#Junho drabble

[dollettiee]

⊹ 𝓗𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 〟

          ꒰       𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦       .ᐟ  .ᐣ       ᡣ𐭩 your husband, romantic yandere! hwang jun—ho comes late to find you sleeping on the couch after tirelessly doing your housewife chores

          ꒰       𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟(𝑠)      .ᐟ  .ᐣ       ᡣ𐭩 husband! hwang jun—ho x housewife! chubby reader, unnamed/oc baby

          ꒰       𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡(𝑠)       .ᐟ  .ᐣ       ᡣ𐭩 mdni. yandere, romantic yandere, soft yandere, chubby reader, petnames (yeobo, baby) could be seen as non—squid game au, fluff, bit angst, brief mentions of insecurities.

          ꒰       𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠       .ᐟ  .ᐣ       ᡣ𐭩 almost teared up while writing this :<< requested by two people and one of them is @cupid-4-hajoon and anon !!!

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 felt like it was stuck on a loop, a familiar rhythm you‘d grown used to. wake up, feed your son, tackle the laundry, put him down for a nap, and then wait for your husband, hwang jun─ho, to return home from work. it was the same, day in and day out.

tonight was no different. your two─years─old son lay sprawled in his crib, his small body snuggled into the blankets. his soft snores filled the room, his tiny fingers clutching his favorite plushie. you patted his round little belly gently, humming a soothing tune, and smiled as his eyelids fluttered shut.

he looked so much like jun─ho, it was almost eerie. the sharp cut of his eyes, the curve of his lips, even the shape of his nose. the resemblance was undeniable, like someone had taken your husband and shrunk him down into a chubby, toddler-sized version.

the dim glow of your bedside lamp cast a warm light over the room, illuminating your son‘s cherubic cheeks and soft, pouty lips. the starry designs you and jun─ho had painstakingly painted on the walls glimmered faintly, a quiet reminder of the nights you spent together building this nursery. jun—ho hadn‘t let you lift a single finger, his hands always on your back or belly, his worry about your health almost suffocating.

you leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your son‘s plump cheek. he let out a sleepy sigh, his little fingers twitching in response. “goodnight, yeobo,” you whispered, the familiar term of endearment rolling off your tongue like a melody.

as you straightened up, your phone lit up in your hand. the lockscreen was a photo of you, jun—ho, and your son from your trip to london. he had insisted on taking it, his arm wrapped firmly around your plushy waist, pulling you close as if the gap between you wasn‘t already nonexistent.

the clock read 10:45 p.m.

you sighed ── your gaze flicking to the empty space where your husband should‘ve been. he‘s late again. he always came home eventually, no matter how late, but the waiting still gnawed at you.

you made your way downstairs, the weight of your day clinging to you like a heavy blanket. the curry chicken you‘d made earlier sat on the stove, waiting to be reheated. as you busied yourself tidying the living room, you caught a glimpse of your reflection in the mirror above the fireplace.

your full cheeks, softened jawline, and rounded shoulders greeted you. you tugged at the hem of your oversized sweater, feeling its comforting stretch over your curves. you’d always been soft—your hips wide, your arms pillowy, your belly plush—and while you tried not to let it bother you, the lingering looks from others sometimes made your chest tighten. but jun—ho had always loved every inch of you, his hands lingering just a little longer on your waist, his fingers tracing the swell of your thighs whenever you were close.

an hour passed, and you were on the brink of sleep, the television murmuring quietly in the background. your body sank into the couch, the day‘s exhaustion weighing down your eyelids.

you didn‘t even hear the door open, but the familiar touch of a hand on your shoulder stirred you. your eyes fluttered open, meeting the intense gaze of jun—ho as he knelt before you. his uniform was slightly rumpled, his tie undone, and his dark eyes were sharp, scanning your face with a quiet intensity that made your heart stutter.

“yeobo,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing, “why didn‘t you go to bed?”

“i was waiting for you,” you admitted, your voice groggy. “the curry— i forgot to reheat it—”

before you could rise, his hands found your wrists, his grip firm but careful. “shh. don‘t worry about that. i already ate.”

his thumb brushed over the soft skin of your palm as his gaze dipped to your rounded cheeks, a small smile tugging at his lips. “you‘re working too hard, baby. look at you ── you‘re exhausted.”

“i‘m fine,” you tried to argue, but the way his hand cupped your face, his thumb tracing the curve of your cheek, silenced you.

“no,” he said quietly, his voice laced with something darker, something unyielding. “you‘re not fine. you‘re tired because you‘re always doing everything for us. for me. you shouldn‘t have to.”

his words made your throat tighten, guilt bubbling to the surface. “but you work so hard too. i just want to make things easier for you—”

his other hand moved to your waist, his fingers curling into the plush fabric of your sweater as if anchoring himself to you. “it‘s not your job to make things easier for me. you‘re already giving me everything. all i want is you.”

“but i do sincerely apologize for not being . . a good father, or husband, and not being able to be here with you guys.”

the intensity in his voice made your chest ache, and you reached up to cup his face, your fingers brushing against the sharp line of his jaw. “jun—ho— baby, don‘t blame yourself. you‘re an amazing husband. an amazing father. we‘re lucky to have you.”

his eyes softened, but the tension in his shoulders didn‘t ease. instead, he leaned forward, pressing his forehead against yours, his voice dropping to a whisper. “you don‘t know how much you mean to me. you don‘t know how much i need you.”

the words lingered in the air, heavy with an unspoken depth that sent a shiver down your spine. his arms wrapped around you, pulling you against him until you were flush with his chest, his hands gripping you as if he was afraid to let go.

as he carried you upstairs, cradling you in his arms like you weighed nothing, his lips brushed against your temple. “you‘re everything to me,” he whispered, the words a soft promise. “i‘ll never let anyone take you away from me.”

you fell asleep that night wrapped in his warmth, his arms like an unyielding shield around you, his presence both comforting and just a little too much.

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[ferrarifinnick]

MANSCAPING! | SQUID GAME HEADCANONS

how they each tend to their gardens…

includes: sang-woo, junho, myung-gi, thanos (beginning of each section is bold and coloured for clarity) pairing: squid game men x f!reader warnings: language, male and female anatomy descriptions, gender expectations and stereotypes ???, established relationships implied.

a/n: i’m in such a headcanon phase lately, and i have so many ideas. if you have any, do share them and i’ll like 99% likely post it asap. also how hot is it imagining sang-woo being all smooth and soft when you’re running your hands down his abs to his—sksksk

— SANG-WOO

reputation is of the utmost importance to SANG-WOO, and the way he best controls this is through his appearance; hygiene included. his suits are pressed and only worn if wrinkle free, just like his hair is combed, styled and washed every single morning without fail. so it comes as no surprise that beneath the privacy of the clothes he wears, he is as equally well taken care of.

he shaves his face every couple of days, but once a week he’ll do his chest down under the waistline of his boxers, too. it’s become a routine, and one he’s meticulous about, at that. he frequently changes the blade of his razor to prevent bumps, uses a premium shaving cream, and even pats down the area with a perfume-free after shave.

you like to call him obsessive, and maybe he is, but it’s all because he’s chasing that gleam of approval in your eyes when you pull down his slacks. and also, it’s his way of putting effort into his image, in a way that only you are privy to.

— JUN-HO

JUN-HO is less high maintenance than sang-woo. he likes a sprinkle of stubble, even thinks it looks better on him than clean shaven. the way his pubic hair blends perfectly into his happy trail on his lower abdomen, it just looks right. masculine in a way he likes, but not unruly. but when his pubic hair starts growing that little bit too long, he’ll clean it up with an electric shaver, the kind you shave the hair on your head with.

it isn’t something he notices until it’s too long, so he’ll usually do it impulsively. expect to hear vibrating behind the closed bathroom door one random afternoon, but make sure to knock before stepping in to investigate, because jun-ho likes his privacy when manscaping.

you would have definitely walked in on him before, expecting to see him using one of your vibrators for some private relief with all intentions to help. but seeing him shaving was somehow more embarrassing for jun-ho. something about being caught with his pants down, holding a mirror under his balls while trimming them, felt worse. so just knock in the future, yeah?

— MYUNG-GI

yeah, shaving isn’t MYUNG-GI’s speed. that razor’s for his face, and if it touches anything else, he will incinerate it. that goes for you using his razor, too! don’t let him know you’ve used it to shave your legs or underarms, and dear god don’t let him know it’s gone between your legs. his little pathetic heart couldn’t take it.

he’ll buy your own razor if he ever finds out, and it’ll be the most obnoxious shade of pink just so he can put it next to his blue one as a reminder not to fuck up like that again. but don’t think badly of him, okay? it’ll be one of those fancy scented ones with the built in lubricant that glides over your skin.

so while he won’t shave his pubic hair, he will control it by trimming down his bush like a well kept hedge in a garden. he treats his pubic hair like a staple of his masculinity, and expects you to like it as well. if you don’t, keep it to yourself. he doesn’t want to hear it anyway.

— THANOS

there’s only one style THANOS is rocking, and that’s au natural, baby! he doesn’t care to put an ounce of effort into controlling the chaos around his manhood, because why should he? he’s not a girl, he doesn’t have to live up to the same laborious expectations to be plucked bald like a chicken, so why on earth would he? it’s stupid to expect otherwise, and he won’t be afraid to say that to your face if you bring up the topic of him manscaping.

after all, it saves him time, money, pain, and honestly, if you have a problem with it, he’s going to question just how into men you really are. he’ll tell you only real men have pubic hair like him, manly men who are better than those other guys that are too feminine for his liking.

he’d make you feel so stupid for having a preference that isn’t him, and won’t hesitate to laugh you out the room if you disagree. but if you get all sad, he’ll half-ass an apology and roll his eyes, then suggest you get on your knees and learn to appreciate his manhood.

i’m just saying… if i saw any of these men in a towel, i wouldn’t care what the f they have going on down there just gimme. like, comment, reblog. love <33

[justsomekpopstuff]

ateez as 80s songs (according to me)

current masterlist | fic recs

Hongjoong: "We Got the Beat" by The Go-Go's

Seonghwa: "Take On Me" by a-ha

Yunho: "Never Gonna Give You Up" by Rick Astley (unintentional rick roll)

Yeosang: "Everybody Wants to Rule the World" by Tears for Fears

San: "I Wanna Dance With Somebody (Who Loves Me)" by Whitney Houston

Mingi: "We Didn't Start the Fire" by Billy Joel

Wooyoung: "Walking on Sunshine" by Katrina & the Waves

Junho: "You're the Voice" by John Farnham

[makeitworse]

VICE

contains: dark themes. fem reader x junho. crushing on ur older brother figure. age gap. taboo / weird dynamic. suggestive. 18+

notes: requested. drabble / indent format :p

growing up, jun-ho was the boy next door. your neighbour’s kind-eyed, gentle voiced son. the youngest in his family, yet far older than you. he was supposed to just stay that.

your families were close; his mother, ms. park, often looked after you when your parents worked late hours. eventually that became routine— you had a seat saved at their dinner table each night. ms. park would fix you up lunch for the next day. there were even chores delegated to you.

jun-ho was someone you admired and trusted, and yet he always seemed just out of reach. there’d be nights after dinner where you were both curled up on the couch, stifling your laughter at some old classic playing on the tv— his mother having long gone to bed.

he’d turn to you with jokes, and you’d swat his shoulder with barely contained giggles. he’d never hold your gaze for more than a second. he’d let you touch him, but after he would inch away on the couch. you always noticed, of course. and you never got used to how it stung each time.

your ages were on opposite ends of the term “teenager”. you considered yourself grown, though— mentally at his level. it’s why you always challenged him. why you’d intentionally brush past him just to feel him freeze up. you always resisted the impulse to ask what his problem was.

you meet again later in life. since his family moved away, you hadn’t heard anything from jun-ho. it’s not like he was going to maintain a connection with a girl much younger than him anyways, when he was basically an adult— you see that, now that you’re grown too.

it’s like he never left— you clicked almost instantly, as if you grew up side-by-side, not knowing each other in intervals. he’s always seen you as part of his extended family. even now, he feels an obligation to protect you. and it makes his evolving feelings deeply unsettling to him.

despite your maturity, he’s finding it difficult to treat you like an equal. it irritates you that he’s still seeing just that “kid next door” he’d babysit on occasion. you try to balance showing him that you’re grown while reminding him that you’re not actually family.

and he knows this. you’re not related, but the history, the age gap— it’s an unspoken taboo. he was raised to respect you, not desire. his mother would disapprove. so would your parents. and that’s not out of law or morality; it just didn’t feel right.

in terms of your dynamic, jun-ho holds the emotional upper hand— he’s older, more experienced, used to being the one in control. you’re drawn to his discipline, but you tend to butt heads over your independence. you challenge his way of thinking. you make him second guess what he thought was fact.

tension builds unmistakably in every moment you spend together. quiet dinners, invading personal space, brushing touches and lingering gazes. once, you’d both had far too much to drink, and a there was a near-kiss incident. both of you pretended it didn’t happen.

yet, it very much did, and that tension festered in every following interaction. eventually, jun-ho gives in. he’s tired of running circles in his brain, justifying it, berating himself for considering it— rinse repeat.

your first true kiss is slow, hesitant. it happened one evening in his apartment. jun-ho had pulled you to him by the wrist without words, and taken your lips with his. it was deeply charged with unsaid words— and it was over as soon as it started. you both pulled away at the same time.

intimacy progressed slow and as sure as you were born. kisses were brief, hands never stayed long enough for the warmth to last. his every action was shadowed by doubt. jun-ho’s torn between desire and duty— wanting you and hating himself for it. you deserved someone your own age, someone you had genuine feelings for, not just some coming-of-age awakening.

your physical relationship remained stop-start— guilt on his behalf, bravery on yours. that sweet moment he finally touched you, it’s with the reverence of a man cursing every second of it. jun-ho’s hands were steady, practiced, but his breath bated. you felt like a kid again with how he could barely keep his eyes on you.

he whispered your name like a prayer and a warning— eyes dark with want and guilt, his forehead resting against yours as if proximity might absolve him. he murmured that he shouldn’t, but he does. it all floods to the surface. it’s not just lust, it’s surrender. the man beneath the badge.

jun-ho felt two clashing forces: what feels wrong and what feels real— because with you, he feels seen in a way no one else manages. he’s deeply protective of that, it borders on possessive— but he’s tactful at justifying it with logic and care.

because despite it all— he doesn’t want to see you with anyone else. he knows there’s no one else who can look after you how he can.

idk how i feel ab the quality of this LMFAO

tags: @lightinbug @sherrayyyyy @ferrarifinnick @namsgyu @riddlerloveb0t @loveesiren @ttturnitup @bcfcpsh @avsarchivez @frontwomann

[sombrashe]

Squid Game Masterlist

Reader will always be envisioned chubby

♡ no content warnings ˙ᵕ˙ ♡ suggestive ˙ᵕ˙ ♡ gore, death, violence

nam-gyu & thanos spotify playlist

♡ team thanos piercings & tattoos ♡ suggestive piercings

♡ 2 random relationship headcanons team thanos ♡ suggestive

⛐ road trip with team thanos

♡ exercising with ... thanos, junho, semi, inho, junhee

♡ smau gihun, jungbae, inho, junhee

♡ smau team thanos

♡ crazy, crazy, crazy (601 words) requested

♡ sweater paws (767 words) x fem reader

♡ asphyxiation (1k words) requested

♡ aphrodisiac (2.3k words)

headcanons

♡ general headcanon dump (slight thanos x reader)

♡ general headcanon dump

♡♡ yandere headcanon dump ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ requested

♡ pervert headcanon dump

♡♡ incel namgyu x bimbo reader

♡♡ incel namgyu headcanon dump x fem reader

♡ incel namgyu headcanon dump 2 x fem reader

♡ incel namgyu headcanon dump 3

♡ discord mod namgyu x e-kitten reader requested

headcanons / drabbles

♡ docile violence x fem reader ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ requested

eating p♡ssy

♡ riding him

♡ dry humping

♡ incel namgyu taking your virginity

♡ x's & o's (707 words)

headcanons / drabbles

♡ using thanos bicep to show off your nails

viral twitter selfie reader x rapper thanos

x fem!reader ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ best if read on mobile

♡ part 1 ♡ part 2 ♡ part 3 ♡ part 4 ♡ part 5

♡ part 6 ♡ part 7 ♡ part 8 (on hiatus)

♡ fingertips (alternative link) 1.6k words

♡ healthy ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ can be read as platonic or romantic

headcanons

♡ thangyu headcanon dump

♡ x pierced!reader ♡ blowjob mention

headcanons / drabbles

♡ first time ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ includes thanos x fem!reader & namgyu x fem!reader

♡ hare (alternative link) 1.4k words

♡ rabbit (600 words) requested

♡ suffocation requested ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ daeho x fem!reader & junho x gn!reader

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[echo-story]

Squid Game Season 2

Soooo… I have a lot of ideas and I need some direction….

I’m itching to write something for this show (strangely did not have the same urge after the first season)

[slytherinshua]

DECKS THE HALLS : slytherinshua's holiday/3000 follower event.

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[ this is event is now closed ]

note : so we are not quite at 3000 followers yet BUT we are 19 away as i type this (now officially surpassed 3k!!!!!!!!), so i decided to just post this event not as a joint holiday and milestone celebration because i'm super excited about this !! thank you so much for 3k, i love every single one of you and hope that you will enjoy participating in this event and reading the fics that come out of it 🥹🥹🥹

rules : pick 1 idol from the list below along with 1 prompt. the idol list is organized in group name alphabetical order for easy navigation. after you have picked your idol and prompt, send in an ask with your request (ex. taehyun with #1, fresh flowers). i will cross off both lists as the requests fill up (no duplicate idols or prompts will be accepted, and no requests with multiple prompts listed will be accepted). a drabble will be written for as many requests as i can handle. you are welcome to send in multiple requests, but be aware that not all may be able to be completed. (i would appreciate if second requests be sent in a separate ask from the first ones so it's easy to keep track of). with all that being said, thank you so much for 3000 followers i love you all <3

disclaimer : there may not be every idol from a group on the list. this is either because i don't feel as confident writing for them, or i'm simply not as inspired to write for them as other members. it is not because i love the member less than the others.

ampers&one - na kamden, choi jiho, mackiah mercer, or kim seungmo

astro - lee dongmin, park minhyuk, or yoon sanha

cix - kim yonghee, bae jinyoung, or yoon hyunsuk

lucy - shin yechan, choi sangyeop, jo wonsang, or shin gwangil

mcnd - song minjae, no huijun, or bang junhyuk

nct wish - oh sion or kim daeyoung

nomad - hong doeui, shin kangsu, or jeong junho

onf - kim hyojin, lee changyun, lee seungjun, shim jaeyoung, park minkyun, or mizuguchi yuto

seventeen - wen junhui, jeon wonwoo, or xu minghao

sf9 - kim youngbin, lee jaeyoon, lee sanghyuk, baek juho, kim seokwoo, yoo taeyang or kim youngkyun

the boyz - kim younghoon, jacob bae, kevin moon, or choi chanhee

tomorrow x together - choi yeonjun, kang taehyun, or hueningkai

tws - shin junghwan, han zhen, or han jihoon

verivery - lee dongheon, jo gyehyeon, ju yeonho, kim yongseung, or yoo kangmin

victon - han seungwoo, kang seungsik, lim sejun, choi byungchan, or jung subin

wayv - qian kun, ten lee, or liu yangyang

&team - koga yudai, byun euijoo, nakakita yuma, asakura jo, takayama riki, or hirota riki

1 - fresh flowers

2 - sprigs of lavender

3 - folded laundry

4 - crackling fireplace

5 - bright snow

6 - shining northern lights

7 - minty breath

8 - smudged lipstick

9 - matching rings

10 - pastel sundresses

11 - wet swimsuits

12 - hand-knitted hats

13 - ripped boxing gloves

14 - matching tattoos

15 - unspoken promises

16 - dry aged wine

17 - freshly brewed coffee

18 - burnt toast

19 - smooth piano keys

20 - tear stains on a pillow

21 - warmth of skin

22 - gleaming gemstones

23 - ointments and bandages

24 - scarred hands

25 - cuts and bruises

26 - a sharp sword

27 - a rusty dagger

28 - a torn dress

29 - a velvet suit

30 - a stolen jersey

31 - a scuffed motorcycle helmet

32 - a computer screen’s light reflected onto skin

33 - a closet under the stairs

34 - a comforting embrace

35 - a hand-written birthday card

36 - a spell unknowingly cast

37 - a secret heir to the throne

38 - a hot bullet

39 -a favour done in secret

40 - a flood of memories once forgotten

41 - a flushed face and breathless body

42 - a hint of perfume

43 - an empty basketball court lit by street lights

44 - soap suds slipping down one’s shoulder

45 - combing a hand through one’s hair

46 - arms clasped around one’s waist

47 - hands chilly from the cold

48 - thumbs running over one’s jawline

49 - rain running down a cold cheek

50 - knots worked out of one’s shoulder

51 - waking up from a bad dream

52 - huddling under one blanket together

completed fics :

1 - hueningkai + gleaming gemstones

2 - wonwoo + arms clasped around one's waist

3 - jun + thumbs running over one's jawline

4 - jo + bright snow

5 - sangyeop + scarred hands

6 - minghao + a scuffed motorcycle helmet

7 - euijoo + a stolen jersey

8 - yudai + rain running down a cold cheek

9 - kangmin + a hot bullet

10 - yangyang + matching tattoos

11 - mackiah + pastel sundresses

12 - kamden + a favour done in secret

13 - sion + waking up from a bad dream

14 - hanjin + ointments and bandages

15 - jinyoung + smudged lipstick

16 - jihoon + a comforting embrace

17 - sanha + hand knitted hat

18 - yeonjun + folded laundry

19 - yuto + warmth of skin

20 - younghoon + combing a hand through one's hair

21 - jaeyoon + knots worked out of one's shoulders

22 - junho + wet swimsuits

23 - shinyu + burnt toast

[xoteajays]

well .......... they have names now (hsu yueli and hsu tiancai) and i'm gonna rewatch s2 to develop them more. and jisoo too while i'm at it.

what if instead of making more aib ocs, i pivot to the other death game series and make more squid game ocs? for s2/s3?

[canonically47]

May Drabble Challenge by: @thedrabblecollective

Day 22: Tenacity Fandom: Squid Game Characters: Hwang Jun-ho, The Recruiter

a/n: i used today as an excuse to write something that's been on my mind for a while now thanks to several mutuals over on twitter - the ghost of kiyong haunting junho. what an image.

oh, slightly related, but the official squid game account followed me on twitter. you can check their following if you don't believe me. i still haven't really wrapped my head around it... i'm so confused as to why or how this happened, but hey, i'm not complaining. they basically just confirmed juncruiter & moon kiyong as canon!

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“Detective.”

“Stop.”

“Detectiiiiive…”

“I said stop.”

“Oh, detective…!”

“I’m telling you—”

“BOO!”

Jun-ho stares blankly at the being before him. Ki-yong, in turn, pouts.

“I didn’t scare you?” His tone is amusingly heartbroken.

Jun-ho quirks an eyebrow.

For days now, the ghost of the Recruiter has been relentlessly haunting him, with an infuriating and overwhelming tenacity. Jun-ho doesn’t know what to do about him – or if there’s even anything to do.

“Obviously not.”

Ki-yong sighs. “Alas, I can only hope I will be good enough for you one day.”

Jun-ho ignores the heat in his cheeks.

“In your dreams.”

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Day 21 | Day 23

[namjoonscoffeeshop]

My first confession | Drabbles

A part of DEEP series

✧ Pairing:Min Yoongi x reader

✧ warning(s): explicit language

✧ word count: 1.6k

a/n: I came up with this drabble out of the blue and decided to write it. please if you want to see anything let me know in the requests!

index | askme!

"Mom please, just let me stay here" you whine, brushing your hair back with your fingers you roll your eyes. Yoongi grins as he looks at you from the living room, tomorrow was a big day and as you asked your parents to let you stay here with yoongi but they kept their ground. 

"it's you're 21st birthday, your dad wants to spend it with you. and your family also wants to see you" your mom inhales, exhausted from fighting with you. 

"but I want to spend it with yoongi and his friends" you groan, annoyed of not getting through to her. yoongi finally gets up from his seat and walks over to you. "let me talk to her" you glare at him as he was trying to not laugh at you, enjoying the moment of you being angry. 

passing the phone to him "you're doing me a favor" he just chuckles and you could imagine your mom probably yelling at you about your response. he shoos you away and you show him your middle finger, heading to the kitchen to finish making the both of you something to eat. it was your idea to cook at home since you guys have been getting take out or eating on campus and you nagged him about eating more healthier. 

"alright, it's settled. you can stay here" he smiles, placing the phone on the counter and making his way next to you. he leans on the kitchen island watching you cut the vegetables. "yeah? and what's the condition" he snorts, receiving a glare from you. "you know your mom really well" 

"i'm surprised you even thought I wouldn't know there would be a but in her agreement"

"we just have to come over next weekend thats all" he smiles. 

"I guess thats not so hard.." you mumble. 

you knew that the moment jimin and taehyung offered to set up your party that they would go over the top but kept true to them promising to only make it the seven of them, jihye and junho. 

yoongi shuts the door of the car, a grouchy look on his face as he shoves his keys into his jean jacket's pocket. "come on yoongi please don't act like that" you whine, grabbing his arm as you pull him close to you.  "what am I doing" he lets you pull him towards their house. 

"junho is my friend too, please don't be rude"

"really?" he stops his steps, making you jerk back. you look back at him with a 'what the fuck' look. "who do you pick" he says sternly 

"i'm not going to ask either of you to leave, so jus-"

"no" he cuts you off, holding your hand "who do you pick between him and me" you inhale, gripping his hand as you grab the other "yoongi, you know I pick you"

and his gummy smile appears on his lips, intertwining his fingers with yours. entering jimin's apartment everyone starts congratulating you and hugging you.  

"you finally caught up to us" junho says, taking a hold of your hand as he pulls you into a hug. he had roses in his hand which he hands to you. "thank you" you smile, yoongi was standing behind him and didn't waste the chance to mock you 'thank you' he mouths as he rolls his eyes. namjoon nudging his arm as he laughs. 

"lets eat shall we, taehyung cooked" jimin points at him, who's standing up proud, pumping his chest out as he flexes his arms but his ego was crushed by yoongi "great, i told you we should've just ordered something or let me cook" he groans. taehyung's face looks hurt "hey! I can cook you know!" everyone laughs. 

"don't take him serious" you go in for a hug, since you hadn't hugged him yet. he squeezes you tightly "nah, we shouldn't have invited him" he mutters, cheek against the crown of your head. you laugh at his remark. 

"if i'm not here neither would she be here" yoongi snaps back 

"she's grown, she can go out without you" junho speaks, eyes on yoongi. the room is silent for a second, yoongi's lips parting as he's going to respond but you cut in "he's sayin that cause my mom wanted me to come home this weekend" you move away from taehyung, looking at yoongi with pleading eyes to let it go. He just nods slowly, eyes drifting to some painting on the wall where his eyes stick there. 

"anyways" your hands clasps together "can we get this started" 

drunk

you were dead drunk. at first you were being careful to not drink so much, but taehyung gave you no break. he kept filling up your cup, and to save him from yoongi who had already grabbed him by the collar as he threats him to stop pressuring you but you came to the rescue telling him that you wanted to see what your limit was. 

your head was against yoongis arm, he would glance at you every once and while making sure you were not asleep but he couldn't help chuckle at your drunk state. "she's gone" jihye laughs, taking photos of you with her phone. "alright alright, that's enough of that "yoongi turns his body, trying to help you sit up but instead you fall face flat to his chest "yeah I think it's time to go home" 

he sits you up by your shoulders, calling your name gently trying to get you to react but you were just drowsy at this point and tipsy. 

"isn't jihye taking her home" junho grabs your hand slightly before yoongi pulls you out of his reach "and why the fuck would she" he spats, reaching his limit of dealing with this man. 

"she's drunk" he stands up. "junho" jihye chuckles awkwardly "sit down, they live next to each other...and they've known each other way longer" she tugs on his shirt. everyone else was enjoying the scene. taehyung's brows raised as his eyes dart from yoongi to junho. "alright alright, cut it out" namjoon speaks up "yoongi just take her home, we'll explain to junho how shit runs here" 

"i wasn't asking for permission anyways" as he crouches down he lifts you up in his arms, smug smile on his face on his way out. 

"yoongi" you cry, tears in your eyes as he pats your back. "stop crying" he's holding back his laugh, the moment you woke up you began to cry. "but you don't get it" you hit his arm "then explain it to me, but stay still" sitting you on the toilet cover, he grabs the make up wipes from your basket. struggling to take one out since you wouldn't give him space, finally getting one out and wiping it gently across your face as he makes sure to get all the make up. "do me a favor and keep crying so I can make sure to get all the mascara" he snorts when you slap his hand away giving you a exaggerated 'ouch'

"you're mean" 

"babe, i'm trying to listen to you but all you're doing is crying. take a deep breath and talk" his hand caressing your knee. you take in a few breaths and he continues to wipe your face. 

you exhale "i love you" you bite down on your lip. palms sweaty "i really really love you" your heart is pounding against your chest. you finally told him how you feel. 

his hand freezes, but his soft eyes meet yours and he doesn't look away. "i love you too kid" pinching your cheek. 

"yoongi" you whine

"okay, i understand alright. i love you too, we've known each other before we even could walk. i adore you alright" he throws the wipe away. "now brush your teeth cause you know you can't sleep without brushing your teeth"

after adding toothpaste to your toothbrush he hands it to you "i'll go look for something comfortable to wear, where did you put my clothes I brought over here? i don't wanna leave you alone just to find you dead cause you fell or something" he laughs as he walks down the hall to your room "in the closet" you say slowly. staring at the toothbrush with your heart broken. 

once your done, you enter your room and he's already changed his outfit. on the bed he put your favorite pajamas which was one of his black shirts and shorts. "change, i'll get you some water" once he returns you're already in bed, he places the glass of water on the night stand. you feel the bed sink down as he climbs in "you're sleeping?" 

you don't respond, just hug the blanket "come here" he pokes your back. and you couldn't help it but turn and cuddle into his chest has he rubs your back as you drift to sleep. 

"i fucking hate him" you cry, yoongi holding your hair back in a pony tail, he didn't have a chance to get you a hair tie. since you dashed out of the room and into the bathroom throwing up your insides. "i told you not to over do it, now you know what will happen" he chuckles, patting your back slowly. 

"i'ma kill him" you throw up some more. 

"i tried to stop him and you still didn't listen" he shakes his head. you sit back wiping your mouth with a towel. 

"all better?" you see the smile creeping on his face as he tries to not laugh "fuck you" you hover over the toilet throwing up again. 

and he couldn't help it but laugh. 

Part two

[ferrarifinnick]

IT’S OVER! | MEN OF SQUID GAME HEADCANONS

you tell them you want out of the relationship, and they react to your revelation.

includes: daeho (player 388), myung-gi (player 333), sang-woo (player 218), jun-ho (police officer).

warnings: mildly toxic behaviour from myung-gi.

wc: 0.8k

a/n: i had a little writer's block, but the inspiration is starting to flow again so get used to seeing me back in your feed hehe. enjoy <3

DAEHO / PLAYER 388

he would stare at you for a long moment, his face falling as his heart sinks to his feet. “w-what?” he asks, his voice so uncharacteristically sombre it nearly doesn’t sound like it’s him speaking. his shoulders deflate, and he’ll stare intensely at you as he begins to realise this isn’t a cruel joke you’re playing on him.

he’ll gaze at you helplessly, his lips quivering as they curl into a frown. the urge to bury his face in your neck and hold you tight is one he has to fight, because for the first time since he met you, he knows he can no longer seek comfort in you.

“i love you,” he’ll say, even if people outside the room might call him pathetic for clinging on. “i’ll do better,” he promises. “i’ll get another job, pay off my debt, i just…” he’ll look down and slowly reach out for your hand, gently taking it and rubbing his thumb over your skin. he’ll look up into your eyes, desperate and longing for you to change your mind. “i can’t lose you.”

MYUNG-GI / PLAYER 333

he doesn’t let you finish your speech and will cut you off once he gets the gist of what you’re saying. his face will twist and he’ll wave a hand to stop you from talking. “so that’s just it?” he’ll ask flatly. “you’re going to throw away this, us, just like that?”

he’ll search your eyes for any sign of hesitation, and once he realises you’re serious, he’ll just scoff and look away. he’ll push himself off the couch and onto his feet, and make a point to loudly pack some belongings into a bag. “i can’t believe you,” he’ll mutter, along with “you’re so dramatic” as he sighs and shakes his head the whole time he mopes around.

when he opens the front door and sees you not even looking at him, he realises you aren’t playing games with him. that you’re serious. his heart spikes with fear as he slowly comes to terms with the fact that this really is the end. but he won’t let you think you’re in control. he’ll sigh and, as if it’s inevitable, he’ll say “call me when you come to your senses,” before slamming the door shut behind him.

SANG-WOO / PLAYER 218

he’ll patiently sit through your speech, hands loosely clasped together because he knows he can’t reach out for yours anymore. for once, he isn’t taking mental notes of things to circle back to like he does in work. he just listens, lets you pour your heart out, because even if he disagrees with ending the relationship, he will always respect your opinion.

after you’re done, he’ll need a minute to process it all before he can respond. he’s always thinking two steps ahead, working out what words will get the best response, but not now. not when his heart is aching and his lover is hurting.

he’ll let out a shaky sigh, look into your eyes and sincerely say, “i’m sorry i haven’t been making you happy.” there’s no trick, no mind games, just crushing regret that he didn’t catch onto this issue before it had ruined the one good thing he had: you.

he won’t let you see how deeply in despair he is, because his vulnerability isn’t meant to guilt you into staying. if you change your mind, it won’t be because you were manipulated into it, and if you do, he’ll be ready and he’ll be better for you.

or so he says when he opens the front door. he gazes at you once more, before quietly slipping out, closing the door softly behind him.

JUNHO / POLICE OFFICER

while you explain how his job is too demanding, his phone will continuously interrupt with vibrations of new notifications. he’ll dismiss it and urge you to continue explaining, but when his phone starts to ring with an incoming call from his boss, he’ll freeze as he’s halfway through instinctively answering it.

this is exactly what you mean.

he’ll slowly lower the phone, realising just how neglectful he’s been to your relationship. he turns off his phone and tosses it behind him dismissively, then turns to give you his full attention. he takes your hands in his, squeezing them gently as he leans in closer.

“i’m sorry, i see what you’re saying and i agree, i am too focussed on work,” he says, soft and sincere. “i realise it now, and i’ll make changes to make you happier, just give me a chance to show you.”

if you say no and try to leave, he won’t stop you. he respects himself too much to beg you to stay, but he’ll still follow you to the door and help you put on your shoes. he cares about you too much not to. but as you go to leave, he’ll draw your attention by taking and squeezing your hand again, letting you go after he softly says, “i’ll be here if you change your mind.” he’ll kiss your hand and watch as you walk away.

nobody would ever break up with daeho so you know this is fiction lol. like, comment, reblog. love <3

[laceswan]

Fic Recommendations <3

Stray Kids

1-am, Kim Seungmin x gn!reader, fluff-@northsoulss

Closer than Friends, Kim Seungmin x gn!reader, fluff- @dreamescapeswriting

Invisible Ties, Kim Seungmin x gn!reader, childhood friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, fluff- @starseungs

7:30 pm, Kim Seungmin x gn!reader, so much fluff- @dreamyyeosang

Lipgloss, Kim Seungmin x gn!reader, angst, fluff ending- @hanjisick

Movies, photographer!Kim Seungmin x model!gn!reader, angst, fluff ending- @comet-falls

Wanted if Forever, Kim Seungmin x fem!reader, angst, fluff ending, hurt/comfort- @miel-ji

(Untitled Christmas headcannons), Kim Seungmin x fem!reader, fluff- @sunboki

Dense, Bang Chan x fem!reader, angst- @sunwoowrites

Yeah, Flowers Follow, Seo Changbin x florist!fem!reader, fluff- @catiuskaa

Breakup HCs, Maknae line (hyung line is linked) x fem!reader, ANGST- @dazed—xx

Soft hours tag @rachalixie

Stray Kids Fic Rec List @insidetheravens

Ateez

(Untitled first kiss drabble), Choi San x gn!reader, fluff, mild spice- @bubblyyeonjun

i'm glad i have you with me, Choi San x fem!reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, childhood friends to lovers, slow burn- @mybelovedwoo

Hunger Games

Harry Potter

Hidden Messages in Foreign Languages, Regulus Black x fem!reader, fluff- @applebutter-and-cinnamon

Sleepy, Regulus Black x gn!reader, fluff- @queerpumpkinnn

so tired, Regulus Black x gn!reader, hurt/comfort- @gilmore-angel

Falling, Regulus Black x fem!ravenclaw!reader, fluff- @ardisia-florence-james

Kissing with Regulus Black would include, Regulus Black x fem!reader, fluff- @angelblacksmith

The Brothers Black, Regulus Black x fem!reader, slight angst, fluff- @sufferingstarlight

A Snake and his Little Bird, Regulus Black x fem!sunshine!reader, some angst, hurt/comfort- @robynlilyblack

Regulus Black Masterlist- @messers-moony

Deadly Favors, Theseus Scamander x gn!reader, angst, fluff ending- @spideyharrington

The Legend of Vox Machina (Critical Role)

(Untitled proposal fic), Percy de Rolo x gn!reader, fluff- @saphirered

Floriography, Percy de Rolo x fem!OC, fluff- @leopardfang15

In the Glade, Percy de Rolo x gn!reader, fluff- @finn-writes-stuff

Mha

Your Soldier, Knight!Takami Keigo x Princess!reader, Royalty AU, fluff- @livlivlivliv

Crimson and Cloves, Todoroki Shoto x fem!reader, Hanahaki AU, angst- @gcpards

(Untitled drabble), Shinsou Hitoshi x gn!reader, so much angst, major character death, fluff ending- @alienaiver

Iida Tenya Masterlist, CONTAINS SOME SMUT YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED- @lovinkiri

Haikyuu

HQ Masterlist- @215-luv

HQ Imagines Masterlist- @arhvste

(Untitled drabble), Sakusa Kiyoomi x gn!reader, fluff- @kentolove

Touch-Averse, Sakusa Kiyoomi x fem!reader, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff ending- @watevermelon

You Look Pretty When You Do the Laundry, Sakusa Kiyoomi x gn!reader, fluff- @otoyastoy

I Need to Talk to You, Akaashi Keiji x fem!reader, fluff- @otoyastoy

JuJutsu Kaisen

Sweet Love, Nanami Kento x gn!reader, fluff- @haruchuiyo

Kitchen Charm, Domestic!Nanami Kento x gn!reader, fluff- @itsfairly

Masterlist, CONTAINS SOME SMUT YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED- @kentosbabes

rich bf nanami headcannons, Nanami Kento x impliedfem!reader, fluff- @kiyoily

Arcane

The Queen of the Undercity, Silco x wife!reader, mentions of murder, arguably fluff- @shimmerandink

Star Wars

If Only pt. 1 (part 2 is linked), Obi-Wan Kenobi x gn!reader, angst- @make-me-imagine

(Untitled breakup drabble), Poe Dameron x gn!reader, angst- @never—doubt

The Arrival of the Pilots, Poe Dameron x gn!reader, mild angst, fluff- @gawaaine

Invisible String, Poe Dameron x gn!reader, mutual pining, fluff- @campingwiththecharmings

Twilight

Insomnia, Jasper Hale x fem!human!reader, fluff- @junkdrawerfics

Heartbeat, Jasper Hale x fem!human!reader, fluff- @3vergr3en

Squid Game

Eliminated, Hwang Junho x gn!reader, fluff- @sweetenercode

Dating HCs, Hwang Junho x fem!not korean!reader, fluff- @sophiewritesworld

The World Will Suffer, Hwang Junho x gn!reader, angst- @philomaay

Dating HCs, Hwang Junho x gn!reader, fluff- @saebyeoked

Real People

when you fall asleep, Chris Evans x actress!reader, fluff- @imyourbratzdoll

[player016]

I just finished a Junhun drabble I’m really happy with! I’m gonna sit on it for now in case ch 9 of ITW takes me forever and I need something to post in the meantime BUT it is Junho with a blood kink and it’s very domestic so look forward to that

[leroleroleon]

Just came out of my hibernation mode (it's getting colder where I'm from and I hate it) to ask why hasn't anybody made an edit, drabble, or anything inspired by No Longer You chorus and Hwang In-ho.

Like, it's right there, his "song of past romance" being his wife, "sacrifice of man" him in the games, "portrayals of betrayal" being accused of taking bribery, "a brother's final stand" Junho—I don't need to say anything else.

If people are waiting for S3 to match with the rest of the lyrics (I see you on the brick of death/I see you draw your final breath) let me tell you, don't.

[yoon-ssi]

masterlist

Need any help baby? - Yesung from Super Junior (smut)

Naked - Yesung from Super Junior (smut)

simpleness for the first time - Kyuhyun from Super Junior (smut)

Vacation - Junhoe from iKON (smut)

just relaxation - Winwin from NCT (fluff)

Do as you wish, mistress - Jaehyun from NCT (smut)

Having fun by yourself, little girl? - Jaehyun from NCT (smut)

Felt good, babydoll? - Doyoung from NCT (smut)

10:25pm - Hyungwon from MonstaX (fluff)

So hard, so enticing - Yugyeom from GOT7 (smut)

Bubble gum heart - Jungkook from BTS (drabble angst)

Quads - Jungkook from BTS (smut)

They were roommates (part 1) - Sehun & Junmyeon from EXO

They were roommates (part 2)

They were roommates (part 3)

They were roommates (part 4)

the traveler in hsr - Genshin Impact x Honkai: Star rail crossover (for more of GI/HSR I have another blog @generalsdiary )

[ayukaze]

did you think there’s a chance i would let it pass when you let me know i can send more 🤤

then it’s ✨coming back for another kiss✨ (yoona and junho made me do this)

OKAY BESTIE BUCKLE UP because this definitely isn't a drabble 🤣

But my mind went = kdrama = karaoke = kvariety shows always giving the good singers a low score during karaoke themed games and this is what was born ✨

And since we're celebrating the comeback of the century today, I just knew I had to keep the setting musically inclined or else!! 😤

But tbvh, I have like a million different scenarios of Mimi, Yamato and a karaoke booth so this is just the tip of the iceberg, it sure would be nice to ✨visualise✨ them singing together once in a while.

Happy Reading ~

💙~~💚

Two pairs of eyes were sharply fixed on a tiny screen that hung on the wall in front of them. Currently, the display was swirling digits around to the noise of a drumroll and both the occupants of the dimly lit karaoke room stood with bated breath, waiting for the score to appear. Mimi clutched onto the mic in her hand as she followed the numbers rolling around on the screen diligently. She had already scored a 100 on her song performance so there was no need for her to worry so much unless her opponent too ended up getting the same score, which meant another intense face off and she couldn’t be sure if she’d manage to hit all the high notes once again. She sneaked a glance at Yamato from the corner of her eye. He too was holding onto his mic tightly, as if that itself would make him score full points. His brow was furrowed into a deep frown and his jaw was set sternly like this was a matter of life and death for him. Mimi had always known that he was very proud of his singing skills, which is why she hesitated to go up against him at first.

The two had run into each other at a record shop after school, coincidentally buying the same album. Yamato had raised a surprised eyebrow at seeing Mimi’s interest in this particular band but he didn’t make any condescending comments about it. While they waited in the payment line, Mimi decided to question him about his favourite songs by the band, and of course, that’s where the coincidence ended. All the songs that Mimi enjoyed were the ones Yamato disliked and vice versa so it didn’t take too long for their conversation to become heated. Eventually, it moved on from the topic of the band to their musical tastes in general and since they happened to cross a karaoke place on their way to the train station, Yamato suggested that they test out who’s better at singing by having a little match over their favourite songs by the band from before.

Mimi knew that for her singing was a hobby, not a skill she was trained in so it wouldn’t be wise for her to go up against Yamato, who had a few years of experience singing live. But he had looked so smug with that lopsided smile that he rarely showed, as if he’d won the contest even before it had begun. There was no other choice for Mimi but to accept his challenge, she was going to make him realise that her taste in music was just as good and just because he’d been in a band for a few years, he was no expert in the field of music.

From the minute they’d entered the karaoke room, the tension in the air had made her skin tingle but she managed to get a hold of her nerves as soon as she started to sing. She poured every bit of her energy into the song, she channelled the frustration she’d felt through the evening every time she couldn’t get the last word in during their argument because Yamato always had a dry remark up his sleeve, every time he managed to prove her statement wrong by quickly looking up the correct fact or just how annoyed he made her by following her around despite not agreeing to a single word she’d said all evening.

What did he even want from her, was the question that plagued her mind, if he thought her way of picking a good song was so wrong, then why didn’t he just leave her alone and go home? Mimi took every emotion from those bottled up questions and poured it into her song, which resulted in her scoring full points. She’d jumped up and down with excitement as Yamato sat there stunned, his mouth hanging open while he stared at the result on the screen. But the bewilderment only lasted a minute and he quickly pulled himself together, starting his own song right away.

When she heard him sing, the burst of joy she’d felt from scoring a 100 faded pretty quickly. But still, Mimi found it very hard to feel down while listening to Yamato’s voice, the smooth yet deep tone had a gravitational pull of its own that sucked her attention away from everything else and for the few minutes that his performance dominated the room, she even forgot all about their little contest.

But finally, he finished his song and very ambitiously turned to face the screen, awaiting his score. At that moment, Mimi too was able to break out of her trance and stand up from her seat to come to terms with whatever the final result of this competition would be. The karaoke machine did its little gig where it made all the numbers roll around the screen like a roulette and after a full minute of the useless dramatics, Yamato's score was displayed.

97.

Mimi blinked twice in confusion, then she rubbed her eyes and stared at the display again.

97.

“I won!” She screamed at the top of her lungs and began to jump again, this time almost high enough for her head to hit the ceiling.

Yamato stood still, his face a picture of utter disbelief as his eyes continued to look at the number displayed on the screen.

“I won! You lost! I’m a way better singer than you!” Mimi announced loudly and happily to a non-existent audience. The last bit must have hurt Yamato’s pride way more than the score itself because he quickly broke out of the stupor and glared daggers at her.

“This doesn’t prove you’re a better singer than me.”

“Of course it does, I got a full score-”

“Karaoke is very different from actual, live singing.” Yamato threw the mic he was holding onto the couch behind him, folding his arms across his chest defensively, “If we entered a real singing contest, I’m sure I’ll fare much better than you.”

“Sounds like something a loser would say,” Mimi said, bending down to put the mic in her hand on the table between them gently as any dignified winner would.

“I’m not a loser-”

“You scored less than me, the parameters for winning this contest that you decided on was a higher score, ergo, you are a loser.” It felt so satisfying to finally watch Yamato struggle to respond to her that Mimi let this little moment of giddiness take control over her completely. “And since the only reason you could’ve lost is because you didn’t sing as well as I did, that makes me a better singer than you.”

She watched as he attempted to think of a perfect response, he opened and closed his mouth a few times before grumbling incoherently to himself. The sight of him being at a loss for words should’ve been enough for Mimi, but somehow she kept craving more. It was only fair, she justified it to herself, Yamato had spent the entire evening getting on her nerves by being pompous, the least he could do to pay her back was show some humility for a change.

“Anyway since I am now the better singer out of the two of us-”

“You are not a better singer than me-”

“Denial isn’t a good thing, Yamato san, just admit that you lost to me and I am now a better singer than you.”

“Will you stop saying that?”

His loud voice did break Mimi’s confidence slightly but the sight of him looking absolutely livid because she’d won fair and square only made her feel more contented by the feat she had pulled off and she decided, that she wouldn’t stop talking about it till Yamato’s ears fell off from being tired of hearing it. So Mimi met his glare with a determined look of her own, her lips curving slyly upwards into a smirk as she folded her arms and challenged him with a raised eyebrow.

“Make me.”

The words sounded so simple to her then, she had no idea that they would lead to something so intense.

At first, Yamato's mood didn’t change but then she watched as his face softened and eyes widened, as if an idea had popped up in his head. He squared his shoulders and met her smug posture with a conceited smile of his own, “Try and say that one more time. I dare you.”

“I’m a way better sing-”

Mimi didn’t get any time to register what happened next.

Before she could finish her sentence, Yamato leaned across the table and cupped her chin in one hand, for a second he met her eyes, a mysterious glint flashed across his blue eyes telling her that this game, she had lost.

He pressed his lips against hers and Mimi felt her whole body freeze at his touch.

Her mind went blank as he gently caressed her lips with his own. It surprised her that despite the tension between them, he was still soft with his touch, slowly and delicately melting away the shock that had frozen her. Her toes curled inside her shoes when his hand moved above her chin and his palm pressed against her cheek, filling her with a kind of warmth that she had never felt before. At her side, Mimi felt her hands twitch, she wanted to reach forward with them and grab something, anything that would make sure that she would never lose the fuzzy feeling that had ignited in her chest, but after brushing his tongue against her lips once, Yamato suddenly pulled himself away.

The silence that settled over them was more deafening than Mimi’s performance from earlier.

She stood with her hands half raised, lips partially open and eyes still fluttered closed, ready to allow him to delve deeper into her. But as soon as the warmth disappeared from around her, Mimi’s eyes opened with a start. She looked at Yamato, who had now taken a step back, and saw that his face was as red as her skin felt, a hand had shot up to cover his mouth, which seemed like a feeble attempt to keep himself from kissing her again. She frowned as she noticed the confused look on his face like he couldn’t believe he’d just done something like that, he looked guilty and conflicted about what he should do next.

“I’m sorry Mimi, that was way out of line-”

But Mimi wasn’t listening to a word he’d said.

She could feel her skin ache for the warmth that Yamato had carried with his touch, she could feel her heart beat faster every moment she spent apart from him, she could feel the walls of the room closing in on her, the air wrapping itself around her body, begging her to go to him or else she’d be swallowed by the emptiness that surrounded her.

So she stepped onto the table as Yamato stared at her in bewilderment, he opened his mouth to say something again but Mimi had already made up her mind. She bent down and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt with both hands, bringing his face towards her so she could crash her lips against his.

Yamato didn’t push her away however, even if he had considered this a mistake a minute ago, as soon as Mimi’s lips touched his, he snaked an arm around her waist and lifted her off the table with ease, setting her down on the floor so he could bring her closer into him. She let go of his collar as soon as he pushed his tongue into her mouth through her lips, instead her hands raked through his silky hair, grabbing onto a few locks as Yamato tasted every inch of her mouth. While Mimi still felt her body heat up with delight the longer they stayed pressed up against one another, this kiss was nothing like the one they had shared earlier, it was filled with the need to know just how far they could take things before common sense took over.

And that was just another battle which neither Mimi nor Yamato was willing to lose.

💙~~💚