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burnedbyshoto · 5 years

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Attraction

Kinktober Day 27 ~ kink: rivalry

pairing: todoroki shouto x fem!reader

warnings: smut, cussing, alcohol mention, college!au

word count: 11,000

a/n: I went.... plus ultra on this... I wrote it all day and I think its amazing. if you’re concerned I even made a literal summary of what it is. by all means you can read most of this even if you don’t like smut!!!

Synopsis: You and Shouto have to work with each other on a psychology project. A psychology project on attraction. The hard thing about this of course is that the two of you hate each other.

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Being a doctor was the biggest dream you’ve had since high school. You wanted to take care of people, improve their physical and emotional wellbeing. A doctor was your everyday hero and you wanted to be that.

When university applications began during high school, you submitted an application to the best school in Japan.

Yuuei University.

They were now known for their very low acceptance rate, it's high retention and graduation rates! As well as most graduates becoming the most successful individuals in their field! It was no question that you applied there!

When you got in, your family and you had celebrated for an entire week. It was extraordinary.

Of course, Yuuei was a rigorous university. You spent days and nights studying. Even the weekends weren’t filled with partying due to the nature of your classes. As a Biochemistry Major, you had a lot on your plate. All while taking the needed courses as well as the pre-req classes for medical school. You were always at the top of your game.

So when you were selecting classes for the second semester of your third year, it shocked you to hear that four more units of a psychology class were needed. A class needed to complete the core requirements that the university held.

So you sat in your advisor's office. Your eyes looked at the different courses offered for psychology. All the weird ones were for the second semester. You had first pick still, given that you had so many credits and were now an upperclassman.

“Is there anything in psychology dealing with physiological or neurological issues?” You asked, only seeing Abnormal Psychology which you’d already taken.

Your advisor looked up at you, his tired eyes bloodshot as he skimmed the course list. Aizawa had been your advisor since you were admitted. You came in already declared as a Biochemistry major and had stuck with your decision all this time.

“There’s a 400 level class called Psychology and the Brain,” Aizawa told you, moving his computer screen for you to look at. “It looks like you met the requirements to take the class, and it’s the only class close to what you want.”

You nod your head as you type out the class on your phone.

“It meets twice a week, Tuesday and Thursday for two hours,” Aizawa tells you as you nod. All of your other classes were on other days. It worked within your schedule.

“That sounds good!” You chirp standing up, slinging your backpack over your shoulder you sigh. “You’ll let me know if I have any of the same classes as him?”

“No can do, you two have the same major. You need to get over this childish rivalry.” Aizawa deadpans as your nose wrinkles.

“Fine.” You moan as you wave goodbye, your pace quickening so you wouldn’t miss your one p.m. lecture.

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The Next Semester

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Your eyes widened as you stepped into the Psychology lecture. It was a bigger class then you were expecting. With a total of what you were guessing to be already sixty people in the class, your eyes locked onto your friends.

“Y/l/n!”

“Hi, Mina.” You smile as you walk over towards the empty seat next to your best friend.

“I can’t believe I’m taking this class!” She gushes as you sit down next to her, your fingers pulling out your laptop in preparation for the class. “I wasn’t going to take this class at all, but then you told me you were taking it! I also heard that this is a huge partner-based class, so if we get paired up together it’ll be super fun!”

You nod your head in agreement as the pink-haired girl rambles off. She speaks excitedly about what this new semester was going to bring! About how excited she was for the final year next year! While she was speaking to you, your eyes took a better sweep of the room.

There were a lot of people you recognized! You’d taken classes with many of these individuals before. It was for general biology, general chemistry, and the abnormal psychology class. You smiled and a warm feeling spread in your chest seeing that the one person you didn’t want here wasn’t here.

“Did you hear that Yao-momo is going on a date?” Mina asks you, and your eyes widen.

“What! No?! With who?!” Your jaw is on the floor as Mina catches you up to speed.

During your freshman orientation, you were then placed into a group of twenty kids. Under the name of Group 1-A, the twenty of you became very close friends! To this day, you were all very close! That is, except for you and him.

Well, he wasn't close to anyone except ten people.

Your eyes snapped towards the front of the lecture hall as Professor Midnight walked in. Multiple binders in her hands as she tossed them onto the table by the podium.

Professor Midnight was a blessing to your school, in your opinion at least. She was incredibly intelligent and was very open about her sex life. Midnight was funny and entertaining. It made you wish at times that you were a psychology major just so that you could have more classes with her. Midnight believed that being open with your sexual identity and things alike were important.

“Alright!” Midnight shouted towards the class and everyone quieted down. “The syllabus is on the website, make sure to read it! We have a lot to cover and not enough time so without further adieu, let’s get—“

The doors opened.

Your eyes looked back and your previous excitement died in your chest as you saw who walked in. Tall and serious, with a pair of black joggers and a black t-shirt he sat down near the front of the class.

A short giggle was heard from Mina who nudged you. You had to restrain the frustrated groan at the back of your throat as you rubbed your throbbing temples.

Why?

Why must this always happen?

“Todoroki-san, thank you for being on time for the first lecture.” Midnight jokes with no malice as she turns her attention back to what she was saying.

Your eyes wander toward the two-tone-haired man. Your fingers drum against the desk as you exhale, why was this always happening?

“As you may or may not have heard already, this class is a major project class. There is minimal lecturing, only presentations that will be conducted based on your topic. The final is a paper and formal presentation to be done with your partner.” You felt Mina nudge you with her elbow and you glanced at her and grinned. “That being said, I have already created said partners for you.”

Your smile fell off your face as Midnight connected her laptop to the projector.

“This list was created at random, so no, I do not care if you want to trade or switch partners. You don’t get that option. Please find your name and partner and sit next to each other. We will begin with your first assignment after you’re paired up.”

The list flashed onto the screen, and your eyes scour the list in search of your name.

Please just let it be someone good…

“Oh,” Mina exclaims, her hands on her face as she grins. “I’m with Aoyama!”

“Aoyama’s in the class?!” You ask looking around for your favorite blond.

“I guess so, but I need to go find him now! Good luck!” Mina cries as she grabs her things and looks around.

Your frown increases as your eyes continue down the list.

Y/l/n y/n.

Y/l/n—

Your breathing stops in your throat as you find your name near the bottom.

Todoroki Shouto, Y/l/n y/n.

Oh no.

Your eyes immediately look over towards Todoroki who’s looking back at you. If this was an anime, the class would have dropped in temperature by fifty degrees by two of your’s icy glares. Both of you didn’t move.

Everyone else was already with their partner, introductions being made if they didn’t already know the other.

But you and Todoroki?

Neither one of you moved.

Your gazes still locked, but your bodies were unmoving. Like hell, you were going to move to the front of the room.

In fact, Todoroki was the only person in the front of the room! You had also decided that you were not moving.

With your gaze never breaking away from his, you point towards the empty seat next to you. Todoroki rolls his eyes, his own finger pointing towards the empty chair next to him.

Both of you refusing to move, and your heart was pounding in your frustration. Why was he such a fucking dick?

“Todoroki, Y/l/n…” Midnight called, her arms folded as her eyes swept between the two of you. Giggles erupt within the class. Oh yes, the hatred and rivalry between the two of you were legendary within the school. “One of you needs to move…”

“I was here on time, professor.” You say never once breaking eye contact with the heterochromatic man. Who the hell did he think he was anyway? Thinking he could act this way because his dad was rich and sort of famous?

“As was I.” Todoroki quirks his eyebrow. “Lecture starts at one thirty-five. It was one thirty-four when I walked in; Midnight was early.”

“Doesn’t change the fact I was here first.” Your lips pressing into a scowl as you crossed your arms.

“Too embarrassed to sit in the front, y/l/n?” Todoroki taunts and your rage spikes.

“Too stupid to pay attention near the back, Todoroki?” You retort.

“Children, children!” Midnight cries, her fingers rubbing her temples. “Let’s compromise! Why don’t you sit in the middle of where you both are.”

You want to say no, but you know what a pain in the ass the two of you are. Still, as you gather your things, the two of you refuse to break eye contact. You walk towards the middle and sit on the aisle seat. The class snickering as Todoroki takes the other aisle seat.

There was no winning in this war.

“...okay, well moving on. Let’s pick your first research project which is due next month!” Midnight exclaims her hands grabbing a jar with folded pieces of paper in it. Seeing that you and Todoroki were in front of everyone else, Midnight approaches you two first. “Who’s pulling?”

Both your and Todoroki’s hands shootout. Your eyes glaring at each other as Todoroki retreats his hand given that you’re closer. You smirked in triumph as you place your hand into the bucket and pull out a piece of paper.

You unfold the paper and read-aloud for the class.

“The Mental and Physiological Effects of Attraction…” Your voice trails off, your body seemingly wilting in on itself as you sigh.

Todoroki’s glare slams onto your face and ooh’s and ahh’s resonate through the class. Your hands rub your face as Midnight giggles leaving the two of you to get to the next pair.

Why were you so out of luck when it came to Todoroki?

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“So, you’ll never guess what!” Mina laughs as she drinks from her bottle of soju.

You roll your eyes as you look over your class notes from the week. After what you would call an average first week back to school, you and your friends were gathered together to study and drink. Was it a bad combination? Yes. Was it fun though? Yes.

“Let me guess!” Hagakure squealed. The medical mask she always wore was on the table, her stack of textbooks and notes on the floor. Hagakure wasn’t one too involved in her studies. “Todoroki-kun and y/n are in all the same classes together!”

Your cheeks flared up in embarrassment and anger as the six girls howled in laughter. “Come on!” You moan as you pouted. The many pages of notes you had been writing were currently being transferred onto a google doc for clarity and memory retention.

Mina nods her head excitedly, ignoring your protests as she rambles. “Not only are they in the same classes, but they’re partners for the entire rest of the semester! Plus they’re writing about attraction!” The girls seem to eat this right up as you try to ignore them.

Momo nudges you with her shoulder, her fingers grabbing at your notebook for the psychology class. “You two can’t get enough of each other, can you?” She teases as she flips through your notebook that was already filled with notes.

“You’d think with all those classes they have together they’d at least be lawful with each other.” Uraraka snorts as she takes a rather big chug from her drink.

“He’s a fucking dick that’s why.” You roll your eyes as you crack your sore wrist. You had finished up your notes for your biochemistry class. Now you would be moving on to starting the paper with Todoroki.

There was a good reason for this paper to take an entire month to be due. It was required to be at least fifty pages with fifteen different resources, and to your belief, it was going to be a pain in the ass to complete.

“I think he’s super hot, too bad he won’t ever give in to my seduction!” Mina sighs and you choke on your water, your eyes flying to your best friend.

“E-Excuse me?!”

“Just because you two want to skin each other doesn’t mean I don't want to.” Mina laughs and you groan.

“Why do you even hate Todoroki-san?” Tsuyu asks, her fingers on her chin in a quizzical fashion. “I thought you two were finally over your pride?”

“OH, I can explain this.” Jirou cackles as leans onto the table. Her musical compositions hidden behind her elbows. “Todoroki and y/n are in the same major! They have the same classes all the time somehow, and have received the same test scores on everything! They share the same ranking in school because of this, and y/n is super salty about it.”

“I am not salty!” You complain, your hands covering your face as the girls laugh at you. “I tried to be fucking nice, but he was a total cunt to me, so I stopped.”

“But Todoroki-san isn’t rude.” Momo defends her longtime friend.

“To you maybe.” You sigh, your fingers grasping the bottle of wine that Momo had been hogging. “I just think there’s no reason for me to be nice to someone who isn’t nice to me.”

“Sounds petty to me!” Uraraka laughs as you kick her shin from under the table. But the girls are too lost in their mirth over this situation that your protests fall on deaf ears. “Watch them get into the same medical school, too!”

You freeze as you look up from your new google doc, “What now?”

“He wants to be a doctor, too.” Jirou sighs, her head leaning against her palm. “This is really old news.”

“Wha--”

“Why do you even dislike Todoroki-kun?” Hagakure asks, her head tilted as she takes a long chug from her drink. “I’ve never understood why.”

“Because he’s arrogant, condescending, his voice is entirely way too annoying! He always rolls his eyes when someone says something wrong but never raises his hand to say the right thing! Then he always has this attitude! For the one philosophy class, I took, did you know he always was on the opposing team just to fight against me? I was never fucking wrong, but he never failed to be on the opposite team just because I was on the other team. Plus, that one time I had my hands full of shit and was trying to go to the elevator -- stop laughing -- he let the doors close before I even got there!” You scowl at your amused friends who were in very much enjoying your rant. “So no, Jirou, it is not because of school-related things!”

“Maybe they just need to fuck to get over whatever’s happening between them.” Mina stage whispers to Uraraka who nods in agreement.

“Come on, what is this high school?” You roll your eyes.

They could only grin as they shouted to each other their ideas as to what was happening between you and Todoroki. There was a knock on your door and you sighed as you pushed away from the table and walked over to the door.

“Who is it?” Tsuyu calls before you can even open the door.

“I don’t know!” You respond as you throw open the door and come face to chest with Todoroki.

A scowl solidifies over your face as you look up at the taller man. “What?” You ask, your arms folding as you lean against the door frame.

“You guys are being loud.” He says, his face in a deadpan.

“Quiet hours aren’t until midnight, and it’s only eleven.”

“I know, but we can still come over and complain.”

“We’ll be quiet at midnight.”

“I’m asking you to be quiet now.”

“You’re the only ones complaining, and I’m sure you and the boys aren’t being quiet yourselves.”

“Midoriya has a headache.” Todoroki narrowed his eyes at your stubborn position.

“Midoriya-kun was over ten minutes ago! He was feeling perfect because he was talking to Uraraka-chan.” You remark, your hands coming out to look at your fingernails.

“Who is it, y/l/n-chan!” Momo calls out this time.

“It’s me,” Todoroki responds as you made no effort to respond to your friend.

Your eyes shut in a grimace at the sounds of scraping chairs. You can hear them walking over. The small yet amused chatter ringing in your ears as you glare up at Todoroki who quirks an eyebrow at you.

“Hey, Todoroki-kun!” Mina exclaims and you watch as your friends all greet your bitter rival.

“You guys are being loud, would you mind being quieter?” Todoroki asks someone in the group, but his eyes are concentrated on yours.

“Oh, yeah! Sorry for being loud.” Jirou responds back for the group, but you roll your eyes as Todoroki smiles in thanks. It’s a smile directed at Jirou but his damn eyes are still on you. A stupid charming smile on a stupid fucking asshole.

“Is that it?” You ask, your nose sticking up into the air, your hand on the door ready to slam it into his face.

“Oh, for the paper. I’ve already started.” Todoroki tells you with a condescending smirk. “I’ll share the document with you, but I don’t expect you to write anything productive or of value onto it.”

“I can write a fucking paper in two minutes that is a trillion times better than you in a whole month.” Your sneer as your grip on the door tightens.

“You look like the type to forget to write your own name on papers, oh wait--”

You slam the door in his face, your ears burning with embarrassment as you refuse to turn around. You don’t want to see your friends faces as your head slams against the wood door.

“You… forget to write your name on your papers?” Momo asks you.

“It’s okay, y/n, I forget all the damn time.” Mina cackles as they drag you back to the kitchen. Despite your best attempts, the girls remained relatively quiet for the rest of the night.

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Two Weeks Until the Paper is Due

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You walked into the library. Your fingers were holding onto your cup of tea. Your arms filled with books for your research paper, and your backpack was open. You ignored the looks of pity that followed you as you climbed the staircase of the library.

How was it only two weeks into the semester and you were looking like it was finals week? This was the fucking worst.

On top of your disheveled state, you were late for your meeting with Todoroki. On one hand, you hated being late. You were a punctual student and always arrived before necessary! So there was a part of you that felt bad even if it was Todoroki. But on the other hand, fuck him.

You giggled at that thought as you moved towards the study rooms on the back walls. Your eyes peered into each room. Looking for what seemed like the genetic phenomenon boy himself. You found him in the room furthest away sitting in there with Bakugou who was packing up his own things. Without knocking you walked in, the door slamming against the wall as you did so.

“Fucking hell, y/n/n!” Bakugou hissed as you walked in. “Learn how to open a fucking door correctly!”

Placing the cup of tea onto the table you smiled at the ash-blond who was zipping up his backpack. “Sorry, my hands were full and I don’t know my own strength.” You tease as the blond man pinches your cheeks playfully. “Ow, don’t be an asshole!”

“Respect the laws of the school first.”

“Don’t become Iida!” You laugh as Bakugou pulls you into a one-armed hug. Oh, how the three years at Yuuei had changed this man.

“Hah? Shut the fuck up.” Bakugou rolls his eyes as he pulls his backpack on. “Alright, I’ll be going, see you guys.” His hand waves as he walks out of the room leaving you and Todoroki in the awkward silence of the room.

You move in silence. Pulling out your notebook, organizing the textbooks you had, and grabbing your laptop.

Todoroki is sitting by the wall, and in a room designed to hold at most ten people, you sat on the chair furthest from him. You pull out the rolling chair and sink in. Your eyes falling on Todoroki finally who was looking less than amused.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“I don’t want to waste my memory data on you.”

“Too bad, you’d finally have something of value on your phone.”

Todoroki rolls his eyes as he leans backward. “You were late though.”

“Oh get your panties out of a twist,” You mumble as you open the shared document between the two of you. “I lost track of time.”

“You said you were on your way thirty minutes ago. You’re five minutes away.”

It’s your turn to roll your eyes as you stare at him, “I’m tired, Todoroki. I went to go get some damn tea and they messed up my order! But since it was the coffee rush hour they couldn’t make my tea right away as they typically do.”

Todoroki glares at you but breaks away from it as you both turn to the paper.

It’s silent outside of your fingers hitting the keyboard. The paper was being written at the very least.

Well, okay, it wasn’t really.

The two of you had fought at three in the morning about how ugly the paper was being written. Yes, your roommates were sick of the two of you when the argument was being fought. The same night he had told you and your roommates to shut up, you went over thirty minutes later to complain about how he was writing the paper. Under the combined powers of Momo, Iida, and Midoriya the two of you agreed to write the paper separately. Later you would join whatever flowed better between the two of your pieces. The prompt was the same after all, and you were both using the same resources.

“I’m playing music.” You announce, putting your Spotify playlist on.

You knew what music Todoroki hated. It took getting your best friends drunk, but you had managed to get a shitload of information on Todoroki. Details surrounding what he liked, but more importantly, what he hated.

You concentrated on the paper in front of you, but the curling grin on your face was unstoppable as you caught him freezing. His eyes snapping over to your hunched figure as I Want It That Way by the Backstreet Boys played through your speakers.

“I don’t like this song,” Todoroki says, his tone smooth. His hands pressing into the table in what could be an intimidating position.

“Hm, I don’t remember saying I was playing this song for you…” You murmur. You straighten up as you stare at him, your mouth dropping as you shake your head. “Don’t tell me you’re not a fan of pop music? This genre has the greatest artists in the world! Like when people say they like rap or lo-fi they’re insane for ever believing that!”

Todoroki stares at you, his expression unamused as he turns back towards his computer.

Oh yeah, you were both going to murder each other well before this paper was due.

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One Week Before the Paper is Due

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You sat on Todoroki’s bedroom floor.

Your hands shifting through the mountain of books the two of you were in possession of for the paper. The assignment itself was not hard at all. In fact, had you been with a less infuriating partner, you were positive it would have finished already. But for some reason, whenever Todoroki and you made one step forward, you shot back twenty steps.

Today you were working on the assignment in his room for a few varying reasons.

One is that for some reason all the study rooms were being used and the two of you didn’t have time to wait around. Second, being that Uraraka had requested to have the dorm room for four hours. Given that you have all requested to have the place to yourself before, everyone agreed. The third and final reason being that Todoroki’s kitchen and dining areas were now occupied by his roommates.

When the two of you trudged in together, his roommates nearly lost their shit. Kirishima and Iida were the most expressive, and Bakugou had quirked an amused eyebrow. You were a bit confused as to why they all seemed so excited by your arrival with Todoroki of all people. Most people were not so amused when the two of you entered the same room.

“We’re here to write the paper.” Todoroki inputted right away, walking to his room as soon as he could. You rolled your eyes as you went around and said hi to his own roommates-- your friends.

You, uncaring of what Todoroki thought of you, stayed out there and talked with your friends. Todoroki and you were both thirty-seven pages into your separate and yet to be fused paper. Given that you had a whole outline for the next at least thirteen pages, you weren’t in too much of a hurry to run over to his room.

“Y/l/n, really?” Todoroki snaps as you were talking to Kirishima about if he would help you dye your hair one day. You look over at Todoroki who’s changed into sweats and a white t-shirt.

Stupid fucking genetic phenomenon you internally cursed as you smiled at the other boys.

“I guess I gotta go, don’t forget about me.” You depart with a sad smile, Todoroki glaring at you as you pass him in the hallway.

Now, you sat on his floor as he took his bed. Your fingers were typing away as you hummed to the playing music. It was Todoroki’s turn to play the designated music, and you had to admit lo-fi music was extremely catchy.

Your feet tap along with the music as you think of ways to rearrange a sentence you had written.

“What did you get on Aizawa’s test?” Todoroki asked you, ripping your thoughts away from your writing. Your eyes fluttered as you looked at him.

“The test grades are out already?” You asked as you pull out your phone to look at your grades app.

“Just posted,” Todoroki grumbles.

You nod as you look at your result. A swell of pride shoots through you as you nod, “What did you get?” You ask a confident smirk on your face.

“Ninety-seven percent.”

“Fucking hell.” You growl tossing your phone away from you. “Same here…”

Your eyes glue onto your laptop again, and you miss the amused smirk on Todoroki’s face as you continue writing.

“Are you almost done yet?” Todoroki asks you, his eyebrow quirked.

You glance up, your eyes rolling as you scoff. “I’m on page forty-three, what are you on? Twenty?”

“I have fifty pages done.”

“No, you don’t.”

“I do.”

Your fingers trace your mousepad. Sure enough, there are ninety-three pages on the single document. Your lips tighten as your eye twitches.

“Well, it’s easier to write when you’re implementing an eighty percent quote paper.” You snark as you return to your pages.

“My paper has the bare minimum amount of quotes, you’re the idiot who can’t keep up.”

You huff your fingers returning to the paper as you typed away. The music kept playing as the two of you remained in silence. You pushed your hair out of your face. You continued looking between what you were writing and what you were needing to put.

“What are you even writing?” Todoroki asks you, his brows furrowing as you type away.

“The paper we’ll be submitting, why?” You ask, your eyes looking over at him before returning back to your screen.

“It’s kind of shit.”

“I bet yours is worse, so shut up.”

“You know, there’s no shame in admitting that you’re not good at writing.”

“There is nothing wrong with my writing!” You sneer as you continue writing, your fingers coming down to hit the keyboard harder. The clattering of the keys echoing in your ears as your heart hammers away.

“Nothing is making sense, it’s a research paper, y/l/n. Why are you trying to make the wording pretty? No one cares how many high-level words are in your vocabulary, be concise and stop being a fucking scholar.”

“Oh yeah, sorry, I forget that words like brain and neurology are too advanced for you.” You gasp as you stare at his unamused eyes. “Oh, let me dumb that down for you. My words too smart for your head.” You pout in mocking sadness as you return to your paper.

You can’t explain it, but your heart feels like it’s cracking as the two of you remain in tense silence as you finish writing.

It takes an hour, but you’re finally done with your fifty pages. You stand up without a single word. Your joints are sore from the uncomfortable floor, but you pack up without a sound. You can feel Todoroki’s eyes following after you as you throw your arms under your backpack and leave. His bedroom door slamming closed as you walk into the hallway.

Six pairs of eyes stare at you as you smile weakly.

“Bye, boys,” you say as you walk out.

This semester was nearly a month in and you were going to have to deal with him for the rest of the semester. Something told you that you were not going to be able to handle Todoroki for much longer.

Yes, you hated him, but you could not fight and argue with him every day of the week. It was just exhausting.

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Three Hours Until Paper is Due

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Your eyes trained on Todoroki’s paper.

Your pointer dragging along sentences you hated. Editing basic issues he passed by and leaving comments where you deemed necessary.

“What the fuck was wrong with that sentence?” Todoroki asks, his eye twitching as you were busy typing in a reason why the sentence was wrong.

“Wait for my comments,” you sneer as you press publish.

You continue reading his paper. Your eyes concentrating on yet another sentence that you believed was subpar.

“You hate the entire thing because I didn’t use a semicolon?” Todoroki exclaims, his hand dragging against his face. “Are you fucking sane, y/l/n?”

“Very much so, you’re twenty-one, grow the fuck up.” You roll your eyes as you type up yet another rude comment on his paper.

The two of you had been in a study room together for the entire day. Yes, the entire past sixteen hours the two of you have sat in this room together attempting to fuse this damn paper. So far it was not working.

Since the two of you had edited your works during the week, today was actually supposed to be a fusion day only. The second the two of you began reading over your essay, Todoroki looked at you, his eyebrow twitching.

He had gone on to complain that what you were writing was atrocious. That it was by far one of the worst things he'd have to read in a while. You, not wanting to be talked to like that about your hard work, fought back.

The two of you were now editing every single little word of each other's paper. Nothing passed your eyes as suddenly you both became literary geniuses. Grammar and spelling suddenly making sense to you as you destroyed Todoroki’s paper in your hands. No word went unhighlighted. Comments littered the sides of the paper commenting on truly trivial things. Things that weren’t needed to be said. Things that a psychology professor would not care about in the slightest.

There was nothing productive about your comments. With the ticking time falling through your fingers the two of you should be paying greater attention to what you were doing. But the anger, the uncontrollable rage for what was happening was too large, too grand to be ignored.

The two of you were obsessed with every new comment that was made. Your fingers scrolling to the new comment to yell and argue about how the other one was being childish. It was infuriating and you wanted to leave. Fuck Midnight’s random matching machine, that thing had to be broken if it landed on Todoroki.

“I don’t know why I didn’t fight Midnight on why you were my partner.” You growl as you highlight an entire block text of a quote and wrote in that it seemed fictitious and off-topic. “You’re the most immature person I have ever had the displeasure of knowing.”

“Oh please, I have a niece who’s in her terrible twos and behaves better than you do on a good day.” Todoroki jeers his eyes like ice as he glares at you.

“I’ve met a four-year-old who’s able to write more complete sentences than you!” You sass, your elbows on the study room table, your face leaning in towards his. “You either write run-on sentences or a three-word sentence. Did you ever learn about the subject and predicate of a sentence? I would be more than happy to teach you because it’s obvious you weren’t taught!”

“Honestly, it shocks me that you’re even a STEM major. You want to be what? A doctor? Oh please, you have to be actually smart and a team player. But you? I have never seen you once try to be apart of the team. If it’s not your way, it’s no one's way.”

“Aw, you do know things about me.” You coo, but your words are steely. Your nostrils flare as you lean away. “Don’t even fucking start on me with the team playing. I participate in groups, I fucking love group work. Just because I don’t enjoy doing these things with you doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy it at all. You’re not the center of my world.”

I’d beg to differ.” Todoroki coldly smirks, his body shifting closer to yours, and you move in too. Your eyes flash down to his lips that are pulled into a disgustingly attractive smirk. His muscles tensing on his arms. “Tell me, y/l/n, what are the different things the body goes through when you’re attracted to someone. It seems like you don’t fucking know this.”

Your eyes narrow, what was this some fucking test? Of course, you knew! You spent an entire fucking month researching it. Your hand moves to wipe a rolling piece of sweat from your temple. When did it get so damn hot in this cold room?

“The main components of being attracted to someone is summed up in the following physiological states. When attracted to someone, eyes dilate. Bodies sweat more. Bodies become in sync, due to mirroring habits people have when they are high on endorphins. Dopamine levels rise as well as serotonin. Dopamine helps regulate movement, attention, learning, and emotional responses. It also enables us not only to see rewards but to take action to move toward them. Since dopamine contributes to feelings of pleasure and satisfaction as part of the reward system. It also plays a part in addiction. Serotonin in the brain is thought to regulate anxiety, happiness, and mood. The more you have the better your mood. It was also seen that the putamen and the insula light up on an MRI. Indicating that the studied person is experiencing feelings of romantic love, or attraction.” You snark this all while staring him in the eyes.

Your body as tensed as his.

Neither one of you moving.

Neither one of you allowing yourselves to breathe heavily.

“You don’t even fucking see it, do you?” Todoroki growls as he leans back.

You lean back as well, your arms folding. His arms fold.

“See what Einstein? That I fucking know what I’m doing despite what you think? Are you fucking kidding me Todoroki? I deserve to fucking be here even if you hate me! Would you for one moment stop being a complete asshole to me and fucking leave me alone? And people fucking wonder why I hate you,” you hiss leaning in.

Todoroki’s hands slam onto the table. You jump taken off guard due to the loud noise, and you feel your breath stop in your throat as he leans in dangerously close. His face is centimeters away from you, his eyes angry and yet convoluted with something else...

Your eyes widen as your jaw drops slightly, did you finally push him over the edge?

You watch as his own eyes widen slightly he chuckles. The sound is deep, running against your skin in a way that sends chills down your spine as his eyes trail your body.

“Your eyes are dilated right now,” Todoroki observes, his voice low and husky. “You're sweating just the slightest bit, don’t think I didn’t catch you wiping it away. Your body has been moving in sync with my own this entire fucking month. I’m sure your dopamine levels are soaring on account to your attention to me, is your heart racing because of me? Are you anxious? I think you are, which means you have a healthy amount of serotonin in your body. The putamen and the insula make the hate circuit more interesting. Both of these areas light up on an MRI when the person is experiencing feelings of romantic love. So, you tell me, y/l/n, do you actually hate me? Or are you attracted to me?”

Your eyes are wide, Todoroki’s soft yet heavy breathing hits your lips as you continue staring at him. The wide and cocky grin on his face is infuriating, yet stupidly hot. Your blood feels like it’s boiling, anger and fury pumping through your veins as you take in his words again. The knowing laughter that slips from his mouth only further incites your swinging emotions.

“That’s what I thought.” Todoroki determined as he moved to sit back down.

Now you were no idiot. But what you did next was fucking dumb.

Your fingers lashed out, fisting into the collar of his shirt and slammed your lips into a searing kiss against his own.

The windows had been drawn earlier on account of your noisy roommates and friends taking pictures of the two of you fighting. The door was also locked due to that fact, and you were planning on using that to your advantage.

Your lips pressed against his, hot and heavy movements as you pressed further into him. Uncaring, unconcerned about his reaction.

Todoroki groaned softly, his lips moving to keep up with yours. His fingers digging into your biceps as the two of you stood up, leaning over the table as your lips continued this passion-filled battle.

His lips are fervent against yours and your mind spins from having his mouth against yours. Where you really all this time just attracted to him but refused to admit it to yourself? Todoroki’s hands move from your biceps to searching the table, your eyes barely manage to open. They’re heavy with lust, laced with growing desire as your lips part. The books and laptops are taken off the table, leaving the table meant for four students empty and clear. As you come back up from placing your laptop down, Todoroki’s warm hands feel like fire against your heated skin. And you let him pull your face in for another impassioned kiss.

His lips are heavy against yours, pushing and pulling you in with every movement of his lips. He continues pulling you closer and soon enough you’re climbing on top of the table, pants leaving your mouth from the high position of the table as you crawl closer to the boy who was making your heart beat faster than any strenuous activity. As you move closer, his hand runs from your face to rest against your ass. His hands are strong against your ass, and he pulls you nearer so that you’re sitting on the edge of the table, his body between your open legs.

You’re gasping now, sharp breathing as you try to calm your nerves. This man set your mind on fire, and you were drowning in his lips. His mouth dissipating all the anger and hatred you held in mere seconds. Your mouth opens and your tongue swipes at his bottom lip, pleading for entry. Todoroki moves his hands from your ass, trailing down your legs to pull you closer to him, and his mouth opens granting you entry.

Tongues crash together in the middle. Dominance riding high on both of your parts, neither one of you wants to let the other into each other's mouth. But lord, is his tongue working magic against yours. Your body shuddering as your legs wrap against his waist, your crotch pushing forward to grind into his pelvis. His budge is obvious against your clothed core and both of your moans tumble into your mouths.

His hands trail under your shirt and you arch against his chest, and in your moment of serenity, his tongue is able to push into your mouth. You shudder in his hold, his tongue tracing around your mouth in a way that makes your eyes roll back. His tongue runs against your tongue, swirling around it before tracing the roof of your mouth. A moan expels from your mouth as his other hand slips under your shirt. Todoroki laughs, his voice falling on his tongue and you tremble softly.

What the fuck was wrong with you? Making out with Todoroki Shouto in the library study room? There must be something in the air.

Todoroki’s mouth left yours completely, his hot mouth trailing down your neck. His teeth nipping at your skin, his lips sucking against your skin. Your head tosses back in increasing pleasure as your hips press against his bulge again. His mouth stays on the same spot, his mouth sucking harshly against your skin, his teeth biting down sinfully against your skin.

Your arms wrap around his body, pulling him desperately closer to you. The friction not enough, these actions not strong enough for you. “Don’t be a pussy about fucking me.” You can’t keep yourself from stating as Todoroki pulls away from your neck. Your skin throbs from the hickey that has for sure formed.

“Don’t worry,” Todoroki smirks as he lifts your shirt over your head, “I won’t.”

You suck in a sharp breath of air as the cold air hits your exposed body. You feel dirty for wanting to fuck Todoroki. You feel disgusting and delirious for wanting him to claim you right in an often-used library study room. You don’t have time to think anymore as his lips come back to claim your lips. This time, you’re not going to give in as your teeth sink into his bruised lower lip.

The harsh motion of your teeth sinking into his plump and used lips makes him moan. The sound is electrifying to your ears. Your tongue slides back out to soothe over his throbbing lip. Your grin spreading across your face as Todoroki picks you up from the table. Your body shudders as your aroused sex brushes up against his hard cock. His hips thrusting up against your own and you cry out in his mouth. Your own teeth sinking into your bottom lip as Todoroki’s mouth trails down your chin. His teeth brushing against your jaw causing your hips to roll out against him.

Your arms wrap around his neck as you bring your mouth against his neck. Your mouth trails peppering kisses against his strained neck, and your hips grind down against his bulge. “Please take your shitty shirt off, Todoroki.” Your groan as your fingers drag against his muscular back. The muscles delicious against your skin, yet you feel denied, you feel teased at the fact you can feel him better.

Todoroki moans as your heavy and hot breathing makes his mind reel against the cold saliva on his neck. “Call me Shouto, y/n, I think we’re past this last name business.” He growls. The simple use of your name sends a heavy shiver down your spine. You never thought you’d hear him call you y/n and Shouto felt like a stranger on your tongue, but you feel coy as you nod.

You push away, your hair whipping over your shoulder as you stare at his blue and gray eyes. You watch his pupils that are blown wide stare into you as you lean in close. The sweat building slowly on his temple as your mouth pressed against his ear softly.

“Of course, Shouto,” you accentuate his name and he groans.

His hands grip tighter against you as his lips come back against yours.

Your hands reach down for the hem of his shirt and you waste no time in tearing it up over his head. His toned body now exposed for your desiring eyes as you breathe shakily. Maybe you were always attracted to him.

You look at him and a proud blush spreads across your face as he stares at your breasts. You were not at all wearing a cute set, they were simple, black and not revealing. But the way Shouto was looking at you. The way his finger trailed up to your covered bra made you believe that you were wearing the best lingerie set in existence. “Do you like this set?” You tease, your teeth biting down on your bottom lip as you look into his eyes under your eyelashes.

“I think I’ve been the world's biggest idiot for denying you for so long.” Shouto groans as his face pushes forward to kiss your breasts. You feel like you’re melting in his arms as his lips ravish your tender breasts.

“Who says -- fuck -- who says I want you?” You gasp as his mouth continues trailing sweet and hot kisses against your skin. “I’m a wanted woman, you know.”

“Like hell, I’m letting you go now,” Shouto grunts his large hands enveloping your breasts as he gropes them. “Don’t pretend you don’t want to be mine.”

You don’t have the chance to respond back as Shouto’s right-hand moves behind your back and removes your bra with one hand. The smooth action somehow turning you further on. The bra is thrown off your body and your breasts bounce as they’re not entirely exposed. You don’t know how to feel bashful or to feel confident in the way that Shouto stares at your exposed chest. His eyes locked on your breasts, his lips dragging against his teeth as he looks back up at you.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Shouto groans as his mouth slips your nipple into his mouth. You cry out as your hips roll against his crotch again, and you feel him walking forward.

You whine as Shouto sets your back onto the cold surface of the library table. Your pants heighten as he slips off your sweatpants. The cold air hitting your hot legs making you shudder at the temperature difference.

His fingers roll your free nipple between his fingers. The sensations on your nipples overwhelming as your hips thrash against his. Moans and gasps pour out of your mouth as he continues ravishing your breasts. His teeth nipping and pulling on the sensitive skin. Your head throws back as he pulls away, a resonating pop filling your ears as he lets go of your nipple. Harsh heaves leave your mouth as you look down, your breasts shine with his saliva and you moan again.

“I’m going to fucking eat you out, and you’re going to watch me the entire fucking time,” Shouto commands you, his fingers hooking around your panties. “Do you understand?”

Breathlessly you nod your head. Your eyes locking onto his bi-colored ones as your panties join the rest of your clothes on the floor. Shouto chuckles as his finger drags against your soaked slit, “You’re so fucking wet.” Shouto remarks and your body shudders against his actions. Your eyes flutter closed before you force them back open to peer down at Shouto, “Good girl.” He praises and you feel your pussy throbs at those two words.

Shouto presses a hand against your waist and you watch as he sinks two fingers into your blazing heat. You cry out in pleasure as his heated fingers plunge in and out of you. Your eyes struggle to keep themselves onto his proud form. Your hand slaps across your mouth as his fingers curl within you. Their curvature adding even more stimulating pleasure within your body. Melodious moans are now muffled underneath your hands and Shouto sneers at that.

“Don’t hide what I’m making you feel, y/n.” Shouto snaps. His fingers increasing in their roughness as they pound against your soaked pussy. “Don’t you want the world to know that I’m the one making you feel this way?”

Your hand trembles as you move it away from your mouth, but your teeth subconsciously clamp down onto your bottom lip. You’re embarrassed at being caught in the library. Even though you were attracted to Shouto, you didn’t want to be found in this state.

On a public table, legs wide open, and Shouto’s fingers deep into your pussy.

Shouto, unsatisfied with your quiet affirmations of his actions, slips another finger into your aching pussy. A silent shriek leaves your mouth as you push up off the table. The additional width of his thrusting fingers overwhelming.

“Oh,” Shouto laughs smugly, his smile stretching wide across his face. “Did you like that?”

“Yes, you blind fucking idiot!” You thrash against his fingers, your head falling back in your distracting pleasure. The sensations are numbing your mind. Your rationale slipping away as his fingernails drag against your inner walls. Your cunt feels like it’s pulsating faster than your heart as he continues going.

“Aren’t you just a fucking sweetheart.” Shouto purrs and his hand reaches out to lock in your hair. Your head is roughly brought back up, and a low groan of pain rumbles in your throat as you stare at his slightly furious eyes. “Didn’t I say to fucking look at me?”

Your chest heaves in embarrassment and wounded pride. Like hell, you were being dominated by him.

Before you could try wrestling him for dominance, his mouth lowers towards your dripping cunt. His tongue takes a languid and slow lick. His tongue slipping between your slit and you fall back onto the table. Your eyes fluttering in their battle to stay open. Your eyes still locking onto his victorious face.

Your legs tremble as he thrusts his tongue within your drenched walls. His tongue swirling in circles and thrusting further in. His fingers still thrusting into you as you fall apart on the table. On one lick, one measly irresistibly mind-numbing lick, your legs come crashing against his head. Shouto’s free hand moves to grip onto your trembling thighs. His tongue coaxing your orgasm closer to the edge.

“S-Shouto!” You curse, your hips moving desperately against his mouth. Your hips were unforgiving against his merciless tongue.

Your eyes struggle to remain locked on his eyes, your body twitching with the building pleasure. The electricity igniting in your flesh and bloodstream. You can hear the sounds of your squelching pussy against his moving fingers, and your jaw drops. You’re under his absolute control and you're no longer able to hold back anymore as your orgasm is right on the edge, but then he pulls away. His fingers and tongue disappearing from within you. Causing you to whimper in pain, in lust, and in denied orgasm.

“Suck yourself off my fingers.” Shouto pants as his arousal covered fingers press against your mouth. You take his fingers without a second thought. Your teeth scraping softly against his fingers as you suck your juices off of him. Your eyes remain on his as your tongue slips between each finger. You suck onto his fingers as he pulls away and Shouto growls as he pulls his hand away from you.

“Get up.” Shouto snaps, his hands moving to remove the belt around his waist, and you are quick to slide off the table. Your knees buckling under your weight as Shouto removes his pants. You watch in an almost lusting horror as his cock springs out from under his underwear. He was by far the biggest guy you’ve ever seen and your throat feels dry as he gasps. His dick must be hypersensitive already.

Steeling yourself over, you drop to your knees, uncaring that he wasn’t quite ready as Shouto struggles to step out of his pants.

As soon as his feet are free, your hands immediately grab his length. His girth wide enough you struggled to hold it with one hand. You smirked at the fact that he had two protruding veins on both sides of his cock, how typical for this half and half genetic phenonium.

“Y-Y/n…” Shouto stutters as your hand fists up and down his length in pretense. Your eyes snapping up to meet his lust covered ones.

“Now,” You sigh as your thumb rolls over the pre-cum that slips from the tip of his head. “I better not catch you not looking at me, understood?”

Shouto licks his lips, his eyebrow quirking. “I don’t take orders from you.”

You smile softly, but there’s a strong sadistic tone to it as your hands twist his skin. Shouto curses as he nods, “Fine!”

“Good boy," you tease as your mouth opens and you let him penetrate it. His girth so wide you had to open wider than you were used to. You gasp as you push him further down your throat. Your eyes flashing up to see Shouto struggling to keep his head down and eyes wide. Good god, you hope you were wet enough to take him in without lube.

Your mouth sinks down as far as you can go while not straining yourself. Your fingers trailing up and down his toned thighs as you move your head up and down his length. You’re now in a smooth rhythm, sucking his cock with enough vigor to make Shouto curse your name.

Your movements signal to Shouto that he can move as well. Shouto groans and his hips move forward. You relax against his rocking hips, you're focused on your breathing as his cock moves up and down your throat. Deeper and deeper, you feel his cock move within you. His hand pressing against the back of your throat, and you gag softly against his length.

Your eyes look back up to see Shouto’s eyes closed. Moans and pants spilling out with every thrust, and your cheeks hollow out. Creating a vacuum sensation against his length.

“Fucking shit!” Shouto snaps. His hands tangling within your locks as he overtakes your dominance. Shouto then begins fucking your throat without hesitation. “Taking my cock like the dirty slut you are, of course, you would be good at this,” he hisses as his cock only goes further down your throat.

You struggle to breathe with his thrusting. His snapping hips overwhelming you with their speed and depth. He’s barbarous against your throat. Uncaring about the burning sensation erupting through your airway as he continues at his strength and speed. Your tongue swirls around his thrusting cock. Trailing against his veins as his hips stutter.

You moan against his length. The action allowing you to gain more air and sending a snarl from Shouto’s mouth as his pace increases.

His hips abuse your throat, and you’re delighted in the fact that you’re keeping up. The soft gags that occasionally slip from your mouth stirring him on. The hum on your throat allowing him to further his strength and speed as your actions overwhelm him. He’s sinful yet heavenly in your mouth and you want him in your dripping cunt. Your thighs shaking with the mere thought of him having his way with you.

He pulls his length away from your mouth. Your saliva stringing between your mouth and his still erect cock. You cough as you try taking in the air again, the lack of oxygen had been ignored as your pleasure was so high.

However, you don’t have the time to adjust to your new air as Shouto pulls you up from the floor. His mouth once again attacking yours as you find your back pressed against the table. His lips are intoxicating, and you can still taste yourself in his mouth. You moan as he lifts you up on the table again.

“Fuck you’re amazing.” Shouto grunts as his mouth trails down your neck and you shudder. How you craved a man you were ready to beat the shit out of earlier was beyond you. Maybe attraction and hatred ran on a fine line.

“I know I am,” you gasp as he spreads your legs, the tip of his cock stroking your soaked folds.

“I’ll get you to say it when my cock is in you,” Shouto chuckles and you moan at the feeling of the tip of his head sinking into your trembling cunt. “Are you ready?”

Your head nods nevertheless, and you still as he chuckles.

“Say it.”

“Shouto--”

“I want to hear you say it," he interrupts, and you stare into his bi-colored eyes and feel as if you’re drowning in his them. They’re desperate, needy, and full of want. It’s enough to steal your breath away as you nod again.

“Please fuck me.” You whisper, and Shouto smiles.

A shriek crashes through your mouth as he pushes his cock all the way into your awaiting cunt without hesitation. His girth stretches you out in an unimaginable way. Your walls fluttering as they attempt to relax and grow used to his size. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, you’re so fucking huge!” You cry as your body trembles as Shouto leans forward. His own breathing a quiet hiss as your walls clench around him.

“I bet I’m the biggest you’ve e-ever had.” Shouto cockily rasps, but his words feel powerless as he is affected by your pulsating walls. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight.”

You whimper as the painful throb in your pussy lulls and you wiggle your hips against him, “N-Now fuck me right. Don’t fucking make me regret giving in.” You gasp as his eyes lock on yours.

There’s something unsaid flowing between the two of you. An agreement, a secret being whispered through your eyes. Three years of frustration and denied attraction. Three years of forced hatred disappearing between your bodies.

Shouto smiles, small and sweet, yet terribly contrasting as he adheres to your demand. His hips position to a better angle, and you can only watch with fluttering eyes as he begins ramming into you. Your hips move in time with his. Both of you desperate under your denied orgasm and this heightened state of pleasure. Shouto’s hands grip your waist. His grip leaving bruised marks as he slams your body faster against his huge cock. He's stretching you out deliciously. His hands drag out under your ass, clenching your supple flesh as this tiny different position stretches you out in a mind-numbing way.

His hips crashing into yours is transcending, and your cries only fuel Shouto on. Your body feels as if it is on fire as he drags a single leg up onto his shoulder. His cock bottoming out into you making your back arch off the table as you wail out his name. Shouto’s heated fingers press against your throbbing clit. You sputter as he rubs harsh and delicate figure-eights onto your puffy nerve. Your pussy is clamping down on his moving cock, slowing him down slightly, before he grunts and increases his speed and strength.

Your noises of pleasure silences as his cock hits the back of your walls, your legs thrashing around as he drilled into you the same way.

Again and again.

More and more.

His cock smashing against your walls until he tilts his angle and comes down hard against your g-spot.

“SHOUTO!!!” You scream as he continues pounding into your g-spot. His name a prayer on your lips as he continues fucking your brains out.

You shoot up off the table, your screams sounding in his ear as you wrap your arms around him. Despite the fact that your leg was on his shoulder, you held on. The angle allowing Shouto to drive his cock against your g-spot over and over again, your screams drowning out as his mouth covered yours. His body is giving you exploding sensations, your tightness making Shouto moan and curse.

“I needa -- fuck yes, baby do that again -- I needa come!” You squeak as your body rocks against his own.

“Come for me, baby.” Shouto sighs into your mouth. “Come around my cock.”

The pleasure in your belly is overwhelming, it's building up so fast, and your toes curl in electrifying pleasure. You can’t handle it anymore, the pleasure being too much.

Your orgasm crashes through you, your vision turning white as your jaw drops as your screams go silent. Shouto’s mouth continues to move against yours, kissing sloppily against your teeth as he chases his own orgasm.

His hips continue slamming into you, they’re brutal as they slam over and over again. He’s chanting your name as your stimulated cunt continues clenching around his length. His pace is making you grow limp in his arms, although your hips still continue to roll against his. His breathing is short and tense. Panting as he struggles to keep himself composed.

“Come inside me…” You whine into his ear, desperate to feel his hot seed expelling within you.

His cock stretches you out in a new way as he presses you back onto the table his arm lifting your second leg over his shoulder. The twin bulging veins on his cock rubbing a fire against your walls. Shouto fucks you mercilessly, his fingers clenching your ass as you come apart for him. Shouto, unable to keep a controlled mind on his shoulder, loses himself within you. His hips drilling forward one last time. A heavy load shooting into your throbbing cunt.

Shaky breathing fills the air as he pulls out of you.

You whine at the lack of him within you, and your body relaxes as he steps back. Your hands pressed against the table as you pant, desperate to find your air again. A whimper on your tongue as you feel your combine cum seeping from your clenching pussy.

“You were amazing.” Shouto chuckles as he leans down next to you.

You moan as you look over at him.

“I can’t believe I let you fuck me in the library without you even buying me dinner…”

“...would you let me buy you dinner one day?”

Your eyes blink as you stare at your rival in front of you. Your cheeks feel like they’re on fire as you nod.

“I’d love to…”

You moan softly as his lips press against yours.

You lose yourself in his lips until the reason why you’re in this library to begin with flashes across your mind.

“SHOUTO THE PAPER!”

Bonus!

Everyone stared as you held onto Shouto’s hand as you walked into your psychology class. Everyone was silent as the two of you sat next to each other in the same row you two had claimed as your own.

No one dared to speak as you kept your head down and Shouto, unconcerned about others' opinions, placed his arm around your shoulder.

You’re pretty sure you heard people choking on their air at that fact.

Midnight thankfully strolls in, her hands full of her things as she’s ready to get these presentations over with.

“Thank you to all of you who turned in your papers on time! We only had one pair not do that!” Midnight chirped as she stared at you and Shouto.

There was a spike of restless energy in the room as they all put together quickly that it was top students Todoroki Shouto and you.

“Care to explain to us why it was late, and why you two are suddenly… buddy-buddy?” Midnight grins, her cheeks blushing as she finally was able to bring the two of you together, not that you knew anyways.

Shouto stood up, and your heart beat in your chest as you had no idea what he was going to say.

“We fucked.”

And screams sounded throughout the classroom.

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Trust Fund Baby ♡ Kim Seokjin

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x reader

Genre: Fluff + Softcore Smut with a side of Comedy

Word Count: 6.1k

Warnings: includes softcore porn, mc cries during sex bc too much feelings, fake engagement, Jin’s mum dislikes YN

Summary: Kim Seokjin is the biggest Trust Fund Baby, it is no secret but he’s almost thirty and on the line to inherit his dad’s CEO position, which makes his family set a deadline for his engagement or he loses it all.

The one where Seokjin is no good with buried feelings but Y/N isn’t any better (they kinda hate each other and they have to share a bed okay, thats the cliche here)

A/N: banner made by me, whoa I finally got this bad boy finished that took quite some time, well, I hope you enjoy, these past few days haven’t been nice to me but I’m slowly working on it. Much blessing to all of you reading this first attempt at a slightly longer shot.

Seokjin has always been one to enjoy the finest things in life, traveling around the world at any given time? check. shopping without checking the price tag? check. attending a top tier university? also check.

The thing is, one can only live so long without having to actually work for every single swipe of a black card. He is about to turn 28, youngest child of the most successful tech innovator in Korea and a former second-place Miss Universe, and he has yet to bring a girl home that provides him with some kind of secured future to the family name.

“We are not getting any younger” his mother had said the first few times the topic was brought up during their usual family Sunday brunch, but the words fell on deaf ears.

When his dad started getting involved in the matter, Seokjin knew he was over and done with.

But as much as his dad was headstrong, Jin was one himself too, he entered each blind date knowing that he would make whoever was sitting across from him, absolutely despise him after less than an hour went by, which was quite a hard task in itself, seen as he was pretty good looking and with a heavy amount of money under his name.

See, he would have probably agreed to marry to some of the girls that his dad sent his way, but every time he sat down for dinner with each of them, they were not even trying to fake being interested in him, just his lifestyle, whether it is if his dad was about to name him CEO any time soon or how much money they could blow off in the wedding.

He could do it for the rest of his living days, scaring off his father’s candidates, that is. It was somewhat fun, earning a weirded out look when he mentioned he liked bathing in goats milk religiously, or how he allegedly liked being put to sleep like a baby, he even once went as far as admitting a fake toe kink in the most perverted way possible when one of them just wouldn’t budge.

Then again, his fun could only last so long, as his father called him up to the office to give him a 30-day ultimatum or his trust fund would be taken away for good. Now that had the gears in his head working, how on earth would any sane enough person agree to marry in a month-long time.

“I’m not saying you’re not a keeper, hyung but I honestly don’t think I can take up such a responsibility,” Namjoon laughed as they sat in one of the campus’ lounge chairs while they waited for their class to start, the elder groaned in response.

“Could you imagine having to marry THE Kim Seokjn in less than a month, but also having to meet the standards of tech genius Mr Kim and universal beauty Mrs Kim” Jungkook laughed at his friend as he patted his shoulder in pity “I don’t think anyone is willing to put themselves through it hyung”

“Could you just- I don’t know, help me out a bit? I already know I’m fucked”

“Okay, let’s say… who could pass the scrutinising judgemental eye of the Kims?” the blond one offered, just a bit of teasing in his tone “They would have to be a girl, your father seems adamant on that one” he paused as if in thought “ A nice family name would help too”

“She would have to be good looking too, my mum says Seokjin-hyung’s mum can never be seen without looking like she is about to own a runway”

“Well that’s about it, I will be broke for the rest of my life, I won’t be able to pay my student loans, it was nice knowing you guys, I’ll just have to work at some greasy old diner to pay for a one-bedroom apartment somewhere out of the city and we’ll never hang out again because I’ll be a disgrace of society, this handsome face will just wrinkle and spot without the high maintenance and- ugh” he buried his face in between his hands, resting on the table in an overexaggerated manner after his rant, making the youngers try to stifle a laugh

“Whoa, what is the drama queen crying about now?” Taehyung, another friend of theirs approached the table after hearing the not so subtle commotion “Hyung, if your night cream went out of stock again, you know I can get my mum to ship some to you, we’ve talked about this”

If Seokjin’s dramatic outburst from before had made them laugh, Taehyungs’ confession made them burst in a fit of laughter that had both of them holding onto their sides “You’ve- you’ve had to restock Seokjin-hyung on- on night cream before?”

“And now he’s going to kill me, stop laughing!” he took a seat next to them “What is this about anyway?”

“His dad said he has to marry or they will completely obliterate his spending rights”

“Oh but, how hard can it be? You’re Kim Seokjin, just ask a girl to fake marry you”

“He’s just worried that after having a taste of Worldwide Handsome, they won’t let go ” Seokjin let out an overdramatic groan at that, continuing to fake cry, sound muffled by his arms

“Then just ask someone that doesn’t give two shits about your money or reputation to fake marry you”

“I don’t think such a person exists, hyung”

“Yah, Y/N is a good option, her family is filthy rich too”

“But isn’t Y/N… you know, a bastard child?” Taehyung was known amongst their scene as a social butterfly, not caring about the protocol they were subdued into when they were children, so it made sense that while for them it was almost a rule to never consider an illegitimate child a friend of theirs, Taehyung would just jump over that fact.

“Which is exactly my point, if you show up to your parents’ house, saying you’re ‘oh so in love with this black sheep’ I could bet my life, they’ll let you off the hook”

So maybe Taehyung was right, you were his best shot so far. Contrary to what most people new to the scene of Korea’s high society believe about your social status as an illegitimate child of the car emporium’s CEO and national treasure, he knows you are more of an insider, having grown up with him but… pretty much on the side. It wasn’t like you were alien to his lifestyle, but as you both grew up and he was involved more in the family business, you had grown apart, going as far as rebelling against your father once you were grown up enough to understand what being a bastard child meant for you.

He never stopped seeing you around though, once you started going MIA on business dinners and family trips, he thought enough to see you during classes.

However, you stopped being recognisable after he attended a semester abroad, coming back home to see pigtails and pink puffy dresses long gone, in their place, ripped jeans, which were completely unacceptable for a lady, according to his mum, and driving one of your dad’s self-proclaimed archnemesis designs.

It was a spring semester in high school, he could recall the time as if it were a precious memory, while the rest tried to pretend it had never happened in the first place; at age 27 he doesn’t have to try so hard to recall the way you burst into one of your father’s celebratory cocktails, drunk off your ass, barely managing to get a hold of some mic and screaming into it how he, and everyone else attending the party, had a stick up their asses that didn’t let them see anything but price tags before you were dragged off stage by security. He had giggled at it but his mother had scolded him, asking him to pretend as if you had never existed in the first place.

So of course, the secure way out of an arranged marriage was simple: you.

Now, this promised to be no easy task, he knew you hated his family almost as much as you hated your own father, but he also happened to know his way into negotiating an infallible plan that would get you to rebel against the system you were so adamant on taking down.

“Wait wait wait, so you’re telling me, asking me, to marry you” so perhaps approaching you on your way to class wasn’t the smartest way to do it, seen as you halted your hasty walk to turn to look at him, books in hand and looking like you hadn’t slept in days.

“Yeah, fake marrying me though”

“I would still sign a contract, Jin you do know we would be legally married, right?” he just raised his shoulders as if to dismiss your statement.

“Say, hypothetically I do it, I don’t think your parents would approve of me” you resumed your walk and he found it appropriate to play dumb with a smile on his face.

“Why wouldn’t they?”

You stopped walking again and blinked a few times his way as if debating inside your head if he really was that dense“Jin… I’m a bastard child, you know how it goes around here”

“Hmmm I’m willing to look past that, yeah” you stared at him for a few seconds before smiling in a knowing way, resisting the urge to roll your eyes at him, not being able to see past his words to his true intentions on the matter since you two hadn’t really hung out for years “So what do you say?”

“No thank you” you weren’t about to turn around once you started to walk away once again, but out of the corner of your eyes you could see him hanging his mouth open in that drama fashion he was known for.

Days passed and each one seemed to go by faster than the last, by the time two weeks were left, he could practically hear the ticking clock inside his head, reminding him that maybe he should have gone for an easier target, perhaps some girl from the country club that seemed to always try so hard to steal a glance from him. But then again, he wouldn’t get rid of her for all he’s worth.

Seokjin tries, again and again, everytime ending up with a no from you, he starts actually trying as his days run low, peer pressure, you’d call it as he set up a huge booth full of roses just outside your dorm building, a mic held in his hand as everyone around him took videos of THE Kim Seokjin making a fool of himself for a girl, your cheeks blazing red as you walked up to him, finally fed up with him as you angrily whispered to him “You’re asking me because you don’t think I am on your level, you honestly think less of me, why? because I didn’t grow up in a golden cradle like you and your friends? because I actually have to work for what I have? You’re an asshole Kim Seokjin, but I will prove you, I can absolutely charm both of your parents, I’ll do it” Seokjin’s grin taking over his features.

The first time you officially posed as Seokjin’s girlfriend, you wouldn’t have thought it would be one of the most nerve wrecking experiences in your life, having grown in a wealthy family, after your mother decided to leave you with your biological dad and his rightful heirs, you were no stranger to their roundabouts, their lifestyle and everything in between.

“Well you cleaned up nicely, Y/N” Seokjin said in a mocking tone, body resting against his black car just outside your dorm building as he watched you close the glass door, ready to drive both of you to his family’s vacation house all the way in Jeju Island

“Why aren’t you a gentleman and help me with my stuff?” you groaned as, once again, your suitcase betrays you and tries to slip away from your grasp.

“Nah, not really my thing” he adjusted his sunglasses perched on his nose as he mockingly added “...darling”

“Kim Seokjin, I am the one doing you a favour by going with you!” you shouted back at him, in a futile attempt to get him to help you as he was already buckling himself up inside the driver’s seat.

In all wealthy family fashion, as soon as Seokjin phoned back home to let his parents know that he was ‘finally ready to bring his girlfriend over’ his mum had gone all out and invited most of the inner Kim family for a weekend get together in one of their houses in Jeju, with just a text the night before having to leave campus as a heads up for you to get ready, currently on your way to catch a plane.

“Wait so let me just get this straight” you said, surprised at Seokjin’s story of how the conversation with his mum went down, turning in your seat to face him more clearly “just after month of your parents trying to set you up, you just went ahead and straight up lied to your mother by saying that you’re bringing your long time girlfriend that you just somehow never mentioned before?”

“Yeah, Y/N, didn’t you hear me out the first time?”

You let out something between a laugh and a scoff as you melted into your seat “We’re so screwed”

Two hours and a lot of bickering later, you are still pushing your own suitcase forward as you and Seokjin made your way to a rented car just outside the airport.

“Listen so- these family things are kinda..”

“Stuck up?”

“I was gonna say etiquette-driven, but yeah, stuck up probably fits best” he said as you buckled your seatbelt on, him beginning to drive away and towards his family address, somewhere from the side of your eye you could see his hand trembling lightly on the steering wheel. Could it be that Kim Seokjin was nervous? The Kim Seokjin?

“Relax Jin, I know exactly how to handle it. We grew up together, remember?” you said smiling at him as he turned your way for a second; to calm him down, but honestly it was more a thing to try and calm yourself down, having ran away from such a lifestyle, stirring things up in your family, only to end up somehow at the center of it all was sure a wild ride to be on.

“Yeah, I sometimes kinda forget you used to be so much better at this stuff than your sisters” his eyes lingered on you a second too long as you stopped at a red light, a small smile taking over his lips and the car behind you being quick to make it known that Seokjin was taking up too long to start the car going again when the light changed.

The ride was pretty much silent and kinda awkward but soon over with as the car pulled up to a familiar villa, white houses with fancy front gardens and over the top luxury cars lining up together as Jin parked on the third house on the right, just beside the one that used to be your father’s, and probably still was.

A woman was waiting by the entrance door, which you soon recognised to be Seokjin’s mum, looking just a tad older than how you remembered her from all those years ago, a bright smile on her face as she rushed to the driver’s side to greet her son.

“Ah Seokjinnie! You never visit anymore, look at you! Are you eating well? You look so thin!” she said as she placed two sonorous kisses on her son, one on each cheek.

“Yah, eomma, we talk on the phone a lot though”

“Wait so who’s the lucky lady you’ve brought home?” you stood kind of awkwardly on the front of the car to greet her with a small bow and a faltering smile, your heart speeding up at the memories of what your life used to be, fingers gripping your bag tighter in an attempt to not run away as soon as her eyes landed on you and her smile fell “Y/N? Seokjinnie, is Y/N really the girl you brought home?”

“Surprise?” Jin said from behind her as she not so subtly let out a huff and entered the house as you tried not to notice how your heart sinked at the sight, surely, you had always known deep down that you were quite the talk of the town amongst the families, with you being a bastard child and all, which was exactly why Seokjin had asked you to pretend to be his girlfriend, so his parents would drop the topic, very much preferring to see his son single rather than married to an out of marriage offspring, which not only made you realise that what you had promised yourself to make Seokjin down his words would never be true, you could never in a million years make his parents love you, and you didn’t calculate just how much it would hurt yourself as you tried.

“You can take the room upstairs, I’ll call you when your sister’s back so we can have dinner together” his mother said as she made her way inside without another word

“So I don’t think your mother likes me” you blurted out as soon as you closed the door to the room “Which I guess, goes exactly as you planned, after this I don’t think they’ll be pestering you to marry”

“Y/N that’s the least of our problems”

“What are you talking about?”

His eyes opened up to emphasize along with his hands dramatically pointing towards the bed “There’s only one bed and I have a bad back so I’m not about to sleep on the floor”

“Well that’s the least you could do Kim, I’m not about to share a bed with you”

“Take the couch?” he said as he pointed to a small couch that faced the window

“Kim Seokjin I’m doing this much for your sorry ass, so unless you want me to go down and tell your mother that all of this is a set up, you take the damn couch”

“Well I never knew you looked that hot while yelling at me, Y/N”

“You’re insufferable”

“Y/N come on, I don’t fit in that couch” he whined at you as you walked towards the bathroom to freshen up

“Do as you please Seokjin, but you’re not sleeping with me”

As if dealing with Seokjin’s mum wasn’t enough, his sister was about to burst your head either from all the questioning or out of spite from the looks she was giving you as you sat across from her on the dinner table

“So Y/N, your sisters never mentioned you dating our Seokjin”

“Oh yeah- it was more of a very private matter, we dated for awhile just to see how it went, right Jinnie?” you said the nickname in a honey dripping voice that fitted the fake scenario you had going on

“Ahh yeah, yeah, Y/N and I, we uh- we like keeping to ourselves”

“And I haven’t seen you at your dad’s company dinners after- well, the incident”

“Seung” their oldest brother said sternly, catching up with her intentions “We’re just glad to see you again, Y/N”

“Thanks”

After dinner, Jin and you walked upstairs saying your goodbyes to the rest of his family to enter the bedroom, separately doing your night routines, you lied on one side of the bed as Seokjin prepped a few blankets and pillows in order to lie on the floor “I was just joking, you know? You could sleep on the other side of the bed” you said, feeling somewhat guilty at how he had taken your past statement as a rule

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable” he was quick to say, already tossing at being uncomfortable lying on the floor.

“Oh so now you’re being considerate?” you scoffed- sure, Seokjin was kind of a dick, most of the time, but he wasn't half as bad as most people his age and social status, but honestly speaking, if he was so preoccupied on making you uncomfortable, he wouldn’t have even proposed to make you go through this whole ordeal “After what I just had to go through with your sister?”

“Well you kind of accepted to come” he retorted in a soft voice, one you hadn’t listened to him use before, as if over the course of the short dinner time, something had changed in your relationship “A friend doing me a favour, you know?”

“Seokjin…” you trailed off, however as far as you two went back, after news broke that you were somewhat cut off from your father’s heirship, and everyone started treating you cold as ever, you would have thought Jin had gotten the clue “We stopped being friends a long time ago”

“What are you talking about” the night was filled with silence apart from your two whispering voices in the dark as both of you laid there

“Yeah after… that time, we hadn’t talked to each other until now” Describing your relationship with Seokjin was one of the most difficult things to do, while you were still part of the official lineage of your father’s, the Kims had actually even rooted for you to marry Seokjin, whomst you were head over heels at the time, both of you were, but Jin being the good son and heir to a tech emporium, had always disliked the way you stood up against your father and the whole elite thing your families had going on; needles to say, you both completely cut off any strings attached after you proclaimed your despise to the whole wealthy ordeal and you were vanished from your dad’s will.

“I fail to see your point” and for a second you would have loved to believe his soothing voice in the dark, to still be in friendly terms at least, with him, after all this time.

“Nevermind just- goodnight” you said as you turned on your side to cuddle the pillow in between your arms, his soft voice reaching your ears once more and for the last time in the night.

“Goodnight Y/N”

“I’m just going straight to the point here, Y/N what exactly do you plan on achieving by marrying my son?” Jin’s mother said as soon as you came down the stairs, Seokjin having left the room a while back

“Nothing ma’am, we’re just really in love” something inside you twisting at the lie that could have been truth if things were just a tiny bit different than how they were evolving at the time, the words leaving your lips sounding as the mere truth to your ears nonetheless

“I don’t buy that lovebirds facade, Y/N drop the act now” she turned to look directly at you, trying to sound menacing, which, would have worked, had it not been for you handling her for quite some time now, so you just tried your sweetest smile at her “Whatever you and Seokjin had when you were teens, your father and Seokjin’s father called it off”

“I know” you tried to conceal just how much the reminder hurted, the memories flooding into your mind, of you and Jin being engaged even before meeting each other, the good times you both spent together as friends, a few months as something more, then the lonely nights when it was all over and it had seemed like a dream that just wouldn’t ever come true.

“Just so you know, I’m keeping a close eye on you two” were her last words before leaving the kitchen, off to some other place in the house.

“Yes ma’am”

“Hey, Y/N, we’re heading to the beach you coming?” Seokjin asked as he laid his elbow on the counter, you pull him towards you, taking his hand in your smaller one as you watched his mother closing in on you two from the distance before she set her eyes elsewhere

He leaned in to you, whispering “What was that for?”

“Your mother knows something’s up” you shortly answered

“Y/N, I didn’t know you were coming” Seokjin’s father looked just as he did the last time you saw him years ago, his face contorting into an incredule one as he saw you descend from one of the cars that took you to the beach “Are you and your father on a better place now?”

“Oh no sir, I’m accompanying Seokjin” if he hadn’t believed your presence at first, he surely wasn’t believing the words leaving your mouth; Seokjin’s father had always had a soft spot for you, my hardest working tobe daughter-in-law, he had once said, and even after you and Seokjin’s engagement was called off, mainly by your father even when Jin’s mum said otherwise, his dad had offered you a place in his company’s headboard after you graduated, which you politely denied, knowing that someday, Seokjin would be CEO and you would have to work under his name directly.

“Seokjin? my son?” you nodded “What has Seokjin ever done to deserve you as his fiancee?”

“The same thing I keep repeating myself” you mutter more to yourself than for him to hear

“What was that?”

“Oh, nothing!”

The weekend with Jin’s family was as monotonous as you remembered them to be, with family dinner after a day at the beach, plus the constant scrutinising eye of his mother on you two, which made you both hold hands more than the normal amount a real couple should, only to have to spend the night at a lonely bed.

“Jin, I’m cold”

“Well you sure aren’t planning on also taking my blanket from me, you’ve taken my bed already” he joked from his made up bed on the floor, which in hindsight, was probably even colder for him than for you

“Jin”

“No can’t do”

“Come cuddle me then” the words had left your mouth before your brain could even complete to process them, the situation all too familiar from years before, like muscle memory, your brain had just dwelled into a common relationship between the two, too easy to slip away from.

“Ohhh you’re already falling for worldwide handsome” he joked, only you knowing the truth his words hid behind them and you felt your face heat up, somehow deciding against backing up.

“Shut up just-” torn between spilling your “new found” feeling for him that were remains from a past love or keeping it the bare minimum “I’m cold”

“Fine, I’ll be there” he paused, and you knew him all too well to know that he was wearing a stuid grin on his face, wondering if by any chance the innocent banter had a deeper meaning for him too as he added “Almost fiancee”

You could hear a shuffling of blankets and him throwing his pillows on the bed before he literally jumped on it, whole body hovering over yours, his eyes glistening as they bore into yours as he kept his body weight on his extended hands, a familiar twist in your heart at the distance, his lips on yours in the blink of an eye for less than a second before he rolled off to the empty side of the bed

“What was that for?!” you panicked, not loud enough for anyone to hear but him

“I don’t know it felt right”

As you turned to confront him, the air suddenly didn’t feel as cold as before, a warmth enveloping you both that felt like home, like this place and time was exactly where you were supposed to be all along, your hands coming up to caress the side of his face as his larger ones tugged you closer to him effortlessly without breaking eye contact; both of your faces coming closer to each other, noses brushing against each other before your lips found his, an all too familiar setting for the both of you, everything feeling as if both of your lives had been a movie that had been unwillingly paused and someone had pressed play just as you were close like this, feeling as if all those years apart were nothing when together, his hot tongue lapping your lower lip as you granted him entrance, tongues dancing with one another as time seemed to slow down, a gasp escaping your lips as his cold hand found its way into your pajama pants “sorry, is this okay?” he whispered against your lips, to which you agreed, your own hands scurrying under his top to caress his torso, his lips finding your sweet spot under your ear all too easily, as if he had never forgotten about it, his pants straining by each passing second as you felt him grow harder against your thigh, hand going under the covers to palm him over the fabric, which made him exhale a moan in your ear, feeling yourself grow wetter at the display, all too familiar, yet not enough, you lunged yourself over him to straddle his hips, clothed core rubbing against his covered length in a futile attempt to ease the tension “ah- you’re sure about this, Y/N?” he found himself checking in with you before you both lost yourselves to pleasure “a hundred percent, Jin”.

Seokjin was quick to rid you both of your clothing, both of you grimacing at the cold and giggling about it for a second before you resumed your ways with one another, Jin’s tongue working its way down your body until he reached your folds, eating you out like a man starved, his hand finding yours to grip tight as he went down to business, lapping up your juices and working you to your first quieted orgasm of the night with a questionable experience, were you two to have never broken up in the first place; you quick to turn you both over so you were on top and ready to ride his apparently aching length as soon as he disctrated himself by kissing you post-bliss tasting yourself on his tongue, a smirk forming in his features as he reached on the bed side table to roll a condom on himself, your hands teasing him already as you muttered a “Your parents are in the next room” that was soon answered with a cocky “We shouldn’t let them hear then” before you lined him up with your entrance and slided down on him, hands gripping each other’s as you started working a pleasurable deep pace, moans tangling with the other’s, eyes fluttering shut and a lonely tear rolling down you cheek at all the emotions that you had pent up and were slowly releasing by each thrust as you buried your face on his neck, startling Jin and making you look down on him to check on you as he noticed you crying “Y/N, are you okay?” he muttered sweetly before kissing your lips in the sweetest form, hips stilling as he was buried deep inside you, him tossing you underneath him, angling his hips better and taking over a more passionate pace, plump lips kissing away your falling tears, as if knowing that they were caused by something bigger than the both of you “God you’re so beautiful” he said as his pace became erratic “Come with me please, Y/N” whether his words or the newly found position as he pulled a leg over his shoulder, hitting all the right spots, worked you to your second orgasm, followed by him spilling in the condom, would remain a mystery as he was quick to dispose the used condom and clean both of you as you edged on sleep, his naked torso colliding with your bare back as he cuddled you.

“What are they doing here?” You muttered under your breath as Jin leaned into your frame, your right arm intertwined with his as you both rounded the corner to greet the guests that Jin’s mother had so carefully selected for the engagement party

“What? Who?” his eyes scanned the room rapidly

“My father and- Seoyun and Junghee” his free hand rested on top of yours in an attempt to let you know he was there for you, having witnessed first hand all the history between you and your family and mentally cursing his mother for playing you so dirty

“Shit”

“Seokjin I can’t keep doing this” you turned to him, eyes panicked and wide on the verge of tears, his mind racing a hundred miles per second in search for the right words that would make you stay, he had already lost you before, and even though things didn’t quite turned out the way he had planned, he wasn’t about to let you slip away again “I can’t face them again, after all they’ve put me through, Seokjin, they took away my dreams just because I wouldn’t pace around like the rest of them, this is your life, not mine I’m so sorry” you had ran out of his grip and out the door before his brain could even begin to process it, blinking a few too many times before he called out to you

“Seokjinnie! What’s taking you so long?” his mother had gathered the guests in the garden for the grand entrance of the newly announced engagement, tired of being kept waiting, walking up to him

“I’m so sorry eomma, I’ll- I just- I have to go” in his mind he was already out the door looking for you, had it not been for his mother’s hand on his bicep keeping him on place and turning him to look at her

“Kim Seokjin, we get it. Your father and I will wait until you find a girl to marry, one that suits you well” Seokjin’s mother was sure a woman that could not be fooled, but this one time perhaps it was Jin that had been fooled by himself on letting himself get close to you and fall in love all over again, just the way it happened all those years ago, just the way it was supposed to be

“That’s what you don’t get mum, I’ve already found the one”

“Y/N? Jinnie, Y/N is not part of our world, you know it”

“Then I want to be part of hers. I don’t care if you take my trust fund, take everything, I’ll build myself up, just like she did all those years ago and all of us, we all turned our backs on her, I want to be there for her, like it should have been from the start” he would have loved to record the incredulity in his mother’s eyes as she let her arms fall to her sides defeated, the first time Kim Seokjin had fail to complied with his mother was about none other than in an engagement matter.

Truth be told, you couldn't go far, there was no possible way you could just run home all the way from Jeju Island, but somehow seeing your tear stained face as you slumped over an old set of swings that he now recalled, you two used to go to back in the day, had his heart filling up, butterflies roaming his tummy

“...Jin” you exhaled his name, his mind quickly recalling the night before, how your eyes spilled love all over, how the past days watching you go on your daily routine alongside him, had him imploding with the purest kind of love

“Y/N? Listen I-” he began, a thousand words tangled in his mind waiting to be released

“I don’t think I made it”

“Made what?”

“Your parents to like me” a smirk appeared in his features as his hand came up to caress the side of your face lovingly

“Well you certainly made me like you” he said, close enough to your lips that you could have sworn both of your breaths mixed into one

“I don’t think you ever stopped liking me” a mirroring grin traced your lips before you leaned in to kiss him, whatever the path you two were once destined to walk, it was all different now, whatever turns it may take the only sure thing was that you two would walk it down together after all those years apart.

Plus, technically speaking, Jin’s trust fund should remain intact since he found a wife in less than a month’s time, and you could always ask his dad for that place in the company he was always talking about.

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Cross The Line

Title: Cross The Line Summary: College was meant to be about pushing the boundaries but (Y/N) toes a dangerous line. Pairing: Professor!Sam x Student!Reader Rating: X - Explicit Warnings: Angst/Fluff/Smut Word Count: 1399 Squared Filled: Professor!Sam Bingo Card: @spnaubingo A/N: None

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“Shit, shit, shit.” (Y/N) mumbled as she entered the lecture hall.

Between working late, studying later, she had slept through her alarm. Now, she was late for her Folklore and Urban Legends class. Trying to sneak into the smaller lecture room, she sat down in the first seat she saw just as her binder fell from her grasp. The echoing thud silenced the room and her face heated as all eyes landed on her.

“Thank you for gracing us with your presence, Miss (Y/L/N).” Professor Winchester spoke not turning for the whiteboard he was writing on.

Professor Sam Winchester was one of the more popular professors as he was the youngest on campus. Where his teaching style was matter of fact borderline boring, his good looks and enticing, deep voice made up for it. They were currently talking about famous urban legends throughout the Midwest.

“Your papers are due in two weeks and we will have a test on Midwest urban legends. Miss (Y/L/N), please stay behind for a moment.” Professor Winchester dismissed the class turning back towards the table with his things on it.

She swallowed hard as all the students walked past her. Gathering her things, (Y/N) walked down to the front of the room her knees shaking. Even though fluttering butterflies filled her stomach as she stood waiting for him to acknowledge her presence, she took the opportunity to admire him from behind. HIs broad shoulders were covered by a dark navy blazer and white button down shirt. The matching dress pants fit perfectly around his tight, bubble butt that then led down to his endless legs.

She shook her head as he turned biting her lower lip watching him loosen his black tie, “Can you explain to me why my top student was late today?” He leaned against the table, his kaleidoscope eyes never leaving hers.

“I slept through my alarm due to work and studying.” She watched as he crossed one long leg over the other unable to keep her eyes from looking at the obvious large bulge hidden beneath the thin material.

“How are you going to prevent that from happening again?” The Professor slipped his large hand within his pocket.

“I will structure my time more wisely, however, I will not promise that it won’t happen again. I have to work in order to survive and I have to study to keep up my GPA for my scholarships. I can promise to be more aware of my time and use it wisely.”

(Y/N) watched as the corners of his lips curled upward into a small smile, “I like a woman who is honest and determined. Since this is your first time being tardy to my class I will let it slide and even offer to help you study for your test tomorrow during my evening office hours.”

“Wha… um, that would be great. Thank you, Professor Winchester.” She stammered watching him shift the hand within his pocket against the bulge in his pants.

“You’re welcome. Be at my office at seven o’clock. Have a good day, Miss (Y/L/N).” With that he turned away dismissing her.

Muttering a goodbye, (Y/N) quickly made her way out of the lecture hall. The rest of the day, evening and into the next day was like a blur. Before she knew it, she was standing outside of Professor Winchester’s office five minutes to seven. Rapping her knuckles on the door twice, she heard his smooth voice beckon her inside.

“You’re early.” He observed not looking up from the stack of papers on his desk.

“Trying to make up for my lateness the other day.” She looked around his office as he finished grading the paper in front of him.

He was sitting at a large wooden desk with a couple of picture frames, a lamp and stacks upon stacks of papers. Behind him was a large window that was cracked letting in the cool evening air. Along one wall were bookcases filled with old books and several leather journals. The other wall had several degrees and some photos of the professor on trips around the country.

When she looked back Professor Winchester was watching her intently, “Please make yourself comfortable. I thought I could quiz you and the answers you struggle with or get wrong, we can discuss further.”

She sat on the small couch near the door and took out her notes long with the required books, “Sounds good and thank you again.”

He nodded and for the next several hours, she answered most of his questions correctly. They spent time discussing the legends of The Black Angel in Iowa and Boy Scout Lane in Wisconsin. As they were discussing Boy Scout Lane, Professor Winchester sat next to her on the couch. (Y/N) closed her eyes trying to rub the tension from her neck. She jumped slightly when a large hand began to massage her shoulder.

“Tension freezes the mind and you will not retain anything.”

She peeked open her eyes to see his locked onto her, “My body and mind have an understanding that they have to work together under pressure.”

“When is the last time you just let go and released all the pressure?” His question was laced with innuendo.

“Not in a very long time. My studies are my number one priority. There will be time for fun once I graduate.” As she spoke, he removed the book and notes from her lap and sat them on the table in front of them, “P-Professor…”

“Take it from someone who took their studies way too seriously. Balance is everything and beautiful, smart, clever women need to blow off steam every once in a while.” His hand on her shoulder moved up her neck and cupped her cheek.

Instinctively she leaned into his touch before letting out a loud yelp as his hands dropped to her waist and lifted her to straddle his lap. She braced herself by gripping his shoulders.

“W-What are you doing?”

He chuckled running his hand up to the back of her neck pulling her closer to him, “Something incredibly reckless that I can no longer restrain myself from doing.”

His lips crashed to hers as his hands held her face in place. She was too stunned to move until feeling his tongue lick across her lips. All thought and reasoning left her mind giving in to her body’s instinct. After a semester of fantasizing about touching his hair, her hands immediately went up into the soft, long strands of chestnut. A deep, rumbling groan came from his chest as she tugged on it grinding herself against him.

“Damn beautiful, I need to see you, feel you, taste you…” He flipped her on her back kneeling between her legs.

Like a predator stalking his prey, he ran his hands up her bare legs pushing her skirt up to her waist. Trailing one finger down her panty covered pussy, “Fuck, you’re soaking…” He slowly pulled her panties down her legs.

“I have a feeling you are well aware of the number of panties you ruin during every lecture you give.” She mumbled before sucking in a breath as his finger ran down her slick lips now before pushing inside of her, “Professor!”

He chuckled slowly sliding his finger in and out as he lowered himself between her legs, “Oh I’m aware, but yours are the only one I ever cared about. Also, it’s Sam. I need to hear my name escape those beautiful lips.”

“Oh god… Sam!” she cried out as his thick tongue pressed firmly against her.

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“(Y/N)!” Her eyes shot open seeing her roommate above her, “You’re late for class.”

“Shit. Shit, shit, shit!” Throwing the blanket off her, (Y/N) grabbed the first skirt and shirt she could find.

Running out of the dorms, she sprinted to the lecture hall for her Folklore and Urban Legends class. Trying to catch her breath before quietly entering the lecture hall taking the first seat she could find. A loud thud from her binder hitting the floor silenced the room.

“Thank you for gracing us with your presence, Miss (Y/L/N).” Professor Winchester spoke not turning for the whiteboard he was writing on.

A sudden wave of deja vu hit her as Professor Sam Winchester continued with his lecture.

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midnight troubles

part one

pairing: luke patterson x julie molina

a fic all about luke and julie taking on their biggest challenge yet: parenting a baby simulator.

high school au

"we are not naming our daughter after those two doofuses."

part two || masterlist || ao3

"Time to hand out your new babies!"

Luke's face paled.

How did he manage to get himself into this situation? He deliberately missed a health credit, hoping his extracurricular activities such as sports (and singlehandedly putting together a legendary band at seventeen) would be enough. But clearly, he wasn't that lucky after being pulled into his guidance counsellor's office and being told his only other option was to take a health class specifically focused on parenting. At such late notice, it was the only class with an open spot that could count towards his requirements.

It was mostly fine.

Julie happened to be in that class and he was able to half-ass through it because his best friend (and incredible lead singer of his band) is ridiculously smart. She'd only huff when he inched over to peek at her notes but even she couldn't resist his cheeky grin.

However, this was an assignment where he couldn't use his excellent level of bullshit. It was the final project of the semester and worth 30% of their final grade. In pairs of two, they were to care for a fake baby, who in reality, acted just like a real baby. It recorded everything and if you took too long to respond to its crying, or held its neck the wrong way, it docked marks.

Luckily for Luke, Julie agreed to be his partner, because he genuinely believed he would fail without her. Unfortunately, her genius brain alone was not enough to help them excel in this project.

"Patterson, girl or boy?"

Oh, and the best part about this course? They had been short on teachers at the beginning of the school year, so somehow, Luke's lacrosse coach (who hates everything and everyone) was convinced to teach the course.

Luke looked over at Julie in a panic, unsure of his answer. "Uh — I don't know?"

"That's not an answer, Patterson!" Coach Jacobs yelled before throwing a baby simulator, dressed in a light pink onesie, in Luke's direction. Luke fumbled a little but managed to catch it. Julie cringed when she saw his hands wrap around the baby's neck. The whole classes' eyes flickered back to Coach Jacobs. "That doesn't count," he muttered before continuing to hand out the babies in a more civilized manner.

Assuming that the simulators hadn't been turned on yet due to the way it made no noise whatsoever after being chucked halfway across the room, Luke gently placed it back on his desk. "It's a girl," Julie said softly, staring at her in admiration from her desk beside Luke.

Luke found himself staring at Julie, his heart fluttering. The way Julie was smiling at the baby, as if it was—and god forbid where his mind was dragging him, but as if it was theirs—was making his heart do all sort of weird things in his chest. Luke and Julie had always been friends, but ever since they started the band together and started senior year, he'd started to feel things.

He cleared his throat awkwardly, shooting her a nervous grin when her brown eyes moved up to his face. "What are we naming her?" Before Julie could chime in, he continued, "I promised the boys I'd consider their names as options."

"We are not naming our daughter after those two doofuses," she deadpanned with the utmost seriousness, but Luke was too busy avoiding an aneurysm at hearing 'our daughter' to focus on anything else.

"Regex?" He choked out, because when in doubt, always make a joke.

Julie shook her head. "Over my dead body."

"I've always liked the name Sophia," Luke shrugged, catching her eye to gauge her reaction.

She sent him a soft smile. "I really like that. Let's do it."

The sweet moment was cut short when Coach Jacobs clicked a few buttons on his computer with a smirk. "Alright suckers, get ready for the worst weekend of your lives!"

His statement was proven when half the babies in the room started screaming.

"Let me see it!"

"Reggie, it's a her! And I'm the godfather, I get first look."

Julie flinched as the two boys crowded around her. She had just arrived in the cafeteria where she was meeting the boys for lunch, like she always did. Today, she had a new addition and the boys were beyond ecstatic.

"Oh my god, she's adorable," Alex cooed, his eyes sparkling. "I know she's fake but wow, my heart is bursting right now."

Julie laughed. "Her name is Sophia."

Reggie instantly smirked, elbowing Alex whose face was etched in a frown. "I have literally the most common unisex name ever and you didn't name her after me?"

"Trust me," Luke chimed in, appearing out of nowhere and wrapping his arm around Julie's shoulders. "We don't need two Alex's."

"I second that!" Reggie added excitedly.

Alex rolled his eyes, angrily taking a bite from his apple. "Don't worry. I'll remember this; karma is a bitch."

"Dramatic," Reggie sang under his breath. He narrowly missed getting hit with Alex's apple.

"How was she?" Luke asked with a smile, avoiding his friend's antics. Luke and Julie had opposite classes for the rest of the day and decided they would meet in between and alternate.

Julie smiled proudly. "Not a peep. My girl knows Mr. Sanders is terrifyingly scary."

"Great," Luke groaned, "that just means I'm going to get all the action."

Julie patted his shoulder with a smirk. "I really hope so."

"Jules!" Luke whined. "You're not be a very supportive partner, you know."

The brunette rolled her eyes at his guilt tripping antics. "I'm too smart for your games, Patterson. Plus, I'm getting her for all of tonight, so this is the least you can do."

"I know," he grumbled in response, "it's just scary. She's like a tiny human. What if I break her?"

Before Julie could reply, Alex jumped back into the conversation (he had a sort of sixth sense for opportunities to tease and or make fun of Luke). "Well, in the real world, you'd probably get arrested for murder. But she's a tiny robot; I think you'll be just fine."

"Hey, why don't we leave the baby with Alex and go bowling or something?" Luke teased.

Alex frowned. "What — no —"

"Great idea, Luke!" Julie cut Alex off with a smirk. "You want to come, Reg? Alex is on baby duty!"

"I don't like this!" Alex whined.

Reggie smiled excitedly. "We're going bowling? That's when you throw the ball down the side thingies, right?"

Alex paused, patting Reggie's back with a bright smile on his lips. "Never mind. All of that was worth it for this very moment."

It was somehow decided that Julie would take baby Sophia for the first night (because she's more likely to not completely destroy the simulator than Luke), then she would make her way over to Luke's house on Saturday.

That was the plan. However, plans always change.

The first few hours went great. The baby cried but was easily soothed with a diaper change or a quick bottle. Julie was able to get the baby to sleep around 9:30 and ended up falling asleep herself after watching a movie on Netflix.

She was woken up at two in the morning with soft cries, so she blearily picked up baby Sophia and chimed her with her bracelet. She tried giving her a bottle which didn't quiet her down and neither did a diaper change. She tried cuddling her and rocking her but to no avail; Julie pulled on her curls, wondering if the cries she was hearing were hers or the baby's.

"Baby, please go back to sleep," Julie begged.

After another fifteen minutes of incessant crying, Julie decided to call in reinforcements. She shouldn't be the only one losing sleep and suffering.

She quickly dialled Luke's number and prayed he wasn't in a deep sleep where he wouldn't hear his phone. If that was the case, she had half a mind to drive over and stick him with baby Sophia so she could finally sleep for a bit. Luckily, he picked up after a few rings.

"Hello?" He mumbled sleepily.

"Lucas Patterson!" Julie hissed over the phone, so sharply that he scrambled to sit upright in his bed and hold the phone tight to his ear. "You better get your ass over here before I murder you! I am dying here!"

Luke rubbed the sleep out of his eyes; he could hear the faint crying of Sophia and sighed. "My name isn't Lucas," he muttered, "and come on Jules, it can't be that bad."

He could picture the absolutely furious and incredulous expression on her face.

"Are you kidding me, Luke? How about I abandon you with this child, and then we'll see what isn't that bad?"

"Sorry," he mumbled, nearly dozing off again.

Julie knew him too well.

"Luke!" She snapped and he flinched awake again. "I better see your face in ten minutes or you're taking care of Sophia the rest of the weekend by yourself!"

"Shit, okay," he grumbled, grabbing a random sweatshirt and joggers. "I'll be there in fifteen minutes."

"It's been over half an hour of this, you have ten!"

Luke groaned as he hung up the phone and rand a hair through his brown hair. By the tone of Julie's voice, he knew better than to make her wait any longer. Luke arrived at Julie's house with one minute to spare and grabbed the key lodged under a rock in the garden. As soon as he walked in the door, he could hear faint cries.

At this point, he wasn't sure if the cries were baby Sophia's or Julie's.

He had barely gotten through the threshold of her bedroom before his baby was shoved into his arms. "Oh okay," he mumbled, stumbling on his feet. Julie's brown curls were tied back into a messy bun and her eyes were rimmed red.

"Thank god you're here," she muttered, rubbing her eyes. She was undoubtedly making them even more irritated. "She hasn't stopped crying, I've honestly done everything. I don't know what she—" Julie's words abruptly stopped because for the first time in over an hour, all she heard was silence. "What the hell?"

Luke looked just as confused as she did because it literally only took a few seconds before the baby quieted down once settled in his arms. Julie looked exasperated.

"You're never leaving," she replied quickly, staring at him in awe. "You can't leave me alone with her again. I think she hates me."

Luke leaned against her desk, shooting her a disgruntled look. "Relax, I'm sure that's not true. Plus, she's basically a robot. Do they even feel?"

"She definitely makes me feel," Julie huffed, sitting down on her bed. "You can probably put her back now. I think she's cried enough for the night." Luke slowly placed her back in her car seat. "Can you imagine having a baby at this age? God, I couldn't do it."

She could barely make it through an entire night with a fake baby, much less a real one.

Luke took a seat beside her, a generous amount of space between them. "I can't imagine having a baby, no. I think it's physically impossible, but I could be wrong."

Julie laughed, hitting his shoulder in response. Her action brought her a little closer to him. "Shut up. I'm still mad at you for abandoning me."

"Sorry," he smirked in response, even though this was technically the agreed upon deal. "I promise I'll spend the rest of this weekend attached at your hip. I think that's only fair after the night you've already had.

Julie sighed happily. "You always know what to say, don't you, Patterson?"

Luke shrugged his shoulders and felt his cheeks heat up slightly. "I wouldn't say that."

Julie wasn't sure what was bringing it on, but she felt the sudden need to let him know just how much she appreciated him. He was always ready to help out, regardless of the obstacles. He always seemed to know just what to say to make her feel better, and even if it didn't, he would always be the one to tell her exactly what she needed to hear. He was her biggest fan when it came to her music, and she couldn't picture anyone else by her side on the piano bench.

Luke had the biggest heart of anyone she'd ever known (except Reggie, maybe) and he needed to know that.

"Hey, I'm serious," she said softly, ducking her head down to catch his hazel eyes. "I appreciate you."

Luke chuckled nervously and before he knew it, his fingers were ringing together because he didn't know what to do with his hands. His nervousness only got worse when Julie tangled her hand into his on his lap.

"I think you're more tired than you thought," Luke responses softly. His gaze focused on their hands. There had always been a connection between them; everyone else could see it, even Luke could see it, especially when they wrote music together.

Julie smiled. "Yeah, I think I am," she leaned over and placed a quick kiss on his cheek. "We should probably get some sleep bef—"

Sophia's loud cries cut her off before she could finish and Julie groaned, burying her head into his shoulder.

"Don't worry Jules, I've got you."

this is a little something i had saved from another fandom & decided to give it a shot for jatp!!

originally written for teen wolf’s stiles and lydia. and the coach was based off coach finstock from teen wolf as well, quite arguably the best character of the show lmao (can yall tell i love teen wolf and am very salty it ended and stiles wasn't even in the last two seasons)

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My Small Joy - Rowaelin AU

A/N: Here’s chapter 2! This chapter is a bit shorter than the first. But be rest assured that the next chapter will more than make up for it in length! This was one of those chapters needed to further the story. There will be a lot of time jumping forward from this point forward. I hope you enjoy!

Story Rating: Explicit

Summary: Six months ago Aelin got the worst news of her life. She would never be able to get pregnant, to give birth to a baby that she so desperately wanted. Deciding that Aelin needs some fun in her life, Lysandra takes her out to a club where she meets the silver haired man of her dreams. A one-night stand takes a turn when 6 weeks later Aelin finds out she’s pregnant! Her world is turned upside down when she runs into him again at a coffee shop. Aelin tells him the truth and this handsome stranger tells her he wants to raise their baby together and she agrees.

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Chapter 2: (This chapter has brief mention of sex)

“So you’re like, 100 percent sure that you’re pregnant?” Lysandra asked from where she stood at Aelin’s kitchen counter, drinking deeply from the glass of wine she had just poured for herself.

Aelin gritted her teeth. “I’ve taken like seven different tests seven different times Lysandra. They all tell me that I am but I still feel like I’m going crazy, so you tell me.”

Aelin flopped back on her couch, tossing her arm across her face.

Six weeks ago she had had the best sex of her life. Absolutely mind-blowing sex that had made her legs shake with the force of her orgasm. Sex with and amazing stranger with muscles fit for a Greek god that had supplied many memories that had her hands between her legs and her head thrown back late at night.

Things had been so great up until this point that she hadn’t seen it coming. Of course there was no way she could stay that happy without anything bad happening.

To be fair, she had yet to decide if this was bad or not. On one hand, she had been told that she would never have a baby and now she was pregnant when she thought she would never have that. But on the other hand, she was suddenly pregnant and by herself. She knew that Lysandra and Aedion would always be there for her, but it wasn’t the same as being with your partner. She had imagined doing this with Sam on more than one occasion and the thought of going through this without him…

The biggest reason was one Aelin didn’t want to admit to herself just yet: that she wanted this baby more than anything, even if she did have to do it alone, and that she was terrified that this was a fluke and she would lose this thing she wanted so bad before it even had a chance to begin.

“Well, this is good news then, isn’t it?” Lysandra asked. She had walked over and moved Aelin’s feet out of the way to sit down. “You were so devastated when the doctors told you that you wouldn’t be able to have a baby.”

“I know, but I’m so fucking scared Lys.” Aelin’s voice broke as tears threatened to fall. She took a deep, steadying breath and sat up. “What if this is just a fluke? That I did somehow manage to get pregnant but I end up losing the baby?”

The tears flowed freely now despite Aelin’s best efforts to wipe them away. Lysandra set her wine glass on the table and took Aelin’s hands in her own.

“Hey, hey,” she soothed, squeezing Aelin’s hands. “It’s okay to be excited. No matter the outcome, this is an amazing thing, Aelin. And Aedion and I will be here for you every step of the way.” A smile graced Lysandra’s lips. “You know, when you told us I thought Aedion was going to freak the fuck out. After we left, he cried in the car saying how happy he was for you.”

Aelin sobbed harder.

“We’re both here for you. There’s no getting rid of us,” Lysandra said, laughter in her voice. She raised Aelin’s face and wiped away her tears.

“Ugh,” Aelin sniffled. She pulled her best friend into a hug. “How did I get so lucky to have you two idiots in my life?”

Lysandra threw her head back in laughter and Aelin couldn’t help but laugh too.

All Aelin wanted was a cup of coffee. Unfortunately, she could only drink decaf and that wasn’t cutting it. She had one more class to do a final for before she was done with the semester and officially done with school. And then working on the mountains of applications she had to hopefully work her dream job. But for now, she just needed a cup of coffee. Hopefully it would at least make her think she had caffeine in her system.

New York this time of year was packed more than usual. It was mid-december and it seemed everybody was wanting something to warm them up. The line to her favorite coffee shop was to the door and she had to squeeze her way in. She let her eyes roam around the small space in hopes of finding a spot to sit.

Her search came to an abrupt stop as they landed on a muscular figure with silver hair standing in line. Aelin felt her breath catch as her heartbeat sped up. There was no way he was here. In her little hole in the wall coffee shop. But sure enough, there he was, smile on his face as he laughed at something his curly haired companion said. She never thought she would see him again.

Before she realized what she was doing, Aelin had moved from her spot in line and was right next to him, hand reaching out to tap his shoulder lightly. Rowan turned around, his eyes widening in surprise.

“Aelin?”

“Hey,” was all she could think of to say as her head emptied out. Wait, what was she doing? What was she going to say to him? Hey, I know we don’t actually know each other and had a one-night-stand 6 weeks ago, but I’m totally pregnant so surprise, you’re gonna be a dad?

Recognition lit in Rowan’s companion’s eyes and a wicked smile formed on his lips. “I’ll give you two some time. See you back at the office, Rowan.” He started walking towards the door, waving a hand in the air. “And don’t forget my coffee!”

Rowan scoffed as he watched the door shut behind his friend. He turned that beautiful gaze of his on her, a slight blush gracing his cheeks as he offered her a small smile. “I wasn’t expecting to ever run into you again. How have you been?”

Aelin managed to choke out a laugh. “Um, I’ve been good. Well, I was doing great and then…” she trailed off, not knowing how to continue that sentence. “How have you been?”

“I’ve been pretty good.” His eyes searched her face for a second before he continued, “I’m actually glad I ran into you. I-”

“I’m pregnant,” Aelin blurted. She watched as he blinked a couple of times. She slid her hands into her jacket pocket to try and hide their shaking. She looked down at the ground, a shaky laugh escaping her. “Oh shit, that was awkward. Um,” she stammered, removing her hand from her pocket to rub at her neck. “Forget I ever said anything. I should probably get going.”

She turned to leave, feeling like an idiot for dropping that bomb on him so suddenly, and stopped mid-turn when he gently grasped her elbow. Aelin slowly turned back towards him and continued staring at the ground instead of him.

“Do you want some coffee?”

The question threw her off guard and her eyes snapped up to his face. She found him watching her, a gentle expression on his face. He inclined his head to the counter where they were next in line. “My treat,” he said.

Aelin opened and closed her mouth, feeling like a fish out of water, before she clamped it shut and nodded. They stepped up to the counter and took their order before moving off to the side to wait. They were both quiet as they stood side-by-side, their arms brushing.

She kept glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. How was he so calm? She’d been freaking out since she saw that positive. Why had he not said anything?

After what felt like hours, the barista finally called Rowan’s name and he took both their drinks from him and handed Aelin hers. He nodded towards the door, a silent invitation to follow him as he headed for it.

They walked through the cold for a little while before coming to a quieter spot near some trees. Rowan sat down on the bench and Aelin followed suit.

“Please say something”, Aelin finally said. “If you keep staying that quiet I’m going to go crazy.”

Rowan chuckled, bringing his coffee to his lips. He took a sip before asking, “When did you find out?”

She turned her body towards him. “A couple of days ago.”

Rowan nodded. “So, I guess the condom was useless.”

A smile tugged at the corner of her lip at his joke. A beat of silence followed before she said, “I understand if you’re freaking out. I honestly didn’t think I was ever going to see you again so I didn’t think out what I should say to you if I ever did, so I know I did this all wrong. You don’t have to be involved at all and-”

“I’m going to cut you off right there,” Rowan chuckled, the deep rumble vibrating through her bones. “You look incredibly nervous so let me help you.” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, coffee cup dangling in his hands, and looked her in the eye.

It took everything in her being to hold his gaze and not look down at his lips. Serious conversation time. Right.

Rowan continued, seemingly oblivious to her roaming mind, “I will go with whatever you decide you want to do. Ultimately this is your decision as you’re the one having to carry this baby. But I will say that if you decide you want to keep it, I would be so incredibly honored if you allowed me to be a part of their life and help raise them.”

Aelin’s breath caught in her throat and she searched his eyes for a trap. All she could see was determination and truth glittering in his eyes. “Why?” she whispered. “You don’t even know me and you’re willing to raise a child with me?”

Rowan finally broke his gaze and leaned back into the bench. He looked at the ground as he said, “You’re right that we barely know each other. I… I had a wife.” Aelin felt her heart ache with a familiar pain at the tone of his voice. It was filled with so much hurt. “She was 5 months pregnant with our son when she was killed by a drunk driver on her way home from work. That was five years ago and not something anybody but my closest friends and family knows.”

Rowan finally glanced back at her before he quickly looked away, silver lining his eyes. Emotion got caught in her throat and she took a shaky breath. A tear slipped down her cheek that she quickly wiped away. Flashes of a young, smiling face ran through her mind. She remembered that joy and happiness of being in love and wanting to have a family together. Of having that dream shattered. So with her broken heart she offered up a bit of truth herself.

“I want this baby more than anything. 6 months ago I was told I would never be able to get pregnant.” Rowan straightened and finally looked at her again. “And now somehow I am and I’m so fucking terrified it’s all just a fluke, and that I’m going to lose this baby. I’ve wanted a family for so long… and I don’t think I can bear another heartbreak.” This time it was Aelin that avoided looking at Rowan and instead looked at her shaking hands wrapped around her coffee cup.

She could feel Rowan’s eyes on her face. He gently took one of her hands in his and put his other hand under her chin and raised her face to look at him. “Then we agree. Let’s get to know each other while we wait to meet our baby.”

There was a sparkle in his eyes that Aelin couldn’t place. Or maybe she just didn’t want to admit what it might be. But she felt the endless weight over her heart lift, just a little. And something like joy shone in it’s spot.

“Yes, please. I would love that,” Aelin said, a smile blooming on her lips.

Rowan stared at her, dumbstruck, before a smile of his own appeared. A promise of what was to come, what she might finally have and Aelin let that quiet joy take over. At least for now, maybe she should be allowed to be happy.

#throne of glass #rowan whitethorn #aelin ashryver galathynius #aelin galythinius #rowan x aelin #rowaelin #rowaelin au #my writing #my small joy #pregnancy au

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pinballwitxh · 5 years

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relative - spencerxoc (request)

!!!REQUEST!!!

I just wanted a story where the reader is early 20s and Spence is like almost late 30s. Maybe hes had a long 1-2 year secret relationship her knowing the team would 1 be all up in his business and 2 they would have something to say about her age. So spence and reader are all happy and in love and they have an amazing and idk romantic night together with love making and the next day or the team over hears a phone convo...or maybe he goes to visit her and the team follow him to see what hes hiding and find the girl...dig up all the dirt they could find on her possible and finally go to him and say that shes not right and way to young and beautiful for him or some dumb shit (just trying to protect him so like not super mean about it but still a huge wtf moment.) So like after they go to him about everything hes like "not only are yall wrong but you are also to late. Asked her to marry me last night. And shes perfect for me type thing. Also maybe you could stick a moment in there where reader is suprised and very upset for Spencer that his friends think he couldnt pull someone like her. Maybe she stands up for him. (requested by @dontworryaboutme-period)

a/n: sorry this took me so long, lovely! here is your much awaited fanfic and i am trash at taking requests i am so sorry. i changed up a bit of the plot but i hope you like it! thank you for being my first requester, i had so much fun writing this. :)

summary: age is just a number and spencer reid is determined to prove that to the team when they discover his secret relationship with a younger woman. he knows they’re looking out for him but he will not lose the girl he’s fallen head over heels for.

warnings: PASSIONATE smut, some cursing

The movie had just ended and Spencer could not even remember what they were watching, seeing as they had spent the last hour of the film kissing and touching one another. Soft moans carried through the apartment as she palmed him through his pants, taking his bottom lip between her teeth. They were briefly interrupted when the Netflix film stopped playing and the trailer for a new film queued up.

They pulled away and chuckled at the disheveled state they were both in, hair strung out in all directions and lips chapped. Spencer leaned over and turned the television off, “That was a great movie,”

“I really liked the part where you grabbed my ass,” she responded with a wink.

Spencer laughed, “Maybe we should move the sequel to my room?”

“God, you and your puns,” she said with a smile.

Quickly she pulled him up from the couch and nearly dragged him down the hall to his room, causing him to laugh at her neediness (which he had to admit turned him on quite a bit.) They nearly collided heads as she yanked him onto the bed towards her and attacked his lips again. His hands became tangled in her hair and she moaned at his slight tugging.

“You sure you can stay the night?”

She pulled away quickly and nodded, “I’ll just have to leave a little earlier than usual to make it to my nine o’clock class,”

Spencer kissed her forehead, “How’s school going this semester?”

She pulled him down close to her, “Same old, same old, you know how it goes.”

“Considering I haven’t been to school in twenty-two years sometimes I don’t remember how it goes,” he chuckled, kissing into her neck slowly.

“Don’t be a smartass, Spence. Not all of us are as intelligent as you,” she sighed as he ran a tongue over her sweaty skin.

He grinned, “I thought you said my intelligence was, oh,” he paused to think, “If I remember correctly I think you used the word sexy?”

“Shut up and fuck me, Doctor Reid,” she growled, tugging on his hair so he could look her in the eyes.

He could feel a chill run down his spine at the hunger in her bright eyes, so he complied. His hands found their way under her shirt and stopped at her breasts, massaging them slowly. She arched her back and her eyes slid shut, reveling in his touch.

He peppered kisses all over her neck as he pulled her bra to the side, rubbing his thumb over her hardened nipples. His erection was aching now and he pulled away to slip her shirt over her head and threw it to the side, her bra followed shortly after.

It nearly made her come undone right there as he stared lovingly at her exposed chest and stomach, running his hands all over her body. Hastily she tugged at his shirt and begged with her eyes for him to take it off. Soon, both of them had shed all of their clothes and her legs wrapped around his waist tighty.

Spencer groaned at the feeling of her slick arousal on his enlarged member, taking her mouth into his once more.

For a little over a year now they had been together but it never failed to turn her on like it was their first time. She figured part of it was the adrenaline rush they both got from such a secret and taboo relationship, it made them feel like two hormonal teenagers sneaking behind their parents’ backs.

Part of her wished they could tell people, though.

Spencer lined himself up with her entrance and took her smaller hands in his, intertwining fingers. Slowly he slid inside of her, eliciting two loud groans of pleasure from both of them. Her back arched and he leaned down to suck on her nipple lovingly, his tongue swirling around her swollen bud.

He began to pump in and out of her as he squeezed his hands around hers. She couldn’t contain the longing moans of his name when he fully sheathed himself inside of her, grinding against him. He pulled away and smiled down at her adoringly, “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered close to her ear.

“Faster, Spence, please,” she moaned back.

Soon the sound of skin on skin mixed together with their moans, sweat beading on their foreheads and making their bodies shine in the moonlight pooling in from the window. Spencer pulled away to watch her body bounce underneath his, his erection twitching inside of her at the sight. Her hair fanned around her like a halo and her lips were slightly parted in pure ecstasy.

He began to pound harder into her, holding her hands by her head as he picked up the pace. She began to whimper at the increasing heat between her legs and the feeling of his cock inside of her. Spencer let out a small cry as she clenched around him, slick for him.

“I’m so close, Spencer,”

The doctor let go of her hands and buried his face into her neck, pumping even harder with louder slaps of skin. She wrapped her arms around his neck, crying out in pleasure at the new angle and speed. Her legs curled around his lower back as they began to tremble.

“Fuck,” she growled, “Keep going, baby.”

Spencer moaned quietly against her neck, eyes closed as he focused on his sense of touch against her. She began to rock her hips against his, nearly sending him over the edge. He liked to relish in their time together so he stopped himself from getting to that point.

“I love you,” he whispered gently.

She let out a pleasured cry, those three words bringing on an entirely new feeling in the pit of her stomach. Her hands tangled into his curled locks as she neared her climax, clenching tighter around him.

“I’m gonna cum, Spencer!”

His thrusts became harder and faster as she tightened around him finally, her warmth spilling over his cock with sloppy sounds to accompany it. She cried out as he continuously pounded into her while she climaxed, her orgasm seeming to be never-ending. Tears slid down her cheeks from the intense pleasure and million other feelings she was experiencing.

Her thighs were covered in her slickness as he finally pulled out, immediately hiking her legs over his shoulders and diving down to her swollen and aching core. She shivered as she felt his tongue at her entrance, lapping up her juices and sucking hard on her nub. He always enjoyed cleaning her up afterwards, which brought on so many new senses and feelings that made her shiver and moan even more.

She whimpered slightly as he pulled away and hovered over her body. She took his throbbing cock into her hand and began to pump him rather fast. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and his lips remained parted as he moaned quietly.

“Right there, keep going,” he whispered.

She smiled lightly as his moans became louder and his erection twitched in her palm. He leaned closer to her and placed a hand next to her head to steady himself.

“You gonna cum for me, Spencer?”

“Yes, oh God yes,” he whispered.

His hips bucked against her hand as he twitched one last time before spilling himself all over her belly and chest. He cried out as he came, his hips sloppily bucking against her as he rode out his high. Her hand slowed to a steady stroking as he panted, sweat dripping onto her own glistening forehead as he came to a finish.

She placed a hand on his cheek, stroking slowly over his lips, “I love you too, Spencer.”

Spencer strode into the office with his usual cup of coffee in his hands and a smile on his face. He was usually one of the first ones in the bullpen so he got to enjoy his alone time before anyone else arrived. His phone buzzed as he sat down at his desk.

<Ugh, class was cancelled and I didn’t know until I got there.>

He chuckled to himself as he typed out a response.

<True, I would have gotten donuts for you if I had known ;)>

<You’re the best, I’ll see you at lunch?>

“What’s got you smiling like a maniac?”

Spencer jumped at the sound of Penelope’s voice in the empty office. He looked up at her with startled eyes as he cleared his throat, “Uh, they just released more information on the upcoming Comic-Con,”

Garcia’s eyes widened, “Really? I thought they weren’t doing that for two more weeks. . .”

“W-well it was a lovely surprise, to say the least,” he stammered, turning to face his desk and begin some paperwork.

“I have a feeling you’re lying to me, Doctor Reid,” she said as she sat on his desk beside him.

“N-nope,” he responded.

Garcia rolled her eyes but smiled nonetheless, “Fine, keep your secrets.”

“No secrets to keep!”

“Whatever you say, Boy Genius.”

Once it was nearing lunchtime the team had finished most of their paperwork and had received a new case from JJ. Once the meeting was over, Prentiss approached him with a coy smile on her face, “Who’s the mystery girl that called you twice earlier?”

“What mystery girl?” Spencer responded quickly.

Prentiss laughed, “Are you seeing someone?”

“No way!” Tara exclaimed from behind Emily, “I really thought she was crazy but from the look on your face, I’m not so sure anymore.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Spencer said with a small, attempted smile.

“You work with profilers, Reid, no use in trying to hide this girl from us.” Rossi said as he approached the small group.

Spencer’s heart was racing inside of his chest, he had kept up this facade for so long and he could feel it beginning to crumble. He knew that if they knew the truth, they would be concerned and he didn’t want to find out their thoughts on the whole situation.

“She’s just a friend-”

“With benefits?” JJ said with a wink, causing his face to flush.

The team let out a small, collective cheer at the very obvious blush on his face. Matt clapped his shoulder, “Who’s the lucky lady, huh Spencer?”

“We’re just friends, nothing more,” the doctor responded sheepishly, ducking out from under Matt’s arm.

“A pretty young friend, too!”

Spencer spun around, startled once more at the sound of Garcia’s voice from behind him. She looked up from her folded hands in what seemed to be shame but also curiosity.

“Prentiss gave me her name from the contact that popped up on your phone earlier so I did some research, just to see-”

“Really, guys?” Spencer asked in frustration, “That’s such an invasion of privacy.”

“I know and I’m sorry, but we just wanted to know!”

“And what did you find out?” Spencer asked heatedly.

“Well, I uh,” Garcia paused, “She’s pretty young, Spencer.”

“How young are we talkin’, Spencer?” Adam asked as he stood from the table, gathering his things.

“She’s a college student-”

“We’ve been together for a little over a year,”

The team went silent at Spencer’s abrupt confession, clearly all unsure of what to think.

“This is exactly why I never said anything,” he turned to Garcia, “And wasn’t planning on saying anything until I wanted to.”

Garcia looked away in shame, “I’m sorry,”

“Well now you all know,” he sighed, “And I know you’re going to tell me she’s too young and that I should leave her and-”

“Spencer, college kids don’t even have their foot in the real world let alone know where they want to go,” Prentiss said pointedly, “Dating someone that young could pose some serious complications in the future, especially when she graduates.”

“She might want to move to California, hell even leave the country to pursue a career and future! They have so much life to live at that age and half the time don’t know where they want to end up,” Tara said, “Whereas you, you’ve got a stable job and income and have your life figured out, you’re years advanced in maturity.”

“All of you are wrong, we’re happy together and want a future together,” Spencer said with a glare, “Yes, she’s in college and she’s young but she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. If you all can’t accept her then I won’t be bringing her around and introducing her to any of you.”

The group was silent for a moment as he calmed down, running a hand through his hair with a frustrated sigh.

“I think I’d like to meet her,”

Spencer turned to JJ who placed a hand on his arm, “If she makes you happy, then we’re happy for you.” she turned to look at each member of the group pointedly, “Age is just a number, right?”

Everyone slowly nodded their heads with gazes to the ground, obviously somewhat ashamed at the attack they had pounced on the doctor.

“Age is so relative, I don’t see why it should matter,” Spencer said.

“And it doesn’t, not if the both of you are happy,” Garcia said, raising her head to meet Spencer’s eyes, “I’m really sorry I did that to you, Spencer. You should have been the one to tell us on your own terms,”

Spencer nodded, “It’s okay, I guess it was better to say something now than later.”

“I mean it’s already been a year, when do we get to meet the lucky gal?” Rossi said with a small smile.

Spencer squeezed her hand gently as they approached Garcia’s small house in the town, “Don’t worry, they’ll love you.”

“Are you sure? It didn’t sound like they were too fond of the idea of us-”

“It doesn’t matter,” he paused at the doorstep to take her face into his hands, “I love you and you love me, that’s what matters, right?”

She smiled up at him, “I really do love you, Spence.”

He kissed her forehead, “I love you, too.”

Upon entering the house, Garcia let out a loud squeal of excitement at seeing the couple. She enveloped Spencer in a bear-hug and swayed side to side, “Y’all are so cute I can’t stand it already!”

She pulled away and gazed at Spencer’s newfound girlfriend, “And you are gorgeous, my friend! I’m Penelope Garcia, Spencer’s favorite coworker,” she said as she pulled her into a tight hug of her own.

“I’ve heard a lot about you!” she chuckled beneath Garcia’s tight hold.

“All good things, right?”

“Of course!”

Spencer smiled on at her as she interacted with each team member, she even accepted a glass of wine happily from Rossi and struck up a conversation with Prentiss soon after. JJ smiled at Spencer from across the room and approached him, “She’s wonderful, Spence.”

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Forever Beloved

Disclaimer: AMC is owned by ABC/Disney.

Author's Note: I have been on the AMC fanfiction fandom. There is only one story for Maria and none for Edmund or Edmund/Maria pairing? Seriously? I thought it was time for one. Thanks to LilMisFit5290 for inspiring this one shot! Which couple name for Maria and Edmund do you like EdMaria, MarEdmund, Edaria?

A/N 2: This will be AU. I know life isn't fair with the way their pairing ended, but hey, I can reimagine it, right? Also, since it was not mentioned where Maria goes to college, I will assume she attended college at Texas State University at San Marcos. When Maria and Edmund were dating on-screen, she had mentioned her grandmother lived with her family growing up, so I am going with the flow.

Premise: What if she failed romance with Del that dashing Edmund comes to town where she is attending college? Will sparks fly then?

Spring 1987

The last several months had been tough for nineteen-year-old Maria Santos. While her studies towards her biology major were going well, social life was going well; just not her love life. She couldn't help it; she was wanted to create a relationship that was like that of her parents, loving and caring that was filled with children, lots of children. The problem was the guy she thought was the love of her life, Del Henry, had gotten her pregnant and not long after she had miscarried. To make matters worse, he smashed her heart pieces when he dumped her. She cried about it and was comforted by her roommates. But she didn't allow herself to wallow for too long. So, Maria swore off dating for a while, but fate had other plans. One fateful spring day and near the end of her sophomore year, she had gone to meet up with her friends and roommates, Kimberly Edwards and Colleen Miller, for lunch before studying for her finals.

As reached the lecture hall where English, Creative Writing, and Journalism were taught, she heard the lecturer's deep voice. She had heard about the lecturer, Edmund Grey wasn't even thirty. Yet he was already a well-traveled correspondent who has covered everything from wars to treaty signings and everything in between. Not only that, he already had a Pulitzer Prize to his name. Two of her friends and roommates were had been saying how handsome he was. Since she hadn't seen him yet, she wasn't sure what to think. For the time being, took their word for it.

Entering the lecture hall, Maria saw the guest lecturer. She fanned herself when she saw him; he was so handsome. His draw made him all the more appealing. He is so easy on the eyes. Wait, did you forget Maria, you know what happened with your last boyfriend. You really want to go through it again?

Nevertheless, he was so handsome, now she was torn. She had completely zoned out that she hadn't noticed that the class had ended and her friend Kimberly had walked up to her was calling to her. "Earth to Maria, earth to Maria, are you okay?"

Maria shook her head and said, "Yeah, I am fine."

Kimberly, however, was not easily persuaded. She saw where Maria's gaze landed on. She smiled. Maria deserved the best after what the jerk did to her. Kimberly had wanted to him a piece of her mind, but Maria had talked her out of it.

Kimberly said, "Come on, I will introduce you to him."

Maria said, "No, no, you know student-teacher relationships are frowned upon."

Kimberly replied, "Come on, relax, will you? You're not his student, so it shouldn't be a problem."

Without getting a chance to say anything, Kimberly led Maria to the front. After he and the other student finished talking, Kimberly spoke up, "Mr. Grey, I would like you to meet my best friend and roommate, Maria Santos."

When Edmund looked up and saw Maria, he was dumbstruck. There stood the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life. Of course, he has seen his fair share of beautiful women as he traveled here and abroad, but the young woman with long chocolate brown hair standing him smiling a bright smile takes the cake.

Kimberly noticed the stares between the two. She knew that had something significant to get her friend this speechless and said, "Well, I guess I will let you two be. I will just go to lunch with Colleen and see you later for our study session, right?"

Maria got out of her daydream and only nodded her head before turning back to stare.

Before long, the hall was empty but not for long before the next class filed in. Edmund broke the silence and said, "Ms. Santos, why don't we go to lunch, and it will be my treat. From there, we can get to know each other if you like."

Maria couldn't hold it back! She let out a quiet squeal. Here was the most handsome, debonair man who was interested in her. He helped her forget all about Del.

Whoa, Maria, don't go there! Not unless you want to ruin a good thing!

Coming out of her trance, she agreed, and they headed out. Instead of going to diners on campus, Maria took them to get good old-fashioned tacos. It was the next best thing when she wasn't home to have her mother's cooking. As they ate, they talked and got to know each other. Edmund learned that she was PreMed and working towards becoming a neurologist. Edmund learned that she had four younger siblings, the youngest being three years old. Maria found out that Edmund was an only child and had a sad childhood. He left home when he turned eighteen and already had seven years under his belt as a traveling journalist.

Edmund made a bold move. Taking her hand and asked, "Maria, I really like you and want to see you again. But I also know the rules about dating students, so how about when you finish your exams maybe I can take you on an actual date?"

This time Maria squealed louder. This was a dream come true. True, she was still cautious after the last relationship, but she knew this could be the real deal for her. She took a leap of faith and exchanged contact information with Edmund.

After he paid for lunch, he walked back to campus. Edmund kept his promise and let Maria finish her exams and the semester before contacting her. Edmund took her out on a date with the school year over, came by to help her pack, and gave her a ride home.

As Kimberly and Colleen watched as Edmund drove off, Colleen commented, "You did good Kimberly. Maria will be off the market for good."

Kimberly nodded, "Yep, for sure!"

A few hours later, they arrived in San Antonio, he had dropped her off, and after planning for their first official date, he went off to find an apartment for the short term and work. Now for work, he could find a temporary job at a newspaper or magazine office. With his resume, he landed an appointment with the in no time. When Maria wasn't volunteering at the local clinic or helping at home and Edmund wasn't busy working at the newspaper, they spent time with each other. They did everything together, including baseball games and roller skating.

One day Edmund had come by taking her out to a new movie that was coming out. However, when he arrived and knocked on the door, and the door opened, he saw that Maria looked frazzled with a squirmy little girl in her arms. When she saw Edmund, she gasped. "Edmund, I am so sorry that I didn't call you. At the last minute, my father had to work extra hours, and my mother had a big special sewing project she has to work on. She needed me to watch over my siblings for the tonight."

Edmund smiled. He loved kids, and now that he had seen with Maria with one of her siblings and how gentle she was, he knew she would be the one.

Edmund replied, "No, no, Maria, don't worry about it. Do you need help?"

Putting four-year-old Rosa down but holding on to her hand, Maria said, "No, I couldn't ask you to spend your evening watching two of my siblings with me."

Edmund calmed her down by saying, "No problems, my love. I love kids remember?"

Maria said with a smile, "Okay, if you want to, but I warn you, my siblings, while they can smile angelically, they can also be a handful. Especially Rosa here."

Looking at Rosa, she crouched down and said, "Rosie, can you say hi to my friend Edmund?"

Rosa stopped fidgeting when she saw someone new. Hiding her face in her big sister's shoulder but peeking her head and said, "Hello Ed, Ed…."

Edmund crouched down to the little girl's height and, with a smile, said, "Nice to meet you, Rosa. You can call me Eddie if that makes it easier for you."

With a little more confidence, Rosa said, "Hello, Eddie."

Edmund soon met eight-year-old Anita, and following a few hours of fun with the two younger kids, helped put them to bed. Later that night met the two teenagers, seventeen-year-old spitfire Julia and fourteen-year-old trying to act macho Mateo. They were wary at first. However, it didn't take the two teens to warm to Edmund.

Later that night, they spent time together. Maria had seen how good he was with kids when he helped put Rosa to bed when she was cheeky and a handful. For that, she loved him even more. They were so absorbed in the kissing they didn't hear the door open and close. It was only when they heard a gasp and Isabella yelling, "Maria!"

With Hector saying, "What is the meaning of this? Who is the man you are kissing?"

Maria and Edmund jumped apart like they were teenagers caught doing something naughty. Maria got off the couch, went to give her father a hug, and said, "Sorry, Papa. But this the Edmund Grey I told you and Mama about. You know the Pulitzer Prize journalist."

Maria looked at her parents and then at Edmund. She said to him, "Edmund, I would like you to meet my parents, Hector and Isabella Santos."

Edmund went over and offered his hand to shake and said, "It is nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Santos."

The stern looks on their faces didn't stay for long. Hector smiled and came over instead of nearly wanting to clobber Edmund for snogging his perfect eldest daughter and instead shook Edmund's hand. It didn't take long for Isabella to respond with a hug. Maria smiled. No guy had ever gotten approval that quickly. The one time she had a male classmate over for a project, her parents watched them or more, the guy like a hawk. As time went on, even her Grandmother Estella took a liking to Edmund.

As the summer progressed, their love grew, and she felt like the luckiest girl ever. Edmund made all the college guys look so immature as he was more worldly and debonair. One night after seeing the new movie that came out, Roxanne went back to his place for dinner in the local movie theater. Knowing that he could cook was a big plus. She remembered the day when she was at his home for lunch, he had made her a mean huevos ranchero. From that time on, she had fallen deeply in love with Edmund.

Of course, being an award-winning traveling war correspondent would require him to know how to cook. During one meal, he began talking about one person, in particular, a Peggy Moody. She was the one who taught him to cook when he was young. Edmund said to Maria, "One day, you will meet Peggy, and you will love her."

Maria said, "I am looking forward to that day!"

After dinner found the lovebirds on the couch alternating in snuggling and cuddling with a passionate make-out session. During one particular heated make-out session, she was sitting in his lap, and he let his hands roam her body. While she enjoyed the sensations when she felt him toying with her shirt, she broke the kiss.

Looking deep into her eyes, Edmund asked, "What is wrong, baby?"

Maria bit her lip and asked, "Um, you know I love you, right?"

Edmund asked, "You're not ready for sexual activity aspect of the physical intimacy?"

Maria takes a deep breath and tells him why she didn't want to jump into bed with him yet. She told him of how Del Henry betrayed her. When she was finished with her story, Edmund was steaming mad. How could a guy like him take advantage of someone sweet and smart? He was so angry, he said, "If I ever saw this Del guy I would like ring his neck."

Maria sighed. She loved that he was protective. Giving him a sultry kiss on the lips, she told her beloved, "Edmund, honey, you're so sweet, but your hard-earned career isn't worth trading for a jail cell."

Though still steaming, Edmund nodded and cooled down. For now, they settled for making out on the couch and hand-holding. Edmund was more than patient with Maria about getting her in bed. Soon summer drew to an end. They knew it as Edmund's profession required him to be at the frontlines to report on the news that was happening, and their time together had come to an end. But that didn't' help ease the pain of the breakup any easier.

On their last day together, Edmund had a plan to romance her like no other. What he didn't know was that he was in for a surprise himself. First, he picked her up from her home. After she hugged them goodbye and thanked the Santos family for their hospitality, Edmund drove Maria back to San Marcos. Once they arrived, they went grocery shopping before heading to her apartment. Maria said they would have the place to themselves, and they did. Maria explained that her sorority was new and selective, so they were still small. Because of that, they didn't have enough members yet to have a house, so she and two of her sorority sisters, Kimberley and Colleen, shared an apartment.

After he helped her bring up her stuff and helped her unpack some things, Edmund said, "Maria, my love, why don't you go and take a bath and relax while I make dinner for us?"

Maria sighed; she was a lucky woman to be with a man who had many talents. So, after she got him set up, she took a relaxing herbal soak. After putting on moisturizing lotion, she dressed in a casual outfit, a very casual outfit. Tonight would be the night that she would sleep with Edmund. Even though they would be splitting up soon (or so she thought), she wanted to give him a part of her.

Maria walked into the dining room. She sauntered in enticing two-piece lingerie that not hugged her in the right places; it also elongated her legs. Right then, Edmund finished dinner and lifted his head and nearly dropped what he had made. He leaned on the counter for support.

He thought Maria looked so sexy. When they were in San Antonio, he had tried to be the perfect gentleman and not stare at her, now he could do sp without shame.

She walked to the kitchen, wound her arms around his waist, stood a little on her tiptoe, and was kissing his neck. Edmund tried his best not just abandon dinner and just take her right then and there. Edmund knew she was giving signals that she was ready.

During dinner, she began to play footsie with him, alternating with flirting. The way that Maria was acting was driving Edmund crazy and antsy and wanting her more and more. Now, all Edmund wanted to do was to forget dinner and ravish her.

They quickly finished dinner, stored the leftovers, had the dishes washed, and put away. Maria took his hand and led him to her room. Once the door was closed, she gazed into his eyes as he did with her. Both saw smoldering lust burning in their eyes from dark brown to raven black. She had placed her hands on his face, pulled him down for a kiss, and Edmund responded, and the kiss turned fiery in no time flat.

He let his lips roam her cheek, jawline, neck, and shoulders. As his lips meandered, Maria sighed contentedly and ran her fingers through his thick curls. Not wanting to wait for more kisses from his soft lips, she pulled his head upwards and connected in a steamy lip-lock.

As they continued kissing, she walked him towards the bed. Right, when they reached the side of the bed, they broke the kiss, and Edmund sat down. He scooted towards and soon was leaning against the headboard. As they held their gazes, she helped him out his shirt by undoing the buttons. When it was opened, she pushed it off and saw that he had the right amount of hair; not a hairy like a Neanderthal or bare-chested like her ex.

Maria let her hands roam his muscular chest. Feeling her fingernails on his skin felt like a trail of fire for Edmund. As she continued hands continued walking his chest, she kissed all the skin she touched Edmund withered under her. Tonight, he had wanted to make it about her, but now he was under her spell. He couldn't take it anymore. He placed his hands on her face and pulled her in, and sweetly kissed her and let his hands roamed down her clothed body.

Parting lips, Edmund whispered, "It's time, baby."

He helped her out of her top and saw that she had no bra on. He felt his breath hitch. Here was a sexy Spanish beauty sitting in his lap, topless. Edmund preferred women who had curves, and Maria definitely had curves; she was perfect. So perfect that Edmund instantly felt like it was hot in the room. All he could get out was, "Wow!"

Maria was beginning to feel a little shy and had covered up her chest when Edmund placed his hands on hers moving them. He covered them with his own hands and began by gently massaging her chest. The heavy fullness of her chest fit in his hands. Maria moaned salaciously as he continued his loving touches. He leaned in said, "Maria, you are so sexy."

Maria whispered to him and exclaimed, "I love you, Edmund, take me now!"

Before long, he had wound his arms around her and pulled her down as he slid down, and they laid on the bed itself. He paid attention to all parts of her body and what touches would make her moan with pleasure and had her withering under him. She was now ruined for all other guys. She was his forever.

-x-

A few hours later, Edmund and Maria were awake and laid in peaceful quiet. Maria was relishing how her first time with Edmund was more affectionate than Del. Del like it rough and was all about him. At the same time, Edmund likes to be a little bit of both gentle and rough. Edmund, on the other hand, was thinking of one thing. Now that he has spent a special night with Maria, he didn't want to leave her and leave it to chance for them to meet up again. He knew that someone of her beauty and intelligence, any guy, would be lucky to be with her, and he would be an idiot to let her go. When Maria stirred, Edmund kissed her forehead. Maria smiled and looked up at her beau.

With soulful eyes, Edmund leaned down, kissed her, and said, "Maria, I was thinking instead of us parting and meeting if our paths crossed later on. How about we stay together and see where it takes us?"

Maria looked perplexed and asked, "What your writing career? I don't want you to pull the plug on your success just by waiting while I work towards my medical degree."

Edmund smiled and replied, "Don't you worry, I just know we will make it work."

She didn't know was that Edmund had signed a contract with the San Antonio Express as a war correspondent and come back to rest and work as an editor on the side. Maria couldn't believe it. She was going to be with Edmund longer, possibly forever. After another round of lovemaking, there were up and getting ready, eating breakfast, and relishing what little time they had left. He wouldn't be able to visit until either Thanksgiving or Winter Break.

Unbeknownst to her, Edmund a surprise up his sleeve. He took out a ring box and handed it to her. Surprised, she put down her fork, picked up the box, and when she saw the ring, she gasped. It was a gorgeous Solitaire Round Diamond Infinity Promise Ring.

Breaking the quiet, Edmund took her hand and said, "Maria, baby, I give you this ring as a promise that one day we will make a reality."

Not knowing what else to do, she jumped up from her chair and threw a hug around him. She could only say, "I love you, Edmund, more than you will ever know."

After breakfast ended, she helped Edmund get his items to his car. After a long embrace and lingering kisses, Edmund was off to catch his flight to Washington DC to cover the US and USSR talks.

After he was out of sight, she sighed and went back up to her apartment to clean. She managed to and had to sit down and stare at her ring and daydream about Edmund. She was so deep in her fantasy that she didn't hear the front door open, and Kimberly and Colleen come in. When they saw Maria in her own world, Kimberly said, "Uh-oh, either Maria is in a good mood or foul mood."

Colleen said, "If she was in a foul mood, she would be in her room already studying."

They gently approached, and Colleen asked almost timidly, "Um Maria?"

Maria shook her head and then looked at her two roommates, and then a dreamy smile appeared on her face. The two of them instantly knew something good happened. They chatted and caught up on what they had been doing since their last call and when Maria had told them the 'plan' for them to split up. Then Maria brought out her left hand and showed her roommates. When they saw Colleen and Kimberly let out high-pitched squeals and pulled Maria into a monstrous hug.

Calming down after Kimberly asked, "So are you and Edmund engaged?"

Smiling, Maria replied, "Not quite. But he promised me that one day he would make it a reality."

Colleen added, "Oh girl, I am so happy for you! You deserve the best!"

During her junior and senior years, Maria spent her time with Edmund when he was home while maintaining her studies. A few weeks before Maria's college commencement, he went to visit Hector and Isabella. He only one mission on his mind, ask for the blessing and parents from the parents.

Feeling the ring box cut into him, Edmund knocked on the door to the Santos house. Soon he was ushered in, and Edmund began, "Mr. and Mrs. Santos, as you know, I have fallen so deeply in love with Maria that I don't ever want to live without them in my life. I'm ready to ask Maria to marry me."

Isabella was as impressed as Hector was. Their darling Maria knew what to look for in a man. Plus, Edmund was an award-winning writer, a Pulitzer Prize no less.

Before Hector could speak, Isabella asked, "May I see the ring?"

Edmund pulled out the ring box and set it on the table. Isabella picked up the ring box, opened, and gasped. In it was a ring with a pear-shaped diamond in the middle surrounded by two round diamonds.

Isabelle said, "You have a great taste in jewelry Edmund."

Edmund replied, "Thank you, Mrs. Santos. I have my mother to thank."

Isabella added, "Uh-uh, you shall now call us mama and papa, because..."

Hector added, "I am happy to see our Maria is going to marry the right man. You, Edmund, have our blessing."

Edmund grinned. All he had to do now to plan the proposal and to pull it off. Now he knew he needed to talk to the Dean of the Department of Biology and the Chancellor himself to put his plan to propose at the graduation ceremony a reality.

When graduation came along, commencement itself was a grand affair. The entire Santos family, along with Grandmother Estella, was in attendance. It was a big day for the family; Maria was the first to graduate from college.

As the name was being announced, each graduate came up to get their diploma. Cheers and applause followed as each graduate walked off stage. That was until Maria came on the scene. Just as she got her diploma and shook hands with the Dean, with her father taking photos of the momentous day of the Santos family. However, they knew something that Maria didn't know was about to get another surprise, a big one.

The Chancellor of the College, Dean Anderson, walked over to the podium and began talking. "Attention, Ladies and Gentlemen and fellow graduates, may I please have your attention."

The graduates and their families settled down, wondering what is going on. Once it was quiet, Dean Anderson said, "Now I know that most of you graduates are ready to get out of here but will Ms. Maria Santos, please come up back on stage for an extraordinary gift."

Maria raised one as an eyebrow and looked over at her best friends, Kimberly Edwards and Colleen Miller. They managed to look just as confused when they knew what was about to happen. Maria had her friends hold her diploma and then made her way to the stage.

Edmund, who was hidden from view, watched as she made her way on the stage and when he saw that she had reached the podium. He had concocted a reason why he couldn't make that he had a story he had to cover and wasn't going to make it back in time. When in reality, this was the way he could come in unseen.

Maria was on stage, and standing next to the Dean continued. "Ms. Santos has achieved many great things during her four years here. She is not only the first in her family to graduate from college, but Maria has also worked hard to earn a 4.0 GPA. Therefore, she graduated Summa Cum Laude. You all also know that she would be starting medical school in the fall. But that is not why I called her up here, for she has a special present."

Hearing his cue word "present," Edmund made his way out from his hiding place with a bouquet of red roses and on to the stage. When Maria saw him, she gasped. She thought he wouldn't make it; he had said he couldn't get a flight back in time. She was going to get him for that later. She then ran to him and hugged him, bringing about cheers and applause. Once it quieted. Getting the microphone from the Dean and began, "First, I want to thank the Dean and Chancellor for allowing me to do this."

Turning to the love of his life, he said, Maria, my darling, I love you. Your family and I are so proud of you. Today that you have worked hard and are reaching your goals and continue to set new goals and achieve them."

Edmund paused for a minute while wiping away the mists that were already forming in Maria's eyes and then said, "I have loved you from the first day that I met you. As time went on, I loved you more and more. Maria, do you remember when I gave you this promise ring?"

Maria smiled and slowly nodded, and Edmund continues, "Well, it is time to make that promise a reality."

Maria's eyes widened when Edmund momentarily let go of her hands. He then pulls out a small velvet ring box, which causes the audience to buzz with sudden excitement. He opened the box as he got down on one knee and causing Maria to let out an audible gasp. He continued, "Miss Maria Santos, I cannot imagine living the rest of my life without you. Will do the honors in becoming my wife, will you marry me?"

Completely caught off guard, Maria took a few minutes to recover from the sudden shock to her system. When Maria saw Edmund get down on one knee, she took a step backward and let out an audible gasp. Seeing the love of her life on one knee made the proposal all the more real. Her boyfriend of three years, the guy who she has been in love with since their first meeting and had helped her completely heal her broken heart, had asked her the most crucial question.

She then answered as loud as she could because she wanted everyone to hear her answer, "Yes, a definite yes; Edmund Grey, I will marry you!"

Her fellow graduates and the commencement crowd all cheered deafeningly after Maria gave her response while Edmund removed the promise ring but instantly slid a one-carat pear-shaped diamond-accented 14K Yellow gold ring on her finger and got up and gave

Maria an amorous hug and a sweet kiss and then spins her around.

After the commencement ended, Maria got congratulations from all around: her sorority sisters and other former classmates. Kimberly and Collen surrounded her with a monstrous hug, and Kimberly saying, "Congratulations, girl! I am so happy for you!"

Right then Kimberly said, "I want to see the ring!"

Maria obliged. When Kimberly saw the ring she exclaimed, "Wow! That is huge!" said Kimberly when she saw the diamond.

"Yeah, no kidding!" commented Colleen and Kimberly at the same time, causing all of them to let out a burst of laughter.

Maria grinned broadly when she suddenly asked, "Colleen and Kimberly, I have something I want to ask you."

Her two friends looked, Maria attentively waiting for her to continue. Maria looked at them and said, "Kimberly and Collen, you two have been my closest friends since the start of college. I would like you and Colleen to be my bridesmaids."

Kimberly was caught off guard when Maria asked her. When she got her voice back, she replied, "Of course, girl I would be so honored, thank you."

Maria turned to Julia and asked, "Jules will be my maid of honor?"

Julia's eyes bugged out she heard Maria's request. Julia was the one who manages to say something after. "Oh, sis, I am honored to be a part of your bridal party to stand next to you on your special day."

Maria felt a tug on her graduation gown and heard a little voice call out, “What about me sissy?”

Maria looked down and smiled at her baby sister Rosa who asked with an adorable smile on sweet face. Maria kneeled down to Rosa’s level. She picked Rosa up and as tickled her she said in a funny voice, “You my baby sissy will be my beautiful flower girl.”

After giggle, Rosa replied, “Yay!”

After the graduation celebration held in her, Kimberly, and Colleen's honor, the two love birds are left for alone time.

As they contentedly snuggled on the couch for a while, Maria spoke up. "Edmund sweetie, I think we need to pick we are going to pick a date so we can get the planning started and don't worry, you will have your say in the planning process. I promise."

Edmund looked at his stunning fiancée and said, "Okay, do you have a date in mind?"

Maria pondered and said, "Well, you know the next step for me is the police academy, and I think we should get married sometime before the end of this year."

Edmund asked, "Hmmm, how about the thirty-first of December? I know how much your mom loves to prepare for Thanksgiving and Christmas. This way, we have time to plan and time for her to prepare for the feast."

Maria looked at Edmund and saw nothing but love and compassion in his eyes. "I love the day you picked. So, the thirty-first of December, it is. And this way, we can have two weeks to ourselves and still make back in time for our first Christmas Eve and Day as a married couple."

With that, their initial plans for their wedding were made. They both look forward to the start of their impending marriage and new chapter in their lives. They know that they would be together forever, no matter what.

Epilogue: Fifty Years Later, December 2039

Their time together had flown by in an instant. After Maria finished med school, she had been hired at Pine Valley Hosptial by Doctor Joe Martin, who was then the current Chief of Staff. There had bumps in the road, many, many bumps, infertility, the adoption, and finally having a baby only to be thought dead but returned alive. The most painful was how Edmund thought Maria was killed when she was wedged on the part of a plane that fell over a cliff. Years later, he had married Brooke English only for an amnesiac Maria to return. After her memory fully returned, they continued to stick together. This was especially true after Edmund was shot. Maria was with him every step of the way. After a near-fatal blow to the head that almost caused Edmund his life, they decided it was time to leave Pine Valley. They moved to California, joining the rest of the family, including Haley, Mateo, Enzo, Isabella, and Rosa.

Now they were in Las Vegas, celebrating their fiftieth wedding anniversary. Edmund was now eight-two, and Maria was seventy-two. While Edmund had all white hair, Maria was still as stunning as the first day he met her. Edmund supports himself with a cane while holding his wife's hand as they stand at the altar.

When it came time, Edmund recited his vow. "Baby, I had promised you before when first got married that we are here renewing our vows in Vegas and here are in front of our kids and grandkids renewing our love. Fifty-five years ago, I first set eyes on you in that lecture hall at Texas State University at San Marcos. I felt something ignited in me. I knew I need to get to know that beautiful young woman. While we were together for one summer, it was the best time of my life.

During our marriage, we have had many ups and downs. I know you were hurting from a breakup; I was there for you. We struggled to have our family, but then came Sammy and Maddie. When I thought I lost you the first time, I thought I couldn't make through, but with our kids and family and friends, I made it."

Looking at their children and grandkids, and he said, "Sammy and Maddie, you along with our grandchildren Jenna, Isabella, Joshua, and Hector are the lights in our lives."

Looking at Maria and said, "My love for you has grown exponentially and will continue to grow forever and always. Where we go. I hope that we can continue our travels."

Maria choked up and began her vow. "Wow, Edmund. You said everything I planned on saying. I will keep mine short. I was unsure when we first met if I was ready to start dating again, especially after my heartbreak. You helped me heal my broken heart. You were the consummate man who was loving and gentle with me and didn't push. Well, we did have our challenges we overcame it and became stronger. With our kids and grandkids here, I promise to be with you for all of eternity."

Indeed, their meeting had led them to be forever beloved.

A/N 3: Thanks for reading Forever Beloved. Reviews are appreciated!

#All My Chridlren #Maria Santos #Maria Santos Grey #Eva LaRue #Edmund Grey #John Callahan

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Fall ‘19 Semester Reflection

now that the semester is over (see submitted grades), I can do a full, comprehensive recap. for those who don’t know me, I’m Alexi and I’m a 3/? year student studying Chemical Engineering in California. I’m recapping my semester because last semester was really rough for me. I failed 2 classes in Spring ‘19 but ITS TIME FOR A COMEBACK.

Highlights

1. I passed ALL my classes, including the ones I needed to retake (Calculus 3 and Analytical Mechanics I)! This means I can finally move onto Thermodynamics, Fluids, and all of my other major classes. I made a studying/homework game plan for this semester and it really worked. I also posted it in a place that I had to look every day so that was some psychological sh*t I needed.

2. I was more open to asking for help this semester than ever before. I went to office hours consistently, I raised my hand in class, I did problems on the board and GOT THEM WRONG but didn’t beat myself up over it. I dedicated more time to more efficient studying and not just doing the bare minimum, hoping to pass. This was definitely a semester of growth.

3. I kept a consistent, MANAGEABLE, FUN workout routine/schedule ALL SEMESTER. That hasn’t happened since like...freshman year !!! Honestly, I think this helped keep me sane. I grew up as an athlete and then things came to a lull around sophomore year (this is also when my depression returned LOL WE LOVE THAT), so getting back into some type of physical activity was nice.

4. I also read throughout the semester, like..books for joy. Reading has been a hobby of mine and it helps me decompress so making sure I incorporated that into my routine was refreshing.

Places for Improvement

1. Around the second round of midterms, I fell off the wagon a bit for my study methods compared to the beginning of the semester. I think (?) this started happening around the time I went to my conference, WE19. I just need to remember to remind myself around weeks 9-11 that we’re almost there; there’s just a slight push to go.

2. For ChE 200, I didn’t do well on a single test, but I haven’t really been able to pinpoint a reason. Upon reflection, I think I didn’t dedicate enough time to it. I was more focused on Analytical Mechanics and Math because I wanted to redeem myself, but I got lost in the redemption lol. I only understood the basics from this class and I really wanted to grasp the more complicated things (i.e., bypass streams, absorption, etc). This honestly just comes down to being more disciplined with the schedules I create for my classes.

Summary

I think this was the first semester where I had extremely good balance. I hung out with friends, I traveled, I went to concerts. I studied, I hid away in the library every Sunday to MAKE MYSELF get shit done, I took a 5 HOUR CLASS THAT CONSISTED OF STARING AT A COMPUTER. I stayed up late, I went on late night food runs to Rally’s and Rite Aid, I pulled all nighters and they were definitely NOT school related. I sold my car, I cried in Starbucks over a math problem. I wanted to kill my professors, I cried over a test that I thought failed but actually got an 85. It was a good semester. I’d do it all over again.

#alexistudies #long beach state sem 5 #studyblr #studyspo #smartspo #learnign #genspen #sprouhtstudies #bumblebee study #mangostudies

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quickeningheart · 5 years

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Nine

Alley muttered to herself and punched the button on the elevator, waiting for the lift to carry her up to another floor. This was the fifth ride she’d taken so far in search of the elusive Main Office, and her nerves were about shot. And it was totallyStoker’s fault. He’d had her so turned around that she’d taken off without remembering to grab the GPS out of Priscilla’s glove-box, thus leaving her to find her way to the Chicago Institute of Art and Design without so much as a road map to guide her.

After two hours of battling downtown mid-afternoon traffic, getting turned around twice (once going the wrong way up a one-way street), stopping at three different convenience stores to ask for directions, she’d finally made it to the main campus located three miles outside of the actual city. Only to be faced with another conundrum: the campus really was huge. The four buildings on the campus were huge. And only one of them contained the offices where she was supposed to fill out the final papers to turn in for the start of her school year.

On a whim, she’d picked the biggest building that was located the furthest from the gated entrance, which had thankfully been the right choice (according to the random student she’d asked in passing). But now that she was in the place she was supposed to be, she found herself confused and lost all over again. The large floor layout maps hanging on the walls by the elevators and escalators were proving less than useful. Big red dots with the words “You are here” graced every one, but the maps themselves were all wrong, and didn’t seem to match the actual floor plans at all. So no matter where Alley supposedly was, she couldn’t help feeling like she was supposed to be somewhere else altogether!

The elevator dinged, the door slid open, and she stomped out of the lift and turned right … only to run headlong into a wall of books and poster tubes, hard enough to knock herself flat on her ass. There was a startled yelp from behind the book-wall as it promptly came tumbling down, scattering tomes and tubes all around her. And the tall, skinny man who’d been holding them blinked owlishly at her from the wire-framed glasses that had been knocked askew on his nose.

“I am so sorry!” Alley cried, scrambling to her knees to help pick up the scattered books. Her entire body was flaming with mortification. “I wasn’t looking and I knocked into you and I am just so sorry,” she babbled.

“No worries,” the man grunted, getting to his feet. “I wasn’t exactly looking where I was going, either. What with the books blocking my view and all.” He offered a crooked grin, soft gray eyes smiling down at her through an unkempt mop of sandy brown curls. “You okay?” He offered a hand to help her up, which she gratefully accepted. “No broken bones or anything?”

“Nah, I’m fine. How about you?” she replied. “I hit you pretty hard.”

“Oh, don’t worry about him. He’s used to being knocked on his ass by girls.”

The man heaved a long-suffering sigh, rolling his eyes as a woman dressed all in purple and black joined them. She smirked at him and kicked a poster tube out of her way with a well-worn engineer boot. “This your new method for picking up women? Play the injured puppy and get them cooing and drooling all over you in sympathy?” she teased.

“Don’t you have some kittens to eat or something?’

“I upgraded my diet to pig hearts this week. More protein.”

Alley watched the two of them banter, fascinated. They were as different as two people could be. If she had to put a title, he was classic preppy nerd while the girl was clearly the punk-goth type. In normal society, these two would hardly take time to look at each other, much less interact like … well, a lot like her and Charley did, actually.

“Are you two related by chance?” she blurted, and felt herself blushing all over again when the pair stopped talking and turned to face her. Goth Chic had gray eyes, too, she noted, heavily made up with dark shadow and liner. And she suspected that under the cherry-red hair dye, the girl’s natural hair color was also brown.

“You’re good,” Goth Chic commented. “Most people don’t figure it out on the first try. You must have an annoying brother, too.”

“I’m an only child, actually. But my cousin and I get along pretty much the same way,” Alley explained. “So, you’re siblings?”

“Yeah, we’re twins. Can’t you tell?” Goth Chic’s voice was so bland, Alley couldn’t tell if she was joking or not.

Preppy rolled his eyes and smacked his sister across the head. “What the birth defect means to say is her name is Constance Archer. And I’m Christopher.”

“Call me Chex,” the girl put in. “If you call me Constance or Connie, I'll be forced to kill you. You can call him the Mutant Hobbit.” Another smack over the head from said Hobbit. “Okay, fine, call him Chris.”

Alley laughed. “Alley Davidson,” she said. “Freshly relocated from Florida. And you’re from?”

“Oh, we’re born-and-bred Illinoisans,” Christopher replied with a grin. “Chi-town residents for the past ten years. A little town called Penbrooke before that.”

“They call it a town, but it’s more like a speck of dirt on a map. You know, the kind you try and scratch off with your fingernail.” Chex demonstrated by scratching the air with a black-painted nail. "Oh, speaking of maps, I probably should tell you, the maps on the walls? They’ve been switched around.”

Alley’s brow furrowed. “Switched?”

“Yeah.” Chris nodded at the map behind them. “That one says Atrium floor, but the Atrium is actually in another building. This is the Hospic floor. Who knows where that map ended up.”

Alley’s jaw dropped. “No wonder I can't figure out where I am!” she huffed. “What morons went and switched the maps?”

“Just some prank from the senior students,” Chex said with a shrug. “The frat houses tend to pull crazy shit like this to confuse the hell out of the newbies. Congrats. You can consider yourself officially initiated. Welcome to college. Just like high school, but with a lot more drinking.”

~*~*~*~*~

After picking up the rest of the books, the twins guided Alley to the correct office located on the first floor in the back of the building. They seemed to know their way around the place pretty well, and when Christopher told her why, she was astonished. “Your father is the dean?” she repeated.

“Yeah, but don’t hold it against us,” Chex deadpanned. “We can’t help who we were born to.”

“So you know this place pretty well, huh?”

“We’ve been running around these buildings since we were kids. I always wanted to attend school here,” Chris told her. “My sister is here because her other option was Military boot camp, but the food is better here.”

“Ah.” Alley grinned. “That would be those pig hearts you mentioned?”

“And let us not forget the kittens,” Chex added. “So, what’re you majoring in?”

“Well, because my parents absolutely insisted on me picking something I can make a real career out of, my major is graphic design. But since I’m not sure if that’s what I actually want to do, I’m minoring in creative writing and music composition, and looking into a few possible art courses for next semester.”

“Sweet. Another writer type. I dig it.” Chex offered a high-five, but hastily reconsidered when she nearly dropped her armload of books. “What’s your preference? Novels? Poetry? Essays?”

“Well, I don’t really know,” Alley admitted. “I’ve mostly kept journals and stuff, and I’ve written some song lyrics here and there, a few poems. But since I’ve never actually let anyone read any of it, I don’t know if they’re any good or not.”

“You write music?” Chris asked.

“Sort of. I didn’t take a lot of music classes in high school, but I do know my basics. I took piano lessons for eight years. I’m in the beginning course for music composition. I think it’d be fun to try writing my own songs.”

“Do you sing, too?” he asked hopefully.

“What’s with the twenty questions?” Chex nudged her brother. “Trying to recruit her for your little band?”

Alley raised her eyebrows. “You’re in a band?”

She must’ve sounded skeptical, because he drew himself up, looking a little wounded. “It’s nothing spectacular, just a garage band I put together back in high school, but we get decent gigs on weekends and stuff,” he replied. “It’s a lot of fun. Hang out, play good music. Get paid for it, even. Since we graduated, though, some of the members have left. The drummer headed to Oxford and our female lead singer is attending Juilliard. We’ve still got our bass and guitar players, and I sing and play the keyboard.”

“That’s cool,” Alley said.

“We’ll probably hold auditions for another keyboard player and singer once classes start. See if we can get some interest. It’d be great to keep the band going, if we can.”

Chex cupped a hand to her mouth and added in a stage-whisper, “That’s a hint for you to show up and sing.”

Chris mimicked the move. “She’s just mad ‘cause we won’t let her join. She can’t hold a note to save her life.”

“Butthead.”

“Birth defect.”

“Awww, you guys love each other so much,” Alley teased. “Almost makes me wish I had a brother, too.”

“Don’t. You’re better off,” Chex said blandly.

Alley laughed. “So what’re you majoring in, Chex? You like writing, too?”

“Connie has wanted to be a professional writer since she was old enough to pick up a pencil,” Chris said with a roll of his eyes. “Don’t get her started on the subject or you’ll never get her to shut up again.”

“Don’t mind him.” Chex pulled a face at her brother. “ His ultimate goal in life is to be our dad’s personal Mini-Me. He fully plans to take over the position of dean when Pops retires.”

“That’s not set in stone,” Chris muttered, blushing a little. “But it’s sort of a position that’s been passed down in the family since the school was founded. As the oldest son—”

“As the only son,” she cut in with a snort.

Chris shot her a brief glare before turning his attention back to Alley. “Our family founded this school,” he explained. "We don’t own it, per se, but it’s always been the Archer sons who have taken the position of dean.”

“It’s got something to do with the founding father’s will or some sort of legal shit like that,” Chex put in, waving a dismissive hand. “Even though there’s a board of directors and all sorts of officials these days, they can’t kick an Archer son out of the position, unless he willingly steps down.”

“So, when Dad retires, I’ll be taking over as the dean,” Chris finished.

“Wow. That’s kind of nice, knowing you’ve got a career path all planned out for you.” Alley pursed her lips, considering. “Unless … you don’t want to be the dean? Then I guess it’d be kind of a pain in the ass.”

“No, I’m willing to step into the position, but it’ll be after Dad retires, and since he’s only in his forties, that won’t be happening for awhile.”

“So, what do you plan to do with yourself in the meantime?”

“I’m majoring in musical composition, the advanced classes. I’d like a career in music. Maybe become a pianist, or even a teacher. It’d be kind of fun to teach classes here, actually.”

Chex snorted. “In case you haven’t figured it out yet, my brother really loves this school.”

“Oh, like you’re one to talk.”

Alley grinned as she listened to the twins’ bickering, which only ended when they finally reached their destination. “The offices are right through here," Chris announced, pushing open a set of swinging doors to reveal a posh waiting room.

“The dean’s office technically closes at five,” Chex said, “but being his kids gives us certain advantages.” She flashed a cheeky smile at the secretary and sauntered down the short hallway as if she owned the place, stopping before a closed door. “Hey, Pops, you in?” she called.

“C'mon in,” came a deep voice from the other side. Chex pushed the door ope and stepped into a large, richly furnished office with Chris and Alley bringing up the rear. “Got those books and posters you wanted,” she grunted, dumping her armload onto the mahogany desk. The dark-haired man on the other side glanced up from his ledger, gray eyes crinkling with a smile.

“Thanks, kids.” His eyes fell on Alley. “I’m sorry, young lady, the office is closed now.”

“Um,” Alley began, but Chris hastily stepped in. “She’s with us,” he explained. “She got lost trying to get here because someone went and switched all the floor maps on the walls.”

“Again?” Mr. Archer rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Didn’t we just go through that last year?”

“Better up the security, Pops.” Chex took her brother's armload of books and unceremoniously dumped them into an empty armchair. “Tricky bastards, those seniors.”

“Language, Constance,” the dean sighed.

“Sorry, Sir.” She didn't sound sorry at all.

“Alley has some more papers she needed to sign. Think she could do that real quick? After all the trouble she had getting here and all…” Chris prodded.

“Sure, sure. Have Mary pull the file. Alley, was it? You can sit at the table out there and finish what you need. I just ask that you be done by six thirty. That’s when Mary has to leave.”

“Oh, that’ll be plenty of time. Thank you, Sir,” Alley replied gratefully, placing the poster tubes she was holding on the chair beside the books. She stood awkwardly, wondering if she should bow or curtsy or something, and settled for a polite nod as she turned to follow Chex back to the waiting area.

~*~*~*~*~

Half an hour later, Alley was on the final paper, filling in her new address. She jotted Charley’s house phone down as a temporary number until she could buy a cell phone. She considered who to put as the emergency contact. Her parents were on the other side of the States, so they were out. Charley was the only person she knew in this city, aside from the mice, but she could hardly use their names. She wasn’t sure if they even used phones. Probably best to leave it blank for the moment. She could always fill it later.

She glanced at the twins, who had for whatever reason decided to stick around; Chris had made himself comfortable in an armchair, absorbed in a well-worn copy of what looked like a science fiction novel.

Chex lounged on a loveseat with her long black-and-purple-striped legs resting against the back of the couch and her bright red hair brushing the ground. She didn’t seem to care that her short, black-lace tutu skirt had ridden up her waist and now rested in a frothy pile on her stomach. Or that her upside-down face was slowly turning the same shade as her hair as her booted feet danced in the air, keeping time to whatever song was playing on her iPod. She completely ignored the disapproving glances both Mary and her brother kept tossing at her; if anything, they only seemed to encourage her as she drummed the air with her purple-gloved hands, body squirming as she danced on her back. Alley found herself grinning, wondering if she could convince Chex to come shopping with her for a new phone that week. She had a feeling that, despite their very different appearances, the two of them would get along swimmingly.

A disturbance from the front of the waiting area caught her attention, and she looked toward the front desk, where three men had entered the doors and were casually strolling toward them, ignoring Mary’s frantic attempts to stop them.

“Aw, shit,” Chex swore softly. “The Purple People Eater’s back.” She quickly flipped herself around and patted down her skirt, snatched a photography magazine off a nearby rack and hastily flipped it open. She didn’t seem to notice it was upside-down. “Keep your head down,” she hissed to Alley. “Don’t look at ‘em, don’t draw attention to yourself, and whatever you do, hold your breath. ”

“Hold my—bwoaaarph,” Alley gagged as a most awful stench suddenly hit her like a brick to the face. She choked, one hand coming up to pinch her nose shut as she ducked her head, staring through tearing eyes at the forms in front of her. The three men passed them, and she dared to glance up for a better look, then did a triple-take. Purple People Eater was right! He was the largest man she’d ever seen. And he was dressed in the most glaringly purple pinstriped suit her eyeballs had ever had the misfortune to encounter. His greasy black hair was slicked back in some semblance of a coif and he carried a cane in one white-gloved hand. All he needed was a Tommy Gun and he’d be the epitome of the classic 1940s mob boss.

He noticed her staring, gave her a cold smile that sent a chill shivering up her spine, and sauntered down the short hallway to Mr. Archer’s office. The two henchmen following him, looking more like typical thugs on a street corner than anything, didn’t even glance her way. She watched them go, wondering why in the world she felt like she’d seen him before.

As soon as the office door opened and shut, Alley released her breath and gasped for air for a moment. “Holy hell,” she hissed. “Did somebody drop that guy into the Bog of Eternal Stench?”

Chex burst out laughing and reached over to slug her brother in the arm. “See? I told you I wasn’t the only person in the world who watches Labyrinth!”

“Well, we all must have some flaws,” Chris sniffed, shutting his book.

“Says the guy reading The Man Who Fell to Earth for the umpteenth time.”

“It’s a classic book!”

“And Labyrinth is a classic movie!"

“Guys!” Alley snapped her fingers to get their attention. “Focus. Who was that?”

“Trouble,” Chris grumbled. “He’s been coming around lately. Dad says he’s been trying to convince him to sell him the school or something. He wants the land around it.”

“Yeah, he seems to have it in his head that Pops owns the place and has the legal authority to sell out, or can convince the board members to sell out, or something. I dunno, the guy’s a nutball.” Chex circled her temple with a finger.

“Well … hasn’t anyone called the cops on him or something?”

“Won’t do any good.” Chris ran his fingers through his tousled curls, mussing them even further. “His thugs are there for show, but he hasn’t actually gotten violent or anything so they can’t toss his fat ass out. Dad wouldn’t, anyway. He prefers to keep the peace and try and talk things out.”

“Yeah, he’s stupid like that,” Chex muttered, earning a glare from her twin.

“Besides, we think he sort of owns the police. He lines their pockets and all.” Chris rubbed his fingers together.

“He’s got some weird-ass cheese name,” Chex added. “Like, it really fits him, though.” She glanced at her brother. “What was it? Muenster? Pepperjack?”

“Limburger,” Alley said quietly, as it abruptly hit her where she’d seen him before. In Throttle’s memories. “That’s Lawrence Limburger.”

“Yeah! That’s it!” Chex laughed. “Smelly cheese for a really smelly guy!”

“How often does he stop by?” Alley asked.

“I dunno. He started coming around about two months ago. Once or twice a week, I guess. No big deal, really.”

“No, listen, this is a big deal.” Alley shook her head. “That guy, he’s dangerous. He’s—” She stopped, struggling to think up a way to explain how dangerous. She doubted the truth would get her anywhere but locked up in a nuthouse. “He’s mafia,” she finally blurted. “He’s a boss in the mafia, and he’s buying up property all over the state to strip-mine it. He seems focused primarily on Chicago, though. My cousin, Charley? She’s been harassed by Limburger for years, trying to buy out her garage, or take it by force. She’s managed to resist, but only ‘cause she’s got some good friends helping her out. If it wasn’t for them, she’d be out of business by now. Possibly worse. He has gotten violent with her in the past. If something isn’t done to stop him, he’ll start using force to get what he wants here, too. Trust me on this, okay? I believe my cousin.”

The twins stared at her, wide-eyed. Even Mary had stopped what she was doing to listen.

“But, when he first showed up, Pops called the cops on him, and they didn’t do anything,” Chex finally said. “I mean, they said they couldn’t do anything.”

“Never mind that he was legally trespassing, showing up after-hours without an appointment and even making veiled threats,” Chris added. “That’s why we figured he’s got the police in his pocket. They could’ve done something otherwise.”

Alley chewed on her lower lip. “I gotta get back,” she decided. “I’ve been gone too long, anyhow. Charley needs her truck back, and I want to talk to the guys about this. Her friends, I mean. They can probably help, and the cops never even need to know.” She gathered the paperwork and slid it back into the folder, taking it to Mary.

“You two should get yourselves home,” the secretary told the twins. “Don’t worry, I’ll stay and make sure Mr. Archer gets out safely. I’ll call security in to escort him if I have to.” She took the file from Alley and nodded. “Welcome to the Institute, Miss Davidson. I hope you’ll enjoy yourself here.”

Alley flashed her a weak smile. “Well, can’t say it won’t be interesting, at least.”

#bmfm fanfiction #Biker Mice from Mars #OCs #humor #romance #adventure

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ventingoutmyass · 6 years

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2.15.18

Most people understand what it means to miss who a person used to be rather than who they currently are. I, personally, have not really experienced this until this last year.

I want to tell you about this person first. She was a glowing star in my life. She was handed a terrible life and a neglectful family. She was ten years old when we first met. She hasn't been really affected by her environment yet. She still had her childhood innocence, she wanted to have fun and make friends and play games.

She was eleven when she became my best friend. We shared a sixth grade classroom and lots of friends came and went. We struggled through the hardships of middle school together, but there was always a lot more going on at home for both of us. My parents were getting divorced and my life was falling from under me, while her family put more pressure on her and began to crush her into a little ball in the corner, flinching at any sudden movement.

When I moved to a new school district for high school, she convinced her parents to let her come with me. It was a long drive for them and things kept getting worse at home. At one point her mom told her not to bother, because in high school we would find other friends and forget about eachother. It made her really upset and she called me, crying. I told her that the only way that would happen is if we both let it. I told her I wouldnt let it. It was our freshman year that her parents separated and through the mess she lived with me for a while. She slept on couch cushions next to my twin size bed for three weeks before her mom demanded to take her home.

Junior year was the first time we had started to drift apart. I remembered back to that phone call, I started to cry. It was the kind of drifting that even though we saw eachother everyday, the connection we always had was loose. Then, the semester came with the one and only class we ever had together, US history. We sat right next to eachother and our connection strengthened again. I was extremely grateful to have her.

One thing I forgot to mention is that my friend comes from a Muslim household. They had become very americanized over the years, especially after the parents split. The kids werent very in touch with their culture or religion and never prayed. The only real signs I'd seen of their religion til this point is that their mom wore a hijab, and they celebrated Eid. I also knew that every couple years they would visit family in Iraq over the summer.

My friend was a good kid. She was responsible and caring and had so much love to give the world. We wanted to go to medical school and become a pediatrician because she loves kids more than I've seen anyone love anything before.

In January of 2017 she decided that she needed a break. She left to Iraq for seven months. I made a scrapbook for her before she left, to remind her of all the people who love her back at home. If I can find a picture of it I'll post it here as well.

She came back in the beginning of August. She has learned a lot more about her religion and spoke Arabic a lot more. She also decided she wanted to wear her hijab seriously, not just while visiting family.

In mid-August, she met a boy. And to be honest with you, it all goes downhill from there.

In December of 2017 my friend took a pregnacy test. When it came up positive, she decided to go to a GYN office and take a professional test. When that test came out negative, she began taking birth control and went about her life like nothing happened.

In March of 2018, she decided to take another test. It came out positive. She again went to see a doctor. The doctor told her that she was eleven weeks pregnant.

A lot happened in March. A lot of negligence on her part. She decided to embrace the pregnancy, despite being Muslim and un-married. She made a little blue chest she used as a box to hold a pair of baby shoes, she used this as an announcement. I decided to play along for a day and drive her around to everyone she loved most to reveal the big news. She hadnt told her parents for obvious reasons and my mom sat at home, terrified for her.

In late March her boyfriends mom took it upon herself to reveal the news to my friends parents. My friend called me that night, pleading, sobbing. My mom and I jumped in the car and drove as fast as we could to her moms house where they were. For two hours my mom tried to explain the situation and calm them down and figure out ways to handle the situation while I held my friend as she cried. We couldnt take her home that night like we planned, like we wanted to.

My friend never took our advice. My friend never listened to anything that I or my mom had to say. She only listened to people who didnt know the severity of the situation. Because they said what she wanted to hear. She wanted to lead a normal life with her baby and boyfriend and to keep her siblings and distant family as well. Realistically, there was no possible way to have it all. She didnt want to hear that.

I went with her for the consultation. Her parents wanted her to have an abortion. Her dad, in fact, wanted the abortion and then to ship her off to China where she would get sewn back together, like she never lost her virginity. Luckily, my mom talked him out of that option. I told my friend that the only way to keep the baby is to go into hiding. To leave everything behind and go where nobody could find her or the baby, I gave her options. I told her where she could go who could take care of her. Endless numbers of people we knew reached out to help. She refused. She wanted her family too.

It became too much. I wasnt able to focus on my own life. I was spending too much emotional and physical energy and she wasnt listening to anything I had to say, any good advice I had, any option I gave her. She wanted what she wanted and there was nothing else in her eyes. It was every minute of every day that I was thinking and hoping and praying for her. I gave up. I couldnt handle the stress anymore.

She had the abortion against her wishes. Two months later she flew out to Iraq, she wanted to be away from her parents for a couple months.

My friend left in May of 2018. In September, she said she would come back home in October or November.

She hasn't come home. She has no plans of coming home. She hasn't spoken to me since. She texted my mom last month to ask about her taxes, because she worked for my mom for a while, and nothing else.

Life has done nothing but tear her down. I was one of the only good things she had and life forced her away from me.

I miss my best friend. I miss her smile and happiness. I miss hanging out with our friends and going bowling and shopping at stores that we didnt have the money for. I miss her every single day. We would be approaching ten years of friendship this fall. I cant express in words how much I miss her smile. Her smile was the biggest relief off my shoulders growing up. No matter how hard life was and how much she hated herself and how bad she wanted to die some days. Her smile made me feel like she could be okay. Her smile told me that time would one day give her all the smiles and laughs that she deserves, for all the ones she missed growing up.

But life doesnt have happy endings

I still have the little blue chest in the trunk of my car. Along with the baby clothes I had bought for her. I cant bring myself to give them away

#everything i didn't say #lost frienship

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joo-heo-n · 7 years

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One Time Thing

Genre: Angst/Fluff/(Suggestive)

Member: Shownu

Word Count: 7,368

a/n: Have a good weekend!!!

Summary: “You then glanced over at the guy on the opposite side of the auditorium and squinted. Attempting to take a good look and memorize his face in case you needed help, you nearly gasped when it dawned on you that no mental photograph was needed because you already knew this person, and you wanted to so badly slam your head hard against the small desk before you. Son Hyunwoo was not only the guy who relieved you from stress for a night, but he’d also be the cause of your stress for the following months to come.”

When you had mentioned to your friends the idea of going to a club for the last time before school started, you had initially thought of getting buzzed and dancing until the late hours of the night. You wanted to enjoy the freedom of a weekend and stress-free environment before school and work took up the following months. You never thought, however, that you’d find the perfect distraction in the form of a tall, incredibly hot guy, and not at a club, but a house party. You weren’t one to sleep around every time you went out on weekends, but this time around, you’d be rather ungrateful if you didn’t take the opportunity with a man such as the one you found yourself making out with at the moment.

The two of you hadn’t even made it inside his apartment before you were on his lap, one of his hands at your waist as the other held the back of your neck. You had surprisingly hit it off quickly with him. It took a mere glance as you bumped into him while turning to go find more drinks for his eyes to lock with yours and practically play tug of war with each other until one of you gave in. You wanted to think it was a win-win, where you unanimously decided to give into each other but a little voice in the back of your head told you you were just a sore loser and he had you wrapped around his finger from the start.

Nonetheless, things didn’t move too fast when you were at the party, in fact, you had wondered why it had taken him so long to take it further. Once he did, you couldn’t help it, your hands were all over him and you were not one bit ashamed, which made him chuckle but he never stopped you. You ran your hands down his chest and brought them back to his neck, letting one go to his hair as his lips crashed with yours once, twice, three times more. After a few minutes, the heat in the car was too much and the two of you had to break away, making you pant against him as he smiled, lips reddened and cheeks flushed.

“Are we going inside?” you asked, trying to catch your breath as he nodded, unlocking his door and opening it as you ungracefully made your way off of him and got off, earning a few chuckles from you in embarrassment, but he couldn’t have minded any less. You could tell by the way he held your hand, fingers interlocked with your own as he took you to his apartment and hastily unlocked the door. As soon as the two of you were inside, he had you backed against the door, his hand on your cheek as the other still held your hand while he leaned forward slowly, taking you by surprise. His gentleness made your stomach flip uncontrollably as he pecked your lips slowly and then much more deeply, soon lifting you up and making you wrap your legs around his waist as he took you to the bedroom.

You knew the next morning that it was by far the best way to end the summer vacations, and sadly enough, he had officially raised your one-night stand standards too high for anyone who dared prove himself.

Until the new semester started, you had not heard the end of your one-night stand with your friends. Two weeks flew by and they still teased you about it, which frankly made you upset not because they teased, but because you weren’t sure you’d ever see him again, and never before had you met a guy that haunting when you were your loneliest.

You hadn’t really been able to get him out of your head, and it was unnecessarily draining.

You registered for your classes and came to the conclusion that you’d definitely hate your only lecture class, with it being so early in the day and on top of that your least favorite subject, there was absolutely no question about how much of a hard time you’d have in it. There was no way it could get worse.

Of course you would be totally wrong about that too.

“I’m actually kind of excited for this semester, I mean it’s already the second half of our second year, things only go up from here” your friend commented as the two of you walked across campus for a coffee from your favorite place. “I don’t even know what kind of major you’re doing because that is so not my case” you said and your friend grinned. “You just have bad luck and a bad attitude about school” she retorted and you rolled your eyes at her and chuckled. “You’re too happy, I don’t think that’s right either” you stated and the two of you laughed.

“How are you even going to do it with the morning class you have?” she then asked, and you shrugged in distaste, grimacing as the two of you reached the coffee shop. “I think I’m just going to invest in this coffee place” you joked as you opened the door of the small shop and went inside. You were joking in that moment, but little did you know the following semester would consist of that coffee shop at least twice a week.

Your alarm rang loudly in your ears, the silence in your bedroom was now disturbed and it made you whine as you reached for your cell phone and turned it off. You saw the time and brought the bed sheets up to your nose, letting out a whimper as you closed your eyes tightly. You had no idea what the hell had taken over you as you registered for this class. It was going to be the worst mistake of your college life, no doubt about it.

You stood up lazily, sleep weighing heavily on your eyelids as you washed up and changed into clean clothes. By the time you were done getting ready, you checked the time and nearly cried out as you realized you wouldn’t have time for breakfast, and there would be no way you would wake up any earlier to get some. You concluded breakfast would just simply not be part of the days in which you had to wake up this insanely early.

You hadn’t even gotten the chance to look remotely decent choosing to wear a pair of jeans and plain shirt because you were not going to doll up at the crack of dawn. You were exaggerating, but you seriously felt like there could be nothing worse.

You drove in a daze, arriving with enough time to walk at your own pace to the lecture hall. When you stepped inside, you noticed how everyone in the room looked equally as regretful as you were feeling. Some wore their pajamas, and others actually looked as if they were about to go down a runway, which made you scoff as you found somewhere to sit at the very back.

You picked the dimmest part of the row to sit at and set your things down as everyone waited in silence for the professor to make his appearance. In a few minutes, he was behind the small desk and taking a microphone to speak into. He introduced himself and explained the syllabus, a routine you had grown accustomed to, so the entire time you felt your eyes threatening to shut close.

“I’m pretty bad with emails, and because I’m sure you will have questions, I assigned office hours to two TA’s in here- could you please stand so everyone can see you?” his voice resonated through the room, and two students rose from their seats. You spotted the girl in the front row on the left side of the auditorium and took down her information on the screen at the front. You then glanced over at the guy on the opposite side of the auditorium and squinted. Attempting to take a good look and memorize his face in case you needed help, you nearly gasped when it dawned on you that no mental photograph was needed because you already knew this person, and you wanted to so badly slam your head hard against the small desk before you.

You quickly took down his information and watched as he sat back down, his body and face completely familiar to you.

Son Hyunwoo was not only the guy who relieved you from stress for a night, but he’d also be the cause of your stress for the following months to come.

“Please make sure to hand in your assignments to them since they will be the ones grading” the professor added, and you slouched down in your seat and frowned, bringing your hands to cover your face in disbelief.

The first two weeks were a breeze, you had turned in your assignments to the other TA and avoided Hyunwoo as much as physically possible, but every time you walked into that lecture hall, your eyes drifted towards where he usually sat at. So far, the subject wasn’t too difficult, and you had managed to get your things to the female TA without trouble, but you had told your friends about him and the one-night stand teasing came back.

“Maybe you should sleep with him again and get extra credit or your grades curved whenever you need it” one of your friends had half joked, and you were quick glare at her but lowered your head in shame. You didn’t regret it one bit, but having him for a class was not exactly fun, how long would you even be able to avoid him before he found you?

“Why don’t you just talk to him? You said he was nice the day you hooked up with him, so maybe he won’t be weirded out and you guys can be friends or something” another one of your friends commented as you walked to her dorm room. You shrugged and gave the idea some thought. “Okay, but what if you’re wrong?” you countered and she chuckled. “It’s an auditorium class anyway, I’m sure it won’t be that hard to avoid him” she said and another nodded. “Or just be cool about it if he doesn’t want to talk” she suggested and you pouted. You played the different scenarios in your head that night, running through any possibility of success and failure that you could encounter in trying to talk to him.

It all intimidated you no matter how plausible a positive outcome was. Making up your mind that you’d have to actually get up earlier than usual to look presentable if you were to approach him, you couldn’t shake the feeling of insecurity at the thought of trying to look nice in front of him.

The next morning you grudgingly woke up an hour earlier than usual and started getting ready. There was not one drop of nervousness in you because it was still too early and you weren’t awake enough to actually give much thought to what you’d be doing later on, and the rest of the morning slipped by with ease despite feeling like your body was weighed down with exhaustion. Sitting in class, your fingers toyed mercilessly with your pen and your leg bounced a little as your eyes occasionally glanced over at Hyunwoo, making a tinge of excitement run through your body every time he shifted in his seat. Flashbacks of the night you spent with him randomly distracted you throughout the lecture and you had to shake your head a little and change the way you sat to reel your mind back into whatever it was your professor was saying. As soon as it was over, you decided to turn in your most recent assignment to Hyunwoo instead of the other TA. You took a deep breath and held your assignment in one of your hands as you made your way down to his row where a few people were already turning in papers to him.

You waited till you were the last person to hand your paper in and as soon as you were standing before him, a small voice in the back of your head told you to just call it quits, hand in your paper and sprint out of there. However, a much more determined part of you smiled and handed your paper to him. “Hi, Hyunwoo right?” you managed to utter, and only then did he give you a double take as he took your paper. “Yeah” he replied simply, averting his gaze from you to the stack of papers he fixed in his hands. “I don’t think you remember me, but we met at a party three weeks ago?” you persisted, and for a second you thought you recognized something like realization in his expression, but that quickly disappeared as he bent down to reach for his backpack and threw it over his shoulder, then finally met your gaze. He let out an exhale and parted his lips to speak. “Uh, I don’t- sorry, I have a class to get to, excuse me” he said, not one bit apologetic but you simply smiled and nodded, stepping out of his way and letting him walk past you. You let out a long breath and walked out of the lecture room, your feet feeling extremely heavy as you moved. You scoffed a little and chuckled in disbelief, why did you think that was a good idea? You had actually come to terms with this outcome the most, so you weren’t all that disappointed, really, it was actually one of the least worst case scenarios, so you thanked the universe for saving you the humiliation.

After that, you gave up trying to talk to him, in fact, you resigned from even looking at him. You continued to turn in your papers to the other TA and went on with your school life as if Hyunwoo had only been part of a dream you could now only recall if you tried hard enough. “Just like that? I thought you said he was super hot?” one of your friends said as the two of you munched on lunch. You offered her a half hearted shrug, “He is, but he was also a one-time hookup, no strings attached, and he obviously want to keep it that way” you commented to which your friend quirked an eyebrow at. “So you have enough self-control to not look at him during class?” she teased and you snorted. “Never said I did, I daydream okay? But it’s not like I’m trying to make it happen. That class is starting to give me a hard time anyway so I can’t fall behind” you said and your friend grinned. “Yeah I guess that makes sense, but if it were me, he’d have me begging for him to tutor me” she joked and you guffawed, making a few heads turn in your direction as you covered your mouth to stifle your laugh. “I’m sure that’s not the only thing you’d be begging for” you added and she gasped, laughing right after. “Do you talk of experience?” she added and you winked sarcastically, the two of you falling into a fit of laughter.

You wanted to kick the seats in front you and throw your things into the front rows in rage. You gripped the paper tightly in your hand and stared at the several red marking and words. “What the fuck?” you said under your breath, gritting your teeth and trying to focus on one single marking at a time.

Ten minutes before class was over, you had been handed back several graded papers, and most of yours seemed to be fine with the exception of a few errors. However your last, most important paper had been an entire failure and you had the endless corrections in red to make it known to you. You furrowed your eyebrows as you analyzed the corrections and your eyes immediately drifted to the comments at the bottom.

You gaped in disbelief at the their harshness and felt yourself boil up in anger, your face becoming a little hot as you stomped out of the class and made it to the nearest bench to sit at. You stared at the differences between the other corrected papers and the bleeding red one. “What the fuck?” you repeated through a whisper and analyzed the handwritings.

They were definitely not from the same person.

Immense perplexion flooded your mind, it was obvious if your prefered TA hadn’t graded your paper, then only Hyunwoo could've. What you didn’t understand was why he had been so hard in grading your essay when really you hadn’t done much different from your previous ones. You also knew for a fact you were a decent essay writer, so there had to be some unnecessary markings.

There was no way you would let this slide and not because it was Hyunwoo, which really was just the cherry on top, but because you were barely passing the class and couldn’t afford another low grade.

You quickly retrieved his information from where you had written it down and sent an email, your fingers furiously typing and itching to include a few curses.

After you had stared at the paper for what felt like half an hour, you checked your email once again and read the reply. He blankly replied with the time and place the two of you could meet, making you scoff and head towards his location.

You reached the table for two at which he sat typing away at his laptop, brows furrowed in concentration. You tightened your jaw and didn’t realize how much your footsteps had slowed since you had spotted him. He looked up and found you only a few steps away, making you come back to your senses and set your assignment on the small table.

“Hi” he said, forcing a small smile that you imitated, sitting across from him and trying to hear him out instead of lashing out. “Hi, you graded my paper, and I just wanted to know if you could explain to me why I had so many mistakes?” you tried, being as polite as you could manage, this was to pass a class after all and your grade was in his hands.

Hyunwoo took your paper and gave it a brief glance, his eyes scanning the paper in what you assumed was disinterest. It sent a spike of irritation through your chest, but you suppressed it and swallowed hard. He set it down and let out a small exhale. “Well you tried using a lot of big words, it makes what you’re trying to say confusing” he started, meeting your gaze but you didn’t budge so he went on. “You’re trying too hard to sound smart, so you don’t really answer the prompt- it’s a bunch of jumbled thoughts” he concluded, taking one more glance at the paper before leaning back in his chair and shrugging.

You bit the inside of your cheek, your eyes narrowed at him as your stare shot daggers at him. His expression didn’t say much, it didn’t give away any sincerity or distaste, but more so indifference, but his body language said it all. He was being spiteful, and to his explanation you called bullshit.

“Okay… But the comments at the bottom were really harsh” you tried anyway, still leaving your grade in his hands and playing the docile role. He nodded and offered you a raise of the brows in acknowledgement, “Sorry, I didn’t think you’d take it that way, but they’re for future reference” he commented and you knitted your eyebrows in disdain.

He noticed how this ticked you off, letting out a sigh and a small nod, “Anything else I can help you with?” he asked, his demeanor changing to something more polite. You saw red in seconds. You had been holding back, hoping he’d sincerely explain your mistakes and maybe, who knows? Give you something else, anything else.

You were stunned as well, this was so not the guy you had met a few weeks ago, and you questioned whether that was the reason behind his attitude. “Is there anything I can do to fix this grade? I really need to bring it up and this paper makes that impossible” you nearly spat at him, but he didn’t even flinch. “It was one of the main grade inputs for the semester, the professor said it was final” he said simply and you felt your heart pick up its pace.

“I get that, but I think you graded this unfairly and I obviously have an issue with that” you added and he raised his eyebrows at you once more, “I don’t see how that’s the case” he defended and you scoffed. He was pushing it, and you didn’t think you’d hold it in much longer. “What’s your problem? I’m not asking for a redo, extra credit is fine, or I don’t know maybe bribing you or something at least if you’re not going to be responsible for unnecessary nitpicking” you said, raising your voice slightly.

Finally, he furrowed his eyebrows, clearly bothered by your reaction. When he said nothing, you stood up with a scoff and snatched the paper from the table. “If this is about what happened at the party, it’s totally immature and you shouldn’t be an asshole about it, get over yourself” you blurted, turning on your heel and stomping away.

The last thing you saw was how shocked he had looked at your outburst, but you couldn’t bring yourself to be level headed when you felt your face hot with rage.

It wasn’t fair, it was stupid, especially if it was about the party. You buried your face into the pillows of your bed and groaned, knowing that because of your little scene there was absolutely no way he’d curve the grade. It had been a week since your meeting and after that, you’d only avoid him and make sure your papers were handed to the other TA.

As if embarrassing yourself wasn’t enough of a punishment, your grade continued to waver between falling to a D and staying at a low C. If Hyunwoo was an ass about extra credit, the other TA was worse. You scrolled through your emails and refreshed your inbox, making a new email appear and you frowned as you recognized the sender's name at the top of the list.

Hyunwoo had emailed you to meet again, and you just thought you might as well drop the class.

You sat at the small table where the two of you had met a week ago and as soon as you saw him from afar, you felt yourself cringe, remembering your last meeting. He made his way to you while adjusting his cap and bringing his hands to the pockets of his sweatpants, he looked rushed. “Hey” he said nonchalantly, as if the two of you were just the bestest of friends.

You smiled faintly and prayed to god to help you not further dig your grave. “I don’t have a lot of time but the other TA and I talked and decided to give everyone who got a bad score extra credit” he said, reaching you and offering you a kinder smile than the one he gave you the first time.

Your heart jumped inside your chest and you couldn't contain your smile, “Are you serious?” you asked incredulously and he nodded with a shrug. “I’ll be working with those interested so just let me know” he then added with another nod,.“Thank you… Um… A-About last time…” you started and suddenly he was waving a hand before him in dismissal. “Don’t worry about it” he stated simply.

You held his gaze in question but all he did was exhale and nod, “I gotta go, I’ll see you around” he said and you nodded, wanting to jump out of your seat in relief and hug him. He offered you a small wave and took off, leaving you to scream internally from happiness.

You made sure to email him your extra credit assignments but that was as far as you ever went, still too embarrassed about confronting him regarding the night you shared two months ago. You made it into class and sat at your usual seat, no longer in the dark back rows, but instead somewhere in between. You fixed your things and prepared yourself for the lecture, catching sight of several students still making their way into the rows. Suddenly, you heard shuffling beside you, making you turn and surprising you as Hyunwoo smiled at you, two coffees in his hands.

You mouthed a hi and smiled as he handed you one of the cups and fixed the seat next to you for him to sit in. Your heart fluttered at his actions, feeling your nerves kick in a little, he was going to sit next to you- crap he really was going to sit next to you. As soon as he was settled, you glanced at him in question and held the cup of coffee in your hand in his direction. He chuckled and leaned into his seat, “It’s for you” he said softly. Just then the professor made his way to the front and greeted everyone, making Hyunwoo divert his attention away from you.

You set it on the small desk and took a hold of your pen, trying your best to pay attention to the lecture.

You couldn’t bring yourself to glance at him, halfway through you had forgotten he was even there, until you would sip from the cup would you be reminded. When it was over, as the two of you began putting your things away, several students came his way, handing over papers. “Bye, thank you” you managed curtly, as he gave you a small nod and brought his attention back to the other students.

When you checked your emails that evening, you found one from the almighty Hyunwoo, beckoning you to meet with him once again. He didn’t have to ask you twice, and it wasn’t because you were more than willing to see him again, but his email specified that he needed to talk to you about a couple of ungraded assignments that could still boost your grade, which enough of a motivator for you to agree. You gathered your things and made your way across campus to a location that wasn’t your usual meeting place but instead was outside a nearby campus cafe.

When you got there, you spotted him once again typing away at his laptop and turning his gaze between the screen and a few papers at its side. You took in a small breath and made your way to him, waving a little as you stood before him and he gave you a small smirk in acknowledgement. You sat across from him and he took a sip of his coffee, watching as you got settled and met his gaze. “You needed me?” you asked and he cleared his throat with a nod, “Do you still have the paper I first graded?” he asked and you squinted in thought with a hum, turning to look through your backpack and finding it. You were about to hand it to him but he spoke, “No it’s gonna be for you to look at” he said and you stared at him quizzically.

He took the papers next to his laptop and a pen, holding them up to read, his eyebrows raising a little and then knitting, “So, you keep making this one mistake in everything you turn in, and you did it in that paper too” he said, pointing with his pen at the bleeding red essay in your hand. Several minutes went by where he explained his corrections on your new assignments and discussed with you how to fix your mistakes. At some point you even forgot how angry you had been at him and how aggressively you had called him out the first time you met.

It was weird to you that this situation was even happening. After a rough start, if anyone looked in the direction of the two of you now, they’d think you were friends.

“See what I mean?” he asked and you nodded slowly, finally realizing he hadn’t graded in fact too harshly but earnestly and rather bluntly, but never with bad intentions. You let out a sigh and let your shoulders drop. “That makes… terrible sense” you said and he nodded, fiddling with the pen in his hand. You stared at each other for a few seconds before you had to look away in fear that your face was beginning to burn red. You bowed your head and scoffed, “I’m such an idiot…” you said through an exhale, making Hyunwoo hum at you in question. You lifted your head and smiled awkwardly, “Honestly, I’m so sorry for overreacting when you graded my paper” you confessed softly and Hyunwoo beamed a smile he hadn’t before, seeming a little embarrassed himself.

“Ah, yeah, I should have clarified myself too” he admitted and you chuckled a little, feeling your shoulders tense like they had when you first arrived. You still felt pretty damn embarrassed about what you had said, so in order to not completely drop down to your knees and apologize, you asked if there was more he wanted to talk about but when he said you were good to go, you thanked him and took off.

You hadn’t spoken to him since, continuing to turn in whatever work he asked for to him, and only replying to him through emails. You only saw him in class and occasionally made eye contact, both of you exchanging small nods or smiles, but that was as far as it went, and you were too scared to care for more at this point.

You made your way through the party with one of your friends holding onto one of your hands as you followed after her. It had already been half the semester and you were more than happy to be at one of these again, forgetting about classes for the weekend. The two of you bumped into a group of classmates and had stopped to chat up with them, drinking from your red cups as you exchanged laughter and ongoing drama, which you weren’t interested in but put up with it nonetheless.

Just then, as you listened to someone's story, your friend took your hand and shook it, leaning into your ear and whispering, “Don’t look, but your TA is here” she said and you knitted your eyebrows as you pulled away to look at her. “Which one?” you mouthed and she nodded in the direction of where your TA was. You took a sip from your red cup and glanced over your shoulder, catching sight of a group of guys who had barely walked into the house party. You squinted a little and suddenly your heart dropped, making you turn back to your friend in shock.

She giggled to herself and gave you wink, going back to listen in on the gossip.

He looked amazing, and you were terrified.

You glanced over your shoulder once again and found Hyunwoo once again, his hair away from his forehead, a white t shirt clinging loosely over his figure as a pair of light wash ripped jeans hugged his thighs. You looked away once again and squeezed your eyes shut momentarily, trying very, very hard not to imagine him under everything he wore. You excused yourself and headed for the kitchen, deciding to pour yourself some more alcohol and nearly downing all of it on the spot.

You had told your friend everything that had happened, from your outburst to the extra credit assignments,and she had simply laughed and encouraged you to start something with Hyunwoo, but you refused time and time again. You made your way back from the kitchen and noticed your friend was gone, making you sigh as you decided to look for her. When you turned a corner and made it into the living room area, you found her awfully close to Hyunwoo and his group of friends. Why hadn’t you imagined he’d be here? He was a college student! Of course he’d be here!

You felt your stomach tighten as you made your way to your friend ever so slowly. You finally reached her and caught Hyunwoo glancing at you, which you decided to ignore and tap your friend’s shoulder. She turned to you with too much delight in her face, biting her bottom lip and giving you a wink as she then turned back to whoever she was talking to. You wanted to glare at her, but she was no longer minding you and instead, Hyunwoo was very obviously turning his attention to you.

You could practically feel his stare on you from a few feet away. So you played along.

You glanced at him and raised your eyebrows in acknowledgement with a smile, then looked away, pretending to be deeply immersed in the conversation your friend was clearly excluding you from. It didn’t take long before Hyunwoo and his friends were moving away and you only caught glimpses of him throughout the night, his glances never going unnoticed by you despite how much distance you tried putting between the two of you.

It didn’t take long before you were buzzed and a little dizzy, and you could no longer hold up your resolve to stay away from Hyunwoo. Not when he looked the way he did, and was now laughing and meeting your gaze. You knew he wanted something from you, and you wanted something from him, and that was why you had stayed away all night, but now you were making your way to him and he was meeting you halfways.

You stood before him and smiled, feeling your stomach tingle as he finally stood closer than he had been in the last couple of months. “Hey” you said and he chuckled, “Hi”, making you grin and take a deep breath. “You’ve been avoiding me” he commented and you felt a tinge of embarrassment make its way onto your face in the form of a blush. “Yeah… you haven’t” you remarked and he nodded, staring at the cup in his hand, which he placed on the closest shelve before bringing his hands to the pockets of his jeans. Jesus he was hot. He dropped his gaze to the space on the floor that was left between the two of you, inching his way towards you and stopping a breath away to look at you.

You froze in your spot, wanting nothing more than to kiss him because you could tell that was what he wanted you to do. Without realizing, you leaned towards him and let your lips graze his own momentarily before his hand was taking the nape of your neck and his lips crashed into yours. You nearly shivered at finally being able to kiss him after so long, but your excitement was short lived because you were soon remembering your friends conversation about having him be your TA. You pulled away and he chased your lips for a second before he was meeting your gaze in concern.

“You’re my TA” you said, a little breathless despite your kissing not getting far enough. Hyunwoo cleared his throat and dropped his hand from your neck, straightening up and averting his gaze from you. “I know I just… you-” he tried but stammered and let out a scoff. His eyebrows knitted in what looked like frustration to you, making you tug at his shirt to get his attention once again. He met your gaze and his expression softened as soon as you smiled. You didn’t want anything between the two of you to determine your final grades in that class, whether he took whatever the two of you had going on into consideration or not, it just didn’t seem right to you.

“I lied to you” he suddenly stated, and you looked at him in bewilderment. “Can we talk somewhere else?” he asked, having people continue to push past him and the music blasting too loudly for a proper conversation.

You nodded and he took your hand, leading you out of the house and onto the sidewalk of the neighborhood. He took you to his car and unlocked it so the two of you could sit inside. Once inside you turned to him and watched him fidget with his car keys, “What did you lie about?” you asked in curiosity and he smiled a little, “I did remember you when you introduced yourself at the beginning of the semester” he confessed and you wracked your brain for the memory but when you found it, you knitted your eyebrows in confusion. He looked at you and nodded, “I know, it was a jerk move, I’m sorry I didn’t really know how to react” he said and you stared at him in disbelief. “Honestly you made me feel stupid” you admitted and he let out a sigh as he brought a hand to the back of his neck in what you assumed was guilt.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know we’d be in the same class… I didn’t even think we’d see each other again” he then said, and you nearly laughed at his bluntness. “Yeah… I had no idea I’d see you again” you said and he glanced at you with a small smile, making you meet his eyes. You wanted to stop talking and make your daydreams come true after all this time, but as much as that was your desire, a smaller part of you tried to make you reason. Hyunwoo looked away from you and leaned his head against the seat, letting out a frustrated sigh, “I really want to kiss you” he said with a half-hearted chuckle, toying with his keys once again.

You smiled a little and took in a deep breath, “Do it” you said, throwing any reason out the window despite your resolution from a second ago, how bad could the damage for a make out be? You thought, and Hyunwoo turned to you in surprise. You leaned closer to him and even though he was hesitant before, he seemed to have also gotten rid of anything holding him back. He kissed you deeply and this time, the two of you were able to take it further, having you sit on his lap while his seat reclined. You brought your lips to his jaw and down his neck, but he continued to bring your lips back to his, making you pull back curiously as you met his gaze.

Hyunwoo sat up and brought you into his chest, his arm wrapped around you as his other hand rested at your hip. A sudden shot of electricity shot through you as you thought that maybe it was finally going to happen, but was taken aback by Hyunwoo’s sudden change in behavior. He slumped his shoulders and let out a long sigh as he met your gaze, laying back against the reclined seat and letting his hands fall against his sides. You stared at him in question and some embarrassment began making its way into your system, was this all about to end right now, while you still sat on him with every intention of devouring him whole?

“You okay there?” you asked playfully, poking at his side gently and making him smile faintly at you. He seemed to have been thinking something for a while before he was finally sitting upright and bringing his hands to your hips so he could peck your lips. “I could get in trouble for this” he then said softly, making the moment feel intimate in a nonsexual manner as the two of you stared at each other and he held you close. You brought your hands to meet at the nape of his neck, relaxing on his lap and taking in a deep breath, “Are you going to use my grades against me?” you asked in a teasing manner, but Hyunwoo gave you a stern shake of his head as his eyebrows furrowed in disgust, “No, I wouldn’t do that- that’s not even what I was thinking” he said and you grinned, running your hands through his hair.

“I’m joking” you said and his expression softened as he watched you, wrapping his arms around your waist. After a few seconds of quiet, he chuckled and looked away, a small smirk on his lips, “I didn’t know how to talk to you and get to know you without making it look like favoritism” he started and you knitted your eyebrows at him as he continued. “I gave extra credit to people and figured that was a start to get to talk to you, because I couldn’t ask you on a date” he confessed. You felt your heart swell in your chest as you offered him a surprised look, pulling away a little to see him correctly. “Why couldn’t you?” you asked and he shrugged, “That professor is pretty strict with TA’s, he doesn’t let us date classmates” he said and you nodded in understanding.

“Can I take you home?” he then asked and you grinned as you nodded, leaning forward and placing a long kiss on his lips before you were moving back to the other seat so he could start the car. You let out a light chuckle and shook your head, “I had no idea you liked me” you said, as he drove you to your house and the two of you passed several green lights. turning back to him. He smiled a little and nodded, “Would you want to date me?” he then asked softly, and you glanced at him as he kept his gaze on the street before him. Once again you were surprised by how straightforward he was, making you grin a little to yourself, “How would that work out?” you asked and Hyunwoo smiled, his eyes crinkling a little.

Once the two of you arrived, he walked you to your doorstep and stood before you as you turned to face him. He stared at you for a few seconds before he was running a hand through his hair and putting both hands in his pockets. His hair fell swiftly over his forehead once more and you wanted to run your hands through it. You stared at him and made your way up to him and stopped only a few inches away. “Wait for me” he said, his voice low and deep, making a tinge of excitement go through your chest. “Wait for you?” you questioned, inching closer to him until your chests were practically grazing. “Till the end of the semester, then we can date” he finally said, and you leaned towards him, capturing his lips with yours in a slow kiss.

He brought his hands to cup your jaw and you smiled through the kiss, suddenly remembering your first night together at that party a few months ago. You finally pulled away and whined, “I don’t know if I can wait three more months” you said jokingly and he gave you a chaste kiss before taking your hand, “I waited half a semester too, so it’s only fair” he remarked.

You scoffed and laced your fingers with his as you walked backwards until your back was against the door, “Does this mean I get more extra credit?” you teased, making him look at you sternly. “No, just coffee” he commented, making you chuckle as you unlocked the door and pulled him inside, “Maybe I can change your mind” you joked and he followed after you.

“Maybe you can” he said, taking you into his arms as the two of you made your way further inside your home with quick kisses, hasty hands, and eager expectations for what was left of the semester.

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