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littlegochu · 2 months ago

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my ride │ jjk 18+

"Don’t forget who you belong to."

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader (f)

genre: mafia male lead, empowered female lead, established kinda (downbad but cold jungkook)

rating: 18+, smut (sluuuuuuutyyyyyy sex, dirty talk, doggy, tied up, marking up, all that good stuff)

synopsis: He's not the kind of man you fall for. He's the kind you survive.

Jeon Jungkook doesn't love gently. He loves like fire-hot, wild, and uncontrollable. The first time Y/N meets him, it's supposed to be a one-night mistake. A beautiful stranger with inked arms, a wicked mouth, and eyes that burn right through her.

But one night turns into obsession, and obsession turns into a cage disguised as protection. He doesn't ask to be in her life. He decides. Every move she makes, he watches. Every man who looks at her, he remembers. And every time she thinks about walking away, Jungkook reminds her exactly why she never will. He's toxic. Possessive. Wrong in every way. And he's the only thing that's ever felt right. Because the truth is-Y/N doesn't want soft. She wants ruin. And Jungkook? He was built to destroy.

Y/N didn't think he'd come back. Not after that night. Not after the way she touched him like she didn't care and left like she wouldn't look back. But Jeon Jungkook isn't the type of man you forget — and definitely not the type to let you go first.

Since then, it's been unspoken — they're something. She doesn't call it exclusive. Doesn't call it anything. But he shows up after every shift. Every night. Waiting in the dark just to drive her home.

Until tonight.

She took a cab. Alone. Without telling him.

And Jungkook? He's livid. Not because she left — but because she didn't wait. Because ever since that night, Y/N's been his — even if she won't say it out loud.

She's fire, and she thinks she can walk away. But Jungkook's never been good at letting things he wants slip through his fingers.

And tonight, he plans to remind her exactly who she belongs to.

I'm still staring at the screen when I hear the knock — just once. Firm. Final. The kind of knock that doesn't ask if you're home, it tells you to open the door.

I do.

My heart skips. Jumps. Collides with my ribs like it's trying to escape.

Because there he is.

Not in a suit. Not in one of those soul-stealing, mafia-drenched outfits that scream, I own the night and everything in it.

No.

He's in gray sweatpants and a fitted black long sleeve. Simple. Understated. Dangerous. It's unfair how good he looks doing absolutely nothing. Like he could've stayed in, but decided ruining me in loungewear sounded more fun.

His shirt clings to his chest like it's scared to let go. Sleeves shoved up, revealing the ink wrapping around his forearms like sins he wears proudly. His hair's a mess — that hot, chaotic kind of mess that says I've been thinking about you all night and not in a tender way.

And the way he's looking at me?

Like I betrayed him.

Like I didn't just get in a cab — I stabbed him in the back on the way out. Like I'm the sin he regrets loving, but still wouldn't give up if you held a gun to his head.

'Yes?' I say, because apparently sarcasm is my only functioning defense mechanism.

His jaw ticks once. 'You left.'

Oh. Great. He's leading with that.

I cross my arms. 'Nice to see you too.'

He steps inside without asking — because of course he does — and shuts the door behind him with a quiet click. Not a slam. Not a bang. Just... quiet. Controlled. Scary. The kind of quiet that feels louder than shouting. The kind of quiet that makes your spine straighten instinctively.

'You were busy,' I blurt, already regretting it.

He's walking toward me now — slow, steady, and terrifyingly calm. Like a storm that's already decided where it's going to land.

'I told you I'd come get you.'

'And I told you I can handle myself.'

His jaw tightens again. Just slightly. But I feel it. That tension radiating off him like heat from a fuse that's burning too close to the powder.

I hate how attractive he is when he's mad. Actually, no — I hate how attractive he is all the time. It's exhausting.

His voice dips, low and lethal. 'Baby, you call me — I come get you. It's that simple.'

I blink. 'You act like I abandoned you on the side of the road. I got in a cab, Jungkook. A licensed one. With an old man who offered me gum.'

He doesn't smile. Doesn't blink. Just stands there and smirks.

"You don't leave without me. You just don't."

My brain queues up with a comeback — something about not realizing I'd been claimed like a mafia — but it dies a fast death the second he steps in close.

He smells like soap, skin, and something darker. Something sharp that makes your blood heat and your knees question their own integrity.

He halts just inches away, so close I can feel the low, controlled fury humming beneath his skin. He raises a hand — slow, deliberate — and places it on my jaw. Not rough. Not sweet either. Firm. Commanding. The kind of touch that doesn't ask for permission because it already knows it has it.

He tilts my face toward his. His thumb brushes lightly along my cheek, but I can feel the pressure behind it. The tension in his fingers like he's holding back a thousand things he's not allowed to say.

His eyes drop to my lips, slow and possessive. But he doesn't kiss me. Not yet. No, he's savoring the moment before the ruin.

"You think I wait outside your bar every night just for fun, hm?"

My breath catches. I can't even pretend to be annoyed. Not when his other hand slides up the back of my neck and settles there, fingers curving over the base of my skull like he's grounding himself. Or claiming territory. Maybe both.

"You walked away from me like you don't know what that does to me," he says, and the sound of it — low and cracked just slightly — makes my stomach twist. "Like I wouldn't burn this fucking city down if someone else tried to touch what's mine."

The air between us feels charged — like if I speak too loudly, it'll all ignite.

"Next time," he breathes against my ear, "You wait for me. Yes, baby?"

I nod. Because thinking is no longer an option.

But he doesn't move.

His hand tightens just a little. "Words."

"Yes," I whisper. "I get it."

And that's all he needs.

When Jungkook finally kisses me, it's not gentle. It's claiming. It's not I missed you.

It's Don't forget who you belong to.

His lips crush into mine like he's been holding it back all night — like punishing me with silence didn't work, so he's resorting to punishment by pleasure instead. I feel his mouth — hot, consuming, feeling the smirk he makes when he finally gets what he wants.

I don't even realize he's backing me into the wall until my shoulders hit it.

I know exactly what this is.

This is Jungkook teaching me the true meaning of dominance.

He hikes up my skirt, exposing the back of my thighs to his narrowed gaze, "Was this on purpose? Your pussy's dripping." he presses four of his finger flat against my cunt, roughly sliding them against the soaked cotton.

"Jungkook-" a whine leaves my lips, biting into my swollen lower lip as his hand reaches my skin, hooking his fingers into the lace, before spanking between my thighs again, twice more.

He scoffs, "This pussy's all mine" grabbing my ass with his calloused palms, the slick between my thighs catching his attention. Jungkook stretches and kneads the flesh, cementing himself.

"Greedy." his words slip through his gritted teeth. He grabs both my arms behind my back, my wrists feeling small in his hand.

"Bossy." I bite back, clenching because the idea of dirty sex with Jungkook is so arousing.

Far, far past the final punched hole, my sharp stilettos plunge between his black leather belt, tightly wrapped around the flesh.

He knots it twice, ensuring that it doesn't move. The guilt of his acts and the twisted pleasure of my masochistic tendencies combine, releasing a moan as the smooth cloth restrains. He pulls once, making my shoulder blade flex and my nipples scrape against the bed as my back curve is dragged into him.

Jungkook lets out a cocky laugh, rubbing his digits along my exposed cunt, "Slut." I let out a whimper as he waits for a response while pumping his stiff, oozing cock directly behind my dripping entrance. Wishing I could see how attractive he looks with his length in his palm.

"Are you gonna fuck me or n-"

Just as the last syllable leaves my mouth, he shoves his entire girth in, wasting no time by pulling me back into him by the belt, forcing me to meet the loud slaps of his pelvis connecting to my ass.

Jungkook isn't oblivious to my manipulative undertone, he loves to hear the words I'm yours. He had to show it again, plunge it into my system with the presence of an overwhelming orgasm.

With a deep thrust, he brutally buries himself in my tightness as the warmth recklessly overwhelms his senses. He's hungry, wanting to take in every inch of my body and watch his soaked cock vanish into my stretched hole.

He uses my hair to make me watch him. His eyes are focused on my spine, waist, and bound wrists scraping the leather. He looks obsessed with every inch, his eyes are narrowed and roll back in an instant. "Mine, mine, mine," he repeats.

"Fuck—" The word slips out before I can stop it, traitorous and desperate. I already know that smug, possessive part of him hears it like a goddamn trophy.

It stirred something raw in him—just like that night at work, when my coworker Sean let his hand rest a little too low on my back as I passed by. Friendly, harmless... but not to Jungkook. I didn't even have to say anything. I felt his eyes on me before I turned. One look from across the room — sharp, cutting — and I knew. No warnings. No second chances. That was the line, and I'd let someone cross it.

The sex was good that night.

"Harder," I gasp. The burn's already spreading — starting in my shoulders, raw and overstretched, then trailing down over my chest, where my nipples drag against the sheets with every movement. The friction's almost too much, too sharp, but it doesn't stop. It slides lower, crawling down my ribs, flooding me from the inside out. It reaches the throb of my untouched clit. Jungkook's cock dips, bottoming his fat tip out before pushing all the way back in- meeting my g-spot with vigour, pushes and pushes. The room fills with restless moans, pooling out alongside my spit, decorating the corner of my mouth.

"Let another man touch you- drive you, help you, but he could never make you feel like this." The heat of his anger crashes into me the moment he leans in, pressing the rigid lines of his body against my restrained arms. It hits like a wave—sharp, unrelenting—and I drown in it willingly. I can't breathe, don't want to, not with the way his teeth sink into my shoulder, hard enough to leave proof.

"Say it," he growls against my skin. "You're mine. Every inch."

I whimper, shaking under the weight of his voice as he marks me again, dragging fresh color into my skin like he's branding me with every bruise.

His hand wraps around my throat, firm but controlled, tilting my face up until my mouth parts on instinct—like I need to say it.

"You... yours, baby," I choke out, the words tumbling out messy and raw, strung tight with everything I'm feeling and trying not to feel.

He groans at the sound, like my submission winds something deeper inside him, something dangerous. Then his teeth sink into my shoulder again—harder this time—before he pulls back and slams into me all over again. His grip flies to my hips, grounding himself in the way I shudder beneath him, and the sharp sting of his palm slapping my ass echoes through the air.

I feel his frustration pouring off him — not just in the way he moves, but in every breath, every curse under his breath, like this is the only way he knows how to say mine.

I can't see the bruises he's painting into my skin, but I can feel them — the slow burn sinking deep, the tremble in my thighs as they threaten to give out. The bite he leaves on my shoulder pulses like a seal, like he's finishing a sentence written in teeth and heat.

My hands are bound behind me, but it's more than that. I'm tied to him — to the weight of his presence, the way he takes up space in my lungs, in my head, in everything.

"Hold it. Not yet." I drop my head against the bed, my arms trembling, the tension in my body stretching too tight to hold. It crawls down my spine, hot and overwhelming—but I don't get a break.

Jungkook's hand tangles in my hair, rough and certain, and yanks me back into him until my spine arches and my body fits into his like it was made for it. "Shiiiiit, baby..." he growls, voice thick and wrecked. "You're so fuckin' good for me."

I don't mean to whimper — it just slips out. A soft, helpless sniffle between the broken sounds of his name that keep tumbling from my mouth.

But he hears it.

Of course he does.

And it only makes him go harder — his hips driving into me with punishing precision, like every thrust is a warning, a claim, a promise I'm too far gone to deny. His tight balls slap against my swollen clit-more, deeper- he throbs and throbs, my walls sucking him in.

Jungkook's hands move to the belt, fingers quick but careful as he loosens it from around my wrists. The moment the tension releases, his arms slide around me — strong, warm, pulling me back into his chest like he can hold me together.

His lips find the curve of my neck, brushing slow kisses over the bruises he left behind — like he's trying to erase them with apology. His hand rests on my stomach, thumb tracing soft circles over the tender skin, grounding me, claiming me gently now — in the aftermath of everything he unleashed.

The room is quiet now — heavy with the kind of silence that follows ruin. My breath stumbles in and out of my chest, skin flushed and burning, body molded to his. I don't speak. I don't move. I just exist in his hold, pulled apart and put back together in the span of a few heartbeats.

Jungkook lowers his gaze, eyes dark but softer now — that rare calm he only shows me. His fingertips trace down my spine, then lower, slow enough to make my body twitch in response.

He hums — low and satisfied, softly grazing the purple skin with his knuckles.

"Looks good,"

authors note: i had this on wattpad and decided i love it soo much i had to post it here too (it had different names tho so lmk if u see a slip up hehe..) pls comment i love hearing ur opinions, also my requests are open anonymously!

#bts x reader #jungkook #jungkook scenarios #bts jungkook #jungkook smut #jungkook ff #bts #bts fanfic #bts army #bts smut

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jwikyo · 7 days ago

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more than a tease

𝜗ৎ pairing: lee haechan x reader

𝜗ৎ summary: he’s all teasing smiles, dumb pickup lines, and way too much confidence, but you’ve made a habit of staying unbothered. that is, until the day his jokes start sounding a little too real… and your heart starts listening a little too closely.

𝜗ৎ genre: fluff, downbad haechan x unbothered reader, haechan being a tease as usual

𝜗ৎ w/c: 2.5k

you weren’t exactly sure when it started, but at some point, lee haechan had made it his full-time job to flirt with you.

every day, without fail, he had something to say—usually ridiculous, sometimes charming, always annoying. it didn’t matter what you were doing or how uninterested you looked, haechan was there, leaning against the counter or dramatically sighing beside you like a lovesick puppy who had just been ghosted.

“you know,” he began one afternoon, plopping himself on the couch next to you like he hadn’t just followed you from the kitchen, “if i were a cat, you’d be the laser pointer i’d chase until the end of time.”

you didn’t even blink. “you’d probably get tired after five minutes.”

“no,” he grinned, chin resting on his hand. “not if it was you.”

you didn’t respond. instead, you scrolled through your phone like his presence was just another background noise—the hum of the fridge or the faint sound of traffic outside. you were used to this by now. haechan being haechan. persistent, dramatic, ridiculous.

“cold,” he muttered under his breath.

you hid your smirk behind your phone.

haechan had always been like this. you met through mutual friends, and somewhere between game nights and shared takeout orders, he decided you were his favorite target. while others found him hilarious and magnetic (and, okay, he was), you made the mistake of not being charmed from the start. and for someone like haechan, that was basically a challenge.

he once texted you a picture of a heart-shaped potato chip with the caption, “it reminded me of you. crunchy but beautiful.”

you replied with, “please never speak to me again.”

he sent another message two minutes later: “you’re even cuter when you threaten me.”

⸻

but you were stubborn. maybe a little scared. you’d seen the way he could charm a whole room with just a smile. you weren’t interested in becoming another girl he flirted with for a few weeks before moving on to someone new.

so you kept your walls up. made sure to keep your heart out of reach.

even when he looked at you like you hung the stars.

⸻

one evening, you were sitting on the balcony of your shared friends’ apartment, watching the sky bleed into night. the air was cool, and you had a blanket wrapped around your shoulders. the city buzzed softly below, and for once, it was quiet.

until haechan appeared.

of course he did.

“why do you always look like you’re starring in a sad movie?” he asked, sitting beside you. “like… heartbreak in paris or something.”

you rolled your eyes. “don’t you have someone else to bother?”

“nope,” he said cheerfully. “you’re my favorite.”

you didn’t say anything.

a beat passed. then another.

he turned to face you fully, voice quieter. “you okay?”

you glanced at him, surprised.

there it was again—the shift. the way his voice softened when he wasn’t putting on a show. the way his eyes actually looked at you, like he saw through the sarcasm and unbothered expression.

“i’m fine,” you said, almost too quickly.

haechan didn’t push. he just nodded and leaned back, looking up at the stars. “you ever wish people would just say what they mean?”

you blinked. “what do you mean?”

“i don’t know. like…” he paused. “like maybe someone flirts with you all the time, but he actually means it. like he’s not playing. but the other person never takes him seriously.”

you turned your head slowly.

he didn’t look at you.

instead, he let the silence fill the space, the way he rarely did. like he wanted the words to settle.

your heart thudded, once.

“is this your idea of reverse psychology?” you asked, trying to sound light.

he laughed, but it was quieter than usual. “maybe i’m just tired of pretending i’m not actually into you.”

your chest tightened.

you weren’t used to this version of him—the one who didn’t wear his bravado like armor. the one who looked nervous, like he’d just handed you a piece of his heart without knowing what you’d do with it.

“haechan…”

“you don’t have to say anything,” he said quickly, standing up. “i just… i wanted you to know i meant it. all of it. even the dumb stuff.”

you looked up at him, blanket still wrapped around your shoulders.

“you’re really not just messing around?” you asked, softer than before.

he shook his head. “nope. unfortunately for me, i’m very much down bad for you.”

the words made your lips twitch.

“you’re ridiculous,” you muttered.

“yeah,” he said, giving you a crooked grin. “but i’m your ridiculous.”

⸻

after that night, things were different.

not dramatic or sudden. haechan didn’t suddenly become serious all the time, and you didn’t start blushing every time he looked at you. but there was a softness between you now. a quiet understanding.

he still flirted—constantly. but now, you looked at him longer. now, you smiled more.

one morning, he appeared at your door with a smoothie and a lopsided grin.

“i got you the strawberry one. i remember you said mango makes your throat itchy.”

you raised an eyebrow. “you remembered that?”

“of course,” he said. “i listen to everything you say. i’m obsessed with you, remember?”

you rolled your eyes, but this time, you took the smoothie with a thank you.

he froze. “did… did you just thank me without insulting me?”

you smirked. “don’t get used to it.”

but later, when he walked past you in the living room, you reached out and tugged at his sleeve lightly.

“hey,” you said, almost shy.

he turned, eyebrows raised.

“you’re not… that annoying,” you offered.

he blinked. then grinned so hard you thought his face might split.

“is that your way of saying you like me back?”

you shrugged. “don’t push it.”

but when he turned to leave, you heard yourself say—

“haechan?”

he looked back.

you gave a small smile. “maybe ask me out properly sometime.”

he stared at you like he’d just won the lottery. “are you being serious right now or are you about to throw a pillow at me?”

“try it and find out,” you said.

he took a cautious step back. “i’ll text you details tonight.”

“don’t forget the smoothie next time.”

he saluted you, eyes shining. “anything for my laser pointer.”

you groaned. “you’re unbelievable.”

but this time, you were smiling.

and this time, you didn’t look away.

a/n: thank you anon for requesting! this was fun to write 🙂‍↕️ we love downbad haechan 🐻💕

#haechan x reader #lee haechan x reader #nct dream x reader #nct 127 x reader #nct dream fluff #nct 127 fluff #haechan fic #haechan #haechan fluff #haechan oneshot

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springintosummerxx · 3 months ago

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ᡣ𐭩 certified loverboy ᡣ𐭩

op81 x reader

in which oscar is a certified loverboy!

warnings: suggestive, fluff, bit of pining

notes: this takes place in the downbad!universe, however it can be read as a standalone :)

word count: 1.9 k

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oscar piastri is not a jealous man.

since childhood, he's always known exactly who he was, what he wanted and what he was worth. his mother had raised him to appreciate what he accomplished, to be humble but proud of his achievements.

even in prema, he had a strong sense of self, of what he brought to the table.

but seeing you, laughing with lando across the room as zak held him hostage about something to do with turn three, he can admit easily he is jealous.

it's not that he doesn't trust you; he's letting you cradle his heart in your hands already.

stupid, he thinks, as lando says something that makes you hide a smile behind your hand. a pit is growing in his stomach, something hollow and grasping.

but if he's honest, he will always be jealous of anyone, anything that has the honour of basking in your sunshine, in the pretty split of your smile that tangles into all of your features.

"oscar?" zak asks.

"sorry," he offers a sheepish smile, eyes darting back to where you and his teammate are standing.

his team principal lets him go after a few more minutes, and oscar tries to subtly speed walk over to you.

lando greets him with another "congrats" and a handshake, looping you in for an one armed hug you return loosely.

as soon as he leaves, oscar's hands are slipping around your waist.

"hi, winner," you grin brightly, fingers smoothing his unruly hair and wiping some sweat from his forehead.

"sweetheart," he greets, pressing his exertion-warmed cheek to yours.

you hum quietly, hands gentle over his sore shoulders. he doesn't want to part from you, your warmth, but a mclaren photographer interrupts you with a shutter-click.

he smiles sheepishly, gesturing for the two of you to pose.

sighing, oscar maneuvers you slightly in front of him, resting his cheek on the top of your head.

his smile is exhausted but content, yours is proud and soft. he almost forgets that ugly feeling he'd felt earlier.

as you climb onto the bed later that night, a little clumsily in a tank top and an old pair of his basketball shorts, he clears his throat.

you're choosing some romcom to play as he scoots closer to you.

"you cold, baby?" you ask. he shakes his head, feeling the warmth of blood rushing to his face.

oblivious to his emotional torture of how to bring up the whole...situation, you snuggle back into the pillows.

although you and oscar have been dating for a while now, sometimes he still gets a little shy when asking for affection. it's unusal for him, to want to touch and be near someone all the time.

your eyes flicker to him and a soft smile - so intimate and familiar that it makes his chest ache - appears on your face.

without a word, you pat your lap and he shifts down to press his face into your stomach, the side of his head resting high on your thighs.

he grumbles comfortably, settling into the bed as you card careful fingers through his still-damp hair.

"tired?" you ask quietly, as the opening credits of 10 things i hate about you start. he shakes his head, burying his face deeper and inhaling your body wash through your tank top.

when his arms tighten around your waist, your fingers stop their meticulous combing.

oscar huffs, peeking at you.

your frowning, and he wants to smooth out the crease between your brows.

"what's wrong?" you ask, thumb brushing gently under his eye.

he feels stupid, but he can't deny you of anything, so he answers, "i saw you and lando today."

you shift underneath him, "yeah, he was keeping me company while you talked to zak,"

"he was making you laugh," he mutters, hiding his face.

"wait," you pull him up, "are you jealous?"

he shakes his head, cheeks pink, but his fingers have unconsiously found their way underneath your knees, pressing the soft flesh there.

laughing softly - not meanly, never mean - you cup his face.

"oscar jack piastri," you say solemnly, "you have nothing to be jealous about. i only have eyes for you, and nobody else."

he's sure that his face is 50 shades of red, but your words settle the pit in his stomach, replacing that hollowness with that certain warmth he's come to associate with you, with the feeling of home.

"plus, we were talking about you. lando was telling me about how much you talk about me," you tease slyly, and he tackles you into the bed.

you let out a loud squeal, pinned under his full weight.

when you both settle again, the movie playing quietly in the background, you murmur "i love you, baby" so quietly and earnestly into his ear that he forgot why he was feeling so down in the first place.

ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩

oscar piastri is not clingy.

he prides himself on his independence, the fact that he moved away from his parents in his early teens - and survived - is a testament to how indepedent he is.

but all of that is thrown out the window when he comes home from a triple header.

you're waiting for him, cozy in a pair of sweatpants and an oversized mclaren hoodie. soft, he thinks, is how you look, all barefaced and sleep-deprived.

he drops his bags on the floor of the entryway, pulling you into his chest.

your breath is warm on his neck, your fingers curling into the fabric at his waist.

murmuring a greeting, you turn in his arms to lead the both of you back to the bedroom. he doesn't want to let go; he keeps his arms locked around your shoulders, and you waddle together, collapsing onto the bed.

tucking him in, you ask, "hungry?"

"no, just tired," he smiles, tugging you into him by the wrist.

"sleep." he tells you, and you giggle, pressing your back to his front.

oscar sleeps well for the first time since he left you at home in monaco, the scent of your shampoo lulling him to close his eyes.

when he wakes, it's from one of those naps that leaves your mouth dry and your eyes sealed shut.

reaching for you, all he feels is the warmth you've left behind.

grumpily he gets up, stumbling towards the sound of your singing.

in the kitchen is where he finds you, plating up his favourite pasta.

"you're awake," you say, surprised. he shuffles behind you, nose pressed against your neck in greeting.

"go sit, handsome. i'll be a second. there's cookies in the oven."

he ignores your request, instead murmuring, "you take such good care of me."

you answer with a kiss to the corner of his mouth, and laugh loudly when he chases your lips.

"go, sit!" you exclaim. he pretends he doesn't hear you, arms locked around your waist.

after nearly flinging a plate off the counter, you end up on the kitchen island, oscar holding a massive plate between you as he leans between your legs.

you twirl the pasta carefully, and he opens his mouth so you can feed him.

"you are such a baby," you tease, and he shrugs, unabashed.

"just missed you," he confesses, and rolls his eyes when you melt.

"there's going to be headlines," you push another mouthful towards him, "oscar piastri, 2025 race leader and secret romantic."

"not secret," he says with his mouth full, and laughs when you slap a hand over his mouth.

when he swallows, he kisses you between your eyebrows, relishing in the lack of crease there. you're happy he's home, and that's all that matters.

"not secret?" you ask.

"just circumstantial," he grins, "only for you."

you slump against him, nearly getting sauce all over your (his) hoodie.

"i missed you too, you sap."

ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩

oscar piastri does not like shopping.

his closet can attest to that, most of his outfits are repeated so much that paddock photographers are sick of him.

one thing he does like though, is sitting in a dressing room watching you try on dresses.

it's probably the third store you've been to today, and the floor of the room is already scattered with bags.

he's paid for everything, to your dismay. no way he's letting his girl pay with her hard-earned money when he can spoil her with whatever he wants.

"zip me up?" you ask. he obliges, watching you with hooded eyes as you turn gracefully.

"oscar," you whine, "i said zip up, not down!"

he smirks, lips finding their way to the gentle slope of your shoulder.

"later," you scold, shooting him a look through the mirror.

huffing something about too much clothes and zippers, he slides it up, nudging your cheek with his nose until you smile, eyes bright.

"what do you think?" you ask, and he sits again, smoothing a hand down your thigh.

"beautiful," and you groan at his answer.

"you've said that about everything!"

"because it's true, pretty."

you flush, turning away, picking up a light orange dress.

when you slip it on, oscar voluntarily stands to zip you up.

"this one," he says too quickly.

you smirk at him, "oh really?"

oscar pulls you close, "like you in my colour."

smiling in earnest now, you ask "is this some neanderthal thing?"

"sure, sweetheart. whatever you want to think."

and when you get home and try on the dress for him again, he admits that shopping isn't that bad, not at all.

ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩

oscar piastri is not a sentimental man.

he's never cared for material things, always valuing your time spent together at home, tucked under the washed-soft comforter with you curled up under his arm.

but the first time he had to leave for a race, he was thinking about you so much that he saw a little magnet in your favourite colour and bought in on a whim.

the way your eyes had shone, with emotion and tears had scared him at first.

"did i do something wrong?" he'd asked panicked, but you shook your head.

"no, it's just," you' d sniffed, "no ones really ever thought of me this much. it's nice."

after that day, he brings you back a magnet after every race.

sometimes he'll bring something else too, a hat he thinks you'll like, a piece of jewelry that matches your eyes or even a candy from a local convenience store he prays will pass TSA.

but always a magnet. something a little bright and cheerful, not to make up for the hours and miles spent away from each other, but a reminder that he thinks of you, always.

you tell him one night, that it surprises you how consistent he is. how he never forgets, even if he has a bad race or he's so jet lagged he mistakes the morning for night.

he had responded with a sigh, one full of promises he's going to see through, full of future plans when everything settles down.

he tells you modestly that it's not much, not when you call him every day and every night, when you watch every sprint, every race.

you deserve the world, and if all it takes is for him to buy you enough trinkets to fill every book shelve in your shared apartment or enough magnets to fill the fridge and for you to use as paperweights, he'll do it.

because when it comes to you, oscar piastri is a certified loverboy, through and through.

#f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #f1 #f1 drabble #f1 fic #formula 1 #oscar piastri fanfic #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri fluff #op81 x reader #op81 #f1 imagine #f1 fluff #f1 2025 #mclaren

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darlingsblackbook · 2 months ago

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Diluc Ragnvinder x DownBad!Reader | Part Three

Diluc is slowly falling for Reader and does not know how to deal with it.

Genshin Masterlist

I | After Kaeya forces him to acknowledge the situation, Diluc tries to emotionally distance himself from both of you. Keyword: tries.

You ask him what kind of tea he likes and he answers without thinking. You remember. You bring it the next day. He stares at the cup for five minutes before realizing he’s smiling.

II | Diluc tells himself he’s just being professional when he helps you with a heavy crate. Then you look up at him all breathless and flushed and whisper, “Thanks…” and he literally short-circuits. Kaeya watches from across the room and mouths “L + ratio” at him.

III | One day you’re too busy flirting with a customer to notice Diluc walk in. He doesn’t realize he’s annoyed until he starts cleaning a glass so hard it shatters. He’s just staring at his own hand like, “Why… why am I upset???”

IV | Donna is still trying her best, but now Diluc starts unconsciously comparing her to you.

V | You trip and fall behind the bar and land on top of Diluc. You apologize like you're about to start crying. He awkwardly helps you up, face completely red, and says, “Just be careful next time.” Then proceeds to remember the feel of your hands for the next 6 days.

VI | Diluc overhears you telling another employee, “I know he doesn’t like me like that, but I just… really admire him.” He doesn’t say anything, but he keeps thinking about it. That night, he dreams about you standing in the vineyard, laughing in the sunlight.

VII | You defend him one night when some drunk customer is complaining that Diluc is too cold and aloof. He says nothing, but the tips of his ears are red for the rest of the week.

VIII | You leave a little note in Diluc's coat pocket that just says “You’re doing amazing. Please rest tonight.” He reads it ten times. Keeps it. Finds himself checking his coat every day just in case you leave another one.

IX | One night Kaeya catches Diluc just staring at you while you clean the bar, looking completely lovesick.

Kaeya: “So… are we in denial or should I start planning the wedding?”

Diluc: “Go away.”

Kaeya: “That’s not a no~”

X | The moment Diluc fully breaks, it’s simple. You fall asleep at the bar after a long shift. He covers you with his coat. You murmur his name in your sleep. And he just sits there beside you, looking at your face, thinking, “I’m in so much trouble.”

#diluc ragnivindr x reader #diluc fluff #diluc angst #diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr #genshin angst #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact

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ddeokz · 2 months ago

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STAY WITH ME ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ 신이 우릴 허락 안 해도 - J.SC

trope down bad!sungchan x clueless!reader ⊹₊⋆ fluff, (it’s tooth rotting fluff) fem!reader they are in collage- an ˎˊ˗ he's just a softie idk- reader is CLUELESS and I mean that🙂‍↕️ ⤷ …. riizebrary! + song to read 2!

✦downbad!sungchan who.. never let's you walk alone- not at night, not at the ass crack of dawn ur safety is the most important thing to him he's not afraid of defending you at anytime.

✦downbad!sungchan who.. notices the way your eyes pause on little trinkets at the mall, its always the stuff you say "I really like it but i'd never buy it myself :(" to.. weeks later he shows up with them and for some reason it makes your heart flutter that your best friend even remembered.

✦downbad!sungchan who.. lets you do his make up, nails and put stickers all over him without even having to ask twice because what other way would he want to spend his weekend?

✦downbad!sungchan who.. remembers your order at ALL places so when they get it wrong and your too scared to tell them he doesn't hesitate saying something along the lines of "she doesn't like foam on hers- oh and can you make it strawberry instead of vanilla? thanks."

✦downbad!sungchan who.. has multiple playlist based off you- one with your initials, one with an emoji that reminds him of you, and one with a picture of the two of you. The best part is when you ask him about it he just goes "huh really? i mean i guess i wasn't paying attention to what i was putting.." and then laughs it off (spoiler alert: of course he knew he just got shy.)

✦downbad!sungchan who.. lowkey crashes out when you respond extremely dry- (in your defense you've never been a good texter..) he shoves his face in his pillow and texts his friends "she doesn't want me i wanna die"

✦downbad!sungchan who.. writes your name in the corners of his notebook with little scribbles and hearts like he's in some 2000's disney channel romcom movie and when you steal his notebook to copy his notes your face get's surprisingly hot and you pout thinking he's playing some mean joke on you.

✦downbad!sungchan who.. buys you flowers cuz "pretty girls deserve pretty flowers" and you reply with "I'm so lucky to have a best friend like you" (wishing he meant it in a romantic way- well.. you'll catch on soon enough.. i hope)

✦downbad!sungchan who.. can't take it anymore.. he doesn't understand how you can't tell that he's like... crazily obsessed with you. so he makes a plan.. plan: confess to yn starts now! and as he's randomly sneaking off and canceling plans to make the perfect place to ask you out your thinking he's found someone and it'll never go anywhere..

✦downbad!sungchan who.. plans a beautiful picnic in the spot you met, (which caught you off guard because- what abt that new person he was seeing?! is this not too romantic??) than starts jumbling up his words because of how nervous he is. But he finally spits it out all the things he's been wanting to say and all the times he wished you weren't just friends.

✦downbad!sungchan who.. covers his face after word vomiting all over you- bracing himself for rejection but you... don't? you grab his hands and smile as wide as possible before softly saying "I never knew you liked me channie i don't wanna be friends either 'wanna be yours" and he swears he could die right then and there.

and finally ✦downbad!sungchan whos.. not just your friend anymore but your boyfriend . your boyfriend who treats you so good and you couldn't ask for anything more. (well maybe you could ask for a ring but that's a story for another time-)

ahhh!! I hope you guys had fun reading this as much as I had fun writing it 🥺 it’s my first written post and im a little nervy LMAOO anyways we love downbad!sungchan- but who next??

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sugarcoatedheartt · 4 months ago

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melting

“ when youre around, my insides turn inverted ”

parrings: nerd!downbad!sunghoon x fem!reader

synopsis: in which the school’s nerd is insanely down bad for the loved, well-know Y/N.

warnings: none c:

genre: romance, fluff, drabble/headcannons

bella/sugar’s notes: why is writing a synopsis harder than writing the actual fic smh😒

not proofread !

nerd!sunghoon who didnt believe you when you told him you liked him. you? THE y/n l/n? the girl on campus that everyone adores? the one that every guy wants a chance with? it cant be possible! youre sweet and perfect, like an angel gifted from above, so why him? well, you just cant help it. you love the way his face subtly flushes when you enter the room, the way he stutters in nervousness when interacting with you. its hard not to fall inlove with someone so endearing.

“w-what..?” he stutters, not knowing if what he heard was correct or if his mind was just playing tricks on him. “you heard me. i like you sunghoon, i really do.” you say with a soft, loving smile. he cant help but feel himself getting hot, even in the cool morning air inside the quiet, empty library. he stares up at you from his seat, searching for any signs of deception, except all he can see is your genuine smile and the way your eyes gleam down at him as if he’s the prettiest thing you’ve layed your eyes upon (he is). he continues looking up at you in silence as his mouth falls agape, his deep eyes almost doe-like through his glasses. “ill take that as a yes” you say, excitement etched in your voice before your place a gentle hand on his smooth cheek and give his forehead a soft, feather-light kiss. he swears he almost died on the spot from how hard the butterlies were banging against his ribs. “bye-bye hoonie!” you beam at him before skipping away as if youre the happiest girl alive.

nerd!sunghoon who follows you around campus like a lost puppy. he hates being away from you, even for a single second. during classes without him, you often receive texts about how much he misses you, and he smiles like an idiot at his phone when you tell him that you miss him too, and that you cant wait to see him. his friends tease him constantly but he doesnt care. wherever you are, he follows closely.

you sit at a table with your group of friends, talking to each other about anything and nothing. sunghoon sits close by your side, toying with your smaller hand until one of your friends asks something that makes him perk up. “hey y/n, why do you even like that nerd anyways?” she asks, looking at you with an air of confusion. “hey! dont say that about him,” you begin scolding, pointing a finger at her with your free hand, “hes my cutie” you coo, turning your head to look at him with a soft smile on your face. his heart warms at this, and he tries his hardest to stop the corners of his mouth from twitching upwards, looking down sheepishly with a flushed expression. “youre right, sorry” your friend apologises, noticing the way you look at him so lovingly. being the most responsible and nurturing in the group, your friends often find themselves listening to you like children listening to their mother. if you like him so much, they guess they can tolerate him (as the newfound father of the group).

nerd!sunghoon who will do anything you ask him to. whether it be giving you a pencil, buying food for you, holding your bag, or even playing with your hair, hes right there like a puppy waiting for instructions. he even insists on doing all of your homework for you, knowing you likely dont wanna do it. you tell him that its okay, and that you should be doing it yourself, but its hard to refuse his innocent, pleading eyes.

“hoonie, can you brush my hair for me please?” you ask him politely, handing him your hairbrush. “of course!” he beams, nodding profusely as he takes the brush out of your hands. after you face forward, he begins brushing your hair with the most gentle care, as if you would break of he were to be too rough. he puts his free hand on your shoulder, using his fingers to trace patterns across it in a way that soothes you. sunghoon keeps brushing through your soft locks, so gently that it almost tickles. “is this okay..?” he asks with uncertainty, unsure if he’s doing it right or not. “mhm” you hum in satisfaction, basking in the way his fingers glide against your shoulder and through your hair. this is like heaven to him, he just feels so privileged to be able to even breathe in the same direction as you, let alone brush your gorgeous, soft hair for you. after he finishes, he places the hairbrush down on the ground next to you before using his hands to delicately guide your head down into his lap. once its down, he starts threading his fingers through your hair, lightly scratching at your scalp in a way that makes your breathing slow and steady as you relax into him.

nerd!sunghoon who melts into your touches. you do something as simple as fixing his glasses for him during class and he finds himself subconsciously leaning into your hand, chasing the warmth it gives him.

upon noticing his glasses slipping down his face as he jots down notes in his book, you reach up to push them back into place. feeling the warmth of your hand close to his face, he immediately stops writing and looks at you, leaning in closer to your hand without even realising it. in seeing this, a smile makes its way onto your face as you place that hand on his cheek, using your thumb to gently caress his soft skin. his eyes lightly flutter at the sensation, feeling his heart beat a million miles per hour as he nuzzles into your hand. a content sigh leaves his pretty lips before he closes his eyes blissfully, basking in the feeling of your manicured hand against his cheek.

“ take one look at you, youre heaven’s incarnate ”

#enha #enhypen #sunghoon #enha fluff #enha imagines #enha x reader #enha smut #heeseung #jake sim #jay park #jungwon #kim sunoo

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evenyvn · 3 months ago

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All You ; part 02

Idol!San x SingleMom!Reader

Summary : San's visits to the quiet restaurant grow more frequent, drawn by something—or someone—he can’t quite name. A casual conversations with the owner's teasing smile stir something in him, but it’s her little daughter's innocent words that truly shake him.

Cw : she/her reader, sfw, fluff, third person POV, a little smau at the end, downbad san, reader has a daughter, stranger to lovers, un-established relationship (san thought reader are still married), san is girl dad coded, yn feeding san like he didn't eat for a week (lmao)

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San found himself frequenting the cozy little restaurant over the next few days. It had quickly become his favorite escape—a warm place where the food was delicious, the air smelled like comfort, and the company was even better.

He'd grown close to both Hana and her mom—Y/N. They welcomed him like family, and San, without realizing it, began craving the simplicity he found within those four walls. The humble atmosphere somehow reminds him of home—of his family back in Namhae.

Today, he sat at his usual spot on a table near the counter, sipping on warm tea while waiting for Hana to come home from school. Y/N was wiping down the counter when San finally worked up the nerve to ask something that had been lingering in his mind since their first meeting.

"Hey, uh... can I ask you something?" San began, swirling the tea in his cup.

Y/N looked up, curious. "Of course."

"Back when we first met, you said, 'I know.' What did you mean by that?"

A small smirk tugged at her lips. "Ah, that. I recognized you. You’re an idol, right? From that group called... ATEEZ?" San blinked in surprise. "Wait—you know ATEEZ?"

"Oh I know of you. You're from KQ just right on the corner of the street from here right? some of my customers work as a staff there and sometimes play your songs and talk about your groups during break hours. I don’t really follow idols, but I know a few names. Including you."

San rubbed the back of his neck bashfuly, trying to hide the pink rising to his ears. "I know this might sound a bit weird... but who’s your bias?"

Y/N tilted her head, pretending to ponder seriously. "Hmm... Wooyoung. He's adorable." She said with a playful grin making San gasped dramatically, eyes wide with betrayal. "Wooyoung?!"

Y/N laughed as she slid a small dessert plate toward him. "What? He's got that cheeky charm from what I've heard."

San pouted, but the moment his eyes landed on the dessert, his expression brightened like a child on Christmas morning.

"Eat a lot, San. You're still young," Y/N said teasingly making the pout on his face came again. "I'm not that much younger than you, noona."

She raised an eyebrow with a knowing smile. "Still older than you." San raised both hands in surrender, grinning. "Fine, you win."

They shared a light laugh before Y/N stepped away to the kitchen. San stay seated, picking at his dessert and glancing around the space. The restaurant felt even more homely now—he could name most of the regulars, and there was always a seat saved just for him.

At one point, Y/N reemerged and placed a freshly made roll in front of him. "Try this. I'm testing a new recipe."

San took a bite, eyes lighting up. "Oh, this is amazing. You should definitely add it to the menu." Y/N beamed at his words, "I was hoping you'd say that. Your taste is starting to matter here, San." She said as she walked back to the kitchen.

Before he could say more, the door flew open and Hana burst in, her hello kitty backpack bouncing with each excited step. "Uncle San!!"

San turned just in time to catch her as she jumped into his arms. He lifted her with ease, spinning her once before setting her down with a warm chuckle. "Hey, princess! How was school?"

"It was fun! I drew a picture of a big dragon and I got a star sticker from my teacher!" Hana began rambling about her day, words tumbling over each other in excitement.

San listened intently, occasionally nodding, but every now and then, his gaze drifted behind the counter to Y/N, who was busy wiping a plate, completely unaware of the attention.

There's something in San's eyes whenever they set on the woman, there's crystal clear admiration and perhaps awestruck look on his face.

Hana noticed.

She stopped mid-sentence, squinting up at him suspiciously, "You like eomma, don't you?" San choked. "Yes—I mean, what?? No! I mean i do like her but not in like that-"

Hana raised a suspicious eyebrow as she playfully poked San's dimple. "So you don't like her?" He flailed slightly, embarrassed. "W-what even makes you say that?"

She shrugged. "You make the same face my friend Eunji does when she looks at the boy she likes." San opened his mouth, then closed it again, completely lost for words.

He doesn't like Y/N... does he?

San shakes his head, what was he thinking?? he can't have a silly crush over someone who's married let alone with kid at that!

While San having an inner turmoil with himself—Hana just beamed innocently. "It's okay! I like eomma too! Everyone likes eomma. She's the best eomma in the world!"

San smiled, secretly sighing in relief and heart melting at the little girl's innocence. He ruffled her hair softly. "Yeah... I think you're right about that."

A little later, after Hana was off doing her homework in the corner booth, Y/N returned with another plate—this time, something sweet and warm.

"Is this for me too?" San asked with a playful tone.

"You keep helping out around here and keeping my daughter company. It’s the least I can do," Y/N said, her eyes soft.

San helped clean up some trays as the afternoon sun spilled golden light into the restaurant. He was humming softly to one of his group’s ballads when Y/N paused mid-step and chuckled. "You really can't escape music, can you?"

San grinned sheepishly. "Not really. It's kind of in my DNA now."

Y/N leaned against the counter and watched him for a moment. "It must be strange, going from all that attention and chaos to this little restaurant. Not many people came in here, only regulars and occasionally new curious people"

San looked around, then back at her. "Honestly? I think I like this kind of quiet more."

Their eyes lingered for a beat too long before San looked away first, cheeks faintly pink. Y/N seems aware of San's bashfulness just smile teasingly at the younger man.

And somewhere behind them, Hana peeked from her homework—mischievous smile on her lips as she whispered to herself, "He definitely likes eomma..."

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honestly this series is just something that i didn't really mean to continue lmao so i didn't expect so many people enjoyed it and even asked to be tagged, nonetheless it really means alot to me🥹🫶

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jakesimfromstatefarm · 1 month ago

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super super random but I was rewatching wall-e today (as one does) and omg why is no doubt jake so wall-e coded 😭😭 the entire movie i could not stop thinking abt no doubt jake they're just so puppy like following yn / eve around and doing anything to impress them and put a smile on their face like pls tell me im not crazy and that you see it too 😭

oh my GOD ANON WAIT this is SO CUTE I NEVER EVEN THOUGHT ABT IT THEY'RE SOOOOO WALL E x EVE CODED you're 100% right im freaking out. also thanks to you i'm literally watching wall-e as i type this up...and tell me why i never realized how FUNNY it is and how DOWNBAD wall-e is??? i wasn't planning on making this an entire offiicial post but now im watching this movie and getting inspired LOLLL wall-e is just so damn cute </3

──── JAKE & YN x WALL-E & EVE <3 ↳ requested // headcanon // part of the no doubt series !

EVERY TIME YOU SAY HIS NAME:

you know that scene where wall-e literally melts in adoration when eve says his name for the first time?

oh yeah.

that's no doubt!jake. 100%.

everytime you say his name is like music to his ears. might as well be the sounds of heaven's gates opening for the first time.

you say jake, and suddenly he's smiling like a lovesick dummy.

you say jake, and he just internally melts. completely liquifies.

you say jake, and his back straightens like a little soldier ready to serve.

and you know it too.

you know the effect on him—hence why you never call him by any pet names or nicknames like he does with you. his name alone is enough to get him twisted all around your finger.

and don't even get me started for when you say his full government name.

the second sim jaeyun slips from your mouth, or any other variation—like jaeyunnie, yunie, etc—

yup.

he passes out.

heart emojis flying out of his ears and all.

KEEPS EVERY LITTLE TRINKET:

wall-e collecting random little treasures and does a lil show & tell to impress eve?

no doubt!jake has an entire box dedicated to you.

he keeps everything you've ever given him.

the movie ticket stub from one of your first dates? it's laminated.

the note you wrote him on a sticky note when you made him lunch to bring to the studio one day? it's folded and tucked into his wallet.

he made a scrapbook of screenshots from your text convos from before you started dating. entirely unprompted. it's called 'the beginning of us'

you found a heart-shaped rock once on a picnic date.

it still sits on his desk.

to this day.

LOVES TO JUST WATCH & OBSERVE YOU:

the scene where wall-e follows eve around and just watches her do her work and he's practically in love???

OH that's SOOO no doubt!jake coded.

he LOVES to watch you do anything.

and i mean ANYTHING.

doing the dishes? he sits on a bar stool at the kitchen island, cheek resting in palm, eyes glazed over like a complete loser in love.

(because he is one)

doing homework? he's on your bed, way too invested in the way your eyes blink twice in a row whenever you're confused, or the way you bite your lip in concentration.

doing your makeup?

'jakey, you're staring again.'

'can't help it, baby, you look too good.'

BUYS YOU EVERYTHING AND ANYTHING, EVEN WITHOUT ASKING:

when you go grocery shopping, no doubt!jake just simply follows behind you.

anytime you pick up any snack or drink you seem slightly bit interested in but end up putting back, jake quietly puts it in the shopping cart without saying anything.

you pick up a drink. read the label. hum in curiosity.

then you...put it back?

jake notices.

jake retrieves.

jake puts it in the cart.

your eyes linger too long at the new snack display?

boom.

into the cart it goes.

cut to when you guys get to check out, you turn around and—

the cart is full.

'jake.'

'what.'

'we don't need all these snacks.'

'yeah, but i know you want them. don't worry. groceries on me this week.'

'you say that every week.'

WHEN YOU'RE UPSET OR MAD:

like when eve shuts down completely and wall-e's trying his best to take care of her? umbrella, sunblock, literally guarding her with his entire being?

no doubt!jake makes sure you're 100% taken care of, even when you're not in the best mood.

he will sit quietly beside you like a sad puppy, offering snacks, cuddles, drinks, forehead kisses—anything

'i brought you a blanket. it's the soft one. you like the soft one, right? should i heat it up in the dryer? i can heat it up in the dryer—'

he just wants you to be okay.

even if you're upset at him—

he doesn't even care if you can't forgive him just yet.

he just wants to make sure you're okay.

DOES THE LITTLEST THINGS IN HOPES OF IMPRESSING YOU:

no doubt!jake would wake up extra early to buy your favorite drink at the local cafe near the apartment.

and of course—he memorized your order.

iced peach latte, 70% sugar, less ice, plastic straws only. no exceptions.

he's had it down since week two of dating you.

and hasn't messed it up once.

even when he has to leave for the studio before you're up—

you wake up to your drink in the fridge, a sticky note attached to the lid:

'rise & shine, pretty <3 i love you more than you love your iced peach lattes.'

no doubt!jake builds random creations out of whatever lego set the two of you just finished building together.

you're probably cleaning up, tossing the leftover pieces into the box when suddenly—

'baby, baby, look!'

both his hands are holding up a little...

spaceship?

duck?

a lopsided house?

you lift a brow.

then, you look past the lump in his hands and at his beaming, proud, face and—

'i love it, jakey. you're so creative.'

he falls asleep with the mutant duck-ship-house on the nightstand next to his side of the bed.

with a smile on his face.

no doubt m. list

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yuons · 3 months ago

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THE CHASE, they only need your attention

🐳 downbad! enha x f!r .. 12OO+ 也 𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒

윤 : hi ! gf sruka and caelita gave me ideas 💌

HEESEUNG

“hi pretty, did you miss me?” his low drawl from beside your ear made you jump. when you catch the familiar voice you quickly school your expression into a scowl.

“what do you want, lee” you say with faux apprehension, even though your lips were twitching in amusement. heeseung tilts his head, sliding his hands into his pockets, “you.”

you sigh, rolling your eyes, slightly pushing past him before his arm slides to your wrist, “come on, angel, just one date? if you hate me after it you can humiliate me in front of the whole school.”

the offer sounds tempting, really, heeseung’s image was one of the things he always been serious about, “and if i don’t hate you?” you try, a flash of interest cross his pupils.

“if you don’t, then, maybe consider dating me?” he grins, pulling you closer by your arm. you press your hand on his chest and let your eyes linger there for a while before flicking up to his. your finger tracing lightly on the hard lines of his chest through the shirt before pulling away, leaving him flustered, “we’ll see.”

JAY

“you know, you’re quite good for a newbie,” you look up from your guitar notes splayed out in front of you, jay’s figure towering over yours. he pulls a chair near you and invites himself to your space.

a small pout forms on your lips, “you’re assuming i’ve never played before.” jay’s eyes go wide and he stumbled over his words, “wait, that’s not— i was— i didn’t mean it like that! i was just—“ he cuts himself short when your laughter fills the space.

and god, does he want to bottle that sound for himself to keep. your chuckles die down, before you smile at him, “i was just messing with you, and, thank you by the way. my skills are kinda rusty, but i’m trying.”

“i can teach you,” jay blurts out before thinking. only a moment later after he saw your raised eyebrow and the amusement dancing across your eyes did he realize how eager he sounded, “i mean, if you want of course— i’m willing to help you.”

you smile at him, “okay then, see you..?” you trail off, suddenly jay feels stupid for never introducing himself to you, “jay.”

your smile widens at that, “alright, nice to meet you, jay.”

JAKE

“need some help there?” jake smiles watching you struggle with a question. you press your lips together, albeit your heart was starting to pick up its pace.

“no, i’m fine,” you quip. a second later, you feel him slip into the seat beside you anyway. you sigh when you feel him staring at you, “i said i could do—“

your words get caught in your throat, he’s looking at you with that stupid smile of his. grinning so wide that you were contemplating on whether to disappear or to just kiss it away. maybe then he’d be the flustered one.

“hm? you staring now, pretty?” he says, and you quickly look away. brain trying to make sense of the words you’re reading. but when you feel him slide closer to you, slowly grabbing the pen out of your hand. he writes down the formula for you without a word. all you can think about is how warm his hand is when it brushes over your own.

SUNGHOON

“you make this look so easy,” you say, attempting to balance on the ice. sunghoon, whose a few steps away from you just strides comfortably.

“that’s because i’ve had years of practice,” he retorts. you told him you could do this yourself and even though he’s pretty sure you can’t, he let you go and silently watch you from afar.

“hey, actually this might not be that—“ your foot slips in the ice and you were bracing for impact until you feel a hand on your waist, grounding you, “steady” you feel his voice by your ear.

sunghoon helps you balance yourself again and glide back to the edges, stepping back on land. “you okay” he asks, brushing off the ice that got on your leg. just then did you realize that his hand hasn’t untangle itself from yours.

SUNOO

you feel his hand before you see him, your hair being ruffled into a jumbled mess. you pout, letting out a soft groan when feel him plop down beside you.

“morning sunshine,” he smiles, holding back a laugh at you very visible pout. your hands come up to pat down at the ruse, “i just brushed it a few minutes ago, do you always need to greet me that way?”

“i was trying to distract you,” he says, eyes twinkling. you deadpan at him, “from what, my piling stacks of homework?” the unfinished paper stares back at you mockingly.

sunoo chuckles, voice soft, “exactly, winding down for a minute won’t hurt.” you bite your lip thoughtfully. and he thinks it’s unfair how you look so pretty even when you’re running on a few hours of sleep and probably too many energy drinks.

he hears you sigh and mumble out a ‘fine’ before laying your head on his chest. sunoo freezes for a moment before letting his hand carve through your hair. “you’re warm,” you mumble and he’s already planning on not moving an inch for as long as you stay there.

JUNGWON

for once, jungwon wished you’d congratulate him. he watches you talk with the others and hug your friends right after they got their awards for winning the debate competition. so when you reach him, he was looking at you expectantly. he adorns a tiny smirk and a raised eyebrow.

“nice play, yang,” was the only thing you said before moving on to talk to the girl beside him but he stops you, “that’s the only thing you’re gonna say to me?”

it was quite comical seeing his face fall, the glasses on his nose sliding off a bit before he pushes it back up and stare at you with a pout.

“what else do you want me to say?” you muse, crossing your arms over your chest, watching him open his mouth and close it again before huffing. “i don’t know— you were congratulating the others, don’t i deserve one too?”

you let the silence fall over you. the reverence of what he said lingering in the air. for a moment, jungwon regretted ever saying anything. but then, you laugh. and god was it pretty.

“congratulations, won, you did good,” you smile, brushing up his glasses that has fallen once again. jungwon’s eyes follow you as you move on to the next person. well now he simply just needs to win every competition there is, only if it means having you congratulate him.

RIKI

“don’t get used to it,” you scoff. at your voice, riki turns to see you smiling, handing a cold bottle to one of his teammates. the guy’s hand comes up to ruffle your hair playfully and you quickly slap it off.

“your dirty hands are gonna mess up my hair,” you say before glancing to your side. “oh, hey ki,” you catch the slight frown on his lips. he disregards you for a moment before turning to his teammate, “coach called you.”

“really? i didn’t hear—“ he quickly cuts off, “he told me.” you catch the tone, it was unnecessarily sharp. when riki turns to you, you have your own pout.

“what was that for?” you say, his eyes flicker from your lips back to your eyes. “why’d you fetch him water?” he lets slip, lips pursing right after.

your brows furrow, and then a second later it relaxes and your eyes widen like something had just dawned on you, “you’re jealous.”

riki frowns at that, “what? no i’m not, why would i be?” he doesn’t stop there, “it’s just, why would you get him water out of nowhere, do you owe him some—“ you cut him off by pressing a kiss to his cheek. pulling away as quick as you did and chuckle at him like nothing happened, “dont worry, he’s my brother.”

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heliosunny · 6 months ago

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you’re so productive like omg too many food in just a few days??!!?! ilysm u literally help soothing my downbad for phainon and mydei pls write more abt them especially mydei ToT looking forward for more wonderful works<33

anw an arranged marriage between mydei and reader who secretly loves him pls like they’re both sassy but obedient at the same time :3

LATE REALIZATION

Yandere!Mydei x Reader

You weren’t sure what surprised you more. The fact that your parents arranged a marriage for you without so much as a warning or the fact that it was with Mydei of all people.

Mydei, the warrior, the man of few words. He was not unkind, but he was intense. And while he had always been close to Phainon, your best friend, you had never considered the possibility of marriage to him.

Yet here you were, seated in your family’s courtyard, watching the very man you were to marry approach you with the same unwavering steps he took into battle.

He stopped in front of you, arms crossed, golden eyes locked onto yours. You didn’t miss how his gaze flickered, assessing you the way he would an opponent before a duel.

“You’re not protesting.” he said at last.

“Should I be?”

“You wanted Phainon.”

You blinked, taken aback. “Excuse me?”

“You look at him.” His tone was factual as if he were merely stating the obvious. “You favor him. Now they’re forcing you into this marriage instead.”

Unable to help yourself, you let out a short laugh.

“That’s what you think?” You crossed your arms, mirroring his stance. “That I wanted Phainon?”

“You never denied it.”

You sighed, shaking your head. “I never confirmed it either.”

For a moment, he didn’t speak, only watching you with the same intensity he carried into war. Then, as if deciding the conversation wasn’t worth dragging out, he exhaled through his nose and turned slightly.

“Come.”

“Where?”

“We’re going out.”

Your lips quirked. “How romantic. Sweeping me away already?”

He ignored your sarcasm. “We’ll disguise ourselves.”

That piqued your interest. Disguises weren’t uncommon for royals, it was one of the only ways to walk among the people without constant scrutiny. But the fact that Mydei was the one suggesting it? That was unexpected.

Still, you followed.

The market was alive with the hum of voices, the scent of fresh bread and spices thick in the air. Vendors called out their wares, children ran past with laughter, and craftsmen displayed their finest work.

Dressed in simple garb, you and Mydei moved through the crowd with ease. If anyone recognized you, they were wise enough not to say anything.

Despite his usual stoic nature, Mydei’s presence was different outside the palace. He didn’t speak much, but he was aware of everything. His eyes flickered to every small movement, every shift in the crowd, every possible threat. It wasn’t just habit, it was instinct.

You, on the other hand, took everything in stride. While Mydei remained on guard, you blended in effortlessly, casually glancing at stalls, taking in the sights.

“You seem unbothered” Mydei commented after a while.

“Should I be?”

“You’re marrying someone you don’t love.”

“You assume too much” you replied, pausing at a stand selling trinkets. “Tell me, do you think I should be weeping and cursing fate right now?”

He didn’t answer immediately, but his gaze darkened slightly. “I expected some resistance.”

You let out a short breath, shaking your head. “You’re mistaken about a lot of things, Mydei.”

He frowned, but before he could press further, a vendor called out.

“Ah, you two! A fine couple, yes?” The elderly woman at the stall smiled knowingly. “A gift for your beloved, young man?”

Mydei didn’t react at first, his expression unreadable. Then, to your mild surprise, he stepped forward and picked up a delicate silver hairpin, a faint red gemstone at its center.

Without hesitation, he handed over a few coins and turned to you.

“For you.”

You raised a brow. “A bribe?”

“A reminder,” he corrected, stepping closer. He reached out, and before you could protest, he tucked the pin into your hair with precise movements, his touch lingering against your temple. “That you belong to me now.”

There was no arrogance in his words, just cold, firm certainty.

Your heart skipped a beat.

Oh, Mydei.

If only he knew.

The wedding was grand, of course, it was. Two powerful families uniting was no small affair, and every noble, warrior, and dignitary who mattered was in attendance.

You stood at the ceremonial altar, adorned in regal attire, jewels glinting under the sunlight, your hair styled meticulously with the very hairpin Mydei had bought you days prior. Across from you, Mydei was a vision of strength, dressed in traditional wedding garb.

Phainon and the rest of your mutual friends were in the front rows, watching with barely restrained grins.

“My, my, what a sight.” Phainon drawled, his hair glinting under the light as he leaned toward one of your friends. “Who would’ve thought Mydei would actually settle down?”

“More like, who would’ve thought they’d agree to marry him” another friend teased.

The jesting continued, and you smirked at their playful antics. It wasn’t that you didn’t take this wedding seriously, you did. But the lightheartedness of your friends eased the tension of an otherwise overwhelming day.

Unfortunately, Mydei didn’t share the same amusement.

While you exchanged vows, sealing your union before the gods, you caught glimpses of him stiffening every time Phainon or another friend laughed, every time they whispered something that made you smile. His grip on your hand tightened ever so slightly, his golden gaze darkening.

It was subtle, but you knew Mydei well enough by now to recognize what this was.

Misunderstanding.

The wedding feast was lively, filled with music, laughter, and endless toasts. You mingled as required, exchanging pleasantries with nobles and warriors alike. Phainon, ever the social butterfly, stole much of the spotlight, grinning as he recounted tales of past battles.

“So” he drawled, sidling up to you with a knowing smirk, “how does it feel? Becoming Mydei’s spouse, I mean.”

You rolled your eyes. “Why do people ask that as if I were shackled and dragged to the altar?”

“Because our dear Mydei isn’t exactly the romantic type” Phainon teased. “Tell me, did he at least try to woo you? Or did he just stare at you intensely until you agreed?”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “He’s been… himself.”

Before Phainon could respond, a shadow loomed over you both.

Mydei's expression was unreadable, but the way he stood—close, imposing, was anything but casual.

“Phainon.” His voice was sharp, curt.

Phainon raised a brow, clearly amused. “Ah, husband duties already? Should I be worried?”

“Leave” Mydei said simply.

Phainon smirked but raised his hands in surrender, stepping back. “Alright, alright. No need to get all territorial.”

As he walked away, Mydei’s gaze snapped to you. You only sighed.

“Really?” You crossed your arms. “You’re going to be like this today?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he took your wrist firmly and led you away from the feast.

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The journey to your honeymoon destination was swift. As per tradition, a private retreat was arranged—a secluded manor surrounded by sprawling fields and quiet lakes, far from the eyes of the kingdom.

You barely had time to take in the beauty of it before Mydei finally spoke.

“You enjoy his company too much.”

You turned to face him, unimpressed. “Whose?”

He narrowed his eyes. “Phainon.”

A laugh escaped you. “Are we seriously still on this?”

“You smiled at him more than you smiled at me today.”

You sighed, rubbing your temple. “Mydei, I smiled at everyone today. It was my wedding.”

“You laughed more with him.”

“Because he was making jokes,” you deadpanned. “Do you want me to be miserable?”

He stepped closer, golden eyes burning into yours. “I want you to want this marriage.”

You exhaled slowly. “And what if I do?”

“Then prove it.”

Silence stretched between you. Mydei was a man of action. He wouldn’t believe reassurances alone, he needed something tangible.

So, without another word, you reached up, fingers curling into the collar of his wedding robes, and pulled him down.

The kiss was unexpected, he stiffened at first, caught off guard. But when he realized what you were doing, what you meant, he responded with a fervor that sent heat curling through your spine.

“Was that proof enough?”

Mydei stared at you, stunned, then exhaled sharply, his lips curling ever so slightly.

“You’ll have to prove it again.”

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purinfelix · 11 days ago

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── .✦ you make me lose my temper - p. sunghoon

or ... 'such a mess together' pt.2! (yes !!! its finally here !!!!) - read pt 1 here

summary : ever since the car ride home, sunghoon's sworn to avoid you at all costs, because just the mere sight of you is enough to make his heart quicken. but how is he supposed to do that when the two of you are forced to work together for a group project? ──────── academic rival Sunghoon x reader || sfw, more tension, hoon is a downbad idiot, enemies to loversss but stuff actually happens this stime !!!! || w/c: 4.6k

a/n: OMG firstly i just want to say a massive thank u for all the love i received on the first part, i really wasn't expecting it! i know this has been in the works for too long but ... i just really wanted this to live up to the first partttt T__T i hope it does! and i hope u all enjoy it <333 love u all <3333 p.s - thinking of making some spin off texts based off of this concept, lmk if you guys are interested !!!!!

Park Sunghoon had never felt stupid before.

Sure, he had made small mistakes during quizzes, mistakenly submitted assignments late, once he’d even failed an exam - but none of those had ever made him feel stupid. At least, not in the way he felt right now, hunched over his notes in a secluded corner of the library, his favourite study spot since first year, all the while his thoughts were totally and utterly consumed by one thing.

You.

It made him angry, unnecessarily so. It was so ridiculous, this entire situation, and his mind had spent countless hours doing mental gymnastics trying to understand it, which only worked to frustrate him even more. And now here he was, twirling his pen and staring at the same question he’d been working on for an hour, unable to drag his mind away from the tiny details of that day, the small, shy smile on your face, the softness in your eyes as you’d waved him goodbye.

It was so stupid.

It had been about two weeks since then, since he’d found out the “pretty tutor” his little sister always rambled on about was actually the same girl whose name was always next to his on class rankings. Since he’d driven you home, since he’d caught himself smiling long after you’d left, wondering if you’d made it back safe. He’d tried pushing it out of his head, convincing himself that he was just being polite, that it was a one-off interaction that he would easily forget. But surely one-off interactions weren’t supposed to replay in his mind constantly.

Born smart, good-looking and naturally charming, most things came pretty easily to Sunghoon, and he’d gotten used to this fact. To most, it sounded like a blessing, but after almost two decades of it, he’d developed a habit of seeking out unlikely challenges - almost as if to prove something. Anything he did, if it seemed too easy, would quickly lose his interest - many hobbies, classes and even people had been lost this way. For Sunghoon, easy and fun were rarely mentioned in the same sentence, and his passion was rarely earned without a fight.

That’s why starting university had been so exciting, and why he’d been so quick to latch onto academics as his choice of a challenge. There was always a new test to ace, a new class list to reach the top of. It kept him entertained, mostly.

Until he met you, and for the first time, struggled to make even a decent first impression. It was safe to say he was hooked.

Attention from girls was something he’d grown almost numb to, being fussed and fawned over was irritating and politely declining confessions had become nothing short of a chore. But your attention was a challenge. Just to get you to look at him, he’d have to call you out in the middle of class discussions, and you only ever spoke to him if he outscored you on an exam. And the way you responded, never backing down, never faltering, always ready to fight back with exactly the same amount of fire, only drew him in more.

For once, he could push someone, and instead of lying down with a polite smile, they’d push back.

He had never stopped to consider why he wanted your attention so badly, though, not until now, because never before had you given it to him so easily as you had in his car. That shy, almost vulnerable side of you had that he had never seen before, that he’d not had to work for - he had half-expected it to shatter his image of you. But much to his surprise, and ever-growing irritation, it only hooked him in more, like he’d gotten a taste of something he desperately wanted more of.

He told himself it wasn’t this deep, that he only found you entertaining to annoy, that he was just irritated at you for infiltrating his life in another way - first in class, then in his home with his sister, and now, apparently, in his every waking thought.

But it was alright, after all, he was Park Sunghoon, and no challenge had ever proved too difficult for him. He’d just steer clear of you for a bit, give it a week or two and let this whole stupid thing blow over so you two could go back to peacefully hating each other like before. Easy.

At least, that had been the plan. Right up until his professor’s voice echoed out in the lecture hall, in what felt like a death sentence.

“And for this final project, you’ll be working in pairs, assigned by me.”

He didn’t even bother looking up from his laptop when he heard his own name called out, continuing to type out his notes with his usual unbothered demeanour. Group projects had never really been his thing, but with his work ethic and the fact that most people did what he said without question, he was sure to ace it regardless of who he got paired with.

But then he heard your name.

And then he felt his stomach drop. This had to be a mistake.

But when he craned his neck up, eyes scanning the list of pairs projected up onto the screen at the front of the room, there was no mistaking what he saw. Group 4 - Y/N and Park Sunghoon.

His jaw clenched. Of course, so much for avoiding you.

He didn’t even have time to process the situation since he soon spotted you, a couple of rows ahead, gathering your things and beelining towards him. The familiar smirk on your face was enough of a sign for him to leap up and hastily sling his backpack over his shoulder, turning for the exit.

But you were too quick.

“So,” you hum, catching him right as he made it out into the hallway, effectively trapping him. “Kind of shocked they paired us together, figured they might want to give everyone else a chance for once.”

Your tone is lighthearted, but once he makes the reluctant turn to face you, you’re surprised by the absence of his usually bold expression. Instead, he struggles to meet your eye, one hand nervously fiddling with the strap of his bag.

He clears his throat before he speaks. “Yeah,” he laughs awkwardly, and there’s a slight tremble in his voice, one you’ve never heard before. You watch as he cringes at himself, narrowing your eyes at his unusual behaviour.

You shrug it off, though - you’ve never been one to question his weirdness, and you’re not about to start now, not when it could jeopardise a grade. “So, when are you free to work on it? I was thinking six tomorrow night, I could get us a study room too.”

There’s a beat of silence, and when he finally looks up at you, his expression is almost unrecognisable. Somewhat shy, as he shifts his weight from one foot to another as if he’s not sure what to do with himself. He lets out a small sigh before speaking, but it’s enough to show you how many thoughts are running through his mind right now.

“You’re really okay with this? With being paired with me?”

You furrow your brows at how tiny his voice sounds. “Well, I’m not thrilled, but there’s no use in wallowing over it. Plus, I’d rather you as a partner than most of our other classmates.”

You can tell this isn’t the answer he was expecting from how the tension in his shoulders doesn’t seem to change, but he forces a curt laugh. “Right,” he runs a nervous hand through his dark hair, looking off to the side. “Yeah, six tomorrow sounds fine.”

Despite his efforts to sound unaffected by being paired with you, you’re too used to his normally cocky behaviour to let it go undetected. And as much as you’d hate to admit it, something about this worries you. “Are you alright?” you say after another eternity of silence, unable to control the tinge of judgment in your tone.

He straightens up immediately, awkwardly so, like he’s suddenly been caught. He shoots you a quick nod alongside a smile, which would’ve been convincing. That is, if Park Sunghoon ever smiled at you without beating you to something first.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he says bluntly, then as if in a rush, “look, I have to go so I’ll just meet you in the library tomorrow, alright?”

You don’t even have time to respond before he’s speeding down the hall, away from you, and all you can do is sigh in confusion and hope this project won’t prove to be too difficult.

And Sunghoon shares the same worries, his nerves only compounding as he lets his backpack fall to the floor of his dorm room, watching with an irritated expression as his two friends barrel over each other in laughter.

“Oh my god, I really can’t,” Heeseung cries out, tears pricking up in his eyes as he rocks back and forth on Jake’s bed, holding his stomach.

“Okay, it’s not that funny,” Sunghoon sighs, rolling his eyes.

“I should’ve taken a photo of your face when you read the group list, you seriously looked like you’d shit your pants or something,” Jake chimes in.

Sunghoon can only sigh in frustrated exasperation. It’s not like his friends had never laughed at his expense before, but something about this situation, the people it involved - or more so, the feelings it involved - made him more sensitive than usual.

“So it doesn’t matter to either of you idiots that your best friend’s life is basically over?”

“Don’t be a drama queen,” Jake sighs, “it’s just a group project.”

“Plus, the two of you are at the top of the class anyway, so it’ll be easy,” Heeseung says matter-of-factly

“Well, yeah,” Sunghoon exhales, pulling his desk chair over to sit on backwards, resting his chin on his folded arms with a conflicted expression. “But, it’s like whenever I’m around her nowadays, I just can’t think straight.”

He says it with the tone of a complaint, but the soft confession doesn’t slip past his friend’s eager ears. Jake sits up with a slight sparkle in his eyes - one that Sunghoon has come to recognise far too well as a sign of mischief.

“You like her?”

“What, no?” Sunghoon scoffed, like the suggestion itself was too ridiculous to be true, but the way his eyes widened and cheeks flushed slightly seemed to say otherwise.

Jake and Heeseung silently exchange a knowing look as they watch their friend struggle, causing the knot in Sunghoon’s chest to twist tighter, overcome by the sudden urge to defend himself.

“Look, it’s not that, it’s just that she’s always irritated me, and now I’m upset that we’re being forced to work together, that’s all.” Even Sunghoon doesn’t sound convinced by his own words.

“Uh-huh, but you’ve been in group projects with even worse people before, remember that guy last semester who did absolutely nothing, or the girl who messed with your slide formatting minutes before the presentation?” Heeseung points out, “you were annoyed at them, but with her, it’s something different.”

“Different how?” Sunghoon furrows his brows at his two friends.

“Like a couple of weeks ago, you seemed so unaffected by her, like you would just study and beat her and maybe throw in a couple of snarky comments, but that was that,” Jake offers, “you never used to talk about her like this.”

“I don’t know, guys,” Sunghoon sighs in frustration, running a restless hand through his hair as he exhales, “it’s like ever since I gave her that ride home the other day, something’s changed, and then she goes and smiles at me like that and I -”

“She smiled at you?” Heeseung interrupts.

“Yeah.”

“Was it like a tight, kind of ‘I hate you but I’m being polite’ smile?”

“No, it was real,” Sunghoon stares at the floor in thought,“I think. Like I wasn’t just that annoying guy she wanted to beat in class, like she didn’t actually hate me.”

There’s a beat of silence, then a soft snort from Heeseung, followed by Jake’s amused voice again.

“Dude, you’re so screwed,” he laughs, unable to hide the smile spreading across his face at his friend’s obvious denial.

“Shut up.”

“No, seriously, it took one car ride for you to fall for her?”

“I don’t- it’s not-,” Sunghoon struggles for a response, before letting out a defeated sigh. “I don’t think it was just that, and I think that’s the problem.”

“So you’ve liked her for longer, and this whole ‘hating each other’ thing was a play?” Heeseung chimes in curiously.

“You’re making me sound like some creep who’s been plotting on her this whole time,” Sunghoon retorts in exasperation, “I don’t know, this whole thing is stupid.”

“I don’t know if it’s just the situation that’s being stupid,” Jake mutters under his breath, earning him a sharp glare from his friend. He only responds by throwing his hands up in mock-surrender before speaking again. “Dude, all we’re saying is that you need to get it together. The project’s not going anywhere.”

Heeseung nods in earnest agreement. “Either you keep spiralling or, I don’t know, face your feelings and confess.”

The very prospect makes Sunghoon’s eyes widen rapidly, an uncomfortable heat creeping up the back of his neck as he gawks at his two friends, shocked that they would even dare to make such a suggestion. “I’m not confessing,” he scoffs in offence, sinking lower into his chair.

“Up to you, man,” Jake shrugs, “just keep daydreaming about her while pretending to hate her, see how that works out.”

And with that, the room falls quiet again, the only noises being the dull hum of the ceiling fan and the steady pounding in Sunghoon’s chest. He doesn’t know what to do, just sits there as both of his friends devolve into some mindless conversation about something else, leaving him to brood by himself.

He couldn’t decide what was worse - the idea of having to pretend that nothing had changed with you, or the very real possibility that something had. And though normally he might’ve been busy being irritated at the thought of Jake and Heeseung being right for once in their lives, he couldn’t bring himself to even worry about it right now.

Because maybe they were.

Maybe he had been caught up in this stupid rivalry for so long, obsessed with showing everyone that he hated you, that he hadn’t even realised when it stopped being about beating you and started being about being seen by you.

And now that he had the chance to be seen by you, up close and personal, while working on this project together, he had no clue how to act. The sudden vulnerability, the feeling for once like you had power over him, made him uncomfortable.

Tomorrow wasn’t just a study session anymore. It was a battlefield, and he was showing up completely unarmed.

The library is deadly silent when he walks in, still, calm, everything he feels like his mind isn’t right now. He shoves a clammy hand into his pocket, letting out a shaky breath as he dodges between the shelves in search of you, whilst simultaneously dreading the moment he’ll find you.

He finally spots you in an empty study room, brows slightly furrowed as you look at your open laptop, papers spread neatly across the table. He makes his way to the doorway, standing there just long enough to make it awkward as he watches you, the way your eyes flicker as you read each line, the way you chew on your bottom lip in thought. It twists at his heart, painfully so.

You finally glance up, face contorting into a bored sort of irritation at his presence. “You’re late.”

This bitter tone isn’t anything he hasn’t heard before, in fact, he’s sure he’s said far worse things to you. But right now, when he opens his mouth to respond with his signature smugness, nothing comes out. Instead, he’s only able to mutter a sheepish “Sorry,” as he takes the seat beside yours.

You pause for a minute, silently noting his uncharacteristic shyness, far too used to his snide confidence not to notice the contrast. Weird.

You’re not going to let your group project partner get in the way of you and a good grade, though, especially not when it’s him. So you force the two of you through the normal procedures of a group project - dividing up parts, setting up a rough timeline, brainstorming ideas. But throughout it all, there’s an underlying tension you can’t shake.

Not that you weren’t expecting this to some degree, there’s always been tension between the two of you; anyone could tell you that. But this is different, it’s not angry or mean or deriding, it’s awkward, and a little shy - and it’s practically emanating from every look he gives you.

You’re in the middle of correcting something he’s written but when you look up, you catch him just staring at you - not obviously, not in that menacing way he used to, like he was thinking of a thousand different ways to knock you down. It’s in a distracted, spaced-out, definitely not paying attention to what you’re saying kind of way.

You feel your heart quicken against your will, the soft tenderness in his expression catching you off guard. But you pull yourself together quickly, snapping your fingers in front of him. “Hello?” you bark, “Earth to Park Sunghoon?”

He blinks cluelessly. “What? I heard you.”

“Heard, yes, but I doubt you were listening.” You sigh in annoyance, “Look, if you’re not going to take this seriously-”

“I am!” he says suddenly, and despite the two of you being in your own study room, several heads turn towards you both. His eyes dart to them, then back to you, lowering his voice before speaking again with the same insistence. “I am.”

“Sure,” you shrug, still unconvinced, “just don’t mess this up for me.”

And like that, you return to silence again, the two of you working side by side on your respective parts, not speaking unless it’s a curt question about the project or corrections about parts. Still, though, you can’t shake the feeling that there’s something going on here - something more than just this ridiculous rivalry the two of you have been playing at for years.

Three hours pass like this, and soon the sun has set outside, mirroring the exhaustion you both feel. You let out another frustrated sigh at hitting another research dead end, your tiredness and the suffocating silence whittling away at your patience. Running your fingers through your hair, sneaking a glance at the boy next to you.

You’re expecting a laugh, for him to call you stupid for not having already found eight academic sources like he has. But it never comes, instead he just sits there, a little surprised as he returns your look, like just your presence is enough to make him nervous.

“Sorry,” you mumble awkwardly, watching as he quickly returns to his work. He’s being weird, polite, quiet - he’s not being the Sunghoon you’ve come to know and despise.

“Is this because of the thing with Yeji?” you finally say, letting it out like a sigh you’ve been holding in this whole time. Maybe because you have.

You knew that finding out you tutored his younger sister would change things between you both, the stiff car ride after had been enough to show that. But you hadn’t been ready for it to throw a wrench in whatever twisted thing you two had spent years cultivating.

You’d come to know Sunghoon, annoyingly so. Everything from being able to predict the exact rebuttal he’d throw out in response to your point in class, to the expression on his face once he saw he’d finally gotten to you. As much as it might’ve pained you to admit, there was a sort of pride you held in being the only one who got to see that side of him, that cocky, over-confident, arrogant side, however annoying it might’ve been.

But now, it was like you were back to square one, and he was treating you exactly how he treated everyone else.

“No, it’s not,” he says quietly, shaking his head.

You narrow your eyes, frustration only growing with his lack of explanation. At this point, you’ve abandoned all hope of getting any more work done, setting your sights solely on squeezing whatever secret he’s hiding out of him. And you’re nothing if not stubborn.

“Is it because I’m better than you?” you offer, with just enough tease to make him laugh. It’s so quiet you barely catch it, but you do, and it’s music to your ears after an entire afternoon of him acting awkwardly polite.

“Definetely not,” he says through a smirk, one that makes your heart flutter in a weird way.

“Then what is it?” you press, “I mean, you used to be able to have full-on arguments with me in class, but now it’s like you can barely look me in the eye.”

He leans back in his chair, finally tearing his attention away from his work and turning it to you, brows raised as he realises he’s been caught. He lets out a sigh before swallowing hard, eyes darting around the room.

Jake was right, he was screwed.

“It’s just,” he exhales unsteadily, gaze fixed on the floor, “I don’t know, everytime I’m around you lately it just feels like I can’t think straight. Like, my heart gets all quick and my face feels hot and it’s nothing like how I used to feel around you, so I really don’t know what I’m supposed to do.”

He rambles like he’s losing control, and even if you had any intention of stopping him, you’re not sure you’d be able to with how your words feel caught in your throat. So you just sit there, silently, with a confused sort of expression on your face.

“It was already driving me crazy when I gave you that damn lift home, and now we’re stuck together in this stupid project.” He continues, and you’re not sure you’ve ever seen him so frustrated.

“You’ve been avoiding me?” You finally say, just above a whisper.

“Yes,” he sighs, finally looking up to meet your eye, “because I’m afraid of what might happen if I spend any more time around you.”

You just furrow your brows, urging him to continue.

“I feel like I’m going to do something stupid again.”

“Like what?”

“Like this-”

And before you even get a chance to figure out what ‘this’ might mean, he’s closed the already tiny gap between the two of you, one of his hands coming up to cup your face. It happens so quickly, so naturally - making you wonder, in that split second, if he’s thought about this moment before.

But that’s before his lips crash into yours, and your mind goes blank. You feel his other hand in your hair, and soon your hands find their own way to the fabric of his shirt, pulling him in. There’s an urgency in his movements, in the way he keeps pushing himself against you like he’s been holding back on this for far too long.

It’s messy, and desperate, and everything a kiss between two people who’ve spent years hating each other could’ve been. All those arguments, those challenging stares and insults, get swallowed up in a matter of seconds.

Because he’s kissing you like none of it ever mattered.

And you? You’re kissing him back without even thinking.

Suddenly though, he pulls away, his chest heaving and face flushed bright pink. His hand is still on your cheek, resting gently like he’s worried you’ll disappear if he lets go. You’d laugh at him for it, but your hands are still gripping the collar of his shirt. He looks at you through half-lidded eyes, studying your face, unsure.

“Say something,” he pleads breathlessly.

There’s a moment of silence in which you watch his eyes widen just slightly, your lack of a response spurring on his nerves. And really, you’re not sure what to say.

But soon, a coy smile spreads across your features as you let out a soft laugh.

“You’re such an idiot, Park Sunghoon,” you sigh out. The insult comes out as naturally as a breath - though for once, there’s no malice behind it.

Urged on by the sight of your smile, he lets out a relieved laugh before pressing his lips to yours again. Though this time, it’s gentler, like he’s thanking you for not slapping or yelling at him the first time. Like he’s trying to make up for all the times he made fun of you in class, like he’s trying to show you truly, once and for all, just how much you mean to him.

“You drive me crazy,” he mumbles against your lips, and you can’t help but let out a soft chuckle in response.

Finally, you gently push him off you, though his hands find their way into yours quickly, fingers intertwining tightly like he’s refusing to let you go.

“Help me understand this,” you say softly, and he nods for you to continue, round eyes fixed on yours, like you’re his whole world. “If you’ve felt this way, then why-”

You don’t get to finish your sentence, you don’t need to. Sunghoon has spent enough time around you, thinking about you, watching you - to understand your thought process. “Don’t ask me, I honestly don’t know,” he says, letting out a self-pitying laugh as he drags a hand over his face.

“I mean we could’ve saved each other a lot of time and stress if we’d just done this last year,” you chuckle.

“But it’s more fun this way, isn’t it?”

“I guess,” you shrug with a small smile, pausing for a bit before speaking again. “Yeji is going to be really happy.”

He laughs, but there’s still a lingering uneasiness in his movements, in the way his thumb rubs gentle circles into the back of your hand, his eyes fixed on the floor.

“Was it okay,” he finally says, his voice tiny, “the kiss?”

You let out another laugh though where there used to be a mocking derision, there’s only endearment. “It’s not an A plus, probably just a pass,” you joke, squeezing his hand. You watc the smile return to his face.

“Guess I’ll just have to try harder next time.”

“Next time?”

“Well, we still have to finish this project, don’t we?”

You meet him the next day outside the library, same spot, same time, same stupid project.

But it’s different this time.

This time he’s there early, before you even, and he’s waiting with a beaming smile and a couple of snacks tucked under hsi arm. And when you turn to see him, your heart flutters so hard it’s ridiculous - though you can’t help but be grateful that you don’t have to pretend it doesn’t.

“You brought cookies?” you laugh out, hand playing with the strap of your bag to hide your growing nerves.

He smiles a little shyly, the tension easing from his expression at the sound of your familiar teasing. “It’s the least that I can do now that you’re my girlfriend.”

The word makes your heart quicken, and you can’t hide the shy smile it forces on your face. “That’s what we’re calling this now?”

“Would you rather go back to me hating your guts?”

“I don’t think you ever did,” you say with a raised brow, quirking your head to the side.

For the first time in his life, Sunghoon agrees with you, and strangely enough, he doesn’t seem to mind.

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mygnolia · 1 year ago

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to weave my love ⭒ n. riki [TEASER]

⭒ SYNOPSIS -› Riki is good at many things- dancing, making fun of his friends, playing it cool (debatable.), Hell- he’s even good at saving people from falling buildings without getting whiplash. But the things he’s bad at? Well, it’s asking you out to prom, and trying to balance the shared assignment he has with you…while being Spider-man.

⭒ PAIR -› spiderman!nishimura riki x fem-pres!reader

⭒ GENRE -› fluff, banter, comfort ⭒ TROPES -› classmates to lovers, idiots to lovers ⭒ WC -› 6-10k (est.)

⭒ RELEASE DATE -› IT'S HEREEEEEEEE YAYYYY

⭒ REN SAYS... spiderman niki is a need hes so cute i love riki sm 😕🫵 also poll voted for this and tbh i just wanna write downbad riki LOLZ | LIBRARY

“God, I don’t think you can look at her any more down bad than you already do right now.” Jake picks at his food, and despite his concentration directed towards the olives on his pizza, he’s able to dodge the flying loaded nacho that goes his way, even if he wasn’t the one with superpowers.

“Can you shut up?” Riki grumbles, laying his head on his arms as he watches you smile and point to something. “I just got pummeled into a semi truck last night. Let me have this before I die in a week.”

“Very grim,” his friend notes, ruffling the younger’s hair. “I think this is exactly what all of those mental health assemblies that we get are for.” And Riki basically tunes him out, too tired to fight and too used to the teasing remarks to come up with anything useful in response.

Riki sits up a bit, letting his head rest on his propped elbow as he looks at the school food and touches another nacho gingerly. “Y’know, I read the book for English so she wouldn’t think I’m an idiot.”

His friend snickers, successfully pulling out yet another sliced olive from the cheese, much to the disgust of Riki. “She probably already thinks you’re an idiot.”

The superhero debates throwing another cheesy nacho in Jake's face, before deciding to eat it instead. “Don’t say that asshole! You make it seem like I have no chance with her.”

Jake shoots him an exasperated look that makes Riki break eye contact. “That’s because you don’t.”

“I’ll prove to her that I’m worth her time.” Riki says somewhat wistfully, still stealing glances from a few tables away. “Maybe I’ll ask her out to prom, show up to her balcony in my suit. Do that cheesy upside kiss shit people say Spiderman does.” When his friend raises an eyebrow at him, Riki shrugs. “I will! Well-maybe not the Spiderman thing, but prom definitely.”

Jake continues to look at him unconvinced as he takes a bite out of a slice of pizza with mangled cheese. “You barely talk to her in class and you think you can ask her out to prom as Nishimura Riki?” And the younger grins, his eyes still stuck on how your eyes crinkle and how your shoulders shake with laughter.

“Yup.” And his fate is sealed, just like that.

“Are you going to prom, Riki?” Is the first thing you ask when he sits down, grabbing his book and laptop with a little too much enthusiasm.

“I’m thinking about it.” Yeah- whatever confidence he had 37 minutes ago really isn’t serving him well in this moment, because frankly, Riki feels lame as ever trying to be nonchalant around you. “You?”

“I’d have to set up, so I would be there, yes. But whether or not I have a date is another story.” You smile to lighten the mood, but Riki watches you and nods, focusing back on signing into his laptop and getting his notes.

“Well, you’re not the only single one here.” And he wants to reprimand himself for saying something without thinking. “If someone asked, would you say yes?”

You think about it, really- because you don’t really have anyone in mind when it comes to prom if Riki’s not planning on going. “It’d have to someone I know- someone I talk to somewhat regularly. I’d be nice to be with someone who doesn’t make it awkward.”

Nishimura Riki might die from overthinking if he keeps wondering whether or not he fits that description to a tee.

RIKI'S TO-DO LIST BEFORE PROM ☐ talk to ____ regularly ☐ don't make it awkward ☐ be..cute?

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screeching-bunny · 2 years ago

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I'm intrigued by the idea of yandere priest harem.

Just a bunch of sexually repressed men that now have a tangible person to 'worship'.

Yandere! Priest Harem

Warnings: Obsessive Behavior, Yandere Thoughts, Bad Writing, Stalking, Possessive Behavior, Reader is Referred as ‘You’

Tags: @endism

What the fuck. You can’t believe it but you accidentally started a cult. You weren't sure how but you managed to do it. Everything about it was planned perfectly for you. From the moment you were kidnapped to the moment where you gave in, there was always some sort of routine that the priest followed that seemed almost robotic. Every word or phrase spoken to you seemed somewhat rehearsed as if they were doing everything in their power to make you pleased and happy. Everything that you requested or asked for was quickly met. Did you just say that you were hungry? Don’t worry, wait a couple more minutes and a feast will be made just for you. Did something catch your eye while you were shopping? In a couple minutes it is purchased and given to you. Never in your life had you seen a group more downbad people then these priests. They are incredibly whipped for you and treat you as if you were some kind of God.

Although you were kidnapped you soon learned to just accept the role as their false God. Why? Well to simply put you were just plain lazy and if being kidnapped allowed you to live a luxurious life without needing to work then so be it. Screw having a job and screw having to pay for bills. You will accept this position with grace and take advantage of it however you would like. The only thing that bothered you was why the hell were people joining this stupid cult!?!? By now you expected the stupid priests to run out of money by now due to your spending habits but why on Earth are people still continuing to donate to them!?!? There just always seems to be a never ending supply of money!!!

“Did you see them? The God of this religion is such a cutie. Do you think I have a shot at becoming a priest? Hell, I wouldn’t even mind being a sacrifice to them.” (Go away).

“I just donated my entire retirement fund to them. It’s so worth it. Did you see how cute their sneezes are? I could literally just die!!!” (Then die).

“I shook their hand a few days ago with my right hand. I haven’t washed it since.” (Gross).

Dammit that's why. You're so called “followers” were nothing but a group of some weirdo simps. The only thing that you ever did around this place was give speeches to your cult that came right out of your ass and they would eat it up everytime too. It is so bad that you could literally say that the Earth was flat and they would go to war to defend that you were right. You’ve never seen a group of more stupider people. As of right now you were currently giving out one of those bullshit speeches to your followers.

“... which is why cats are superior over dogs. If you have a cat tell them I said pspspspsp.”

One of the priests raises their hand, “Can you repeat that whole thing again? That was super cute and I forgot to press record.”

Another priest responds with, “Don’t worry I caught it all and I’ll send it to you later. In exchange, can I have that limited edition picture of them sleeping with a teddy bear.”

Another voice shouts, “Wait! I have some never seen before photos of them. Are you willing to trade it for the limited edition picture?”

“...”

Later that night you soon discover that there is a “trading card game” going around the cult using your pictures. You weren’t even sure how they even managed to take these photos but they somehow have them and how were these mass produced without you even noticing!?!? Why are they out of stock and why are they so popular!?!? Everyday is a never ending migraine for you. Just when you thought the priests couldn’t disappoint you even further, they always manage to prove you wrong. If they weren’t the ones feeding you, you would have been long gone by now.

Waking up always felt like a struggle most of the time. Like it literally was a struggle because there was always someone in your bed with you. They would constantly cuddle up to you as close as possible and make it difficult to leave the bed with their weight holding you down. By the time you wake up breakfast is already made and there is someone constantly fighting to decide who gets to feed you. After breakfast, you stroll around the gigantic garden that was funded with the money of taxpayers. Afternoons are spent giving out wack speeches and talking to your loyal followers. Dinners are the same as breakfast and there is competition on who gets to bathe with you. Quite often these end up turning physical fights between everyone. During the night you're out like a light and it’s a repeat of everything the next day.

Every passing day makes you so concerned for the mental health of others. There is just no way that any of these people are mentally sane. They have to be on drugs or something. You refused to believe that these were rational adults that are contributing members of society. No matter how much you try to change your personality, they always find a way to coo at you. On the days that you act like a brat you are met with the responses of, “Oh my god look at them pout that's so adorable!! Now step on me–”. On the days you act lazy it’s met with, “You don’t have to move I’ll do it all for you! Just let me lick your–”. Are you acting happy today? Well that's met with, “Your smile is so radiant! You know what would make your day better if you let me suck–”. In the end though it really doesn’t matter because their main goal in life is to forever worship your being whether you like it or not.

#yandere #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere x y/n #yandere x you #yandere scenarios #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere harem #yandere priest #yandere cult

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