried.

You were about to reply when your phone started to sound on your bag. “Hi.” You said.

The happy voice of Haibara sounded on the other side of the phone singing your name. “I was calling you to tell you that tomorrow we will be closing the store. So you don’t have to come, you are free!”

“Oh!” You gasped in surprise. “That’s great! But nothing happened right?”

“Nop.” He popped out the ‘p’. “Just enjoy your weekend. Now I need to leave! Bye!” And with that he hanged out.

You looked at you phone for an instant. “What happened?” Satoru spoke.

“Nothing.” You put your phone aside. “Haibara called me, he wanted to tell me that tomorrow I would be free.”

“Great.” He smiled. “The basketball team is having a party at the disco. Wanna come?” He cockily looked at you.

“Are you inviting me out, Satoru Gojo?” You raised an eyebrow. “The results for the exam aren’t out yet.” You challenged him.

“Oh princess if I win the bet I won’t be taking you out to an ugly club.” There it was again that new nickname that turned yourself on.

“Gojo.” You replied with a mocking tone. “Don't even think about calling me that.”

“Kyoko is coming.” He said ignoring your words.

“How do you know that?”

“Suguru is my best friend and Kyoko is his girlfriend, duh.” He said sticking his tongue out.

“I will think about it.”

“Pretty please.” He said pouting.

“I didn’t know the great Satoru Gojo could pout like a puppy.” You mocked.

“Oh for you I would that and much more.”

The conversation was taking an unexpected turn, entering a territory that felt strangely flirtatious. Were you inadvertently sending signals, or was Satoru intentionally leading the interaction in that direction?

You shook your head, dismissing the thought as absurd. No, that couldn't be it. Surely, it was just a result of the comfortable rapport you shared as friends, nothing more. And Satoru, well, he was just being his usual charismatic self, right?

But despite your attempts to rationalize it, a nagging doubt lingered in the back of your mind. Could there be something more to these exchanges? Or were you simply overthinking things?

You couldn't deny it, you felt attracted to his presence and appreciated the moments you spent together. And as your connection had deepened, so had your feelings that blossomed within you.

You still didn't want to admit that something had changed in you regarding Satoru Gojo. But you knew it was there, your feelings for him were undeniable and showed no signs of fading.

You brushed off those thoughts, chalking it up to imagination. After all, you and Satoru were just friends, nothing more, nothing less. At least, that's what you kept telling yourself.

Note: a more transitory chapter than other thing, but the real shit is about to start in the next chapter.

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Roommate Heartbreak Protection Squad

KIM TAEHYUNG X FEM!READER | commissions

summary: as his roommate, it was Taehyung's job to make sure Jungkook doesn't date you and break your heart. Surely there's no other ulterior motive to his jealousy. | tae being chaotic AS FUCK.

"You stole my pasta."

There were many ways to greet an intruder, but you were already late to class and hungry as hell, so when you saw a dark-haired stranger in your couch, your first instinct had been to look at what he had been eating.

"Sorry, Tae said I could help myself to whatever in the fridge." The man, who you now recognized as Jeon Jungkook, said apologetically.

You blinked. Your roommate's assortment of friends always caught you by surprise, especially since Kim Taehyung did not look like an extrovert. He was smart, sweet and shy but his friends shared no quality with him or among themselves. For example — the always broody but secretly soft Yoongi, the class clown Hoseok, the future valedictorian Jin, and so many more, including the college heartthrob Jungkook — who just so happened to be staring right at you.

"Did you want this back?" he asked in confusion, handing the plate over to you.

"No, you can have it," you said plainly, heading over to the counter to make yourself a cup of coffee. "Where's Taehyung? Did you stay the night?"

A choking sound.

"I take that as a no?"

"I am not fucking Tae Y/N, please!"

"You know my name?"

"I make it my mission to know all girls." You caught a gleam of his smile from the cupboard glass reflection and you rolled your eyes.

"Do you want coffee? I'm running late but I left the kettle on. Or save it for Tae — oh, for god's sake." You had accidentally dropped your bags, and the books came spilling out. Even with his mouth full of pasta, Jungkook came over to help pick them up.

"Art Through the Ages?" he asked, looking pleasantly surprised.

You blinked. "Must be my friend's book. You're an artist?"

"Kind of, I draw in my free time. I'm always doodling but lately, I've grown affectionate to canvas art."

You tiled your head to one side, trying to imagine him with a brush in his hands. It was hard, seeing as he was in his basketball jersey almost every time you saw him on campus.

"I even almost submitted a copy of my favorite painting to the campus, you know, for the Artists Ensemble. Like I'm gonna win the competition, pfft." He sounded a bit wistful. You noticed he was very easy to talk to, possibly because he was a Class A Yapper.

"You should have submitted," you said, standing up. "Even if you're going to lose, who's going to know?"

With that, you were out the door, waving your hand in goodbye. Jungkook was surprised.

Taehyung walked in a few moments later to find a gleaming Jungkook. "I love your roommate."

"You what?!"

Jungkook just threw his hands over his friend, leading him out of the apartment.

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Jungkook liked Y/N? But she's not even his type! Why would he even like her?

Questions like this flew through Taehyung's head throughout the first two hours of class, where he would look at you sitting a few seats away, then at Jungkook. It was confusing really, but Taehyung felt a pang of annoyance every time the former laughed too loud or cracked a joke, all of which he usually does.

Out of everyone who could have liked Y/N, why did it have to be him? With his perfect smile and perfect flirting, girls adored him. And all of them regretted it a month or two after, because that's when their relationship usually gets over. Jungkook wasn't a player, he had far too much heart to ever be one — but he loved relationships only for the love of it. If he wasn't romanticizing life every few seconds and actually got to know the other person, he could form a connection with them. But Jungkook was far too busy skipping around and being impulsive. He was sweet, but he was not cut out for serious relationships yet.

In short, Y/N can never date him, Taehyung decided firmly. He knew you were strong and capable of dealing with these things, but he was just starting to get close to you, and what kind of roommate would he be if his best friend broke your heart? Wouldn't you hate him?

I'm such a good friend, he thought to himself obliviously.

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Kim Taehyung usually stayed clear of you while you were on campus. He had his friends and you had your own, so other than the occasional small talks, you guys didn't come across as close friends.

Which was why it was surprising when he strolled over to you on lunch break with a tray in his hand.

"Hi," he said, sounding like he already regretted coming over.

"Hey Tae, what's up?" you asked, moving away from your group.

"I was wondering if — if I could talk with you for a moment? I've had confusions in Philosophy."

"I- I don't take that class," you said, then connected the dots. His friends were nowhere in sight so maybe he was just lonely and wanted to spend time with you. It was sweet and you couldn't let him down. Not when he was looking at you with those puppy eyes. "But if you're not busy, care to join me for lunch?"

He looked relieved. "That'd be great."

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"So what's up?" you asked, taking a bite of the apple.

"The girl you hang out with, Sarah? Is she seeing anyone?" he asked, hands folded in front of his food.

You were caught off guard.

"Uhm, no? Why, do you like her?" you asked, trying to keep that hint of bitterness at bay.

So what if you had a small crush on your roommate? It wasn't your fault your roommate happened to look gorgeous all the time. 'Handsome' doesn't do him justice. He was pretty like the flowers he took care of. He was kind enough to get you food when you feel down, he never intruded on your privacy, he kept the apartment clean and no matter what time it was, he never failed to look adorable. Of course, it would make sense he would like Sarah! Sarah who was beautiful and smart and—

"What no, Jimin likes her," Taehyung said plainly. He wasn't meeting your eyes, like he was lying. Or hiding something.

"That's why you wanted to talk? Sarah and Jimin?"

"You don't think it'll work out?"

"No, it might but—"

"And, I want to apologize if Jungkook was making you uncomfortable in the morning." He was watching you closely now, hardly blinking.

"Uncomfortable?"

"He's very flirty with everyone he sees."

"Oh," you furrowed your eyebrows. "Well, he didn't say anything that crossed the line. He was quite nice to me, don't worry."

"Nice?" Taehyung sat up straighter. "Do you like him then?"

"Excuse me?"

"It's alright if you do. Everyone does! I sometimes think Mrs. Mahey wouldn't have given him an A if he didn't give her compliments all the time."

"Wait—"

"You like him, don't you?"

"I didn't know this was an interrogation!" you said, putting the apple down. "Now that I think about it, Jimin is already talking to that one blonde girl in the art department."

"Look, it's none of my business." His eyebrows scrunched up in a cute frown. "Actually, it is. Jungkook is my best friend and he would fuck a troll if he could get the chance—"

"Excuse me?" You stood up, not even caring about lunch. "You did not just compare me to a troll!"

Kim looked alarmed. "Of course I didn't! I just meant I should know if I woke up one day and saw my best friend eating your—"

He couldn't finish his sentence because you had already spilled your water on his face. It got into his mouth and he was busy coughing it out to notice you were leaving.

"Asshole." You said under your breath.

"Pasta!" He yelled, but to no avail. "I meant eating your pasta Y/N, for fuck's sake!"

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Taehyung had an entire day to himself to realize just how much he fucked up. But the nail in the coffin came about half past four, when Hoseok found him after History class.

"Party at Jungkook's and you're coming," he said, easing his hand around Tae's shoulders. "Wear something not nerdy, there's girls there."

"I'm not sure, I have to sort some shit with Y/N first."

"Roommate trouble," he tsked. "It doesn't matter, you might see her at his place."

Taehyung stopped in his tracks. "Just why would that happen?"

"Well, he was searching for her earlier. Something about going out after class. So you wouldn't find her back at the apartment anyways."

"Going out? Why is he suddenly interested in my roommate??"

"Woah, woah," Hoseok looked at him closely. "Is that jealousy I see?"

Tae paled under his friend's gaze. Jealous? Him?

"Jungkook wouldn't date someone you like. Just tell him if you do!" He continued matter-of-factly.

Do I like Y/N L/N?

"Is there booze at the party?" Tae asked, giving up on his intricate thoughts.

"Is it a party if there isn't?"

"Then I'm definitely there."

Hoseok smiled. He didn't know what was going on with his friend, but he certainly didn't mind his sudden partygoing spirit.

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Jungkook's house was huge. Unlike all his friends, he had opted out of college apartments, and instead took a house for rent four miles away from the campus. Which means his house had always been the party spot.

Kim Taehyung hadn't see you or Jungkook so he made his way inside with Hoseok. He wondered if he had stepped into the set of Euphoria. The lights, songs and booze all supported the atmosphere, but he could hardly find Hoseok walking in front of him, let alone you, who could possibly be anywhere in that castle disguised as a house.

"TAE!" Jungkook appeared at his shoulder, holding out a drink. He had no shirt on, something all the girls and a few guys were eyeing — like he had cheesecake plastered over his abs. "You're here!"

Kim accidentally knocked down the drink. Something in him suddenly got very angry, and the sticky liquor down his brand new sweater didn't help the cause. Jungkook could have anyone he wanted. How dare he make a move on Y/N without clearing it by me first? What was to say you weren't in the building somewhere drunk out of your mind? Who's to say Jungkook didn't leave you alone with some assholes he always talks with?

"Where is she?" he asked, eyes blazing.

"Which she?" Jungkook asked in return, winking.

Kim Taehyung snapped.

Before knowing what he was doing, he shrieked, a sound so loud everyone could hear it over the music — and he pounced.

A very confused Jungkook fell to the ground with his friend on top of him. Taehyung didn't know any fighting techniques, nor did he want to hurt his friend, but he had to take the frustration out somehow. He took off his jacket and started slapping Jungkook's chest with it.

"Owh, what are you doing?" he asked, not knowing whether to be alarmed or fighting back.

"STOP BEING NAKED ALL THE TIME!" Kim yelled, with a final smack to his friend's head. "You're a WHORE, we get it. STAY AWAY FROM MY ROOMMATE!"

Hoseok, who was watching the scene unfold, laughed loudly. The sound brought Taehyung back to reality, about how ridiculous his reaction was, and how it looked more childish than manly.

Jungkook pushed him off, and stood up groggily. The audience around the two of them were openly sniggering. The former groaned and pulled Taehyung by his arm until they were both on the staircase, with people who didn't mind them because they weren't witnesses to their Saturday Night Live routine from below.

"ARE YOU HIGH?!" Jungkook yelled.

Kim was still breathing heavily. "I'm sorry for calling you a whore."

"No, you're not."

"No, I'm not."

Jungkook rolled his eyes. "Do you want to catch me up on speed here?"

Taehyung hesitated, then told him about how he felt it weird that one of his best friends liked his roommate, how he didn't want you to get involved in his classic heartbreak drama. Jungkook had his mouth wide open by the end of it.

"It's not my business if you like her," Taehyung concluded, stuttering through his words, knowing he didn't mean any of it. "But if she goes out with you, you cannot treat her like one of your other girls, I mean it."

"Who. In. The. World. Said. I bloody LIKED HER??"

"You—?"

"That's a phrase! I like her does not mean I want to go out with her!" Jungkook appeared disheveled. "She encouraged me to send my art submission to the campus competition! I said I liked her because I'm insecure about my art and she assumed I had talent enough to have a chance!"

Taehyung's face drained of color. "Hoseok said you were out with Y/N—"

"I wanted her at the competition. Better to lose in front of a stranger than one of my best friends! Oh my god, you really do think I'm a whore."

"I—" Taehyung had never been at a loss of word like this before. He was embarrassed with a capital E.

"Come on! I'm getting you beside Y/N right now before you start sprouting more nonsense."

"DO NOT TELL HER ABOUT THIS!"

"How you physically assaulted me in my own house for her? You're damn right I'm telling her — now, where is she?"

Jungkook was sweet, but he looked rattled for good reason. Taehyung did the smart thing and slipped away from him while he was looking inside a room for Y/N. He didn't know where he was going, but he climbed up the stairs.

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The rules were simple.

Spin the bottle had its own take this time. There were serious couples in the group, so instead of kissing whoever the bottle landed on, there was one moderator who spinned all the bottles. The one it landed on had the option to kiss whoever they wanted, including their partners.

Yes, it was boring.

So far the odds of the bottle spinning to you were low to none, because the group was that huge, and you had only signed up for it because it had Rachel. Without her, you knew literally no one at the party, and the ones you did know were too knackered to know their own names.

You didn't regret coming out with Jungkook though. True, he didn't win, but seeing his art framed on a wall made him unbelievably happy. You realized there might be things about the college jock that was humane after all.

You glanced at the door to see a familiar wave of dark hair. Tae?

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"You know Jungkook may not like her," Hoseok whispered in Taehyung's ear. "But any guy in that circle would be kissing her if the bottle lands on them."

"Where the hell did you come from?" Taehyung asked, annoyed. "You've got to stop acting like a ghost."

"Look at her," Hoseok went on, ignoring him. "She doesn't know the minute it lands on some drunk guy, she's gonna wish she never came to the party."

"Shut up," Taehyung said, taking a drink from the nearby table. He downed it in one go and kept watching over the game.

He didn't notice your eyes gazing over to him every few minutes.

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Why's he at the party? Since when does he attend Jungkook's parties? you thought to yourself. Then again, I don't come here either. Maybe he came to apologize....?

The bottle had previously landed on the girl to your right, and she was passionately making out with her best friend. All the guys were watching with open mouths.

Taehyung had no right to interrogate me like that. As if I'd go after Jungkook, when at least three of my friends had their heart broken by him! Besides, if I'd have my heart broken, it would be with that idiot himself but he's too dense to realize that. Ugh.

"Y/N!" Rachel pulled you out of your thoughts.

"What?" you asked, looking down quickly to see whether the bottle was pointing at you. You sighed in relief when you realized it wasn't.

"Uhm," Rachel pointed at the bottle again. You followed her line of gaze and saw the guy it was pointing at.

The same drunk guy who had been ogling at you the whole night.

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"Told you," Hoseok said, nodding towards the guy leaning over the group to Y/N, who was frozen.

Taehyung felt an unexplainable anger for the tenth time that night. He took another shot from the passerby, then without hearing Hoseok's protests, walked over to the group.

He realized with disgust that the guy was already puckering up, while you were still frozen in shock. How can anyone see that expression and think they're comfortable in the current situation?

With just three drinks in, Taehyung's head was already floating around so he did the only solution he could think of at that moment.

He flew in front of you and met his own lips with the guy's. The latter's eyes flew open and let out a cry of alarm, pushing himself backward.

"TAEHYUNG!" you yelled in shock.

"Thought he wanted to kiss!" Tae let his hands up, but you had already stood up.

"Oh my god." You pulled him up by his shirt, then led him away from the shocked crowd. "Hope you liked the show!" You said to Hoseok on your way out.

"Oh I loved it," he replied over his shoulder. You groaned when you realized he might have recorded the whole thing.

"Just what did you think you were doing?" you started once you were out of everyone's earshot. "First you say I want to fuck your friend, then you follow me around like a stalker I—."

Before Kim could protest, you had enveloped him in a hug. He was taken aback. He didn't question it, just hugged you right back.

"Thank you," you murmured when you pulled apart, though you still sounded mad somewhere. Tae thought you sounded adorable.

"Anytime, though I'd appreciate if you don't bring yourself to a position where I have to kiss a guy to save you again." His grin faltered. "I'm sorry. About Jungkook. I know you don't like him, I was a jerk."

You gave him a thorough look over. "You smell like beer. Cheap beer."

"Is that a code? Am I forgiven?"

"Come on, let's go back to the apartment." You said, shrugging. "I'll make you a really disgusting hangover cure tomorrow morning."

He didn't move. You turned around and saw him contemplating.

"Y/N." Taehyung tilted his head to one side. I think I like you. Can I take you on a date? Can I be your boyfriend? "You look pretty."

You grinned. "Say it again when you're sober."

Taehyung hung his head to other side. "You'll be pretty then too."

Cheesy. But you liked it. The blush on your face had made that clear. You decided right then that if he didn't remember any of this tomorrow, you'd make him remember.

He'd probably deny all of it, but you were going to kiss the hell out of him either way.

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THE END

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commissions | kofi

[elsweetheart]

when the stress of your college assignments get too much, abby makes it all better.

🎀 random little smutty drabble for my babes who r stressed abt assignment szn😣

it started off with you crying, breaking down as soon as you got into her dorm. she was so fast to pick you up, letting your legs wrap around her waist with furrowed brows — concern overtaking her as she bounced you a little, rubbing your back.

“gotta talk to me, pretty girl. what happened?” her voice is low and comforting and it makes your chest hurt.

“got so much work to do n’i don’t even — i don’t know where to start. my head is a mess from my other assignments.” you hiccup into her, arms wound tightly around her neck silently begging her not to let go. she was still in her uniform from her basketball practise, having only arrived back at her dorm not long ago. “and— and i don’t understand any of my essay questions they’re all so long and confusing. m’just so stressed.” you wail, and she’s never seen you wound up like this before.

“okay, okay.” she cooes soothingly, slowly lowering the two of you down so you’re sat on her lap as she perched on the bed. “i can try and help you with your work later baby. but right now you gotta breathe for me, yeah?”

once she’s calmed you, fed you, and managed to get you to relax ever so slightly — the real therapy kicks in. she knows what you need, you need stress relief. you need a factory reset, where you get to clear your mind completely, so that you could go back to doing work as a fresh start. abby needed to quiet all the thoughts, just for a little while.

that’s how you ended up laying back against her chest, her lips pressing soft kisses to you shoulder— your bottom half completely bare, legs spread wide over hers. your cunt is soaked, and she’s slowly rubbing circles over your clit. not rushing you to cum, just slowly applying pressure — getting you to the fucked out, dumb space in your head.

“thats it.” she whispered, dropping a kiss to your temple proudly. you whined, still some fight left in you as it was hard to shake the stress this time.

“c—ant, wastin’ time… need to— mmhgm — need to do work.” you pant, throat hoarse from straining out moans as she worked them out of you.

“shh, shh, shh.” abby hushed, her middle finger dipping down to press onto your welcoming hole. it tensed and flexed around just the pad of her finger, giving her the signal to ease it in. “no thinking, baby. don’t need to do all that. i’m right here.”

she pressed up against something soft and devastating, your thighs twitching upwards as you let out a little cry, face wet once again from tears.

“there it is.” she confirmed with a small smile, thumb reaching up with each reach of her finger, brushing against your bundle of nerves. you felt the bad thoughts slip away as abby massaged your insides, so soaked that it could be heard sliding in and out. “my best girl, taking what i give you.” she spoke against your cheekbone, her hot breath making your skin bloom with warmth. “who’s my good girl? tell me.” she whispered even quieter.

“m’trying t’be.” you shake, barely coherent.

“no, you are. say it. who’s my good girl?” she was stern, but not strict or intimidating, aware of how vulnerable you were to your own emotions in that moment.

“me.” you whimpered, as if it took everything to admit.

“yeah.” you felt her nod right up beside your face, sliding in another finger making your tummy tense up. she didn’t mention it, just slid her free hand across your stomach, rubbing it soothingly to get you to relax. “my good girl, and my smart girl. and my brave girl, and my pretty girl.” she dropped a kiss to the fat of your cheek with each nickname, the pace of her fingers speeding up ever so slightly.

“abb— abby.” you mewled, and you didn’t quite know why — but she seemed to know what you needed. the hand on your stomach slid up, cupping your cheek and urging you to look at her. remind you that she’s there.

“there you go. there’s that pretty face.” her breath was warm and comforting on your face, making your eyelashes flutter. “gonna cum soon, aren’t you? gonna be so proud of you baby, always am.” she was saying just about anything now, and it was working— abby’s eyes trained on the way your eyes glazed over with a fresh batch of tears and your brows furrowed. she leant in so her lips were grazing yours as she continued to finger fuck you. “take it baby. you can have it, sweet girl.”

and you did, gushing over her fingers. abby always knew how to take the stress away.

[onlyhereforpazzi]

Order of fic coming soon.

Lost in those eyes:

A short fic about reader and Paige’s love life, how the time they spent is often cut short due to studying and away games. Loving a basketball player is harder than reader imagined, so when she saw the pain in Paige’s eyes after her first of many injuries to come she became lost. Putting Paige before studying caring to her. Paige became lost in the affection from readers eyes.

Characters:

Paige Bueckers.

Reader/Oc.

Azzi Fudd.

Geno.

Emma Meyers. (A physical trainer)

Jonathon Stanton (A physical trainer)

Weights we carry:

Reader is the new team manager for the UConn women’s basketball program. Often hanging around Azzi Fudd whom she met at a book club, that is until she comes across Paige Bueckers’s path at a party waking up in her sheets the next day. Now reader carry the weight of not knowing how to explain to Azzi that she hooked up with UConn’s star player. Paige carries the weight of not knowing how to move on from reader and the guilt of being a player.

Characters:

Paige Bueckers.

Reader/Oc.

Azzi Fudd.

Drew Bueckers.

Bob Bueckers.

Reader’s Mother.

Robin Penn (A bartender/mutual friend).

Albert Hassul (Dealer of advice).

Are you the key to my freedom? Or lock of my heart?:

Paige Madison Bueckers has been readers best friend since they were young, being each other first smooch and “date” to homecoming their freshman year. But things changed during their sophomore year when Paige caught flame in the world of basketball while reader moved on to become a more quiet person who spent more time on the books then studying now during their freshman year of college they reunite due to a mutual friend (name not decided)of readers and Paige at UConn. Will this break them free of the doubts they had from the past? Or will it only lock up their emotions more?

Characters:

Not decided yet.

Who are we now:

a coming to age book taking slight inspiration from the masterpiece of “Take Me To Church” by Lupinqs in the matter of it being switched around where Paige’s father makes Paige move to Montana with her mother over the summer to keep Paige away from reader, seen as the disgrace of the town. Paige grows distant and they barley talk that is until one fatal say Paige stumbles into the UConn café on campus to order her usual order of a (drink not pick give me some ideas) to see reader as the barista. Who are they now that they have grown? Will the love reunite like Paige promised all those years ago? Or will it crumble once more?

Character:

Not decided yet.

[disominous]

Hello! 🤗

Please I need some college au player turned simp Sukuna!! Hot shit at school. Captain of something. Football,basketball,hockey,the swim team it truly doesn't matter. Cocky for a reason 😏(eww). Doesn't have to work to get girls and then meets "the one" and he has to have her. By any means possible. NSFW or at least allude to it?

And also if you can maybe a friend's turned enemies. Very one sided. Mainly fem. Maybe some kind of miscommunication between them or Choso isn't a very good friend and they make up later. The whole you don't realize what you have until it's gone vibes. NSFW please 🥺

Thank you! 💞

A/N: This is honestly mostly fluff. I only realized after writing this out that I kinda wrote your Sukuna prompt wrong but since I didn't wanna trash it I'm posting it sjfjsjfn feel free to send another ask 😭😭 this is mostly proofread

Plot: College Judo Champion!Sukuna x Reader. Reader gets hurt. Sukuna is an asshole in a very cocky way. Uhhhhh idk what else lmao a fair amount of scene changes here n there. Also, a lot of cussing kinda. Enjoy!!

wc: 5,143

"Fuck- It had to be fucking glass."

Your head bobbed; the stinging error of your ways stabbed the nape of your neck as a pulsating reminder. You couldn't help staring at the abysmal landscape behind Sukuna, barely even registering the tattoos displayed on his blood-sodden arm. You knew it was dark, but everything became too dark too quick. Was it always this blurry? Weren't there-

"Turn that shit off."

Weren't there strobe lights before? That's why it had to be this dark. They had completely wrecked your vision into static- Into floating particles with faint remnants of an oncoming migraine aura.

Was the pink and red coloring what you were envisioning? Isn't it familiar?

"Prices will go up soon," Your radio blared out, "So get a shiny new Arctic AC from the Elmer Brothers before the offer runs out! No interest or payments for a ye-"

"Fuckin' waste of gas," You close your eyes from the sudden nose-splat you took into his shoulder, "Stop keeping your car on for the AC. Or for the fuckin' AC ads."

He smelled like his cologne.

At least you could still smell.

It wasn't supposed to be this dark- There were strobe lights, right? And didn't they kinda look like his hair? The faint remnants of your migraine- Was it his hair?

Your head wasn't just hurting, it was being stabbed. The nape of your neck pulsat- You've thought that already.

What have you done? Your head swayed, your eyes strained, your nose was runny.

It was like you were high.

And you just blinked.

Usually you'd be more aware of your surroundings. You'd be able to pick up the dimly lit LED's on the overhead compartment of your car, you would have foraged through the trash and grime for the first aid kit you knew was hidden behind you, and you'd be more worried about the man before you who was fighting between his pain and his attitude.

But your head hurt.

You'd have made sure he was the one sitting in the passenger seat, right? Being taken care of while you stood next to the door. The breeze would have lifted up the corner of the tattered shirt you bought from Goodwill, giving him direct access to grazing the bare skin he subconsciously likes to grip onto.

But you weren't aware of this. All you could process was the blurry vision- The speckled lights flickering in your peripheral vision. Either from tears or shock, it didn't matter.

Was the pink and red coloring what you were envisioning? Or are you catching glimpses of his hair?

"Talk to me, sweetheart." His voice was firm, but you could barely even register his arm reaching abroad to flip open your glove box, "Now's not the time to be quiet."

There never was a time to be quiet when it came to Sukuna. Some time prior- and you couldn't even be bothered to remember when, he had won a championship for the university's Judo team.

A team you didn't even know they had.

"Sukuna!" Your friend had yelped in your ear, "Over- Hey! Hey, over here!"

Your eyes had closed from the gripping shock her shriek held on your eardrums, opening them at an inopportune time for another shrill of undesirable voices.

Well undesirable to you, anyway.

The crowd was chanting, swallowing up the referees and competitors into inaudible pro-Sukuna marches.

"Let's fucking go!" His friend bellowed in front of you with a sturdy jump off the bleachers.

"Sukuna!" You flinched your eyes shut once more, "I told you we could do it! W-"

"Where's your first aid?"

He was good at doing that. Another stupid little mumble of his that momentarily pulled you back, forcing you to agonize over the situation at hand.

What were you doing? Where were you? Why are you of all people going silent? Why couldn't you do anything worthwhile?

Why are you such a goddamn fucking coward?

"It's in the console," You spoke faintly. Maybe too faintly. Even if you had been preoccupied with your thoughts and unbecomings, Sukuna was juggling between bandaging himself up and watching you.

"Hello to you, too." He laughed, "The console?"

Yeah, it was the console. You had said that already, and maybe you would have muttered it again prior to your cheek hitting the car seat.

It rubbed against you like chalk. You knew you drove a piece of shit, Sukuna talked about it all the goddamn time. He was probably thinking about it now, even as he shifted through your shit as his knees steadied near the door.

Had you been standing by the door, you'd have felt the breeze lift up the corner of your Goodwill shirt- Something you've thought of already. But then, had you not been sat where you were, you wouldn't feel the slight brushing of his forearm against the sliver of exposed skin on your hip.

Another instance of something for him to grab, at least.

You could feel the tiniest of goosebumps litter you while staring beyond him to nothing. Nothing but the abysmal landscape and his tattoos. His left arm steadied itself on the seat head, aligned perfectly with your eyebrow ridge.

The wound was in your face.

You had no idea if he was making any commentary or not, but assumed it was likely.

"The fuck is this?" He once sneered.

You blinked in confusion with a purse approaching your lips, vaguely acknowledging the students that chattered in the background of the university's main walkway.

"Mm... A car? You ever hear of them?"

The faintest skin contact you had with him sent blood rushing straight to your ears. Your heart was pounding, but this time it wasn't out of any ill-timed crush or adoration.

It was because you were weak.

"It's shit on wheels," he had remarked, "You got all this shit in here-"

"It's not shit on wheels." you curled back, "You, on the other hand-"

"What the fuck do you need this for?" he held up the bag in disgust, prying his fingers away from his face as he leaned against the frame.

You shrugged.

"Trash."

He proceeded to shove it into your chest, huffing as he turned back to the open view of your backseat.

"You ever fuckin' use it?"

You knew he was probably thinking that. Was he silent about it, or verbalizing it? Sukuna wasn't one to keep his thoughts to himself, but he was also hurt at the moment.

He was hurt because you were weak and incapacitated. You were helpless, powerless, fuck it- Impotent in the eyes of any physical activity that required somebody to rely on you. You couldn't even manage to get the shitty first aid kit you bought online yourself; he had to scour through your piece of trash vehicular knockoff while you sat there with your knees facing forward and poor, precious- Useless hands in your lap. He had to be the one to set it next to your leg, to open it, and to prepare it himself.

"Why do I need a first aid kit?" you had questioned him with your knees pulled into a hug while sat in the corner of his training facility, "I'll just... Go to the hospital or something, I don't know."

he had looked at you with a scrunched nose and hints of bewilderment.

You shrugged, "They're expensive."

His head swooped down, "And the hospital isn't?"

your eyes looked at the ceiling. Usually the facilities here had leaking spots, almost as if someone shook a carton of soda and went crazy. This one was clean, though.

"Got me there."

His movements were precise- Knowledgeable even, and it would have caught your attention had it not been for the gash on his arm. He had blood everywhere.

Why? All because you're weak? He has to get stitches because you can't throw a punch? He has to clean it himself because your hands aren't capable of doing anything besides hiding the crocodile tears you knew you were shedding? As if you'd be able to be genuine in any moment, let alone this one.

He had maneuvered his left arm from your seat and settled it on the door frame as he grasped onto the bandage roll. You could use this moment alone as proof of gravity; Hopefully he'd be willing to clean up the spots of blood that splattered across the frame.

You watched as he fumbled with the wipes, the Alcohol- The whatever he was going to use to sanitize it. You noticed how the cut completely ignored the lines of tattoos on his arm, almost as if he was slaughtered by a child's attempt at a coloring book. Your eyes followed when he crouched himself before you, mumbling obscenities to himself while flexing the blood off his vein like a dripping faucet.

"See somethin' you like?" he quipped.

He cleans it off himself, because you weren't capable of doing anything. He was fumbling with everything in your kit, trying to prioritize whatever sequence he thought was best for cleaning the wound. And once he got himself situated, he attempted the unraveling of the roll. You caught how a few trickles of blood wiped along the edge of the bandage as it swayed over the wound. He faced his elbow up towards him, using his other hand to wrap it around the width.

It kept coming off, there was no secureness in it.

And maybe he was doing it on purpose. You wouldn't put it past Sukuna to be playful with your self-hatred.

"You gonna keep staring at my arms or are you gonna help me clean this up?"

He was always playful with it. He knew where it came from. He knew you never thought yourself as better than anyone, of worthy of anything. He could have guessed for a multitude of reasons. It could have been because you were struggling financially, but you never really cared about wearing hand-me-downs. It could have been because you didn't put too much effort into your appearance, but that was because your laziness and worry of spending even a penny outweighed any desire to be seen as purely presentable.

But it's not like you walked around like a complete buffoon.

At least, not in your eyes.

"Yeah, okay." he bunches up the wrap to reveal it in your face. "Here."

he holds it out, but you don't move. Like a coward you sat, still staring below the item at his arm.

"Come on," he forces it into your palm, "Put those hands to use if you're not gonna talk."

You stare.

You stare and you can't help but think somebody else would have been better in this situation. Somebody who would have been competent, somebody who would have had more experience with not freezing up.

There was a gymnast one time that you knew, who completely worshipped the very movements of Sukuna's Seoi-Nage and Hane-Goshi. You, as stupid and un-worldly as you are, asked her:

"Who's Hana Gosh-"

"C'mon, I don't have all day." his face cocked downwards to meet your eyes, "You want me to bleed to death?"

You don't know much about Judo, much to Sukuna's demise. You looked at him, the glint in his eyes and the withering of the bandages let you know once more, that he's not all that bothered by what went down. Sukuna has been slowly, but surely, forcing his knowledge onto you. He had taken you to the mat the other day, throwing you around like a ragdoll in the name of self defense.

He at least did it wisely though, having previously spent weeks teaching you how to fall properly and without pain.

Yet here you were, showing him the true cowardice that poisoned your soul. What was the point of any lesson- Of any book he threw your way to make you learn?

Your eyes gravitated towards the wrap. Your nimble and freezing fingers hesitated like a stutter as you loosely grabbed it. You might as well as try now, God knows Sukuna's probably done with you.

Why wouldn't he be?

You look at the back of his forearm, more than familiar with the hairs that laid flat on them. Just yesterday, your nails were digging into them as he had you on the mat once more for practice, facing away from him in a headlock. He was cocky then, and as it turns out, being the girlfriend of a cocky asshole gave him your permission to express what else he could do to you on the mat.

"Kinda like you in this position," he had whispered into your ear. You could feel the tip of his smile graze it; the arm that locked around your neck felt precariously warm and bit into the free edges of your nails. he chuckled at your grip, "What're you gonna do about it, baby?"

you rolled your eyes with a smile, slightly shaking your head at his absurdity.

"Nothing," You joked, "That's why I'm here, remember?"

he tsked at your response, "It's been weeks. Show me something."

"Or else what?"

"Keep testing me." his voice was low as his other hand splayed across your stomach, "I want you to find out what'll happen."

You stretch out the flimsy, pale wrapping weakly. Lifting your hand to the fresh blood that just started to clot, you attempt to place it flat as lightly as possible. Your fingers shook in a struggle of getting a meager, even breath out of your lungs.

Sukuna flinched back.

Your eyes shot to him, stalling the sounds of your expanding chest.

"My eyes are up here." he winked.

The dangling wrap in your hand had more blood on it than before. Your hands shake from the cold, possibly from fear. It's not as if the desperate attempt to wrap the bandage around him was the cause, but whatever has you shaken is noticeably the reason you can't seem to grasp the roll with any strength. It sat in your lap as you manage to just barely place it around his forearm when you accidentally, as always, drop it.

Your eyes travel down to the bandage that trailed itself along your leg. There was a tint of red on your finger.

You were here because of your mistakes- Because of your decisions. You couldn't even grasp a fucking bandage that weighed nothing more than a feather. The least you deserved was for blood to roll off your fingers just as it did with his.

"You're okay." he felt mere inches from your ear. The very hair on your neck stood straight from the low hush of his voice, "Pick it up and try again."

You do.

After a moment, you pick it up with a pinch from your leg, setting your sight on the brunching of it in your hands. You start the process over. You look at his forearm, you touch him hesitantly and lightly, and you shakily secure the corner around him with your thumb.

And you finally, after too many moments of deliberation, start wrapping it securely around his forearm.

"Make it tighter," his voice was low and quiet, "I'll be fine, I'm a strong boy."

You took in a breath while adjusting the pressure with a twist around your palm, giving him the tightness he was asking for.

"There you go." he groaned, looking away from you with a hidden expression, "That's better."

Who knows how long it took for you to complete the task. Had you been athletic, you would have had more quickness with it as if it were muscle memory. Had you been competent, you could have given pointers regarding the sanitization. Had you been anything besides meek and vulnerable, you could've been something to him.

Sukuna was a star athlete.

The head of the Judo team with a voice that could immediately trigger someone's fight or flight. You weren't scared of him when you first met though, you didn't even know him. You had no idea who he was when you were sat at a table in a shitty little pizza parlor with your friends. You had never seen tattoos like that until they were wrapping themselves around her shoulders, causing you to glance in her direction at the new presence.

"-'s Sukuna!"

"Su-what?" you spoke with strained eyebrows, realizing you just completely missed his introduction.

"Sukuna!" she giggled while bringing his hand to her face, "I wanted you to meet him."

Your eyebrows furrow once more as you bring your finger up to scratch the tiredness away from your waterline.

"Why'd you want me to meet him?"

He had sat himself down on the booth next to her solo chair, a smile etching on his face as he looked at her.

"No, not you." she shoots a look at you, "I'm talking to S-"

"So, You got a thing for my arms, now?"

Your ears were ringing.

Had you kept your eyes open the entire time?

You watched as he flexed his forearm once more, "Can't say I blame you."

You've heard him say that before. When you first started to get to know him, he hardly ever even referenced you. In fact, you couldn't pay him five bucks to remember your name.

"You just gonna stand there and watch?" he had joked, "Can't say that I blame you."

You stared at him on the ground, squinting at his expression.

"...Aren't you supposed to be a good athlete?"

Just that one stupid little sentence of yours made him pause from his attempt at standing back up. He swiveled his head with a sigh loosening his lips to give you a crooked, cocky grin. He caught your eyes as he leaned back on his palm, gravel digging into it as he shoved his other one in the air for you to take like he was a princess needing to be escorted.

"Help me up," he spoke, "I'll show you how good I am."

Your eyes traced his fingers, taking a quick glance around the curvature of his rings. They were silver and black, speckled with a mirror-clean image. You trailed your eyes back to him, and with a deep, hefty breath...

You walked away.

"Oh c'mon," You heard his bellowed laugh, "What're you afraid of? We don't even know each other!"

"You literally throw people for a living," you shot back without looking.

And you had proceeded to walk away.

Sukuna, brave and mighty as he may be, was confined to crutches for a few weeks because of a bad strain. The truth of the matter may have been a little different, you're more inclined to believe he kept them so long for sympathy. You weren't in the mood to play into his flirtatious throwing skills, knowing full well he could body you with or without any temporary handicap that made him eat shit, face first.

However, for the weeks that followed with him hanging off of your friend, you still actively went out of your way for him because he was on crutches. You knocked rocks out of his path when he trailed behind you whispering sweet nothings into your friends ear. You walked the friend group around buildings to the accessibility ramps when you knew they were playing follow the leader, as their drunk asses couldn't give a shit about anything other than giggling their gossip amongst each other. You even held an umbrella over hers and his heads once on a particularly rainy day. All of which never really earned you a thank you from him. It wasn't like you were doing this to gain his favor, but you simply did it as a gesture for him slowly integrating into your friend group.

It all came to a head though, when you finally did do something stupid that got his attention.

Enough for him to remember your name.

"Repeat that for me."

You let the silence fester.

Your ears picked up the distant music, the rustling of leaves, and the laughing of a group not too far from where you sat in the car. You had spoken, apparently.

It was the main thing on your mind.

"I think we should break up."

You sniffed your nose, refusing to make eye contact knowing full well that you are the only reason he's hurt. Hopefully, your voice wasn't too meek and too quiet.

You stared down at your shoes. Previously-white would be a compliment to the off-brand-off-color soles that stilled below.

A few months ago, you had side stepped yourself in front of him to take a punch. Kicking up a tuff of grass- Probably the little speck of muck you can see in the corner of the outsole.

You knew it was stupid. You knew he could have dumped the crutches and fought back, but it was like an innate action in you abrupted. That wasn't the sequence of events that got you stuffed into the passenger seat after you attempted to start the car, however.

No.

What happened was simple, and it wasn't justifiable in comparison to the bloodied figure that stood before you.

You had, completely on accident and not at all your fault, bitch slapped his enemy.

It wasn't your fault; you shot your hand back like memories of childhood cat fights resurfaced.

And then, you ran.

Because you realized you had, indeed, just bitch slapped his enemy.

Sukuna thought it was the funniest fucking thing he had ever seen. He couldn't help but watch in an erroneous awe as the umbrella you held over his head fell to the floor, corners smacking the top of his head as you scurried off like a drowned rat.

He stared back at the guffawed crowd that slowly formed, using the end of his crutch to trip the guy that tried to go after you.

And from then on, he bothered you tremendously. He wasn't one to thank people, but he also wasn't one to feel like he owed somebody. It didn't sit well with him that he wasn't able to predict a stranger jumping in for him, and as cocky and competent as he may be, his guilt started to seep in after the hilarity of the situation washed off.

Because you had unknowingly just made yourself an enemy of another talented fighter. All because he was on crutches.

Your stupid decision on day one of Sukuna finally remembering your name built up to this moment, where the guy you had bitch slapped wanted to prove to everybody that he wouldn't let you get away with it.

Your hands started to shake in your lap as your ears perked at his low chuckle.

"Sure we should." Sukuna brought his hand to his face, wiping off the streak of blood that convened on his chin. "And I should win a Tony award."

"I'm serious," You spoke.

"I'll bet you are." he turned towards you from his heightened angle, "I'm not breaking up with you over a scratch."

Your eyes squint, your eyebrows furrow. Actions that you can't seem to prevent around him.

"It's not just a scratch-"

"You think I give a shit about this?" he held up his forearm for you to view, "They were bashing your fucking head in and you think I give a shit about some glass? Get the fuck outta here. Break up, my ass."

Everyone had just watched. Sukuna wasn't the only person that hadn't bothered to remember your name. And unfortunately for you, if you exist as a nobody, you get beaten as one as well.

The only person to do anything about it had arrived late, but the second he realized what was going on, he had thrown him off you. And his enemy decided to break a beer bottle to finish the fight.

Hence, why Sukuna was mocking your sulking attitude with jokes about his gorified forearm.

You listened as he slid himself down with a huff against your car door.

"We're not breaking up because you feel bad."

"I'm fine." Your voice nothing more than a mutter, still refusing his line of contact.

"Look at yourself in the mirror and say that shit to me again."

Your ring finger traced the corner of your eye. Every little thing seems to be a memory for you. And luckily, they were largely good.

"Say that shit to her again," he had laughed, almost maniacally. "Let me hear it this time."

"I'm not talking t-"

"Say that shit to my girlfriend again or walk the fuck away from me." his palm traced your lower back, "Your choice."

And they stood silent.

"Or I could make it for you, too."

You hadn't known you were his girlfriend at that point. Not that it was your fault, you just hadn't had the conversation yet. Sukuna was not a particular fan of that following conversation though, even if you just wanted unabashed clarity.

You could still hear the party going. You finally let your eyes view over him, crinkling your nose at the way his muscles strained over his knees and biceps flexed with his calloused fingers.

You couldn't help yourself eventually. He was, unequivocally, extremely hot.

For you, it started with his voice. Son of a bitch had the mouth of a sailor, but if it wasn't honest, it was for a joke. His reputation didn't precede him, it completely misconstrued him. Sukuna liked to laugh, liked to fight, liked to eat, and liked to watch pretty girls walk around while giggling with their friends.

But he also liked you.

He liked that you tried, even if you didn't succeed. He liked that you knew nothing about Judo- He could make a mockery of you and you wouldn't even know what it meant.

But you still caught on.

And you persisted with him and his banter. You both were allowed to exist with each other wholeheartedly, which included moments of insecurity and vulnerability.

Even if it was hard for him to take those moments seriously.

"They had you on the floor." he cracked his neck swiftly, "I don't give a shit if you didn't get hurt. I bought you that jacket, and they ruined it. That's good enough for me."

you look down at it, grasping the hefty material between your fingers.

It became your sole jacket, now blood soaked and alcohol bleached. Sukuna had noticed you often wore jackets despite the enraging temperatures outside.

And of course, that was just another thing he gave you shit for.

"I don't need your permission to break up with you, Kuna."

he laughs at you, folding his healthy arm into the crook of his lap.

"Yeah, you do."

"No," You shook your head in opposition, "I really don't."

"I've decided you do." he nods along, flicking a piece of dirt off his knee.

"Well," you trailed your words behind his mocking, "Then, I've decided, just now, that I don't."

You can feel the piercing of his eyes into your skull. God forbid he ever be granted lasers, you'd surely be evaporated in moments on one of his bad days.

"Seriously?"

your eyes travel away from him further, knowing you're once again a reason for his bad days. His voice was firm as always, but it was more strained and annoyed than his usual temperament with you.

"You're gonna break up with me because I defended you?"

"You got hurt." Your eyes continue to refuse his glare, "It's my fault."

"So did you," he gestures, "I spent weeks teaching you how to fight. You want me to break up with you because you can't do jackshit?"

In his defense, you really couldn't do jackshit. He couldn't even start out on punches with you. He had to teach you how to properly stretch.

As in, literally just reaching your fingertips to the tips of your feet.

"Yes."

"Bullshit. We're not breaking up over this."

"We should."

"No."

"Kuna-"

"We're not having this conversation," he bit out with a fling of his head away from you, "Not when you look like a Black Friday victim."

your brain stuttered, slightly malfunctioned at his insult.

"A what?" a small smile forms on your lips.

he gestures around with his bloodied hand, "You look like that wack ass Barbie from the movie we watched."

Oh.

"You mean Weird?"

"Yeah, you look fuckin' weird."

"No, I mean Weird Barbie." You curl your expression from him.

"Sure," he nods, "You can be Weird Barbie."

"I'm not saying I wanna b-" his eyes meet yours as you sigh, "What's that got to do with Black Friday, anyway?"

He shakes his head as you both look away, enjoying the temporary vacation from any banter to listen to the wind blowing.

It was still Sukuna, though. And this was the first instance of him seeing you in a state like this. Sure, he usually lets his propensity for shit talking overrule his mouth, but even he could recognize when it wasn't enough for him.

"You really okay?"

He had asked you several times before. While he was dragging your tripping feet to the car you agreed to take home together. While he forced you away from the drivers seat after your fingers found the slot for your keys. After he had shoved you into the passenger seat and inspected you inch for inch, hardly saying anything between his gripping and tugging.

You were lucky that you weren't bleeding. Just bruised with a shattered ego.

"Sure."

"Change your mind about the hospital?"

"I think you need it more than me."

he shook his head, "I don't need shit."

"Then, I don't either."

"Yeah, right."

"What, you wanna re-enact all your freaky nurse dreams with me or something?"

He scoffs a laugh, "If you're offering."

"That was not an offer," You look away, "Most people call it mocking."

"You're mocking me?"

"Is there an echo?"

"Oh, so now you're suddenly brave huh?" he cocked his head, "Where was this attitude half an hour ago?"

"Mm... It got drowned in vodka."

"You drank tonight?"

you held up your fingers, a small distance between them up for him to view.

he pushes himself up from the ground, a sly grin crossing his face as he makes his way to you.

"Good." he ruffles your hair with a laugh as he moves your legs in the car, "I'm gonna take advantage of you while I still can."

"Can I stay at yours tonight?"

"What'd you think I meant?" he grips the door, "Watch your fingers. And no vomiting in my car."

"It's my car."

"Su car, Mi car."

"You're not failing Spanish, are you?"

he shoves your head down to make you look in your lap.

you smile to yourself, lifting your head as you hear him close your door and walk around the front, gripping your car keys in hand as he strides.

[kairoot]

EMAILS I CAN’T SEND. 💌 PROFILES. 02.

SYNOPSIS ▸ you and jake broke up about a year ago and he made it his mission to forget everything about you. you’ve always wanted to send him a text or even a voicemail about how much you missed him but you always held back. that was until you two met again.

DRUNK-DELULU.

JAKE SIM.

constantly looking for someone to love so he can get over his ex (he’ll never admit that)

literally will not tell anyone the reason he broke up with y/n

drake obsessed..

frat boy #1

thinks everything is funny

delusional asf

LEE HEESEUNG.

not sober

he’s only high sometimes but somehow he finds a way to stay intoxicated

lowkey obsessed with harvey but always reverts back to his frat boy ways (men will be men)

flirtiest man you will ever meet

hosts and attends parties like it’s his lifestyle

always picking out girls for jake

NISHIMURA RIKI.

fresh out of high school

college is his #1 fear, he can never find his classes

as flirty and handsome as he is, he has 0 time for girls

in desperate need of cash

kendrick lamar is always blasting in his headphones

tries out for basketball

PARK SUNGHOON.

plays hockey

team captain

literally loves yuna

he’s always staring at her in class and the boys tease him for it

tries to avoid parties but somehow he gets convinced to attend

jay tried to get him to take culinary but that ship sailed

teases jake about his loneliness when he’s lonely himself

PARK JAY.

college dropout

he wants to start his own food business

he’s rarely around

gives out money for free like a rich uncle

giggles at jake’s girl problems

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