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charity date auction | f2l!jk | fluff, smut if you SQUINT

A/N day ___ of quarantine and i’m going insane

genre: fluff, crack, slight smut if you SQUINT

summary: Beta Tau Sigma was hosting their annual charity date auction for their philanthropy. In previous years, you just attended for fun and to see how many university girls were actually willing to spend their money just to go out on one date with one of the fraternity members. This year’s something different, especially when Jungkook’s on the lineup to get auctioned off.

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Your POV

Ah the spring semester. The time when most events and end-of-the-year festivities happen. It was your favorite time. And this was no exception.

“Hey y/n, don’t just stand there laughing, this is a serious meeting we’re having right now.” Hoseok complained pointing his finger at you accusingly as you tried to hide your chuckles in. You leaned against Jungkook’s side, crossing your arms as you responded, “First of all, oppa, I’m sitting. And I’m sorry! This is my favorite event of yours, watching the girls - and guys! - fight over you idiots and actually pay money just to spend time with you all! It’s a great time, ah if only my Sisters and I could do something as dumb as this.”

“Call us dumb all you want kiddo, it gets us over $2000 in philanthropy,” Namjoon shrugged giving you a lighthearted mocking face. You shut your mouth, a little pout remaining on your lips as you turned your attention back to the show that you and Jungkook were watching. He grinned and poked your head with one hand, his opposite arm easily going around and framing your shoulders. “what?”

“Nothing, you’re just funny. Hopefully you won’t make fun of me when I’m getting auctioned.”

“Wait, what?”

“I’m part of the lineup this year,” He said simply, scanning your face for a reaction. “That’s…okay right?”

You tried to hide your shock with a little smile, “N-no yeah that’s fine, I mean we’re not dating, Kook. You can do whatever you want,” Even as the words left your mouth, you felt your chest tightening in discomfort, finding it harder to smile genuinely at him. Jungkook mumbled a quiet ‘yeah’ and watched the show again, but the air surrounding you both suddenly turned awkward.

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Southpaw

pairing: jungkook x female reader (ft. a little sprinkle of namjoon)

genre: childhood friends to lovers, boxer jungkook, college/frat au

includes: swearing, angst, mentions of blood and violence, pining, smut (public/private, unprotected sex, hair pulling, jungkook is big guys, duh), alcohol, smoking weed, jungkook seems like an asshole but he’s really not, OC having a crisis every two seconds, some fluff here and there as well, also this takes place over many months just saying if time gets confusing

premise: Knowing Jeon Jungkook for the better part of your life, you thought you knew everything about him. Well, that was before you two disappeared from each other’s lives at least. When Jungkook suddenly finds himself buying you a coffee to rekindle your friendship, it leads to much more than you bargained for.

word count: 30k (she’s a monster sorry guys) 

quick note: this is my first story back in a year(?) give or take some weeks!! kind of nervous to post & not sure if my writing has declined in anyway but nonetheless here is the beast that has been sitting on my computer since April 2019!! quick disclaimer I don’t know much about boxing so if I get stuff wrong - I apologize!! please enjoy & let me know what you think ❤️happy 7 years BTS!

recommended songs for reading: pray (JRY, RuthAnne), mushroom chocolate (6lack, quin), hallucinate (dua lipa), wus good/curious (partynextdoor)

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The evening was slow—after all, it was only a Wednesday. You had just finished serving a table of two—a young man and young woman—presumably on a midweek date. You didn’t recognize either of them which wasn’t surprising considering the campus grossed about 20,000 people. You began to wipe down tables out of boredom, glancing at the clock every two minutes hoping it would jump to when your shift was over in forty-five minutes. Thankfully, you didn’t have much work to do when you got home, but you are wishing to get in bed before 10:30 to get a full eight hours of sleep for your lectures tomorrow—something you had not had in about two months. Most days, like today, you were running on five hours of sleep and five cups of coffee. It wasn’t healthy, you knew that much, but it’s how you had to live your life. Your schedule was too demanding to hit the snooze button multiple times. You had shit to do—and getting your degree was the top priority.

“Y/N,” your coworker, Mark, called your name from behind of the counter.

“Yeah?” You respond.

“Will you come help me clean this out?” He asks you and you nod diligently.

“Of course,” you say, dropping your current task of wiping already clean tables. Mark was the one student that worked here you could stand to be around. He was very much like you in the sense that school came before anything—he too was on a full academic scholarship. He worked here before you, but he made you feel the most comfortable out of everyone. You would consider him a close friend at this point.

The espresso machine was a pain in the ass to clean and did call for two people most of the time. Besides, you would rather smell the remnants of coffee beans than the harsh chemicals of bleach gliding across a table.

“You have much work to do after your shift?” He asks you.

“No, thank god,” you shake your head, “I got most of my shit done between my classes today. You?”

“I have to write a ten page paper by midnight,” he sighs, “And guess how many pages I have started.”

You give him a short glance, “I’m gonna take a wild guess and say zero.”

“Damn right,” he smiles. A short silence between you two ensues before he speaks again, “Oh! Did I tell you I’m graduating early?”

“What? Really?” You look at him and an excited grin plays on his face. “When?”

“Yeah, I spoke to my advisor this afternoon and turns out, the classes I’m taking this semester is all I need for my degree,” he speaks with a relieved tone.

“Wow, that’s awesome,” you say genuinely, “I wish that was me,” you give out a small chuckle.

“I’m just glad I don’t have to keep stressing over this hell-hole,” he laughs, “The sooner I get out of here, the better.”

“I feel you on that,” you say, “I’m proud of you nonetheless, you’ve worked your ass off dealing with this scholarship.”

He gives you a small smile in return but it’s broken by the bell ringing from the door, signaling a new customer has decided to come in. Your eyes break from Mark’s and glance over to the door, your head doing a double take.

Your mouth goes dry when you see them—more specifically—him. 

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(Not) Just Friends

summary : Befriending the fuckboy with devilishly handsome face and emotional capacity of a pea is not exactly your choice, especially when you met him when you were in fifth grade, attracted for the unhealthy vermillion shaded face of the nerd he was that fateful day. So is Jungkook, as he is already putting strictly platonic label on your forehead and calls it a day. But it is only a matter of time before everything changes, and it only takes a frat party, lots of booze and… a certain Kim Seokjin.

{friends to lovers! au, fuckboy! au, fratboy! au}

pairing : jeon jungkook x reader (side kim seokjin)

genre : major fluff, a sprinkle of angst and borderline crack

word count : 24.612 (one-shot)

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“Hi, pumpkin! Is that for me?”

You were just sipping on your morning espresso, sitting in your favorite coffee shop while reading your favorite book of all time when the familiar annoying voice of your childhood best friend rang in your ear. You look up, finding the hateful smirk on his lips that you desperately want to strangle off of him, more for interrupting your sacred solitude morning routine—well not really solitude since you did promise him breakfast before class today. But as per usual, he just had to steal the glass you had in your grasps, sipping on the tasteful liquid while scrunching his eyebrows on your choice of reads.

“Isn’t it too early for The Great Gatsby in such a wonderful morning?”

“Isn’t it getting too old for you to keep drinking my coffee?” You bite back in the same bratty manner he displays. Jungkook chuckles, resting the cup back with a slight grimace. Probably because the coffee is tad too bitter for a sweet-crazed tooth like him. “You don’t even like espresso. I don’t even know why you always want a taste of my coffee.”

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(Not) Just Friends : Drabble #1

summary : morning with your new, silly boyfriend slash best friend with apparent morning wood.

{friends to lovers! au, fuckboy! au, fratboy! au}

pairing : jeon jungkook x reader (side kim seokjin)

word count : 1.349

check the (Not) Just Friends one shot here and my masterlist here!

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“Good morning, pumpkin. Are you awake?”

You slowly open your eyes, blinking to adjust to the brightness of sunray from your apartment window. Yet, the only thing you can see now is Jungkook’s beautiful doe eyes, the creases on its corner that are palpable whenever he is smiling, peering closely to your own. A soft smile is painted on his lips, as his slim fingers reach out to a few strands of hair that hinder the beautiful view of a girl he can finally call his girlfriend—you. You answer with a low hum, clearing out your throat and sending him a warm smile as well.

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The Boyfriend Shirt™

pairing: reader x jeon jungkook

genre/components: fluff // jungkook, your adorable fuck buddy, was ready to give his favorite white shirt up if you looked that good in it all the time

count: 3220 words

a/n: inspired by jungkook’s sinful shirt from baepsae dance practice and just fratboy jungkook // © image warning: implied sex

Jungkook never liked people touching his things. There was a system as to how he arranged and wore his things, a very organized system, which could be shattered by a single tilt to the equilibrium if anyone were to touch any of it.

In other words, he just really fucking hated people touching his things.

When he was five, he’d keep the ninja turtle figurines from the playroom all to himself, hiding them from the other kids, who incessantly cried, and earning an earful from the teacher (in his defense, she only hated him because Jungkook never got the math questions right). The pet peeve carried on to adulthood, to his four years in college. It was even more difficult to avoid getting irked by such a small detail when he was living with a handful of guys who had no sense of personal space, especially Taehyung who loved to “borrow” his underwear. Then again life had its way of changing the winds of his courses.

For one, living in a frat house was something he never pictured himself doing. Let alone, joining a frat at all. The frat he was in (thankfully) was smaller and directed more towards finding career pathways for those interested in professionally pursuing music and performance. Though, it was easy to doubt that mission statement when you saw the shenanigans that happened in the house (there was that one incident with Namjoon, a cat, and a jukebox on the roof). And not to mention the ridiculous house parties.

Aside from being part of a tight-knit brotherhood, he never thought he’d be one to do casual, though undeniably satisfying, hookups either. He always pictured himself settling down with one person, keeping it low key and mellow, and staying with them until he popped the big question. But college was a different battlefield altogether. Nobody had a set plan, and neither did he. Turns out, he was more than happy to sate his hormones with quick drunk fucks. Well, in his case, it turned out to be multiple nights with the same ‘one night stand’.

To sum it up, Jungkook had become your go-to fuck buddy.

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Love Language — JJK

“Relationships grow better when we understand each other. Each love language is important and expresses love in its own way. Learning the way we feel loved and appreciated helps create a stronger bond in a relationship.” ~ The Five Love Languages   

Perhaps the reason two best friends retained unrequited crushes for each other all these years is simply because neither of you could understand the different ways you express your undying affections for one another.

Prompts:

10) “I love making you laugh, love knowing I’m the one who made you laugh.”

14) “Stop making me want to hug you!”

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💞 🄿🄰🄸🅁🄸🄽🄶: Jeon Jungkook x female!reader  📚 🄶🄴🄽🅁🄴: Fluff, angst, f2l (idiots to lovers) 🌟 🅁🄰🅃🄸🄽🄶: T  💬 ⓌⒸ: 16.1k  ⚠️ 🅆🄰🅁🄽🄸🄽🄶🅂: Drinking, Swearing, Two idiots in love running around plus idiot friends = trouble, Typical frat boi(s), Apologies for Jimin’s personality, Innuendos, Lots of words, Unhealthy amount of mentioning JK’s personal parts, Mean people, Mentions of trauma (childhood), Mentions of death, Unhealthy parental relationships (abuse), Abandonment issues, Literal idiots to lovers but becomes idiots to self-awareness, Terrible wedding speeches by yours truly, Jungkook lowkey sounds horny in love but shh he’s soft.

💫 (っ  ◔◡◔)っɛƖ۷'ʂ ŋơɬɛʂ 💕:

This is a late birthday fic and my first collab, which was hosted by the lovely @goldenclosetnetwork​​ and their birthday collaboration for our beloved golden maknae, Jeon Jungkook => check out the masterlist « here »!

Once again I apologize for everyone’s personality jdkfjdk it’s an idiot’s to lovers with lots of issues but I promise they get smarter. Yes, I added a third prompt but you won’t know hehe so shhh don’t tell Yeji

Finally, a thank you to @ot7always​ for letting me use just a sliver of your beautiful personality. You might not remember bc this idea has been sitting in my drafts forever, but you volunteered to be the best roommate 😉 ever.

This is also my longest fic to date :D so I hope you enjoy my wordy vibez.

✍️ 𝕋𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥:

@wwilloww​

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Ugh I hate Juniper :/ but omg do you have a way with words!!! I love it sm <333

jealousy & flirtation • 4

FOUR: MR. BITTER

18+

After bringing your situationship with Bucky to an end, you soon meet his petty side - but surely you aren't jealous, are you?

Content Warning: Frat!Bucky x F!Reader, mature themes, jealous!reader, angst.

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Digging the spoon back into the tub, Bucky stuffs another bite of chocolate ice cream into his mouth. He's sprawled out on the couch, thick blanket covering his body while an old rom-com plays on the TV.

Meanwhile, Steve and Wanda watch from the doorway. Steve looks on with concern, while Wanda's gaze is more one of morbid curiosity. "He's been like this all week," Steve mumbles, shaking his head.

"That girl really did a number on him," Wanda says with a raised brow. "Why'd she end it, anyway?"

"No fucking idea," Steve replies. "Bucky won't tell me anything. Just that she didn't wanna see him anymore."

"You know I can hear you guys, right?" Bucky suddenly calls out from the couch, turning his head to them. "And the reason I didn't tell you anything is 'cause she didn't tell me anything."

"Huh?" Steve asks as he and Wanda walk into the room. "What do you mean?"

Bucky sinks lower into the couch with a shrug. "I don't wanna talk about it," He says lowly, keeping his eyes on his ice cream.

Wanda rests a knee on the end of the couch. "She didn't give you a reason?" She asks, tilting her head. "That's weird."

"I know," Bucky says bitterly, digging his spoon back into the tub before looking up at both of them. "I'd like to make it clear to you both that I am great in bed, before you make assumptions."

"We weren't assuming anything like that, Buck," Steve says with a soft chuckle, before that look of concern returns to his face. "I wanna talk to her-"

"Absolutely not!" Bucky exclaims. "She's gonna think I sent you to beg her to give me another chance- I'll be damned before I let her think I'm just moping around, hoping she comes back."

Sharing an awkward look, Wanda and Steve wordlessly decide amongst themselves not to point out the fact that Bucky is clearly moping around, hoping you come back.

"Alright, I won't," Steve swears, though he has no intention to keep that promise.

Somehow, Bucky's even hotter now that you've ended things.

He's left his hair a little scruffy and he's wearing the vintage, dark brown YSL hoodie you tried to steal from him multiple times. Not only that, but he's also visibly pissed off every time you meet his eyes - no sweet smile like usual, instead a clenched jaw and seemingly unbothered, blank stare.

And it's such a turn on.

"Hello?" You're nudged harshly, pulling you from your stalker-level staring.

"Huh?" You mumble, turning your face to Thor. "Oh. Sorry."

"You need to get a grip," He tells you sternly. "It was your choice to end it, so now you have to deal with it."

"Why are you being so mean?" You ask him, grabbing the kettle bell from the ground.

"I'm mean? You broke an innocent man's heart!" He retorts. "All because he's friends with a girl."

With a scoff, you glare at him. "You don't understand, T. It wasn't that he was friends with a girl, it's about..." You find it hard to explain it out loud, especially to someone who you know wouldn't see your point.

"You didn't even have an honest conversation with him about it," Thor goes on to say with his hands on his hips. "I'm very disappointed in you."

Doing your best to ignore the pang in your chest, you begin lifting the weight, using your pain as motivation. "It's complicated. I can't just tell the guy that I don't like his best friend - that would piss him off," You say, stealing another quick glance at Bucky who's running on a treadmill on the other side of the gym.

"Yeah, he'd be understandably pissed off because that isn't a valid reason to end it," Thor says curtly.

"She was putting me down in front of him," You tell him, exasperated. "Juniper didn't like that I was seeing him. He's never had a girlfriend, and there's a reason for that. Why would I put myself in a position where I could get hurt, just for a man?"

A gorgeous, funny, sweet man. Stop it.

You and Thor continue in the free weights section while you sneak glances up at Bucky. Eventually, you see him shake Steve's hand before he leaves the gym, and you feel a slight magnetic pull as you do your best not to follow him out.

Just as you put your kettle bell away, you feel a tap on your shoulder. Assuming it's Thor, you turn around with a raised brow, but you're taken aback when you see that it's not Thor.

"Steve?" You utter, confused. "What's up?"

He pulls out an airpod from his right ear before nodding backwards. "Spot me?"

Surprised that he's asking you, you slowly nod. "Sure," You reply, giving Thor a shrug as you follow Steve over to a bench.

He grabs a barbell and lays down on the bench while you stand behind him. For his first few reps, neither of you say a word, and you assume he honestly only wanted you to spot him - but once he hits 5 reps, he speaks up.

"Bucky told me what happened between you," He says bluntly, making your guts churn. "That was pretty cold of you, Y/N."

Wanting to be anywhere but here, you squirm where you stand. "Oh," Is all you say.

"I thought you guys were going well," Steve continues. "Things seemed good between you - what changed?"

Shaking your head, you feel yourself begin to panic. "I- I don't know what to tell you, Steve," You tell him honestly.

With a huff, he slams the barbell onto the ground and stands up, facing you with a glare. "How about the truth?" He says harshly.

"Everything okay here?" Thor interjects as he appears next to you, placing his hand firmly on your shoulder as he frowns at Steve. "Can I help you, Rogers?"

There's a tension between them you've never noticed before. Looking up at the glaring blond, you gently nudge his stomach. "It's okay, T," You say.

Unsatisfied, Thor continues concentrating his cold gaze on Steve. "If you have a problem, you can take it up with me," He says sternly.

"It's nothing to do with you, Odinson," Steve hits back at him, an equally weighted look of bitterness in his eyes.

"And Bucky's love life is anything to do with you?" Thor asks with a scoff. Though he made it clear to you that he disagreed with the way you ended things with Bucky, Thor will be damned if anyone else tries to take a shot at you.

"He's my best friend," Steve reminds him.

"And Y/N is mine," Thor replies. "You don't see me interrogating Barnes, do you?"

"Because he's not in the wrong here," Steve hisses, making you wince as he takes a step closer.

Thor subtly pulls you behind him while moving even closer to Steve. "Get off your high horse, Rogers. Who was in the wrong in freshman year?"

That throws you for a loop. "What?" You utter with a frown.

Steve lets out a laugh. "Wow. You're really gonna bring that shit back up? It was fucking years ago!"

"The principal is the same," Thor snaps. "None of us are saints. How is what you did to me any different to what Y/N did to Bucky?"

What Steve did to Thor?

With an eye roll, Steve pulls out his airpod from his pocket and sticks it back into his ear. "Get over it," He grumbles while storming off.

"I will when you will!" Thor calls out after him.

Once Steve's out of sight, you stare up at Thor, lips parted in shock. "Since fucking when were you and Steve Rogers a thing?" You ask him, utterly baffled.

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. "It was nothing. Happened before you and I became friends, wasn't a big enough deal to mention," He says casually.

"And what, he broke your heart?" You ask as the two of you make your way to the exit.

"He wishes," Thor says bitterly. "It wasn't serious. Same as you and Barnes, to be honest. We hooked up a few times, then he ghosted me."

Processing that information as you leave the gym, you shake your head. Never in a million years would you have thought Thor had history with Steve, but now that you know, it does make complete sense. You even go so far as to think they would make an awfully attractive couple.

"Stop," He growls as you cross the road back onto campus. "I know what you're thinking."

"Thor, he is super hot," You say with a laugh. "I mean, if I were you, I'd forgive the whole ghosting thing."

Maybe you only feel that way because you'd like to think Bucky would be able to forgive you.

"Shut your trap," Thor says sternly. "It's obviously clear that our friendship groups should never collide. Only ends with someone getting hurt."

As you both make your way back to the apartment, you begin to understand why Thor was so disappointed in the way you treated Bucky - it's because that's the way he was treated by Steve. Dropped like he meant nothing, made to feel worthless. As if you could feel any more guilty.

"Stop thinking about it, sweetheart," Thor says with a much softer tone, recognizing the remorse on your face. "You did what was best for you. It's not like you completely ghosted him - you at least had a conversation with him. That's more than a lot of people can say. More than Steve could say, at least."

You try to agree with him, but you can't. The memory of the pure look of heartbreak on Bucky's face when you told him you didn't wanna see him anymore is etched onto your mind. Did you do the right thing, or is Thor just trying to make you feel better? You suddenly have the awful thought that you threw away your chance to have a beautiful relationship with Bucky. Would you have made a good couple? Could you have fallen in love with him, eventually? What if he was your soulmate?

Class has been awkward recently. For a brief period of time, it served as an arena for you and Bucky to eye-fuck each other while competing with one another for who could send the dirtiest text to make the other crack. And now, it's back to how it was before the night of the fateful party where you first slept with him - only worse, because now you're left with the memories of the tryst that was over all too soon.

Instead of shooting you coy winks and drawing dicks on your notebook whenever he walks by, Bucky's avoiding your gaze and acting as though you don't exist. It hurts, but you know you deserve it.

"This project is worth 15% of your overall grade, so please don't treat it like a free-for-all," Professor Linum says to the class. "You'll be in groups of four, and I expect the workload to be divided equally amongst you. This is about artistic and creative collaboration. Now, I gave you all a color as you walked in today. Each table has a sheet with one of those colors written on it - find the table with your assigned color and sit on it. These will be your groups."

A buzz breaks out as your classmates start making their way to their groups. You stand up and look for your color, walking to the other side of the room before you find the word Green and place your things on the table. As you do, you hear a deep voice grumble, "You've gotta be fucking kidding me."

Looking up, you see Bucky sitting on the opposite side of the table. Of course. Inwardly wincing, you sit down, wanting the ground to swallow you whole. Maria Hill is sitting next to Bucky and a few moments of awkward silence later, Grant Ward sits next to you.

"Everyone happy with their groups?" Professor Linum asks.

Nobody speaks up, but Bucky's lip twitches. You're half-surprised he isn't bothering to ask if he can change his group.

"Fantastic. Your task is simple," Professor Linum continues. "Pick an emotion - something complex. I don't want any happys or sads. Give me nostalgia. Bittersweet. Resignation. You have two minutes to discuss with your groups and come to a decision. No two groups can have the same emotion - the quicker you can decide on one, the higher your chances of bagging it."

The room bursts into a cacophony of conversations as everyone gets their ideas out. Though you appreciate art and love studying it, you've never been much of an artist yourself besides the odd piece here and there, so you don't really mind what your group settle on, so long as it's interesting.

"Jealousy," Maria is first to throw her suggestion out onto the table. "I mean, we are the Green group. It's only right."

"Nah, that's boring," Grant says with a face as though he's just smelt something bad. "I want something sad. Sad paintings always have the most to say."

"I disagree. I think pieces exploring sex are the most interesting," Maria counters, before giving Bucky a sly wink.

His face is blank for half a second, then he quickly breaks out into a smirk as he moves closer to her. "I'm inclined to agree," He replies in a sultry tone, one which makes your throat burn.

Is he seriously trying to make you jealous right now?

"Blue Team are the first to confirm their emotion!" Professor Linum announces suddenly. "They'll be creating art that explores the theme of jealousy."

"Aw, that sucks," Grant says, but he doesn't sound at all regretful as he leans forward with his hands clasped together. "Saudade."

The three of you look at him, equally confused looks on your faces as you silently ask him to elaborate.

"It's a Portuguese word that doesn't really have an English translation," He says, the look on his face telling you he's incredibly excited to be the one telling you this, though he's doing his best to act nonchalant. "It's a deep longing for something or someone, linked with nostalgia and melancholy. Like, a sense of emptiness, a longing for that which you've lost."

"...Right," Maria says with an unimpressed look on her face. "That sounds depressing as fuck."

Grant glares at her. "It is."

God, he's petty.

"How about resentment?" Bucky says, and you don't miss the quick glance he shoots your way.

"Time's up!" Linum calls out with a clap of his hands. "Green Team - you're the only ones who haven't yet decided. What's it gonna be?"

Grant's the first to speak up, much to Maria's dismay. "Saudade," He announces proudly, his chin up high.

Not surprised at his student's pretentious answer, Linum nods. "Fine," He approves bluntly. "Now you've all got your emotion, here comes the hard part - I want you, in your groups, to create a piece of art together which explores your chosen emotion. The medium is up to you. At the end of this semester, you'll each present your work to the class."

He continues explaining the stipulations while you sink in your seat, feeling utter dread at the thought of having to work with Bucky. It's bad enough that he hates you from afar, but speaking to him every week? This is going to be a nightmare.

"Bucky," You call him back when the class ends and everyone's filing out of the room. He almost looks as though he's about to continue walking away, but with a clenched jaw, he turns back to you.

"What?" He asks curtly, none of the usual softness or flirtation in his tone that you became used to. It's a jarring change.

You watch as a few more people leave, waiting for it to quieten down before you speak. "Are you mad at me?" You ask, doing your best to be firm but not harsh with your tone. It's a dumb question - of course he's mad at you for prematurely ending what could've been a fun relationship - but maybe you just want a reason to speak to him.

Bucky looks as though he wants to argue with you for a split second, but the emotion on his face quickly dissipates as he changes his mind. "I'm not mad," He utters coolly, a blank stare on his face.

If it was anyone else, you'd believe them, but you know better. He's punishing you for cutting him off by being distant, and you can't blame him for it. But damn if it doesn't hurt. "We can still be... civil," You go on to say, holding back a wince.

His face remains void of emotion as he replies, "Okay."

This sucks. You'd rather he yell at you - in fact, a part of you wants him to yell at you, just so he's at least putting some effort into this conversation. You want him to be angry because that would mean he cares. That would mean he still thinks about you the way you think about him, and as much as you're a terrible and selfish person for it, you want to be taking up space in his mind. As toxic as that sounds.

"Bucky," You say, bordering on whining as you take a step closer to him. "Don't be like this." Yell. Call me names. Say you hate me. Are you purposely being annoying to piss him off?

"What do you want from me?" He asks you, allowing a slight confusion to twitch at his brows. "You said it yourself: we're done."

Your chest pangs and you immediately regret ending it. If you knew it would feel like this, you never would have done it. Screw Juniper, let her try and sabotage things, it's not worth losing Bucky.

"I'm sorry," You find yourself saying, not knowing what else to say. "I didn't want to hurt you. But there's no need to flirt with other girls in front of me."

That earns another eyebrow twitch. "Flirt with other girls," He repeats flatly.

"Yes," You say, not caring how immature or downright crazy you sound. "That whole... thing with Maria. What, are you trying to make me jealous, or something?"

His brow flies up. "You're jealous?" He asks, not allowing his tone to give away how he's feeling.

"Of course not," You immediately answer. "But it's pretty obvious, what you're trying to do."

"I'm not trying to do anything," He corrects you bluntly. "Maria's a pretty girl. I'm a warm-blooded man. I'm within my rights to flirt with her."

You stare up at him, silently willing him to give up the aloof act. You don't deserve him to be nice to you, or give you any of his energy at all, but you want it so badly. You want him to understand, without you having to say it, that you didn't want to end things with him and you still want him just as much as you always have. It feels surreal to know that it's your fault the man you've been pining after for so many years isn't with you anymore. He wanted you, and you rejected him. God, you suck.

"There you are Jamie, I've been waiting for you for ages!" Juniper herself suddenly calls out as she swoops into the room. "What are you still doing in class? We agreed to meet at- oh." Her face drops when she sees you, and she stops a few tables away. Folding her arms across her chest, she narrows her eyes. "What's going on?"

"Sorry, Junie, I got held up," Bucky mutters, not even sparing you a final look as he turns and walks over to her. She shoots you a cold glare over his shoulder as if to say stay away before she links her arm with his and the two of them exit the room.

"This sucks," Yelena complains as she looks around the bar. It's a typical Friday night at Swirl. The place is packed with students and the music isn't too loud, but Yelena isn't talking about the bar itself. She's talking about your low mood. Her eyes focus back on you as she takes a sip of her Cosmo while you rest your head on your fist, your Pornstar Martini untouched. "You really liked him, huh?" She asks with a pained look. "I don't think I've ever seen you this messed up over a guy. Not even Tony."

You let out a huff of air, no energy to try and deny it. The truth is, you're more upset than you thought possible, and you were more attached to Bucky than you initially claimed. Though your time with him was short, he was everything you look for in a partner, and you're sorely missing the gap he's left in your life - a gap you yourself carved out. Idiot.

Your response is something between a grunt and a whine, and Yelena gives up with a sigh.

"You don't wanna dance?" Yelena asks, though she already knows the answer. "Don't wanna maybe talk to someone else? There's plenty more fish in the sea, you know. Fish that don't have possessive best friends."

Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, Thor's glaring at the man who just paid for his drink. "What do you think you're doing?" He asks Steve, who pulls his phone away from the card reader with a casual look on his face.

"What? I can't buy an old friend a drink, now?" Steve asks, resting an arm on the bar as he looks Thor up and down.

"Old friend?" Thor repeats with a scoff. "Please."

Steve places a hand on his chest with a pout on his lips. "You wound me, baby," He says, moving closer to him. "I just wanna share a drink. Nothing more. Unless you want more."

Utterly baffled by Steve's audacity, Thor only narrows his eyes.

"If you want more, I can give you more," Steve continues with a playful smirk as he moves even closer, lowering his voice as much as he can to remain audible over the music. "I can give you a lot, big guy."

"Don't call me that - what the fuck is going on with you, Rogers?" Thor spits. "What's your angle?"

"No angle!" Steve claims, holding his hands up, his eyes wide. After a second, he relaxes again, resuming with the sultry look. "Talking to you the other day... it was nice. Made me think of old times."

With a dry laugh, Thor shakes his head. "You're a fucking dick, Rogers," He utters. "Thanks for the drink, but I'd rather have it alone."

"Where's the fun in that?" Steve asks, leaning against the bar while facing Thor, a mischievous look in his eyes. "If I recall correctly, you said I was the best you ever had."

Thor snorts. "Yeah, when I was 18," He points out bluntly. "Don't fool yourself into believing I still think about you, Rogers."

"Ouch," Steve mutters as the bartender slides across Thor's beer.

Glancing over at him, Thor raises a brow. "How, uh, how's Barnes doing?" He can't help but ask, knowing what a mess you are and wondering if Bucky's the same.

Steve shrugs, hand clasped around his own beer. "Not great. Your girl really fucked him over," He says. "No warning, no reason. Must've took a leaf out of my book."

Thor takes a long sip of beer, doing his best to keep quiet but unable to stop himself. "There was a reason," He finds himself saying. "Just one that Barnes wouldn't have accepted."

"What do you mean?" Steve asks with a frown. "What was it? I know it wouldn't have been anything Bucky did."

"It wasn't," Thor confirms before sighing. "You ever wonder how Juniper really feels about him?"

Taken aback by his mention of someone who Steve didn't think had anything to do with it, he furrows his brows together. "Uh... what?"

Thor takes another sip before elaborating. "It's clear she feels strongly about him. Everyone knows that," He states.

"Oh, yeah," Steve agrees with a nod. "They're best friends. So, what?"

"So, Juniper loves her best friend a little too much to allow him to ever have a normal relationship with another girl," Thor spills out, immediately regretting his words.

Steve is baffled, his eyes wide. "Did- did she tell Y/N to end it?" He asks, shocked.

"No, not explicitly," Thor clears up. "But it was made clear that she'd make it difficult for them to progress in any way. Y/N figured it wasn't worth the heartbreak, so she quit before things got too deep."

It takes Steve a few moments to process Thor's words. Though at first, he's confused, he slowly pieces it together and things begin to make a lot of sense. "Oh, shit," He whispers to himself. "Wren. She was right..."

"What?" It's Thor's turn to be confused.

Shaking his head, Steve meets his eyes. "Nothing, never mind. So, Y/N ended things with Bucky because of Juniper's... closeness to him?" He asks.

"Pretty much," Thor says with a shrug. He's said too much now so he may as well say it all. "She doesn't mind that his best friend is a girl, heck, I'm one of her best friends so that would be hypocritical. It's just that Juniper can be pretty obvious when she doesn't like someone, and I'm sure she's a big reason that Bucky's always single."

Steve drums his fingers on the counter, shaking his head. "Wow," He mumbles. "I didn't even... wow."

"You okay?" Thor asks before having another drink of his beer.

Nodding, Steve turns to him. "Yeah, I just... it sucks that it had to end like that. I mean, Bucky was really into her, and he was so much happier," He says wistfully. "As much as Juniper probably doesn't want him to, Bucky's always wanted a proper girlfriend. He's lonely, and he's always thought it's his fault he wasn't able to develop anything with anyone he dated. He takes it really personally when things end, you know? Deep down, he's a sensitive guy. And Y/N seems like a great girl. It's a shame..."

"If only we could get Juniper away from him long enough for them to reconcile and get together," Thor says with a sigh.

"If only..." Steve trails off before his eyes light up. "I mean, we could."

Frowning, Thor puts his beer down. "We could what?"

"Get them back together," Steve says brightly. "All we have to do is make sure Juniper doesn't get the chance to come between them."

"That's a pretty big task, Rogers," Thor says. "Who's to say Bucky will even forgive Y/N?"

"He's too into her to pass up the chance of getting back with her," Steve claims. "His ego is hurt right now, but if he knew how much she likes him and that the reason she ended things was 'cause of Juniper, he'd be more than willing to give things a second chance."

"What makes you think he'd believe Juniper was the reason? I mean, haven't they been best friends since they were born?" Thor asks incredulously.

Steve nods, a determined look growing on his face. "It won't be easy, but together, you and I can make him see her true colors," He says, giving Thor a smile. "What do you say? Prepared to do what it takes to make our best friends happy again?"

Reluctant to agree to spend time with Steve, Thor hesitates. But when he looks to the other side of the room and sees you hunched over your drink looking utterly distraught, he knows he can't sit back and let you remain hurt when he has the power to change that. Turning back to Steve, he shakes his outstretched hand. "Fine. Let's do it," He agrees. "But if you think this puts you in with a chance to get back into my pants, you're dead wrong, Rogers."

With a smirk, Steve tightens his grip on his hand. "Whatever you say, big guy."

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deal | ncgw pt.1

a/n: first part of nothing can go wrong is out! hopefully this satisfies you guys, i personally love these kind of fics, though i don’t support it in irl relationships,,, i just love the angst :)... enjoy my loves xx

pairing: fuckboy!frat!tom x tutor!reader

warnings: swearing, i’m ashamed of this part one :( hopefully you guys like it

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! teaser | pt.1 !

Wednesday came faster than you wanted. How could days pass by so quickly?

You had already planned an entire lesson plan for him for the month, seeing as you didn’t have much to do other than study. You squeezed as much as you could into one days of work. You didn’t plan on working with him for longer than 4 weeks.

You sat in the library, chin resting in the palm of your hand. It was 3:47 P.M., only 13 minutes before Tom’s lesson. You constantly looked around for the familiar brown curls but wasn’t successful. In the extra time, you pulled out your notebook, pencils and eraser, and textbook. You neatly sorted them onto the table. You checked your watch once again.

4:01 P.M.

You sighed. He was late. This wasn’t much of a surprise, more of a disappointment. You didn’t want to stay here any longer. You wanted to go back to your dorm and read in the comforts of your bed. 

The seat ahead of you was pulled out and you looked up.

“You’re late,” you stated bluntly.

Tom rolled his eyes, “Sorry for having a life.”

“I have a life, but unlike you, I have to be financially stable to live.”

“I’m not spoiled, y’know?” He glared at you.

“Of course not,” you smiled bitterly. “Anyways, let’s get started. I don’t want to be here as much as you.”

You flipped the textbook open and began your lesson. You realized that his attention span was shorter than a 10 seconds, well that is when it comes to education, or maybe it was just you. 

You handed him a list you had made him, “Your homework. I want to see all of it completed the next time we meet or I will assign more the next time,” you said sternly.

You rushed out of your seat and away from him as quick as possible, avoiding his complaints. You were relieved when you realized he hadn’t come after you. You could finally go back to your dorm and relax.

Tom stayed back in the library gaping at the list of homework you assigned him. 10 pages and about 250 questions in total. He mentally cursed at you.

He exited the library, list crumpled in his jean pocket. 

“Hey, Tommy,” Tristan hopped out of nowhere, wrapping his arm around Tom’s shoulders. “Whatcha doing in the library? Ran out of girls already? Scoping out your next fuck?”

“Fuck off, mate,” Tom smiled, pushing his friend off of him, “McGonagall forced me to take extra lessons in her class or she’d fail me. Bitch,” he spat.

“Who’s the tutor?” The caramel haired boy teased.

Tom rolled his eyes, “Nobody important. She spends most of her time cooped up in her dorm, anyways.”

Tristan thought back to any girl who left the library before Tom and one particular girl popped into his mind.

“Was she wearing a college t-shirt tucked into jeans shorts?” Tristan asked.

“Yeah, how’d you know?” Tom’s brow furrowed. Was his friend stalking him?

“Saw her leaving earlier. Seemed like she was in a rush,” he replied, lost in a train of thought.

“Okay...” Tom trailed, not knowing what to say. A smirk shone on Tristan’s face as he looked at Tom, raising Tom’s suspicion, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I have a,” he thought for a second,” a proposition to make,” Tom nodded, signaling him to continue, “Get your tutor to fall in love with you. You have to get her into bed with you. Then, when she’s in deep, break her heart.” A sinister smiled rested on Tristan’s face.

“What do I get if I succeed?” A bet. Tom never lost, especially when it came to girls.

“You stay leader of the frat,” Tristan smirked.

“What’s in it for you?”

“I take your place as leader. I’ll even slip in $500 if you fuck her at least 3 times, but as long as you fuck her once it’ll be fine, you just won’t get the money,” he informed the brunette.

Tom smiled. This was too easy for him. Besides, he was too egotistical to give up this bet. If he denied it, it would make it look like the infamous frat leader had become soft.

“Deal.”

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the worst of you

a/n: sorry for not updating for a while, i’ve been more tired than ever before... this song sparked this idea for a fic so hopefully it’s good and you enjoy it... lots of love xx

pairing: frat!fuckboy!tom x reader

warnings: toxic/unhealthy relationship, angst

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You promise it's different You swear that you listened I don't mind if you didn't 'Cause I just love the sound of your voice You role-play the good guy, lemon juice your white lies But I see 'em in the sunrise

“This is all different, babe. I swear I’ve been listening to you,” Tom placed his hands on your arms.

You couldn’t care if he didn’t listen, you just loved hearing the sound of his voice. You knew he was a complete fake, roleplaying the good guy. He tried to cover up his white lies but they always shone through either way.

You got me right in the palm of your hand and you know it Oh, it's what you do So let me drown, I'll be there with the band Hit the sea bed, all I'd see is you

You were whipped and the both of you knew it. You were vulnerable and easily manipulated when it came to Tom. He knew he had power over you, so he abused the power. 

It’s what he does, you sighed to yourself, but he’s all that I can think about.

So give me your worst excuses, any reason to stay Give me your lips that taste of her, I'd kiss them again I'd rather you walk all over me than walk away Give me the worst of you 'Cause I want you anyway So take me to every party and just talk to your friends Why don't you let me down, I'll let you do it again Go on and walk all over me, just don't walk away Give me the worst of you 'Cause I want you anyway

Whenever he came back late, you already knew where he had been, though you did care about his feeble excuses. You wanted to hear all of his excuses. They were reasons to stay.

You pulled him towards you, placing your lips on his. You could taste another girl on them mixed with alcohol. You didn’t mind it, as long as you could kiss him you’d be fine. You’d let him walk all over you instead of walk away and leave you.

You wanted him, all of him. Even if he gave you the worst of him, you’d still take him.

-

One night, you asked him to bring you to a party with him. He was hesitant about it. Like always, he tried to find excuses to keep you from going. 

“I won’t be a burden, promise,” you smiled softly.

He sighed, giving in. He brought you to the frat house, which was overflowing with people. He led you to the emptiest couch he could find and left. 

You could see Tom laughing with his friends. You smiled to yourself, happy to see that Tom was happy. Girls began to pile on your boyfriend, but you promised you wouldn’t bother him. Besides, he was still yours. You were the one he came back to almost every night.

We make up, but I know we'll fistfight Through iPhones, my left hook a no-show 'Cause I'll just keep letting you win But baby, the truth is I make your excuses You let me down and I'm used to it

Fights weren’t as frequent in your relationship, seeing as you gave Tom all the freedom in the world, but when you did fight, you’d have make up sex. That wasn’t the end of the fight, though. He would text you angry messages, putting you down. You never fought back. You let him win. 

Your friends and family asked why you stayed with Tom. They could see into the cracks of your relationship. You’d always make excuses to defend the brunette.

Tom, on the other hand, hadn’t even told his family about you. You were put down by it but you didn’t force it upon him. You were used to the disappointment.

Another night, another dotted line I sign my heart away to you Some call it foolish, guess I'll call it art

You signed your heart to Tom. You knew it was a one-sided relationship, but you’d rather gain a relationship with him than feel the pain of losing him. It was like selling yourself to the devil: you got what you want in the short-term but costs you in the long-term.

Many people called you foolish for staying in the toxic relationship but you liked to call it art. Moreover, when one looks at art, they might have an immediate emotional attachment to it, like you with Tom. You were emotionally attached to the British brunette.

“Just give me the worst of you because I’ll want you anyway.”

Oh my, are we going to get cocky Tom sex? And even better, cocky Tom boasting and dirty talking while getting a blowjob? Hehe. I know he'll probably eventually become nicer and actually like y/n, but to start, I will be happy for super arrogant frat Tom in the bedroom!

cocky head

a/n: i’m not sure if you meant that we’ll see cocky frat tom sex in my series or if you were requesting it, so i’ll just do both... enjoy reading this erotica, peace xx

pairing: cocky frat!tom x reader

warnings: SMUT, oral (m. receiving), swearing, tom is a cocky bitch

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You were shoved into the dark space with the arrogant frat boy, Tom Holland. You tried to fight your way out but being much smaller and weaker than the 6′ 2″ male who went to the gym everyday, failed miserably. 

“Calm down, darling. We’ll only be in here for 7 minutes,” a scoff sounded behind you.

Turning around, you looked around the darkness, “I might not be able to see you, but I can still strangle you if I really wanted to.”

“My, you’re a feisty one,” you could practically hear the smug smirk on his face.

“Shut up,”  you mumbled and sat down. Surprisingly, when you took your seat, it wasn’t hard and cold but slightly cushioned and warm.

You heard Tom clear his throat, “Woah, when you said you’d strangle me, I guess you meant strangle my di-”

“I swear, if you finish that sentence, I will hurt you,” you threatened.

“You sat in my lap, so technically, you initiated it,” he said defensively.

Squealing, you launched yourself into the air feeling oddly hot. You felt a tingling sensation in your core and an uncontrollable urge to smile. You were more than thankful that you were in the dark.

Calming down, you sat across from Tom and awkwardly fidgeted with your fingers. The room was completely silent except from the talkative crowd beyond the doors. Then, you heard the sound of a belt getting unbuckled. You looked in the direction of the noise. Unfortunately for you, your eyes had already adjusted to darkness, allowing you to see Tom sticking his hand into his pants.

“O-Oh my god,” you yelped, covering your eyes.

“Don’t be shy,” he smirked, “this is probably the biggest cock you’ll ever see.”

“Sh-Shut up,” you hid your face behind your hands, blushing furiously.

“Look at hard you made me,”  he cooed, “Just from sitting in my lap. Don’t you want to admire your work?”

You shook your head, too nervous to look at him, any of him. 

When you didn’t hear him reply, you slightly relaxed and dropped your arms by your side. The first thing that caught your eye was a grinning Tom staring right at you, cock in hand.

“My hands good, but your mouth, that mouth will be more helpful around my cock,” he said seductively.

“You’re disgusting,” you spat at him.

“You won’t be saying that when you’ve tried it,” he sang.

His moans filled your ears, followed by the wet slapping sounds of him jerking himself off. Strangely, it made you feel erotic and sensitive. 

As wrong as it was, you snuck a peek at Tom working himself to his climax. You don’t know what came over you, but you were suddenly on your knees in front of Tom’s length.

“Knew you wouldn’t be able to resist me,” he chuckled.

“Shu-”

Tom cut you off by shoving himself into your mouth. You let out a moan and began bobbing your head. You looked up at him and blinked innocently, eliciting a groan from him.

“Fuck, darling, you’re so good at this. Have you done this before?” He moaned dropping his head back.

You used your hands and stroked the base of his member, trying to bring him to the edge faster. 

“What a shame, my fat cock is too big to fit in your mouth. Luckily, you know how to use your hands, too.”

You increased your pace and swirled your tongue all around his manhood. He felt his core tense and instinctively thrusted his hips into the air.

“I’m gonna cum, babygirl,” he warned you.

You worked even harder, greedy for his cum.

It didn’t take long to get him to release in your mouth.

“Fuck, that was good. Your mouth and my cock were meant to be together,” Tom sighed, catching his breath.

You gulped his liquids and swallowed as much as you could in one go. The rest of the white fluids were wiped off the side of your mouth and sucked off your fingertips.

“Don’t get too attached to my big cock, darling. Just know that we will be seeing a lot more of each other,” and with that, he finished redressing himself and left you alone in the closet to assess what just happened.

let them flow

❧ synopsis: after the collapsing of an unhealthy relationship, each side begins to improve and thrive, one for the other, one for themselves. coincidentally, they meet at the same dreaded party that led to the breaking of their relationship. will this unfortunate series of events lead them to opportunity?

❧ pairing: jock!tom x fem!reader

❧ genre: fluff

❧ warnings: mild angst, fluffy-ish ending, exes to friends to lovers, one or two curse words, lil bit of crying, mentions of alcohol

❧ a/n: it’s finally over. thank goodness. this also is so long it can be considered a second part fuck. i know i took a whole month to write this, but i barely have free time to write nowadays and the times i do, i don’t have much inspiration. anyways this came out better than i expected so hope you guys enjoy.

in order to understand this ending, please read this first: her hidden crystal tears 

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In the first month you spent broken up with Tom, you, for once, felt at peace, with no burden of hiding relationships and denying feelings. You had forgotten how free living singly was. Within that month, you were able to reshape your life. Your grades began to improve, and your mental health had phenomenally developed for he better. Your friends had even gone out of their ways to help you with a "glow up."

Tom, on the other hand, had tried to shape him into a better person in hopes of salvaging your crumbling, if you could even call it that, relationship. He worked harder in class, and every time he saw you sitting in the lecture hall, you were surrounded by other classmates, giving him no place to fit in. He also started to distance himself from his old group of friends, looking for a better, influential group.

Tom couldn't help but feel a tug at his heart when he saw you walking with one other friend to class, laughing at something they said. He saw how your under eye-bags turned bright and how you shoulders straightened up after the breakup. It broke his heart to know the negative impact he had on you, which you never complained or spoke out about.

The brunette wanted to improve for you and himself.

How you ended up in a pair of high-waisted, black, denim shorts and a black bandeau with a sheer, cropped, long-sleeved shirt overtop you didn't know. After much begging and bothering, your friend had convinced you to go to the afterparty of the football game. You tried your best to deny their attempts but failed when they baited you with money.

This would be your first time attending a party, for you were always driven home and away from them. You couldn't deny, though, the chills that snaked down your spine at the mention of it.

Stepping into the house, you noticed how similar it looked to a fraternity. People were dancing, pushing their bodies against others and grinding their hips onto drunk partners. Other students were playing beer pong, stripping on tables, or resting on couches with a red, plastic cup in their hands. It smelled terribly of sweat and oversaturated body spray, making you gag on your breath.

"How do so many people like this?" You shouted over the pounding music and loud voices.

"How do you not?" You friend giggled, dragging you through the crowd.

Dodging and pushing people off of you, you gripped your friend's hand tightly, afraid of losing them.

"Where are we going?" You asked, eyes darting all over the place in uncertainty.

"Before we party, we've got to get drinks," they pushed the door of the kitchen open, revealing the alcohol infested space.

Scrambling over to the bulky cooler, they grabbed a can of beer, popping it open and downing it.

Flinching in disgust, you commented, "Don't you want to wash that, first?"

"What d'you mean? It looks perfectly clean to me," they shrugged, throwing you a can.

You clumsily captured the condensated drink, before putting it on the counter behind you, "I don't drink."

They groaned, "Why are you such a doormat? Come on," they nudged your shoulder, "Live a little."

You laughed, "I can "live a little" just fine with water."

"Ugh, fine. I'm guessing you also want to sit in a corner and become a hermit," they spoke, sarcastically.

"Actually," your eyes lit up, "I do."

"You," they pointed at you unsteadily, "annoy me, but since I already brought you along," their finger moved to point at an idle seat in the corner of a calmer room, "There."

You nodded, eyeing the isolated spot with glee. However, before your friend could escape into the crowd, you told them to stay safe and slipped away to occupy said seat. 

Although Tom no longer associated himself with his old group of friends, he couldn’t avoid them forever, as they were his teammates. Also, as the captain of the football team, it was practically an obligation for him to attend the after parties. 

Honestly, ever since you had broken up with Tom, he had developed a small fear of being whisked away by his fangirls and teammates, constantly thinking you were waiting in his car for him. His guilt had piled on top of his conscious, leaving him an insecure wreck.

Nevertheless, he stepped into the filled building, nodding and waving at familiar faces. One face he wasn’t expecting to see sat in the corner of the room was yours. 

He shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut, he murmured to himself, “She’s not there, you idiot.”

“Tom, buddy,” a familiar voice hollered.

Through your peripheral vision, you swore that you saw his chocolate curls, but when you looked up from your phone, he had disappeared. Your eyes began to dart through the crowd of people, looking for the man you supposedly had gotten over.

Quickly realizing your mistake, you shunned yourself for willingly wrapping yourself around his little finger. You returned to scrolling through your phone, distracting yourself with the illuminated screen.

Tom watched as his teammate, and former friend, grabbed at a girl swaying her hips, pushing her ass against his friend’s crotch, into a grind. Suddenly feeling highly uncomfortable where he stood, he moved into the kitchen to grab a drink.

The room let in muffled sounds but ultimately was the quietest room in the building. The white LED lights left the room bright and easy to navigate, albeit the clusters of finished drinks and used cups littered on the counters and in the sink and overflowing out of the trashcan. 

The brunette drifted over to the fridge, locating the fresh water bottles hidden from other partygoers. 

Feeling quenched, you stood up from your seat, unwillingly. You looked for a quick and precise path to the kitchen, though you failed to do so. Deciding to extemporize it, you awkwardly squished your way through the crowd, mumbling “excuse me” and “sorry” periodically. 

Pushing the white-paint clad, wooden door open, you stumbled your way into the room, glaring at the sudden brightness engulfing your vision. 

Hearing the music and sound of people cheering grow louder, Tom turned around to see the oh-so familiar girl he had fallen infatuated with many months ago.

You stood, blinking your eyes as they tried to adapt to the sudden change of lighting. Groaning, your hands began massaging and harassing the poor skin of your eyelids. 

Your unnoticed ex, still stood in front of the fridge with a cool bottle of water in his hand, smiled at your adorable behaviour — widely contrasting your provocative outfit — watching as your cheeks puffed out in frustration. 

Feeling the haze leave your eyes, you looked ahead of you to see a silhouette emerging. Embarrassed, you blushed, looking down at your shoes. 

You felt a cool presence resting beside your cheek, and quickly looked at the item.

Water? You thought, confused.

Eyes trailing up the arm holding the bottle, your met with the sight of your former boyfriend smiling at you.

“Tom,” you breathed.

After avoiding and ignoring the boy for so many weeks, you already had forgotten how sweet he looked with a smile and soft blush grazing his cheeks. Maybe you hadn’t forgotten; you were just rarely, if ever, given the opportunity to admire it.

“Hey,” he responded, shyly rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. 

You glanced at the bottle then back to Tom, silently asking what he was doing with it.

“O-Oh, I just thought you’d want a bottle of water, since you don’t drink, but if you do now, that’s totally cool too,” he rambled nervously, like a little boy talking to his crush on the playground. 

Although you had only broken up with him a bit over a month ago, you couldn’t bring yourself to trust taking the drink from him.

“Thanks, but I can get one myself. I’m sure you wanted to drink that too.” 

You gave him an awkward, tight-lipped smile before walking past him to the fridge. Reaching into the cool container, you pulled out a frosted water bottle. 

The situation was strange. Everything felt so familiar but so different. It didn’t feel right to talk to each other like you knew how they slept in bed at night or how they loved warm cuddles on the couch as they binged shows and movies. 

“Look, Y/N,” Tom spoke up, breaking the tension with a breath, “I know that I was a jerk we were together. I also know that I neglected you. I shouldn’t have cared about what everyone else thought about our relationship. 

“Looking back, I understand why you were so frustrated with me, and you had every right to break up with me. I was a wuss that used protecting you as an excuse to keep you under covers. I reveled in the popularity and attention I got, back then.

“I’m different, now, though. I’m not saying you have to take me back. You don’t even have to consider it. All I want to do, right here, right now, is to apologize to you, so, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for all the anguish and sadness I caused. I’m sorry you had to waste your tears on me. I’m so fucking sorry, and if I have the slightest chance to even be your friend again, please let me take it.”

You felt a churning in your core, and tears prickled the corner of your eyes. You didn’t understand where your emotions arose from. You thought that you had moved on from Tom. You thought you had left him behind, left him in the shadows of your life. 

You turned around, hand reaching up to quickly wipe your tears away. That is, until a calloused hand grabbed your wrist.

“Don’t,” the accented voice choked, “It hurts me as much as it does you.”

Your words were caught in your throat. You tried to say something, anything, but nothing but sobs slipped your lips. 

Everything became a blur. You could only feel warmth enveloping you. 

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, darling,” Tom murmured into your hair. 

After the encounter at the party, you and Tom went on with your life as normal. 

Although, nothing that happened that night could be considered normal. You cried while he held you tightly in his arms. He apologized for his faults and asked for a second chance, as a friend or more. You forgave him and gave him the chance. 

Will you ever want to have the same relationship you had with Tom as before? No.

You and Tom are working on building a better, healthier relationship for the both of you: an open and honest relationship that won’t be hidden from anyone, especially not his “fangirls.” 

“Don’t ever hide your tears again,” Tom whispered into your hair, “Let them flow.” His pointer finger gently lifts your chin, locking his eyes with your tear-filled ones. He brings his thumb to your cheek, wiping away the shining streaks of pain, sadness, desperation. 

“Let them flow because I’ll be here. I’ll be here to wipe them away every and any time.”

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can i walk you home?

9. odd east

⇀ wc 1.2k

⇀ warnings maybe angst if you squint, reader talks about how they smell, two dorks who are both so awkward and so dumb but one more so than the other

chan had told you to just wait in the lobby of the dance building, so that’s where you are now, scrolling on your phone with your dance bag thrown over your shoulder. you had texted the skz president to ask which one of the guys was picking you up but you assume he had gotten distracted by his latest project as he had failed to text you back. chan had been the only one to take you back to your dorm previously but you couldn’t think of a member of skz that would be a bad choice in this situation.

you’re getting ready to text chan again to find out where your “buddy” is when the front door to the building opens and you look up to find none other than yang jeongin. you’re about to ask how he could get in, the building doors lock after 6pm except for majors or students in current dance courses, but he beats you to it once he spots you.

"i'm in the intro to movement course," he supplies nervously, gesturing to the doors behind him and you realize you must have worn your confusion on your face. he clears his throat as he glances down to your feet quickly, avoiding your gaze.

this is kind of how the boy had been for the past few weeks as you'd both grown from simply classmates to study buddies, rarely making eye contact and almost never staying still, always fidgeting just slightly whenever you'd initiate conversation or glance his way. similarly now he stands several feet in front of you with hands clasped and shoulders hunched slightly, fingers playing with the rings he always wore as he waits for you to, you assume, respond.

instead you simply nod, clearing your own throat gently before gesturing toward the doors jeongin had just entered. "are you," you trail off with a light shake of your head in a mix of confusion and question.

"right! yes," he scrambles to answer, head suddenly shooting up to look at you before he steps to the side and stretches his arm toward the doors. "can i walk you home?" he asks seeming almost nervous you'll say no even though you were the one to request the service.

"yes please," you answer with a slight chuckle and sharp nod of your head before taking the few steps to the doors and he shuffles along behind you.

once you're outside the building, jeongin takes one large step to his right, placing a few feet of distance between the two of you and you're suddenly hyperaware of the fact that you probably smell like a mix of the fading body spray you'd applied earlier today, several hours worth of sweat, and the ultra specific scent of the dance studio, a room that sports its own mix of not entirely unpleasant but strange odors. you wouldn't blame anyone for the way they might want to keep a bit of a distance but for some reason this is the only time you've felt this conscious about it, recalling all the times you'd been around lia or taehyun in similar states. you decide to simply blame it on the fact that jeongin is still a relatively new friend, if you would even really consider him that. you've only ever seen each other on days you weren't going to be in the studio or before you went, this was the first time you'd interacted after you'd been working on a series of combinations for hours on end.

"so where do you live?" jeongin speaks up, drawing you from your thoughts, and you realize you've both just been standing awkwardly in front of the dance building for a few seconds while he waited for you to point him in the proper direction.

“oh, i live in odd east this year,” you supply ticking your head lightly in the general direction of the usual path you take from the dance building to your dorm.

“that’s the green one right?” your buddy asks and you’re reminded that he’s a freshman, still learning about campus considering you’re only just over a month into his first semester.

you just nod in response, a silent chuckle leaving you as you both take the first steps along the sidewalk.

jeongin manages to keep the distance he’d set between you and several times throughout your silent stroll you catch yourself with an apology on the tip of your tongue. you’ve never felt the need to apologize for the way you’ve looked, or smelled for that matter, before this moment. maybe it’s the way jeongin is so obvious with his avoidance but as you think about it, he’s not acting all too dissimilar from how he has when you’ve gotten together before. maybe it has something to do with the privacy of this interaction, most students asleep or studying in their dorms, as opposed to all the times you’ve met in more populated spaces, the chaotic skz house, a busy coffee shop, or a packed library, that is making you hyper aware of jeongin’s behavior.

as you brainstorm about his behavior, jeongin is trying his best to avoid tripping over his own feet as he thinks about how pretty you look right now. something about how you look so relaxed and natural like this, in your more casual dance clothes and messy hair, has him feeling almost the same way he had when he saw you wearing his clothes at the skz party a few weeks ago. some uneven mix of excitement and nervousness that he’d felt brewing in him at the party, but now it feels as though it may tear him apart at the seams.

every few steps he glances over at you, partly to make sure you’re okay but mostly, to see if you’ve noticed the way he’s distanced himself from you, only to observe the determined, if not slightly frustrated, expression you sport. he’s seen you wear the same look several times in class or during study sessions and so simply chalks it up to you focusing on whatever you must have been working on in the studio before he picked you up. he’s tempted to reach out to you and brush away the hair that had escaped from behind your ear as you walked but he resists, stuffing both of his hands into his pockets rather forcefully and turning back to face the direction he’s headed.

his slightly sudden and abrupt movement catches your eye briefly, snapping you out of your own thoughts before you bring your focus to the path in front of you, counting the pavements as you go to keep your thoughts occupied.

you each had felt that your recent interactions outside of class had significantly decreased the awkwardness between you two, especially after the way jeongin had acted at the party, but with every step you took toward your dorm you could both feel the tension climbing. by the time you reached the front door of your dorm building it was obvious by either of your body language that it felt like you’d regressed back to that point right before jeongin had offered you his coffee.

“uh, thanks,” you say, clearing your throat as you reach for your key card to let yourself into the building.

jeongin nods, once again staring intently at your shoes, and you sort of wonder if they need to be cleaned, before he lets out a pathetic, “of course.”

“see you in class.”

and with that you’re closing the door behind you, making the trek toward your dorm, where lia is sure to scold you for coming back so late, and jeongin is left standing in the thick tension of the night that he can only blame himself for building.

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