#so is someone in my organic chemistry class lol

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Penicillium cheresanum (left) and Penicillium verrucosum var. cyclopium (right)

Penicillium is a genus of molds, some species of which are known for producing penicillin antibiotics, while others are used in producing cheese. This genus currently contains about 470 accepted species (as listed by the Wikipedia page).

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[daemour]

Pairing: roommate! San x f! yn

Word Count: 10,664

Warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption, smut warnings under cut

Genre: Angst, fluff, smut, f2l au, college au, M for mature audiences

Summary: As the resident fuckboy San's best friend, you're legally obligated to be his hype man. It's only fitting as you're one of the few who can resist his boyish charms. But when he's set his sights on someone you cannot stand, perhaps you need to dig a bit deeper into your feelings after all.

Smut Warnings: masturbation (f), voyeurism, sexual fantasies, oral (f), missionary, protected sex, very slight breast play, overstimulation, cowgirl, some cumplay, dirty dirty talk, fingering, slight body worship ig?, praise, I literally have no idea I wrote it at a time when I should've been in bed so lmk if I missed anything

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this is for the jackson wang party fic collab finished with @mingsolo (hella good) @flurrys-creativity (Pygalgia, Effervescent, and Abience) and @sanjoongie (trouble) <3 I still have one more to go but we'll ignore that LMAOOOOO I added too much plot :') flurry was a dear and helped me sort out my thoughts and I managed to write 8k of it in one day lol.

hope u all enjoy and sorry I'm a professional yapper there's no shutting me up

“Going out again?” you ask your best friend and flatmate, San, as he walks past where you’re seated at the kitchen counter, suffering through your essays.

“Yep,” San answers easily, popping the ‘p’ and leaning over to take a peek at your laptop screen. “You misspelt ‘dextrorotatory’, you wrote it as ‘dexrotatory’.”

As your eyes find the typo, you groan and plant your head on the table. “I give up,” you declare dramatically, “I’ll drop out and become a taxi driver.”

San laughs. “First of all, you can’t drive that well. Second of all, you’d make more money as a stripper.” He dodges your smack with ease. “Third, you’re smart and you’ll ace these like always. You’re just a little mentally constipated. Why don’t you join me tonight?”

You think about it for a minute. While you probably do need a break from staring at your laptop, you know how wild the parties San goes to can get from personal experience. And you don’t think it’s a good idea when it's the end of your semester and the final year of your master's program. You just can’t afford to do that. “I’ll pass this time,” you sigh. “Maybe after exam season.”

San hums. “All right. Make sure to take a break, though,” he reminds you, dropping a quick kiss on the top of your head. “See you later.”

He soon disappears out of the door and you turn your focus away from your best friend to your homework. You feel bad for whoever his new conquest will be at the party.

In your opinion, it’s best to keep San at arm’s length when it comes to a romantic relationship. Not that you like him, but you also don’t want to be another notch on his bedpost, and you most certainly do not want to ruin your eight-year-long friendship. It’s not hard to see that San isn’t interested in a long relationship, not right now at least.

You honestly find it amusing that so many girls and guys still throw themselves at him and then get upset when he doesn’t give them a second glance after the initial night. His reputation precedes him, especially in your small town, and yet there will always be a line out the door for him. You don’t even know how he knows so many people.

With a sigh, you clear out your thoughts and refocus on your organic chemistry work. You’re lucky your job offered to pay for your master's classes, but the workload is killing you inside. You’re incredibly happy you’re almost done, and with newfound motivation, you hunker down and start writing out your notes again.

It’s almost two in the morning when you finally yawn and start putting your books away, and it’s almost three when you hear the front door open and the sound of San stumbling into the shoe rack as he always does. “You’re home already, Sanah?”

“YN!” San stumbles his way into the bathroom where you’re combing your hair, wrapping his arms around you and tucking his flushed face into your neck. “You’re still up?”

You laugh, tapping him on the head with your brush. “Yes, but I’m about to go to bed. And you should too, you know.”

San groans, his hold on your waist tightening and his words slurring together. “I don’t wanna,” he whines, “the bed's too cold.”

You sigh fondly. This happens almost every time he drinks, and usually, that’s why he doesn’t drink too much when he’s by himself. He gets too cuddly with people and you’re usually the one to keep him from bedding everyone he sees.  You suppose he somehow didn’t end up with anyone in bed and he’s disappointed now. “Do you think you’ll ever ask to sleep with me nicely, or will you just settle for wrestle-cuddling me into my own bed?” you ask, rolling your eyes as San does not answer, just pulling you towards your room. “There’s my answer.”

You’re too used to his drunk antics and just let him move you around. It’s comforting in a way, that he’s comfortable enough around you to do this with you, and it makes your heart warm whenever he throws his arm around you and presses his face in your neck.

You’d never admit it, but it’s nights like this when you sleep the best. With his warm breath tickling your neck, you let your body relax and your eyes flutter shut.

-

“God, I’ve got a raging headache,” San groans when he sees you enter the kitchen with a mess of bed hair. “I went so crazy with the soju last night, I think I’m going to die.”

You laugh, reaching for the pot to make some oatmeal for him. “Don’t be so dramatic. Why did you even drink so much anyway? No bitches?”

San snorts but immediately whines from the sharp pain that probably shot through his skull. “You’re so mean to me! No, I got no bitches, but that was from my own choice anyway. I don’t want to fuck around anymore.”

Both your eyebrows raise into your hairline. “No? What changed things, hm? Finally decided your one true love is Byeol?” As if on cue, your shared cat meows and curls around your ankles, and you bend down to scratch behind her ears.

“Never had to decide that, we all know she’s the real number one in my life. No, I think I’m interested in someone.” You stop your petting of Byeol, who meows in protest and runs off to pout somewhere. “Come on, don’t act like you just saw a ghost.”

“Who?” is the only question that comes out of your mouth. Of course, San has had a crush before, but he’s never stopped screwing around unless he was actively dating that person. He’s a fuckboy, but he’s not a piece of shit at least. This is new.

“Lee Yeseul. I met her yesterday at the party, and she’s so sweet. She was so out of place at the party, and not in a mean way. She just…has such an aura around her.” San’s voice is soft even just talking about her and you get the feeling he’s being serious. “We’re meeting up for coffee today.”

“That’s…amazing, Sanah. I really hope it goes well for you,” you smile at him, pushing a bowl of oatmeal over to him. “Don’t forget to let me make a speech at your wedding.”

San chuckles, rolling his eyes at your jokes. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t you have study group today? Go there and stop bothering me.”

You ruffle his messy hair before planting a kiss on it and pinching his cheek. He blindly reaches around to smack at you but you dodge him easily, laughing as you head out to grab your keys. “See you later, Sanah. Have a good da-ate.”

San grumbles at you but ultimately returns to his food. You think you can hear him muttering about you being a pain in the ass and you smile to yourself. You don’t have the heart to tell him you know Lee Yeseul…and she’s a major bitch. You sincerely hope she’s sweet to San at least—he deserves the best. But you find her absolutely draining, especially with how often she talks about herself and doesn’t pay attention to anyone else ever. If she cries in your class one more time you think you might smack her yourself.

You still remember the time you had gotten a call that your grandfather had died, and after overhearing your conversation, instead of comforting you, she started talking about how “so many of my family members died in the past ten years.” Sure, maybe she was trying, but you’ve known about her antics enough that it was clear she just wanted to make it about her.

But if San likes her, who are you to interfere? He has a pretty good eye for who has a good personality so maybe Yeseul has changed. You’re not one to stop him. Not that you ever could. When he first started going out to party, you would tag along to make sure he wouldn’t make any bad decisions, but your efforts seldom paid off. You’re pretty sure he must be blessed since he somehow hadn’t pissed off anyone majorly enough to have them call a hit on him.

Shaking your head, you rid yourself of these thoughts and go to the library. There’s no use dwelling on it, the more you think about it, the worse your feeling about his crush on Yeseul gets. He’s a grown man, he doesn’t need you to parent him.

“Woah, who pissed in your cereal?” You should’ve known you wouldn’t be able to hide your bad mood from your study buddy, Hongjoong. Although you only see him for studying, you’re confident enough to call him your closest friend other than San. “Are you okay?”

You sigh, dropping your books on the table. It earns you a harsh ‘shh’ from the librarian which you apologise half-heartedly for. “Do you remember Yeseul? Lee Yeseul?”

Hongjoong’s brows raise high into his hairline. “The professional bitcher? What did she do now?”

“San’s into her, and with her personality, she’s probably loving the attention from the professional heartbreaker.” You groan, glaring at the cover of your organic chemistry textbook. “It’s none of my business if he cares for her, but damn, I wish he could’ve picked anyone else.”

Hongjoong hums, leaning forward and poking at the top of your head. “Look, you’ve been his friend for years. I think you have a bit more of a reason to poke your nose into his business than most. Give it a few weeks, and if it truly bothers you, then you can bring it up to San.”

You sigh. “Maybe.” You say nothing else on the topic and Hongjoong knows not to broach it anymore. Sometimes you wish he wasn’t so smart.

-

“YN, I didn’t know you knew Yeseul!” is the first thing San says to you one week after he returns from one of his many dates with her. “When I mentioned you being my roommate she told me you were in the same class as her.”

You wince to yourself as you take a long swig of your coffee. “Mmh, I didn’t think it was that relevant,” you say. You can practically hear Hongjoong rolling his eyes at your excuse. You know you should tell him your qualms about Yeseul, especially since the gross feeling in your gut has only gotten stronger. But you’re not sure you want to tread those waters. San’s sweet, but he’s loyal to a fault and probably wouldn’t like you talking badly about Yeseul.

San narrows his eyes, clearly suspicious but not willing to pry. “Well, maybe if we ever find you a date, we can go on a double date.” He moves on pretty quickly, though, walking over to lean over your shoulder and look at your laptop. “Still going on that paper?”

You hum, cracking your knuckles. “Yeah, it’s due tomorrow so I need to pump it out today and then get Hongjoong to look it over.” You lean back, letting your head rest on San’s torso as you yawn. “I can’t wait for this to be over so that I can graduate already.”

San laughs, leaning down to rest his chin on your head. “You’re smart. You can do this. And when you’re done, I’ll take you to a party and we can celebrate.”

You groan, shifting forward and putting your hands back on the keyboard. “Well, in that case, I should get back to writing this.” As you start typing again, you hear the buzzer ring and the warmth of San’s body leaves you as he goes to check who it is.

“Oh, hey, Yeseul! Come on up!” Your eyebrows raise into your hairline and your head snaps up. Why would Yeseul go to all this trouble of coming here? Didn’t they just see each other?

You close your eyes and take a couple of deep breaths before facing the dragon herself. You can hear the tell-tale sound of her voice pitched up to sound more sweet, although it’s grown to be grating on your ears. “Hi, Sannie,” she purrs and you have to refrain from retching. “I was on my way home but I realised it went right by your apartment so I figured I could come say hi. It doesn’t look like you’re too busy, right?”

“No, not at all,” San replies, and you hate how sweetly he talks to her. “YN is in too, she’s writing her final paper. Wanna say hi? She could probably use the distraction.”

No, I don’t need the distraction, is what you want to scream out, but your mother did not raise you like that although you wish she did. Instead, you just smile politely at the girl entering your kitchen. “Hello, Yeseul. Good to see you again.”

“Hey, YNie!” Her cheery nickname for you has your eye twitching. “How’s the paper going? I finished mine a few weeks ago so I’m home free. Just need to submit it.”

“That’s great, Yeseul,” you say, tone slightly more monotonous than you wanted it to be and San shoots you a look. “Hopefully you get a good grade on it.”

“Hey, would you want to join us for dinner?” San cuts in and you can already feel a headache starting to pulse behind your eyes. “I was going to order pizza since it’s my turn today and I’m not nearly as good of a cook as YN.”

“Oh, that would be lovely! I don’t mind whatever toppings,” Yeseul claps happily. The urge to punch her in the face increases bit by bit for you. San nods happily, stepping out into the living room to place the call. After a moment, Yeseul turns to you with puppy eyes and you brace yourself for whatever she has up her sleeve. “Could I trouble you for a glass of water, YNie?”

You try your best to keep your composure as you get up to fetch her a glass of water. She takes it without even a thank you and you decide you’d much rather die than deal with her any longer so you close your laptop with a sigh. “I’m actually meeting with a friend for dinner, but you definitely should stay and have fun,” you say, smiling as plausibly as you can. You do not have dinner plans but you’re sure you can figure it out.

When you go into your room, you’re drawing blanks. You’re still going out, but you’ll probably just end up calling a friend to complain. As you leave the room and grab your keys, San meets eyes with you and frowns. “Where are you going?”

“Ah, I promised to have dinner with a friend so I’m heading out. Enjoy your time with Yeseul, though.”

The furrow between San’s brows deepens. “But I already ordered the pizza.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “I can bring the leftovers tomorrow for lunch. Sorry, I just forgot to tell you, but I really have to go now. Bye!” Before he can say goodbye as well, you slip out the door. The suffocating feeling that is encompassing you lifts and you sigh in relief, but then you somehow feel worse at the idea of San and Yeseul having fun and giggling and cuddling.

You shake your head again, trying to clear your muddled thoughts before setting down to go find your dinner. Fast food was the easiest option, and you figured you could at least sit in your car and wallow in self-pity.

-

After you receive your order you park and pull out your phone, scrolling through your contacts. You don’t want to call your family because as much as you love them, they can be a bit over-protective and probably will offer to help you find a different apartment and that would be a bit dramatic. In the end, Hongjoong is probably the next best option.

He doesn't pick up immediately, and you’re just about to hang up when the phone crackles and Hongjoong’s voice comes through. “Why are you calling me?”

You can’t help but bark out a laugh at his disgruntled tone. “Hongjoong, it’s a perfectly reasonable hour to call, don’t blame me for your shit sleeping schedule. Are you actually free though?”

Hongjoong sighs and if you focus you can hear the sound of him rolling over in bed. “What’s up?”

“It’s about Yeseul again. She came around today, and it was just…so suffocating. Like, why did San have to pick her? There’s so many girls, and out of them all he picks her? The most bitchy one I know?”

Hongjoong hums. “Why does it annoy you so much?”

You groan, leaning your head back and taking a long sip of your drink. “She’s self-centred, bitchy, and she’s just so fake. I don’t think this relationship will end well, Joong. Clearly he’s just blinded and she’s so manipulative.”

“But why are you so bothered by this specifically? I mean, sure we’ve had bad interactions with Yeseul, but you’re pretty nonchalant about the shit San gets up to and you like to let him deal with the consequences himself.”

You frown glaring at the phone although you know he can’t see it and you pop a fry into your mouth. “I don’t know. It just feels different. I feel like I should interfere this time. I mean, he’s a lot more serious this go around.”

Hongjoong hums, rolling once again as he yawns. “YN, be totally honest with me. This is a shot in the dark, but I think this is pretty important.” You hold your breath in anticipation. “Do you like San?”

“Oh sure, he’s a good friend–”

“You and I both know that’s not what I meant.” You bite your lip, stiffening in your chair. “YN, you need to be honest with yourself. The way you talk about San, you interact with him, it’s not how just roommates, just friends interact. You kiss each other's heads, YN. And it can be platonic, but I’ve rarely seen San do that to his female friends, and I’ve never seen you do that, period. You don’t even kiss me.” His voice turns teasing on the last bit but you’re too shocked to register.

Do you like San? You love him like a friend, of course. But when you think about him being with anyone else, even if it wasn’t Yeseul, something in you aches. When you think about San’s smile being directed to anyone else, you can feel a burning in your gut. The answer is clear, whether you like it or not.

“I…yes. I do.” The confession comes out quietly. “But I don’t want to do anything about it. Like you said, it’s up to San whether he likes Yeseul enough. I can’t interfere.”

You can practically hear the look Hongjoong would be levelling at you. “Why not?”

You shrug. “When San likes someone, nothing can stop him from liking someone unless he wants to. I’ll just let it run its course and hopefully my own feelings will vanish in the process.”

“That doesn’t sound very healthy, YN.”

You let out a despondent laugh. “Sure, probably not. But who knows? Maybe I can find someone else in the process.” You let out a sigh before glancing at your now-cold sandwich. “I gotta head out, but thanks for talking, Joong. I’ll see you in class.”

Hongjoong can barely say goodbye before you hang up the phone and lean back. This is going to be difficult. The more you see Yeseul, the more you know you’ll accidentally slip up and something will tip her and San off. Your headache is pulsing behind your eyes and you take a small bite of your sandwich, your appetite diminishing. You miss being a child and your biggest worry is that San sneezed on your lollipop.

With another groan, you wrap up the sandwich and just go for a late-night drive instead to clear your head. It’s something that has never failed to calm you down and keep your mind level. San always berates you for driving alone at night, but you’d like to say you’re pretty safe. Plus, even he has agreed that it’s pretty calming when—you frown, forcing thoughts of San to leave your brain.

You don’t really know how long you’ve been out, but it’s surely long enough that Yeseul has left. As you carefully open the door, there’s a long silence, and you sigh, happy you made it home free. But as you’re about to call out for San, you hear a high-pitched moan come from his bedroom. And it certainly is not San.

You almost turn tail and head right back out of the apartment when you hear San’s reverberating moans fill the house. Against your better judgment, you take off your shoes and step closer towards his bedroom. His bedroom door is cracked open and curse him for putting his mirror right in view where you can see him leaning back on his bed, his lower half hidden off the edge of it and you can only see Yeseul’s knees.

And in your head, you know it’s wrong. But your heart is beating out of your chest and you can feel heat building in your core. And, well, you’ve always worn your heart on your sleeve. You keep yourself pressed against the wall, staring at the way the muscles in San’s neck strain and the way he moans with every snap of his hips. You’re sure your panties are soaked through by now, and your teeth sink into your lower lip to keep yourself quiet. The taste of copper enters your mouth but you couldn’t care less.

It’s only when San sits up, probably to fuck into Yeseul better and he disappears from the mirror that you rip yourself away and escape into your own room. Not another thought enters your brain as you strip your leggings and underwear off, flopping on your bed and closing your eyes as you let your hand trail down to press against your slick pussy. It doesn’t take long for you to sink your fingers into your sopping cunt, turning your head to bury your face into your pillow.

The guilt in the back of your mind is quickly sent away as you imagine San’s hands fucking you instead. He’s always had well-worn hands, and your brain fogs up as you imagine him leaning forward to mouth at your neck as he fucks you.

Your brain flips back and forth between the idea of him eating you out so well and fucking so many loads into you with his thick cock that your stomach swells and you whimper into your pillow as your core tightens and you come onto your fingers. You feel tears prick your eyes as you get up to wipe your hands of the cream coating your fingers and toss the tissue in the trash. You’re not sure how you’ll be able to face San or Yeseul again after that.

You can feel the shame burning inside of you and you close your eyes and cry yourself to sleep silently.

-

Waking up is disorienting, your eyes red-rimmed and your bottom lip raw and blood dried on it. You feel like death and you’re pretty sure you can’t attend class like this. You lean over and grab your phone, yawning as you send your professor a text with a weak excuse. You don’t really care how plausible it is, Professor Jeong usually is quite understanding so you don’t worry about that for too long. San had texted you an hour ago, asking if you had come home, and you choose not to answer it.

You can hear mumbling in the other room, probably Yeseul and San sharing goodbyes, when you hear the door shut behind her. Unlike you, she’s probably happy to go to class and tell all her friends about her night with the campus fuckboy.

It takes another thirty minutes for you to finally roll out of bed and put some lotion on your face, hoping for the traces of the questionable night you had to erase from your face. Once you’re satisfied with your appearance, you venture out into your living room where San is standing by the door. “When did you get back?” he asks without even turning around. “I texted you like, an hour ago.”

You shrug, avoiding his eyes as you move into the kitchen to find breakfast. “I only just woke up, San.”

Your roommate gives a short huff, following close behind you. “Don’t you have class? Yeseul just left so you could walk with her.”

You try not to roll your eyes at the idea of that. “I’m not feeling well so I don’t think I’ll go.” “You’re not feeling well?” San’s voice deepens in concern and as you grab a yoghurt, he places his hand atop your forehead. “You are feeling pretty warm.”

At his touch, too many memories of last night flood through your brain and you shake away his hand. “Yeah. I’ll just go lie down for a little. Have a good day.”

Before he can say anything else, or realise your suspicious behaviour, you dodge past him and head off back into your room to hide. “I left your pizza in the fridge,” he calls after you and you just grunt in thanks before barricading yourself in your room.

You lean against the door for a minute before you realise you didn’t even grab a spoon. Unwilling to go back out there, you’ve resigned yourself to licking it out of the container like a cat when you hear a gentle knock at the door.

“I got you a spoon,” San’s unsure voice filters through the wooden door, and you squeeze your eyes shut.

“Thanks, San,” you murmur, turning to open the door a crack and take the proffered utensil. “Sorry for being short with you.”

His lips quirk into a half-smile, a silent acceptance of your apology. “I get it. Just get some rest, YN.”

You close the door again, this time a warm heart in your chest mixing with the guilt you still feel in your gut. You’re not sure how on earth you’re going to get over your feelings for San.

-

Avoiding San goes well for the most part. You are in your finals week anyway, and you’re spending most of your time at the library or in class. Your college’s library stays open for 24 hours during the last week of school anyways so some nights you’ve just been staying there until morning. Hongjoong disapproves heavily but doesn’t say much about it and you appreciate his support either way.

Avoiding Yeseul proves much harder. She seems to always find her way to wherever you happen to be, interrupting you and Hongjoong’s study sessions with a perfect smile and narrowed eyes. You don’t know what she wants from you, and you aren’t pleased with her presence.

But one evening, you’re about to leave the library to have some dinner when she corners you. “YN, let’s talk,” she says in that sickeningly saccharine voice of hers, looping her arm into yours and pulling you down the street. “I have some things to ask you.”

Unwilling, you try to tug your arm out of her grasp, but the girl is stronger than you expected. She pulls you all the way to her dorm on campus, sitting you down on her leather couch. “What is your relationship with Choi San?”

Her question comes so suddenly you need a minute to register. To her credit, Yeseul waits patiently for you to gather your thoughts. “He’s my friend and roommate?” you say as truthfully as you can muster, although you know it’s an absolute lie, and judging from her expression, Yeseul doesn’t believe you either.

“Don’t take me as a fool, YN. The way he talks about you is undeniable.”

“That seems like something you should be talking to him about,” you say, attempting to get up from the couch but Yeseul just pushes you back down.

“I’ve tried. He just tells me there’s nothing to worry about and I don’t believe that,” Yeseul grits through her teeth.

And you have to give it to her. She did try to come to San about her worries. But the way she refuses to trust him grates on your nerves. He stopped his fuckboy activities to be with her, and yet she’s worried about you, one of the few girls who isn’t all over him at any moment. You arch a brow. “Do you not trust him?”

Yseul scoffs. “Of course not. He’s a fuckboy. But I like the status I get with him. I just don’t want to end up embarrassed.”

Well, that will be inevitable, you can’t help but think to yourself. No matter how much your relationship with San is strained, you’re not about to let Yeseul talk shit about him like he isn’t genuinely trying for her.

“That’s where you come into play,” Yeseul’s smirk turns sharp. “I’m going to call San. Ask him to choose between us. If he chooses you, then I want you to stay far, far away from him.”

You shrug. No matter the outcome, it’s not like you’re not already keeping your distance from San. In the end, you’ll just tell him to break up with her and let him deal with the chaos himself. “Go ahead,” bitch.

San picks up on the first ring. “Yeseul?” He’s cheery and your heart aches at the thought of Yeseul breaking his so easily. “What’s the occasion?”

“Hey, babe, I just have a quick question, and I need you to answer truthfully for me, okay?” At his pause, she takes that as a go-ahead. “Who would you pick? Me or YN.”

There’s a long silence on the phone. “Yeseul, we need to break up.”

Only one thing unites you and Yeseul in this moment, and it’s your shared confusion for San’s reaction. “What do you mean?” her voice turns panicked. “Isn’t that a little far?”

“You’ve been stuck on this, and I don’t know how much I have to reassure you, Yeseul. I haven’t even seen YN for the past two weeks. And she’s my closest friend. I’m not dropping her for a two-week relationship. I hope you have a good time, Yeseul.”

Before you can react at all, Yeseul screeches and points an accusing finger at you. “This is all your fault, YN!”

Your jaw drops at her absolute audacity. “My fault? What are you on? I was just trying to live peacefully when you dragged me into this plot ignoring my advice. I told you to talk to him, to just fucking trust him. God, you’re an idiot. And I’m going home.”

Without another word, you leave, still fuming over that interaction. Couldn’t she just have made the call without you? You’re happy you don’t have to do all the convincing for San to leave her, but that just complicates things for you. Would he really so easily drop Yeseul just for you? From what you’ve heard, he was practically head over heels for her.

With another sigh, you head back to the library. You need to finish that exam.

-

“Pens down, and turn in your exams,” you hear the professor call, and you don’t think you’ve ever gotten up so fast. You’re so, so fucking happy that you’ve finished your last year and now you’re free.

As soon as your professor accepts your paper you race out of the lecture hall, only stopped by the cafeteria when you hear someone call your name. Lee Juyeon, someone you’ve started growing closer to, waves you down. “Hey, YN, congrats on finishing!” he smiles at you and you can’t help but smile back, the giddiness contagious.

“Thanks! You too,” you say, pulling him into a hug. “It’s so nice to be done.” Practically nothing could dampen your mood, especially seeing Juyeon. He’s sweet, and you have an inkling he likes you. And you’re not opposed to it.

“It really is,” Juyeon agreed cheerfully. “Look, I have to go celebrate with my family, I just wanted to say hi. But hey…there’s this end of the year party on Saturday, and I was wondering if you wanted to go with me.”

And your suspicions were right. You think about it for a moment. You’re not the biggest party person, anyone knows that, but Juyeon is sweet and just what you need, so you accept eagerly. It doesn’t take long for the two of you to exchange numbers and for him to promise to send you more details before he runs off. And through your excitement, you know you still have to go meet with San who’s probably waiting for you just outside. He wanted to see you as soon as you finish your exams, and you didn’t have the heart to decline.

“Congratulations on finishing your last exam, YN!” San cheers as soon as you exit the college building. “I’m so proud of you!”

You’re too tired to complain when San sweeps you up into a hug, just letting yourself relax in his firm arms. After all this work, you think you’ll let yourself indulge in his affection. “Thanks, Sanah. I appreciate it.” You let your chin rest on his broad shoulder, closing your eyes and letting the exhaustion take over you. “Can I go to bed now?”

You hear him chuckle, the vibrations from his chest comforting you. “Yeah, yeah. We can celebrate later. Come on.”

He tugs you all the way to your apartment, dropping you on the couch and quickly curling right up next to you. You can’t bring yourself to care. “I’m proud of you,” he repeats into your hair as he tucks your head into his neck. Your eyes flutter shut.

When you reopen them, it’s bordering on evening. San is no longer wrapped around you, and you can hear him moving about in the kitchen. “San,” you call out, voice raspy from having just woken up. “What are you doing?”

“Ah, I’m making dinner,” he responds, his voice too warm for your liking, your heart beating just a little faster. “Come and eat.”

With a bit of difficulty, you rise from the couch and move to the kitchen, taking a seat at the counter. “Japchae? When did you learn how to cook this?”

San chuckles. “Wooyoung taught me the other day because he was bored. I figured it’d be a nice surprise for you after all your hard work.”

Your lips twitch, unsure if you should smile or pout. “That’s sweet. Thank you again, San.”

As you start eating the noodles (there’s a little too much sesame but you don’t have the heart to tell San that), San clears his throat. “So…I promised to take you to a party.”

You vaguely remember this conversation. “Ah, yeah. What did you have in mind?”

“There’s this end of the year party, it’s supposed to be the biggest one, hosted by Jackson Wang.”

“Ah–” you shake your head, eyes apologetic. “I promised someone else I’d go with them. I didn’t know that was the party you wanted to take me to. Maybe we can do something else on a different day?”

San’s lips turn downward the slightest bit. “That’s okay. There are other parties. Who invited you, by the way?” His tone is casual, and yet you still feel like you’re walking into the lion’s den.

“Ah, Lee Juyeon from college. I think he’s in Hongjoong’s philosophy department, but he’s a year behind. He’s cute so I figured I’d give it a try.”

“It’s a date?” Your brows furrow at the heaviness in San’s voice but you pay it no mind and nod. “I see. Well, have fun.”

The rest of the dinner is filled with silence, San picking at his food and you in no mood to try and dissect his mood. He takes your empty bowl and starts doing the dishes, and you mumble out a thank you before running back to your room. He’s clearly not willing to talk more and it’s best to give him space.

As you lay in bed, you can’t help but worry about what is so grating on his mind after you mentioned your date. You can’t think of anything that would cause him to be angry—as far as you’re aware he has no grudges against Lee Juyeon, much less met him. Shaking your head, you try and fall asleep. It’s best not to dwell on it, you can just ask him tomorrow.

-

It’s Saturday, and you’re in a foul mood. San hasn’t spoken to you in the four days leading up to the party, avoiding you like there’s no tomorrow. The only saving grace comes in the form of Juyeon’s excited texts, telling you all about his outfit for the party, and you respond with matching enthusiasm. When you meet with Juyeon in front of the large house where the party is held, the thought of San isn’t even on your mind. Instead, you just take Juyeon’s offered hand and follow him into the party.

You weave through the bodies, reaching the counter where shots are being passed around. “Want vodka or tequila?” Juyeon asks, his voice pitching higher to be heard over the bass. Without answering him, you just reach for the bottle of tequila, pouring the two of you shots. “Good choice,” Juyeon laughs, throwing his head back as he downs the alcohol, you following suit shortly.

“You know, I never pegged you for a college party fan,” you lean in, laughing. “Maybe I should hang out with you more.”

Juyeon chuckles, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Maybe you should. I know great party-throwers. Although I’ve heard you’ve been to your fair share, what being San’s friend and all.”

You shake your head, a smile on your face. “Maybe at first, but you know, organic chemistry isn’t an easy major to balance with a party life.”

Juyeon laughs loudly, bumping you with his hip. “I understand the pain. Philosophy falls into that category of majors too. Another shot?”

You take the second shot happily, letting the alcohol burn through your veins as you stumble alongside Juyeon’s wandering through the crowd. Whatever you’re doing is a blur, all you can focus on is Juyeon’s smile and his warm hand holding yours.

It feels like barely a moment has passed when Juyeon pulls you into a nearly empty room of couches, only a few other couples lingering in the corners. “I hope you’ve been enjoying yourself,” Juyeon starts, his eyes sparkling as he takes in your appearance. “It’s been fun hanging out.”

“I did too,” you agree with a small smile, looking up at him through your lashes.

He leans in, and you lean in, and your lips brush. It’s a sweet kiss, one that you lean into as Juyeon wraps his arms around your waist. It’s warm and you smile into it. And then a familiar face pops into your head. You wonder to yourself how San would kiss you, if he would do it as sweetly as Juyeon or if he would devour your lips like it was his last meal.

When Juyeon pulls away for air, you feel guilt burning in your stomach again. Why would you think of other men when Juyeon’s right here in front of you? As Juyeon leans in to kiss you again, you almost move back before a hand grips your shoulder and pulls you into a broad chest.

“Hey, man, I’m going to have to talk to YN if you don’t mind.” You’d recognise your best friend’s voice anywhere, and it only serves to fill you with annoyance. Sure, you weren’t as into Juyeon’s kisses as you expected, but it doesn’t mean you’re thrilled to be interrupted by the man who’s been ignoring you.

Juyeon takes one look at San, and something changes in his eyes. A mix of reluctance and acceptance, and with a short nod and smile towards you, he slips away from you. You turn to San, frowning at the sharpness in his narrowed eyes, not one you’re used to seeing or enjoy seeing. “Why would you kiss him?” he spits, and your annoyance grows with confusion being added to the mix.

“What do you mean, ‘why kiss him’? I told you, San, I was on a date. Why the fuck did you interrupt us?”

“I like you.” Those three words would be a dream for you to hear from his mouth…if you weren’t so pissed.

“No, fuck that. I do not need to hear that from you right now. Not when I was enjoying my night with Juyeon. What was confessing supposed to do for you, San? It’s too late now. I wanted to enjoy this party, and now I have to go apologise to Juyeon for you.” San opens his mouth to speak, but you shake your head, pushing him away from you.

You leave San standing by himself as you search for Juyeon, your mood immediately souring. Why would he fucking do this to you? You can feel tears burning your eyelids and you abandon your search for Juyeon, searching instead for some liquor to take away your embarrassment.

As you pour yourself another shot of tequila, you notice a familiar face, Hongjoong talking to a girl you recognise as someone he hangs out with sometimes. They look like they’re getting it on and you feel a little bad, but you need his advice. “Hey, Kim Hongjoong!” you call out to him, waving him over. Hongjoong’s eyes brighten and he makes his way over, leaving the girl staring after him longingly, but her attention is soon taken away by two other guys. You recognise one of them from the cafeteria but you don’t remember his name.

“Hey, YN, what’s up? I didn’t expect to see you here, did San take you?” Your face falls and Hongjoong realises he stepped into dangerous territory. “Okay, what happened?”

-

“I can’t believe San is mad at me for kissing someone at the party,” you groan after explaining to Hongjoong the events leading up to now. “Sure, maybe it wasn’t the best move on my part but he’s had like, twenty million one-night stands, and yet I can’t kiss someone else? He hasn’t even talked to me after I mentioned going on a date. And yet he looked positively murderous after he saw me kissing that other guy.”

Hongjoong tilts his head, confused. “Isn’t that what you wanted, though? You like him.”

“I did! I do! But I’m so sick of waiting around for him, and I could’ve had a chance at liking someone else. He’s all over the place, and I don’t know if that’s what I want in a man.” You’re lying to both Hongjoong and yourself, and Hongjoong knows it, raising an eyebrow.

“Honestly, YN, it just sounds like you need to talk to him.” Hongjoong crosses his arms, tapping his foot and eager to back to the girl was with, but also not wanting to ditch you in your time of need. You feel a little bad for pulling him away, but your mind is swirling with so many thoughts, you don’t know if you can sort them out by yourself and drinking to erase those thoughts is not something you like to do. You’re not San.

And speak of the devil, you smell his familiar cologne before his hand lands on your shoulder and pulls you into his chest. You whirl around out of his grip and glare at him. “Get off me,” you snap. “I’m in the middle of a conversation right now, Choi San.”

With one glance at Hongjoong, he raises his hands and winks at you. “Have that talk, YN. It’ll do you more good than harm.”

Oh, you’re going to kill that traitor after the party. You turn your attention back to San, your mouth twisted into a frown. “You make this quick or else.”

San has the decency to look a little ashamed as his eyes shake. “Can we talk on the patio? It’s too loud in here.”

With a dramatic sigh, you grab his wrist and pull him through the crowd to the back door, practically slamming it behind you. You can see the eyes of people interested in the drama through the windows but you pay it no mind. “Speak. You get five minutes before I go back in and you don’t talk to me again for the rest of the night.”

San’s face falls and his lips pull into a pout. But no matter how subconsciously adorable he is, you refuse to fall for his charms this time. The heat of anger is still curling in your gut when you think about the argument from earlier. “YN, come on, I had a good reason.”

You shake your head, ignoring the strands of hair that fall into your eyes. “No, San. Confessing to me is not a good reason to fuck up my night. You didn’t even apologise. You’ve been ignoring me for days after I mentioned my date, and the moment I kiss Juyeon you get all angry and jealous? Be for real.” You pause for breath, glaring daggers into his eyes. “You are not owed my time, especially after that shit you pulled. Yeseul’s jealousy is why you broke up with her, so why are you like this to me?”

San’s gaze intensifies and you can see him actively trying to reign in his temper. Although he does his best to remain calm, if tempers are rising, he can be intense. “YN, what was I supposed to do? Watch you go out with him? Watch you slip from my fingers just like that?”

“Yes!” you all but scream at him. “If I could sit by and let Yeseul take each little bit of your heart, you could’ve done the same! I was going to be happy, San! I wouldn’t have to sit behind and watch you from the sidelines with my heart slowly cracking. But I don’t get that same courtesy.”

You step forward, poking his chest with a finger as you let loose your storm of thoughts. In your anger, you don’t even notice San’s arm moving until it wraps around your waist and pulls you into him. The action shocks you enough that you stop mid-sentence, your finger still pressing into San’s flesh. “You love me?” San leans in, his nose brushing against yours.

You can feel heat flare up in your face as you stare wide-eyed at him. It takes you a moment to register your compromising position and you stumble back, pushing at his chest. “Don’t do that,” you hiss, turning your eyes away. “I don’t like you, San. Not anymore.”

“You’re lying.” San’s voice is firm. “Look at me in the eyes and tell me you don’t like me anymore.”

You don’t know where you got it from. You’ve never been good at lying, not to San. Maybe it was the alcohol burning through your system, mixing with the shame and anger you feel. But this time, you stare him directly in the eye and say the four words that might’ve been the biggest lie in your life. “I don’t like you.” San’s brows furrow and he shakes his head.

“No–”

“Yes, San. You cannot just waltz around and expect me to keep the patience I had for you. I’m sick of being pulled around like a puppet. Maybe at first you didn’t know. But refusing to give me space when I asked for it?” You shake your head, glancing back at the party. “I’m going back in. We can talk about the apartment lease later.”

Without glancing back, you re-enter the house. And maybe it hurts a little that he doesn’t go after you, but at this point, you’re too numb and all you want to do is go home and cry. But home is not an option, not when it would probably be the first place he would look for you. Fighting back the tears threatening to fall from your eyes, you slide into your car, staring blankly at the wheel for a long moment until you feel composed and sober enough to drive.

And drive you certainly do. You’re not quite sure where you’re going, and you’re plenty aware that this is a bad idea, but you just let yourself go around and calm yourself down first. The crisp breeze paired with the warm spring air does wonders to clear your head and paired with the late times, there are not too many cars out. It’s peaceful.

You’re not too sure how long you were out, but it’s long enough for the blurry memory of the argument to clear and you groan, pulling over to park by the side of the road and let your head hit the steering wheel. You went too far. San had always been the more emotional of you two, always wearing his heart on his sleeve. He must’ve had a hard time with Yeseul, and although it doesn’t excuse him, you never gave him a chance to properly apologise.

With a sigh, you check your phone to see five missed calls and twenty texts from San asking where you are. He somehow even got your neighbours (a sweet couple in their twenties who babysit Byeol sometimes) to ask you if you’re okay. As your finger hovers over the call button, debating whether to call him back, bright headlights shine behind your car and you stiffen. Your hand hovers over the pepper spray you keep in the dash as you press the call button in a panic. No matter what the disagreement was about, you know San would still come to your aid if you needed it.

“YN, open the door. I’ve been worried sick!” San’s voice crackles through the receiver and you spin around in your seat, squinting at the figure standing behind your car and your shoulders sag in relief.

“God, San, you scared the shit out of me!” you scold, leaning over to unlock the passenger seat and push the door open while hanging up the call. “Get in here.”

A haggard-looking San slides in, his eyes red-rimmed and mouth pressed into a thin line. The car that drove him turns and you look back in confusion before San starts explaining. “I wanted to give you space so I stayed at the party,” he starts explaining after a moment. “But I got worried and went to the apartment to find you. But you weren’t there, and I asked all your friends. I’m lucky you left your location on, and my friend gave me a ride.”

You wince. You forgot about turning off your location, although you’re glad you didn’t as it would’ve been more dangerous otherwise. “I’m sorry,” you mumble, turning your eyes to look out the windshield. “I just needed to clear my head so I went for a drive.”

There’s a long period of suffocating silence between the two of you when San finally speaks, his voice quiet. “I’m sorry,” he starts and your head snaps towards him, eyes wide. Of all the things you expected to fall from his lips, an apology is not one of those things. Not tonight, at least. “I was too pushy. I shouldn’t have ignored you, or interrupted your time with Juyeon. I should’ve talked to you like an adult.”

You laugh, resting your head on the steering wheel. “What an astute observation, San. However did you come to that conclusion?” Your exasperation is evident in your tone and San sucks in a breath at how done you seem. “Look, San. I’m sure you didn’t mean it to be that bad. But I’m just…tired. I’m tired of always wondering what is running through your mind, where I am in your list of importance. You date Yeseul, but break up with her over me. You give me the cold shoulder when I go on a date, but suddenly me being on a date is unacceptable. I just don’t know how to take anything.”

Against your will, tears start to drop onto your thighs, streaking down the skin and you sniff. “Shit,” San panics beside you. “I didn’t mean to make you cry.” He hands you a tissue and you take it with shaking hands, pressing your face into it as San tugs you closer, guiding you to lean against him.

He repeats soft little ‘sorry’s and leans his head atop yours, his tears falling onto your hair. The two of you stay in this position for a long while, no words are needed to understand the emotional moment.

“Let’s go home, YN,” San mumbles, his voice vibrating deep in your heart. “Let’s go home and we can talk tomorrow.”

You sniff again, tears run dry as you sit up and wipe your eyes. “Okay,” you whisper out. “Let’s go home.”

San stays attached to you throughout the drive home, his hand gripping onto your own hand whenever he can, and quickly wrapping you into a back hug as you walk up to the apartment. “I…cuddle with me tonight?” you ask, eyes flitting away from his face, missing the brilliant smile that spreads across it.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he hums, walking with you to his room, and he lets you slide in first, the smell of his detergent filling your mind and your eyelids flutter shut already. San crawls in next to you, pulling you close.

“Good night, YN,” San mumbles as your breathing evens out. As you drift off into sleep, you swear you feel his soft lips on your forehead but you dismiss it as wishful thinking.

-

When you reawaken, San’s still curled up, your body covered by his, his breathing slow and gentle. You can’t help but blink a couple of times to make sure it isn’t a dream when his arms tighten around your waist and he shifts. “YN?” His morning voice is as rough as always, rumbling low in his chest.

“Hey, Sanah,” you greet him quietly, leaning up to meet his eyes blinking slowly at you like a cat’s. “Good morning.”

“Hi.” He dips his head to nuzzle into your neck, breathing in your scent. “I should probably explain myself.” His voice vibrates against your neck and you giggle softly at the ticklish feeling.

“That would be nice.”

San huffs, but he can’t complain about your snark. “I like you, YN. I don’t know when I started to, and I definitely didn’t realise I did until I started dating Yeseul. I did like her, but not as deeply as I thought I did. It was so easy to break up with her as soon as she made me pick between you and her. The answer came to me without a doubt in my mind as soon as the question left her lips, and yet I still didn’t realise my true feelings.” He laughs self-deprecatingly, and you stroke his hair comfortingly. “I didn’t realise why I was so pissed about you going out with Juyeon, and that’s why I was avoiding you. It’s a stupid reason, I know. But I just didn’t know why, not until I saw you at the party kissing him. I just wanted to be there instead of you. And I’m sorry, and I understand if you don’t like me anymore, but–”

“I love you.”

His head snaps up to stare at you after your sudden declaration, and after he registers your words a smile spreads across his face. He puffs out a breathy chuckle and you know his answer before he even says it. “I love you too.”

His eyes shine like you’ve hung the stars in the skies, and when they flit down to your lips, you know an unspoken question when you see it. You lean forward slowly, letting your eyes close once more when your lips meet his.

And damn, you were right about how San kisses. In a second, he deepens the kiss, bringing his hands up to cup your face while his tongue swipes at your lips. Shyly, you part your lips and he dives right in, licking into your mouth and biting at your lips.

“Sanah,” you gasp into his mouth, the sound swallowed by his plush lips. “Sanah–”

You repeat his name like a prayer as his lips travel down to your neck, littering wet kisses and bite marks all over your sensitive skin. “Fuck, baby, you’re so sweet to me,” San moans against your body. “Please, please, let me treat you right, make it up to you. Let me worship you.”

You whine as he laves his tongue over your breasts spilling out of the crop top you had worn last night. Any other time you would’ve stressed at how gross the clothes were but right now you could hardly even think about it. “Fuck, yes, please,” you beg when San nips at your cleavage, leaving a mark.

“Ah, already begging for me,” San groans, his hips pressing into your legs. “You’re so perfect.” His voice grows whiney as his sucks on your nipples, making your back arch.

His kisses move down your body until his breath is ghosting over your stomach and his hands are pawing at your pants, shoving them down as quickly as he can. He doesn’t have the same amount of minimal patience for your panties, and before you can react, he’s ripped them off your legs. “Choi San!” you scold, shifting to try and sit up but his grip on your hips stops you from moving too far.

“I’ll buy you a new pair,” San promises before diving right in and sucking at your clit without another moment’s hesitation. Your hips jerk and your core tightens at the sudden feeling as you throw your head back and moan so loudly it’s bordering on a scream

His ministrations on your dripping cunt have you wordless. His fingers are pressing into your hip bones, the sensation making you squirm. As soon as his tongue breaches your clenching hole your hands fly down to grasp at his hair. “Fuck–” you squeal, your legs attempting to close but San just pushes them apart again, busying himself in your folds.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” San groans, the vibrations sending shivers up your spine as he lets his teeth scrape against your clit. You can hardly focus on anything at the barrage of sensations filling you up, San fucking his tongue into you so well. Your thighs are shaking as you can feel yourself grow wetter and wetter against his face.

When you tilt your head down, he meets your eyes as he moves one of his hands to push a finger into your hole. “Shit–” your grip on his hair tightens impossibly. “Sanah–”

“Come for me, love,” San groans, and you let the dam break, screaming out his name until your voice is hoarse, and San licks up your release through it all.

When he finally pulls away from your twitching and sensitive core, his lips are covered in your glistening slick, thick globs of it sitting pretty on his chin. Without thinking, you pull him down and crash your lips against his, tasting yourself on his tongue. San groans as you lick his face clean, shoving your tongue deep into his mouth.

“Fuck, I need to fuck you right now or else I think I might go insane,” San growls, blindly fumbling in his nightstand to pull out a condom as he shoves down his sweats to reveal his hard, red cock. Without another thought, he opens the pack with his teeth, rolling the latex down his length with ease thanks to the precum dribbling down it.

He lines up, the tip of it kissing your hole, when you groan. You’re much too impatient for this, reaching down and holding him steady as you shift your body to sink onto his thick cock. “Shit, YN,” San grits out as you take him deeper and deeper until your cunt kisses his crotch. “You’re too much.”

You pant, shifting on his cock as you try to get used to the stretch. He’s not the longest you’ve had, but he’s thick and the stretch is almost too much. “You’re fucking talking, you fill me up so fucking well, Sanah.” You hiss as you throw your head back, the stinging melting into pleasure. “Fuck me already, San. Or should I go and find Juyeon to–”

You’re cut off by San thrusting into you so violently that you swear the bed shakes. “I don’t want to hear that fucking name out of your mouth anymore,” San commands, leaning forward until his body weight pins you down and your eyes roll back as he starts fucking into you with short, quick thrusts.

With every movement, you feel like you may break apart. You can hear every slick sound, the sound of it obscene, and yet all you want is more. Your previous release coats his cock so well, thick strings of it attaching to his hips.

His arms wrap around your waist, and before you can protest or do anything, he hoists you up until you’re sitting in his lap. You swear this angle makes him impale you even deeper, his cockhead kissing the perfect spot deep inside you. Your head drops to San’s shoulder, moaning against the fabric of his shirt. “Fuck, San, you’re so deep,” you moan high-pitched. “You’re so fucking good for me.”

San growls, pressing a kiss behind your ear. “You’re so tight for me, so much better than Yeseul. I saw you in the mirror, you know,” he whispers conspiratorially and you gasp and clench, snapping your head to look at him. “You’re not as sneaky as you thought, love. Did you touch yourself to the thought of me fucking you so well?”

You whine, words failing you, and San’s hips slow to a stop. You try your best to grind against him but his hands grip your waist, keeping you still. “Please–” you try to beg but San chuckles and nips at your earlobe.

“Answer me, YN.”

“Fuck– Yes!” you cry out, so eager for him to start moving again. “Wanted you to fill me with your cum so well until it was spilling out of me. Please, please, please, fuck me.”

“Hm.” And without any warning, San jerks his hips up into you, biting into your neck like a fucking vampire and you scream, hips stuttering as you come on his cock. You don’t think you’re making any coherent noises, just babbling into his neck as your bones become jelly from the overstimulation.

If you thought the sounds were obscene before, you swear they’ve become ten times worse as you lay limp against San’s body. He’s moving you up and down his cock like a doll and you pant, squeezing your eyes shut as you still feel aftershocks from your orgasm.

“Shit, you’re so warm around me, I’m gonna come,” San moans in your ear, his rhythm breaking as he drops your weight on his cock. You can feel him twitching inside you as his teeth sink into your neck once more. “God, I want to fill you up so badly, but that’s just going to have to wait, my love.”

After a long moment, he pulls out, groaning at your come coating the condom and his thighs. Without thinking, he dips his fingers in the mess and brings it to his mouth, licking it off like it’s the most delicious thing in the world to him. “Come here, baby,” he says in that beautifully raspy voice, and you lean forward, meeting his lips in another kiss.

This kiss is sweet and soft, but the lingering taste of your shared releases still permeates your taste buds. You sigh, leaning your head against his shoulder as he lays against the wall with you in his arms.

“I’m sorry,” he apologises again, pressing another kiss to the top of your head and it’s almost like he hadn’t fucked you like it was your last day on earth. “I won’t ever leave you again.”

You hum, turning your head to pepper kisses over his neck freckles. “I should be the one saying that. I love you, San. And I’ll always run to you with no hesitation.”

[soombee]

ଳ⋆｡˚𖦹 caught in the current of you — 06 , chemistry or chemistry ?!

warnings ! suggestive joke!!!

word count , 956 / 0.9k words

don’t mind the times LOL I’M TOO LAZY TO CHANGE ANY OF TS

* ding ! — your laptop sounds

Subject: Chemistry Project Partnership Assignment

Good Morning YN,

I hope this email finds you well. As part of our ongoing efforts to encourage collaboration and critical thinking, I have assigned partners for the upcoming chemistry project. You have been paired with Donghyun Kim for an upcoming project.

Donghyun has consistently demonstrated strong analytical skills in class, and I believe his approach will complement your own strengths. This project is an excellent opportunity for both of you to exchange ideas and develop a comprehensive presentation together.

Please note that the project is due on the 19th of December, and I recommend setting up regular meetings to ensure steady progress. If you find yourself needing any assistance or have questions, don’t hesitate to reach out.

Best of luck with your project—I look forward to seeing what you both create!

Best regards,

Professor Lee

Chemistry Department

University of California, Irvine

“wait, who’s kim donghyun..?” you scratch your head, “hm lemme see if leehan knows heheheh definitely not an excuse to text him hehehhehehee”

4:45 pm — leehan’s house

you stood outside leehan’s door, shifting nervously from one foot to the other, clutching your laptop and notes. his house was warm and welcoming, the porch light casting a soft glow over the neatly potted plants lining the steps—he must really love nature. you raised your hand to knock, but before you could, the door swung open, and there he was—in a loose white tshirt and grey sweatpants that somehow made him look even more attractive

“dirty dirty mind..” — your mouth agape

“hi,” he greeted, stepping aside to let you in, his voice so low, “come in, you can set your stuff up in the living room or my room if you want”

his space was cozy, a mix of messy and organized—a sign of humanity. textbooks and random scribbled notes were stacked on the coffee table, while the faint smell of fresh coffee lingered in the air. you couldnt help but notice the personal touches scattered around—a framed photo of leehan and sangwon at a beach, a glass tank glimmering in the corner with vibrant little fishies darting around, and a blanket draped over the couch that looked so soft

he noticed your eyes lingering on the couch and giggled, hands motioning to the couch “you can sit there, ill go grab my notes”

as you settled in, you tried not to let your nerves show. it wasnt like this was the first time you’d worked on a project with someone…… but there was something about being here—in his space, with the quiet hum of the fish tank in the background and his cologne lingering in the air—that made your heart race

when he returned, he placed a cup of tea in front of you without a word and dropped onto the floor across from you, his laptop already open. he caught you staring, and for a brief moment, his brow lifted in quiet curiosity

you had come to his house with every intention of being productive—laptop charged, notes designed and organized in your folder. well, at first, you both were. the whiteboard he had set up next to the coffee table quickly filled with chemical diagrams, and the first thirty minutes were a flurry of brainstorming and collaborative problem-solving

but at some point, without either of you realizing it, the focus shifted

“okay, so if we combine that formula with…” you paused, trying to think of the next step, when leehan interrupted with a grin

“…me and u?” he jokes, leaning back and spinning the pen between his fingers

you laughed, shaking your head. “oh shut up, u can’t even focus on the project, what makes u think i’d like u stupid”

his jaw dropped in mock offense. “this is one time! and you’re distracting me!”

“oh forreal? how?”

leehan hesitated for just a beat too long before shrugging, a flicker of something unreadable in his expression “hmm.. we’ll never know!”

you snorted, deciding to let him off the hook, “uh huh… you’re an idiot”

the conversation continued off-topic from there, subtle flirting and teasing laughs filling the room. neither of you seemed to notice how the chemistry project lay abandoned between you, nor how the serious tone of the study session had softened into something lighter— i mean, it was still about chemistry…. your chemistry!

at one point, he leaned over to draw something on the edge of your notes, and his shoulder brushed yours. the touch was so casual you told yourself it meant nothing, but the faint warmth lingered, making you lose your train of thought

“look at that,” he said, pulling back to reveal his creation; a poorly drawn fish with exaggerated features

you laughed so hard you nearly fell off the couch, the fluffy blanket falling on the floor, “that’s supposed to be a fish? for someone who loves them, i thought you’d do them more justice than whatever that is”

leehan grinned, clearly pleased with your reaction “you’re so mean, drawing is hard, okay!!”

you both dissolved into laughter again, your voices echoing softly through the space

it wasnt until much later, when the sky outside had darkened and the faint glow of the streetlights seeped through the curtains, that you both noticed how little youd actually accomplished

“wait…” you said, staring at the clock then back at leehan, “did we even finish the hypothesis..?”

leehan blinked at the whiteboard, which had somehow ended up filled with doodles instead of equations. “uhhhmmm…”

“it’s fiiinnneeee… we have a month left..” you defend your lack of work, it was all worth it— for the subtle teasing, the laughter, and, most importantly, the time you spent with leehan

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Idek where this is going but ik one thing tho!

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[purplephantomwolf]

Love in Motion

Chapter One

Synopsis: Lydia gets a wrong number text from Lando Norris.

Note: This is not an accurate portrayal of how the real people in this act. I do not know them personally, so I will not be portraying them accurately.

Warnings for this chapter: None

Next chapter: Chapter Two

Masterlist

April 4, 2022

12:30pm

     I sigh, turning my attention away from my organic chemistry professor to my laptop screen. I watch as the 20 best drivers in the world complete the last lap of the first race of the 2021 Formula 1 season. I just recently got into Formula 1, so I’m watching the 2021 season to get a feel for the sport. One of my best friends says the 2021 season is a great season to watch because of the fights between Max Verstappen and Lewis Hamilton. I silently cheer as my favourite driver, Lando Norris, finishes P4. I look up at the clock and see that it’s only 12:30. Still 35 minutes left of class, I think. I let out a little audible sigh, turning back to my laptop. I move on to watching qualifying for the first Italy grand prix of the 2021 season. I have just clicked play when I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I grab it and see a text message from an unknown number. 

Unknown number: Did you make it home from the club okay?

Me: *One image attached* Considering I’m currently in a chemistry lecture, I think you may have been given the wrong number. I’m sorry.

     I send a picture of my view of my professor, laptop, and notes to the unknown number. 

Unknown number: Oh, thank you! I’m sorry for bothering you!

Unknown number: Hang on, are you watching Formula 1 while in lecture?

Me: It’s okay! Also, yes I am watching Formula 1 while in lecture. I’d rather be learning about Formula 1 than boring organic chemistry. Also, why are you texting someone about getting home from the club okay? It’s 12:30 pm?

Unknown number: It’s currently 2:30 am for me. I was attempting to text a girl I was talking to at the club, but it looks like she gave me the wrong number. 

Me: Oh, that makes sense. Wait, where are you that’s 14 hours ahead of me? Also, I’m sorry about the whole wrong number thing. That really sucks. Unless she gave you the wrong number cause you’re a creep. Then you deserve it. 

Unknown number: I’m currently in Melbourne, Australia. And I wasn’t being a creep! At least, I don’t think so. I hope not at least. I try my best to not be a creep. 

Me: Alright, that’s good. I doubt you were being a creep. And Australia? Jeez, that’s so far from me. I’m in Minnesota, United States.

Unknown number: That's only a little far from Australia. 

Me: Yeah, it’s going to be not fun to watch the F1 race this weekend, but staying up is so worth it to see the race live.

Unknown number: Big fan of the sport? 

Me: Yeah, I am. I just recently got into it, so I’m watching the 2021 season to learn everything I can. I’m also attempting to watch all the qualifying and races live.

Unknown number: Oh cool. That’s got to be tiring Considering most of the races are in Europe. Waking up early every day of the weekend must suck. 

Me: I mean, yeah. It kinda sucks, but it’s not too bad. I’m not waking up super early unless it’s races in places like Japan and Australia. The earliest I have to wake up is like 6 for other races. That’s not too bad though. 

Unknown number: Oh, that’s not too bad then! Which team do you support?

Me: Well, there’s not a specific team I really support. If I have to choose one, it would be Ferrari, probably followed by Red Bull. I support drivers more than I support teams really. 

Unknown number: Okay, then who are your top three drivers?

Me: That is a hard decision to make for 2 and 3. Lando Norris is for sure my number one driver, but I have like 5 drivers tied for second and then 5 tied for third. I made a tier list one time lol

Unknown number: Okay, so what’s the tier list then? I’m curious

Me: The people within each tier are in no particular order. So it goes 1. Norris 2. Verstappen, Leclerc, Gasly, Ricciardo, Sainz 3. Schumacher, Albon, Stroll, Vettel, Tsunoda 4. Bottas, Guanyu, Ocon, Russell, Hamilton 5. Latifi, Magnussen, Perez, Alonso

Unknown number: Hmm, interesting. So do you dislike tier 5 then?

Me: No, I don’t dislike any drivers. Unless you count past drivers *cough* Mazespin *cough* Tier 1 is my all time favourite. Tier 2 are ones I also support a bunch, but are not my all time favourite. Tier 3 are ones I support, but not much as tier 2. Tier 4 are ones I support some. Tier 5 are ones I don’t support at all. 

Unknown number: That’s a funny nickname for Mazepin. But why don’t you like him?

Me: I’m not sure. I just get a weird vibe from him. 

Unknown number: Interesting. But I get what you’re saying. Can I ask why Lando is your favourite? My favourite is Carlos. 

Me: Sure! Lando is my favourite because of his personality, humor, and how he speaks out about mental health. I really struggle with depression and anxiety, so having such a public figure speak out about it is amazing. Also helps that he’s got the boy next door charm. That’s definitely my type lol.

Unknown number: Ahh, okay! Those are good reasons to like him! Now, I feel weird talking to a nameless person. Can I ask you what your name is?

Me: My name is Lydia. Can I ask what your name is?

Unknown number: Lydia, that’s a pretty name. My name is Luke. 

Me: Nice to meet you, Luke. 

     I look up when I hear a commotion around me. I see that my classmates are packing their things and leaving. Wow, time really flew by talking to this stranger. I put my phone down and quickly pack my things. I sling my backpack over my shoulder and head out. I feel my phone vibrate with a text again. I see that it’s Luke again. 

Luke: Nice to meet you too, Lydia. 

[cowboy-robooty]

Hi Robooty!

How are you? How are your classes going? I hope they are going well!

I was wondering what's a favorite headcanon you have of Germany? And what's your least favorite Germany headcanon?

Anyways have a lovely day! -🪞🪽🪷

HELLO!!!!!!!! Omg. I'm going to die. Organic chemistry be so bad. Fuck my baka life. Me when I have to make money by working too..... and attend my professors office hours because somehow within 10 weeks i need to make them like me enough to write me a letter of recommendation (need to collect these to apply for summer research internships).... im going to die bro. But i've also been having a lot of fun too!! shout out to Golden Kamuy and Dandadan for getting me through this. and ishowspeed

Hm.... favorite headcanon... hard to choose... maybe it's that one post I made that in any human au as a child he was a famous kid for an advertisement and his actor career never went anywhere but its like a really fucked up fact about him that everyone is surprised to hear... or that he schedules everytime he jerks off and has a time slot for it in his schedule.... or that he has white hairs but they aren't noticable because his hair is such a pale yellow... or that for a really long time he would always take his pants off all the way when using the public urinal because Prussia taught him to and he only learned wayyy too late that he shouldn't do that (learned because America slapped his ass and made his penis hit against the urinal wall and it made him really upset). I need to draw a comic for the last one actually I made that one up right now. I'm so indecisive! Sorry >_<

As for least favorite headcanon..................................... oh my fucking lord. I can't say a lot of things because I dont want to attract evil to my house but jesus fucking komaeda I think England, America, and Germany fans are cancer, aids, and bubonic plague of this goddamn fandom (in that order). GOD SAVE THE INU! But I think... generally speaking, I can't fucking stand people who think Germany is a pillow princess or feminine submissive or has cute style autism or ANY OF THAT GAY SHIT. I shot someone to death before for tryna say germany is a "pillow princess" in my inbox like that shit was so foul and braindead i sat down and tried to imagine what could possibly go wrong for someone to be born and grow up and then think this way. Not even the motherfucking zodiac killer could decipher a mind like that. Call them the riddler the way they be an Ed Nygma. Germany is not a submissive breedable cute bottom and everyone who thinks he is should be barred from participating in any psychological study because their brain does not represent a human one in any capacity (maybe a caterpillar... or an earwig). He is an uke and UGLY about it. If you told him to wear a dress he'd say it's girly and not want to do it. He would not wear cat ears willingly or ten thousand other things because HE WOULD SAY IT'S GAY. AND LIKE ACTUALLY SAY THAT FOR REAL IN THE DUB HE'D GO "no zats kind of gay." YOU CAN HEAR IT RIGHT??! I could write a whole lot more, but I should be working on my lab report lol and something like this should be saved for a separate post one day.

Thanks for asking how I'm doing!! ^u^ It makes me happy to recieve an ask like this (even though I never answer anything ever... im so sorry everybody... please keep sending asks okay if you keep shooting one day you'll hit). I hope you're having a wunderbar day too my sweet little prince *heart emoji*!

[kidflashimpulse]

Same anon who commented ab Jaime getting kicked outta class. At first I thought you were writing about his class being a first yr med school. Re-reading it though.

I did the pre-med version of biochemistry at my school. There were a few twenty-so student sized classes, but not much. I’m imagining that Bart and Jaime got in trouble either bc it was a relatively small sized class or Jaime and Bart’s voices escalated during their talking. A lot of my classes had labs attached and I’m just curious what would happen differently if Bart were to show up at one of Jaime’s lab sections, say, for organic chemistry.

Where eating is a huge no-no in labs (at least for bio and chem) and you have to be in appropriate gear (aka lab coat, glasses, gloves). Imagining Jaime’s constructing some elaborate chemistry set-up and raccoon!Bart pops up next to him like “you’ve been ignoring my texts” in a T-shirt.

Aka how quicker Jaime would’ve been booted out of the lab (or Bart at least). Or both since my school had lab partners for the more complex stuff,

yeah i would’ve made jaime lose his shit way more if it were first year med school because can u imagine LOL my god 😭 there goes the legions chances of ever catching up to Lor

i had one of those bigger classes in mind like a lecture hall ! so yeah it was because their voices had (embarrassingly for the two) had escalated to that point 😂

it’s the type of class that has lab associated to it, but that wasn’t how that lesson was going to start so maybe bart (and jaime) got lucky lol though i can imagine bart showing up in a lab coat he stole from the other students with protective gear and jaime being paired with him against his will lmfao meanwhile the others r stressing that someone stole their shit 💀 if jaime wasn’t going to be the victim, someone else was, so really it was for the greater good that bart stole his donut

[fossildustwriter]

Study Partner

Pairing. University!Doyoung x Y/N | Genre. Fluff, Study Partner to Friends to Lovers?? | Word Count. 1.9k

Summary. You’re struggling in your class and ask your professor to recommend a classmate to help you study.

Content Warnings. None! Just sugary fluff.

Author's Note. This was my first ever fanfic. I’m not entirely satisfied with it, but I don’t know what else to do, lol. I don’t even know if I’m doing this correctly or anything, so please give me feedback if it was hard to read, if the pacing was off, or anything I could have done differently!

Today was like any other school day. Classes ended and you had a ton of work to accomplish ahead of you. It never made sense to you that students still had so much to study for after midterms were over. You gathered your things from your last class and made your way to the library to study. 

A ping came up from your phone as you were heading over.

Doyoung: Studying today?

You stared at the text from your friend. Your study partner, actually. He became your daily study partner right before the first midterm, months ago. You were struggling to comprehend any of the coursework this quarter and it had you frustrated. You rarely struggled with academics. In your diligence, you asked the instructor to recommend someone to help you study for the upcoming exam after getting dismal grades on the last two quizzes. Doyoung was the calm, attentive student that was recommended to you. You knew him from high school and saw him often in your university courses. He was always sitting right in the front of the class, silently taking notes, with that incredible posture that you always admired. Taking a seat behind him, as class started, you planned to ask him to study as soon as class ended. ‘When did my shoulders become so slumpy?’, you thought to yourself, staring at his perfect posture.

You explained your situation in desperation, noting that the teacher had recommended him as a study partner.Asking him to help you study was a huge compliment for him. He knew that helping you study wouldn’t take long at all. He saw you as the bright and ambitious girl from high school that had to have the perfect score. In fact, he was surprised that you hadn’t grasped the course concepts before the course even started. You always made school look so effortless, especially in high school. Doyoung never saw you study, but you always had amazing grades, from what he could gather.

You both agreed to study in the library after classes. You had never studied in the library before taking this class. You always preferred to look over notes at home, but the library soon became your favorite place.

“It’s like a puzzle, if you think about it”, Doyoung explained.

“How is organic chemistry even remotely close to a puzzle?” you questioned. 

With some creative explanation about electrons and general chemistry rules, you came to understand the concepts that you were struggling with just a few weeks ago. You were thankful that his odd explanations helped you think about the course differently.

Doyoung would always walk you home after studying for the day to make sure you got home safely, since you lived off campus. You weren’t sure what to make of it the first time he insisted, but you quickly learned that he was just the most polite person you had ever met. The first walks home were spent in silence, but small conversations revealed that you two had a lot in common. You found out that you both play the piano regularly, liked skateboarding, had a low tolerance to spicy foods, and many other similarities. Walks home the next few months were soon spent either excitedly conversing about interests or talking about deep subjects.

Your roommates noticed Doyoung slowly enter your life from the day you asked him to be your study partner. They would often tease you about your ‘sweetheart’ walking you home. You always laughed it off, thinking nothing of it, and insisting you were just classmates who became friends. You never spent time together outside of the library and walks home, so you didn’t think much of it. That definitely wasn't enough for your roommates.. Your roommates noticed a shift in nature whenever you were around Doyoung. They couldn’t blame you, he was tall, handsome, polite, and smart. One of your close roommates, Kira, even begged you to date him even if you didn’t like him because she knew your parents would approve from the small interactions she had with him. You always scoffed when she brought it up, insisting that you didn't think of him in that way. Kira never told you that you always had the biggest, dumbest smile on your face every time he called or texted you. She also never told you that you both would take the opportunity to indulge in long looks at each other’s faces whenever either of you talked.

You straightened your back walking to the library, still staring at your phone, smiling.

Y/N: Always. Meet you at the library?

You sent. A reply came back immediately.

Doyoung: I’ll be here. The usual spot.

He’ll be there. At the usual spot. Reading the words sent your stomach aflutter. Was that excitement, or were you just hungry? You shrugged off the feeling and stopped by a nearby snack stand to grab some snacks for the both of you before heading to meet Doyoung at the library.

When you got to the library, you made your way to the second floor, where you and Doyoung had been studying every day for the past few months. You tossed your bag of snacks on the table as you took off your backpack. Your eyes unknowingly skimmed Doyoung’s figure as he was fixated on his laptop. ‘Cute’, you think. ‘Wait, what? No…’

“I think I was hungry, so I got us some snacks”, you say as you motion to the bag.

Doyoung looked from the bag to you, confused. “You…think you were hungry? Wouldn’t you know if you were or not?” He laughed.

You smiled and shrugged as you took your seat adjacent to him, carefully taking out your textbook and notes. 

“So..what are you working on?” you say, eyes finally meeting Doyoung’s face.

He didn’t look up from his laptop as he answered, “I… don’t have anything to study today, so I’m looking up how to make egg tarts.”  His eyes were fixated on his computer screen.

Your jaw dropped as you stared at him. He had nothing to study for? When you had all of this work to finish? “How is that possible? We were assigned a huge project last week and we just started a new chapter”, you questioned.

“Hm, I had some free time, so I worked on it over the weekend.” His eyes were still glued to the computer, scrolling and clicking. Doyoung knew he could have put off his project, but that would mean he would actually have to focus. The last few weeks, he had been unable to complete any studying with you. Doyoung had developed an unfamiliar sensitivity to your presence. You just smelled so nice, looked so nice, and sounded so nice, that it would block him from all productivity. He looked forward to every conversation with you, every walk home, and every “good morning” and “good night” text you would send him. Everything about you sent him into a frenzy, and he didn’t know what to do about it except for ignore it. You were beautiful, smart, and kind, and he couldn’t bring himself to even think of the idea that you would be interested in him.

You hum in understanding, your eyes taking the opportunity to look at him while he was preoccupied. Your eyes brush over his soft hair, his structured eyebrows, and long eyelashes. You take a slow, silent breath, eyes moving down the slope of his nose and onto his lips, which he was biting in concentration. 

You feel that pang of excitement in your stomach again, instinctively reaching for a snack in the bag, not removing your eyes from Doyoung.

“Is…Everything alright?” Doyoung says, suddenly. Eyes now locking onto yours, still biting his lip from concentrating earlier.  

You froze, eyes shifting from his lips to his eyes, your hand latching onto a chip bag loudly as your eyes met. 

“I… I…-” you stuttered.

“What is it? ” he says, looking at you questioningly..

“I… I think you should have this!” you say, shoving the chip bag into his chest, a soft blush forming on your cheeks.

He laughs as the bag hits his chest, “Thank you. These are my favorite.” He takes the bag from you and begins to open it while smiling to himself.

You stare at his wide, bright smile, and you melt into your seat. The fluttering feeling in your stomach returned again. Suddenly, you  realize the feeling that has been washing over you. 

Doomed. You’re doomed. You stare off at a bookshelf as you sink deeper in your seat. He was your friend! How could you suddenly realize feelings for him? How long have they been there? When did this start?! Was it today? A swarm of self-interrogations fill your head.

A few moments pass like this, and Doyoung takes notice of the doom written across your face. He glances at your untouched reading material.

“Can you..not study today?” Doyoung asks, glancing at you..

You nod, sighing quietly. Silence fell for a few moments too long.

Doyoung shifts in his seat to face you. “Did something happen?”

You shake your head, biting your lip saying, “I guess I am a bit distracted..” Your heart pounding in your ears as you look at Doyoung.

‘Distracted..? We are the only ones in the corner of this floor..She hasn’t been texting at all, she doesn’t even have her laptop out…Could it be..' Doyoung considers his next words carefully.

“To be honest…” he trails off, deciding if he should continue. He notices that you are looking at him expectantly.

‘Just do it, just say it. You’ll never know until you try it’ He lectures himself mentally, gathering the courage to tell you the truth.

“...I haven’t been able to study with you for the past 3 weeks”, he admits with a small laugh. Your eyes widen at him as he continues, “I’ve just been pretending and doing all my work at home. I figured it would happen again this week, so I did my work ahead of time. I guess I just like being together.”

Doyoung quickly eats a small chip from the bag mumbling, “I think…I don’t know. Would you only like to study with me? We could do something else, if that’s okay with you? I would really like to do other things with you. But totally understand if you prefer to study.” His ears start to turn a bright red.

You sit in silence, eyes wide, brain short-circuiting as you realize what is happening. ‘IS THIS A CONFESSION?!’ you yell in your mind.

“..What… should… we do…?” you ask, feeling the heat rise to your face as your eyes shift to an arbitrary space on the desk in front of you.

“I was thinking we could make egg tarts? After.. I… take you out on a date? …If that’s okay?” Doyoung suggests, a faint blush covering his cheeks.

Your heart was about to explode. Is this really happening? Has this ever happened to you before? You’ve never been on a date with anyone! You didn’t even know that Doyoung was interested in you until this moment. Although, all of your roommates probably could have called it weeks ago. You mentally yell at yourself to compose yourself while Doyoung nervously taps random letters on his keyboard as he looks at you, waiting for your answer.

You took a silent deep breath before replying, “I…would love that. When?”

Doyoung smiles the biggest smile you’ve ever seen. “Really? How about..this weekend? I need some time to prepare the best date you’ve ever been on.”

You smile back, blush covering your cheeks as you slowly reach across the desk for Doyoung’s hand. He reaches back gently, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb as he goes back to scrolling on his laptop.

You opt to forget studying entirely, scooting your chair over, looping your arm around DeYoung's like you always would during your walks home. You both look for the perfect egg tart recipe for you two to make.

[stars-tonight]

Hi! I love reading your other match ups, and am curious to see who you would match me up with! Can I use 🌸 as my emoji?

1) Long matchup please!

2) Romantic matchup

3) she/her/hers and I would like to be paired with a guy

4) My ideal partner is someone who values and prioritizes communication! I look for someone with a sense of humor that can take sarcasm and snarky remarks. I like someone who's responsible, but knows when to take it easy and have fun.

5) I'm an ambivert, but leaning towards introverted nowadays. I can be outgoing and friendly, but I definitely show my snarky side with closer friends. I love cooking for people, and I'm always labeled a mom friend. I'm a little scatter brained, and I could work on my organization for my personal life. On my days off, I enjoy going on little adventures into random nearby cities and finding little mom and pop shops or hole in the wall restaurants!

6) My long lasting hobbies include digital art, painting, gaming (Nier, League, and comfy games), and cooking new recipes. I have a tendency to try and pick new hobbies, but I drop them after a couple of months or so.

7) Physical touch and words of affirmation for giving, words of affirmation and quality time for receiving!

8) My ideal date would be an arcade or the aquarium.

9) My MBTI is INFP. When I find a movie or show that I love, I hyper fixate to a point where I memorize entire scenes and dialogue. My party trick is quoting the Muffin Man scene from Shrek, voices and all!

headcanons

🥛 kuroo is one of the best talkers in the series, and he definitely prioritizes communication in any relationship, romantic or not

🥛 he's also pretty snarky himself so you'd definitely have fun teasing each other

🥛 but he's also a responsible friend and captain (and student XD) so it's not like he's crazy all the time

🥛 i also believe kuroo is an ambivert or an extroverted introvert like you

🥛 while kuroo strikes me as the type of person to care for and take care of others, i doubt he can cook

🥛 so you'll probably end up cooking for him some time or another

🥛 he'll try to learn (he might be good at it because chemistry lol) though

🥛 i see him as either really good or really really bad

🥛 spontaneous city trips are totally up kuroo's alley, he's pretty relaxed and easygoing so it'd be easy for you two to just be like "hey wanna go explore" and then literally just leave

🥛 and since he's more on the spontaneous side you could definitely be like "hey wanna try a pottery class tomorrow" and if he's free he'd probably say yes

🥛 so kuroo definitely played video games a lot (especially as an elementary / middle schooler) because he was friends with kenma

🥛 so he'd totally be up for a cozy video game date with you, whether you like to play more action games or cozy games

🥛 he'd be a sucker for his partner's touches ngl

🥛 and yeah he'd be great at words of affirmation (although he secretly really likes it when you praise him too)

🥛 kuroo on an arcade date??? you'd have competitions about who can win the most games, get the best prizes, etc. etc.

🥛 and at an aquarium he'd probably be a little more chill (mimics dolphin noises to try to make you laugh)

🥛 omg and he'd love to see your impressions

🥛 would probably learn a scene just to act it out with you

runner up for you was sugawara kōshi!

A/N: hi 🌸anon! i hope you liked your matchup :)

[simolemons]

15 questions for 15 mutuals

Thank youu @cait-curious for tagging me!! (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

Are you named after anyone? From what I know, no. Pretty sure my name was randomly generated by my parents lol.

When was the last time you cried? I think it was while watching The Great. (Also I'm excited to watch S3!!!!)

Do you have kids? No, and I do not have any plans to have one in the future.

Do you use sarcasm a lot? I do, but mostly in my head lol. I usually hold back irl because I don't want to seem so snarky lol.

What sports do you play/have you played? A bit of basketball and volleyball on our Physical Education classes, which I both suck at. Oh and judo, too.

What’s the first thing you notice about other people? Their general vibe, like if they're someone that I'll like or be annoyed at hah.

Scary movies or happy endings? I'm a scaredy cat so happy endings, I guess. Just not corny ones.

Any special talents? Drawing/creating illustrations. But I'm relatively bad at it so 🤷‍♀️

Where were you born? In a city somewhere on the 7,641 islands of the Philippines.

What are your hobbies? Playing games, mainly Sims, watching streams or VODs, sketching, and reading.

Do you have any pets? Yes, we have 15 cats actually. I love them all but they can be a lot.

How tall are you? 5'0", I think. Yes, I'm a smol bean. But I bite so beware.

Fave subject in school? Back in high school, I really liked Organic Chemistry because I find it fascinating. In college, I'm gonna say Concept Art because I liked creating and experimenting with concepts. Sadly, I did terrible in that class bc of ✨burnout✨.

Dream job? Something where I'm surrounded by animals and nature. Or a job where I create art that I love and actually pays well??

Eye colour? Dark brown

Tagging @sim-songs @papermint-airplane @anamoon63 @box-of-sims @bool-prop @spaceapples98 @simstryingtheirbestok @happy-lemon @nectar-cellar @simspirations2 @satellite-sims @imaginary-sims @blackbriarsraven @kestrelteens @tsims, if you also want to answer these. Otherwise, feel free to skip! ✺◟( • ω • )◞✺

[aspiringtrashpanda]

(CONTINUED maybe we're back on track if I didn't mess up my text splitting pls don't eat a part tumblr, I THINK there's 5 if I counted right??? im so sorry OP you're an angel for putting up with me and I'm starting to think I didn't give you an adequate enough heads-up) This fic is my baby, it has grown up with me, I’m literally sending Leaf to College at one point to project that life on 🤣 hey Blue Oak did it, so can she. (but Highschool first, can’t convince me anyone with the education of a 4th grader (or 8th grader tech, Ash is 10, she's 14 Let's Go-style where he was born during "protagonist years") will be allowed to be a Champ who wants in on how to run a region and detective work) schooling is a bit different in Pokeverse, you take Uni classes for fun, don’t need two years of an AA or AS Degree. Pokémon Toxicology, BioDiversity and Medicine re: using their natural abilities VS Organic Chemistry ANY DAY + Law Student-like internships at the League to learn Champ duties + fun bonus of Lance doing extra and involving his League with the Interpol.) "Where do you think you're going?" "Out." "Without doing the paperwork?" "You can give it to the intern!" "You are the intern." “I cannot believe this betrayal. This slight against me will not be forgotten.” “You mean just like how you didn’t forget the League duties you insisted on being allowed to do?” eyebrow raise “…well.” Lance is not exempt from bullying.

"You're the one wearing a bib!" "A what?! It's a cape!" "And it's on the wrong side!" "It's a cape! And it's elegant!" "It's tacky is what it is!" You're likely to find her complimenting Leon's cape just because of how offended Lance gets. Choosing a cape is a science. But nobody wants to hear a one-hour monologue on Cape Studies. Payback uwu. He's actually the reason she ends up having to finish Highschool. He's not giving an obviously emotionally tired 14 y/o Boring Adult Work even if she's eager to do it because SOMEONE needs to fix the atrocious state of the Kanto Region. (Lance was overworked, he's trying, but Indigo Season...what is wrong with all these citizens. It's ok, once she's ready they can split uuuh, the work between Kanto, Johto, The Orange Islands, and the Sevii Islands + G-Men Investigations so Lance doesn't have a heart-attack at his desk. But seriously, who gave him this much work anyways??? Not to mention running the League, the Gym Budgets, restocking Badges, employee paychecks, monitoring trainers during League Season, and the influx of tourists and establishing Pokemon Contests in KanJoh, etc.) So it's off to learn The Magic of Friendship with Ash and friends and falling victim to their puppy-dog eyes. (Occasional meet-ups during Kanto turn into full Joh-Hoenn adventures, and Sinnoh encounter when investigating with Looker about Team Galactic as Lance I presume is off training in Galar, he needs a break too.) So for Johto (*insert horrified look at the GS Ball because that's what you use to capture Celebi, she would know~ "well heck, guess I have to steal that when no one's looking.") And everyone going, "You know Leaf, I was a bit worried when we heard about The Incident but you're still you :)" Cue Leaf "oh...*laughs nervously.*" (That moment when you disappear off the face of the earth after The Incident, and re-appear to win the Indigo League and Clean House and don't know how to tell people you kind of regained memories of your past life and had an existential crisis. They're a bit come and go/the ones getting triggered upon meeting Steven in the Granite Cave episode was fun lol (not) *Gets to Ecruteak, sees Morty, books it the other way because she remembers his warnings to not chase after Celebi from The Other Timeline/Gameverse and does not need him seeing the many ghosts of her dead Pokemon clinging to her if they are.*

BLUE OAK DID IT, SO CAN SHE! This is gonna be my new motto for everything, whether it's relevant or not lmao. These Lance interactions are everything to me. I LOVE found family League shenanigans. So precious I want to cry. Okay I want to read this fic so badly. It sounds so heartwrenching and fascinating and I can tell you've put SO MUCH thought into it. Gimme. *Grabby hands motion* (actually though, i am happy to beta read if you ever consider posting!)

[twentythousandvolts]

the organic chemistry tutor on youtube >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> khan academy

[venus616]

i'm just saying you can do better; {p.p.}

Pairing: peter parker x f!reader (gif is tasm but you can interpret this as any peter parker)

Summary:  tell me have you heard that lately? i'm just saying you can do better... and i'll start hating only if you make me. (lyrics by drake, marvin's room)

translation: you and peter have been best friends for years, you had a crush on him but eventually got over it and he noticed you're about to move on to some other guy. he just had to get something off his chest before you did that

Warnings: friends to lovers, smut, alcohol mentions (margarita, beer, shots), vaginal fingering/sex, oral sex, praise kink (if you squint), jealousy, language, unprotected sex, 18+, NSFW

Word Count: 5.6k (2.4k is smut LOL)

A/N: once i decided on a title for this fic i couldnt stop humming marvins room sjdjnfjnd but yeah this was fun to write it was a previously abandoned wip (my first one ever for peter actually) that i revised the plot for almost entirely and this came out way better than i expected shout out to my oomf / friend for reading both times

She usually kept to herself and her closest friends, Peter being her best one. And don’t get her wrong, she loved Peter. There were no words for how much adoration she had for him, but unfortunately, she wasn't the only one. 

Peter was their college’s most eligible bachelor, how could he not be? Top of his class, the freshmen’s favorite Physics TA and possibly the cutest guy at the school. Don’t get him wrong, he’s not necessarily a playboy but it was definitely a step up from his social standing from Midtown High. He enjoyed the attention, he’d be a fool not to. Especially because he’s being noticed as himself and not just when he’s in the suit. So yeah, he went on a few dates here and there. Hooked up with a couple people in the bathrooms of frat parties. Even flirted while he was helping students on their problem sets. 

Unfortunately for her, she had to hear all about it afterwards. 

Whether it’s from his end, a guy talking about the encounter in the dining hall or a girl talking about it before her organic chemistry lecture. She wasn’t the biggest fan of it, it hurt seeing someone she loved dearly, after realizing how deeply that love ran once he was single again, not manifest into a deeper relationship. Peter had been a core part of her life since high school, Aunt May adored her, her family adored him. She was even there for his break up with Gwen Stacy so she could study abroad. 

As they got older she understood those were the things that just came with being the best friend to someone who was as amazing as Peter which is why she didn’t risk changing it. She accepted her place in his life and eventually those feelings of consistent jealousy that would flare during the first few months of their freshman year subsided. Sometimes they would come back up but she pushed it aside as false hope as there were outside parties involved. For example, the few times when her friends (that weren’t also his) accused him of being flirty. Each time, nothing came of it. So she refused to read too much into it until he said it explicitly. 

She finally chose to actively move on from this high school crush, that she even started seeing someone from one of her classes and they were planning a third date for this weekend. This, because of course, came up during their hang out with their mutual friends in her and Felicia’s campus apartment. They were hanging out to take the edge off after midterms from last week and crowded in the kitchen counter playing bartender during. This was one of the rare times Peter could make it, so she appreciated the quality time with him. 

After Felicia made a small margarita for her, she started asking how it was going with Johnny from the Bioethics course. Everyone’s chatter dropped considerably because everyone was interested in the prospective relationship in bloom with the Johnny Storm. She stuttered before clearing her throat, clearly embarrassed. 

“It’s fine. I mean, he’s really sweet of course. And fun-” 

“So have you guys hooked up?” Felicia cuts off. Peter smirks before looking to her for her response.

She feels her stomach flipping at his sudden attention to her answer.  

She plays it off before responding, clearing her throat. “Yeah,” she shoots a grin meeting with the eyes across the room before the room erupts in a light cheer. 

“We’re actually gonna see eachother again this weekend and go to his place in the city.” She smiles to herself in excitement. She bites the bottom of her lip as her friends shoot quirked up eyebrow glances her way. 

“Well let’s celebrate! You're gonna get some from THE Johnny Storm! Bottoms up!” Felicia announces. The rest of her friends follow suit as she tries to laugh off the burning up of her cheeks and ears, not realizing the news of her sex life would be this exciting. 

Peter bitterly smirks before taking a swig of his beer. He didn’t understand why this was such a big deal that Felicia practically had to make a show of it. 

He also didn’t understand his annoyance and attempted to play it off. It increasingly became hard as the questions advanced and she continued blushing, describing the last few dates with him. Peter’s ears particularly perked up at the study date she had with him, finding out that she had canceled on him for Johnny through this. 

Peter felt a twinge of disappointment in his stomach at this, not knowing if it was friend jealousy or something more. He knows he can’t be exactly mad, since the hangout they had planned was usually offhand, and he more often than not skipped out on those due to Spider-Man activities, simultaneously lying. He couldn’t blame her for eventually reciprocating, but for a boy? He hadn’t felt that let down by her since she admitted to him she thought his Bugle coworker Eddie Brock was cute. 

Peter took another swig of his drink distractedly, causing Harry to ask if something was on his mind, but he shook his head quickly, lying to alleviate any worries from his friend. 

As the night progresses and everyone decides that they’re the perfect amount of buzzed for a game night. After a few rounds of the card game B.S., she decides Candyland would be perfect, remembering that she has the game in her room. Not wanting to get up, she asks Peter to get it for her underneath her bed while he’s up throwing away his drink. 

He obliges and turns to her room door, opening it. His eyes narrow at the picture of him and her next to her bed, accompanied by other pictures he’s taken for their group outings. His pace quickened up across the room and he reached for the frame. Peter quickly turned behind him to make sure no one was coming in to check and turned back to smile at it. He remembered this day fondly, the day they went to the state fair and won her a plushy of her favorite animal. In this photo he noticed how big she was smiling while he was only smiling at her posing happily. Peter used his spidey skills to his advantage and just played it off, to soak into her admiration when he won.

He put it back down as he sensed the footsteps coming behind the door to reveal her opening her room door confused. 

“Pete, what are you doing? Hurry up, Harry is suggesting body shots again.” She giggled before sauntering over his body standing in front of her nightstand. He chuckled at the comment before she crouched down to get the game underneath her bed. She rose back up on her feet to meet his eyes, following her. 

“You’re being a weirdo,” She said putting her hand on his broad shoulder, with a false concern in voice causing him to laugh. 

He inhaled a little before quipping. “Are you ditching me to hang out with this new guy?” His voice raised a pitch to ensure the friendliness of the inquiry, attempting to mask his genuine offense. 

She then shrugged, and face suggesting she didn’t know or care what he was talking about. It was that moment Peter officially identified his feelings as jealousy. 

“If you’re referring to the one time,” she emphasized ‘one’, making Peter feel guilty enough to hang his head low in response, “I canceled on you then yes.” She rubbed the hand she still had on him on his shoulder. 

“I’m sorry and I’ll give you a heads up next time. Now can we go so you can stop acting like such a baby?” She playfully tapped his cheeks with her palm but he caught her hand, holding it a little longer than usual. 

Peter drank her gaze onto him as his hand engulfed hers, still remaining on her face. His fingers intertwined with hers as he leaned his face into her hand. Her breath hitched at the affection he was showing and slowly removed her hands from his, worried that one of their friends would see them with the door wide open. She broke eye contact, suddenly finding the boardgame in her other hand much more interesting. 

“C’mon, let’s go,” Peter’s voice interrupted her thoughts, and soon after so did his hand as it landed on the small of her back, caressing that area lightly until he found her hand again to quickly lead them way out the room. 

The rest of the night was odd to say the least. 

Peter’s hands were always grazing hers, or finding themself right on top of her thighs. Whether it was to flag her down from the competitive streak they were both showing from the game or laughing at her reaction to one of his bad jokes, his hands were just constantly on her body. 

Similar to other instances where she felt confused by Peter’s sudden affection, she attempted to play it off, but it got to a point where it was causing her heart to beat faster and a familiar heat to form within her stomach. 

She let out a silent breath of relief that her friends began to leave, expecting Peter to soon leave with Harry. She went to the kitchen to throw food away but found Felicia looking back at her with a mischievous but apologetic look on her face. 

“What?” She raised her eyebrow, ready to exclaim at her for leaving her with a mess when she agreed to set up if Felicia cleaned at the end.

“I have plans, sorry babe, but I will cook and clean tomorrow. I promise!” Felicia then dashed out after hugging her body quicker than she could think to respond, followed by the door closing behind her. 

She sighed, slightly annoyed that out of all times for Felicia to mysteriously disappear yet again, that she had to do it the night she would clean up. Quickly, she decided to get over it, said her goodbyes to mostly everyone and noticed Harry and Peter still talking. She decided to ignore it until they would eventually make their exit and started on the dishes while they had their conversation. 

“You’re not coming back tonight man?” Harry asked, confusion all over his face. 

“No I will. Something just came up, so I'll see you later, yeah?” Peter averted Harry’s eyes and Harry understood, or at least assumed he did. Just another one of Peter’s mysterious disappearances, so he left without any further questions. 

Harry quickly said bye to the hostess of the night causing her to look up from the sink when she saw Peter still in their apartment. 

“Are you still here, Parker?” She sounded in disbelief, causing Peter to scoff. 

“Am I not allowed to spend quality time with my best friend now?” She looked up from the sink to see him clutching his heart as if he had been stabbed, making her shake her head at his dramatics. 

“For your information, I wanted to stay,” He added on. She wiped down the sink and washed her hands before walking back into the main room where he had sat on the couch, landing on the spot in front of him. 

“I believe it’s called overstaying your welcome,” She bantered, causing him to playfully push her by her shoulder. 

“Whatever,” He rolled his eyes as the silence of the apartment filled the air. They both noticed it, realizing whatever was there in her room earlier was still in the atmosphere, especially prevalent now that they were officially alone. 

“I can’t believe you’re going out with him,” He puffed, muttering it a bit low compared to his usual volume. She furrowed her eyebrows, annoyed at the insuitation. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She laughed pushing his shoulder back, mimicking his movement from earlier. 

“No not like that, I just feel like you can do better than him,” Peter let the statement roll off his tongue and she froze in response, attempting to understand what he just said. Her eyes landed on the ground, avoiding him again before she could think of a proper reaction.

She quickly shook off what she thought it sounded like, which she thought was jealousy and just took the safe, protective best friend route. 

“Should I have gotten your approval first?” She smirked, looking back up at him, reaching over to hold his hand in the safe way they always have. 

Peter took it a step farther, just like how he did earlier, and intertwined his fingers with hers yet again. 

“I think you should be with someone who’s more your type you know? A little more thoughtful,” Peter started, rubbing his fingers along the pad of her thumb. 

“He’s cool I guess, but you shouldn’t be with someone who’s so cocky,” He stated, making her laugh, causing him to laugh as well. 

“See you’re enjoying this. You want me to talk about him and beg you not to see him again?” Peter joked, causing her to gasp out as his accusations.

“Peter, you started this,” She pointed out, making his cheeks turn a few shades brighter at her acknowledgment. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you but it also just sounds like you’re describing yourself.” She comments before she could think, embarrassed at her assertion, but she knew if she didn’t call him out he wouldn’t stop it. The last thing she needed was one of her friends not approving of a guy she was seeing. 

“I’m your type?” He clocked her. She didn’t know how to react so she watched his face for any hint of how to proceed. He only smirked with a smile playing on his lips, letting her know how much he was enjoying this. 

“Oh shut up,” She smiles playfully before hitting him with her nearest throw pillow, him yelling out a whine, knowing it didn’t hurt. 

“For your information,” She started, mocking his voice from earlier. “You’re being just as cocky as him right now.” She firmly stated as he placed the pillow back in lap. 

Peter shrugged before readjusting himself to sit closer in front of her, dangerously close. It went back to feeling like 30 minutes earlier when he was all over her body. 

“Yeah? But it’s okay when I do it.” Peter teased, leaning his head on the couch watching his presence words fluster her. He could feel her heart picking up its pace and it dizzied him, knowing the type of effect he had on her. 

“I didn’t say that,” She argued back, making him draw his breath back in before egging on her claim from earlier. 

“But I’m your type,” He stated, she sighed in defeat, knowing he wasn’t going to drop it and played into it due to this. 

“I guess you are Peter,” She states lightly. If Peter didn’t have his Spidey senses on overdrive right now, he would’ve been convinced by the nonchalant act she put on right now. Instead, he respected her commitment to not allowing him to win, even when she’s flirting back. 

“Then how come you’re not going out with me?” 

What he said stunned her, she faltered momentarily before shrugging again with a smile. 

“You never asked,” She stated, a smile bouncing off of her lips watching Peter form an answer. They decided to skip over the fact that they had been friends for almost 6 years, but she knew that her honest answer was that the mere idea of him going out with her was out of the question because of it.  

Until now. 

He remained still for a moment and she fixated on where their hands met instead, wondering if they had ever held hands like this before. While she was thinking, and while Peter used his free hand to tuck her hair behind her hair, she realized the answer was never, because it had always been much more innocent. However, tonight was anything but that. 

“Can I try something?” His voice finally registered in her ears. Confused at his sudden switch, she nods. 

Peter hesitates, going in to kiss her. Peter’s soft lips connect to hers as his hand cups her face. She instinctively deepened the kiss, silently asking for Peter’s permission to do so. Their breaths began to shake from the intensity of the kiss. 

She practically lost her bearings when Peter’s hands made their way to her waist, pulling her towards his chest. She held onto his bicep, now flexed, as he hooked his hand underneath her leg to pull her around his hips where he sat. 

They were an entangled mess, Peter placing her where he wanted and her obliging, but not coming up for air as she leaned even more into the kiss. Peter chuckled in between the kisses when he eventually grabbed her hips to hover above his own. She groaned at his strength, leaning back in to attack his neck and jaw in kisses. 

She eventually started to nibble on his neck, finding his sensitive spot. He pants out, attempting to slow down her movements before bringing her closer.  

“Fuck, you’re really going in on me there,” He muttered before he forcefully plopped her onto him causing her to grind on his forming erection, grinning at his acknowledgment. Peter placed his hand on her back and pushed her closer to his chest, nose and forehead pressed against one another with only the sounds of their breathing filling the room. 

She leaned into his ear whispering lowly, “You like it.” She readjusted herself on him slightly, to grab on the waistband of his pants, tugging it down before snaking her other hand on the print straining against the fabric of his jeans.

Peter groaned, dick twitching in his pants from simultaneous surprise and arousal. He didn’t realize how different it would be sleeping with a close friend, but also underestimating how she would be in a sexual context. 

He threw his head back as she unbuttoned his pants, in disbelief of what was happening right now. When he brought his head back up to watch her movements he saw her kneeled before him on the ground, rubbing his erection through his boxers.

“Fuck, slow down,” He breathed out while pulling his jeans off. Right after, Peter raised his t-shirt right above his abs while she pulled his boxers down, cock semi-hard. 

Her eyes glazed over his body, only semi familiar with it whenever their friends went to the beach or the pool. She tried to hide her shock at he’s become exponentially toned since high school and just seemed to be getting bigger despite never actively going to the gym. She chose to pay it no mind and focused on his cock.

Mainly because she hated how attractive Peter looked right now, hair messy, shirt halfway off and looking down at her, closely watching her movements. The attention he was giving her was enough to make her want to shut down immediately. Their eye contact remained intense, both blown out with lust, both because of the compromising position the other was in. 

She maintained eye contact and wrapped her hand around his length, slowly jerked her hand around him. When he was hard enough, she placed one hand at the base of his cock and another right on top, running her thumb over the slit a few times once the pre cum came out. She looked down at the wetness pooling out from him and focused on her movements, not wanting to lose this pace he had been receptive to. He was fully erect at this point, almost bucking his hips into her hands getting him off.  

Peter was choking back his moans before he finally spoke. “Don’t be a tease,” He muttered. 

She giggled and the noise went straight to his dick, causing him to buck once more in her hands. 

Without saying anything, she placed the hand that had been on the base of his erection on his thigh and opened her mouth in an obscene way that was unfamiliar to Peter. Before he could take a mental picture of it, she slowly licked the underside of his cock up to his tip and wrapped her lips around him, her eyes never leaving his. 

He whispered a curse under his breath from the scene in front of him, realizing this was just the beginning. 

Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock, collecting the pre-cum that was previously spurting out and she dipped her head lower, dropping the eye contact to which Peter had a brief sigh of relief, becoming intimidated by the intimacy of it all. She shifted her focus on taking him whole and started to bob her head on him, engulfing his length with her mouth. 

He started puffing out, mumbling praises that only encouraged her. “Fuck, you’re taking me so good,” She only nodded, attempting to take him deeper while swishing her mouth around him and continuing to bob.

Peter felt a tension forming in his stomach and wanted to tell her to stop but it escaped his head as quickly as it came because of how good her mouth felt. Peter fought the urge to instinctively thrust into her mouth and just cupped the back of her head, pushing the hair out of her face as she continued to gag around him, the wet noises mixing in with his moans. 

“Don’t hurt yourself babe,” He said before moving a hand that was around her head to her cheek, making her look up at him. She bobbed her head a few more times, this time more shallowly and popped off his dick, gasping for air. 

A trail of her saliva dripped from her lips to the head of his cock making his stomach burst with butterflies from the image of how flushed, and fucked out she looked from the immaculate head she just provided him with. His heart swelled from the action and all he could do was wipe the spit from her chin and cup her face. 

“C’mere here,” He mumbled, bringing her to stand on her feet and lean down to kiss him. He kissed her rougher than the first time, presumably from the desire he’s built up from the foreplay.  She was still trying to pace her breathing and he could tell so he slowed down, but snaked his hands down to the waistband of her jeans, reciprocating the unbuttoning of her pants like she had done for him. 

She broke the kiss to replace his hands with hers and slipped them off. Shortly after she removed her top, revealing herself clad in some lacy underwear and a bra, standing before him.

“No fair, Parker,” She commented. He was briefly confused until she grabbed the hem of his shirt to remove it off of him, admiring his toned, relaxed figure in full view now. She kneeled back down on the couch cushions, her warm core hovering above his dick, teasing him as he could feel the heat on him with her knees on either side of his legs. 

He brought his hand in between her thighs, attempting to move her underwear to the side but paused at the wetness of her through the fabric. 

“So wet,” He tsked, making her smirk when he looked back up to her studying his movements. He placed her fingers firmly against her nub through the fabric, to which she grinded against, needing to feel his large fingers against her now throbbing clit. 

“Impatient, too,” He added, finally moving her panties to the side to insert a finger, making her throw her head back. She unconsciously rocked her hip forward at the penetration to which he met by repeatedly thrusting into her before adding another.

Both his index and middle fingers were fucking her, long and slender but big enough to feel the pleasure of the stretch once she had relaxed around him. Peter eventually curled his fingers inside of her and flicked his wrists while inside of her, causing her to squirm on top of him. The sounds of her wetness coincided with her moans, progressively getting more sensitive and impatient. 

“I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that,” She hissed at him, unable to control the steady rocking of her hips on his hands. 

“Good,” He said with a hint of satisfaction in his voice. He brought his other thumb to rub her clit, making her movements sputter and breathing erratic as he played with her to her finish. 

Peter felt her clenching around him more frequently and took advantage of it to thrust faster, curling his fingers back up to create more friction. She whined out at the change of pace and stimulation added onto her clit before eventually feeling the built up tightness in the lower pit of her stomach release, signifying her finish. 

She continued to clench around his fingers as he continued to finger her despite her orgasm. She sobbed at the sensitivity she began to help but couldn’t help but continue rocking her hips into his fingers, riding them once again. She resumed panting out his name, begging him for something but couldn’t form the words.

“What?” He said, barely slowing down the thrusts of his fingers. 

“Fuck me,” She responded, hardly audible from the groans surrounding the statement. 

He nods, removing his fingers from her core, making her gasp at the sudden absence of him. She made quick work of her underwear, slipping them off her legs while Peter wrapped his hand around his cock, attempting not to completely jerk off to the sight of her.

She returned to her previous position, covering her completely naked form over Peter’s, feeling the tip of him right under to her wetness. 

She sank down on him, both wincing at the feeling of each other. All Peter could focus on was the softness of being inside her, her skin, the flesh of her thighs being wrapped around him, the closeness of their chests being pressed up against each other and the brief vulnerability she was displaying by wrapping her arms around his shoulders. He felt faint at the presence of her scent while her head was tucked into his neck, combined by the steady sensation of her rocking her hips onto his cock. 

“Peter,” She moaned. 

“Yeah?” Peter was hardly taken out of his thoughts, answering automatically as he grabbed onto the flesh of her hips to control at the speed he thrusted into her from under. 

“You feel so,” She groaned before continuing “So fucking good Pete. You feel fucking amazing inside of me.” She finished before plunging down faster onto him, making him look at her mouth agape.  He could feel her clenching even harder and more frequently around him, combined with her wetness from the previous orgasm and just from sucking him off, it was almost too much. 

Peter looked down to see where they connected and saw his skin glistening just from her arousal, and felt even more turned on. 

“You’re gonna kill me,” He stated mindlessly, still in awe of how sexy she looked right now. In Peter’s point of view, he struggled with deciding what to focus on. 

The way her tits bounced in front of his face, the way her ass and thighs felt when they smacked on top of his thighs repeatedly, causing the the jiggle of her body to be even more apparent, or how fucking close she was holding him. She alternated from both her hands clenching into his shoulders, or one hand on the nape of his neck and another pulling on his brown curls. 

A bonus was how she sounded moaning his name and a string of praises for how he made her feel. 

Of course, she noticed this. 

“You like that don’t you?” Her voice caught his attention, barely realizing she was actually asking him a question

“What?” He breathed out, sounding just as fucked out as he looked, the sweat of each other making his hair stick to his forehead. 

“When I say nice things to you,” She obliged to Peter’s physical request of her to slow down, which was him just forcing her movements to stop by the way he grabbed her. 

“Mmm,” He didn’t answer, just closed his eyes and threw his head back on the couch, avoiding her quizzical stare. 

“C’mere,” She said, pulling herself forward by pushing her weight on his shoulders and rising from his, now aching, cock. 

Peter’s attention was caught, he shook his head in disbelief of her and opened his eyes, still hanging low to hide his irritation that her heat wasn’t surrounding him anymore.

“You’re so cute when you’re upset,” She fake pouted, then proceeded to giggle. Peter didn’t want to find it as cute as he did but he couldn’t help himself. 

“You really are a fucking tease, you know that?” He growled before grabbing her by her thighs to lower herself back onto him and raised his hips from the couch to fuck her on his own pace. The force from his strength caused her entire body to rock from each thrust, but she relished in it, moaning out praise for how good it made her feel. 

“Peter,” She yelped at a particularly hard thrust. “Just like that,” Peter’s head spun at this. 

“Yeah, keep doing that, please,” She begged, fucking begged, Peter to maintain the force he had brought upon her. It was then he knew he played right into what she wanted when she taunted him for his praise kink. (He was then making a mental note of how well she knows him and how he’s probably just a little predictable.)

Peter was practically drooling to see her come apart on top of him like this, he threw his head back in the pillows once again to enjoy the view and moved one of his hands to her clit, putting pressure on her, bringing her closer to her orgasm. 

He felt it building up by the way she clenched on his cock and couldn’t contain his moans any more. 

“Moan, please I wanna hear you when you cum inside me,” She commented once he let a particularly loud one escape his lips. He was both shocked and embarrassed at the effect she had on him, because he almost came apart immediately at the invitation to cum inside her. 

“You sure?” He whined, trying to bring her to finish before him.

“Yeah, I’ll be right there with you,” She said, finding his other hand on her waist and intertwining his fingers with her. 

“Please?” Once those words left her lips he was finished. He instantly came inside her, her following right after. 

Their orgasms swept them both away, sensitivity coming right after as she struggled to detach herself from him. Peter didn’t allow this and continued to fuck her through both their orgasms, relishing the pain and the pleasure this decision came with. 

Her head was back in the crook of his neck when their movements slowed down and they had to catch their breaths. 

Once their hearts reached a normal rate and they removed themselves off of each other, Peter broke the silence. 

“Are you still going to see him?” He asked rather timidly. She didn’t understand the sudden shyness but decided not to comment on it. She shrugged in response before answering honestly. 

“Probably,” She averted eye contact with him, looking at where their hands connected, ignoring their full frontal nudity because this was somehow more vulnerable. 

Peter’s heart dropped, he wasn’t expecting that response, nor his reaction to that response. Without thinking about the weight of what he was going to say next, because he hadn’t been doing much of that tonight, he continued. 

“What if you go out with me instead?”

She looked him in the eyes again before responding. She didn’t know what she saw in his eyes. It was a mixture of fear, desire and hope. 

Then, it was her turn not to think before she responded. 

“Like on a real date?” She realized how that sounded when she said it aloud. 

Peter nods, knowing what she meant. 

“I meant what I said about us,” He paused, watching for her reaction. She hung onto his words, encouraging him to continue. “I want to go out with you and if I’m your type then what’s stopping us?” He joked. In her head this was so unsurprising because it seemed right up his alley to joke about some offhand comment she made before they literally had sex and laughed, because of how predictable her best friend is. 

“Well why didn’t you say anything before?” She inquires, shaking her head at how ridiculous he sounded. She studied his features again before he answered, watching him turn a few shades of pink. 

“I didn’t want to mess anything up. I don’t fuck my friends you know.”

“Up until now,” Peter smirked at this comment, she was always so quick to rival his own quips. 

He let the silence simmer before responding because he wasn’t sure just how she felt about this, him, or what they just did. He was afraid he had permanently damaged the friendship and wasn’t sure how he was gonna come back from it if that were the case. 

So, he asked. 

“Is it weird now?” He spoke barely above a whisper. 

“What part?” She had to ask before she could answer. 

“That we did it backwards.” He exasperated, feeling unsure of himself now that he had to verbalize what he meant. 

She shrugged again, this time affectionately, not wanting Peter to get frustrated with her or himself. 

“Maybe it can be a good weird,” She affirmed his anxiety by clarifying. 

Peter’s stomach erupted in butterflies. “Yeah?” He raised his eyebrow in excitement. 

“Yeah.” She bit her lip before leaning in to kiss him once again. 

His hands dropped back down to her waist to bring her in closer as the certainty between them was solidified.

A/N: okay so when i was writing this i imagined comic book f4 johnny storm especially bc of the dynamic he has with peter in the comics (spideytorch my beloved) but when my friend reviewed this she asked if it was chris evans and while that wasn't the intention that made it so much better so just clarifying it wasnt on purpose but if you did that i hope it was fun

[chelleztjs18]

The Joker To My Harley (N.R)

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: While Natasha is trying to hide her fear, she gets another surprise. (College AU)

A/n: Welcome to the first fic of my Halloween event! Happy reading!

Warning: Just fluff with Nat, with a little humor and swearing words. lol.

Requested: Yes by @marvelwoman-sugarbaby .

Prompts: 10. "Nope, I'm Not Scared. Not at all." , 11. "Is that red syrup? Please tell me it's red syrup." 12. "I paid $50.00 for this haunted house. I better die."

Halloween Masterlist || Main Masterlist

Halloween, one of the main things besides the crunchy dead reddish orange leaves that Natasha loves from Fall season. For some reason, Natasha always thought that Fall has a romantic vibe with a little spooky touch in the beginning of it. She loves it that the air feels crisp and cool with falling leaves, let alone the color around. For the spooky side, she loves halloween’s eerie vibes with all the fake decorations but mostly, Natasha loves all the parties.

For people who don’t know her, It is really surprising to know that she loves to party. They will think that she is one of those medical students who loves to study all the time.

Natasha has very good grades in her classes. She loves the major she picks. Sports are her other interest and that’s why she is one of the best softball players in her college team. Like a cherry on top, she also practices martial arts.

Despite all of those interests and qualities she has, there is one thing that nobody really knows, Natasha hates haunted houses. Well, scratch that. Actually, she is scared of them. She thinks it’s ridiculous for one to pay to get in just to be scared in a maze that is called a house. Of course, she doesn’t want anybody to know her weakness, not even her best friend, Wanda.

The idea of telling you about her being scared of going to haunted houses is also a big NO. She likes you, a lot. She wants to give you the best impressions she can. She wants you to see her as someone who is strong and can protect you even though you are older and taller than her.

You and Natasha met at the campus three days seminar that she organized. You were one of the sports medicine doctors at that time. Chemistries and sparks were there between you two. On the last day, she finally gathered herself to ask for your number. Since then, you and Natasha have been talking, spending time or going out together.

“I can’t believe you guys make me do this.” Nat complains complete with a pout and shaking her head.

“Nat, cheer up. It’s not that bad. It will be fun.” Wanda tries to convince her as they are in line to go to a huge haunted house.

“I paid $ 50.00 for this haunted house. I better die.” the redhead with the blonde wig retorts, annoyance sounds crystal clear in her tone. “Well, don’t die please. Don’t you remember that we are going to Bucky’s party after this? You know how he throws parties, it will be awesome!” Pietro’s accent floats into her ears.

“Yeah, Romanoff. You have been excited for this party. Why are you so cranky? Is it because your girlfriend can’t come?” Tony teases through his question.

“Because I don’t know what’s the fun of going to this haunted house before we go to Bucky’s party, all dressed up in our costumes. Like I always say, it’s stupid to pay to go to haunted house just to be scared by the people who works here. Also, y/n is not my girlfriend..yet.” Natasha’s disappointment shows up on her face as she said the last sentence.

Natasha almost didn’t want to come to the party after she found out that you can’t come with her due to your work trip to another state. She has been talking about this party and telling their best friends how much she hopes that she will go with you as a couple. As much as she wants it to happen, you haven't made your move just yet and it starts to concern her if you really want to be in a relationship with her.

If it wasn't for her friends' constant teasing and invitation, she wouldn't be standing here in her Harley Quin costume.

"Not yet? I thought that you two had been going out together many times?" Vision expresses his curiosity as he hugs Wanda from behind.

"Yes, they have, Vis but y/n haven't made a move yet." Wanda answers on her behalf.

“Yeah, maybe she’s too busy with her work to think about it.” The Russian asserts. Her hopes disintegrated.

“Then make a move. Why wait for her? You have been the one who do it. You asked her number and you asked her out too. So, take control of it.” The silver haired Maximoff twins chimes in nonchalantly

“Pietro is right, Nat. Just ask her when she comes back. Then see what she said and you know what to do after that.” The younger Sokovian shows her agreement with her brother.

“Yeah, even if I’m gonna do it, she’s not here now. This is ridiculous, I’m here all dressed up like Harley Quinn but without my Joker, to get jump scared before going to a party.” she stated as her jaw clenched right after that. Disappointment sagged through her. She gave you a hint a few times how much she is really into you and wants to be your girlfriend and her halloween costume is one of them. She told you that she will be Harley Quin and you’ll be her Joker. You laughed as you agreed to her easily but that was it. She started to think if you are that oblivious.

“Well, alright Joker-less Harley, stop complaining…because it is our turn to get in. Ladies first..” Tony teases his shorter best friend and swings his hand towards the entrance of the haunted house to let Natasha to walk in first.

"And.. Why do I have to go in first?” She asks.

“Uh, because we are in the front line.” Tony replied quickly. With that Natasha walks in, followed by the rest of them. Little does she know, Tony and the others are helping you to plan for Nat a surprise visit so she can go to the party with you, as a couple.

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Fake screams fill the room. Sudden loud bangs force its way to be heard and Natasha jumps a little because of that. Everybody knows Nat swears but the frightening intensity in the room really brings the amount of swearing words jumps out of her lips a lot more. She bit back a scream so she won’t look like a scaredy pants. Tony and Pietro are here so she knows better not to scream if she doesn’t want them to keep making fun of her for the whole semester.

Sinister laughs echo loudly. Her heart pounding fast, she swears she can hear it. She grabs Tony’s hand so tightly. “Argh, Romanoff, you are killing me. That hurts!” Tony exclaimed.

“Shut up Tony! That’s what you got when you make me to go into this fucking haunted house.” She answers but her eyes carefully looking around, preparing if someone jumps in front of her again. Wanda follows behind her with Vision and Pietro.

Wanda notices how tense Natasha is but it doesn’t stop her to poke fun out of it. “Watch out over there, Nat!” She screams behind her with a sudden fake warning to scare her. Of course, Natasha lets out a panic scream as her body jolts and she raises both of her hands up. “Arrgh! What the hell, Wanda?!” she complains in such exasperation after she realizes what Wanda was up to. Her eyebrows furrowed, the color drained out of her face. Wanda laughs out loud with the others.

“I didn’t know that the tough Natasha is actually a scaredy cat.” Vision joked as he snorted a laugh. “Aw, Natty, are you scared?” Pietro asks her in a teasing baby-talk then laughs a little more as they all keep walking, slowly.

“Nope, I’m not scared. Not at all.” Natasha denies it wholeheartedly even though she is internally screaming.

“Then walk in front of us if you are not scared.” Tony slightly pushes Natasha to walk in front of everybody as if she is the leader of the group. “Gosh, I hate you guys.” she mumbles under her breath as she continues to walk further to save her dignity. One killer clown shows up and growls so loud in front of her. Natasha screams “Oh for fuck sake! Come on! A fucking killer clown? Seriously? I swear I will kick–” before even Natasha can finish her words, fog was blown and floating in her surroundings. The loud sound of the fog machine's sudden blows really made her stomach knotted.

“Tony, you better walk side by side with me.” Natasha demands, vexation sounds obvious in her voice. She didn’t get any response from Tony and that’s when she realizes that his hand is no longer in her grip. She doesn’t hear her friends’ voices nor laughters. She turns around only to find none of them there.

“Guys? Oh come on! This is not funny! Get your asses here right this second!” Natasha yells in whispers frustratedly. She still gets no answer as she looks around to find them.

“Wanda! If you don’t show up, you're gonna have to cook and do dishes for a freaking whole month for me, Wands!” She warns her roommate. “Tony, I don’t care, your dad is going to pay hospital bill of any ghosts or clowns or whoever jumps in front of my fucking face again that I will punch!” This time her warning is louder. She waits for a few seconds, hoping they will show up but it’s all the same.

“Alright! All of you forgot I drove here with you guys. I’m gonna leave you guys here! I swear I will!” Natasha drops her last ultimatum. She takes a deep breath and positions her clenched fists in front of her as if she is ready to fight while she walks further.

You chuckle a little behind the stack of hays, seeing how adorable yet feisty she is. Fortunately, she didn’t hear it. Tony’s friend let you hide before they came, you are all dressed up as The Joker to match with her couple theme costume. You tiptoe slowly, get closer from behind. You are thrilled that your plan works.

As soon as your hand gently grabs her shoulder, Natasha gasps and turns around quickly. Everything happens so fast, you didn’t even see her fist come to you. Before you know it, a hard punch lands on your nose. You saw a flash of light for a second. Pain shoots up to your nose.

In a millisecond, you scream in pain. “Ouuuch! MY NOSE!!!” both of your hands cover your hurt nose. “Oh my God! That hurts!” You exclaimed in agony one more time as you randomly paced back and forth, then slightly bending over with your eyes closed, trying to suppress the pain. She instantly recognizes your voice.

“Y/n? Y/n, is that you?” Natasha looks closer to you.

“Yes, Natty! It’s me!” You answered as you shook your head as if it helps to shake the pain away.

“Oh my God! Why are you– What are you doing here?!” She asks and she grabs you by your shoulder, to look at you and make sure you are okay. Confusion screams loud through her facial expression.

“Why did you punch me?” You ask and finally Wanda, Vision, Tony and Pietro show up.

“Well, you grabbed my shoulder when you are all in psycho criminal clown makeup in the middle of a haunted house, what do you expect?” she points out her reason while she helps you to stand up straight.

“Oh my god, y/n! Are you okay?” Wanda asks worriedly. “Geez, Nat. You punched her pretty good.” Pietro comments.

“I told you, this would be a bad idea.” Tony casually remarks at you.

“Wait, you guys know that Y/n was here?” Natasha questions. “Yes, Nat. They know. I wanted to give you–” You halfway answer her until Nat interrupts her in such a panic tone.

“Is that red syrup? Please tell me it’s red syrup.” Her eyes widened as she pointed at the blood that slowly flows out of your nose and asks. “What do you expect to come out after you punch someone in the nose, Nat?” You return her own words in a playful sarcasm after you try to hold your nose, preventing more blood from coming out. Medic came with a first aid kit and security led all of you out of the haunted house safely.

_____

"I'm sorry y/n. I didn't know it was you." She apologizes genuinely as her hand rubs your back. "It's okay, Nat. I just want to surprise you because my work was done early." You explain.

"Well, you really did." She giggles and her cheeks turn rosie. Nat is very excited that you came back from your trip, her eyes drinking the view of you in awe.

Seeing you put effort into wearing the joker costume just how she wants it to go to the party with her makes her feel giddy. Her green eyes sparkling with little hearts but she is more concerned about your pain and she selflessly decides "Guys, I'm not gonna go to the party. I will drop you off and I will take care of Y/n, she is still in pain." Natasha announced.

Her friends look as surprised as you are with what they just heard and then they avert their gaze at you because they know that it's not your plan. "What? No.. No.. I’m okay. We are still going. That's why I'm here, to go to the party with you, as your girlfriend." You hold her hand and you look her in the eye.

Nat softly gasps from your words. Her heart skittered. She can't help herself to smile. Her eyes twinkle. "W-what?" She asks in excited disbelief.

"Yes, Natasha. You have my heart since the first time our eyes met. Every little thing you do, I adore them all. Can I be your girlfriend?” You ask as both of you stand closer to each other, one of your hands gently pushes away her red hair. Her spirit soared and happiness bloomed inside her. Your heart leaped, exultation surged through you.

The gap between your and her face is slowly thinning. “Yes, of course. I thought you’d never ask.” she answers in soft whisper, her soothing voice sounds like melody. Her smile is one of the best things about her you see. As soon as your lips almost reach her into a kiss you hear a phone camera click. Both of you look at where the sound comes from.

“I will definitely not forget this picture. Where else can you see a joker with a napkin shoved up in her nose almost kissing her Harley Quinn with a messy crooked wig, right?” Tony teases and then shows it to Wanda, Pietro and Vision.

Pietro laughs out loud. “I am so not letting this go for the whole semester, Romanoff.”

Wanda laughs a little. “Guys, come on. Let them have their moment. Okay, Y/n, Nat, don’t listen to these idiots and have your kiss.” She looks at both of you in adoration then pulls Tony and Pietro by their ears to walk away from you and Nat.

You pull out the napkin out of your nose. “There, no more napkins in the nose.” You joke. “Be careful, I don’t want the red syrup all over my face after I kiss you.” Natasha replies with another joke and with that her hands cup your face and pull you to give you her sweet kiss. Her kiss that’s sweeter than any halloween treats.

A/n: Welp, that's all for today! Let me know what you think. Follow me for more. Reblog and comments are highly appreciated!

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well then, thank you for answering my question ^^

Can i request azul, riddle, and epel relationship headcannons? Ty ty !!

RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS : PART ONE ! ft. RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS !

gn!reader ( very lightly implied fem )

cw : ooc , mild spoilers , bad grammar , this is really just a big rant / brainrot , unedited , that's it i think !

an : ty for the request!!!!! i hope this is to your liking! also i kinda went a bit crazy with this one so i'm going to be doing multiple posts lol (lmk if u wanna be tagged in the other parts)

before you start dating

i'm going to be honest, it most likely took a while for him to think of you romantically

at first, you simply irritated him. how dare you break so many of the queen's rules when you've just arrived?

he isn't really all that irritated by you alone, more-so with how disruptive grimm is. he's also convinced himself that you're a bad influence on ace and deuce.

after riddle's overblot, he became more relaxed around you; he began to view you in a more positive light, and realized that he had immediately assumed the worst of you

he was quick to brainstorm a way to make it up to you

he found out through the grapevine that you were struggling with your grades - swamped with assignments, having to take care of grimm, and constantly running errands for crowley, among other things

"the grapevine" was really just him overhearing you complain to ace and deuce in the heartslabyul lounge one day

he decides to organize a tea party, just the two of you, to ask if you would like some help

you're in shock that riddle rosehearts himself would offer to tutor you, but you immediately reply that you would love help, and that you really do appreciate riddle offering to tutor you, given both of your busy schedules

riddle is visibly a bit taken aback

he was offering to provide you with a study guide, but you didn't realize that that's what he meant

he goes along, asking when you were free

you smile and begin to plan a date

riddle begins to speak with you more outside of your tutoring sessions, and you realize that you two actually have quite the chemistry; a pleasant surprise

conversations flow freely whenever you are together

soon, riddle is accompanying you to classes, and lunches, and even giving you a vip invite to any unbirthday parties happening

one day trey begins to tease him about the fact that he's "getting soft" for you, all in good fun, of course

though suspicions rise when riddle turns red and begins spluttering, storming out and not even bothering to collar trey or anything

he doesn't even yell

trey tells cater, and pretty soon the whole dorm begins to tease riddle about his blatant crush

you remain oblivious, confused as to why riddle is getting looks when you two talk, or elbow-nudged when you two hang out together around heartslabyul

riddle's confession takes a long time to plan

so long, in fact, that you're the one to confess first

it's spontaneous, and you just blurt it out subconsciously one night

it happens one night after a particularly long tutoring session at ramshackle regarding the history of magic

you've had to make multiple cups of coffee for both you and riddle, despite the queen's rule that forbids any caffeinated drink aside from tea

you're at the front door, leaning against the doorframe as you say goodbyes and goodnights

the both of you linger and stall, neither really wanting to part ways, tension causing an awkward silence

you tell riddle that he looks stupid just standing and staring at you, and he opens his mouth, most likely to yell at you

before he says anything, you quickly shout "good night! love you!" and shut the door in his face

riddle stands there, open-mouthed, staring at your door

you don't realize what exactly you said until you're about to fall asleep

the next day, riddle shows up at your doorstep at the asscrack of dawn

you wonder if he even got any sleep, you sure didn't

you're startled by the loud knocking before the sun has even risen

you think you're hallucinating for a second

you realize that someone is actually waiting in front of your house (not really house but you get the gist) super early in the morning

you swing open the door, pajama-clad and messy-haired

you're met with riddle himself, already dressed and hair tidied, holding a bouquet of roses and a small stuffed bear

the poor boy is out of breath, sweating, shivering, and looks like he's just seen a ghost

riddle opens his mouth and you once again cut him off, quickly ushering him inside

you sit him down on the couch, taking a seat as well

to put it simply, he stutters out that he reciprocates your feelings, that the gifts he brought were for you, and that, if it were alright with you, he would like to begin courting you

of course, you don't know what the hell courting means and you ask him if he means he wants to start dating

he flushes and replies "if that's what you would like"

you grin and lean over to kiss him on the cheek

riddle's face burns as bright as his hair, and he impulsively uses off with your head

when you're dating

surprise surprise, neither of you have any experience dating. like we're talking none

so, you're bound to make a few mistakes

riddle wants to do every thing he can to make you happy, since he's so used to striving for no less than perfection

he subconsciously expects the same of you too, and this might lead to a few fights

he'll have to learn that, 1 : people make mistakes and that's okay, 2 : setting boundaries is natural and healthy, and that he doesn't have to make himself uncomfortable for other people's happiness, and 3 : being vulnerable doesn't mean that he is weak, and doesn't mean that he is any less of a person for not being strong and perfect constantly

your relationship definitely requires a lot of care and patience

it pays off in the end, though

you could make a comparison to a newly-planted garden. with time and care and patience, it will bear delicious fruits

on a lighter note, riddle hosts unbirthday parties in your honor!!!! you sit in the seat right next to him and hold hands under the table <3

he's so romantic??? you didn't even think that people wrote love letters anymore

yet here you are, reading your boyfriend pour his heart out onto paper

he uses a different color of wax for your letters, and only yours

many a time have you two been walking in the hallway, and he suddenly spots that perhaps your tie isn't tied correctly, or your hair is messier than usual

he leans in real close, so close that you feel his breath, and very gently fixes you up

when he touches you he's so gentle that you want to cry

the first time you hugged, you actually did cry

if riddle noticed, he's never said anything about it

though he always did hug you a bit tighter, a bit longer after that

you both will take that to your graves

riddle's very soft on you, to the point where, unless serious, the queen's rules practically don't apply to you

though, if you tease him for his height - especially if you're taller - he will not hesitate to put you in the collar

one time, you got the whole dorm to put together a surprise unbirthday party without riddle noticing, and it was so very difficult

he almost found out multiple times, and was definitely suspicious that you were plotting something, but you pulled it off

the struggle was definitely worth it in the end when you saw his face

he cried

oh, not to mention that your grades have improved significantly since you began your relationship

he set up an entire tea party when you showed him the first 90 you got on an exam

you take care of the hedgehogs together!!!!!

and, if you ask nicely enough, he'll share his lunch with you if you don't have the funds

hell, he'll even buy you your own lunch

very understanding when you complain about spending all your money on school material and super high-quality tuna

ace, deuce, and grimm all complain on the regular about how nice riddle always is to you

you end up talking to riddle about how much he uses his unique magic

it's lessened since the overblot, and since you've started dating, but it still isn't anything to laugh at

riddle decides to not collar people as much when you're around

at first, you and riddle hardly ever squabble

later on, you two get into playful arguments on the regular

riddle is somehow able to keep a straight face while arguing with you about the silliest things, it's become a sort of competition to see who laughs first

people would think you two were having a serious discussion if they were out of earshot

all in all, it definitely takes a while but, like a rose, your relationship eventually blooms into something sweet and romantic and extremely fulfilling

you don't think you could've asked for a better partner

[kira-fluff]

Hi bestie! I was wondering if I could make a request for telling kuroo you used to have a crush on him in high school (you also still do bc who wouldn’t love this man honestly) and maybe he admits his feelings for you?? He’s such a dork I love him so much

a/n: lovely anon i adore this request! thank you for sending it in!! it’s so nice to have some more free time lately, hopefully i can answer more requests!

burning up inside

telling kuroo you “used to” have a crush on him

pairing: kuroo tetsuro x fem!reader; [tw: mutual pining and slowburn] NOT ANGST but lemme be honest the chem situation may or may not be from personal experience lol ,,, can you tell kuroo is my favorite character?

telling tetsu this, years later, would break him.

you’d been friends since high school, the kind that everyone sort of suspected of being a secret couple, but no one dared say a word lest it all become awkward.

you’d met kuroo in your chemistry class and god did you need all the help you could get — balancing equations was satisfying, easy even. but unfortunately that wasn’t all the chemistry was. you wouldn’t count yourself as someone who is a fan of micro sciences, preferring organ systems to atoms. so when you received your latest test back and scored a D, you blanched. there was no way you were going to pass this class. the teacher wasn’t very helpful, assigning worksheets that were so easy to google and find the answers for that a four-year old could achieve it. you didn’t like cheating, but with mounds of other other homework it seemed like the only option when you were nearing 2am. in all honesty, you’d tried to do the honest work, burning your eyes out from rereading the same sentences from your chem textbook, trying to make yourself understand how to make sense of it all. it seemed like whoever made the textbook decided they were going to explain everything in a way that will deliberately make every student question their intelligence and insanity. you felt guilty, getting the worksheets back with “100% ‘fantastic job!’” on the top, but if it meant you’d pass the class, you figured you could teach yourself all the material before the quizzes and tests anyways.

upon getting that D back, however you realized maybe it was time to ask for help. not from the teacher because, well, that would be 1) proving you 100% did not understand any of the content you so effortlessly completed on the worksheet and 2) if he were actually good at explaining the content you wouldn’t be in this mess to begin with.

you frowned at your lab partner. he bit back a grin of pride with his hand over his mouth as he eyed his “A+ ‘excellent use of Avogadro’s #!’” seriously, was that even real japanese? it kind of pissed you off, this guy seemed to be good at everything. you had all your highlighters and pens at the ready, vigorously taking notes during each class only for you to still barely pass despite reviewing all your sheets of information. he seemed to at least be paying attention, which was good because that would REALLY do you in if he got As and he wasn’t even listening… but all he did was occasionally scribble down a formula with his dull pencil or perhaps work through a scientific process during class and BOOM! you peaked over at his notes at one point and couldn’t make sense of any of them. kuroo tetsuro. chemistry genius? no, probably genius in all subject areas. and then there was you. you weren’t dumb per-say, in fact, you were known as an overachiever with the intellectual skills to back it up. but let’s just say there are some subjects that, no matter how hard you worked at, no matter how many notes you took, you couldn’t quite wrap your head around the concepts. you tried to reassure yourself, there were some classes people excelled in and others they don’t - you don’t have to be good at everything.

but why was he!?

after going circles in your mind like that for the entire lecture following (which was thankfully gothic architecture, a subject you already knew a lot about), you’d made up your mind to talk to him.

you (1:34pm): hey, kuroo, right? this is y/n. i sit next to you in chem (it’s ok if u can’t remember) anyway, i was wondering, can i ask u a huge favor?

you turned your phone over, not expecting a quick reply when you heard a chime.

kuroo tetsuro (1:35pm): hey y/n! of course i remember you :) sure, ask away!

your heart warmed - what a sweetheart.

you (1:35pm): thank you so so much!!!!

you (1:36pm): so, basically, i was wondering if you could possibly, maybe, perhaps help me with chemistry? tbh i’m kinda struggling to get the concepts down haha

you (1:38pm): if you are busy tho i totally understand!! and like if there’s a subject you need help with i’ll do my best to assist!!!! :)))

kuroo tetsuro (1:39pm): absolutely!! no worries. i am the captain of the volleyball club so maybe a weekend would work if that’s okay with you?

kuroo tetsuro (1:39pm): is there a specific part that you need help understanding or all of it?

you (1:40pm): ;;;;

you (1:41pm): all of it….

kuroo tetsuro (1:42pm): hey, no shame! the first step in getting better is admitting you need help, right?

how is it possible for anyone to be this nice? is an angel among us?!

you (1:43pm): thank you so so much you’re a life saver seriously! i’ll bring you coffee or tea or something!! does sunday at 5pm sound good?

kuroo tetsuro (1:44pm): of course :) anytime!

kuroo tetsuro (1:44pm): no need, thanks tho :) that sounds great to me.

little did you know that behind this screen sat a slightly flushed and extremely ecstatic kuroo tetsuro - grateful at the perfect chance to finally talk to you.

sure, he had talked to you before - even had a few deep conversations. yet, you weren’t really quite able to escape the topic of small-talk. still, he was thrilled!

and so began weekend study nights. you’d felt comfortable enough with him already to invite him over to your apartment you’d rented out in order to study in a quiet place where you wouldn’t be disrupted. it was always a gamble in public places (even cafes and libraries) that there was a chance there’d be some large group that didn’t respect other’s right to privacy and shouted in the quiet places.

you sighed, rushing around your apartment nonetheless, attempting some last-minute touch ups. there was a knock at the door as you finished shoving some of your snacks into your small cabinet.

“kuroo! hi!” you gasped, as if you hadn’t frantically ran to your front door, jumping at the sound in a panic.

the air was just nearly knocked out of him. what a sight you were to behold. tucking a stray hair behind your ear, your eyes glimmered, shining brightly in contrast to the rather dreary day. he prayed you didn’t notice him eyeing you up and down, unable to help the soft sweep of his eyes across your gorgeous figure.

damn, the uniforms did not do your body justice, not one bit—what the fuck? kuroo, come on!

the last thing he needed was thoughts like that taking over his mind just as he’s trying to teach you fucking chemistry. you allowed him in, sitting yourself at your coffee table, patting the table next to you in invitation. damn, you were so cute. he bowed, taking off his shoes as he sat at the table with you.

“so, first chapter, then?”

you couldn’t hold back your light chuckle, a slight flush covering your cheeks in embarrassment. still, a little half-smile adorned his face as he flipped to the beginning pages of the book.

it went on like that for weeks and soon you found that there weren’t really any gaps in your conversation, no awkward pauses or strange moments. even after you were passing chemistry with flying colors, you and kuroo continued to make weekends you thing. that must’ve been the reason why it was so easy for you to fall for him — not that he made it especially difficult. in fact, falling for him felt about as involuntary as breathing. he was so considerate and hilarious, yet he thoroughly enjoyed any deep conversation you threw his way. he’d ponder your questions and take time to think about them, and if you disagreed he was always the first to find common ground. kuroo was sweet — that’s all there was to it. he had so many ways of showing you how much he cared about you. when you’d had your first fight, you heard a loud wrap on your door at 2am, finding a tearful kuroo apologizing as you immediately enveloped him in a hug, apologizing just as much as he did. you’d find little notes he’d written in your shoe locker, things like “good luck!” as if he mirrored your letters you’d sneak into his shoe locker before big exams or games. he talked about you so much, to the point that it was a running joke within the volleyball club that kuroo couldn’t go a single conversation without bringing you up. falling for you wasn’t easy for him because he wasn’t even aware that he had by the time he noticed. it wasn’t until he felt a moment in time that was completely frozen - nekoma had just won against one of their biggest rivals: nohebi. the very first person kuroo turned to, face elated as equally as it was sweaty — was you. all of a sudden, his face fell, his eyes growing wide. your face fell with his, thinking perhaps he’d hurt himself. you frantically ran over to him, embracing him and asking him if he was alright. his adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he peered down at you. he hoped his eyes told you what he was thinking - and yes, you saw he was desperately, feverishly trying to tell you something… but you couldn’t quite place what it was. but oh, those golden eyes. they shimmered like gold, smoldering like fire.

i want you, his eyes were trying to tell you, i want you so bad i’m burning up inside.

—

your hands carded through his hair, a soft hum vibrating through your chest.

you weren’t sure what in you led you to say it. maybe it was exhaustion, or perhaps hurt. maybe it was resignation - that it was time to move on.

“you know, tetsu,” you began, eliciting a rumbling hum from him in response below you, “i used to have a crush on you in high school.” you accompanied this confession with a laugh, but it came out as shrill and nervous - you cringed. you felt kuroo stiffen below you. he was silent for a moment, as if choosing his next words with great care.

“…in high school?”

your hands paused their ministrations for a moment. replacing your frown with a fresh smile, you pressed forward, “yep. the good ol’ days, right tetsu?”

you cursed inwardly as he sat up, those golden eyes piercing into your eyes. he’d sometimes do that - he’d try to tell you something with his eyes, but you could never decipher the message, yet too cowardly to ask.

“in high school.” he repeated. he wanted nothing more than to scream.

you scoffed sarcastically, “uh, yeah, weren’t you listening?”

his eyes searched your own, as if looking for an answer in your own - or maybe a question. you steeled yourself, lest his perceptive eyes uncover your true feelings.

“well, that kind of sucks then.” he finally said after sighing.

your eyebrows furrowed in a hurt expression, “hey, i know it was kind of cringe and you obviously didn’t feel the same way but you don’t have to be rude about it.” you huffed.

his eyebrows rose in shock, “is that what you think this is?”

you were beginning to grow angry - this was the most common reason for your fights - kuroo wanted you to read his mind, thinking his intentions extremely obvious. (they were to everyone except you.) you recalled the time you’d went out with a guy named matsukawa and you swore you remember kuroo glared at him for the whole week you went out.

you let out a sharp breath, “then what is ‘this’ kuroo?”

he winced at your use of his surname but continued on, “so you’re saying that you don’t like me now?”

you sputtered. “like” wouldn’t begin to describe it all. you long since had resigned yourself to the fact that you’re completely and utterly in love with him. you folded your arms, attempting to counter, “that’s not the point, you were being—“

“do you like me right now?” kuroo pressed, rising to his feet and inching toward you, a look of both desperation and pleading on his face.

you looked away, muttering something under your breath. he gently held your chin between his thumb and index finger, angling your face back to his. his face was incredibly close now. his breath fanned your lips as he whispered a soft, “please.”

you allowed yourself a shy nod. that was all it took for him to kiss you like it was the last kiss you’d ever had. his face was that of pure desire, desperation, and needing. if you’d only been aware of how badly he’d needed this, how badly he wanted this - for so, so long. he’d do anything for you. his kiss seared you, leaving you gasping for air and pushing at his shoulders to give him the hint that you do in fact need to breathe. he was a gentlemen, pulling back long enough to gaze lovingly at you, pulling his thumb across your plump lip, before he dove back in and kissed you just as long and hard. this process repeated for what felt like hours - sublime, magnificent hours.

at last catching your breath, he let out breathy, “i…love you…so, so much…”

you were everything to him, and you finally knew it.

[gizkasparadise]

Worst second lead syndrome in KDRAMA?

there's a couple of contenders :'D

mr. sunshine: gu dong mae and kim hui seong

when the female lead has 3 love interests and you like 2 of them way more than the one who was endgame 🤡. dong mae/ae sin reminded me so, so much of a more dark version of one of my eternal OTPs, renji/rukia from bleach: childhood connection, woman from a noble class, guy from a rough background, they separate and reconnect years later. although in mr. sunshine the guy turns to organized crime :'| but the pining. the scene where ae sin's dress goes over dong mae's hands will keep me fed for years!

hui seong on the other hand was just so damn likeable. i have a thing for the Sad Clown character archetype and i think him and ae sin could have really understood each other given some more time, but sadly that doesn't exist for ANY of the couples in this drama.

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reply 1994: chil bong yi/"seven shut-outs"

lol the second lead syndrome that got me to drop an entire drama :'D i remember their kiss scene at the party and how it cut to him having to run extra laps during baseball practice but he was smiling the whole time and i was like no i cant watch this guy become a punching bag for 10 more eps :'D

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she was pretty: kim shin hyuk

on the one hand, we got a certified Weirdo who is super into the female lead before her makeover, is supportive of her at work, and looks like the center of one of the biggest kpop groups of all time?

on the other hand, we got a mean boss who used to be a childhood friend, but apparently doesn't recognize her anymore because she's no longer hot

like. this was no contest??

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cheese in the trap: baek in ho

now that i've read the webtoon, i actually like the main couple a little more, but in terms of drama!CITT, it should have been baek in ho all the way. the two had way more chemistry, better scenes, and better development. it says something that i was way sadder about their friendship breakup than hong seol's breakup with her actual boyfriend

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my first first love: seo do hyun

SONG YI LITERALLY SAID HE WAS HER LOVE STORY?! ugh!!!! this one continues to baffle me, because they actually dated in the drama, had great chemistry, and the only reason they drifted apart was because do hyun had family obligations and couldnt just drop everything at any moment the way tae oh could. tae oh + song yi felt shoehorned in together at the end, and their love story fell flat comparatively. tbh i interpret do hyun's present to song yi as a "see you when you're ready for your second husband" beginning and i will not accept other interpretations

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and last but not least:

chicago typewriter: yoo jin oh/shin yul

this one-sided love story totally wrecked me. he mentored her, he betrayed their organization to save her life, she shot him for it. he comes back as a ghost and still loves her ;; like!!! ahhhhhhh. it didn't help that se ju was a dick for the first half of the drama. the scene with seol's shoelaces coming undone and "someone's missing you" will wreck me until the end of my days