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skam fic rec masterpost

so i love reading fic, its like my favorite pass time and that’s all i’ve been doing for the past three months so here’s a huge fic rec list of some fics that i have read and am currently reading and im in love with

big thanks to fic writers! yall are amazing and so important to the fandom <3

a lot of these authors are also on tumblr im sure but i don’t have all the urls so i’m gonna put the ao3 usernames for now. please if you’re on tumblr and would like your url to be in this instead of your ao3 username, just holla at me and ill change it! <3

(ps i’m so sorry i had to shorten up the summaries on some of them so it wouldnt be too long!!)

(pps i update this very frequently as i read so feel free to come back from time to time to look for any new fics!)

make sure you read the trigger warnings for some fics as they can get angsty

okay here we go :) happy reading <3

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{Special} College!AU Shownu
  • major: statistics 
  • minor: business management 
  • sports: star quarterback of the uni’s football team!!! 
  • clubs: joined math club and at first everyone was like,,,,,are you in the right place??? but shownu was just like “i like math.” and opened up his stat textbook and started doing worksheets for fun. also it’s not a club, but he’s the RA of his dorm floor
  • first things first: everyone always gets the wrong impression of him. like,,,,,,,when they see him in the halls or walking on campus their first thought is like “oh. he’s totally an athlete.” which is correct,,,,but then they’re like “he got in on a sports scholarship,,,,,he probably isn’t that smart,,,,,,,doesn’t he rely only on his muscles?”
  • shownu is incredibly smart and when people ask what his major is, expecting to hear him say something like “undecided” shownu very calmly and clearly goes “statistics. mathematics is thrilling to me.” with the most serious expression
  • that if you didn’t know him all that well you’d think he was like??? mocking uptight math majors???? but he’s not,,,,,,,,,,he really actually loves math
  • and he’s so naturally gifted at it that he ended up having to do an independent study on probable theory because,,,,,probably theory I and II were too easy for him,,,,,,,
  • the stat teachers absolutely love him because he’s so forward and realistic about everything, he like,,,,,,,,he embodies math
  • i know that sounds funny to say given that he towers over everyone in his class, has shoulders as broad as the ocean, and can probably lift three desks up in one hand 
  • but the way he does things, methodically and without error,,,,,almost robotic,,,,,,is very,,,,,,,,,,,,,,Math
  • but don’t get me wrong, shownu has his charms
  • he’s actually super,,,,,like,,,,,,fatherly like he’s the parent friend of his group because he’s so realistic
  • but it can also be kind of funny because wonho and minhyuk will be talking about a party the sociology majors want to throw and shownu will be like “as long as everyone is back at the dorm by 11.”
  • and maybe it’s the RA in him speaking but minhyuk is just like “shownu,,,,,it’s a party,,,,,,it starts at 11 not ends at 11″ and shownu is like “that isn’t a good idea if you have morning class. don’t you have morning class minhyuk? i would recommend you not go to the party, you get grouchy with no sleep.”
  • and he means it with the best intentions but he sounds like a dad from a movie policing his young son and minhyuk is like I DO NOT GET GROUCHY and wonho is laughing his ass off like minhyuk,,,,,,shownu’s right you’ll just throw a fit in the morning and minhyuk is like no wonho not you too what are you my parenTS
  • it’s also really cute that shownu loves to like,,,,do housework. he’s pretty good at cooking (he calls his mom when he needs a recipe or hyungwon bothers him enough to get him to cook something specific) and he likes keeping things clean
  • sometimes people find him with his glasses on, studying a cookbook that’s called like ‘housewives homey hotpot recipes’ wearing an apron he got as a gift from jooheon and it’s just,,,,,,,endearing
  • because under that he’s got like sweats on with a fitted t-shirt and there’s his muscles,,,,,,you know Being Big 
  • one of the football players on the team joked that shownu should bake some cookies for them if they won the nationals and when they did shownu actually baked a whole bunch of them
  • and they were really good
  • even the coach complimented them
  • and like no offense but whoever said boys can’t be athletic but also adorable-y good at frosting cookies into the shape of little footballs was a liar. shownu exists 
  • most often, when no one is looking, shownu can let himself go a little and like im not saying he breaks out into song in the middle of his dorm dancing to shakira’s hips don’t lie like there’s no tomorrow
  • but if ioi’s pick me comes up on the TV and no one is around to watch like,,,,,,,,,,perhaps he does the choreography JUST A BIT 
  • shownu doing the pick me dance while flipping pancakes though anyWAY
  • he’s an all-around amazing student, athlete, and friend. like he can juggle practicing for a game, data analysis homework, and making sure changkyun doesn’t bring anything from lab into his dorm all at once,,,,,,,,we should all strive to be students like him
  • calls his mom every weekend and tells her everything he did to the last detail like,,,,,,,,,what an actual big soft teddy bear
  • but yes you,,,,,,,,,don’t know shownu at all really. like the mathematics department is far from your department and you’ve never really crossed paths with him
  • you have seen his photo all over the school website, seeing as though he’s always there in some article about football
  • and you don’t really care, even though every one of your friends is always going on about how dreamy of man the star quarterback of the uni really is
  • but you don’t have much time, you’ve been juggling a whole bunch of schoolwork and whatnot that dating,,,,,,,,like,,,,,,,,,,,what,,,,,,,,,,,is that,,,,
  • plus big guys into sports were always loud and too self confident (from what you saw in movies) so you weren’t exactly interested in getting to know more about him
  • speaking of juggling a lot,,,,,you also had another worry on your mind aside from school work and that happened to be the stray kitten you’d found outside the uni’s library over a week ago
  • luckily the weather had been nice and clear so you’d been able to safely sneak over to feed the little kitten during the night 
  • always apologizing to it that you couldn’t take it inside with you, your RA would have your neck if you got caught with an animal
  • but see,,,,,,,this weekend it was supposed to rain. like,,,,,,really hard
  • there was a weather alert on all the roadways and people with saturday classes were all whining about how they’d have to make a dash through the storm to get across campus for class
  • but all your mind fixated on was,,,,,,,,the kitten in that little flimsy cardboard box wouldn’t last out in such heavy rain
  • so even if your RA found out,,,,you were sure that maybe MAYBE you could smuggle the little guy in through your hoodie and keep him inside until the rain passed. then you planned on putting up posters to see if anyone had lost him
  • so, on the evening before the big weekend storm you threw on the biggest hoodie you can find, take some canned cat food as bait, and go out to collect the little guy 
  • thankfully when you got there it looked like no one had yet found him,,,, you could hear his little mewing from the box and you were like hey!!! im glad you’re ok, taking out the food and opening it up
  • but before you could put the can into the box you felt someone behind you, their shadow towering over yours and you froze
  • “what are you doing?”
  • they asked slowly and you were like shit ,,,,,,,shit is it an RA??? slowly you turned and in the slight darkness you couldn’t see exactly who it was
  • but then the person was leaning over, their big hand going toward the box with the kitten 
  • and you grabbed their hand, trying to wrench it away but,,,,,,,,,,,,,you literally couldn’t it was like grabbing a wall why heck were they so strong??
  • but they weren’t shaking you off either and when you locked eyes with this huge, strong person you were like wait -
  • what
  • and the boy looking back at you,,,,,,you’d seen that face before but where,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,oh,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,SHOWNU???
  • and he blinks, looking down at your hand still around his wrist and you’re like UM and you drop it and you’re like “plEASe,,,,,,don’t take the kitten away the storm tomorrow is coming and i just want to keep it safe please don’t hu,,,,,,hurt it,,,,,”
  • and shownu tilts his head and he’s like “hurt it? i was going to take it back to my dorm.”
  • and you’re like ??????? excuse me no I was going to take it back to my dorm
  • but you’re not about to say that to this tall, muscular man 
  • and you’re like “o-oh,,,,,,,,well i,,,,i also,,,,,want,,,,,,wanted,,,,,to take it,,,,,,um,,,,,,,”
  • and you kind of shuffle a bit, feeling uncomfortable because again : you’re alone with this person who could overpower you and it’s just natural to be afraid
  • but then you see shownu carefully pick up the kitten, sitting back on his knees and holding it against his chest
  • and it’s so tiny,,,,,,,,it fits into his palm
  • and he’s like “i didn’t know someone else knew about him” and you’re like,,,,,oh ive known for a week,,,,,,but i didn’t know if i should bring him to a shelter or if someone lost him so,,,,,
  • and shownu nods and he’s like “would it be better if i took him or you” and you’re like “how much of an micromanager is your RA?” and shownu is “im the RA of my floor”
  • and shownu can tell by the look on your face when he gets up is one that clearly says ‘i don’t want to part ways with this adorable kitten’ 
  • and so he puts out his hand and he’s like “,,,,,,,,wanna hold him a bit”
  • and you’re like,,,,,,,yes,,,,and you cuddle the little guy up to your chest and you’re like “oh, take this!” and you use your free hand to pass shownu the cat food you’d brought along and you’re like “that way you don’t have to buy another one for tomorrow ^^”
  • and since it’s dark and you’re cooing at the kitten you don’t see how shownu holds the can, looking up at you rather softly because of how sweet that was of you
  • but when you pass him the kitten back you sigh and you’re like “ill trust you with him, but after the storm,,,,,,,i was thinking of making lost flyers for him or something,,,,”
  • shownu doesn’t say anything, but he nods.
  • opening up his hoodie, you see that he’s got a white sleeveless tank under it and once again there are those damn muscles everyone always drooling about
  • ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,and they do look nice,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
  • aNYWAy 
  • and he like puts the kitten in the pocket of the tank and you’re like it’s so small it fits or maybe it’s because the shirt is large because shownu is large???? whatever he’s the math major here
  • and you’re like “,,,,,,,,,ill be going then”
  • and shownu is like “,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,after the storm,,,,,you’ll see him again”
  • and you don’t know if he’s like offering for you to come and see the kitten or if he’s just making a statement but suddenly some of the fear and nervousness you had about him and his ,,,, largeness,,,,, is gone
  • like,,,,,,,,,,,you can’t believe this but is shownu,,,,,,,the shownu from the football team who you’d assume would be cocky and mean,,,,,,,,is actually a Softie
  • (ding ding ding HE IS A SOFTIE)
  • and although you spend the weekend trying to finish up an essay and a project proposal ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,shownu holding that small kitten in his arms keeps flashing through your memory
  • and on monday you can’t help but subconsciously look for him everywhere, even making a purposeful trip toward the math department
  • when suddenly, just as you’re about to give up and head to dorms you feel someones hand on your shoulder
  • and you nEARLY juMP out of your skin with shock but then you hear a familiar, slightly monotone voice go
  • “the kitten is ok, do you want to see him?”
  • and you turn to see shownu, dressed up in a suit, hair slicked back and a briefcase in his other hand and you’re like,,,,,,,????????? 
  • and you can’t help but be like “a-are you going to work?”
  • and he’s like “my minor is business management. there was a mock interview today.”
  • and you’re like OH,,,,,,fancy,,,,,,but also why is that suit so fitted ok not the point the kitten THE KITTEN
  • and you’re like “where is he? did you put him back near the library?”
  • and shownu shakes his head and motions for you to follow him and you figure out quite quickly that you’re going over to the dorms and you’re like ??? “is the kitten still in your room”
  • and shownu, who heads for the stairs of his building nods and you’re like gdi the elevators work fine but ok
  • and when you get to his room, the door is open and you’re surprised to see that the room is really clean,,,,,,,,,like way cleaner than your dorm
  • and shownu sets down the briefcase and takes off the jacket, rolling up the sleeves of his white button down 
  • and you’re like,,,trying not to stare, looking at everything else except him
  • and he pulls the little cardboard box off his desk and into his lap and picks the kitten up and you can see that the little guy is happy
  • meowing out loud and nuzzling its tiny face against shownu’s hand
  • and shownu holds it out and he’s like “here”
  • and you take the kitten, sitting down on the bed beside him and you’re like “it looks like he’s gaining weight!!! im so happy he’s healthy,,,,,”
  • and you see from the corner of your eye, a small smile tug at shownu’s lips
  • and then you see how the corners of his eyes crinkle just a bit along with the happy expression on his face
  • and wow ok everything you said before about not finding him adorable ,,,,,, weLL ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
  • but you’re startled when you hear someone come in and another boy is like “oh hyung, am i interrupting something?”
  • and shownu gets up and he’s like “jooheon, this is the other person who took care of the stray with me”
  • and you put down the kitten to introduce yourself to jooheon who looks you up and down and then shifts his eyes to shownu
  • and he’s like quiet for a moment before going “,,,,,,,,,,,,are you two a thing?”
  • and you’re like WHAT and shownu, with no change in expression is like “what do you mean?”
  • and jooheon looks to you for an answer (since his hyung is really so damn dense) and you’re like “n-n-n-no we just met on friday,,,,im just here to see the kitten,,,,,,”
  • and jooheon, who seemingly has a sparkle in his eye is like “huh, so how do you like shownu?” and you’re like ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,he’s??????/nice
  • and shownu is like why are you asking them that
  • and jooheon just shrugs, shoving his hands into his pockets and he’s like “that kitten is lucky to have two caring parents like you”
  • and you’re like PARENTS and shownu is like “kittens can’t have human parents”
  • and jooheon is like i gtg see minhyuk and kihyun right now immediately and you’re like who???? and jooheon is already gone as shownu sits back down on the bed and is like “he’s going to go gossip, ignore it”
  • and you’re like gossip???? about????/ us???????? oh my g OD??
  • but shownu is back to mindlessly playing with the kitten and tbh who cares about anything when there is a kitten involved
  • and somehow at the end of this, you find yourself with shownu’s number in your phone and you guys agree on planning someway to get this kitten back to their owners or to a good shelter
  • and you find yourself texting him,,,,,,,,,,about other things as well
  • maybe it’s because one day he asks ‘have you eaten’ and you end up asking about his mock interviews and stat homework
  • and shownu isn’t much of a talker, his texts are rather short and to the point too
  • but ,,,,,,,,,,,,, shownu is an extremely good caretaker
  • like whenever you’re over to see the kitten and work on making flyers with him
  • shownu makes sure you’re not hungry or too cold or too hot and if he plays music he keeps the volume low so as to not disturb you and he’s always telling you to sit at his desk and work on a flyer while he takes the uncomfortable floor
  • and he even starts to pick up on your habits like,,,,,you always forget your phone under your bag before you leave and he’s gotten into routine of picking it up off the desk and slipping it into your bag before you go
  • and he tells you that he bought the same brand of cat food you get for the kitten since you always bring it over
  • and then he tells you to work hard for your test coming up that you told him like a week ago
  • and shownu,,,,,before he even knows it himself jooheon is sitting with him in the dorm one night as shownu is finishing up the last flyer of his
  • and jooheon is like “you really like them right?”
  • and shownu is like “they’re a kind person”
  • and jooheon rolls his eyes and is like “yes, but you like them,,,,,,,a lot.”
  • and shownu stops coloring and he’s like “no i don’t.”
  • and jooheon nearly drops his phone on his face laughing and he’s like “hyung, you’re literally drawing cartoon kittens for this person and you even bought snacks that they like for when they come over. you like them.”
  • shownu kind of just looks down at the coloring pencil in his hand. ‘lost cat’ written in bold letters, clumsy kitten faces he’s been trying to get better at drawing scribbled across the paper
  • and he’s like,,,,,,,,,,oh
  • and you don’t want to admit it to yourself but god you even find yourself looking over at the football field as you’re walking past it to get off campus and go into the city to hang up flyers
  • and you can hear the coach yell from so far away and,,,,,,you can see him. shownu,,,,,in his uniform running across the field
  • and he looks amazing in the uniform and you’re like “Get IT TOGETHER” @ yourself 
  • and you focus on putting up the flyers
  • but that night you get a text for shownu and it’s like “were you ok today?”
  • and you’re like yeah!! i put up a lot of flyers but there’s some more left over that i want to put around campus too
  • and shownu texts back that he’ll help you and that you guys should meet at 1 tomorrow
  • and you get up immediately because right. you need to wear something nice,,,,,,,or do you,,,,,,,,,,,it’s just shownu,,,,,,,,,,,,but,,,,,
  • and you get back into bed and you’re like it’s nothing. you two are just hanging out because of this kitten that’s it
  • but when you see shownu waiting for you, leaning against the wall of the library in casual ripped up jeans, white t-shirt and bedhead hair you’re like oooooohhhhh here we go again with my heart skipping a beat and whatnot
  • and you go around campus with him and people are doing doubletakes, but shownu seems used to the attention and you get the remaining flyers up when suddenly shownu is like “we should put one up there at the top of the bulletin but i can’t reach”
  • and you’re like well if you can’t reach neither can i
  • and shownu is like “get on my shoulders.”
  • and you’re like,,,,,,,,,,,,,,hold up 
  • and he’s like crouching down and patting his back and you’re turning a bit red
  • and you’re like “i,,,,,,don’t think-”
  • but he’s seriously not getting back up and you’re like, taking a breath and you’re like ok. it’ll be fast,,,,,
  • but wow ok getting on his shoulders and feeling his strong arms lock around you safely like GOD dammit why is he a perfect strong person
  • and you tape up the flyer and shownu lets you down so gently
  • and you’re just so embarrassed and flustered and shownu is like “we’re all done.”
  • and you’re like,,,,,,,,,,  “th–thank you for,,,,,,,all your help” and shownu is like “we found him together, we should take care of him together”
  • and you’re like TO g,,,,ether,,,,but you’re also like yeah!!!! but in your head you’re like after we find his owner though,,,,won’t that together not be important anymore??
  • but shownu puts down his head suddenly and he’s like “jooheon told me something funny.”
  • and you’re like ??? “like a joke?” and shownu is still not looking up at you and he’s like 
  • “,,,,,,,,he told me i liked you”
  • and you’re like OH,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,um do you?
  • and shownu, running his hand through his hair picks up his head and is like ,,,,,,,,,,, “would that be alright?”
  • and he looks like a little shy kitten himself, his shy smile, his usually hard to read expression soft and his voice shaking just ever so slightly even though it’s usually deep and clear
  • and you want to be like is it alright????? it’s great????? it’s the best thing in the WORLD
  • but you’re also like i need to compose myself and you’re like “of course, is it,,,,,,alright if i like you too?”
  • and shownu straightens up, nodding slowly and you’re like WELL,,,,,that’s good it’s alright for both of us that’s,,,,a+,,,,,
  • but then you feel shownu’s hand against your cheek and you’re like oh what is he- is he going to kiss-
  • but before he can even lean in he stops and is like “no no no we shouldn’t in public”
  • and you stop for a second before bursting into giggles because fkhdsd how is he so shy and proper ,,,, it’s college everyone’s practically in each others pants all the time but,,,,,,,,it’s nice
  • and when shownu and you get back to his dorm, shownu announces that he’s going to kiss you for real this time
  • and you’re like you don’t have to say it,,,,you can just do it and he’s like im sorry i just wanted to check and you’re like ksdhgjfs how are you SO CUTE
  • and you feel so safe and protected when he pulls you into his arms by your waist and nuzzles his nose against yours before softly pressing his lips to your own
  • and you’re like,,,,,,,wow,,,,,,,,,he’s so,,,,,,,,careful with how he kisses it’s like he doesn’t want to break you
  • and you literally have to be the one to take the lead and shownu when he pulls back has got wide eyes and you’re like “too much??” but he just shakes his head and leans in again
  • jooheon walks in on you two basically making out and he’s like “i KNEW IT” and you want to say something but shownu is too busy telling jooheon to get out while also trying to pull your shirt back down
  • and it’s a mess
  • but do believe the entire campus knows two seconds later that you and shownu are an Item
  • mostly because jooheon looked so giddy that kihyun was just like “oh shownu is dating now?” and jooheon was like HOW DID YOU KNOW I DIDNT EVEN SAY ANYTHING
  • and kihyun was like ur face gave it away loser
  • and you get a flurry of texts from literally everyone you know on campus demanding you tell them the story of how you met and how in the world you scored THE QUARTERBACK of the uni’s basketball team
  • and you’re like “we meet,,,,,,,because we’re both good people also yes he’s the quarterback but did you know he’s a stat major and also a pretty ok cook he’s actually a lot more than just a buff dude appreciate my MAN”
  • and you both still concentrate on hoping to find the owner of the lost kitten,,,,and it’s only after you get a call from a very VERY happy mother saying she’d been looking for her daughters kitten who managed to escape only days after they’d brought her home
  • do you and shownu succeed in your mission to save the kitten and celebrate with a cute date to the nearby diner were you sit beside him, his arm around your shoulder and you feed him fries and you guys look through the pictures you’d taken of the kitten before you gave him back to the mom
  • and shownu has a lot of games thanks to how popular the uni’s football team is and even though you’ve never been a big fan of the sport - you go whenever you can and watch shownu intently, getting worked up when he falls over or gets tackled
  • and when you see him after, you practically push through the crowds to get to him
  • and when you do, he has to literally catch you because you’re like “are you hurt???? im so worried that tackle looked so painful???”
  • and shownu just smiles, kissing your forehead and telling you he’s fine
  • but shownu does the same with you,,,,,tbh if he doesn’t see you for a week and you finally meetup just to cuddle under the blankets and study for your classes you hear him whisper against your hair
  • that you’re so important, and that not having you near him makes him feel like he can’t be completely calm
  • that you relax him, with kisses to his lips that remind him that you’re ok
  • and it’s minhyuk who remembers you and shownu’s 100th day and he gets everyone together to throw you guys a surprise party
  • and you and shownu both have no clue until you walk into the common room and the lights come up and there’s wonho in a party hat, kihyun throwing confetti in your face and hyungwon holding a cake. jooheon puts headbands with hearts on them on your head and changkyun puts on some sappy love song and everyone is chanting that you two kiss
  • and you’re both like “we forgot today was our 100th dat” and minhyuk is like LMAO BUT I DIDNT NOW KISS wonho get the camera ready
  • and it’s cute you and shownu kiss, getting embarrassed because it’s infront of everyone while jooheon is like “they didn’t look that embarrassed when i walked in on the- ok hyung please don’t kill mE”
  • and you guys are supposed to cut the cake but you get some icing on shownu’s cheek and he puts some on your nose
  • and you guys even up with a mess
  • but it’s fun, all your friends and his friends are there supporting you
  • and, like the good RA he is, shownu ends the party before midnight and minhyuk is like “dammit i wanted to karoke love will go on for you two but whatever”
  • and once everyone is gone jooheon ‘casually’ lets shownu know that he’ll be staying over at minhyuk’s place tonight
  • and shownu is holding you as you’re together in his dorm,,,,and you’re like “a good RA should tell me i can’t be here,,,,,,,,” and shownu is like “i don’t want to be a good RA, right now”
  • and tbh,,,,,,shownu is strong and looks like he could break wood with his hand but his touch is literally the most tender,,,,,,compassionate,,,,,feeling
  • and his lips over yours makes you feel that he’s kissing a treasure, something so sacred and important
  • and you really feel connected to him because shownu never lets your hand go
  • and after he’s kissing up your jaw, pushing your hair back from your sweaty forehead
  • and you just can’t with how amazing he is you literally get on top and start kissing him again and shownu is like!!!!!!!!!!! but he isn’t going to say no,,,,,,,he really loves your enthusiasm
  • and you wear shownu’s jersey as a joke one day but shownu seriously gets addicted to the sight and keeps trying to get you to wear it again
  • and you guys aren’t a PDA, loud couple you’re just subtle and caring and shownu prioritizes you like the angelic boyfriend he is
  • and you’ll be like “oh i really crave korean food” and shownu will be like “korean food it is” and changkyun is like “i want burger-” and shownu is like “korean food changkyun, korean. food.”
  • and you’re like im sorry to changkyun as shownu takes your hand and changkyun is just like,,,,,,,we’re not shownu’s number ones anymore sniffles
  • even if you don’t do sports you got a matching tracksuit with shownu and he would most definitely be like “let’s start working out together”
  • except his routine could kill any normal person and so you’re like “please spare me, but i will try my best”
  • shownu really loves going to the beach but everytime you guys go as a group he’s like “wear a hoodie”
  • and you’re like “it’s 90 degrees out”
  • and shownu is like,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, “still. put a towel over yourself” and you’re like oh my god
  • studies his stat homework in his sleep and you’re like ,,,,,,,,,,, shownu please shush
  • the kind of boyfriend where even if you burnt all the food you made him he’d eat it with a smile and ask for more and you’re his absolute everything. you’re his warmth
  • (literally called you the warmth of his heart and hyungwon was like bro,,,,,that’s so poetic,,,,,,,,,,,i never knew you had it in you) 

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“Rum & Coconuts” - h.s Part 3

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You woke up to the feeling of the breeze blowing over your body and stretched out on the bed to find yourself alone. Sitting up and fighting your hair out of your face, you could see the top of Harry’s head over the back of one of the lounge chairs on your small deck through one of the blowing curtains. 

Pulling on a tank top over your thong, you meandered in his direction and walked around the seat to see him sitting with his legs crossed, swim trunks on, and sunglasses perched on his nose. When he noticed you, he smiled widely and closed his journal, tossing it onto the chair beside him and reaching his arms out as you sunk down next to him and curled up at his side.

“Good morning angel,” he mumbled against your hair, wrapped his arms around you as you both watched the sun continue to rise. “Sleep well?”

“I drank a lot last night,” you mumbled.

“You did,” Harry chuckled, “But you had a great time and learned many new dance moves.”

You both sat there quiet as Harry ran his fingers through your hair and you played with the end of his swim trunks, just watching as the sun shone brightly from behind your sunglasses. 

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Age Gap


They hadn’t even realized the age difference at first, after all its not exactly the first thing that you ask someone you had just walked into on the street.

That was the first time they had met, Y/N and Joe, both too busy looking down at their phones instead of paying attention to where they were going. The two collided into one another, the force almost sending Y/N to the ground but Joe quickly extending an arm, catching her by the waist before gravity completely took over. The two exchanged sorrys and are you okays as he stood her back up, both of them slightly embarrassed as to what had just happened. 

Joe, feeling the most embarrassed, offered to buy her a coffee seeing that he had quite literally almost knocked her off her feet and with a smile, Y/N gladly excepted. 

The two walked the short walk to the nearest coffee shop together, exchanging names and the causal small talk which led to an in depth conversation when they sat down opposite each other in a booth, sipping their hot drinks. 

That was 10 months ago, Y/N was 17, just about to turn 18, and Joe was 25. It wasn’t until a few weeks after first running into each other that they had figured that out. It wasn’t really an issue for them, they connected in a way that none of them had connected with anyone else before and they wanted to see if there really was something between them. 

 At first their friends and family were a little hesitant about their relationship seeing that there was a seven year age difference meaning they had seven years of different experiences between them, Y/N just starting uni and Joe, a public figure who’s job it is to the world his life. But after they saw how much love Joe and Y/N had for one another, it was almost like there wasn’t an age difference at all. 

Y/N was mature for her age, having to step up and take care of herself fairly early in life, and Joe was still a kid at heart so naturally they balanced each other out and for the first 10 months it was good. 

But people online started getting suspicious, more suspicious than they perviously had. They would bombard Joe with tweets or comments on his videos or livestreams asking if he had a girlfriend and once he said yes they would continually ask who it was, tagging him in pictures of girls who he had recently taking pictures with and Joe was getting scared. 

They had tagged him in one of Y/Ns pictures on instagram but people in the comments were refuting the claim because the girl in the picture was too young for a 25 year old.

Y/N was also getting worried. She had read the comments on her picture and the ones Joe was tagged in. His fans were curious and obviously didn’t like the idea of Joe dating an 18 year old.

The couple slowly started to drift apart after one night that was fueled with fear of what people who had no business of knowing found out about their relationship. The night ended with Y/N in tears, something that Joe wasn’t prepared to handle and let he her walk out of his flat making her promise to call him in the morning. 

When she didn’t call or answer any of his texts the next morning, Joe began to panic, thinking that this could be the end of their relationship. After a few weeks of very minimal contact, Y/N showed up at Joe’s flat ready to finally talk.

“Hey” She said when the door open, the words barely coming out as Joe tugged her into a bone crushing hug. 

The two stayed in the embrace for a while, Joe taking in the scent of her hair that he had missed for the past fews weeks and Y/N, remembering that his hugs were one of the many things she loved about him. 

“I’m sorry.” Joe said pulling away and stepping back to let Y/N walk into his flat.

“Me too, I shouldn’t have left. It’s just, I don’t know. I don’t why I’m so scare about what people think, I don’t even know them” She said, a slight laugh leaving her lips after she realized how crazy she sounded.

“I know love,” Joe said opening his arms and pulling Y/N close to him when they sit down on his couch. “It’s hard, I felt this way when I first started YouTube. It’s weird to think that millions of people are judging you just because you upload a video of you cooking dinner or having a night out with your mates.”

“Thats not helping.”

“Not all the judgment it bad though. You of all people should know that, and people warm up. Remember when we first started dating? Every hated the idea of us together just because of our age but now look at them, they love you, they love us. The boys have been asking where’ve you been, why you’re not here with your textbooks spread across the floor.” Y/N smiled at the memory of a few months ago when she had exams to study for but Joe insisted on her coming over. 

“People will warm up Y/N, once they see that we’re happy together. We don’t even have to mention your age, we’ll just never celebrate a birthday on camera. Simple as that.” Joe said causing Y/N to laugh. 

She left out a deep breath as she laced her fingers through Joe’s, thinking about his words and the conversation they had weeks ago.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” She said quietly, still unsure if she wanted to do it or not. 

“I’m what?” Joe teased, pulling in even closer as she laughed again. 

“You’re right. For once in my life I’m agreeing with you so lets do this before I change my mind.” She said pushing herself off the couch and turning around to pull Joe up.

The two ventured down the hallway to Joe’s filming room, where Joe set up his camera, making sure it was in focus after hitting record and sitting down on the bed next to Y/N.

“Hey guys! Today’s video is going to be a little different, its a Q&A but I won’t be answering the questions. Instead I have my beautiful girlfriend here with me today and she’s agreed to let you guys know a little bit about herself….”

Chapter IV | Tell Me - A Harry Styles Uni AU

Main Story page is here.

Song for the Playlist - Guys My Age by Hey Violet

Instagrams are here.

Word Count - 4500…ish

“What part of ‘I have nothing to say to you’, do you not understand?” She asked as she stopped abruptly and turned back around to face him.

“No, see I get it, Eden,” he took a step onto the stairs to become taller than her again. “But you’ve got to let me explain to you-…”

“You made it perfectly clear how you felt. Have a great fucking new year, Harry. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to come back down in half an hour to get my food in peace. Goodnight.”

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The polls are in, and ROYAL AU came out ahead! As you voted for, here is a special Royal Fic Rec! Also, keep a lookout for the next poll I may do within a week or so!!

Royal Harry

1. Affairs Of Royalty by wubwubnparmaham

Words: 68k
Tumblr: @wubwubnparmaham

“Shh! Do you smell that?” Niall asked suddenly, Louis shutting up to taste the air. “That’s stronger than I remem—”

“—Holy shit,” Louis breathed, almost getting high from the pheromones that were evidently walking down the hallway.

“I’m not ready,” Niall whined.

The Omegas sunk down into their chairs in trepidation, and they simultaneously noticed there was definitely more than one Alpha nearing the room, but before they could even mention it, the Alphas strode into the class and practically stole both of their souls.


Being a senior in high school is hard enough.
Being one of the only two Omegas in a fully human high school is even worse.
Add two secretly royal Alphas from England into the mix…and it’s impossible. 

2. Like a Bullet in the Dark by Vurdoc

Words: 99k
Tumblr: @vurdoc

Prince Harold Edward Styles Lancaster is second in line to the throne of Great Britain. He is also your average Uni student- or he tries to be, anyway.

With a promise from the press (and his father) that they’ll leave him alone for four years, he sets out to be a student at Cambridge, when he meets his very normal, very working class, very handsome suite-mate, Louis Tomlinson.

Louis makes Harry feel more like a person than he ever has before, which might cause some issues later on- ‘cause Harry has a secret that he’s only told his sister Gemma about.

Little does he know though, that Louis has some secrets of his own.

A Will & Kate Au- with a twist.

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anonymous asked:

Please link some nice Ziam fics ♡. Thank you!

here you go my love, some cute ones i’ve read lately :) remember to read the tags before reading just in case, and don’t forget to leave kudos and comments!!! enjoy!!!!!

Heart of Stone, Life of Fire by SoftlyandSwiftly | WIP |  Words: 63.4k+ | Chapters: 6/?

A war with the city of Banshia and its conquering King threatens all of the Cities on the continent of Kiza. Young Zayn Malik finds himself hopelessly entangled in the web of the war, his future rewritten in the span of a morning as allies and enemies shift. Traded for the promise of an ally, Zayn finds himself among the warrior tribes of the Nakizi people, where he must carve out his own place and take his fate into his own hands.  // 

When Pigs Fly by foxandbee |  Words: 6.2k+

Puppy-Boy seems slightly dazed when he drags his eyes back up from Zayn’s lips, a distinctly rosy flush dusting his cheeks, and Zayn worries that maybe he’s suffering from lack of oxygen. And wouldn’t that just be the cherry on top of the shit sundae that was his week? Zayn can see the headlines now, Misanthropic Student kills innocent Puppy-Human in broad daylight over Wonton Soup.

Zayn is tired and he never smiles and then he finds what he didn’t know he was looking for right when he least expects it. // 

Wisdom Teeth by Bippityboppityboobear |  Words: 3.8k

Liam gets his wisdom teeth pulled and while loopy from the drugs says some interesting things about his best friend, Zayn. // 

say it out loud by ieatravioli | Words: 25.1k+

Liam has a younger sister who is deaf and he meets Zayn; an alumni from his sister’s school. Zayn has just found out that he’s qualified to receive a Cochlear implant and decides to go through with the procedure. //

Can’t Help Falling in Love with You by eternallyunleashed | WIP |  Words: 100.1k+ | Chapters: 7/?

In the 18 years he’s been alive Zayn has learnt to deal with the insane amounts of anxiety and stress that life threw his way. It was always easy to stay back and pretend he was invisible. After agreeing to Harry’s idea of an internship he realizes all his hopes of maintaining a quiet simple life as he works towards Med-school get tossed out the window. Liam Payne enters his life. Zayn can’t put a name to all the whirlwind of emotions that threaten to rip his body apart by just being near Liam, but he is certain of one thing. The mere thought or sight of Liam makes him lose the ability to breathe.

For Liam his goal is pretty simple. Ever since he laid eyes on Zayn, who looks like sin in human form with eyes that threaten to rip a man’s heart out, he knew he had to have the boy. He needs him more than he’s wanted anything in his entire life. Otherwise his red hot desire for the boy might just take him to his death. // 

Nothin Lasts Forever When You Travel Time by goddess_julie | Words: 10.1k+

“I’m too tired for this Zee. Some of us work hard…” Liam stops and wipes his forehead angrily. “I just wanted to come home, have some dinner and go to bed. Not come home and take care of shit you should have already taken care of. I don’t want to deal with this tonight.”

“Then you shouldn’t have fucking started something,” Zayn says, finally raising his voice. “You’ve been tired and stressed for weeks now Liam. And you’ve been taking it out on me. It’s not fair.”

Liam throws the sponge he’s been cleaning with across the room. It hits the wall with a splat and falls to the floor. “Fine. I’m a monster. Fine, I’m an asshole. Maybe you should just find somewhere else to be tonight Zee. Maybe you should leave.”

Or. Liam and Zayn fight. Layla puts herself in the middle and makes a choice no one saw coming. This is the biggest fight they’ve had in the four years they’ve been together. //

Young Gods by abovetheserpentine | Words: 30.5k+

This is Liam’s first Grand Slam. He’s eighteen, he’s a wildcard, and he has a thirst to prove himself even if he can’t quite believe he’s in Australia. Backed by world famous coach Louis Tomlinson, Liam feels like his chances are pretty good.

Then he remembers that twenty-two year old Zayn Malik is back from injury to be a part of the tournament. Suddenly, Liam’s odds don’t seem so good anymore. //

a perpetual feeling by aubadezayn | Words: 5.5k+

“soulmate au where people have half a tattoo and when you meet your soulmate it’s completed”

zayn’s worried his soulmark tattoo might never have a second half, but everything works out perfectly when he decides to go on the X Factor for the experience. //

I can’t help but loving you by becharlatan | Words: 25k+

“I have a better plan,” Zayn says, looking at Liam even if there’s a cloth blocking his sight. “If I find you in less than a minute, you’re going to marry me. And I’ll take care of you. Forever.”  //

through the fire and into the flames by zipplekink | Words: 111k | Chapters: 13

“I can’t,” Liam shutters out, eyes falling to where he hovers his hand between them. Zayn gasps slightly, latching his eyes onto the flames that lick up and down Liam’s fingers. “What if I hurt you?”

“You won’t,” Zayn assures him.

[Or the one where Liam can manipulate and Zayn can turn invisible, and they are both trying to figure out how to control their powers and their feelings. Featuring Telekinetic Niall, Harry talking to bunny rabbits and oak trees, telepathic Ned and weather controlling Griff.] //

we’re slow dancing in a burning room by englandziam | Words: 3.4k+

He can’t stop thinking of Liam, of a soft smile and crinkly eyes. Calloused fingers threading through Zayn’s as they kiss, because it’s their three year anniversary —at least it should be, if they hadn’t of broken up three months ago. //

Starving by happily_missy | Words: 5.7k+ | Chapters: 2

Liam spots Zayn at a club and their connection is immediate.

The title is from the song Starving by Hailee Steinfield //

I Can Be What You’re Craving by Stylinsonvodka | Words: 3.1k+

The one where Liam has pink hair and a ring through his nose and Zayn isn’t allowed to see him, exactly. //

Over Five Months by ZaynCentric | Words: 2.6k+

au fic where liam is the popstar and zayn is his uni boyfriend who likes to embarras him when he comes off tour by waiting with all the other fangirls with homemade signs //

say yeah (yeah!) let’s be alone together by pcwhy | Words: 5.8k+

Liam may or may not be obsessed with the singer he keeps running into without even asking for it  //

It’s You by happily_missy | WIP | Words: 32.2k+ | Chapters: 5/?

Liam is a PA for a famous fashion designer and Zayn is their gorgeous new model.

or the one where Liam is in control of everything except for the fact that he keeps getting hard around Zayn and Zayn refuses to admit that yes he wants Liam to push him up against a wall.

You’re My Favorite Color

A Snowbaz Soulmate!AU. In this world, you are colorblind until you touch your soulmate. You gradually get full color vision, but the first color you see is the color of your soulmate’s eyes. It’s long, I’m sorry! This was a request from an anon, but I changed a few things!


The first time I see color, it isn’t a slow bleed like some people say. It isn’t a gradual bloom of green or brown, like some scholars write, when they first touch their soulmate. It doesn’t happen slowly over the course of several minutes.

It isn’t gentle, or like a watercolor painting coming to life, or whatever fucking simile poets like to use.

It is a sonic boom of blue.

It is obnoxious, all-consuming, and entirely too much.

When I first met Simon Snow, I had been really fucking upset. How could I not be? It was my first year of uni and of course my roommate would be this attractive. He was all tumbled curls and scuffed trainers, like he’s always just stepping out of a tornado.

“Hey, bro,” he’d said, sitting on one of the beds when I’d first walked into our dorm. My mouth had went dry.

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Chapter V | Tell Me - A Harry Styles Uni AU

Main Story page is here.

Song for the Playlist - Cold Little Heart by Michael Kiwanuka

Instagrams are here.

Word Count - 4000…ish

“Well, well, well…” he said when she walked into the large room they had to themselves and she looked across to him. “Surprised to see you here.”

“Could say the same for you,” she told him as he threw her a pair of gloves and she strapped them to her hands, rolling her eyes at his comments already.

“Thought you’d be shacked up with another one of my friends,” he wanted to take it back as soon as the first word slipped out but it was too late.

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Stranger at the Window

AN: A little Sherlolly uni!lock meet cute.

It was the last night of finals before graduation. And two weeks from Monday, Molly would begin her residency at St Bart’s. She wasn’t particularly worried about not passing; she was top of all her classes and a bad grade on a final exam would hardly make a difference. But she was a studious woman and she refused to do anything less than her best.

Which is why she was poring over three years’ worth of notes on a Friday night, alone in her flat. All her peers and friends were out celebrating and would no doubt be hungover the following day. 

She was in the middle of marking a rather important finding when there was a thump outside her window, followed by a muffled shout.

Molly’s head whipped up and her heart jumped into her throat.

‘John!’ A man’s voice whispered loudly. ‘Damn it, John!’

Drunks. Molly groused. 

Her heart slowing, she dropped her pen and stood, making her way over to the window. She grabbed the top of the frame and was about to slam it shut when she happened to look down and saw a pair of hands gripping onto the ledge. 

Two very real hands attached to the very real body of a curly-haired man. Who happened to be dangling right outside her window, three floors up.

With a stifled shriek, she jumped and smacked the back of her head against the bottom of the open window. 

‘Ow ow ow ow!’ She grimaced and rubbed her head.

The man looked up in surprise. ‘Ah. Hello.’

Molly was caught off-guard by his piercing blue eyes… or were they hazel? And for a burglar, he was rather overdressed in that expensive-looking coat. His curly hair was thick and lush, begging to be touched, and a girl could cut herself on those cheekbones!

‘Might I ask for some assistance?’ His dry tone belied his amusement. 

Molly flushed dark red at being caught admiring the would-be burglar. ‘O-oh, erm…’ She bit her lip. On one hand, she should help this man before he fell to his death… or severe injury. On the other hand, she was a young woman alone with a strange man-burglar hanging from her window ledge.

‘I am not a burglar,’ he said and grunted, his fingers starting to slip. ‘And I promise not to impugn your virtue, if you will just help me up!’

Deciding to deal with the potential consequences later (and with the can of pepper spray in her handbag on her bed), Molly grasped his forearms and tugged on the thick wool material. How her tiny frame could have been any assistance to him, she didn’t know, but eventually the upper half of his body made it past the windowsill. Molly gave one last mighty tug and he came tumbling inside right on top of her.

‘Oh!’ She exclaimed, suddenly finding herself beneath a very solid man, his face right over hers, their noses touching. 

‘Thank you for your assistance,’ he said, his breath brushing her mouth. 

‘Any time,’ Molly replied breathlessly. 

He smirked, an action that Molly had never found attractive on a man… until now. He got off her and stood, extending a hand down to her. ‘The name’s Sherlock Holmes.’

She struck down the ridiculous disappointment that welled up when he moved off her and accepted his hand, letting him pull her to her feet. ‘Molly… Molly Hooper.’

If it was possible, she blushed darker when he didn’t release her hand, but grinned widely and said, ‘I’m in your debt, Molly Hooper.’

‘Oh, no, I-I’m happy I could help, don’t worry about it,’ she stammered and pulled her hand back to tuck her hair behind her ear.  

‘Sherlock, you twit, where are you?’ A hushed, angry call came from outside. 

Sherlock rolled his eyes. ‘I’d best be off then. My keeper calls.’

Molly tried to keep the disappointment from her face as he walked around her toward the door. ‘Right, of course. Erm, be safe. And try not to hang from any more buildings. I don’t want to see you on my slab any time soon!’ She giggled, but then her eyes widened in horror as she realised what she had said. ‘Oh, sorry, no! I-I just, I’m a specialist registrar, or I will be once I pass my finals tomorrow morning, and bodies that come in, dead ones, they’ll need to be autopsied on the slab, obviously, a-and god, I’m just going to stop talking now.’ She winced and covered her face, wishing for the ground to just swallow her up whole. 

‘Coffee. Black, two sugars.’

Molly froze in surprise, then slowly lowered her hand. Sherlock was watching her intently, a slight smile on his face. ‘Sorry?’

‘It will be most efficient for you to bring coffee with you tomorrow, bypassing the need to meet in a public place and deal with the ambient noise of the average stupid masses while discussing intelligent topics.’

Utterly at sea, Molly asked the only question her jumbled thoughts could put together. ‘Erm, where then are we meeting?’

‘221B Baker Street. 4pm.’ He flipped up his collar and winked. ‘And obviously if you’re buying coffee, it’s only fair that I pay for dinner.’

With a flourish of his coat, he spun on his heel and disappeared, her front door opening and slamming shut.

‘Wait a minute! I don’t even know you!’ Molly sprinted after him. She threw open the door and rushed out into the hall, only to find it completely empty. 

With a frown, she went back inside and shut the door, leaning against it. 

A mad man hanging from her window had just asked her out on a… date? Yes, it was definitely a date, she decided. And she would be just as mad to accept it! She didn’t know him or anything about him, except that he was running about at all hours of the night hanging from window ledges.

She would be crazy to go out with him… Wouldn’t she?

Only one way to find out.

A slow smile spread across her face.

To Baker Street it is then

lost without you.

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“What happened to you never walk alone?”

genre: angst

word count: 1.3k

So much happened before I could process anything. One minuted he was on the phone to me, the next there was a loud crash and the line went silent. “Yoongi! Yoongi! Answer me! Where are you?” After 20 minutes of the unknown, I received a call from an unknown number, “Hello, is this ___?” “Yes, is everything okay? Is Yoongi okay?” “I’m afraid he’s going to need to be operated on and he may be stuck in a coma. We don’t know how long this will last but we’ll make sure he’s okay.” “Can I come see him?” I replied, tears fogging my vision. “You may visit tomorrow, he will be going into surgery soon and I wouldn’t want you to wait hours until he comes out.” “Thank you.”

I couldn’t get a pinch of sleep, I was too worried about the accident. What if he was seriously injured? What if he wouldn’t remember me? What if he died?

Day One.

The next morning, I got myself prepared to go visit Yoongi after his surgery. I knew he wouldn’t be awake but I needed to see him more than anything else. I just needed to know that he was alive, that’s all.

As I entered his room, he had his own as his case was more severe than others, I saw his members gathered around his bed. “___, thank God you’re here.” Seokjin said as walked over to pull me into his embrace. “I’m sorry.” he whispered as he attempted to further comfort me. I didn’t say a word, I simply walked over to Yoongi who had so many things going into his body, he would’ve hated this if he were awake. “Yoongi, I just needed to know that you weren’t dead.” I said, tears subconsciously flowed from my eyes as I grabbed his left hand and held it in my own. The six of them held their heads low and were silent during this moment. “I promise, I’ll visit you everyday. I’ll make sure I do. I love you.” I told him before I planted a kiss on my forehead. “I wish there was some way I could stay longer but I have to go class and I know if he were awake he make me go, you know. For a better future or whatever. But I just want to stay here until he wakes up.” I said as I turned my attention to the six other men. “He would understand, don’t worry. You can always see him later.” Namjoon said, giving me a weak smile.

Day Six.

“It’s Saturday today. I can stay with you for a lot longer than usual as there’s nothing for me to do on Saturday’s. I usually spend them with you anyway.” I told him as I laid my head next to his right arm, I had my hand on his and rubbed his with my thumb. I missed him. If there was anything I could do to stop him and myself from suffering but it wasn’t my in my control.

Day Twenty-Three.

“It’s a week away from being a month since your accident and it doesn’t get any easier for anyone. Your parents are still worrying about you but I told them that you were improving so they could worry about their own health; you always put others before you, even when you need the most loving care.” I sobbed as I told him, not knowing whether or not he could hear me but I told him anyway, for my sake. “What happened to you never walk alone? What happened to being safe? I can’t even be mad at you, I just want you to get better so I can hold you in my arms again.”

Day Fifty-One.

“I’m back, baby. The doctor’s said you’re improving slightly but not much. Everyone misses you but they’re doing well. Your family told me that they are well and that I should take care of you until they can visit you. Holly’s doing quite well, although he’s not quite the same without you. As for you members, they seem to find it hard to carry on with their careers right now; they can’t bring themselves to do it without you so BTS is on halt for now as well. As for me, I’m still not okay, I get by, but I’m struggling.”

Day Seventy-Four.

“We’re well into the third month now. I’m glad that your body keeps fighting for you. Although I wish I could hear a response from you, even a sarcastic remark would make my day. That’s my favourite thing about you; you have this ‘I don’t care’ attitude but you’re the most caring person I know. I wonder what it’s like to have everyone care for you all at once, it must be overwhelming. Anyway, I’ve started to revise, your girlfriend has exams to take and she’ll be graduating soon.” I said as I weakly smiled at the lifeless body in front of me. “I miss you.”

Day Ninety.

“Three months. I don’t know how much longer this is going to last but I’ll hold on no matter what. I saw your family leave as I walked in. Your mother was in tears, I had to hold for a while, reassuring her that you could make it and that you were a fighter. I’ve also graduated uni now; I wish you could’ve been there. You would have been the proudest person there. ARMY have finally found out about the reason behind the BTS hiatus, many are upset and sending love your way. Hopefully this can help your recovery.”

Day One-Hundred-and-Thirty-Three.

“Where is he?” I asked as I left the room that Yoongi was supposed to be in. “Where is my boyfriend?” “He’s been moved to a shared room, his condition seems to have improved immensely over the past week.” “Please show me where he is.” “Mr. Min should be in this room.” I instinctively ran towards his bed and sat down on his right, like usual. I grabbed hold of his hand and rested my head by his side. Suddenly I felt movement. My head shot up and I called for a doctor. I held onto his hand tightly as he woke up from his coma; he was processing where he was and his eyes were adjusting to the light.

“Sir, do you remember your name?” the doctor asked him. “Min Yoongi.” “Date of Birth?” “9 March 1993.” “Do you remember who this lady by your side is?” he asked as he directed Yoongi’s focus over to me. “Of course, this lady here is my girlfriend, who visited me everyday since the accident occurred.” he smiled as he thumb rubbed my hand. “I’ll give the two of you a moment.” “You heard me?” I asked, tears welling up all over again, but this time for a good reason. “Everyday baby, everyday. I heard everything but I couldn’t speak or open my eyes. I was scared that you might have given up eventually but you didn’t. You stayed.” “I would never leave you, not ever ever for all of eternity.” “That’s a big statement.” he chuckled as he caressed my left cheek, wiping away a stray tear.

When he realised he was still in hospital he frowned, “What are all of these things in my arms?” “That kept you alive.” the doctor said as he reapproached us. “There will be many time where you will need to revisit the hospital, just to check up on you but let’s see if you can walk.”

Day Three-Hundred-and-Ten.

Last visit to the hospital. “Thank God this is the last one.” Yoongi laughed as he helped me out of the car. “I know, I’m glad it is. It’s a hassle to get here.” “Yet you did it everyday.” “It was okay since it was for you.”

The Promise of Paradise

By Skyler10

Summary: Rose is an art teacher missing her long-time boyfriend, PhD student John, while he is away on a research trip to Hawaii. Then she has the brilliant idea of surprising him after her summer break begins. Little does she know, he has a surprise of his own planned for her.

Notes: For @doctorroseprompts: reunions. Though do I really need an excuse to write pure fluffy beach/island fic? Not really. Getting an early start this year. ;) Also proposal fic because we can never have enough of those.

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Rain splattered onto the window sill next to Rose. She was safe and warm inside, but the grey skies matched the state of her heart. She felt a bit silly. She was a born Londoner. Dreary weather was in her blood, generations back. Even more so, she had always rolled her eyes at those girls who got so emotional over missing their boyfriends. It sounded so 13 to even think it. 

But here she was, cursing the time difference and counting down the days until his return as she clicked through photos of John’s most recent fishing trip in Hawaii. “Miss you! Love, Your Doctor,” he had signed off the email with her nickname for him. He had one more week of work, then two weeks of relaxation planned into the program’s schedule while others on his team finished their duties. Rose had asked (ok, maybe whined a bit. But only a bit!) if he could come back a tad early, but the team’s leaders wanted to minimize costs and simplify travel arrangements, and since it was all paid for by the university, John couldn’t really argue. He had to wait to travel home with the team.  

As much as it hurt her heart for him to be half a world away these last two months, she was so proud of him and happy for him that he had this opportunity. He was earning his doctorate, finishing up the last of a very prestigious research trip to the Mauna Kea observatories. It had a been great honor for him to be invited, and he was making vital connections for his career. Soon he really would be a “doctor,” and they would have a whole glorious summer together before they resumed teaching in the autumn.

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Epilogue | Tell Me - A Harry Styles Uni AU

Main Story page is here.

Song for the Playlist - Perfect by Ed Sheeran

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Word Count - 2000…ish

“I know you’re looking at me,” Eden murmured, keeping her eyes closed but with a little smile appearing on her face. It was like they had a sixth sense around each other or maybe Harry had just been quiet a little too long to be considered normal. He loved every sound she made, from her morning whines when he woke her up with gentle touches to the way she laughed with that cute giggle at every joke he told her, from the way she always spoke like nobody could ever waste her time to the way she moaned his name in bed.

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anonymous asked:

Are requests open?? Could you do a HC or write a little scenario where MC is childhood friends with the RFA and they haven't seen each other in ages, so they don't recognize them at first when they show up in the chat? I'd love to see this written in your style! Thanks so much :D

Hello everybody and so sorry I’ve been awol again. However, I wasn’t completely useless as I established some MC’s so everyone has their own girl with their own personality as they do in the game. You can get to know the MC’s here and a masterlist of all my work which is updated regularly here. I hope you enjoy and as always 



“You’re singing it wrong.” Despite the words having been spoken gently Hyun tensed with shock, instantly spinning around to see whom had spoken. Usually he’d been uninterrupted when staying behind after class to practice singing. He told his parents that he was staying late to study, which in itself wasn’t a lie, he just wasn’t studying for school. Apparently the silence had lasted too long as the girl’s friendly smile wavered a little and she cleared her throat. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you, but you had a little twist in words”, she continued, chuckling nervously. It was such a sweet sound, Hyun noted. Her voice was very soft and pleasant and it made him wonder what she sounded like while singing.

“Why don’t you sing it to me? I learn best by listening.” She blushed but gave a quick nod before clearing her throat and proceeding to sing. To this day Zen hadn’t heard a voice like that. Despite it being a traditional and complicated song the girl didn’t miss a single note, capturing him to the point he could merely stare in wonder. “W-who are you”, he’d asked, cheeks reddened. “My name is Macy Cain”, the girl had replied, bowing to him politely. “And you’re Hyun. I’ve been listening in on you for a while now. I’ve never heard such a pretty voice. I was really looking forward to hearing you perform at the summer festival, but it turned out you’re not in the choir. I was wondering why? It’s such a waste for you not to be.”

Usually Zen kept to himself but something about that sweet, little girl captivated him. That evening he told her about his parents and his brother, opening up his heart for the first time. Macy listened to his every word, never once judging or even interrupting. By the time the sun had started to set the two of them had talked for hours and Hyun felt a lot lighter around the heart. They talked like that every day, singing together in the empty classroom, a sacred moment shared between only the two of them. For three years their friendship lasted, until their ways parted when it was time to go to high school. That entire time though Macy never missed an opportunity to support and encourage Hyun. “You have to promise me something, yes? Follow your dreams and never give up. Your talent belongs on a stage and one day…one day I want to see you up there with the big ones.”

“Everyone, gather around. The live performance is starting”, Jaehee announced, getting all the members attention. Zen smiled down at you lovingly, offering a hand to help you up. You graciously accepted it, following him to the dance floor where everyone was gathering. You’d hired a band for the RFA party and they were about to open the dance floor with their first performance. Zen had already wrapped his arm around your middle, holding your hand in his when the woman began to sing. The two of you froze at the same time, both of you turning your gaze to the front. Zen’s eyes widened as he stared up at the stage, his silent gasp slowly turning into a smile as memories started to flood back in. Ah yes, that song, he’d heard it before. Zen closed his eyes for a brief moment, letting the music sweep him up. It was a sweet reminder of a much simpler time.

That is when it hit him. The faint sound of a familiar voice barely audible over the loud performer using the microphone at the front of room. It had changed, of course, matured over the years but it was nevertheless that sweet, gentle voice that had lulled him into safety all those years back. As he opened his eyes and turned to you the floor seemed to have been ripped away from under his feet. You were singing, lips moving as the melody fell from your mouth as easily as it did all those years ago. He couldn’t believe it. “Macy…”, Zen gasped, getting your attention. You stopped singing, turning your head to smile at him knowingly, just as gentle as you did in middle school. “It’s nice to see you again, Hyun. I’m so happy that you kept the promise you made to me. You really belong on the stage.” Zen laughed then, tears of joy gathering in his eyes. Who would have thought his first love would turn out to be his last.


Yoosung was shaking with excitement, eyes constantly shooting between the open LOLOL server and the clock on his wall. It was two minutes to midnight which meant two minutes until his online friend KillingInSpanish would come online. They’d met about four years ago during a big raid. Amidst all the fighting Yoosung had spotted the username AlmostEvil665 and burst out laughing for some reason. Over the years they’d changed their username according to whichever meme they currently found amusing, but Yoosung still called them Evil whenever they talked. Back then Yoosung’d been only twelve years old and LOLOL was a relatively new game. Therefor he’d been more than eager to find friends and form guilds and after watching AlmostEvil665 slay an entire team he decided that they were a good start and attempting to chat them up.

At first talking turned out to be a lot more complicated than expected. Neither of them was really fluent in English, but AlmostEvil665 wasn’t from Korea so English was their only option, really. Luckily the language wasn’t that hard to learn and it wasn’t like they were discussing philosophy and foreign politics. However, language barriers weren’t their only problem. Yoosung didn’t know exactly where Evil was from, but their time difference wasn’t definitely a huge issue. For a good month or so the two of them constantly seemed to miss one another in their log-in times. On top of that Evil was only allowed to use her computer for one hour a day, which made a wise choice all the more important. Eventually they’d settled on midnight to one in the morning and from that moment on Evil and Yoosung chatted every single day for four years without miss.

Actually, it was mostly Yoosung chatting at Evil. They never really talked much about themselves. Yoosung still didn’t know their age, gender or even location. While he talked to most people via Skype call, Evil was never able to join. Still, they always laughed about his jokes and never let him down, so he considered them a friend. Finally the green circle appeared beside their username, indicating that they were online. 
KillingInSpanish: Yo, have some gd news
SupremeYoosung: Rly? What?
KillingInSpanish: M movn 2 korea
SupremeYoosung: srsly?!
KillingInSpanish: ya
SupremeYoosung: cool! maybe we can meet?
KillingInSpanish: nah, man. be busy with uni n shit. + god knows where w r
SupremeYoosung: tru. still sad :(
KillingInSpanish: don’t be a baby.  at least you won’t have to wait till 12am
SupremeYoosung: lololol I do dat anyway
KillingInSpanish: srsly? Idiot
SupremeYoosung: :(
KillingInSpanish: dnt have time for yo crybabying. cmon, raid is waiting.
Yoosung was a little disappointed that he wouldn’t get to meet his friend, but he still felt happy knowing that even thought he didn’t know where they were exactly, the two of them would be closer together from that moment on.

When you logged into the chat the topic was yet again Yoosung’s LOLOL addiction. You sighed. Either you were being compared to his cousin – which, incest much?! – or you had to defend gamers all over the world because Yoosung was giving them a bad name with his horrendous gaming habits. Goddamn it, you played LOLOL too, but you knew where to draw the line. You sighed, reading through the messages from Zen and Jaehee, rolling your eyes when Seven joined in as well. Strangely enough, he said some things you actually agreed with. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I think Seven is right”, you wrote, earning yourself a surprised emoji from Seven and a crying one from Yoosung. He’s really cute and somehow you’d fallen in love with him, but sometimes he acted like a huge child. “I only play a single hour a day and I’m still ranked third on the Shooting Star server, so really being good doesn’t take a lot of effort.

“Hold on, you’re SediLusiVic”, Seven wrote in reply, followed by a seemingly endless streak of lolol’s. “Yeah, problem?” You were surprised that Yoosung had grown silent all of a sudden, but figured he was just busy with yet another raid or something.“Not at all, dude. It’s just that I’m Hacker God and Yoosung is SupremeYoosung. We have the three best players in the world in one chat. Kinda funny lololol.” In that moment you realized why Yoosung had grown so silent all of a sudden. He was probably trying to digest the same information as you were. You’d been friends with Yoosung for the past eight years. You’d been the one he’d whined to, the one he made jokes with, the one he’d waited until midnight to game with. You’d been wondering why he made you feel so safe and comfortable from the start! Then you laughed. “Hahahahahaha Yoosung once cried himself to sleep cause I got an item and he didn’t!” Eight years of embarrassing stories to share with his friends. Perfect!


When Jaehee first picked up Judo it was mainly because she’d seen a movie where someone did it and fell in love with the strength…and the pretty uniform. Yes, such thoughts were immature, starting a sport for the uniforms sake, but in Jaehee’s defense, she’d been only six years old at the time. It wasn’t easy at first, since Jaehee wasn’t really the sportive nor the particularly aggressive type. She soon came to understand though, that Judo was much more about getting to know and control your body as well as defense more so than offense. It was like a dam had been broken inside of her and a whole new level of enjoyment was added to the sport. From that point on she gave it her best, improving rather quickly. Merely two years into her training she was already fighting with the older children, something she was extremely proud of. It was also then that she met Myung-Dae Chang for the very first time.

Myung-Dae was different. For one she tended to not come to practice as regularly as everyone else, something that Jaehee could not stand. On top of that she constantly seemed distracted. Even when the teacher tried to show them a new move she was often found staring into the air, mindlessly playing with her long, wavy hair and smiling at everyone like some sort of lunatic. For years Jaehee tried to keep a distance from that girl, as Myung-Dae tended to freak her out. That was until the teacher paired the two of them up and Jaehee had no other choice but to fight against her. For all the times she’d assumed Myung-Dae to be irresponsible for not paying attention, thinking to herself that she’d easily be defeated in a one on one, Jaehee was proven wrong.

Myung defeated her so easily it was almost crushing. It all seemed to effortlessly, the way she moved and reacted. Jaehee didn’t even see the movements coming and then she was on her back. After the training session she went up to the girl, telling her that she’d done well and what her trick was. Myung had turned to her, smiling easily as if the were friends already. “You take everything too serious, Jaehee. Relaxation is key. If your mind is on edge then so is your body and that makes you more vulnerable than anything else.” Sadly, she never got to test out Myungs way of living her life, as soon after her parents died and Jaehee moved away leaving the dojo and everyone including Myung behind.

When you see Jaehee at the party for the first time you cannot believe your eyes. During the chat she’d already seemed familiar – everything from the way she talked and acted to the looks – but you couldn’t have been sure. Not when the pictures were so tiny and her name wasn’t particularly rare. However as she stepped onto that stage there was no second guessing on your part. This was the young girl that even back than had been so entirely lost in being perfect and pleasing everyone that she’d gradually killed herself. It hurt to know that from her teenage years up to that point she’d been stuck in that very same routine. You’d tried to help her as good as you could and you were happy that she’d quit that job that made her so unhappy and took years of her life, but at the same time you were worried about her future. That was until she pulled you aside and gave you a key that felt more like a key to her heart than it did to a simple café. How could you say no?

“I am so glad that you finally understand what I told you all these years ago”, you said, smiling down at the key in your hand. When you looked up Jaehee was frowning at you in confusion until you gave her that very particular smile and realization dawned on her. “Myung? Your hair and your glasses! You look so different!” You laughed, amused and wholeheartedly. “I could say the same thing about you, funnily enough. But let’s not dwell on such things. Just be happy that it is me you asked to join your team because let me tell you that I studied art and if there is one thing I can do better than anyone in the world than it is coffee art and decorating a cake.” This time it was Jaehee’s turn to smile, beam actually, and it melted your heart. “I can’t wait to see.”


“As you know, beneficial relationships are the core of every business ”, Chairman Han said, kneeling in front of his young son so the two of them were on eye level. Jumin was uninterested, sitting in his chair as straight as a stick, hoping that his father would finish his speech quickly so he could return to reading the book he’d started that morning. “You met someone new”, he assumed aloud, neither shocked nor particularly moved.“Something like that. There is a business partner of mine coming to town. He’s looking to expand his business to Korea and maybe settle down here. He’s bringing his wife and daughter. The girl is your age. I was thinking about inviting them over to dinner. Maybe you could get to know her a little bit, make a new friend.”

Jumin’s interest was peaked then. Not because he cared for girls, but because he could tell his father did. This was trouble and he knew it. Still, Jumin could hardly deny his father so he’d merely nodded and mentally prepared himself for the worst. By the time the family arrived he was in his finest tux, the food being prepared by the best of chef’s with the house having been cleaned to the point of sterility. Jumin had expected a lot of things, but he hadn’t expected her. Madeleine Campbell was well-mannered, quiet and seemingly rather patient. Despite having been forced into the same room, their parents not minding them whatsoever, neither of them really talked. Actually Jumin mostly ignored her. That was until she sat down beside him, one of his books in her hand, and began reading herself.

He forced himself not to look but after some time he couldn’t help himself, glancing over to see that the book was in English. “Are you from England”, he’d asked in slightly broken English. Madeleine had looked up, smiling at him with a nod. “Yes, I am”, she’d replied, voice melodic with the authentic accent Jumin only ever heard in movies. It was amazing. “Will you read the book to me? I like the way your voice sounds.” She’d nodded eagerly, beaming at the boy before beginning to read. It was hours later that their parents came to check up on the, finding both of them asleep, Madeleine leaning against the headboard with Jumin’s head in their lap. From that moment on, the two of them were inseparable. So much so, that their parents arranged a future engagement. Sadly, it never came to that as the two families lost touch when Mr. Han met a woman that did not approve of such ties and ordered them cut. Jumin never heard of his friend again.

“My father will love you, I am sure”, Jumin assured his fiancée, a warm smile curling about his lips. You’d been nervous about meeting him the entire day now. Actually, you’d been nervous about meeting him for a week. Jumin had asked you to marry him without asking his fathers permission first and while he’d assured you that even without it his feelings for you wouldn’t change, you couldn’t help but worry. After all, their relationship had already been strained thanks to all the drama with the Choi sisters. Having him turn up with a sudden fiancée couldn’t possibly be helpful. Still, Jumin insisted and you weren’t capable of denying him anything, really. Especially since he was more than willing to gave you the world and some more. As you were lead to your table you saw a familiar face sitting at one of them by himself, coming to a sudden halt.

“Mr. Chairman, how are you? I haven’t seen you in over a decade”, you said, getting the mans attention. The man instantly got up, shaking your hand and beaming at you. “Maddy, dear, what a beautiful young woman you’ve turned into. Don’t tell me it’s you my son told me about”, he said, laughing lightly. That is when your face fell, turning to look at Jumin who was looking at you with a small, knowing smirk in return. “Hanny?!” Back then Jumin had introduced himself as Han Jumin, leading you to believe his name was Han, resulting in the nickname Hanny. Your childhood friend, the one your parents had wanted you to marry to begin with, was now your fiancé Jumin. Well, life sure was ironic. “Hah, I knew the two were a match made by heaven. Call your father. He officially owes me a 10.000.000 Won.” Needless to say that you had Mr.Han’s full and wholehearted blessing. Jumin had never been that delighted over a silly bet in his life.


“I always see you after mass, praying by yourself when everyone is long gone. You seem…sad?” The voice, however quiet, surprised him, causing Saeyoung to turn around and look for the source only to find a girl about his age. “I can’t really do much but when I feel sad I go in there”, she continued, pointing to the confessional. “You can tell an adult your worries and he’ll make it better, take away your sins.” Saeyoung frowned, looking over at the thing she’d pointed it. To him it was just like the closet his mother tended to lock him into sometimes when she got mad. There was nothing in the world that would get him to go in there. He shrugged it off, shaking his head. “I don’t believe in these kind of things. I thought that praying to God might help, but so far it hasn’t. It’s illogical anyway, to believe in God.”

The girl blinked then, turning her head to the side and mustering curiously. “Well, that might be true”, she replied, obviously in thought. “but praying to God is not like a magical cure to your problems. That isn’t how it works. God won’t solve your issues for you. What he can do is give you strength though, to solve them yourself. If that’s not enough, you can ask me for help. I’m definitely real so…”, she said, shrugging. She seemed so sincere and Saeyoung seriously wondered what she got out of it. He wanted to tell her off, send her away, when suddenly his stomach began to growl. A little ashamed off it Saeyoung frowned, looking away quickly as to hide his blush. There was a tap on his shoulder then before a sandwich was being held out to him. She put it into his hand and closed his fingers around it so it wouldn’t fall, smiling sincerely.

“Miyagi, come on. We have to go home, sweetheart.” It was her mother, Saeyoung assumed. Miyagi, so that was her name. “Well, I have to go now, but I’ll be back here tomorrow. I’ll bring you something better to eat then. Bye bye.” She ran off and Saeyoung was half convinced he would never see her again, the thought leaving him strangely sad. He was proven wrong. Day after day she came to him after mass, bringing him increasingly more complicated and delicious food. He never thanked her properly and when he left to work for the agency without a word of goodbye he hated himself a little for it. Especially when heard that mere days later her parents died.

When Seven wrote down his real name in the chat your eyes widened. Saeyoung Choi. You’d heard that name before. Now many people would argue how over twenty percent of the Korean population shared the same surname and that Saeyoung wasn’t rare either, but you knew better. The name Luciel should have tipped you off already, but now you were a hundred percent sure. You dropped your phone and jumped off the bed, running out to the main room where Seven was still sitting in front of the PC, frowning down at the phone after you’d so quickly fled the chat. “Saeyoung Choi? Saeyoung Choi?! I cannot believe that you are Saeyoung Choi. We went to church together until one day you just disappeared. I thought you were dead!” That is when Seven put two and two together as well, staring at you with wide eyes. “You? You’re the little girl that brought me food every day. You changed your name!”

You froze, tilting your head to the side in confusion. “No, I did not. Mi-Hi Cha.” He shook his head. “No, I remember your mother calling you Miyagi.” You blinked before bursting into laughter. “Idiot! She called me Mi Agi. It was the pet name she gave me. Miyagi isn’t even Korean.” You couldn’t stop laughing about how silly of a situation it was to meet your childhood friend that way and apparently Seven agreed as he joined in. “Damn it. All these years I thought you were some nice Japanese girl.” For a while the two of you laughed until it eventually died down, the atmosphere turning serious. With tears in your eyes the two of you closed the distance, pulling each other into tight hugs. Neither of you had ever forgotten the other, instead spending a life long worrying only to reunite in such a manner. “I never got to say thank you or return the kindness you ave me”, Seven whispered. “So from now you, please accept my body and soul. Agi…”

*Agi is a Korean pet name us as baby (actually meaning toddler and infant)

Imagine being your boyfriend Jamie’s training officer for the day

(A/N: Hope you enjoy this. I know that the schedule says that a Rafael one should be coming up but unfortunately someone 😒😒 accidentally deleted the folder with all of my saves. I’m trying to salvage/ rewrite basically all 8 so I’m going to be posting out of order unless I can get them all back. Sorry about this but I’m still going to try and post two a week for you while I’m away) 

Imagine being your boyfriend Jamie’s training officer for the day

“Hey,” Sonny greeted for the first time that day as he walked up from you from the entrance of the squad-room, “Do you know what that meeting at 9 is about?”

“Well, good morning to you too,” You smirked as you took a sip of coffee.

“Sorry,” Sonny apologised half-heartedly as he took off his coat and sat down at his desk.

“Well?” You prompted.

“Good morning to you too, Y/N,” He calmed half-heartedly, a chuckle on his lips.

“Thank you,” You grinned triumphantly, “And yes I do,”

“Well?” He prompted, mocking you tastefully.

“It’s about the new officer training programme,” You informed, “You know the one where detectives from Specialised units takes on a uniform who wants to go into said unit for a day. It’s supposed to give the uniform a realistic taste of what the job is actually like and it’s also supposed to refresh the detective and remind them why they love what they do,”

“Seriously?” Sonny asked.

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TIMELINE: February 2012

Wow. Your eyes are not deceiving you. I actually finally got this timeline done almost 6 months after I posted January 2012. That’s in part to album promo, the holidays, etc., but also due, in large part, to the scope and length of this timeline. As I’ve progressed through 2011 and into 2012, there are much more articles, tweets, pictures and videos to wade through and make sense of. 

But I think this one will be worth it.

August 2011 was what I call “bulletproof weeks.” February 2012 had a similar feel. Harry had “broken up” with Caroline at the very end of January (the same day he flew to America to start his American career wow what a coincidence) and Louis and Eleanor were barely half-assing it. These 4 weeks are so important, as I believe they were the last weeks they had where they were able to publicly display the reality and nature of their relationship without a lot of negative consequences. 

And they did not hold back.

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The Summer Epilogue Part One (32/33)

The Summer (32/33) | Dan Howell has spent the last three summers at Camp Bergamot, but it’s never been quite like this before. This year, he faces a summer full of new friends, a new relationship, and an entirely new view on his own sexuality. Perhaps Camp Bergamot should be renamed camp self discovery for all the changes Dan has gone through, but one thing’s for sure - despite all the hiccups and the drama, he just might have found the love of his life. | Phan | Mature | Smut, Misunderstandings, Insecurity, Panic Attacks, Bullying, Minor Violence, Physical Fight | 300,000+ Words

Disclaimer: In no way do I claim that this is real or cast aspersions on Dan or Phil.

This Part: 27,072 Words

For reference, @botanistlester is Dan, @snowbunnylester is Phil.

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Warnings: angst, misunderstandings, paranoia, fingering, barebacking, bdsm, sensory deprivation, light airplay, praise!kink, handcuffs, blindfolds

Chapter Thirty-Two: Epilogue Part One

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Professer Irwin!

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Warning: Smut!

Summary: Y/N sees her professor at a club and the next day at school she can’t stop thinking about him. 


You saw him about 30 minutes ago, hoping he wouldn’t see you, you were 18 and having a night out with your best friends. Yes, by 3 years you were underage but you had fake ID and you didn’t expect your extremely attractive science teacher to be in a this club.

Professor Irwin had started last year and you’d been intrigued by his bubbly personnel. He always wore a long white lab coat and them stupid plastic goggles. All the girls would fawn over him especially me. But tonight he was wearing a sexy leather jacket with black skinny jeans and a black tank top.  His hair was nicely swept back which was revealing his arousing stubbly beard and hazel eyes.

He was surrounded by three of his mates, which they all were clung to a girl and professor Irwin looked lonely. I walked over to the bar ordering a shot and chugging it back. Even though it was a school night, It was thursday and you’d finished your last exam today. Tomorrow was your last day of full lessons. Yes you still had to go in, but most of tomorrow will be spent watching films or just talking to everyone and saying goodbye. 

“Should you be here?” I heard a gruff voice come behind me, I turned a round to be met with a beautiful pair of hazel eyes boring into my skin. I saw him quickly check me out before his eyes met mine. Today I had worn my tight grey dress which had a cut out showing off my boobs, it was one of my favourite dresses as it showed off everything. I leant on the bar smiling at him innocently.

“You’re not going to tell me off are you?”

“You’re underage Miss Y/L/N” He sternly said, I pouted at him as he looked over to his friends who were making out with the girls they were with. In a way I felt sorry for him, I felt exactly the same. I wasn’t the best looking out of my friends and they were all off with there boyfriends, the few that weren’t were on the dance floor.

“I’m only underage by 3 years, plus no one here knows” He looked back at me and gave a sad smile. 

“I won’t tell if you don’t” I smiled biting my lip. He shook his head and I called the bartender to get me two beers. He brung them over and I gave one to Professor Irwin. Who looked at me sceptically as I gave the bartender the change.

“Y/N I can’t take this”

“It will be our little secret Sir, why are you sad?” Professor Irwin cautiously looked at me before sitting on the barstool next to me. 

“Well every time I come out with my friends they always manage to hook up with someone, all three of them and I’m not into that. I want to find the one you know, the one who will make me happy no matter what”

“Ok but what if you find a really attractive girl who makes you hard as a rock and all you want to do is fuck her” 

“I’m not talking about this with you” he laughed, sipping on beer. His perfect lips wrapping around the end and tilting his head back showing off his perfectly sculptured jaw.

“Why not, its not like your friends are much interested” I spoke as he looked back over to them. Two pairs were leaving and the other one with red hair was dancing with his girl on the dance floor.

“Well, they’re just a bunch of losers who still attend uni, they’re younger then me one is even 19 there other 2 are 20″

“Oh do you think I could hook up with one of them, its been a while”

“Don’t even go there”

“What you scared of, I’m not exactly a virgin, I love a good cock thrusting into me and your friend with the blonde hair is pretty fit, they all are really”

“Really?” He asked questionably and swallowing thickly

“Yeah” I half moaned. I threw my head back taking a sip of the beer and placing it down onto the counter, I licked my lips tasting the beer remains. I saw Professor Irwin’s eyes look over my tongue and his jaw clench as he looked down at his lap. I saw my friend run over to me as she told me we were going. I downed the rest of my beer  placing it down on the side grabbing my purse. 

“Goodbye Sir”

“See you tomorrow in class” he smiled, I reached up kissing him on the cheek before smirking at him and leaving him sat there watching me saunter out of the club. I made sure to shake my ass and I turned round at him and he was laughing shaking his head at me. I winked at him and left the club.

I had just finished my last ever maths lesson and honestly I just felt so tired, at least I only had one ever lesson left to go. My last lesson was Scince as much as I love science I had been dreading ever since Professor Irwin saw me last night. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about what he said, what if I could change the way he feels and give him an night he won’t forget. God I have so many visions of him fucking me. He’s so good looking…and his fucking smile, his hair and his beard. I rubbed my head in frustration as I entered the science lab. I looked at the front row of girls and today they looked like they’re jaws were going to fall off.

I looked out to what they were looking at and I bit my lip. Professor Irwin was wearing a black shirt and black skinny jeans and his hair was combed back. Obviously the girls had never seen him in casual wear and he was a tasteful sight. I went and took my seat at the back of the class.

The whole lesson was Proffeser Irwin congratulating us on all our exams and giving us pep talks about what the future holds. To be honest I wasn’t even paying to what he was saying, I was watching his lip and the way his hands moved as he spoke about something he was passionate about, like what he did when he left school.

The final bell had rang and all the students had ran out of the school, celebrating, now that they had finally left. Me however I was sat at my desk slowly putting away my books into my bag as Professor Irwin packed away his things. I walked over to his desk as he looked up at me. 

“Well I guess this is goodbye” I said smiling at him sweetly.

“Last night, why did you kiss me?”

“You have kissable cheeks I guess” I blushed, not wanting to tell him the actual reason.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said” he started getting up from his chair and moved his way round to the front, sitting on the desk. I walked forward, tilting my head at him. “I found someone who makes me hard, all I want to do is fuck her, but theres a problem”

“Whats the problem?” I asked him placing my bag on the desk next to me and sitting on the desk opposite Professor Irwin.

“She’s a student at my school, she’s in my science class. But fuck she’s amazing, smart and she has this beautiful ass” he groaned, looking at me but now his eyes seemed darker the usual. I got what he was getting at as I stood up and walked forward standing in-between his leg.

“Technically, as of this minute, she’s not your student no more” I whispered edging my face forward. Our breaths mixed together as I lightly swiped my lips against his. He grabbed the back of my neck pulling me forward and crashing his lips to mine. I moaned, wrapping my arms around his waist leaning into him. His other hand came around to my ass pulling me close to him as his tongue entered my mouth. He tasted like peppermint and chocolate, and his lips were soft and felt like I was kissing a cloud. 

“Professor Irwin” I moaned detaching our lips

“Call me Ashton” He kissed over my neck and both his hands came under my skirt grasping my ass cheeks. I ran my hands through his soft hair as his fingers toyed with my panties pulling them down my legs. His fingers came up to my pussy, swiping his fore finger against my folds. Due to me thinking about Ashton all morning my pussy was already wet. Ashton backed his face away from me running his fingers over my folds.

“You’re already wet?” he questioned raising an eyebrow at me

“Have you met my science professor? God he’s so fucking hot” I whimpered reaching forward and unbuttoning his shirt. He let out a groan turning me around to where he was sitting and now he was stood in-between my legs. I pushed his shirt off his shoulders as it fell to the floor and Ashton pulled my shirt apart, a few buttons flying across the room. His lips instantly attached to my boobs, I shrugged off my shirt and leaning back on my elbows as Ashton sucked on my skin. Ashton reached around un pinging my bra and slowly smoothing it down my arms and pulling the cups away from my breasts and groaned.

“So perfect” His hands came around tweaking my nipples and rolling them in his fingers. He leant down sucking onto my nipple and I felt him slowly grind into me. He pulled my nipple, letting go and attaching his lips back to mine. I stroked my way down his chest feeling his few hairs and his muscles, loving the way his body tensed under my touch.  I tugged on his belt bringing him closer. 

“Ashton” I whined

“Yeah baby”

“I want you”

“What do you want?”

“Your fingers and mouth” 

“Is that so?” he grinned like a cheshire cat getting onto his knees. He inhaled my scent licking a line to my pussy circling his tongue over my clit. I let out a whimper as he paused looking up at me and smirking.

“Beg for it”

“Oh god-Ashton I want you so bad, I want you mouth, your fingers and your cock, just like I imagined” He growled sucking onto my clit and kitten licked between my folds, my eyes rolled to the back of my head as his pink lips were attached to my glistening pussy. His long fingers were rubbing small circles on my thighs and keeping them wide open as I kept trying to close them due to the pleasure. I felt his stubble scratch my entrance and I clenched my thighs around his face, it felt fucking amazing.

“More” I whined, he nuzzled in further licking over my entrance and swirling his tongue around my walls teasingly. He moved back up to my clit as I felt his long fingers lap at my juices.

“Suck” He said bringing his fingers to my mouth. I placed them in my mouth making sure to coat them and licking over the tips. He pulled them out and bringing them back to my pussy and delving one finger in. His fingers were so long, which meant they were touching all the right places deep inside me. 

“Oh fuck” I moaned, Ashton grumbled sending my legs trembling around him. He entered another finger thrusting into me. I let out whimpers as he looked up at me smirking. I bit my lip as I saw my essence over his chin and around his mouth. He wiggled his tongue and started to curl his fingers in me. 

The combined pleasure of his fingers pumping in and out of me and his tongue flicking my sensitive bud was enough to put me over the edge. I rocked into him and leant back on his desk.

“I’m going to cum”

“You better fucking not” He moaned. His fingers slid out of my pussy and he pressed one last kiss to my clit. I gave a whimper and pouted. I was so close and he decided to make me hold up.

“What why?” 

“I want you to cum around my cock” he said biting his lip and standing up. He undid his belt pulling it out of the belt loops and throwing it on the floor. Then he pulled down his trousers along with his boxers. His dick stood proud and leaking out pre-cum, the sight was mouth watering and I reached out slowly jerking him off. I tilted my head back as he sucked on my lip.  

“You’re so perfect Y/N, you know that right?”

“As are you Ashton” I moaned as he tugged at my hand making me pulling off him.

“Bend over the desk for me” I did as he said bending over the desk and bunching up my skirt above my hip. He came behind me with a foil packet tearing it open and rolling the condom onto his dick. He pushed into me grabbing my hips and slapping my ass lightly. 

“Fuck sir”

“You like that Y/N?”

I grabbed a hold of the edge of the desk as Ashton thrusted into my hole, there was a crude sound of squelching and the occasional sound of our skin slapping together. I edged as far as I could onto him and I felt his balls blow against my clit. He stroked over my ass and lightly spanking me once again.

“Feels amazing Y/N” he groaned tucking his hand around to rub my clit, I lifted up leaning my head on his shoulder and bouncing off him. Ashton’s dick rubbed against my walls as he clasped my ass squeezing it in his hands and rolling his hips into mine. I felt his tip hit my g-spot and I rammed my ass into his hips. 

“There Ashton” I screamed.  He let out several groans, rubbing my clit at a faster pace. I looked down at my knuckles, which were turning white from the pressure that I was clingy onto the side of the desk. My breathing started to pick up as I felt my legs start to shake. I let out a scream and came hard around his dick as I felt him harshly grab my ass. I heard him let out a animalistic groan and cum in the condom inside me. He slowly pulled out of me, taking off the condom. He tied it up putting it in the bin but making sure to cover it up with a few bits of paper.

“Fuck you’re incredible” He groaned pulling up his trousers

“Well I’m glad you found someone who gets you hard and can make you cum”

“So next week, you busy?”