#remember this they called it a frat house? that shits a frat HOME now

[frogaroundandfindout]

The titans take a vote on what they should do with the kids. Dick reminds Epsilon once more that he isn’t Titan and won’t be included in the vote. Both dick and Jesse raise concerns about not having time to take care of the kids but in the end, the majority voted for the kids to live with the titans. (Titans #29)

[onelittlespiral]

I’ve been looking for a fraternity to join at my new college, but none of them have really been letting me in. The only one left seems to be full of horny jocks that are dumber than a bag of bricks. Think you could help me… fit in?

FML: In

As you laid it all out in front of your friend, your plans, your goals, your desires, he just kind of shook his head in disbelief:

“I know that I’ve only known you for a few weeks, but damn that’s disappointing.”

“What’s so wrong about wanting to pledge?” you replied, “It would just make getting connected the university so much easier. Plus, the parties are legendary.”

“No I get it,” he scowled, “but really? Pi Kappa Epsilon?”

“Listen, they weren’t my first choice either. I would have preferred a group a little less… dim.” I knew he wouldn’t leave it there.

“Dim? Dim still implies some light on upstairs. You can just call them what they are: brainless frat bros. They think with their dicks and muscle their way through academics. I can’t believe you’re asking me to use my power for this.” He began walking towards the door.

I called after, “Look, I’ve seen you do crazier shit than this. You turned the guy upstairs into a dog for a week.”

He stopped in the door frame for a minute to chuckle, “If he was going to call the RA a bitch he may as well get first hand experience.”

“Please dude.” I stared at him.

After a moment he relented, “Fine. But are you sure you want this? You want to change for this? A frat?”

“Yes. And I promise I’ll get you into any party you want!”

“Fine. Give me a bit. But remember, you asked for it.”

He returned in a bit and tossed me a necklace from across the room, “Here’s your frat solution. Wear this to your next thing with them at their house.”

You inspected it. It looked like a basic chain necklace like you had seen other guys wear around “And do what? What does it do?”

He rolled his eyes, “And do nothing. It will help you fit into the frat, I promise.”

“No magic words or anything?” I asked.

He grinned, “Oh come on, think of me as better than needing all that crap. Now put it on so you don’t lose it.”

It fits well around your neck, “I’m headed over there tonight, I think it is the last event before they drop everyone. You sure this will work?”

“Trust me,” he says, “You want in the frat? You will be in the frat.”

When you arrive at the frat house, you do feel the necklace almost pulling you inside. It feels warm against your chest as you wander around, talking with some brothers and checking in with your fellow pledges. You get a sense of magnetism from it, like the necklace is pulling the frat house around it towards you. As the party kicks into gear, you focus less on the chain and more on socializing. But whatever it’s effect, it seems to be working. Brothers and other pledges are seeming to stumble over themselves trying to talk with you. Even the pledge master gives a knowing glance and tilts his head in approval. In a little under two hours, you begin to feel more at home in the house, more comfortable in the crowd. Maybe for the first time you feel a sense of brotherhood. So it is a shock when you step into the bathroom to take a piss and take a look in the mirror.

You don’t recognize the face that stared back. You blinked in confusion, assuming you had too much to drink. But no. The stranger in the mirror stared back into your eyes, copying your every move as you tilted your head and inspected your face in awe. The trance broke as you glanced down and saw the truth. Your polo shirt stretched against your chest as two pectorals firmly pushed out, flexing with each breath. Your pants had grown tight around my quads, now a good few inches short. They hugged your ass so tightly you were surprised they hadn’t ripped. Tattoos flowed down your arms, newly ripped and well toned. You noticed for the first time the power you felt coursing through your veins. You could almost feel your skin taut against your muscles as they slowly swelled. You pulled your top off to get a better look at the action.

‘Damn I look good’ you think as you admire the new cum gutters and still developing 6-pack. You try out a few poses in the mirror, just to see the muscles move. The necklace is no joke. No way PKE would drop you now, you looked like you fit right in. But, at the same time, you figured it may be time to get the necklace off. You didn’t want to change too much, and no telling how far it would go. You go for the back of your neck and and start to fiddle with the clasp when the necklace suddenly starts to warm up.

You feel the odd magnetism is no longer subtle. It feels as though the necklace is pulling against the frat house you, drawing it’s very essence towards you. At the same time, the growth within your body stops as the necklace channels all its energy towards your head. The sudden spike hits like a migraine, as you let go of the necklace and go to hold your temples. The necklace wants to finish its work. Your senses are sharpened to a point, as you feel the heat of the bros downstairs, taste cheap beer and seltzers, hear every footstep, see every muscle and bulge, and smell 100 horny men all at once. You feel the pure energy of the fraternity pull through your body as it shapes you. Beneath the pressure, your mind buckles as false memories push their way in. Memories of watching college football on TV. Working out during the summer to become a fucking stud. Playing the field as soon as you got to college. Meeting up with some brothers to get a foot in the door. Getting called a fuckboi for the first time on Tinder. Wearing it like a badge of pride.

Your brain throbbed as the energy reshaped your memories and personality, but your balls churned as it began to adjust your libido. They ached as they swelled to the size of golf balls. Your cock was rigid at attention as you grabbed it with both meaty hands and started to pump. Your body writhed as every stroke only makes the pleasure more intense. You are soon hot with the effort. An aura of testosterone and sweat formed around you as a frat funk sets in deep: a mixture of booze, yesterday’s workout, and cheap cologne. The smell only drives you more wild, and you start to feel your brain short circuit. Your mind, consumed by pleasure, gave into the pressure and lost any remaining will to resist. The necklace pulsed in time with your throbbing cock as it buried the old you. As you reached climax, you knew there was no going back. As you shot your load across the room, a new you was released. A dumb, horny frat bro ready to pledge PKE.

And then the door behind you opened.

The pledge master, apparently worried by how long you had been in here, walked in on your afterglow as you tucked your cock back into your pants.

“Hey man, you okay?” he asked before recoiling a step. You watched as he smelled your rank funk and nearly gagged. You took a step closer.

“Yeah bro, better than ever. What about you? You look like you’re about to vomit.” you said, leaning in a bit closer. You flex your muscles and let your pit stench join the lingering cloud. You feel yourself start to harden again as he tried not to react.

“Bro, you are fucking rank. You smell like a… like a-”

“Like a frat house should?” you taunted. He had stopped recoiling and seemed now to be fighting a different urge.

“I don’t know bro, you should get- get that looked at.”

His eyes were focused on your muscles as you slowly flexed them rhythmically to the music downstairs. I felt the necklace pulling him closer as he fought the urges he is having. Fuck, you remembered that feeling, that pull towards desire. You knew how to help him out though. You grabbed the back of his head and pulled his lips to your pecs. As his lips connected with your flesh and tasted the beads of sweat that rolled down your chest, he wrapped his arms around you and began worshiping your muscles. As he kissed and licked every inch of your chest and washboard abs, he gently rubbed against your rigid cock. It wasn’t long before he was licking at the fabric separating his mouth from his prize. But as he reached for the elastic band around your waist, you grabbed his hair and pulled him up.

Your mind reveled in in the power you held in your hands and the pleasure your new frat bro could cause with his mouth. But you only had one thing left on you mind:

“I wanna be in the frat bro.” You said.

He mumbled as his mouth still searched for your flesh, “Yeah man, sure thing. I’ll make it happen. You can be a frat bro. Just please let me suck on your-“

“No,” you boomed. You pulled him out of the bathroom and into the nearest bedroom, locking the door behind you. You grabbed his ass as he grew limp in your hands, “I want to be in the frat bro.” You slip your hand beneath his gym shorts and begin slowly finger fucking his tight, straight hole.

He understood his place as he slipped off his shorts and underwear, leaving his cheeks on full display.

He moaned like he was in heat, “Yeah bro. Please. I would be so honored.”

You bent him over and spat in his quivering hole before you pressed your cock against him. You didn’t wait for him to relax as you slammed your cock as deep as you could and watched him yelp in surprise. As you slowly sped up and heard him start to moan, you felt the necklace once again start to warm against my chest as its power flowed through your cock and into the bro beneath you. He too began to sweat with the funk of the frat as was remade in its image under your guidance. He was going to become just as unified with PKE as you were.

[saaturrn4]

. MDNI !

| “Good girl, yeah keep going” ── .✦ modern AU

Toji Fushiguro x Fem!reader ᥫ᭡

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➤ Warnings; smut 18+, age gap, best friends single dad, dom!toji, sub!femreader, use of names (daddy, baby girl, good girl), cunnilingus, edging, breeding, nipple play, fingering, reverse cowgirl, tummy bulge, after care at the end.

➤ Summary; you go over Megumi’s house to greet him after being away for college, expecting to see Megumi, you see his dad instead, and things take a turn.

• 3.4k+ words

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! not proofread.

It was a nice day today, considering it was a Monday. But it was finally the holidays, so it meant you could finally get away from campus and the assignments. It felt nice to get some fresh air, especially to be back in your home town. It felt like forever since you’ve been here, the place still looking the same from a year ago.

You also thought it would be a great idea to visit your friend, Megumi. He had arrived in town about a week ago from college also, so you knew it would be a good time to see him after being away from each other for so long. Especially since you two weren’t in the same college, which absolutely sucked.

You walk down the familiar street, houses you remember so well as you walk past each one. You walk up the driveway of the house that you had so many memories in, from being caught trying to get ice cream from the fridge, to breaking your arm from falling off the tree in the backyard, to playing hide and seek in complete darkness.

It was such great times, you were happy to be back at home.

You walk up to the front door, knocking on it twice before dropping your arm to your side. You bite on your bottom lip as you wait for the door to open, hearing footsteps from the other side about a minute later.

The door swings open, your eyes darting up to see Toji, Megumi’s dad. Your face goes red as you see his broad chest, as well as his v line. “H-hey! Mr Fushiguro long time no see” you say with a stutter, cursing to yourself in your head.

“Y/n! It’s nice to see you again! And for the last time, call me Toji you should know I don’t like that formal shit” he says with a laugh, in response you laugh as well, blushing a little as he combs through his hair.

“Come in, Megumi is out getting groceries” he says while stepping to the side, you nod before stepping inside, taking off your shoes shortly after as Toji closes the door.

You look around the house, seeing all the pictures the Fushiguro family, mostly it being just Toji and Megumi. You smile softly at all of them as you walk down the hall, with Toji walking right behind you.

You both walk into the living room, both taking a seat on the comfortable couches. You cross your leg over the other as Toji takes a seat across from you, his legs in a manspread. “I wasn’t expecting visitors so the house is a little messy” he grumbled, combing through his hair. You shake your head “it’s fine mr- Toji I don’t mind at all” you say with a reassuring smile, in which he nods in response.

“So how’s college going?” He asks with a raised eyebrow, you shrug in response. “It’s doing good right now, a pain in the ass though” you say with a giggle, he chuckles with a head shake. “It gets better trust me” he says, giving you a smile. You dart your eyes from his, looking at the coffee table in front of you. “You’ve been out partying? Don’t tell me you’ve been at those stupid frat parties” he leans forward, waiting for your answer.

You shake your head “only to clubs” you reply in which he nods in response. “Good, those frat parties are nothing but trouble” he says, crossing his arms across his naked chest. You gulp as you see his abs, before darting your eyes away before you got caught.

He had obviously caught you which he frowned from thinking he had made you uncomfortable. “I’ll put on a shirt if you feel uncomfortable” he says, standing up. You look up quickly, your mouth slightly opened.

“No no no it’s fine! I’m not uncomfortable at all!” You say, shaking your head. He looks at you, eyes narrowed before sitting back down. “Are you sure? I can quickly go and get a shirt” you shake your head in response “like I said Toji, it’s fine no need to worry” you say with a smile, making him nod.

“Okay then” he murmurs, giving you a raised eyebrow. The sound of a phone buzzing echo’s, in which Toji pulls out his phone from his pocket. He answers the phone, putting it to his ear to talk to the person on the other side.

He says a quick bye before hanging up, placing his phone on his lap before letting out a sigh. “Who was it?” You ask “Megumi, he’s at Itadori’s house and won’t be back till later” he says before standing up, you frown at the answer before standing up also.

“I thought he was getting groceries?” You ask, raising an eyebrow as you follow Toji closely. He shrugs, which you can’t help but look at his back muscles flexing as he did it. “Itadori probably begged him to come to his place, Y’know how those two are” he murmured, shaking his head as you both walk into the kitchen. “Boys will be boys” you joke, in which he snickers. “I got left over pasta from last night if you want some? Or it was just gonna go to waste” he suggests, pulling out a small container of pasta from the fridge.

You grab it from his hands, a small ‘thank you’ leaving your lips as you open the container. Toji hands you a fork before taking a seat at the kitchen counter, putting his chin on his hands as he stares into space. You start to eat the pasta, a few moans leaving you as the taste melts in your mouth. You know Megumi’s cooking anywhere.

You hadn’t realised that Toji was watching you, until you were finished with the food. You lick the corner of your mouth before looking up, blushing hard as you make eye contact with Toji. He chuckles softly “no need to get shy, I was like that last night when I ate it too” he says, before standing up.

“You have a little bit of sauce” he says, pointing towards the spot where it was. You blush even more as you try to wipe it away, before looking back at Toji. He shakes his head “here let me” he says before walking over to you, his hand reaching out to your face.

He places his fingers underneath your chin as his thumb swipes the corner of your mouth, making you open your mouth a little. He looks down at you as you sat there whilst his hand held onto your chin softly, his thumb resting against the side of your mouth as he stared at you. You couldn’t help but stare back, your face red like a tomato.

I mean, you couldn’t help but blush. You can’t lie, but Toji is a good looking man, and the scar at the corner of his lip just made him even hotter. But you couldn’t say that out loud, because 1. He’s your best friends dad, 2. He is like 20 years older than you, and 3. Is well because your scared Megumi would never talk to you again if he found out about your little crush on his dad. Actually scratch that, it’s a BIG crush. Fuck, you can’t go a day without thinking about him. You know it’s wrong but you can’t help it, I mean you’ve moaned his name while you were fucking yourself with your dildo for crying out loud!!! But nobody needs to know that. And you mean Nobody.

The sound of Toji chuckling makes you snap out of your trance, his hand dropping from your chin as he stands straight. “You get distracted easily, y/n” he teases before patting the top of your head, he grabs the container and fork, walking to the sink and putting the container and fork in it.

Silence took over as Toji cleaned the dishes while you took glances at his back, watching as his muscles flexed as he moved. It was definitely a good sight to look at, oblivious to the fact that Toji knew you were looking, a small smirk plastered across his face as he cleaned the dishes.

You couldn’t help but think of nasty thoughts of Toji, the thoughts so nasty that it made you squeeze your thighs together, the ache in between them growing. Toji turned around after doing the dishes, his eyes narrowed at the look on your face. “Are you okay?” He asks, drying his hands on his pants before making his way over to you.

With a nod, you give him a smile “I’m fine” you say, but Toji didn’t seem pleased with your answer. He shakes his head as he stands beside you, his hand going underneath your chin, lifting your head up.

He studies your face “are you sure you’re okay?” He asks, an eyebrow raised. You nod with a little ‘mhm”, not trusting yourself to speak as you felt your panties soak. His eyes glance down at your crossed legs before looking back up at you, tilting his head to the side. He soon takes a seat next to you, his hand dropping from your chin to your thigh.

You jump at the feeling of his hand on your thigh, his fingers sliding down to your inner thigh, pushing the leg down. “You look frustrated… are you frustrated y/n?” He asks, his eyes darting up to look into yours. Your name rolls off his tongue so smooth, it sounded so good.

You let out a shaky breath, nodding as he hums in response. “Do you want me to help with your frustration?” He asks, tilting his head. You bite on your bottom lip, not knowing what to say as the ache in between your thighs grew. It only took a nod for Toji to lift you up from the stool, his hands around your waist whilst your legs wrapped around his body.

He kisses you hungrily, your mouth moving with his in seconds. Your tongues slid with each other, teeth clashing against each other as Toji took you into his room, locking the door behind you two before walking to the bed.

He places you down on the bed before climbing on top of you, your lips never leaving. Small whimpers escaped you, only for it to be muffled by Toji’s mouth, his tongue skilfully darting in your mouth.

This felt so wrong but so right at the same time.

In seconds you both had your clothes ripped off, thrown away somewhere in the room. Toji’s head was in between your thighs, raspy moans leaving you as his mouth sucked and kiss on your clit. Your fingers raked through his soft, black hair as he pleased you.

Incoherent words left your mouth, eyes rolled back of your head as he slid two of his fingers in your entrance. Your toes curled, back slightly arched off the bed as he curled the digits, wanting to find your weak spot. You moaned his name so cutely, your voice filling Toji’s ears. He swirled his tongue around the swollen bud, smothering his face with your wetness. Small gasps kept leaving you as you felt your orgasm reaching, your legs spreading out as Toji slid his fingers in and out of you at a quick pace.

Another gasp left you before the feeling of Toji leaving you, your chest going up and down as you opened your eyes. “T-Toji?!” You say his name frustratedly, making him chuckle at your little confused face.

The sexual frustration he had left you with was unbearable, your body felt like it was on fire as he stood in front of you, his cock pressed up against his lower abdomen. “What?” He teased with a stupid smirk on his face, making you even more frustrated.

“Why did you stop?!” You ask angrily, in which he chuckled again. “Shhh baby girl, you can cum soon” he says, before crawling onto you. He hovers over you, giving you a kiss on the cheek before one of his hands slide down, pushing your legs apart. “So wet for me” he murmurs to himself, looking at the glistening of your pussy.

“P-please” you whisper, biting on your bottom lip as he looks up at you. “Please what? I need words baby” he smirks, his hand brushing out hair from your face. “Please- p-please d-daddy I need you” you were a stuttering mess, almost fumbling up a little sentence. You were a fucking mess, mascara smudged down your eyes, lips swollen and your face bright red. And it was because of Toji.

He groans at your response, giving you a sloppy kiss on the lips before lifting you up. He flips you over, making you cradle his lap as he sat at the edge of the bed. His hands gripped onto you as your arms wrapped around his neck, the feeling of his cock pushed up against your thigh. “Ride me baby” he says as he pushes his face into the crook of your neck, biting and sucking on the flesh.

You whimper at his words before nodding, biting on your bottom lip as he guides his tip to your entrance, sliding the tip up and down your slippery folds, covering it in your slick. A small gasp leaves your lips as he pushed the tip inside of you, inch by inch slowly. He was stretching you out, so slowly it felt painful. But it felt heavenly.

He grunts at the tightness of your cunt, your walls squeezing around him tightly. Your back arches, a loud moan escaping your pretty little swollen lips.

It had felt like you were being ripped apart, the size of his cock too much to handle. But he didn’t stop, he wanted you to feel every inch of him, he wanted you to think of him and only him. He could tell you hadn’t had a fuck in a while, just by the way your walls was clenching around him, swallowing him whole as he slid inside of you slowly.

“You’re so tight baby girl” he hisses, sinking his teeth into your neck. His hands held onto you tightly, pushing you down onto his cock slowly.

Soon enough, he was fully in, the tip brushing against your g-spot. You both sat there, breathing heavily as you both waited for you to get used to him. He kissed up and down your neck, leaving dark hickeys along it.

His hands slid up your body, going straight to your breasts. A small gasp leaves you as you feel his fingers squeeze your nipples, twisting and rubbing them. He fondled them so perfectly, one of his hands leaving your tits, his mouth now replacing it. Your mouth opens, raspy breaths exiting you as he swirled his tongue around your nipple, the same way he was doing to your clit.

He was very skilled with his mouth, so skilled it left you drooling. You slowly started to bounce at a slow pace, a low groan leaving Toji as he continued to suck and lick at your nipple.

You bite on your bottom lip as you bounce up and down, the slight sound of skin slapping against each other echoed through the room, as well as a squelching sound. He smothered his face in your breasts, groans leaving him. “Daddy…” you moan, your hands gripping onto his shoulders tightly.

He lays down on the bed, his hands gripping onto your hips as you continued to bounce on his cock. “Good girl, yeah keep going” The sight that was in front of him was fucking beautiful, the way your tits bounced around as you rode him so perfectly, the way drool slid down your chin and onto your chest. It was a beautiful sight, Toji loved everything about it.

His eyes scanned your body, sweat and bite marks covered your skin, his eyes slowly going down to your stomach. His eyes widened, seeing the faint outline of his cock poking through.

The sight of it was enough for him to cum on the spot, but he waited, he waited till you were a complete mess. He wanted to fill you up with his cum, cover your insides white. He wanted you to be his.

And he always gets what he wants.

His hand reaches out, pressing it against your stomach, feeling the bulge. You gasp loudly, your toes curling from the feeling as he presses on your stomach again.

“Take my hand baby” he says, in which you obey, his hand grabbing yours. He guides it down to your stomach, pressing it against your stomach. You felt a lump, making you confused to what it is. “T-Toji what is t-that?” You stuttered, which he chuckled at before letting go of your hand.

“That’s me baby that’s my cock right there” he says so casually, which made you dart your eyes down to your stomach.

Your eyes widen as you see the bulge in your stomach, the shape of his cock slightly visible to you. His hands land back on your hips, guiding you through your movements. You look up at Toji, sweat covering his forehead, as well has strands of hair sticking to it.

Your hands land back on his chest, flipping your hair to the side. Hickeys covered every inch of your neck, as well as your tits, making Toji smirk from how proud he was of his artwork. Your stomach did flips as you reached your high, the familiar knot forming in your stomach. He hissed as your pussy clenched around his cock, his nails digging into your skin as you bounced up and down at a fast pace.

He was close too, his chest rising up and down fast as he lets out groans. “O-ohhhh I-I’m gonna cum!” You moan loudly, the feeling of his tip pushing up against your cervix making you come closer to your high.

“Fffuckk me too baby, me too” he groans, helping you with your movements. Your eyes rolled back as you felt yourself starting to cum, a loud scream leaving your glossy mouth.

You gushed all over Toji’s cock, covering him in your wetness. Breathless moans left you as you began to shake, your toes curled to the point it started to cramp up.

“Fuck I’m coming baby” he whimpered out, hissing before pushing up into you, a loud groan leaving his lips as he began to shoot rows of cum inside of you. You whimpered, the feeling of your insides being filled to the brim felt amazing. He kept filling you up till cum started oozing out of your overflowed cunt, dripping down on Toji’s dick.

He lets out a sigh, watching as your chest moves up and down quickly. You open your eyes, letting out a sigh also. You lean down, connecting your lips with his in a slow and gentle kiss. His arms wrap around you , flipping you two around. He hovers over you as you kissed slowly, no tongue, no teeth clashing. It was just a sweet normal kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer.

He smiles against your lips before pulling away, a string of saliva attached to you two. His hand comes up, brushing hair away from your face. “Beautiful” he whispers, making you blush hard as he chuckles at your reaction.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” He suggests, pulling away. You nod as he stands up, lifting you up bridal style before making his way to the connected bathroom.

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It had felt like forever since you two hopped in the shower, both of your bodies covered in soap. The both of you didn’t say much, just letting the water run down your bodies.

You both shared a messy kiss before hopping out, towels wrapped around your bodies before walking back into his bedroom.

You stood beside the bed as Toji changed the sheets, throwing the messy ones in a basket. Soon you both crawled on the now clean bed, his arm wrapped around your shoulders as your leg wrapped around his waist. Soon enough your eyes dropped like flies as you fell asleep.

Toji soon fell asleep shortly after, his arms wrapped around you perfectly.

But the thing is, you both didn’t know that Megumi and Yuji were in the living room, who were both traumatised by what they had just heard 20 minutes ago.

It was something they will never forget nor will they ever bring it up. Ever. And Megumi is for sure not talking to the either of you again for quite some time.

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Heyyyy guys, this is my first post on here, so don’t mind if it’s kinda shitty!! 😭 I’m still working out how to use tumblr as well:(

[antoncyng]

౨ৎ. not the same. — c.yj

synopsis - waking up a week after you and yeonjun’s breakup, only to remember it was supposed to be your anniversary today.

warnings - angst with no happy ending ;(, yeonjun cheated, gn!reader, mentions of alcohol and being drunk, cursing, not proofread | wc : ??

notes - do not read if u get sad easily…

head pounding headache, heavy heart and chest, blurry eyes and a dried face was all you could feel right now. ever since you and yeonjun broke up only a week ago, your routine has been much different.

no motivation to go out, the feeling of your phone vibrating with notifications from your friends trying to get you to go out, occasionally some from yeonjun still attempting to apologize for his actions.

LAST WEEK

it was your bestfriend, yuna’s birthday party. she was a huge party person, so it was basically a whole frat/house party just celebrating her birthday. a dj blasting music, self serve bar with lots of alcohol, and food.

you came with yeonjun, but were soon separated after he told you he would just get another drink and maybe say hi to some friends who he passed by while walking with you. you trusted yeonjun with your whole heart, of course, how couldn’t you after dating for almost 2 years?

the minute yeonjun left you alone with your friends, something in your gut was telling you something bad would happen, but you couldn’t get yourself to believe it.

that was until about 10 minutes later, you told your group of girls you would be back to find yeonjun, leaving to the kitchen and searching for him everywhere, even asking his friends you never talked to. you soon spotted a familiar head in the corner of the dining room, that was also filled with many people.

you didn’t want to believe it, you wanted to rub your eyes and make the sight you were seeing blur away, you wanted to cover your ears from the music and shut your eyes just to tell yourself it wasn’t true, but it was. you stood there for a good 3 minutes, tears well falling out of your eyes and down your face already, your shaky hand making its way to cover your mouth that was wide open.

“y-yeonjun..?” you called out as loud as you could, watching the boy turn around after separating his lips from the girl he was cornering, face turning red as soon as he saw your crying figure, you could tell he was horribly drunk but definitely sobered up in some way from the sight of you. “what are you.. doing..?” was the last thing you could murmur out before breaking into tears and turning around, pushing past people to make your way to the front door.

you heard yeonjun shouting your name and telling you to stop and turn around, his voice desperate and almost sweetly convincing. but it was shut out by your mind, your eyes were blurry as tears flowed down your face, everything that entered your ears sounded drowned out, all you could think of was how you needed to get home and just rot in bed.

“y/n, please talk to me! it’s not what it looked like!” he finally said as he got to you, holding your wrist to get you to turn around and face him. after yanking your wrist from his hand, you could see the visible hurt on his face, forcing everything in you to stop yourself from pulling him into your embrace and apologize for “overreacting”.

“don’t start with that bullshit yeonjun! what do you mean its not what it looks like? you wanna sit here and lie to my fucking face and say you weren’t full on making out with that girl? who knows what would even happen if i didn’t catch you, you probably would’ve took her upstairs and fucked her for all i know!” you shouted at him, watching the waterline of his eyes fill with tears of guilt, knowing he messed up bad. you knew yeonjun, and the look he had on his face looked like he just wanted to crouch down and rip all his hair out from guilt, all you could think of is hugging him tightly as if he just had a bad day, but you knew you had to end it here. “you know yeonjun, if you wanna do this shit at parties like you did before we met, you can now. we’re done.” you stated, trying to sound as stern as you could, only to break down after taking a few steps away from the boy.

after walking away, you heard yeonjun break down into tears and sob while watching you walk away, but you knee you had to fight yourself from running back to him and taking him in your arms.

AND HERE WE ARE NOW …

you finally decided to pick up your phone, looking at the time and date, tears welling up once again after seeing it was you and yeonjun’s second anniversary, but it broke you knowing you weren’t together anymore to spend this special day.

unlocking yourself and checking your notifications just broke you more, seeing the messages yeonjun left you after the break up.

my jun ♡

APR 7TH . 8:39 PM

my jun ♡ : hey yn, can we please talk?

my jun ♡ : i know i fucked up

my jun ♡ : just please let me know you’re okay

APR 9TH . 11:46 AM

my jun ♡ : i know you probably don’t wanna see my messages

my jun ♡ : but i can’t stop thinking about you

my jun ♡ : it’s not the same waking up without you

my jun ♡ : i hope you know you’ll always be the one i love with my whole heart

my jun ♡ : i’m so sorry y/n

APR 9TH . 5:34 PM

my jun ♡ : hi y/n, i hope you’ve eaten today

my jun ♡ : i know you have a hard time eating after your classes

my jun ♡ : i’m sorry i can’t be that reminder for you anymore

APR 10TH . 4:26 AM

my jun ♡ : i miss you so much

my jun ♡ : i would do anything to go back and never leave your side at that party again

my jun ♡ : i would do anything to have another chance

my jun ♡ : fuck i’m probably bothering your sleep

my jun ♡ : i’m sorry, i’ll always be sorry. sleep well y/n, 🤍

APR 11TH . 6:38 PM

my jun ♡ : you haven’t been active on any of your social medias

my jun ♡ : are you okay?

my jun ♡ : well i know you aren’t okay

my jun ♡ : i didn’t mean it like that i know you could be okay of course

my jun ♡ : fuck i’m sorry

APR 12TH . 2:17 PM

my jun ♡ : hi y/n

my jun ♡ : i feel a little stalkerish continuing to text you even when you don’t reply, kinda funny isn’t it?

my jun ♡ : what am i kidding, nothings funny to me anymore

my jun ♡ : i can’t even bring myself to talk to anyone anymore

my jun ♡ : i hope you’re doing okay, and not crying anymore

my jun ♡ : you know i hate seeing you cry

my jun ♡ : even tho you look gorgeous when you cry

my jun ♡ : i love you y/n

APR 13TH . 1:07 AM

my jun ♡ : i hope you remember what day it is

my jun ♡ : because i sure do

my jun ♡ : here i am, sitting in my bed alone

my jun ♡ : our song playing on repeat

my jun ♡ : i would do everything and anything just for you to forgive me

my jun ♡ : even just a hug would get me to smile again

my jun ♡ : happy anniversary, i love you forever y/n, even if it’s not the same anymore.

authors note - thank you for reading! i’ve always been bad with angst so this might be total booty cheeks but.. oh well its worth a shot ^-^

PLEASE DO NOT STEAL NOR REPOST !

[cookybananas]

It's Casual Right? (Modern!Anakin Skywalker x Reader)

Inspired by the song: "Casual" by Chappell Roan

summary: A really poorly written slowburn with Modern!Anakin Skywalker. Padme, your best friend, introduces you to Anakin Skywalker at a party. You both become great friends and eventually friends with benefits. What happens if you start to feel something more with Anakin, but you learn he doesn't quite feel the same for you?

Anakin and I have been hooking up for about 5 months now. We both met each other at a frat party, where Padme had introduced me to him and his best friend, Ben Kenobi.

At first, we started out as really good friends. But one night, it had led to our bodies entwined together, lying naked under the sheets in his bed. The next morning, Anakin had told me wanted to keep it casual. He pitched the idea that we could be friends with benefits, to which I stupidly agreed with, not knowing that it would lead me to the position I'm in now.

He told me there would be no strings attached and we would still remain as good friends (with benefits of course). And that if we ever needed one another, one of us would make time to pop over at whosever house to have sex to release each other's stress. It was exciting the first couple of times, but eventually I lost that excitement when we were 3 months in the relationship.

I soon realized that I started to develop feelings for Anakin. I started to see him in a different light. I wanted something more with him. I wanted to hold hands with him wherever we walked together. I wanted to kiss him badly, and in a way where I wasn't filled with lust, but with love instead. I wanted to love him in a way where I would cook his favorite meal every time he came home. I wanted him to love me as much as I loved him. I didn't want to be his booty call, or the girl he would bang on his couch anymore. I wanted to be more to him. And I wanted him to see me as someone he would want those same things as well.

You see, I wouldn't be thinking and feeling this way if it weren't for Anakin wanting to bringing me everywhere with him. Sometimes he'll have his arm around me and would kiss me on the cheek or lips, as if we were a couple. I thought he would soon develop similar feelings for me, but I was wrong.

There was one time Anakin's mother, Shmi, had invited me to a gala dinner with her and Anakin's new stepfather, Cliegg. When she had asked me if Anakin and I were dating over dinner, Anakin had quickly shot down his mother's question. To which surprised her and Cliegg and had left an uncomfortable silence between us for the rest of evening. Anakin's response felt like as if a knife had ran through my heart. That same night after dinner, Anakin and I got into an argument in the car ride to my house.

"Anakin. You confuse me, you know that right? How could you invite me to dinner with your parents and tell them that we aren't a thing?" I spoke up, knowing damn well that we weren't even considered a "thing" in the first place in his mind. But I wanted to press him further about his response from dinner. Because what kind of man brings you to meet his parents for the first time at a fancy dinner gala?

"Because we aren't Y/N! We aren't official or anything, and you know that. What do you not get about that?" He huffed out in annoyance, as he gripped the steering wheel tightly.

"Then why aren't we a "thing" Anakin? Have you ever considered my feelings that maybe I want to be more than just some girl you fuck? I hear it all the time in class. Especially the shit that you tell your friends." I throw at him. To which he pulled the car over the side of road to park and turned towards me.

"What exactly have you heard from my friends that I could have possibly told them?" He asked sternly, his gaze never leaving mine. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"You don't remember any of it do you? You don't remember bragging to your friends the very first time we fucked, you boasted about how you made me came first, when in reality it was you who did in the first place?" I snarled at him. Anakin looked down at his lap, thinking to himself. Remembering the only person he had told about your first time together was to Ben, but he didn't think his roommate would twist the narrative or tell anyone else about it.

"That's not what happened-"

"It doesn't fucking matter Anakin. I hear all of these rumors about me from my classmates, your friends, and even my own friends...Do you even think to care about me?"

"I-I do Y/N. Trust me, I do-"

"If you truly did, you wouldn't have said any of that shit about me in the first place. Now just drive. I want to go home." I said one last time, fixing myself to look out towards my window. The rest of car ride remained silent. Anakin wished me a goodnight as I was getting out of his car. But I didn't say anything to him and I slammed the car door shut in his face as I made my way into my shared apartment with Padme.

-

Just two days after that argument, Anakin had picked me up that afternoon, acting as if the argument that had occur two days prior didn't even happen. He took me to the pier to hang out with his some of his friends that day. After hanging out with them all day till sundown, Anakin had drove us to a parking lot right by the ocean. Knowing where it would lead to us, I had found my legs tossed over Anakin's shoulders as his strong hands gripped my thighs. Anakin was knee deep in the passenger seat as he ate me out as I moaned out his name and profanities. This was just how our relationship had come down to. When I would get upset at him or he would get upset at me, we would argue, and he would apologize through sex and act as if nothing happened.

I don't know why I kept doing this to myself. Why did I continue to stay with him if I already knew he didn't feel the same for me? Perhaps, I was just a loser. I guess the reason why I put up with it for so long was that I worried he would cut me off and the future that I had wished with him would disappear with him.

But that was thrown out the window anyways. I was at another frat party that Padme forced me to go with her. The last frat party I had went to was when I first met Anakin and Ben.

I was scanning the room only to find Anakin in the corner of the room making out with another girl. Anakin's arms trapped her in as her hands roamed all over his body. I stood there and watched in disgust and in hurt. How could he do this to me? I know we aren't dating and he's free to do anything, but why did it hurt so fucking much?

I don't know what got into me, but next thing I know I was making my way to where they were and confronted Anakin. The girl he had between his arms and had just slobbered his lips scurried away from me.

"Anakin. What the fuck?!" I said to him, now holding his arm so he wouldn't lose his balance. He looked a little tipsy and almost fell backwards if I didn't held him.

"What's your problem Y/N?!" He slurred as he shoved my hand off of him.

"You. You are my problem Anakin! How could you do this to me?! Why do you keep hurting me like this?!" I said as my voice started to crack. Tears started to form in my eyes as I balled my fists. I was furious with him.

Anakin stood there, trying to process what was going on before giving me a response.

"We aren't even dating Y/N! God. You are so infuriating. Just let me do what I want." He argued back, which set me off. Next thing I know, it became a screaming match. Both Anakin and I were yelling loud enough to make the people around us look at us with concern. Padme, Ben, and some of Anakin's friends made their way to the yelling and immediately recognized our voices.

Padme and Ben dragged me away from Anakin, who was be being held back by his roommates, Rex and Cody.

"You such an asshole Anakin! I hope-" My words were cut off when Ben put his hand over my mouth as he dragged my flailing body outside of the house.

Ben sat next to me on the porch stairs in front of the house as I was curled into a ball, crying into my arms. Padme sat next to me and embraced my form.

"Why does he keep doing this? Why do I keep doing this to myself?" I rambled on, continuing to sob into my arms. Ben and Padme looked at each other before Ben spoke up.

"Anakin is very stupid Y/N. It's frustrating that he doesn't realize what he has in front of him...I promise you, it's not you, it's him that needs to figure it out." Ben said softly, rubbing my back. Though Ben and I didn't talk to each other as much, he was very sweet and caring towards me.

"I think it's time you have to end what you and Anakin have going on Y/N...It's clearly affecting you. And it's clear that Anakin doesn't feel the same for you." Padme spoke up. She's right, I much as I hated her being blunt, she was honest and got her point across at least. Padme had put up so much with me when I came to her about Anakin. There were so many times where I had come back to the apartment in a sour mood after seeing Anakin and she would have to hear it from me the thousandth time.

"Can you just take me back home?" I whispered to Padme, who nodded in response.

"I'm gonna go check on-" Ben was cut off when he heard footsteps approach us. The three us turned around to see Anakin, Rex, and Cody towering over us.

"Um, Skyguy wants to talk to you." Cody cleared his throat. Padme looked over to me, to which I told her it'll be okay. Ben, Padme, Cody, and Rex made their way back into the house to give Anakin and I space.

Anakin sat next to me, as I quickly wiped away my tears. We both sat in silence before Anakin spoke up.

"I...I'm sorry Y/N." He said, fidgeting with his fingers, a habit he had whenever he was feeling nervous.

"It's..okay Anakin." I whispered out, looking down at my feet.

"Look...I understand that you probably wouldn't want to be friends anymore...But do know, that I cherished every moment I had with you."

I sat there, processing what he had just said. I didn't know what to say to him. I sat there thinking to myself, trying to find a response.

"Did you ever think about having a future with me?" I queried, now looking up at him. Anakin looked at me and didn't say anything. He stared at the ground, in deep thought.

"I did, and I still do."

"If you do, then what's stopping you from asking me to your girlfriend?"

"I-I don't know..." He mustered out. My heart was breaking at his responses. Why couldn't I have been more for him? Why can't he want me as much as I want him?

Nonetheless, his responses were all I needed to hear. Padme was right. The countless times she has told me to end this relationship and that I deserved someone better. Someone who was deserving of my love and would actually love me back.

I stood up from where I sat. Anakin looked up at me at my sudden motion.

"It was great while it lasted Anakin. I just wished you reciprocated the same feelings I have for you...I'll see you around." I said to him one last time. Anakin was about to say something, but I already had left him as I made my way back into the house to find Padme.

"Hey, you ready to go?" Padme asked me. I nodded in response. We both made our way out of the house and towards her car. Feeling that someone was watching me from afar, I turned around and saw Anakin leaning on the railing of the porch, staring back at me.

I gave him a small smile, to which he returned. I looked at him one last time before getting into the car. Despite it being nighttime, I could see the sadness in his eyes.

I let out a sigh as I buckled myself in.

"Are ya ready?" Padme asked me.

"Yes ma'am." I said, before we drove off back to our apartment.

[strawnarrries]

Irresistible

Summary: It is finals week and boyfriend/fratboy!harry helps you study, but ends up being more of a distraction than he is a help.

Requested: nope but always open!

POV: 2nd

Warning(s): smutttt

You Harry

Y/N

harry

Wyd

you know i'm studying

Wanna come over

im studying

i have to get at least a 68 to pass a&p and i do not wanna retake this class its literally hell

Oh 68 that's nothing

harry this stuff is so hard ive never studied so much and knew so little

its cumulative too

Come over and I'll help you study

i dont believe you. we never end up studying when we try...

Baby I wanna help you. I haven't seen you in so long I feel like you're killing yourself over these finals

i have to

Let me help you then

Studying with someone else helps you remember things easier

you promise you'll help me and not distract me?

I can try

ughhh ok i'm omw

You sighed to yourself, knowing that this probably was the worst decision you could make at the moment. But you missed him. Since finals week was coming up, you have been slaving away in your dorm, trying to ingest as much material as you could so you would pass your tests.

You didn't even bother to change your clothes. You packed your bag, slipped on your shoes, and were out the door in a span of 10 minutes. Once arriving at the frat house, you texted your boyfriend to let him know that you were there. He greeted you at the door, unlocking it and letting you in. He wore a uni shirt and grey sweatpants. He also had his favorite snapback, the black one he wore constantly, sat backward on his head. His curls were peeking out from under it, making butterflies swarm in your tummy.

"Hi pretty girl," he grinned at you, knowing you loved when he called you that.

"Hi," you smiled, hugging him.

You followed him up to his room, closing the door behind you. Luckily his roommate had class for a couple of hours and wouldn't be home for a while, leaving you plenty of time to study with no distractions (hopefully).

"I missed you," he hummed as he sat on the edge of his bed with open arms, urging you to greet him.

You set your bag on the floor and slipped off your shoes, stepping in between his legs. You pressed a sweet kiss to his pink lips before wrapping your arms around him while he wrapped his around yours. You melted into his arms, letting him hold you for a moment, "I missed you too."

You laid your chin against the top of his head, the fabric from his hat slightly scratching your skin, "I'm so tired of studying. I literally feel so drained."

"Why don't you take a break with me? We can cuddle and watch an episode of that one show we're watching."

"Okay, but just one episode 'cause I need to study," you replied, lifting your head to look down at him.

"Okay, baby. C'mere," he urged, scooting back to lie against the headboard.

You snuggled up into his side, enjoying his warm embrace and letting yourself relax into him. He grabbed the remote from his bedside table and turned on the little tv he and his roommate set up in their room. He turned on the show you two were currently watching together and pulled you close to him.

Once the show ended, you sighed and got up to dig into your backpack, "Okay, I have to study now."

"Ya want me t' quiz you?" he asked as you sat back down on the bed next to him.

"Yeah," you nodded, handing him your purple notebook.

He began flipping through your pages and pages and pages of written notes, gasping, "Holy shit, you have to know all of this?"

"Yeah, it sucks."

"'m not looking forward to taking this class," he sighed, maneuvering his body so he was now sitting across from you.

"I'll help you," you replied.

"Aww, I knew I picked the right girl," he grinned at you.

"Seriously? You only picked me 'cause you knew I'd help you with school?" you teased.

"And 'cause you give great BJs, duhhhh!"

"Oh shut up. I'm pretty confident on the labeling part so quiz me on this part," you told him, pointing to the wordy portion of your notes, "I drew stars next to the ones I need to study more."

He went through your notes, coming up with questions and quizzing you, helping you find ways to retain the information on the ones you got wrong. He had gone through about two of many pages so far and you could tell he was starting to get bored, the mischievious side of Harry slowly creeping out.

"Mmm," he hummed and you could see the wheels turning in his head, "why dont we make this a game and for every question you get wrong, you take off a piece of clothing."

"Harrryyy!" you whined, "you told me you wouldn't distract me."

"'m not!! 'm just making this fun so you'll remember it better."

You groaned dramatically, "you're lucky you look hot right now."

"'s the hat innit?" he smirked that sly smirk of his and you hated him for it.

You rolled your eyes, confirming to him that he was correct. Harry in a backwards hat always got you going and he knew that.

"Okay, go."

"Kay," he began, skimming over your notes to construct another question for you, "What is the substrate of glycolysis?"

"Glucose."

"Good. What are the secretions of the small intestines and their functions?"

"Oh gosh okay," you grumbled, thinking for a moment, "maltase breaks the bond between two glucose molecules of maltose, sucrase breaks sucrose into glucose and fructose, and lactase hydroylzes lactose to glucose and galactose."

"What are the steps of peristalsis?"

"Fuck," you sighed, rubbing your eyes and ignoring the awful way he tried to pronounce that word, "I dunno, each step involves contraction of something to help move food."

He smirked at you, giving you a moment to think, secretly hoping you wouldn't remember.

"Ugh, I dunno, what is it?"

He told you the answer and you groaned, frustrated with yourself for getting that one wrong again.

"You know what that means," he sang.

You glared at him and pulled your hair out of the ponytail, slipping the hair tie on your wrist. Your long hair fell down your shoulders and you shook it out to make it look presentable.

He scoffed teasingly, "that doesn't count!"

"Yeah huh, it's an accessory," you argued.

"I said clothing item."

"Fine," you replied, slipping off a single sock and tossing it across the room.

He smirked at you, speaking back in a challenging tone, "you're really gonna play like that. Okay."

He continued to ask you questions, choosing the hardest questions with the wordiest answers to make the process faster. By now, you had both socks off, your pajama pants off, and had just taken off your sweatshirt, leaving you in just your underwear.

"How many erythrocytes are produced per second?"

"Umm, a thousand?"

He began giggling at you, "baby, you're way off. It's 2 million."

You sighed and began reaching behind your back, fumbling with the clasp of your white bra. You took your sweet time, watching his reaction to you. You unclipped your bra and let the straps slide down your shoulders, revealing your breasts to the cool air. Your nipples pebbled at the temperature change and you watched as he eyed you. He was such a boobs guy. The way he looked at you made you melt, butterflies erupting in your stomach. Complete love and lust clouded over his pretty, green eyes while he unintentionally bit his bottom lip before his eyes trailed back up to yours with a soft grin on his pink lips.

"You act like you've never seen 'em before," you blushed.

"My girl's hot, I'll never get used to it."

"Next question."

"Okay, what are the similarities between of extrinsic and intrinsic pathways?"

"They both lead to the activation of prothrombinase which activates thrombin which converts fibrinogen to fibrin."

"Wrong."

"No that's right!" you retaliated, extremely confident in your answer.

He carefully tossed your notebook to the floor, beginning to hover over you and finger at the elastic band of your panties, "why don't we just say it's wrong and go ahead and take these off you."

Your breath hitched in your throat and you could feel your abdomin clench in anticipation. You let him dominate you, leaning back against the pillows while he hovered over you, "You wanna do that? Think it's time for a break?"

"Yeah," you nodded breathlessly, your hands coming up to grip at his shirt, "kiss me."

He dipped his head down and attached his lips to yours, moving them in sync. The kisses deepened and deepened and each one got more heated than the last. He pulled away with the smack of his lips against yours, slipping his fingertips into your panties and pulling them down your legs, tossing them onto the pile of your clothes on the floor.

"You're wet," he smirked, eyeing your glistening center.

He let his fingers run up and down your folds, spreading your wetness. His fingers landed on your throbbing clit, rubbing it how he's learned you like it. You let out a breath in relief, your hips bucking up into his fingers.

"You're such a bad influence," you breathed out as he hovered back over you, eyes fluttering closed at the feeling of his lips on your neck.

"But you love me," you felt him grin.

"So much," you smiled back.

His lips worked against your neck, leaving marks you knew you would complain about later while his fingers worked your clit, allowing all the stress from finals week to rise off your shoulders. You relaxed into the bed, enjoying the heavenly feeling of your boyfriend loving on you.

You tugged on his shirt, pulling it up towards his head, acknowledging you wanted it off. He sat up on his knees and took his hat off before grabbing onto the collar of his uni shirt and pulling it up over his head, tossing it onto the floor next to you, his growing collection of tattoos now on full display for you.

He began to lean back down before you stopped him, "wait, keep your hat on."

He smirked at you before he picked his hat back up and slipped it on his head backward, little curls peeking out from the sides. You giddily giggled as he hovered over you again and he kissed you, "Mm, you look so sexy with a backwards hat."

"Oh yeah?" he replied, his ego rising as he trailed his kisses down your body.

Landing on your chest, he took your right nipple into his mouth, kissing, sucking, and licking. You hummed in content as your hands wrapped around his warm skin, holding him tightly to you. He gave your other nipple the same attention before you pulled him away, "Kiss me."

He hovered back over you and kissed you, his right hand sliding down your body and coming in contact with your throbbing center again. His fingers slipped through your folds, spreading your wetness once more, feeling just how turned on you are for him.

"Fuck," he mumbled mostly to himself as he began to rub small circles on your throbbing clit, "you really do like the backwards hat, huh?"

You just moaned in response as he slipped one finger into your opening, thrusting it in and out before easily adding a second. He curled his fingers up, hitting that special spot that made your back arch.

"Want you in me," you whimpered softly into his ear, sending shivers down his spine.

He didn't think twice before he got up and slipped his sweatpants and briefs off. He pulled open the drawer on his bedside table and took out a condom, slipping it onto his hard shaft. He got on his knees in front of you, lining himself up with your entrance. He grabbed onto both of your ankles and rested them on his shoulders. You felt your thighs stretch as he leaned over you. His member slid into you, both of your jaws going slack as he began to move in and out of you, finding a good pace.

"'s that feel good?" he asked.

"Mhm, it feels so good," you whined softly, feeling your orgasm beginning to coil in your stomach.

He always made you feel so good. He knew your body like the back of his hand, knowing exactly what you liked and disliked. It took a while for you to figure out what you liked since you were a virgin before you started dating Harry. He was such a sweetheart though, always so patient with you and making sure you were comfortable. He never got mad at you when he wasn't able to get you to finish and he always encouraged you and showered you with compliments when you pleasured him, even though you were convinced you were doing a horrible job.

He loved to make you feel good and was invested in learning about your body and what got you going. He craved the opportunity to give you pleasure rather than receive (although he does love to receive), which was the opposite of most boys your age.

Now that you're way past the learning about each other stage, he never fails to make your back arch and your toes curl, struggling to not scream his name and let everyone know how good he was making you feel.

"Faster, Harry, go faster," you moaned softly.

He sped up his pace, the sound of skin slapping and your wetness filling your ears before he slowed down again, but still slightly faster than his original pace, "We can't be too loud, baby."

You whined, this time in frustration, "I wish we lived alone so bad."

"One day," he hummed, "I promise."

You let out a soft whimper, your walls subconsciously clenching around him and causing him to groan softly into your ear. He pressed kisses just under your ear lobe and shivers ran across your body.

He lifted his head up to look at you and your eyes connected with his. He was gorgeous. His skin and tattoos were glittering under a thin layer of sweat, his eyebrows furrowed together in pleasure and his mouth was slightly agape with uneven breaths and occasional moans slipping out. His chest and arm muscles were tensing with every movement he made; all that football he was playing paid off for you. The backward hat on his head was also making every 100x hotter.

He let out a soft smile at you and you smiled back at him, hands cupping his cheeks to pull him down to kiss you. His lips moved against yours and his thrusts slowed down as he kissed you, most of his attention now on slipping his tongue past your lips and tasting you.

"Oh, I wanna scream," you whimpered softly against his pink lips.

"Me too," he grunted, "you feel so good."

Those words went straight to your core and you gripped onto him tighter, your painted fingernails digging into his back. Your hips bucked up and slightly circled under him, desperate for a release. His swollen, red tip hit your special spot with every thrust of his hips and caused your toes to curl.

He leaned down slightly and used his elbows to hold himself up rather than his hands. His thrusts got sloppy and you could tell he was getting tired but was still determined to bring you both to the edge. The stretch on the back of your thighs became too much and you instinctively moved your legs off of his shoulders. He sat up slightly so you could get them under his arms and comfortably lay them on the bed. He leaned back down on his elbows and pressed a few sweet kisses to your forehead, moving a few strands of hair out of the way as he began to grind his hips against yours.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, squeezing him tightly and pushing him deeper into you. His lips trailed down your face, across your jaw, and to your neck, making sure to pay extra attention to what he knew were your sweet spots.

"Wantcha t' ride me," he hummed, as he pulled out of you.

He rolled off of you, falling against the sheets next to you in a huff. He lifted his head slightly to take off his snapback, ruffling his sweaty, but gorgeous, chocolatey locks.

"Can you sit against the headboard?" you asked.

He obeyed and sat up against the headboard, slipping his hat backward onto his head comfortably. You sat up and straddled his lap, now face to face and chest to chest with him. You wrapped your hand around his length, giving it a few pumps before positioning it at your entrance. You sank down onto him, both of you watching as he disappeared inside of you. You paused for a second, giving yourself time to adjust to him.

"Mm, you look so pretty like this," he whispered, hands reaching up to cup your breasts, kneading them.

You smiled at him, before leaning in to kiss him, "I love you."

"I love you too."

You began to grind onto him, pressing your forehead against his. The little curls peeking out from under his hat tickled your skin. He placed both hands on either side of your waist, guiding you with every movement of your hips. He was so deep inside you that you could feel every inch of him. Your hands cupped each side of his neck, subconsciously pulling at the curls around the back of his neck, the ones that peeked under the brim of his hat.

You loved this position. It always felt so good. He was in the perfect position for you to kiss him and watch him. He got so deep inside of you, rubbing up against your sweet spots. With every thrust of your hips, his pelvic bone, and the patch of coarse hair there stimulated your clit, something you needed to be pushed over the edge.

He dipped his head down and began pressing open-mouthed kisses to anywhere his lips could reach; your neck, your collarbones, and the swell of your breasts, leaving more marks to your collection. You always loved when he kissed you like that. The feeling of him inside of you and his warm lips on your neck had you going feral and you could tell he was too.

"Fuck, Y/N, you close?"

"Yeah," you moaned.

"'m not gonna last much longer, I need yeh t' cum," he whimpered painfully against the skin of your chest.

"Almost there," you breathed out.

You moved faster against him, giving everything in you to get yourself and him to finish. He bent his legs and pressed his feet flat on the bed, gripping your hips tighter. He began moving his own hips under yours, your thrusts meeting his.

"Oh, Harry, that feels so good. Please don't stop. Don't stop."

"I know you're close, baby, I can feel it. Let go for me, c'mon," he grunted back.

And that was all you needed to let go for him. The knot in the pit of your stomach released and your entire body was numb with pleasure. You wanted to scream so bad but you held your breath to help stay quiet. Your eyes were squeezed shut, your lips pursed and your face was scrunched up as your orgasm ripped through you.

Harry's grip on your hips tightened more, leaving marks on your sensitive skin as his orgasm shortly followed yours. You continued to move against him, trying to drag every last second of your releases. Coming down from your highs, you began breathing heavily, feeling the relief washing over you.

You relaxed on him, your chest against his and your arms wrapped around each other. You rested your head on his shoulder, taking a moment to catch your breath while you felt him soften inside of you. You lifted your head up to look at him and blushed slightly at the look on his face. His eyes were hooded, his skin slightly glistened with sweat, and his lips parted as he breathed heavily, a smirk growing, "That was so hot."

You rolled your eyes teasingly, getting up and heading towards the bathroom to clean yourself up, "I swear I can never get anything done with you."

He chuckled softly before calling back to you as you walked away, "Face it, baby. I'm irresistible."

[hannie-dul-set]

send jay next to the reverse harem hell pls

[between a rock and a hard place]. jay park’s college experience has been relatively peaceful. he simply lets himself get carried along by the waves, gentle and languid and paired by a subtle breeze to match from his freshman year to sophomore year, exam to exam, classroom to classroom until the next checkpoint comes, the next curve in the stream, up until the waters simply bring him to where he belongs. the waves led him to join a frat on a whim on his third semester. the waves led him to switch majors on his fourth.

however, last summer, his boat ride became a little shaky— a little more turbulent than he’d normally like.

“i’m sorry. i don’t think we should keep seeing each other.”

there was a bit of a mess in the romance and social department. bridges had to be burnt for the sake of everyone’s peace, but he managed to breeze through that as well. he’s back on his little driftwood down the stream. all peaceful and all serene. now in his junior year, things can’t get any more smooth towards graduation.

or so he thought, because for some reason, the turbulence he’d experienced last summer decided to come back. but not in the face that he’d been used to. 

“let’s throw a welcome party for his return!”

jungwon’s voice rings dull in his ears. jay hasn’t seen you in a long time, but he still remembers the lipstick stains you’d leave on his neck whenever he decided to take a break from all that peace. he still remembers the citrus scent of your perfume. he still misses the feeling of his fingers getting tangled in the tufts of your hair whenever he’d kiss you.

“i can’t believe you have the guts to come crawling back here after the shit you pulled last summer, you son of a bitch.”

even with your hair short, new scent, and unpainted lips, it’s still very obvious that the person who just entered doorstep right now is you pretending to be your fucking brother.

it took everything in jay’s power to not land a punch on sunghoon’s jaw for calling you a son of a bitch.

“what the hell are you doing here?! why do you look like that?”

somehow, he managed to sneak you off in the middle of the welcome back party before heeseung or jake can drown you in any more beers. you were never a beer person anyway. why the hell were you just letting them get away with that? “it’s none of your business,” you sneer, shoving him off, and jay feels a sudden tremor, a sudden shake that he quickly swallows down to stay grounded.

“it is my business,” he manages to retort back, stern. “this is my family you’re trying to defraud. sure, you and your brother look similar, but did you really think you can fool me?”

he watches as you press your lips together, troubled and distressed with your arms crossed in front of your chest. there’s nothing jay wants more in the world than to kiss you right now just to stop you from frowning.

“listen, my piece of shit of a brother is MIA right now, and he’s gonna get dropped if he misses any more of his classes. i don’t expect you to help me. but the least you can do is shut your fucking mouth so i don’t get caught.”

that…that explains it. but you can’t just keep living in a house full of men. either he keeps your little secret and gets tortured every single day by your very presence within close proximity, or he spills everything and catches the brunt of your hatred even more. neither option is great. he’s caught between a rock and hard place, but for now the night gets settled with the former. until he finds a better, safer third option at the very least.

while waiting for that third, the peace that jay park had always found a home in is now nowhere to be found. especially when one of his best friends is wrongly directing his animosity towards you. especially when the other two are shoving you around, headlocking you, treating you as if you’re their bro. especially when the other one is getting a little too close with you. way too fucking close.

do they even realize you’re not the same person that they think you are?

that’s it. jay has had it. he’s jumping ship and diving headfirst into the turbulence of the waves.

send me a kpop boy (txt/enha/zb1/bnd/dream) to toss into reverse harem hell! [sunghoon]

[not-alien-girl-v]

can i request a break up make up imagine with kyle🥹❤️

warning: weird shit

note: alternate ending of this fic right here. basically if kyle never stopped y/n when she walked away. you don't have to read that one first, but i would recommend it. also i love inserting myself into these fics as a supporting character. you cannot stop me from doing this ever. leave a like please gang!!

now even more enraged than the moment she exited the car, y/n stomps after him.

when he sees her standing before him outside, she notices the gentle smile playing on his bruised face and she almost feels guilty for being about to yell at him, but soon remembers what he did.

"what the fuck is your problem?" she yells.

"you're my problem," he grumbles, picking himself off the ground an dusting off his jeans with the palms of his sweaty hands.

she ignores his almost cute quip. "you think you can just act like you fucking own me? like i'm your property? because i'm not, i shouldn't have to tell you how fucked that is, kyle!"

"so do you do this a lot? you flirt with random guys at parties. parties that i'm at? do you tell them you have a boyfriend before you blow them or what?"

"i'm not a slut, if that's what your implying. i've never done what you accused me of, not even tonight. we were having an innocent conversation when you came in like my fucking owner. but if that's what you think i do all the time, if you genuinely believe that, then maybe we shouldn't be doing this."

each footstep pounds on the pavement like a giant retreating into the clouds, but it's really y/n marching home. home to her house, where she wouldn't be treated in such poor conditions. somewhere where she'd finally get a little respect, something kyle was deficient in tonight, for some god forsaken reason.

kyle should have stopped her. he should have said something, grabbed her wrist, got on his knees, groveled, begged, pleaded. he would like to say the alcohol coursing through his bloodstream was the main suspect for this felony, but who was he kidding? it was all him, him and his stupid, stupid brain.

the next few days felt like a punishment from god himself, and kyle genuinely began to wonder if he displeased some higher power who has now showered him in eternal darkness.

sure, it was just that his girlfriend broke up with him and wouldn't return his - what was it, like 50? - calls to her cellphone, her home phone, her roommate's phone, even her mom wouldn't answer the line.

when one main source of happiness is briskly removed from one's life, one begins to realize how shitty said life is without it. his classes dragged along like a snail on a mattress left out to dry in the sun, with the lack of promise that one day he'll get his degree and a high paying engineering job that will support him and his (hopefully) future wife. now it was just a 2 hour class.

and what was he supposed to do out of class? the routine of texting his girlfriend first thing class ended was interrupted. who was he supposed to text now? his mom? not gonna happen. his frat brothers? unlikely.

not only was y/n his girlfriend but she was also his best friend, and he couldn't imagine a current life or any future possibility of a life if she wasn't by his side.

he was so screwed.

so, like any smart grown adult would, he went on wikihow. his fingers press into the black laptop keyboard, 'how to get my girlfriend to take me back.'

leave her alone

done, kyle hadn't spoken to her in days now.

2. start talking to another girl

not sure how that could possibly help his case, but he was open to it if that's what he needed to do.

3. tap your inner alpha male

kyle wasn't too sure he had one of those. if he had to guess, his spirit animal would probably be a hamster or perhaps a well-tempered gerbil.

as the article read, 'most girls are attracted to the alpha male for deep biological reasons: they believe he can provide for them better, protect them better, and give her biologically fit children. even if you don't think that alpha males are your ex's type, subtle changes might work on her: pump out your chest a bit, make an effort to work out your arms and thighs, and project strength.'

he would endure anything for her. and wikihow was never wrong, so this technique was a sure thing.

⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆

the plan started with hitting the gym 3 times before making his move. once that same day he read the article, once the next day, and with one day of rest, he went back on saturday, the day he aimed to get her back.

in fact, he was fresh out of the gym, sweat still being the substance slightly gluing his clothes to his body, when he arrived at her house. he made the wise decision to skip step two, as he didn't want her to think he was moving on to other girls, which it would pretty much guarantee.

instead of ringing the doorbell, he pounds the door, hard, adrenaline moving through him, looking like a cracked up mad man. he knocks three times (three is his lucky number).

unfortunately, her roommate, violet, answers instead of y/n.

"oh. what are you doing here? and why do you look... like that?" she doesn't invite him in, in fact, she stands her ground center in the doorway, as if informing him that he was not welcome past the threshold like a vampire.

"i've got something to say to her, is she here?" kyle demands, perhaps a little too loudly, and violet gives him a look, but slowly nods her head.

"yeah she's here."

"well, can i speak to her?"

"i'll ask. but if she says no, you're out of here, got it?" with a solemn nod of his sweaty head, she closes the door, not locking it, but walking further into the apartment.

to his glee, y/n is the next face he sees when the door opens for the second time, and he can't help but notice violet carefully watching from behind a corner, lurking like a ghost, but ultimately judging his every move.

"kyle? are you okay? you look a little... frazzled." she speaks delicately to him. why do people keep saying that to him? he ignores the lack of anger in her voice, the fact that she's not slapping his stupid face right now like she probably should be. no, he's got something fresh on his mind.

his chest is puffed out, his voice firm and again, a little on the louder side, all details adding to y/n's concern, she worries he's contracted rabies or something horrible explaining why he's so sweaty and icky looking at her doorstep.

"i'm fine-"

"hey, come inside, let me take your temperature, you look like you have a fever," she doesn't let him finish as she yanks him in by the wrist, cringing at the dampness of it, but nevertheless, pushes him down onto her couch.

"you're really gonna let him get his funk all over my nice couch?" he hears violet whisper to y/n, something he assumes he's not supposed to hear.

"it's our nice couch, and look at him, he clearly needs medical attention right now."

"he needs your attention right now, go talk with him." violet ushers y/n over to him and he looks ready to present a long speech.

once y/n takes a tentative seat a comfortable distance from kyle on the couch, he starts. "look, I'm sorry-"

"i forgive you."

"what?" his shoulders slump a little bit but in a good way, like he's actually relaxed now.

"i forgive you. i can't stay mad at you forever. i was just too proud to say i was sorry for walking out, so i guess i was just waiting for you to say something first."

"then why didn't you answer my calls?"

"don't get me wrong, i was angry, i was really angry for the first few days, and i had every right to be, but i don't think i should have walked away from you like that. i felt like it showed i didn't value our relationship, and i do. i know you only ever do what you do because you love me. it's just hard to remember that sometimes."

"sweetie, i had a whole speech ready to win you over with. i read a wikihow tutorial, i went to the gym 3 times this week! stop making this so easy!"

"is that why you're so sweaty?"

he gives a playful glare.

"sorry, do you want me to be angry again so you can give your little presentation?"

"just come here," he opens his arms and begins to pull her in when he feels her tense and move away.

"how about a shower first?"

"really?"

"dead serious, baby. i love you, but you smell like shit. take a shower and maybe i'll let you make it up to me." a playful wink is all kyle needs to spring back to life, into the bathroom in less than a moment.

[emilyssky]

Chapter 3: Turn Down The Lights

PAIRING: Lee Know! X fem!reader

GENRE(S): college au, smut, angst

WARNINGS: Mentions of violence and abuse, depression, self harm, eating disorders etc.. mentions of blood, swearing, smoking, smut [ dirty talk, oral; giving and receiving, chocking, spanking, praising, degradation, pet names, sometimes Minho is a dick :)

SUMMARY: "Do you remember what you told me the first time we met?"  

"What?"

"You said; Always leave people a little better than you found them" he looked at the floor with a small smile for a few seconds and then his eyes found mine. "You really annoyed me when we first met. I envied your optimism and excitement for life. But each time I saw you, I felt a certain thrill. You made me angry, you made me laugh., you made me feel everything. Something about you made me feel a little more alive each time. I know I fucked up and I know I'm an asshole but I'm also brutally in love with you."    

I woke up with one of the worst headaches I've ever had. The events of last night a bit blurry in my head. I groan and search under the covers for my phone. I have 5 missed calls and 12 messages from Chan, a few messages from our group chat, and a missed call from Emma. Last night, after the fight with Minho I got an uber and went straight home, without saying goodbye to anyone. Now I silently curse myself that I didn't. Chan was supposed to take me and Emma home so I decide to go and check if Emma is in her room. I pull myself out of the comfort of my bed and walk across the hall.

"Em?" I gently knock on her door. After a few seconds of silence, I push her door open only to see her bed perfectly made with random pieces of clothing on it and a few shoes thrown around the room which means that she didn't come home last night. I immediately start to panic, Emma isn't the type to sleep around. I dial her number and after 3 rings she picks up.

"What the fuck y/n, you scared the shit out of me. Why did you leave like that? What happened? Where are you?" Her voice is filled with worry.

"I could ask you the same thing. I'm home, where are you?"

"I'm still at the frat house, I slept here last night." She says and I can feel her shyness through the phone.

"Em, who did you fuck?" I giggle.

"Y/N!" She squeals.

"Get your ass over here, we need to talk"

"Do you wanna meet at the cafe near the frat? We need to practice anyway, so we can go straight to the dance studio after."

"Yeah, okay I'll be there in about half an hour. " I say and hang up.

I walk to our shared bathroom and stare at my reflection in the mirror. My makeup from last night is still on, well kinda. I cried so much last night that my eyeliner has spread all over my eyes and down to my cheeks. Last night was too much. It was something that I didn't really want to deal with ever again, seeing him and putting myself in a situation to relive all these bad memories I have with him. I was really grateful for Minho, in a way. I still can't believe that it was him that night. I honestly thought that I would never see that person again. Our conversation that night stayed with me for a long time after. The advice that I was giving him was one that I never seemed to follow, it was a reminder though. I kept the words I said to him in the back of my head to remind me that; I control my life and I can change it any time I want. Which is easier said than done when I find such comfort in the struggles of my life. They become excuses for me to not even try anything better. I shake my head and remove my clothes. I take a quick shower, throw on a pair of jeans and a hoodie, grab my dance bag and make my way out the door. As I walk towards the frat, I decide to call Chan back. I know that he's probably worried just as much as Emma was but honestly, I'm a little nervous to talk to him after everything that happened last night. I don't know if Minho said anything to him or not but either way I can feel my heart racing as I wait for him to pick up.

"You're dead” His voice sends chills down my body, even through the phone.

"Okay let me explain."

"Do you know how worried I was? I can't have a single night of fun without worrying about your ass. What the hell happened?" He sounds genuinely annoyed to the point that it makes me feel bad cause it's true, Chan's always there. He's there for me at every party, taking care of me, taking me home when I'm drunk, and making sure I don't do anything I'll regret the next day. Which is hard.

"I know Chan, I'm sorry" I sigh. "I'll explain everything, are you at the frat?"

"No, I'm at the studio with the guys, why?" I inhale a sharp breath cause I know that being in the studio means that Minho's probably with him.

"I'm going for a coffee with Em, near the frat. She said she stayed over yesterday."

"Yeah" He laughs "She will tell you everything herself, I don't wanna spoil anything"

"How long will you be at the studio?" I nervously ask.

"I don't know. Tell me what happened now."

I take a breath, getting ready to lie to my best friend once again. "I just didn't feel well and everyone was having such a good time that I didn't wanna bother anyone, so I just took an uber home"

"Cut the bullshit Y/n." He brushes my lie off. "Did Minho say anything to you?" At that, I stop walking.

"What? Why would you ask that?"

"He left without saying anything as well and today when I came to the studio, he kept asking me about you" He casually says and my hand that's holding the phone begins to sweat.

"What was he asking you about?" I try to sound unbothered.

"Just random stuff but I found it weird cause I thought that the only interaction you guys had was when you met the guys, which did not go well. Obviously, that's not true so tell me what the fuck happened." He demands again. For a second I consider telling him the truth. That a saw Jackson and everything that happened with Minho afterwards cause Chan is my best friend and I can't really lie to him. We tell each other everything. Well, almost everything. The reality of my relationship with Jackson was something that none knew besides me and him. It's something that I wanna forget, a piece of myself that I don't want anyone to see. I'm ashamed of it. But the more I burn it deep inside me the more it's eating me alive. What was happening for almost a year, took a toll on me. It changed me into a person that I never wanted to be. And now here I am, trying desperately to keep up with the image of myself that my friends and family know and love. Hiding the truth about my childhood and my relationship, and fighting to be the person that I dreamt of becoming. Someone with no trauma, weaknesses, or mental issues. Someone who smiles at every situation and a not a burden to be around. I knew it was a matter of time before all my secrets catch up with me and I know that Minho knowing is only the beginning. I need to take control of the situation. Chan seems clueless about Jackson and that takes a bit of my anxiety away but the fact that Minho was asking about me does not calm down my nerves at all.

"Um, nothing we just bumped into each other when he was looking for the bathroom. He was acting like a complete dick, what's his deal?" I try to push the conversation into Minho.

"He's not a dick. Really." Chan emphasizes the word "He's just.." He trails off searching for the right word.

"A dick." I laugh.

"He's complicated. Don't be quick to judge him."

"Whatever" I roll my eyes. "Listen I really wanna talk to you more but I have to go now, we'll talk later. " I say spotting Emma at our usual table.

"Wait, do you maybe wanna meet tonight? Watch a movie or something?"

"I can't Channie, I have dance practice tonight. Maybe  tomorrow?" I offer. Me and Chan used to spend almost every day together but that has changed in the last few months and I have none to blame but myself.

"Um, yeah sure." He mumbles, disappointed at my answer.

"I have to go now, bye ." I hang up and make my way toward Emma.

I pop to the seat across from her. " Tell me everything"

Apparently, Emma ended up hooking up with Seungmin. The moment the words left her mouth, I borderline screamed. She said that they were talking all night long about themselves, life, and other deep shit, and then after a few hours of just talking he finally made a move. It didn't take them long to take it upstairs and they ended up having sex in Chan's room.

"Oh my god, I can't imagine the look on Chan's face when he opened the door" I cover my mouth with my hand, laughing.

"I felt so embarrassed" Emma shakes her head, blushing at the memory.

"Hold up, where did Chan sleep?"

"With Felix" She shrugs.

"Why didn't you guys go back to his place?" I ask taking a sip of my coffee.

"He lives with Changbin, Jisung, Minho, and a guy called Jeongin, which I already know cause we have some classes together."

"There are 5 guys in one apartment?" I scrunch my nose in disgust.

"It's a 2-floor apartment. Apparently, Seungmin's parents are loaded" She lifts her brows for emphasis. "The guys pay half of the actual rent."

"Damn, you should definitely date him" I giggle.

"Stop" She reached to slap my shoulder over the table, which I easily avoid.

"We've been texting nonstop today." She says, blushing.

"Oh." I wiggle my eyebrows at her.

"And he invited me to a party that they're throwing next weekend" She can't stop smiling and that warms my heart. I haven't seen Emma that excited about a guy in so long.

"I mean, you're definitely going"

"You mean, WE are definitely going" She corrects me.

"I'm not in the mood to be a third wheel, thank you very much" I smile at her.

"No, I'm not talking only about you and me" She shakes her head." All of us are invited"

"All of us you mean-"

"Me, you, Hyunjin, and Felix. We all got along so well. Me and Seungmin are not the only ones that started talking." She smiles.

That's just great. If everyone starts hanging out with each other, avoiding Minho will be impossible. I can't believe that the guy that I've been looking for for the past year is now someone I desperately wanna avoid but I can't risk Minho telling Chan anything. I could try and talk to him I guess but I really don't think that he'll care. I'm hoping that he'll just let it go and stay out of it.

"I'm not really in the mood for another party." I try to turn her down politely.

"Y/n, you're coming." She says in a serious voice "You've been locked away in your room for weeks. You won't talk to anyone, you won't go out. What's happening? I'm concerned" Her eyes are filled with worry.

"I'm just not really well mentally. I'm exhausted and I'm stressed with college." I try to brush it off.

"Y/n, mental health is really important and yours has been up and down since I met you. But this 'down' has lasted too long and it's really making me worry" Her hand softly touches mine.

"I know I just- I will get through it, you don't need to worry" I offer her yet another fake smile for reassurance, like the one I've been offering myself as well.

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Dance is my life. I've been dancing since I was 6 and somehow growing up I knew that, that's what I was meant to do with my life. While I was in high school I was the best dancer in my studio, but when I got into college I came to realize that I'm only as good as a hundred other dancers here. Hyunjin and Felix are 2 of the best dancers in our year and being friends with them has really helped me. We always practice together and they're always there to help me out. I was supposed to practice with Emma all night long some hard combinations for our class on Friday but around 10 Emma left, claiming she was tired. I decided to stay a bit longer. Late-night practices have lately become a part of my everyday routine. It's a way for me to clear my mind and just let go. For those hours that I'm dancing, the voices in my head disappear. I'm alone in the dance room, just me and the music. None to compare myself to and no teacher to correct my every move. It's the only time of the day that I feel peaceful. Today, however, I'm everything but that. I can't seem to get everything that happened out of my mind and I also can't seem to get any of the steps right. Extremely frustrated at this point, I take a step back and start from the top but it's not long until I step a bit too quickly into one of my turns causing me to lose my balance and stumble backward.

"You're not counting" A voice suddenly says from behind me. I look up into the mirror to see Minho resting against the door with his hands crossed. "You're not counting slow enough. You hurry into the turn, that's why you're losing your balance." He continues when I don't say anything.

"What are you doing here?" I reach for my phone to turn the music off and then turn to face him.

He stares at me, almost as if I caught him off guard. "I was on my way home"

"The studio is on the other side of the campus Minho" I mirror his position, crossing my hands. "Are you stalking me or something?"

A laugh escapes him at my accusation, taking a few steps into the room. "Don't flatter yourself darling" He shakes his head, still smiling. I narrow my eyes at the nickname. I take a moment to look at him, finally under normal light. He's taller than I remember and his shoulders are wide. I can only see the outline of his body through his white shirt and grey sweatpants but I can tell that he's definitely someone who works out. I drag my eyes higher, over his chest that rises and falls at a quicker pace than normal like he's out of breath. I look at his face. Full lips, big brown eyes, and dark messy hair that's sticking into his sweaty forehead. His cheeks look like they're on fire and his jaw is tensed. A big, black bag hanging from his shoulder. I take one last look at his appearance before speaking.

"What are you doing at the dance building?" I ask again. "Were you dancing?" He's definitely dressed like a dancer.

He doesn't respond immediately. Instead, he wets his lips with his tongue and tilts his head a bit, his eyes still on me. There's something about his gaze that makes me feel intimidated. We've only seen each other 3 times and in each one of them, I've struggled to hold eye contact. His eyes are calm and completely unreadable but somehow piercing and intense. His eyes are beautiful.

"Are you not going to answer me?" I press after a few seconds of silence.

He smirks."You seem annoyed. Bad day?"

And just like that everything beautiful about him disappears and my frustration grows. His irony is something that I don't really wanna deal with right now, I would rather be alone. "Yes, today has actually been a really shitty day and your presence isn't making it better" My voice is flat.

"Really? Most people find my company quite enjoyable"

"Right, 'cause you seem like such a joy to be around." I sarcastically say.

His eyes light up slightly, at my clear annoyance. " I could say the same thing."

"You don't know me" I spit through my teeth.

"And you know me?" He snaps back without hesitation.

I take a few seconds to breathe. My chest feels heavy and the all-too-familiar knot in my stomach is tighter than ever. I've been feeling like I'm walking around the edges of a cliff for so long now, desperately trying to keep myself from falling. I need to be alone right now. "Minho, please leave, I want to be alone" I run my hands along my face and through my hair.

"It's okay you can dance in front of me, don't be shy, it looks like you could use the extra help anyway." His lips twitch with suppressed amusement.

"The last thing I wanna do is to dance in front of you and give you another reason to make fun of me. And I don't need any extra help, especially from someone that doesn't know shit about dancing." My voice comes out harsher and louder than I intended.

Minho's small smile drops and I notice the slight shift in his eyes. "I wouldn't make fun of you, As a dancer myself, I've known to respect someone else's effort and passion. " He says in a steady voice.

I pause a bit. What? "But you're studying-"

"I've been dancing since I was 4. It has been my passion for as long as I remember" He cuts me off.   "But things change. People change" His eyes soften for only a second as he speaks the last words and then for the first time since he walked into the room his gaze leaves my face and travels the floor and then to the stereo in the corner of the room.

Silence takes over the room and the feeling of guilt grows in me.

"What made you change your mind about dancing?" I question lowly, trying to turn the conversation around and gather any information out of him because for some reason, I'm curious.

His eyes snap to mine as if he wasn't expecting me to press on the matter. "That's not any of your business" He repeats the words I said to him yesterday.

"As you wish" I sigh. "Could you please leave now? I need to practice" I lower the lights a bit and then reach for my phone to restart the music.

"You dance with the lights like that?' He's staring at me. His face is hard, jaw set.

"Mostly, yeah. It makes me feel more comfortable. There're no blinds in this room and people walk by all the time. I feel safer dancing like this"

The loud noise of his bag hitting the ground echoes through the quiet room. I flinch slightly at the sound and lift my eyes from my phone to see him walking towards me. He grabs my phone and presses play to the first song on the playlist that I happened to be scrolling through. He then drops the phone on my bag, turns around, and begins to walk backwards.

His eyes meet mine through the mirror. "Dance for me" His words send chills down my spine. My body doesn't move an inch, his tone and gaze making me freeze.

"I can't. " You confess after a few seconds.

"You're a dancer, and you can't dance?" His lips twitched with amusement once again.

"I'm stuck." My eyes drop to my feet. Minho's words hit me hard, they burn. 'You're a dancer', I smile to myself.

"Dancers get stuck all the time. Listen to the music, let go and dance." Minho's eyes seem softer under the dimmed light of the room and his body stiff as if he's desperately trying to control it, stopping it from moving to the music. I miss that.

"You don't understand" I shake my head. "Everything in my head is stuck, I can't dance" I swallow hard.

He cocks his head. "What do you mean? You're-"

"Yes, I'm a dancer. I am and I'm not. My feet move, they follow the steps, the perform the routines. I keep my legs straight, my toes pointed, arms light and gentle. I try to keep my smile bright and my back straight. I do everything. Yes, I'm a dancer. But I haven't danced in so long. It's like the music doesn't reach my heart anymore, my body moves mechanically and my head is always counting. I don't feel the moves, I can't dance unless it's an already choreographed piece, unless I have to perform, unless I have to be perfect for a class. I don't really see the point in trying anymore. It's not like I'll ever make it professionally." The words pour out of my mouth without my control and I feel like all the suppressed emotions and fears that I've been bottling up and keeping to myself about my future in dance are coming out. My eyes start to burn as I desperately try to control my tears. Every time I meet this man, I somehow end up like that.

"I see people like Hyunjin and Felix, and they're made for this. You can see the passion in their eyes as they dance, even if it's a small piece in class. They put everything they have into it. They dance with their heart. I miss that, so much and I feel like there's nothing I can do to fix it." I'm out of breath by the time I finish talking. And the realization that I just voiced all of this in front of Minho hits me hard. I look up at him, his eyes were clouded and his lips almost frowned. I turn away immediately. The last thing I want is people pitting me, especially him. I quickly grab my stuff and walk past him. He calls my name a few times, but I'm out of the door before he has any time to say anything else.

It's 1.30 am when I open the door of my apartment. All the lights are closed except the light in the hallway that we always leave on. A sigh of relief leaves my lips, knowing Emma is asleep. I left the studio, around 11 pm but I was so emotionally charged that I decided to take a walk instead of going straight home. Listening to music and walking around aimlessly always helps me relax. I think about a million things and nothing at the same time. I think about dance. I think about Jackson. I think about all the people that I call my friends and love more than myself but fill them with lies. So many lies about everything. The person that they call their friend; is that even me? Does anyone actually know me? At that, I probably laughed at loud. I don't even know myself, but that doesn't comfort me. I still feel like the fakest person alive. I think about Minho. I think about how rude he was the first time we met. I think about how he helped me and then how he reacted when he found out I was one of the hundreds of women that have been abused and lied to by a person they loved. Or think they loved. He called me stupid, and maybe he was right. In his eyes right now I probably seem stupid and weak, and after tonight I seem useless as well. I'm fine with it. I'm fine with Minho thinking so low of me, cause frankly, he's not anyone important to me. But the thought of everyone else thinking that way about me makes my stomach turn. Maybe that's the reason I feel so comfortable sharing so much, cause he's a stranger. With him, I don't feel the need to pretend to be someone else or cover up anything. Maybe it's the fact that he already knows or maybe I see it as a clean start considering that he doesn't really know me, either way for some reason I tend to overshare whenever I see him. As soon as I step into the shower, every muscle in my body relaxes instantly, and I stay under the hot water until it turns cold. I slipped into a huge T-shirt that I'd stolen from Chan and climb under the covers. Sleep doesn't come easily to me that night.

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"What's up with you?" Hyunjin sits down next to me as I take off my shoes. I woke up 30 minutes before class and basically ran to the studio. My head was all over the place throughout the whole class and Mrs. Martin corrected me about 5 times. I don't really take corrections and criticism lightly. It's hard being a perfectionist when you're the furthest thing from perfect.

"What do you mean?" I say avoiding his eyes.

"Come on y/n." he laughs "You were off throughout the whole class, where's your head at?"

I throw my shoes in my bag, frustrated. Frustrated with myself, with my dancing skills, and with fucking Minho who's the reason I stayed up last night and didn't wake up in time. "I just didn't sleep last night, and I have a terrible headache" I mumble.

Hyunjin runs a hand through his freshly dyed blond hair and sighs. "You know you can always come to me for help, yeah?" He softly says and I know he means it in more ways than one. I've gotten really close with Hyunjin, even though I know him for only 2 years. Both he and Felix have been amazing friends to both me and Emma and I'm honestly so grateful to have people like them by my side.

"And me" Felix sits down beside me, bumping his shoulder into mine. His bright smile is enough to make my day a little better already.

"Maybe we can meet and practice together one of those days. We haven't done that in a while" Hyunjin offers. He lifts himself off of the ground and adjusts his bag on his shoulder. Me, Hyunjin, and Felix used to meet every week, sometimes twice to rehearse together. I guess you can call me lucky that 2 of my best friends are 2 of the best dancers in our class. I always feel safe dancing with them, it gave me room to get better, without feeling judged.

Felix's eyes spark with excitement. "Oh my god, we haven't done that in so long, I've missed it. I've missed us hanging out together." Sadness takes over his voice as we make our way out of the dance room. My heart tightens at the way he spoke. Felix must be one of my favorite humans ever. I haven't met a purest soul than Felix's. He's incredibly kind and thoughtful, always thinking of others first and always with a smile on his face, trying to help as much as he can whenever he can, no matter what. Chan and Felix have been friends since High School. They're incredibly close and Chan's very protective of him. Well, chan's very protective in general.

"Yes, sure we can do that" I end up saying with a smile on my face. "Just not tonight 'cause I promised chan to hang out."

"It's fine, I have plans tonight anyways." Hyunjin shrugs.

"Oh, what are you doing?" I question casually as we exit our building.

"I'll meet up with Jisoo and then I'll go for lunch with Em and Seungmin." Hyunjin says while scrolling through his phone.

"What?" I say dumbfounded. They're already hanging out altogether?

"Yeah." Hyunjin doesn't seem to notice my reaction, instead, his long fingers type something on his phone incredibly fast before speaking again.

"Anyway, I have to go 'cause I really need to shower and I only have half an hour." He swiftly kisses my forehead. "Bye." he yells as he's basically running to his car.

"He's so fucking smitten with her" Felix laughs.

"Yeah, I can see that" I nod smiling.

"Anyway," Felix focuses his gaze back on me. "If you want we can do something together." He says

I shake my head "No it's fine. I haven't hung out with Chan in a while, plus I really feel like going to the studio. It really calms me down"

Felix's eyes soften "Yeah, I know."

"But don't worry, I'll make some time for you in my super busy schedule sometime this week" I joke and my hand comes up to riffle his hair.

His face breaks into a smile. "I hope so."

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After a quick shower and a change of clothes, I make my way to the other side of the campus where the studio is. Chan will probably be working late tonight but I don't really have a problem keeping him company since I don't have any classes tomorrow. Plus I love spending time at the studio. I walk through the familiar hallways and stop when I reach the studio door. I lift my hand to knock but before I have the chance, the door opens wide.

"Holy shit!" Jisung flinches backwards and I try my best not to laugh in his face. "You scared the shit out of me" He places a hand over his chest.

"I'm sorry Jisung." I giggle, touching his shoulder apologetically, and walk past him, inside the studio. Chan is sitting on the couch, laptop on his legs, and headphones on.

I walk behind the couch and take them off. "Hi."

His head snaps upwards, and his features relax instantly when he sees it's me. "Hey, there best friend." He smiles at me and pulls me by my hand to sit beside him on the couch.

"What are you doing?" I move closer to him, looking at his laptop screen.

"Just working on some sounds, writing some lyrics. You know, the usual." He sighs, focusing back on what he was working on.

"Did you guys record the song you were talking about?"

"Not entirely. We've recorded Seungmin's and Jisung's parts. We've been a bit stuck on the lyrics actually." He grabs his notebook from the coffee table beside him and passes it to me. " I was hoping you could help a bit. This is what we've got so far."

I take the notebook in my hands and silently read the lyrics. Chan has a way with words like none else I've ever seen. Every time I read something he has written or he plays me songs he's working on, I'm reminded of just how talented he is.

"Chan, that's really good." I honestly say.

A hint of color appears on his cheeks. "Yeah?" He tries to hide his smile.

"Like you don't know that everything you write is fucking amazing" I push at his shoulder.

His smile grows. "That's not true"

He starts playing me all the recorded parts and I have to say, all of the guys are really good, their voices blend so well together. We spent the next 2 hours working on some of the lyrics, playing around with the music, and recording some of Jisung's and Chan's parts. Currently, Chan has gone to the bathroom and I'm on the couch with Jisung. We were supposed to continue working on the lyrics but we started talking and now I'm laughing harder than I've laughed in weeks at stories he's telling me about living with the guys.

"Oh my god, stop, my stomach hurts from laughing" I manage to say through my laughter.

"I swear, he ran around the block in his underwear, it was priceless." He shakes his head at the memory.

"You guys seem so fun."

"You should definitely come on Saturday, so you can see just how fun we are when we're drunk." He smiles. What I've noticed in the short time I've known Jisung, is that he's such a bright person. He's really easy to talk to and tries his best to make you feel comfortable. Bright eyes, and a bright smile, I enjoy being around him. He has a lot of similar qualities to Felix, they would get along well.

"I don't know," I rest my head on the back of the couch trying to catch my breath. My jaw honestly hurts from laughing. "I'm usually a really outgoing person but my social anxiety has been pretty bad lately."

"I get it," He shrugs smiling "I'm also really struggling with anxiety. Have been for years now."

"Really?" He seems so open and sociable that I would've never imagined that he's struggling with something like that.

He shakes his head, laughing. "I'm really shy and I get anxiety over every little thing." He honestly says. "I'm thankful to have people around me that you know, push me out of my comfort zone and help me get over it." My mind trails back to the conversation I had with chan the other day when he told me that Jisung and Minho are really close, and suddenly I'm curious about their relationship but I suppress it. I don't wanna seem noisy.

"Okay, I'll come," I say after a few seconds. "But I'm just letting you know that I'm going to be glued to your side the whole night." I point my finger at him.

A huge smile takes over his face making his eyes disappear. "No problem kid" He ruffles my hair.

"What are you doing here?" Minho's voice interrupts our moment. He's standing by the door, phone in his hand, dressed in black jeans and a simple white shirt that's a bit big on him. His face filled with confusion. I froze a bit not really expecting to see him here and after what happened the last time I saw him I can't stop the embarrassment that rushes through me. I didn't really think about the possibility of him showing up here, but of course, I'm at the studio where he and his friends are working on their music. Stupid.

"She's helping us with the song," Jisung speaks up and I'm grateful for it. "Chan called her."

Minho focuses back on his phone and walks to sit on the chair, facing us. He doesn't seem to share the same uncomfortable feeling I feel towards him but then again he didn't really do anything. I was the one that whined about my problems out of the blue, to a person that I hardly know and hardly cares. But still, the way his face holds the most unbothered expression that I've ever seen bothers me for some reason.

'Why does she knows about music?" He snorts.

"Do you always have to be so rude?" I glare at him.

"It's part of my charm" He smiles, only for a second, and then his face drops again.

I narrow my eyes at him "Oh please-"

"Okay, let's get back into it" Chan enters the room, interrupting me. His eyes fall on Minho, whose eyes are still on me. His face is a mixture of amusement and annoyance if that's even possible and I stare back at him, not breaking eye contact.

"Minho, " Chan pauses. "I thought you weren't coming today. "He sits back on the couch beside me.

"I didn't have anything better to do," Minho shrugs. "and Jisung told me you working on the song." He puts his phone in his pocket and leans forward.

Chan throws the notebook on the table. "This is what we have so far."

Minho grabs it and his eyes scan the page. "Okay," He simply says. "So we're basically done"

"Kinda," Chan scratches the back of his neck. "Thanks to y/n."

"You should come by more often, we could use the help" Jisung pats the back of my head. I feel like a little kid getting praised by his parents for doing the bare minimum.

"Whatever," Minho throws the notebook back on the table. "We were doing just fine. You, Chan, and Changbin are really good with lyrics." He crosses his hands.

"She's good," Chan glances at Minho. "And we could always use some extra help." He says in a steady voice. He seems to notice the clear dislike Minho has for me, not that Minho's trying to hide it in any way. It bothers me, I have to admit. I think that I've been nothing but nice to him since the night I met him a year ago, he on the other hand has been a jerk.

My phone interrupts whatever Minho was going to say. I stare at Hynjin's name with confusion. Why is he calling me? He's supposed to be on a date.

"Hello?" I answer.

"Hi, am I interrupting?" His tone is rushed.

Minho is looking back at his phone and Chan turns to talk to Jisung. "Um, no what's up?"

"You won't believe who I just saw"

"Who?"

"I was leaving Jisoo's dorm and I run into that piece of shit you were dating"  My grip on my phone tightens and my eyes widen.

"Jackson? What?" I say shocked. Chan's and Minho's eyes are on me. "Hold on" I mutter to Hyunjin.

"Excuse me" I get up and walk towards the door, ignoring Chan as he calls my name. I walk down the hall and once I'm far enough, I speak again.

"What happened?" I ask, trying not to sound as nervous as I am.

"Well," Hyunjin sighs "We bumped into each other in the halls." He pauses.

"And?" I say, impatiently.

"He asked me how are you doing," I release a breath at that, but Hyunjin continues. "And he also asked me if you're seeing anyone." His tone slightly changes, dropping lower.

"And what did you say?" I nervously play with the end of my shirt.

"I told him that as far as I know, you're not but either way it's none of his business" I giggle at his response. I can almost picture Hyunjin's face, saying that.

"And then he asked me who was the guy that interrupted you when you were talking and picked a fight with him." He clears his throat.

I swallow hard.

"I told him that who you're seeing is not his problem anymore and I left. But as I was walking back I kept trying to remember if you were with anyone that night, 'cause If you had hooked up with anyone, you would've told me." He pauses." First of all, what the fuck? Why were you talking to him? If you're even thinking about forgiving him, I'm done with you." He suddenly raises his voice. Even when me and Jackson were together, Hyunjin never really liked him. After we broke up, I told everyone that he cheated on me instead of the actual story.

"No, it's not-"

"And second, what the hell was he talking about? What guy?" He cuts me off. He sounds annoyed, to say the least.

"Okay, it's not what you think." I try to calm him down. "I was just getting a drink and he somehow appeared in the kitchen. He kept trying to talk to me and I kept telling him that I don't wanna hear shit but he wasn't giving up. At some point, he was almost yelling at me, and then Minho, one of Chan's friends walked in." I clarify.

"Oh, so that's the guy he was talking about?" Hyunjin says, sounding almost relieved.

"Yes. Anyway, basically Minho told him to leave me alone and Jackson was not having it. Long story short, Minho pushed him and we left the kitchen." I explain.

"Bro, that's crazy" Hynjin chuckles." I would really wanna see that."

"You were fucking Jisoo at the moment."

He just laughs at my comment. "So you and Minho?" He teases.

"No, nothing's up with me and Minho." I immediately say, rolling my eyes even though he can't see me.

"What about me?" Minho suddenly appears from down the hall and I almost drop my phone. His hands are in his sweats, a bored-looking expression all over his face as he walks toward me. I glance at him not knowing what to say and hold up a hand in front of his face, silently telling him to wait.

"Yeah sure." Hyunjin says, his voice dripping with irony.

"Really Hyunjin, nothing's up. I have to go now, have fun with Emma and Seungmin." I rashly say.

"Okay wow, rude. Fine but we'll talk about this another time." He says.

"Yeah yeah okay, bye now." I giggle and hang up. I turn to look at Minho, whose back is against the wall, his hands crossed in front of him and his face blank, simply staring at me. He's one of the people that I can never tell what they're thinking cause his face holds the same expression almost all the time. His eyes move around my face. From one eye to the other, down my lips, and back to my eyes again. He stares way too much.

"What do you want?." I speak up, feeling uncomfortable under his intense gaze.

He smiles to himself, noticing. "Were you talking about me?"

"Don't flatter yourself, darling." I smile back at him innocently, using his line. His eyes drop to the ground, and the smile on his lips grows. "I was just explaining to Hyunjin what happened."

"So you were talking to Hyunjin about what happened with your abusive ex?" He grins at me.

My eyes widen at the tone of his voice and I look around to see if anyone heard him. "Keep your voice down. " I say through my teeth, stepping closer to him.

His hands come up to his mouth. "Shit sorry, I forgot none needs to know." The amusement mixed with irony that's written all over his face makes me want to punch him right in that perfectly straight nose of his.

Instead, I narrow my eyes at him. "I told you to forget what you saw.'"

Both of his eyebrows lift up for a second. "Well yeah, but you see, your situation is really interesting to me." He uncrosses one of his hands and brings one to his chin.

"I don't care what you're interested in Minho."

"You're so defensive." He shakes his head, that stupid smile never leaving his face.

"And you are so annoying." I snap back.

"You know most women that are in situations similar to yours try to defend their partner, it's a common symptom". He shrugs.

My hands turn into fists as I try to remain calm. "I'm going to hit you." I lower my voice, glaring at him.

"No really, tell me something" He pushes himself off the wall " Why haven't you said anything to anyone?" His face changes a bit, and the smile that was on his lips slowly starts fading. "Does he have anything on you or something?"

"Minho," I sigh "I just don't want to, drop it, you're pissing me off."

He looks to the left and takes a deep breath. I can see his jaw tightening as he shakes his head and then turns to look back at me. His eyes, suddenly harder than before.

"Stop being so weak, just tell me." He spits.

His words trigger me so much that I forget about Chan and Jisung, only a door down the hall and I raise my voice. "Excuse me?"

He releases a breath through his nose and shakes his head once again, probably regretting what he just said. " Forget it" He mutters and pushes my shoulder as he walks away.

I don't move, trying to control my anger and keep myself from dragging his ass back here and asking him what's his fucking problem. I don't care if he's bored or simply just wants to fuck with someone but my personal life is none of his goddamn business. He knows nothing about me or the situation and the fact that he judges me so easily makes me wanna smack him and cry at the same time. I shouldn't care, I shouldn't, he's none to me. What makes my eyes water though is the fact that his reaction is the same that everyone would probably have if they knew.

Weak. Stupid. Pitiful.

I remained in the hallway for a few minutes to cool down a bit before returning to the studio, Thankfully Minho was not there when I got back. I couldn't stay any longer. I quickly made an excuse, that I have to study and Chan offered to drive me home, leaving Jisung to work on editing some of the pieces that they recorded.

"Thanks for the help," Chan says as he pulls up to my apartment. "Jisung loved you" His smile is soft.

"I liked him too, he reminds me of Felix" I giggle.

"Um, yeah in a way I guess" I scratch the back of his neck.

'You're really close with them huh?"

"Yeah," He nods "They get me you know? Don't get me wrong I love our friend group, but having people that have the same dreams as me is really encouraging. We connected through our love for music."

"I can tell," I shrug, knowingly. "Even by the little I've seen you guys together, I can tell how close you have gotten."

"We're all close, obviously some more than others but we're definitely a team."

"Who are you referring to?" I ask.

"Um, you know how we're all close but Felix and I are a bit close? Or me and you? Or Hynjin and Emma?"

"Yeah." I laugh.

"Well, Jisung and Minho are like me and Felix" He smiles.

"None is like you and Felix." I smile back. Chan and Felix have a connection like no other, it's truly amazing.

"True." He grins. "But they are kinda like that too. Minho has been through some stuff and Jisung was there for him."

I hate the interest that sparks inside me at his words, but I can't help as the thought of the first time I saw him brushes through my mind. I never learned his story and why he said everything he said that night.

"What happened?" I decide to ask. He stayed a mystery for a year, maybe I can finally get an answer, but Chan shakes his head.

"That's not my story to tell. You should ask him yourself if you're interested. But I'm warning you, it's hard to get him to open up about anything."

"Open up?" I scoff. "I can't even say a word to him without him picking a fight."

"He can come off a bit cold at first." Chan struggles to find the right words.

"Rude is the right word, Chan." I correct him.

Chan sighs. "Do you want me to talk to him or something?"

"Oh no," I panic a bit. "It's fine"

"Okay." He pats my head.

"I have to go, thanks for driving me. " I grab my things and get out of his car.

"Goodnight princess" He waves at me, driving off.

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Steddie (stranger things) omo shipping meme

This is a kink thing, folks, discussion ppl desperate to pee.

dldr

I love running through this series of questions when I’m all fired up on a “new” ship. I’m a multi shipper here as well, but I’ll start with these two yahoos, Steve and Eddie (some qs I approach as if Steddie are a couple in the future and living together, and some  I stick more closely to canon for)

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Who gets desperate because they didn’t want to get up from a video game/work/other activity

This is definitely more likely to be an Eddie move– hyperfocus can be a bitch, man. I can see him reading or especially working on a campaign or music and just putting it off or even not noticing until someone else, maybe Steve, sitting across the room, like, notices the quality of the bounce has changed and totally clocks it as Eddie-has-to-pee instead of the normal Eddie-finding-the-right-stimulation-threshold. Maybe Steve would pop over with a drink, or maybe he made himself a sandwich and did one for Eddie as well, so he intentionally interrupt Eddie’s focus which, like, normally he wouldn’t… but in a case like this he’d do it intentionally, “Hey babe, I made some for me, you want some too?” and Eddie jolts out of it, comes back to the world, accepts whatever Steve was giving him, and then Oh-So-Casually scoots rapidly towards the bathroom.

Can also see, like, Eddie hyperfocusing on a day when he’s home and Steve’s at work, only for Steve to come home and interrupt and Eddie to realize he’s Absolutely Desperate.

In neither case do I see him actually really wetting himself, not unless they play these games. 

Now Steve… I can definitely see Steve specifically having had close calls or incidents related to sports? Like, many an athlete has many a time pissed themselves, or peed right off the field etc because they are SO well hydrated and sometimes it just is like that. 

But then again, that’s “can’t” stop the activity more than it is “don’t want to”

Who insists they can hold it even when they can’t

Either. I can see Eddie more often being the one, like, not in tune with what his body is up to and getting into a tight spot and then doubling-down bluffing about it… but i can see either one of them getting, like, competitive about it, not willing to be the one who admits he’s gotta pee first… or imbibing substances that mess with his control… i especially can see Drunk!Former-Frat-type Steve forgetting that he broke the seal and not remembering he’s not gonna be able to hold it, etc, but trying to bluff his way through anyway

By the same token, can see high!eddie having nooooooo idea how bad hes gotta pee, really.

Who pees in a bottle because they didn’t want to leave their warm bed at night

Oh absolutely either one. 

Steve maybe doesn’t do it as much, was less in the habit when he lived in his parent’s pristine house, or when the likelihood of having a girl over was high, wouldn’t want to miss something like that and have a potential partner find it…

And def after they are together, if one catches the other at it, he’s gonna give him good-natured shit about it, but yeah. No big deal.

Who doesn’t pay attention to their fluid intake

Steve, maybe, if he’s drinking alcohol (otherwise, he’s more likely to just Always Be well hydrated, less “not paying attention” and more “always shooting for hydrated, even if that means peeing a lot more”)… but Eddie probs more normally, vacillating wildly between over and under hydrated. 

Who has the larger bladder

I can see arguments for either, steve has to pee a lot, but that’s cuz he’s usually well hydrated. Can see that either resulting in him Not holding as much, cuz always peeing, or holding plenty, just, there’s always plenty to hold…

And I can see Eddie with a monster bladder cuz he’s always putting it off, and therefore always holding… or the opposite, especially if he’s bad about, like, drinking water, and it usually drinking, like, coffee or other things that are stimulants/diuretics/bladder irritants.

Who is more likely to have a shy bladder

I think it could be fun to write either one that way… but of the two, probs more likely Eddie. He’s a more baseline-anxious type to begin with… and I think athletics to the degree Steve has participated are very likely to cure anyone of that– when you gotta, then you gotta, and you gotta take every opportunity, even when you’re packed in with a bunch of other athletes and there’s maybe not much privacy

Who will only use an appropriate facility

I don’t think either would care, really. Steve has definitely pissed in some “convenient” places during/after games, or in folks’ backyards during parties, but also i bet Eddie has pissed in the woods in particular many a time.

If we gave either one a shy bladder, that could be a component, but i don’t think it much is if we’re trying to be canon compliant.

More likely to have a holding kink

I want to say eddie, who i think is more likely to be kinkier in general/aware of his kinks. 

But steve, between the athletics, the drinking at parties, the general competitiveness, and the fact that he definitely definitely has had a great deal MORE sex than eddie– it’s entirely possible, that if he had one he would also have figured it out.

Who challenges the other to a holding contest

Either. They’re competitive. Actually, maybe it’s a comment/dare/etx from Robin or one of the kids.

How would each react to having and accident

Lol depends on how sober they are and or if there are extenuating Upside down shenanigans.

I can see eddie being embarrassed/humiliated maybe? If it was, like, sober in company or while he was trying to be cool or smth. Like maybe if it was Steve catching him coming out of a hyperfocus sesh and he doesn’t make it, maybe then he’d be embarrassed, especially if they were dating and hadn’t been that long. 

But if he’s in an altered state and/or really after all the shit they’ve been through, idk that he would care that much.

Similar for steve, like, if it were to happen somehow like on a date or smth, some situ where he was trying to be Cool Steve, maybe he’d b embarrassed about it. Maybe if it happened during sex, where he prides himself on always giving a Good Time… maybe then he’d be bothered… but otherwise, nah. Again, intense athletics + altered states + the upside freaking down, who gives a shit.

How would each react to the other being desperate/having an accident

I mean, with horniness in anything I write. But otherwise…

So if Eddie’s in the pickle, genuine stressed about whether he’s gonna make it/or in the aftermath, Steve’s gonna be good about it (in the later seasons, might have been a real Ass earlier). He’s gonna do his best to get Eddie wherever he’s got to go, or find him a bottle, or encourage him to piss on a tree or whatever, the fuck does anyone care about it. Clothes wash. 

He might tease some, definitely if this is pre-established kinky game stuff for them, but he’s gonna do his best to make Eddie not feel bad/keep other folks from knowing, etc.

In the reverse situ, Eddie would definitely come out of the gate making fun, but he’d shift Very quickly into being genuinely helpful/trying to make Steve laugh about it (even if laughing isn’t exactly ideal, lol)

Who is more likely to wet because of anxiety/fear

Probs eddie. If steve was prone to that, it would have come up almost certainly when Robin mentioned it in the bathroom at Starcourt.

Plus eddie just reads as a nervier dude in general. Dunno how likely, but he’d def be more likely

Who is more likely to wet deliberately

Either if part of some kinky game, steve if during a fight or smth when he knows there’s no point devoting any more brainspace to it (like sometimes in athletics), Steve maybe also more generally (probs again in context of drinking etc) more when they are living at home, partly because he’s not gonna worry so much about ruining his clothes/shoes? Like, not that eddie wears real fancy stuff, but sometimes maybe he does, and especially steve has an empty house with built-in washer dryer and eddie Shares a small space with his uncle and likely does laundry elsewhere.

[aldbooks]

A fun one shot inspired by this hilarious TikTok that immediately made me think of the frat pack - this is exactly how I picture Ruhn recounting this story to his friends after it happened

AO3 1842 words

Ruhn had no idea how long he’d been sitting on this couch. Long enough, at least, for the daylight to have faded into night. All he knew was that whatever he had smoked was far stronger than his usual blend and he was quite sure he hadn’t so much as blinked for several hours judging by how dry his eyes felt.

It took a phenomenal effort to force his lids to close and open enough times for them to stop feeling like sandpaper. Unfortunately, it did nothing for the cotton in his mouth. Finally managing to swallow, he also became aware of how hungry he was. When had he last eaten?

The fact that he was becoming aware of his surroundings and general state of being was indication that the high was finally starting to ebb, and yet, he didn’t think he’d be able to properly move his body for a while yet. What to do?...

He was currently home alone as Dec was spending the day with his boyfriend and heaven only knew where Flynn had disappeared to. Probably off chasing the dragon. Lidia was still out of town so, with nothing else to do, Ruhn had pulled out the mirthroot he’d picked up a few days ago that his dealer had called ‘Devil’s Night’, put some trash TV on and lit up.

Bryce. He remembered then that his sister had told him that morning she and Athalar would be coming by for movie night. Which, now that it was dark, had to be soon. He’d ask her to pick something up on her way… if he could find his phone.

He ended up staring blankly at the TV for another ten minutes before remembering his phone was on the coffee table in front of him. The thought of leaning forward to grab it, however, and then hold it to his ear, made a pitiful whimper escape his lips before his girlfriend’s mocking voice echoed in his mind. “Are you, or are you not a mindspeaker?”

“Oh,” Ruhn said, chuckling to himself. “Right.”

Closing his eyes, he made himself focus, reaching out mentally for that starlit bridge that connected him to his sister. “Bryce? Bryyyyyyyyce.”

“Good gods, you're annoying. Why the hell aren’t you using your phone? You scared the shit out of me. I didn’t know your range was that wide.”

For some reason, Ruhn found this hilarious and began snickering.

“Ruhn.” Bryce’s sharp voice made his entire body jolt. He’d forgotten he was talking to her. Fucking Hel, he was throwing out that mirthroot as soon as he could move again. Shit was dangerous.

“Right, sorry. When are you coming over? Can you bring food? Pizza- no, tacos. Oooh, or maybe those spicy noodles, from that one place?”

“... are you high?”

Ruhn snorted. “What do you think?”

His sister’s sigh was a physical thing. “Fine. We’ll be there in about an hour. You good till then?”

“Yep.”

“Cool.”

“Cool.”

That taken care of, Ruhn opened his eyes again, breaking the connection and refocused on the TV. The Fangs and Bangs reruns he’d been watching earlier were apparently finished for the day and had been replaced by one of those hyper-realistic horror films about a haunted house, and while Ruhn was not particularly a fan of horror, he was too high to change the channel so left it on.

Which turned out to be a terrible decision.

It didn’t take long before he was sucked into the story, his anxiety and paranoia rising with every creak and groan the old house he was currently sitting in made. On screen, the female lead was creeping through the house, phone pressed to her ear as she talked to her girlfriend who was attempting to get help while she tried to hide from the demon terrorizing her house. The temperature in the house dropped suddenly, her breath fogging in front of her face and goosebumps rising on her arms….

Ruhn, who had managed to gain enough control of his body to move his arms was currently gripping the couch tightly, his shadows hovering closely over his shoulders as though they too were watching and were just as anxious as he was.

“I’m so scared,” the girl whispered into the phone-

Whoomp. A pulse of magic swept through the city, disrupting the power and plunging the house, and likely the entire street into darkness.

Ruhn’s paranoia skyrocketed, a cold sweat breaking out across the back of his neck as his eyes darted around the pitch dark room. Even with his fae sight, it was dark which meant there was no moon tonight as very little light filtered in through the windows. His breathing became erratic when he heard a thump upstairs, his gaze flying to the ceiling. The floors creaked, the sound moving slowly across the second story until he caught a soft scuffing on the stairs… moving downward.

Relax man. You’re just high. No one else is home, it’s just you. That stupid movie’s got you keyed up, you’re imagining things. Just sit tight, Bryce will be here soon-

His thoughts came to an abrupt halt as a large, dark figure came into view, rounding the corner from the staircase. The figure seemed to notice him in the same instant, freezing in the archway.

Absolute silence reigned for a few heartbeats, Ruhn not even daring to breathe in case he somehow made this insane hallucination real. His first and only thought was that the creature standing before him was the demon from the movie. His mind barely had time to register this madness before-

“Who’s there?” called a gruff voice from where the shadow stood.

Later, Ruhn couldn’t explain the sound that came out of his mouth in that moment. It was loud and inhuman, definitely very non-fae. It was so unexpected it scared both himself and the figure in the door, who stumbled back with a startled roar, feet pounding back up the stairs as Ruhn’s body suddenly regained function and he launched to his feet.

Unfortunately, he underestimated just how close to the coffee table he was sitting, his shins banging into it hard, sending it skittering a few feet in front of him as he tumbled over it, banging up more of his body when he collided with the floor, screaming the whole time.

Get the fuck out of this house! His senses yelled at him as he scrambled onto his elbows and began crawling rapidly towards the door, his legs, incapable of moving once more, flailed wildly behind him as he made it into the hall.

Several things happened at once. There was a crash above stairs, followed by a loud curse and several rapid thumps moving back down the stairs, the massive figure landing a couple feet from Ruhn’s face with a pained groan- just as the door was kicked open, a large winged figured outlined in the frame.

Ruhn screamed. The figure on the floor beside him screamed. Two more screams came from the doorway, one deep and masculine, the other lighter and feminine. The room suddenly flooded with brilliant light, blinding Ruhn as they continued to scream at each other until the light was suddenly muffled to a more reasonable level.

“Stars, Quinlan. Control your shit,” growled a familiar voice. Ruhn’s entire body slumped in relief even as his eyes struggled to adjust to the sudden changes in light.

Lidia was here. Home early. Thank gods. “Hey babe,” Ruhn panted, rolling onto his back and blinking up at his girlfriend who stood with one hand over Bryce’s chest, smothering the starlight that had erupted from her when she started screaming. Behind her, Athalar had his arm wrapped tightly around her waist, lightning crackling around his free hand.

Lidia scowled down at him. “Ruhn, why the fuck are you screaming on the floor?”

“There’s a demon upstairs,” he replied automatically, suddenly realizing how utterly ridiculous that sounded.

The demon in question groaned beside him, pushing itself into a seated position. “What the fuck are you talking about, man?”

Ruhn glanced over at the wolf pup in mild surprise. “Ithan? What are you doing here?”

Ithan looked at him like he’d lost his mind. “I live here.”

“Oh, right… I forgot.”

Shaking his head in disgust, Ithan climbed to his feet and limped towards the living room. “Asshole,” he grumbled as he passed.

“Why is everyone standing in the doorway?” came Dec’s voice from somewhere behind them all.

Lidia gave an exasperated sigh, hands planting on her generous hips. “Get up.”

Ruhn winced, the pain from his tumble over the coffee table making itself known. “I’m not sure I can.”

“Why not?”

“Because he’s high,” Bryce said, stepping over him to join Ithan. Athalar chuckled, following behind her, his arms now full of the boxes of pizza Bryce has been holding.

Tilting his head back towards the doorway, Dec moved into Ruhn’s vision, granted he appeared upside down, Flynn suddenly appearing beside him. “Dude,” he asked, his face scrunching in confusion as he pushed past Dec into the house. “What the fuck?”

A moment later, Ruhn was alone, Lidia still staring glaring down at him. He looked up at her, putting on his most pitiful expression. “Help.”

Rolling her eyes, she bent down to haul him to his feet. “Idiot,” she mumbled, wrapping an arm around his waist and throwing his arm over her shoulder. Her tone was equal parts annoyance and amusement as she kicked the now broken door shut and dragged him into the living room with the others.

—

“I swear, my soul left my body- Didn’t even close the door behind it,” Ruhn said later as they sat around the living room, drinks and pizza in hand. Flynn had laughed himself hoarse at Ruhn’s description of the events that had led to them finding him sprawled on the floor in the foyer.

Bryce and Athalar wore matching grins while Ithan scowled down at his beer bottle, not finding the story nearly as amusing as the rest of them. Probably because it had resulted in a minor heart attack and a nasty trip down the stairs for him.

“How much did you smoke?” Dec asked in wonder.

Ruhn shrugged. “The usual amount. Which was clearly a mistake. I don’t know why I let Nate talk me into buying that shit. Nothing called ‘Devil’s Night’ could possibly lead to a good time.”

“What’d you do with the rest of it?”

He waved towards the living room. “I dunno, it's in there somewhere. Probably fell off the coffee table when I ran into it.”

Dec left the table momentarily, returning with the half smoked joint and handed it to Lidia who shook her head.

“Are you kidding? If I burn that, we’ll all be high off our asses. Throw it out.”

“Oh, come on,” Flynn chortled. “I want to see the demon too. Many the pup will loosen up a little Devil’s magic.”

The room erupted in laughter while Ithan glared at them all. “I hate you guys.”

[hotsexydorks]

😈 Generic Plot Ideas 😈

Generic | Incest | Cheating/Cuck | Hypno  

He called it community service. They called him Glory Hole Whore.

“Shit! Sorry Coach! I didn’t think anyone was here..” “Don’t worry about that, why don’t you come join me, nothing about a shower between men.”

“Think he’ll notice?”  ���Bro that slut? He’s been eyeing up your bulge since you walked in the door.”

“What did I say? If I find you near my daughter one more time. I'd show you what happens when real men are in charge.” 

“So still want to complain about me and my guys moving into your apartment complex? Me and my boys can leave and find somewhere else to live …. no? That’s what I thought.” 

“This one's good boys, come on in!! Hope you guys like parties, cause you’re about to be the center of one.”

Turns out you didn’t need to do anything to turn your arrogant boss into cock hungry slut. He already was one, all you needed to do was drop your pants. The boss had a reputation for ‘guiding’ the young new interns.

“You’d do anything for that promotion eh?” 

“Don’t worry, I’ll use a condom…not.”

“Told ya I used a condom… never said it had to stay on.”  

“You don’t need to be ashamed here son, the team locker room should be a place you can be to feel free. Now why don’t you drop that towel.”

Your pledge night task tonight determines if you’re sorted into either the cock hungry frat or join the Alpha stud brotherhood.

“What do you say, partner? Want to make this stakeout a little more lively?”

Doctor Smith was great for house visits, he always had the best remedy for your morning afflictions

Coach always loves when he gets progression pics from his athletes. This wasn’t any exception

“ALRIGHT MEN! Listen up. We’ve got new management. As you know the company has been bought by a larger global conglomerate, and with this will come some changes. First! Uniforms. Please look at Brent over here as our example. Secondly, following the new uniform policies all employees will be sorted into new jobs and assignments.”

When your neighbours asked if you could look after their sick son for the day you were happy to oblige. You knew just what the patient.slut needed.

“Come now Mr.Carson. Your rich parents are paying for you to raise your grades from these extra lessons. The least you could do is read some of the book while you’re down there.”

“Hey dude, could you help me? Think anyone will notice I’m freeballin today?”

You were so glad when your mother suggested that the family hire a pool boy for the summer, she just didn’t know how much fun the pool would bring you.

Those clothes, that mirror, the phone, that school bag. Looks like mister popular quarterback had a few secrets of his own. What would he think once he knew that he has been lusting after his teacher’s tasty cock for the last week. Only one way to find out, Friday night’s game couldn’t come quick enough.

“So I heard that you gay guys make the best cock suckers. Since we’re going to be roommates this year why don’t we start off things right and see if that myth is true or not.”

“This is how you nail a job interview”

“I told you before, boy, if you fail at that competition, there will be consequences. And don’t think you’ll be finished once Principal Martin is done. The entirety of the staff and school board are next.”

“Where do you think you’re going slut, you don’t get to hide. I want you looking into these cameras, we’re going to make sure you really make an impression with those scholarship reviewers.”

“Remember, you might be the straight married conservative senator now but, you’ll always be that little cop cock slut.”

“Working from home is great, all your own food, your own music and your very own cock sucker during meetings.” 

“Step one - tell your straight guy friends that gay guys do it better.   Step two - work them up until their so horny they’re dumb and curious Step three - Reap all the hard cocks.”

“Time to get dressed for work as the office sissy. Fitted shirt, nice tie and my tiny thong. Check.”

“Hey Fag, my food’s here, you know what that means! Time for you to enjoy your meal of my cock. On your knees while I eat bitch.”

Coach started giving us these specialised protein blends for our workouts. Now my ass is too big for my pants.

“You want to be on the team fag? We’ve got the perfect position for you, now open up. You’re going to be our new ball boy.”

[canceramorem]

The letter, or statement , or story, or whatever you want to call it is absolutely fucking horrible. I was raised in a way that I cannot tolerate men who rape, molest, or even look at a woman in a peverse way. It's just not in my DNA. Not only is it morally wrong, it's just something that I personally would never do. People that rape other people have a special place in hell. Marie had told me early on in our relationship that she had been raped in college. She told me she was gang raped. She told me she was at a fraternity house and there was a keg of beer. She apparently woke up to a guy trying to put it in her " butt" (she always says 'butt' instead of ass or anal when it comes to anal sex"), she woke up and saw a bunch of condom wrappers and she claims that some guys gang raped her. She told me she got dressed and called her sorority sister from the frat house phone and it was over a river or bridge- something to do with water- anyhow, she left home walking (didn't even ask for a ride from anyone-weird), and that was all she told me of her " rape" experience. She did however say that one of her rapists had a daughter now, which leads me to believe that she is friends with him, oh wait, she is. That's right, she even showed me his picture on Facebook. SHES FUCKING FRIENDS WITH THE GUY ON FACEBOOK!!! Why she never called the authorities and did something is beyond me. I mean godamn, how many other rapes could she prevented if she had reported this? Thats very fucked up on her part. She did mention on many occasions some other sexual experiences that had happened to her too. I didn't pay them too much mind because she would always mumble under her breath some really sick shit involving her relatives and other older people doing things to her ( maybe that's why she is such a whore nowadays - who knows) All I know is I have NEVER EVER EVER in my life so much as molested , touched , or looked at a girl in a bad perverse and unnatural way!

When I first read the letter that was to be used against me in a criminal proceeding I laughed. I knew none of the stuff was true in it. I mean come on , RAPE!?!? The opening statement was pretty fucking hilarious I thought as well. I met her on a "camping trip" ?! That's the farthest thing from the truth ,that I could possibly think. I mean, there I was in my tent eating lucky charms that fateful October day two years prior to this time, when Gary brought this homeless, drug addicted , and very attractive woman to me. She was definitely not "camping" , or on some camping trip, if she was , then with who? Yes, I did become instantly "enamored" with her (that's where I came up with it in my story). I did , do, and always will, love this fucking crazy woman name Marie Clara Camp. Unfortunately, I was in jail and didn't have any humanly possible way to prove this , except Marie herself telling them the truth. As far as the prosecutor and everyone else knew, I really did stalk her and come all the way to Northern New York to drug her and have sex with her tampon infected pussy! Because remember, the reason I got so upset to begin with is because she wouldn't go to the hospital and get the fucking thing taken out.This was a very low point in my life, being accused of something like that is a life-changing experience.

At this point, I was ready for trial, this bitch was not going to put me away for assault so I can go to prison labeled as a RAPE-O! (Do you know what they do to rapists in prison?) I didn't think she was that heartless of a person, to actually not tell them otherwise, boy was I mistaken. Not only did she go to a grand jury indictment and testify against me, but she said absolutely nothing to say I never raped her. For me to not deny the false story they wrote would be the same as admitting to it. NOT HAPPENING CAPTAIN! It was at this point when I had my new attorney Richard V. Manning, file a counter motion/affidavit denying all of the bullshit allegations that were made against me, which meant it was going to be fucking world war 3 with these fucking people. Meanwhile, while I was fighting for my freedom, little miss perfect , Marie Clara Camp was living the good life in her new apartment, having parties with dudes, and going to bars. She got caught with about 700$ worth of shit. She told me afterwards that it was a dude she met in the medicaid cab. He invited her over to trick with him. well apparently he got sick of her and threw her out- GO FIGURE. It was at this point when I started to not give a fuck, I was hungry though, and the jail was offering some cool programs for inmates. One of them was "Game Nights". As I found out, this was actually worth coming to jail for! Let the game nights begin! ( and FUCK YOU MARIE! )

[bananami]

LEAVE YOUR BOYFRIEND

character/s: eren jaeger x afab!reader

SYNOPSIS: eren isn’t very happy to sit back and watch his best friend, who he is very much in love with, date another man. everyone has there breaking point, you were his. (4.2k)

WARNINGS: 18+/mdni, cheating (not on reader or eren), slight angst, praise kink, fingering, penetrative sex, no condom (remember to wrap it up y’all), heavy cursing, a little bit of soft eren mixed with simp eren, some mean eren sprinkled in there, a dash of pining, mocking, technical exhibitionism, some degradation, i hope i don’t miss anything

A/N: i seriously don’t remember sitting down to write this, also eren finds literally any and every way to insult your boyfriend

It was pretty obvious to everyone around you how awful your boyfriend was. The problem was that you were just too forgiving of a person. It irked every single one of your friends how he took advantage of you and your never ending kindness, but there was one person it pissed off the most.

Eren hated the guy. Ever since you’d introduced him, the little shit had always rubbed your best friend the wrong way. It just got worse the more he fucked you over. At first it was small stuff, things that you easily brushed off and Eren could only roll his eyes at and make snide comments. Like canceling plans last minute even though you had taken damn near an hour to get ready and looked so good Eren couldn’t help but think about what would happen if he were to bend you over the countertop, rip off your panties, and suck on your little clit until you were pushing his head away because - can’t, ngh, Er-Eren, too much.

Or the time when you were all hanging out at his and Armin’s party and your asshole of a boyfriend had up and left without even telling you, claiming he wasn’t feeling good and didn’t wanna spoil your fun. Only for you to find out through Connie that he’d shown up at their frat party later that night high as hell. Eren had seen how ruined your mood was after that and had offered to drive you to classes in the morning and told you you were welcome to stay the night. You two had a lab together later that day anyways and he could take you home after. But fuck if he didn’t think about how you would ask to wear some of his clothes to bed. And how good you would look in his sweatshirt and those tight little athletic shorts you’d worn. You’d thanked him for being such a good friend and slept in the guest room right next to his. And no Eren is definitely not a good friend because a good friend wouldn’t think about how fucking fantastic your ass looks in those shorts, a good friend wouldn’t wonder what kinds of little sounds you would make and what you would taste like if he kissed you - shoved his tongue in that innocent little mouth of yours and gripped the back of your neck to hold you to him until you were so dizzy from the lack of oxygen that you could barely stand it. And a good friend definitely, definitely, did not fuck his hand in the room right next door to you while imagining it was your tight little cunt milking him, begging you - pleading with you - to cum, cum all over my cock baby, all yours, all fucking yours-

It was ridiculous, absolutely fucking absurd that Eren had to watch this clown apologize time after time only for you to fall for his bullshit and take him right back. He didn’t deserve you, fuck if Eren did either - in fact he firmly believes he doesn’t - but he knew that at least if you were his he would make you a top priority and not bullshit around like the slime you were dating now. But he’s not. Dating you that is. And yet you’re still a top priority to him.

So much so that when you go out with Mikasa and Jean every week he tells you to make sure you text him if you need a ride, or if Jean drops you off at your house to make sure that you text him and let him know you’re safe, and he calls you when he’s at the grocery store because he knows that you’re dumbass always forgets at least one thing, or why he orders an extra thing of fries when you guys go out because it doesn’t matter what you say, you’re going to want some of his fries. It’s why when you call him at three in the morning balling your eyes out because your boyfriend made plans on your birthday weekend to go out with a bunch of his friends, he’s over at your place in less than fifteen minutes.

Armin likes to call him a simp when you ask Eren to do something for you and he doesn’t even hesitate, because you know what he is a fucking simp and Armin can suck his ass. He didn’t care what everyone thought, just you. And if him letting you steal his favorite band t shirts and driving around at 3 am blasting music and staying up late watching horror movies makes you happy then you won’t hear a peep out of him.

The straw that really breaks the camel's back comes on a random weekend at his place. Armin was going somewhere for the whole weekend with Connie and when you found out you felt bad about Eren being alone so you offered to stay with him. As innocent as the request was, Eren was now fighting for his life every other moment of the day as he watched you help him clean his house and walk around after showering in just his t shirt and your hair all tied up in a towel, legs on full display, and now cooking for him after telling him to just go sit down and relax and let someone take care of him for once - something no one has ever said to him before. It was all so domestic that he could feel himself clenching to keep from getting hard. At one point during the day he had to run to the bathroom to pump one out as quickly as he could because you’d simply leaned over to get the laundry out of the dryer. And just now he’d gotten half hard again, the image of you on your knees in front of him, tongue running up the base of his cock mumbling those same words lemme take care of you Eren, wanna take good care of you, want you to cum in my mouth, make you feel so good.

God, you’d be begging for him to hold the sides of your face and fuck your throat until it was sore and you were gagging and choking on his cum. And you’d touch yourself, dripping all over his carpet while he told you how fucking sweet you were, how much of a good girl you were to him, how your shitty little boyfriend couldn’t give you want you needed like he could.

At the thought of your boyfriend, Eren’s fantasies stopped. He couldn’t help himself from letting the words slip. “Too busy taking care of you since your boyfriend doesn’t seem to wanna do it.” He pauses and waits for your response, cringing at the fact that he just couldn’t keep his goddamn mouth shut and let sleeping dogs lie. You were in a relationship, you clearly liked this loser enough to continue to give him chance after chance.

But Eren never lied, not even in his fantasies, you were so sweet. You rarely got mad, so when Eren opened his big mouth and spilled the truth, you just sighed and gave him a sad smile. “I probably seem pretty pathetic, huh?”

To some people it did seem pathetic, but to Eren what was even more pathetic was the fact that he was sitting here fantasizing about someone who clearly did not want him the way he did them. If you were pathetic, then what the fuck was he? To that he muttered words that may have been more for himself than for you, “you’re not pathetic, you’re just in love.”

He wallows in self pity for just a moment. Your little shrug stops him, but it’s your response that makes his head reel. “I wouldn’t call it love. More like infatuation. Barely that anymore.”

It was more open than you’d ever been with him about how you really feel about your relationship. Eren was practically falling off the edge of his seat waiting for you to continue. Fuck, he really was pathetic because one little glimmer of hope and he was running right back, pining away at the idea that he there was still a chance he could seduce you away from that douchebag you called a boyfriend.

“Why stay with him then? The guy is a total fucking loser.”

He watches you ring and squeeze your hands together, a nervous tick he could always pinpoint. “Who else would ever want me?” That breaks his heart more than any fucking rejection from you ever could. He would rather you yell, fuck even laugh right in his fucking face at the possibility that someone like him could ever think they had a chance with someone like you than for you to ever even entertain the idea that someone other than that lowlife could never want you.

For a second he’s sad, but the more he thinks about it the angrier he gets. “Did he fucking tell you that? Is that why you stay with him?”

Your eyes get big, rimmed already with tears, and it pisses Eren off even more. Of course your shitty ass boyfriend would try and tell you you weren’t worth anyone else’s time, because how else would he keep you from leaving him.

“He- not exactly, he just said-“ You were a bit of a blubbering mess trying to get the words that just wouldn’t formulate in your brain to come out of your mouth.

“What the fuck did he say to you?” Eren tried to reign in his anger a little bit for the sake of calming you down. His hand reached out to pull you in between his legs as he moved to sit down on the couch. “Breathe, baby, breathe. I need you to stop crying and talk to me. What the fuck did he say to you?”

He waited patiently as you caught your breath, your eyes refusing to meet his. “It’s embarrassing.”

“I don’t care, I’m about five minutes away from finding your soon to be ex boyfriend and ringing his neck until his head pops like a water balloon.”

“That is graphic and unnecessary.”

“And you are refusing to answer my question.”

You huffed, and a strangled sound came from your throat. “It’s this, this is what he meant.” Gesturing between him and you, you still refused to meet his eyes.

“What is ‘this’ exactly?”

One of your hands yanked itself out of his to cover your face but he was quick to tighten his grip on the other. You were exuding a range of nervous energy and Eren was having a hard time remaining patient, wanting to know now what kind of shit your boyfriend had been spewing and why.

“I…” you barely feel him pull you closer to the edge of the couch, “he doesn’t like that you and I are so close.”

“Well he can take that up with me if he has such a fucking issue with it.”

Your hands jokingly cover his mouth and you scold him like you have a million times before. “Such a dirty mouth.” He wants to show you just how dirty of a mouth he has but that wasn’t exactly the point right now. Instead, he brushes a whisper of a kiss against your palm as he moves it away, moving it to rest against his shoulder.

“What would us being close have anything to do with no one else wanting you?” And as he says it, it’s like a lightbulb clicks on in his brain. Fuck wanting an answer, he needed one. Needed you to tell him exactly why your boyfriend would hate Eren being around you so much. Did he see Eren as a threat? Did you give him any reason to believe that Eren might be? Or did your boyfriend just see the way Eren stared at you with a longing for you to just open your eyes and fucking pick him instead.

It took you a few more seconds to compose yourself before you let out a shaky breath and speak so fast he barely catches all of it. “He was upset because I said your name while he was going down on me.”

Now the last thing Eren wanted to think about was your shitty little boyfriends head between your thighs, but the thought of you saying his own name instead? He was pretty sure his brain had stopped working. His head fell forward against your stomach and he closed his eyes to compose himself, the thoughts running through his mind going straight to his cock.

You, on the other hand, were freaking out. You weren’t sure that it was a good idea in the first place to tell Eren the truth about what had happened but he had been so persistent. There was always a part of you that believed maybe he felt a portion of what you felt for him, and your boyfriend had become very aware of that very quickly. You’d always made excuses, told him you and Eren were just friends. Then why is he always trying to hit you up and be around you all of the time? And why do you seem so ready to be at his beck and call? And what’s with all the inside jokes that only the two of you understand? And why do you look at him like that? And why do you think anyone else would ever want you like that?

“I’m sorry,” you begin to apologize, “I know it’s creepy and totally weird that I would think about you-“

You’re cut short when there’s a yank at your waist and suddenly you’re on the couch, knees spread and calves pushing against Eren’s thighs. He surprises you when he buries his face into your neck, hand on the other side of it, his thumb running along the bottom of your jaw and cheek, leaving opened mouthed kisses all along your neck. “Pretty baby had to think about my mouth to cum ‘cause her boyfriend couldn’t do the job? Must’ve been so fucking lost in that fantasy to say my name right in front of him, huh?”

You could barely breathe at how good his lips felt against your skin, the same fantasy from the other night flooding back into your head. He wanted to know exactly what it involved. “What’d you think about to get off, doll? Squeezing my head between those pretty thighs? Fuck, did you yank at my hair and try to grind your perfect little pussy against my face?” Eren stops assaulting your neck and grips your cheeks in one hand, forcing you to look him in the eye. “Did you think about the same things I do? Riding my face until you’re crying and squirming to get away?”

Eren’s hand quickly slips past your panties and against your clit where it rubs tight figure eights that make your breath catch and your eyes flutter. “Thought about you every single time.” His words are desperate, like he’s the one being teased, on the verge of one of the most mind blowing orgasms of his life. “Every time I fucked my fist,” the words made you jump, “thought about this sloppy cunt fucking me instead. Wanted to cum so deep inside you baby, wanted to split you open on my cock. Watch you get yourself off while you ride me. Cum for me, cum all over my fingers so I can taste it baby. Give me what I want. Let me see if you taste as good as you do in my fantasies.”

Two fingers sink into your heat and you're seeing stars as your lower stomach clenches and your legs shake. Eren’s thumb hasn’t left your clit and you feel a pressure build again.

“Please, Eren, please-“

“Please, Eren, please,” he mocks you, “you beg me in your dreams too, doll? Don’t worry sweet girl, I’m gonna do exactly what your boyfriend was afraid I would. Now cum again.”

That’s all it takes. Your brain is still a little fuzzy as you come down from your high, but you watch as Eren pulls his hand from your panties and sucks his fingers into his mouth. The sound he makes is that of a starving man finally feasting. “Better than I imagined.” He adds some pressure to the end that holds your cheeks and forces your mouth open. “You’ll take what I give you and be grateful. Keep your mouth open for me baby.” And suddenly his tongue is inside your mouth and you can taste yourself. His hand that isn’t holding your cheeks moves to your throat, not squeezing but just resting there, waiting for permission. You take his hand and add a bit of pressure, until you can hear the blood pumping in your ears. Eren’s mouth leaves yours before he releases the pressure on your neck, watching you gasp for air with almost a sadistic smile on his face.

“Did so good for me, so fucking proud of you, doll,” Eren guides your hand to the front of his sweatpants to show you just how hard you make him, dick practically twitching, “now be a good girl and show me how you take my cock.”

Your panties are off within seconds, Eren’s hand ripping them down your legs and tossing them across the living room. Eren makes a mental note of where they are to grab later, a little souvenir to prove what was happening was real and not just some fucked up fantasy his brain had conjured up. And if this was it, if this was just a one time thing - fuck, he hoped not - then at least he had something of yours to beat off with later. God, he really was pathetic. But for now you were real and spread out under him on his couch and he was going to make sure every second of it was burned into the back of his brain.

His hand grips your cheeks again, squeezing them so he can delve into your sweet little mouth again, missing your taste already. “Gonna fuck you like you deserve, baby. That what you want? Want me to fuck you dumb?”

He watches your face change as you begin to beg - “yes, please, want you” - and suddenly you’re a blubbering mess, his dick only halfway in and you’re already going cross-eyed. “Eren, too-too much.” 

Eren’s lower lip pulls out like he’s pouting and his voice comes out whinny and mocking again. “Oh baby, I know, I know. Too big for you tight little pussy. Be good, relax and let me make it fit. Thought you wanted me to fill you up? Don’t I deserve it?” He slides in little by little, rubbing your clit so slowly it makes you wanna cry. And judging by the tears beginning to form, you might just start.

“Made me wait so fucking long, had to watch you hang all over your little boyfriend, listen to you complain about how he can’t take of you. That’s all you want baby, just want someone - fuck - someone to take care of you.” His breath catches as he bottoms out, completely enraptured in you, hitting so deep he’s afraid it might actually be too much for you to take. But then you whine and grind down on him. His laugh is deep and teasing, and he pulls out and begins to thrust - long and deep ones that make the tears at the corner of your eyes begin to fall.

Eren’s lips come down on your neck, up your cheek to your lips where he whispers his vulgar adoration. “Only time I wanna see you cry is when you’re all choked up my cock, got it?” Your head shakes like you’re agreeing with him, small noises leaving your lips with every thrust of his hips. “Not over some fucking prick who can’t make you cum. Doesn’t” thrust “fucking” thrust “deserve you.”

Suddenly, the two of you are flipped, you on top and him sprawled underneath you. And somehow you feel him sink deeper into you. His thumb reaches up to brush the tears falling down your face. “Show me how much you wanted it to be me. Ride me, doll.”

Your hands lay flat on his chest are you move your hips against his. Hands grip your sides and pull you up and down, helping you out more and more the shakier your legs get. One hand reaches up again, this time stuffing two fingers between your lips.

“My baby getting a little too drunk on my cock?” His eyes flutter and he throws his head back as one particular thrust hits him just right. “Fuck, close baby. Tell me when your close, don’t think I can take that.”

Your head shakes and you mumble around his fingers, “inside.”

It takes him a second, his head far too cloudy from your pussy squeezing him so tight to register your words right away. But when he does, it’s like the snap of a rubber band. “Inside?”

“Want you to come inside me,” your voice is breathless and needy, something equal to the way it makes Eren feel. Like his heart is a split moment away from combusting inside his chest. “Never let anyone else, only you.”

Say fucking less.

Eren is close, so fucking close to release that it’s almost painful. And then the phone rings. At first you two ignore it. But then it rings again, and again, and again. And finally Eren huffs, reaching toward the coffee table to pick up your phone and see who can’t take the fucking hint - all the while still urging you up and down his shaft.

His jaw clenches at the name on the caller id. Of fucking course. It would be him. Eren is moments away from chucking your phone across the living room when the idea that hits him makes him pause. He’s always had a bit of a sadistic side.

He meets your eyes with a look that tells you you better do what he says. And he brushes his lips against yours, his words practically a growl, “don’t you dare fucking stop,” before he’s answering the phone and putting it on speaker.

“Hello?” A voice on the other end speaks. Your boyfriend. “Babe?”

You can barely think, let alone speak, yet somehow the word “yeah?” makes its way out of you, albeit breathlessly. 

“You ok? You sound weird.” You’re about to respond the same as before when Eren’s mouth wraps itself around one of your nipples and you practically wail. “Babe? What the fuck is going on?”

“Gonna let him hear you baby?” Eren worships your breast, biting down just a little before pulling back with a soft pop. “Let him hear just how good I can make you feel?” He picks up your phone and you have no doubt that your boyfriend can hear him clearly now. You’re not sure if you really even care, not as long as Eren is so deep in your heat that you swear you can see stars. 

“That’s what he was afraid of, right? Saw how much I wanted you. Afraid you’d want me back?” He lets a groan slip out, a little louder than is necessary. “Tell him how I make you feel, doll.”

“F-fuck, so good. So, so good, Eren - wanna cum all on your cock,”

Your boyfriend’s voice is livid over the phone. “Oh, you are such a fucking-”

“Good little slut for me, baby,” Eren praises you, his own hips thrusting from underneath you, trying to give you time to match his pace, but he’s finding it harder and harder to do with every squeeze and stroke. “Gonna let me fuck my cum into you? Dirty little slut wants to be all fucked out, huh? Go ahead, sweetheart, use my cock.” You can tell from his voice just how close he is. “Gimme a kiss.”

You could never say no to him, lips smashing against his.

“Tell me you love me.”

“Love you, ‘Ren,” your voice shakes and your words slur together, “love you so much.”

“So good for me. Now cum on my cock.”

You feel yourself break apart from above him, collapsing onto his chest as his arms wrap around your back and one of his hands holds the back of your head to keep you against him as he continues to fuck himself deep into you. It doesn’t take him long to fall apart either, praise and affection moaned out directly into your ear. Feel so fucking good cumming around me, make me so fucking happy baby, did so good for me, love you so much.

You both forget about your boyfriend on the other end of the phone when he shouts out “you can have her, Jeager, fucking slut,” before hanging up.

Eren’s face is one of bliss and satisfaction when he pulls you into another long kiss, tongue licking a line across the roof of your mouth. “Like I needed his permission.”

[heejayy]

Eren Y. || Campus Creeper

Warning: mentions death, blood, swearing

Genre: angst

Pairing: Eren Y. x Black reader

Happy Halloween! Stay safe!❤️👻

For Halloween you and your boyfriend decided to go with something simple but classic, ghost face. Well more like he was ghost face and you dressed up as a sexy bloody victim, either way it was a good costume.

“Hey have you seen my thigh garter?” You asked Eren as you looked under the piles of clothes that somehow found its way to the floor.

“No check your vanity” he answered unsurely “and please hurry up we’re gonna be late.”

You rolled your eyes “when are you ever on time for a party Eren? You’re known to be fashionably late” you mocked throwing up air quotes. Eren smacked his lips glaring at you “you’re not cute now hurry up” you giggled knowing for a fact you were irking his nerves.

After a few minutes of searching you found it and slid it up your thigh. Taking some time to check your outfit again Eren yanked your wrist eagerly rushing you out the house almost yanking your arm off. You two finally made it but you started feeling a bit nervous. “Ooh I’m so excited I haven’t been out in so long” you giddily smile as you took Eren hand stepping out the car.

“Can I say you look gorgeous” he smirked eyeing you up and down, you shyly smiled looking away. “Oh stop Eren you should see yourself, girls are gonna be all over you” and it’s true for some reason girls like hot guys in a mask, you for sure was drooling over him “and you better behave” you added with a warning glare.

He raised his hands in surrender “yes ma’am” he smirked winking at you. You playfully rolled your eyes you for sure knew he had a few shots before you both left home.

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You were chatting in the kitchen with a random girl you just met while your sipped on your drink. You chose to stick with juice because you for sure knew Eren was getting shit faced tonight and you’ll have to drive home.

“Girl have you heard of the Campus Creeper?” You shook you head no in confusion.

“The campus who?”

“The Campus Creeper” she exclaimed “he or she is responsible for like six students disappearing” you looked at her furrowing your eyebrows.

“Has he been caught yet?” your question was met with a sigh and a head shake.

“Not even one lead and to make things worse the students have nothing in common the killer is just targeting anyone” you nodded feeling a little uneasy as you looked off into the living room.

Something about that news made you feel weird. Maybe it was because it was Halloween night and you were at a frat party full of people you didn’t know, but you couldn’t shake this queasiness in your stomach.

“Hey I’ll be back I’m gonna go find my boyfriend” the girl nodded leaning against the counter taking down a another shot “you be safe ok?” You added before leaving.

You threw your cup away while before leaving the kitchen. Since the ghost face costume was common you had a little trouble finding Eren so you walked around calling his name. The longer it took the more frustrated you were becoming pushing through the sweating bodies with the loud music blasting through your ears. You made it to an empty hallway and leaned against the wall, you were becoming breathless and aggravated, you were pissed and ready to go.

While trying to catch your breath you felt a tap on your shoulder, you turn around annoyed until you realized who it might be. “Eren?” You asked, the masked figure nodded.

“Finally! I’ve been looking everywhere for you” you wiped the sweat beads off your forehead “I’m ready to go babe I can’t do this anymore.”

He nodded and you took his hand walking down the stairs. Eren was unusually quiet as you both walked down, but you just chopped it up to him being too drunk to form a sentence.

“You can take your mask off silly we’re leaving” you said letting his hand go.

You made it outside and remembered you left your jackets upstairs. “Damn it I’ll right back I left our coats.” You turned to leave but he forcefully pulled you back by your forearm, you winced in pain turning around confused “I said I’ll be back, chill” you huffed snatching your arm back rubbing the spot where he roughly grabbed you. Without thinking much of it you left him on the porch of the frat house as you ran back in.

You successfully found the jackets without running into anyone fucking in the rooms and made your way back downstairs. To say you were tired was an understatement.

“Hey baby where you going?!” You heard someone call for you over the music. You rolled your eyes thinking it was a cat caller and kept walking.

“Y/n where are you going?” They called again and rushed in front of you stopping you from walking, it was Eren.

“Huh?” You said genuinely confused “I told you I was ready to go why are you back inside?” You asked puzzled and he stared back mirroring your confusion.

“No you didn’t I was in the game room with Jean and Connie playing beer pong. Where were you?” Now you were really confused and slightly scared.

“No I found you upstairs and left you on the porch while I came back for our coats stop playing around” you explained with your voice stern but trembling a bit.

“I’m being serious I was in the game room the whole time baby.” Your stomach dropped and your throat became dry.

“oh- ok well can we go?” He nodded taking the coats from you and grabbing your hand. He could tell you were becoming overwhelmed with the big crowd and the loud music, and right now could only take so much.

When you walked outside you made it your mission to look around for the one you dragged out here but ended seeing no one but students partying on the lawn. You felt overwhelming nauseous and you were just ready to be home where you would be safe.

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The next morning you felt much better, but still couldn’t get that stranger out of your head. Who were they? And why did they go along with you? Could it have been the Campus Creeper?

You shook your thoughts away getting to head to the kitchen knowing you’d find Eren there.

“Mornin’ baby I made you breakfast and coffee” Eren smiled sliding the plate towards you along with your cup. “Thank you handsome” you returned a smile and kissed him on the cheek.

“Ayo babe did you hear about what happened last night? That Campus Creeper got someone else” he shook his head in disappointment while pouring syrup on his waffles “good thing we left when we did.”

You looked at him terrified “who?”

He just shrugged “not sure but some girls found her body behind the house, it was a complete blood bath” he pulled out his phone showing you the ID picture of the victim. You let out a horrific gasp it was the girl you were talking to in the kitchen.

“Did you know her?” He asked concerned.

“N-no I just I met her last night at the party, we were talking and I..I told her to stay safe” you poked your breakfast with a fork feeling that nauseous feeling returning.

“Damn poor thing” he sighed “I’m gonna start going everywhere with you, you understand? It’s not safe for you to be alone” You nodded sadly thinking that could’ve been you.

A/n: I was gonna do a plot twist and make Eren the murderer but I didn’t know how I would fit that in and it seemed like too much work 💀

[waitimcomingtoo]

Wicked Game

pairing: frat!Tom Holland x Reader

chapter one: somebody like you

series masterlist

“Strippers here!” Harry Holland, co chair of the Delta Nu fraternity house shouted over his shoulder when he opened the door. Behind him, a party was in full swing, making your throat go dry.

“Hilarious. Where’s Harrison?” Your roommate, Peyton, asked as she linked her arm through hers.

“Last I saw him he was carrying kegs to the kitchen.” Harry shrugged.

“Thanks. Move.” Peyton slipped her hand into yours and pushed past Harry. You held on tightly to her hand as she pulled you through the house. Frat parties at your college were known to be over the top, especially at Delta Nu. You normally wouldn’t be caught dead at a party, but Peyton practically dragged you away from your desk and forced you to come.

“There he is.” She spotted Harrison. “Come on.”

“Wow. Nice of you to finally show up.” Harrison said as you and Peyton walked up to him.

“Yeah well it took me a minute to get this one out of the dorm.” Peyton said without ever dropping your hand.

“Who’s this?“ Harrison nodded towards you.

“Are you kidding?” Peyton asked him.

“Dude, we’ve met like 6 times.” You said.

“We have?” Harrison looked you up and down as he scratched his head.

“This is Y/n. My roommate.” Peyton stated like it was obvious. “I swear, you don’t listen to a word I say.”

“I’m the one you’re always kicking out so you two can do that whatever is it that you do.” You reminded him.

“Ohhhh. I do know you.” Harrison remembered. “Sorry, I’ve just never seen you not hunched over a desk.”

Wow. Just how every girl wants to be described. Hunched.” You smiled tightly and gave Peyton a look.

“This is a woman in STEM.” Peyton said as she put her hands on your shoulders. “She does not hunch. She slouches.”

“She also doesn’t want to be here.” You chimed in. “Can I please go?”

“Come on. Live a little. We don’t let just anybody into this party.” Harrison said as he handed you and Peyton a red solo cup.

“I can see that. Lot of white guys in here.” You noted as you looked around.

“That’s not true.” Harrison scoffed and looked around. Harrison realized you were right and his smile fell.

“Oh shit. Sam! Get over here. Its happening again!” He called and ran off to find Sam.

“Can I go now? You found Harrison. I don’t need to be here.” You said to Peyton once you were alone again.

“Why? So you can go back to the room and study? It’s Friday night. You have been studying your ass off all week. You should stay and have some fun.” Peyton smiled encouragingly as she played with the ends of your hair.

“I have a calculus midterm on Monday and a lab due tomorrow night.” You whined. “I can’t be wasting time here. Plus, I can see like 12 health code violations in this room alone.”

“I know. We can’t have fairy lights because it’s a “safety hazard” but frat houses can have literal weapons hanging on the walls?” She rolled her eyes and nodded towards the swords mounted on the wall beside you.

“I’m back. Did you miss me?” Harrison asked as he slung an arm around Peyton.

“I did.” Peyton smiled at him.

“I didn’t.” You mumbled.

“You’re in luck Y/n. I brought a friend with me.” Harrison told you as he pushed a boy forward. The boy had a backwards cap on and smirk on your face, the kind that immediately made you roll your eyes.

“Hey. I’m Tom.” He nodded at you as he unapologetically checked you out.

“And I’m gonna head out. Thanks for the drinks.” You smiled tightly and handed your cup back to Harrison. As you were walking towards the door, you felt your phone buzz. You pulled it out and found a text from Peyton.

“Please don’t go! I’m not gonna stay long and I really don’t want to walk back to our dorm alone :((((((“ She had sent you. You let out a sigh and stopped walking. You didn’t want to stay at the party, but you couldn’t let her walk home alone.

“I’ll be downstairs. don’t get pregnant!!!!” You texted.

“I won’t!!!!!” She sent back. A few seconds later, she texted you again.

“I might!!!!” It read, making you laugh. You walked back into the house and found a somewhat quiet hallway. You pushed your way past a few people making out and nestled into a corner. You pulled your dress down to make it longer, which just made it lower up top. Party clothes made you deeply uncomfortable so you covered yourself with your arms and pulled out your phone.

“Could you look anymore miserable?” Tom asked as he leaned his arm up on the wall beside you.

“Don’t bother.” You said without looking up from your phone.

“Don’t bother with what?” Tom played dumb as he looked you up and down.

“With me. It’s not gonna happen.”

“What’s not gonna happen?” He continued to play dumb as he leaned in a little closer. You gave him a look before stepping away from him.

“Sorry. I didn’t realize you’re as dumb as you look. I mean just because our roommates are off somewhere getting hepatitis c, it doesn’t mean you and I are gonna hook up.” You said as you went back to your phone.

“Who said I wanted to hook up with you?” Tom shrugged. “You’re kinda mean and kinda hurt my feelings just now.”

“Isn’t that how this thing works?” You asked him. “She brings a friend, me, to keep his friend, you, busy while they sneak off to do god knows what in this hell house?”

“For your information, love, this is a highly respected establishment.” Tom stated. “You are standing in the universities longest running and most awarded fraternity. It is not a hell house.”

As soon as Tom finished his sentence, a light fell down from the ceiling. A group of girls ran by you, the one in the middle puking on the ground. A boy started sliding down the banister and fell off halfway, landing on the ground with a hard thud.

“That almost never happens.” He told you, making you laugh. You decided to let your guard down just a little and look up at him.

“Okay. Sorry I was so rude. I just assumed you were an asshole.” You admitted.

“Aw. You did? You thought that about little old me?” He smiled and held his hand over his heart. You laughed a little as another guy in a frat shirt came up to the two of you.

“Tom we need more kegs out-“

Tom shoved him away by his face before leaning on the wall beside you.

“So do you have a name?” He smiled. “Or should I just call you rude goth girl crashing my party.”

“I’m Y/n. And I’m not goth.”

“I’m sorry. I just assumed you were goth.” Tom held you his hands in defense.

“Why?”

“Because you’re dressed like a witch.” He shrugged, making you let out a shocked laugh.

“Wearing a black dress does not automatically mean I’m dressed like a witch.” You insisted.

“In your opinion.” He said out of the corner of his mouth. His tone was playful, so you smiled a little.

“What was your name again?” You asked him.

“Tom. But my frat brothers call me T-bag.”

“Well since I’m not one of your frat brothers, I’m gonna stick with Tom. Do I want to know why they call you that?”

“No. You do not.” He smiled and shot you a wink.

“I figured.”

“Do you really think I look dumb, by the way? Because I thought turning my hat backwards would show how innovative and creative I am.” He said as he gestured to his hat.

“I don’t know.” You clicked your tongue. “Let me see the logo.“

“No logo. It’s just gray.” He said as he took the hat off to show you.

“Just gray?” You laughed. “Then why wear it?”

“So I can give it to pretty girls to mark my territory.” He smiled as he put the hat on your head.

“Mark your territory? Wow. That’ll do it. That will do it.” You blew out a breath and started to walk away.

“I didn’t mean it like that, love. No.” Tom laughed as he pulled you back towards him by the hand.

“You were doing so well too.” You told him. “Like shocking well. Then you said that.”

“I meant so that my brothers don’t flirt with the girl I’m respectfully trying to court.” Tom explained himself.

“Ohhh. You’re trying to court me?” You played along. “I thought you were trying to fuck. Damn. I have to go.”

“Don’t go, pretty girl.” He whined. “I haven’t even used all my best tricks yet.”

“I can tell. That hat thing was super cringy.”

“You’re funny. For a witch, I mean.” He said, making you look down at your phone as you laughed.

“What are you doing anyway?” Tom asked as he looked over your shoulder to see what you were doing on your phone.

“Are you serious? You’re just playing with your settings?” He laughed at you when he saw what you were doing.

“Shut up.” You laughed in embarrassment. “I don’t like parties.”

“Oh. Is it because you’re quirky and different and not like other girls?”

“Dude. Did you even look at my shoes?”

“Oh! Sneakers and a dress. How did I miss that?” Tom asked as he looked down at your choice of footwear. Peyton forced you into one of her dresses, but she could not force you into heels.

“I don’t know.” You shrugged. “You must’ve been too busy chugging beer through your butt or whatever it is you frat boys do.”

“You got it.” Tom nodded. “We chug beer through our butts. Like literally all the time.”

You laughed at him again and this time, put your phone away to give him your full attention. Tom noticed the way your body language went from tense to relaxed, so he felt like he was doing was working.

“So let me see if I can get this.” He began. “Standing off by herself at a a party, was dragged here by her more outgoing roomate, and showed up in converse and a dress that she was probably forced into wearing. Is it you? Are you the manic pixie dream girl who is about to change the directory of my life?”

“I don’t know. I’m not really looking to make any friends. I hate this town. I hate everyone in it. Each person is faker than the next. Nobody cares about art anymore. It’s like they’re all just zombies waiting to do what the man tells them next.” You played along as you mashed together every cliche thing you’d ever heard a female character say.

“Wow.” Tom smiled in amazement. “That was so accurate. I’m genuinely impressed.”

“I watch a lot of movies.” You smiled shyly at his compliment.

“I could tell. You missed the part where her parents want her to be their perfect little princess, though.”

“But that’s not her.” You added to his description.

“Nope.” He shook his head. “She’s different. She listens to rock music and grunge bands. Shes and outcast who just wants to see the world.”

“She wants to experience new things and new people.” You continued.

“But she’s never going to do that. Because her main purpose is to propel the boy in the right direction.”

“Her ambitions are just decorations.” You shrugged.

“But-“ Tom began and pointed his finger at you to finish his sentence.

“She’s the coolest girl you’ve ever met.” You said in unison. You both laughed as you mumbled “jinx” and shyly looked down at the ground. He was the last person you’d ever expect to be talking to you at this party. Even more surprising was the fact that he was the funniest guy you’d ever spoken to on campus.

“To be honest with you, I’m kinda surprised you knew what a manic pixie dream girl was.” You told him.

“I watch movies when I’m not not drinking alcohol through my butt.” He shrugged.

“Like rom coms?”

“Hell yeah.” He scoffed. “I love rom coms. Especially anything with Katherine Heigl or Sandra Bullock.”

“I love them too.” You laughed shyly. “Especially Sandra. I’ve seen The Proposal like a thousand times.”

“My personal favorite is Miss Congeniality. But The Proposal is a close second. I’m a big Ryan Reynolds guy.”

“I didn’t peg you for a rom com guy.“ You said as you leaned against the wall.

“Who said anything about pegging?” Tom scoffed. “At least buy me dinner first.”

You laughed at his joke, no matter how dumb it was, as you rolled your eyes to the ceiling. You laughing made him laugh and he was beginning to grow awfully fond of your smile.

“Okay.” You decided once your laughter died down.

“Okay what?”

“I like talking to you. Let me buy you dinner.” You shrugged.

“No. I’m not doing that.” Tom shook his head, making your smile fall.

“A gentleman always pays on the first date.” He continued. “Plus, my fraternity gets unlimited meal swipes.”

“That’s so elitist.” You bit your bottom lip as he propped his arm up on the wall beside you.

“I know.” He smiled as he started to lean in. Just as you were leaning in, Peyton returned to your side.

“There you are. I’ve been looking all over. I won’t torture you anymore. We can go.” She told you, making your smile fall a little.

“Oh. Yeah. Thanks.” You nodded and gave Tom an apologetic look.

“Oh. Hi Tom.” Peyton smirked when she realized who you were talking to.

“Hi Peyton.” Tom waved. “How is he?”

“Knocked out right after as usual.” Peyton sighed. “Are you ready to go?“

“Actually, I think I’m gonna stay.” You said as you leaned back against the wall and nodded towards Tom. Peyton bit back a smile and you gave her a look that told her to chill out.

“Okay. I’ll stick around too then. But you’re still texting me every hour with updates.” She told you as she cupped your face in her hands.

“I know the rules.” You rolled your eyes. Peyton pulled you into a hug so she would whisper in your ear.

“Don’t let him take you to a secondary location. More importantly, have fun. And don’t get pregnant.” She whispered, but Tom heard and snorted.

“Please? Just this once?“ You sarcastically begged her.

“I’d make a hell of a dad.” Tom said as he slung an arm around you.

“All right.” Peyton smiled. “Have fun you two.”

“We will.” You rolled your eyes again but appreciated her protection over you.

“I’ll take care of her.” Tom said. “I promise.”

Peyton gave you one last look before leaving you with Tom. You watched her as she disappeared back into the party and felt your heart speed up a little bit. You’d never been in this situation before and you were staring to worry that you were in over your head.

“So where were we?” Tom asked as he leaned his arm against the wall.

“I don’t know.” You shrugged with a coy smile.

“Oh, shoot. I can’t remember either.” Tom tapped his chin. “I think we were talking about - op, nope. We were about to kiss. That was definitely it.”

“Hm. I don’t think so. I’m remembering it differently.”

“I’m pretty sure we were about to kiss. Our faces were here, remember?” Tom smiled as he leaned in closer to you. You gasped a little as your eyes flicked from his eyes to his lips.

“Well now I’m starting to remember.” You replied, trying to sound more confident then you felt.

“Let me jog your memory then.” Tom whispered in your ear before leaning in the rest of the way. He pressed you up against the wall as he kissed you and suddenly, the party went quiet. You’d never kissed a stranger before so you didn’t know where to put your hands, but Tom knew exactly where to put his. He kept one on your hip and the other on your face as he kissed you. Your could taste the beer on his tongue and smiled a little into the kiss. You slowly gained more confidence and tangled your fingers in his hair, accidentally knocking his hat off.

“Do you want to go to my room?” He asked between kisses.

“Okay.” You smiled nervously. It was a first for you to do something like this, but he made you feel safe for some reason.

“How much have you had to drink?” He asked.

“Nothing, why?”

“I just want to make sure you don’t throw up when I do this.” He smirked a little and pulled away from you.

“Do what?” You wondered. In response, Tom lifted you with ease and threw you over his shoulder.

“Tom!” You laughed in surprise as he carried you up the stairs.

“It’s quicker this way.” He shouted over the music as he made his way to his bedroom. He carried you inside and locked the door behind him before gently placing you on the bed. He was top of you in no time and continued to kiss you. You made out on his unmade bed for a while as his hands explored your body. As the kissing got more heated, you started to get a pit in your stomach. You felt like things were moving a little too fast for you and it was making you nervous.

“Do you mind if we don’t go all the way tonight?“ You pulled away to ask Tom. You looked really nervous to ask, which made Tom confused.

“Do I mind?” He laughed like it was a silly thing to ask. “Of course we don’t have to.”

You sighed in relief as he rolled next to you on the bed. He scooted closer to you and turned his head so he could admire you in the dim lighting of his room.

“Sorry.” You laughed nervously. “I’m really sorry. I’m just not a one night stand kind of person. I didn’t mean to lead you on.”

“Darling, you didn’t lead me on.” Tom assured you. “And you don’t have to explain yourself for not wanting to have sex. We can just lie here and talk if you want.”

“Okay.” You smiled shyly and snuggled into his side. You stayed there in that position and talked for hours until you fell asleep in Tom’s arms. Tom looked at you while you slept and let out a guilty sigh. He had a pit of his own growing in his stomach as he replayed the day in his head.

A few hours earlier

“Did you order the kegs for the party tonight?” Harry asked the group as they sat in the campus courtyard.

“Luke did.” Harrison responded.

“Nice. I can’t believe Luke is graduating this semester. Who’s gonna be the president of the frat once he’s gone?”

“Me, obviously.” Tom chimed in.

“Not so fast, mate.” Harry snorted. “I want to be president too. I have a lot of good ideas that could really shape up the place.”

“Your last “good idea” was to crush up Doritos and snort them.” Sam reminded him.

“And it made an otherwise Tuesday night pretty exciting, did it not?” Harry scoffed.

“I also kinda want to be president.” Harrison spoke up.

“Me too.” Sam added. “I want to take a crack at it. Plus, the president gets the biggest room.”

“I need this for my resume guys.” Tom groaned. “I have literally never been in a single club. This is my only extra curricular.”

“Show of hands, who else wants to be president?” Harrison asked the frat brothers. They all raised their hands as they looked around at each other.

“We don’t have to worry about this now. We’ll just vote when the time comes.” Harry suggested.

“We can’t do a vote if we all want to be president. Everyone would just vote for themselves.” Sam reminded him.

“Then I propose we make a bet, boys.” Harrison spoke up. “You want to be president, you need to have what it takes. You need to be charming. You need people skills. You have to do the impossible.”

“And how do you suggest we do that?” Tom asked.

“Like this.” Harrison smirked. “The first person to get a girl to fall in love with them by the end of the semester gets to be president next year.”

“That’s easy.” Harry scoffed. “I already have like 3 chicks in love with me.”

“Not so fast.” Harrison held up a hand. “We get to pick each other’s girl. You have to seduce her in anyway you can and if you can get her to tell you that she loves you, you get to be president.”

“Don’t get your hopes up, gentlemen. I got this in the bag.” Tom told the table of his frat brothers with a smug grin.

“I wouldn’t be so confident, T-Bag. Because I’ve already picked a girl for you.” Harrison smirked and clapped Tom on the back.

“I don’t care.” Tom shrugged. “Pick any girl. I’ll have her eating out of the palm of my hand by the end of the day. I don’t need a whole semester.

“Okay. Her.” Harrison pointed to you across the courtyard with a shit eating grin.

“Her?” Tom sat up in his seat to get a better look at you. You were sitting alone at a table with a pencil behind your ear and multiple notebooks laid out in front of you as you typed away at something on your laptop.

“What’s the matter?” Harrison asked. “You don’t think you can pull her?”

“Of course I can.” Tom scoffed unconvincingly. “I’ve just never seen her before. I don’t even know if she goes here.”

“She definitely goes here. I always see her talking to the schools president. She has like the highest GPA in the state.” Sam told the group, making Tom grow a little nervous.

“Then she is way too smart to go for Tom.” Harry snickered.

“Shut up.” Tom shoved his brother. “I could get her to fall in love with me. Easily.”

“Yeah?” Harrison raised an eyebrow. “How?”

“Look at her. Sitting by herself in a mountain of homework, eating -what is that? Carrots and ranch? What is she a freaking Guinea pig? She’s a total loser. All I have to do is show her the slightest bit of attention and she’ll be begging on her knees to date me.” Tom shrugged as he folded his arms. He wasn’t as confident as he sounded and hoped his frat brothers wouldn’t pick up on that.

“Damn, T-Bag.” Harrison laughed. “Already picturing her on her knees?”

“Shut up. Trust me, I got this. All I have to do is sleep with her. She’ll be telling me she loves me before can even get my pants back on.” Tom replied as he held out his hands. His brothers high fived him on either hand for his objectification of a woman.

“What makes you so sure?” Harrison wondered.

“Because lonely girls like that will tell anybody that they love them just in case they say it back. And that’s the loneliest girl I’ve ever seen.” Tom said as he pointed to you. “Trust me, by this time next semester, you guys will be singing “hail to the chief” every time you see me.”

A few hours later

“Could you look anymore miserable?” Tom asked as he leaned his arm up on the wall beside you.

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