genre : university au, academic rivals to lovers (rivals not enemies because they respect each other), slow burn, fluff, angst.
warnings : reader has a very bad relationship with her mother, insecurities, talk about murder but as a joke, mention of alcohol, reader has she/her pronouns.
summary : Your studies were your lifeline for as long as you can remember. What happens when Minho comes into your life and rips it away from you?
word count : 20k
Author's note : I've been working on this fic on and off for the past two months, so if you do enjoy reading, please let me know. asks, comments, reblogs i read them all and they truly make me the happiest <3 (also i based this off my own college experience, where we study two terms and there is one person on top of the class every semester)
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synopsis: summers at camp half-blood are never dull—especially when there’s a cute boy at every corner.
pairing: 00 line x reader
genre: fluff, angst
author’s note: back at it again with another 00 line series because i like pain! i recently discovered my old copy of the last olympian in the depths of my messy room, and i knew i had to do a camp half-blood au (edit: percy jackson is getting a disney+ series so i guess i’m psychic). i wanted to make the fic names resemble rick riordan’s chapter titles, and they’re kind of cringe but i tried my best. like my avatar series, the fics are standalones and can be read in any order (though you might miss a couple of easter eggs here and there)!
important: this may not be 100% accurate to the camp halfblood in the books because i needed to bend some rules/traditions for the flow of the story. hardcore stans, please don’t get mad at me!
as the self-proclaimed matchmaker of camp half-blood, you have had a 100% success rate with all of your matches. your current project is finding a date for your best friend, huang renjun—a prickly smart aleck that perfectly fits the child of athena stereotype. unfortunately for you, he seems to be hellbent on tarnishing your perfect record. his refusal to get a girlfriend prompts you to come up with all sorts of conspiracy theories (alien abduction, ghost possession, lizard people etc.) in an attempt to crack the code that is renjun. even though you’re able to create these insane scenarios inside your head, you can’t seem to realize the glaringly obvious: renjun is in love with you.
ever the perfectionist, you take your job as the head counselor of the athena cabin very seriously. unlike others, your summers at camp half-blood are when you are at your absolute busiest. you don’t have a moment to rest, constantly running around to make sure everything is perfect. but the gods seem to have a twisted sense of humor, throwing a wrench into your meticulous schedule in the form of an unconscious boy right in front of the entrance of the camp. because you’re the one who discovers him and the fact that he’s taken a liking to you, you’re tasked with looking after him—donghyuck—until his godly parent claims him. you become a sort of mentor to him, despite your initial protest. his presence eventually goes from a nuisance to a solace to you, and you find yourself wishing he could stay by your side.
after a mission gone awry, you’re severely injured and rushed to the infirmary. you have an extremely close brush with death (and your father), but you manage to somehow survive. once you come to, you find out your life was saved by the camp half-blood’s golden boy, na jaemin—the unspoken favorite son of apollo and the infirmary’s most talented healer. you want nothing more than to get back to your mission, but you can’t get past jaemin. even though everything he says is delivered with a sweet smile, you find him to be quite terrifying. during your recovery period, he does his best to try and befriend you, but you’re making it quite difficult for him. you really don’t want anything to do with him, in fear of misunderstanding his kindness for something else. but you know, and so does he, that it’s only a matter of time.
being the daughter of the goddess of victory, winning is literally life or death for you. when it comes to battle prowess, you’re close to unmatched. the only one who can give you a run for your money is lee jeno—the frustratingly handsome son of ares, who also happens to be your greatest rival. you’ve been duking it out with him since your first meeting, turning everything into a competition. the two of you easily cement yourselves as the top two warriors at camp half-blood, which is why you get paired together for a top secret mission: to retrieve the stolen golden fleece. both of you reluctantly agree to a truce for the sake of the camp. however, the more time you spend with him, the more your hatred for him seems to dwindle. you tell yourself that the fog of war is just getting to you, but deep down, you know it’s something more.
“you’re such an asshole!” you holler after bad boy!jeno as he tries to get on his motorcycle and drive away. “you know that my best friend is in love with you, and you confessed to me in front of her like that anyway!”
jeno sighs as he sits with his helmet between his legs. he takes out a box of cigarettes from his jacket pocket and places one between his lips. he doesn’t light it though, instead turning to look at you with a cold expression. “and what does that have to do with me?”
“you’re not even sorry,” you say incredulously, “after breaking her heart like that?”
“what do you suggest i do then? confess to her instead? when i don’t even like her?” he asks, the cigarette bouncing between his lips every time he talks.
“no, but -”
“i like you, and i know you like me too,” he says bluntly.
“you’re delusional,” you hiss, shaking your head.
without a single word, jeno gets up and walks over to you until his body is only inches away from yours. he looms over you and you have to crane your neck to meet his stare. refusing to back down, you stare up defiantly at him, telling him with your eyes that you aren’t intimidated. his expression is stormy, but he appears more hurt than angry.
“yeah?” he whispers harshly. “then look me in my eyes like you are now and tell you you don’t like me.”
“i already did,” you shoot back, reaching up to pluck the cigarette from his lips. you flick it to the ground and he catches your wrist. his fingers are cool and his grip is weak.
“no, you didn’t,” he states.
you glare at him, racking your brain for an insult.
“and you’re not even fighting this,” he points out, holding your wrist up.
“i’m just humoring you, so your ego isn’t bruised. aren’t i kind?” you say sweetly but there’s a venomous bite to it.
“you’re changing the subject, y/n. all you have to do is tell me you don’t like me, and i won’t ever bother you again. i swear it,” he promises.
“alright then,” you start, wetting your lips nervously, “i -”
your words abandon you as you look into his stormy brown eyes. four words and he’s out of your life forever, yet you can’t bring yourself to say them. you’re trying so hard to hate him, but seeing him now is doing the opposite for you. the two of you gaze at each other, both with longing in your eyes, for only a few seconds longer before jeno’s hand falls from your wrist and he steps back.
“that’s what i thought. come find me when you’re ready to face the truth.”
// this was inspired by william and noora from skam
Genre: Fluff, a lil bit of angst, College!AU, mentions of Pianist!Yoongi but that’s not the main plot
Word Count: 3.1k
Request: “Could I request a one shot Yoongi? Yoongi has been having a really hard time sleeping recently, and so has reader so they make an agreement to be each other’s teddy bears so they can go to bed. They’re pretty good friends, so it shouldn’t be awkward, but it is until they get used to it and one of them realizes they like the other (you can choose who) and claims that they can sleep again, but they’ve gotten worse because they’re used to sleeping by the other and it hurts to be this far away now??”
A/N: This request has been in my ask box for a while now, I’m so sorry. Anyway, I woke up today and felt like writing it, so I hope this is what you had in mind and that you enjoy 😅
“Yeah?” you mindlessly answered your phone as you shoved a handful of popcorn into your mouth.
“Yeah? That’s it?”
Yoongi’s voice made you instantly stop chewing and hurried to swallow, taking your phone away from your ear to check the ID number you hadn’t bothered to look at before — your heart racing when you confirmed it was indeed him, and then rushing to put the phone back against your ear.
“No ‘hey, Yoongs’ or that obnoxious pet name you always call me?”
At that, you could only roll your eyes.
“You love it when I call you ‘honey bear’ and you know it” you daringly squinted your eyes, knowing well enough he could not see you. “Don’t act like you hate the name you’ve so honorably earned, Min Yoongi”.
“Whatever,” he was quick to change the subject, stealing a proud smile from you, “can I come over?”
Just like that, your smile was gone. “Oh, um… I’m kind of busy right now with one of my projects, so—”
“I can hear you eating right now…”
“Can’t I eat while I work on something else?” your reply sounded way more defensive than you had intended.
“Okay” he acted like he believed you for a moment, “and what about that lame ass movie I can hear playing in the background?”
“Pitch Perfect is not lame, take that back”.
Hearing him chuckle on the other side of the line made your heart flutter, just like it did whenever you heard that sound that had grown to be your favourite.
“Look, can I come over or not? It’s pretty late and I have a presentation tomorrow, but I can’t sleep without you in my arms”.
You bit down on your lower lip; loving to hear such words coming out of your mouth yet hurting at the reminder of them not meaning what you wanted them to mean.
“I was thinking, um…” you uncomfortably shifted on your seat, “maybe you could get a stuffed animal to cuddle at night instead?”
You didn’t need to see his face to know there was currently a frown adorning it.
“A stuffed animal?”
“Mhm…” you hummed softly, “I uh, I got one already. A teddy bear. It’s pretty cute, actually”.
“You’re replacing me with a teddy bear? Seriously?” although he had tried to sound teasing, you could still hear some kind of hurt in his voice. “So this means you don’t want us to sleep together anymore?”
You stayed silent for a couple of seconds.
“I just… I’ve been doing better at falling asleep lately” you lied, “and I think it’s not good for us to be so dependent on each other, so…”
“Okay…” his voice alone let you know how taken aback he was by your statement, “if that’s what you want…”
“Yeah…” you whispered almost inaudibly. It was not what you wanted at all, but it was for the best.
“But, um… can I still come over tonight?” he wondered, causing your heart to skip a beat. “I don’t have a stuffed animal with me right now and I really need to sleep…”
