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sunkissed-zegras · 3 months

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38. "stay with me, please? i need you tonight. maybe for the rest of my life, if you're generous."

with jamie!

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 | jd⁹

♡ ─ word count | 1.6k

♡ ─ warnings | hurt/comfort, ANGST!! jamie being an asshole (but it was lowkey justified), mention of his injury/trade :((, thats all!

♡ ─ ev's notes | okay listen i forgot the prompt but the last few paragraphs basically describe what the prompt conveys if that makes sense, i still hope u enjoy it nonnie 😭🩷

Jamie had a pretty hard season, with him moving to Philadelphia unexpectedly and him being injured had really gotten to him. He's spent the last two weeks at home recovering and trying to get better as soon as he could, he wanted to be back on the ice as soon as possible. His injury added another layer of frustration. The pain, both physical and emotional, weighed heavily on him. Hockey had always been his sanctuary, and the forced break on top of the trade felt like the whole universe was against him.

You entered the condo, sighing with exhaustion. The last couple months had been frustrating for you as well, but it didn't even come close to how Jamie was feeling. As you entered the small condo, you heard the shower running and assumed it was Jamie.

You put down everything and began starting on dinner, Jamie probably hadn't eaten anything except breakfast. You were worried for him, more than you could ever express. You'd always had faith in him even in the lowest of the lows but he had never been this low in his entire career. He'd always been a determined person but right now, it really did feel like the odds were stacked up against him.

You wanted to do everything in your power to make him happy again, even if it was for a fleeting moment before the world closing on him again. The smell of a home-cooked meal began to fill the air as you moved around the kitchen, chopping vegetables and preparing a comforting dish.

As you worked, your thoughts lingered on Jamie's struggles - the trade, the injury, and the emotional toll it all took on him. You understood the importance of hockey in his life, how it served as a source of purpose. Tonight, you wanted to provide not just a meal but a reminder that he wasn't alone in this struggle, no matter what happens.

As your timer beeped, indicating that dinner was ready, you set the table, adorned with comforting dishes. The shower turned off, and soon Jamie emerged, his weariness evident in his movements. You gave him a warm smile, opening up your arms for a hug.

"I made your favorite,"

He slumped down to your height and embraced you tightly, sighing. You let him hug you before he slipped away from the embrace, and you could feel the tension in his shoulders as he did. The weariness in his pretty eyes spoke volumes, but so did the gratitude for the effort you put into making the evening a little brighter.

"Thank you," Jamie murmured, his voice a mixture of fatigue and appreciation. He walked over to the table and sat down as you brought waters from the fridge before sitting with him.

"How was your day?" You asked gently as you settled into the seat, glancing up to watch him.

"It was fine." He responded shortly as he began eating the food, avoiding your gaze. You knew he didn't want to come off bitter but it stung, you tried your best to not to take it personal. "You?"

"Oh, you know, the usual," you replied with a light chuckle, trying to maintain a casual tone. "Work had its moments, but nothing too exciting. I did manage to catch up with Maya over the phone today, she said she missed us back in California."

You knew you had messed up as you heard Jamie's fork hit the plate, the sound echoing throughout the apartment. Shit, I shouldn't have mentioned California. You looked up and caught his tired gaze as he sighed.

"I'm sorry," you offered softly, regret lacing your words. "I didn't mean to bring up anything that might upset you. It's just habit to share little updates about people we know, you know?"

Jamie took a deep breath, and you could see the effort it took for him to compose himself. "It's okay," he finally replied, though the strain in his voice betrayed the words. "I just... miss the way things used to be."

His vulnerability hung in the air, and you felt a pang of empathy. The unexpected move to Philadelphia had disrupted not only his career but also the familiar life you both had in California. You reached across the table, gently placing your hand over his. "I miss it too, Jamie. But we'll make new memories here. It just takes time."

He sighed and pulled his hand away from yours, your chest squeezing in hurt. He took the fork and continued to eat, choosing to stay silent. You didn't know why he was being so distant, so cold. You hated it but you couldn't resent him for it, you knew it wasn't his fault. That still didn't mean it didn't hurt, though.

The room seemed to shrink with the silence, the only sound was the clinking of cutlery against the plate. The unspoken tension between you and Jamie hung heavy in the air and despite your attempt to offer comfort, he withdrew further into his thoughts. As he continued to eat in silence, you couldn't shake the ache in your chest. The distance, both physical and emotional, left you feeling like a spectator in Jamie's struggle, unable to bridge the gap that seemed to widen with each passing moment.

You had never had this problem with Jamie before, he communicated everything he felt so that it was easier for the both of you so this was new territory. What had changed? Why was he retreating into this new, silent version of himself? The questions lingered, unanswered, amplifying the sense of helplessness.

With a heavy sigh, you set your fork down, the clatter against the plate echoing the unease in the room. "Jamie," you began tentatively, your voice soft but carrying the weight of your concern. "I hate seeing you like this, I just want to help."

Jamie had finally slammed the fork down, looking up at you with agitated playing on his face. "You can't fucking help me, Y/N. Do you get that, is that simple enough for you? I can't breathe around you without you looking at me and trying to analyze it and help me. You look at me like I'm some kind of burden you need to carry, and I'm sick of it."

His words hit you like a punch to the gut, the raw emotion behind them stinging more than any physical blow. It was a side of Jamie you hadn't encountered before, and the harshness in his tone took you aback. There was silence as you both stared at each other and you saw the regret slowly seep into Jamie's expression.

You took a moment to collect yourself, swallowing the lump in your throat before finally speaking. "I never meant to make you feel like a burden. I just care about you, and seeing you struggle hurts. I thought we could face it together, like we always have."

He lowered his gaze, a visible conflict playing out in his eyes. The regret painted across his face was palpable, and for a moment, it seemed like he was grappling with the weight of his words. "I know I messed up," Jamie finally admitted, his voice softer now, remorse evident. "It's just... everything feels like too much right now, and I took it out on you. I'm sorry, baby."

The pet name rolled off his tongue like honey as he spoke and you could see the old Jamie come back slowly as you gazed at him. You nodded, acknowledging the complexity of the emotions that had fueled his outburst.

"Everything will be easier if you just talk to me, Jamie." You paused, choosing your words carefully. "I want to understand, Jamie. I want to be there for you," you continued, your voice gentle but firm. "We can face whatever it is together. Just talk to me. Please."

He sighed, the conflict in his eyes softening. "I know, Y/N. I just... I'm not used to all of this. The move, the injury, it's like my whole world got turned upside down, and I don't know how to understand it."

You reached across the table, your hand finding his. "We'll figure it out together. You don't have to carry it all on your own. I hate seeing you hurt like this, baby."

He squeezed your hand, the warmth of the gesture was filled with gratitude. "I don't want to push you away, Y/N. I just... I've always been the one who had it all figured out, you know? But this, it's different. It's overwhelming."

"You don't have to have it all figured out, Jamie. We'll navigate through this together. It's okay not to be okay, you don't have to play the part because at the end of the day, you're just human."

He nodded, a mixture of emotions flickering in his eyes. "I'm just scared of losing everything, of losing myself in all of this mess."

The weight of his fears hung in the air, and you leaned in, your thumb gently caressing his hand. "You won't lose yourself, Jamie. I'm here to help you find your way back. We'll take it one step at a time."

For a moment, he hesitated, the weight of vulnerability hanging in the air. Then, slowly, he began to open up. The words spilled out, frustration, fear, and the overwhelming pressure he felt. As he spoke, you listened, offering support.

After the conversation, you laid next to him in the bed, his head laying on your chest. The silence was comfortable as you both began to seep into sleep, enveloped in one another. Your fingers gently traced soothing patterns on his back as you held him close, your presence a reassurance that he wasn't alone ever.

The soft rhythm of his breathing matched the steady beat of your heart, as Jamie shifted slightly, his fingers finding yours in the darkness.

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mamaestapa · 5 months

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New Romantics

“every day is like a battle, but every night with us is like a dream”

•pairing: Jamie Drysdale x Hughes!reader||Trevor Zegras x Hughes!reader

•series summary: Y/n Hughes, twin sister of Jack Hughes, accepts an invitation to move in with Trevor and Jamie after she’s forced to move to Anaheim for a job. Despite her older brother’s opinions, the young woman finds herself falling for both of her roommates…but which one does she fall for the hardest?

•chapter summary: The time comes for you to finally move out to Anaheim! Your roommates take you out after you get settled in and you spend the night with a special someone...

•word count: 3.4k

•warnings: fluff, alcohol consumption, lots of flirting, I think thats about it tbh

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August 19, 2023

"There she is!" Trevor exclaimed, beaming as he watched you get out of your car. He uncrossed his tanned arms and pushed himself off the side of the building he was leaning on and started to make his way over to you. You giggled softly at the boy, closing the driver door shut before you met him in the middle.

"Hi Z," you mumbled into the hockey players chest as he pulled you into a tight embrace. You couldn't help but notice how the butterflies swarmed in your belly at the feeling of Trevors arms wrapped securely around your body. He obnoxiously swayed you side to side as he hummed.

"I was starting to think you weren't going to make it."

It took you a total of two days to make it out to California from the lake house in Michigan. You told Trevor you'd try your best to make it in twenty four hours, but traveling by yourself across the country wasn't the easiest. Between the traffic, the "jet lag", and not getting more than six hours of sleep in the last forty some hours, your one day trip turned into a two, almost three day trip. Even though you were exhausted from the trip, you're just happy to finally be in Anaheim.

You pulled away from Trevor, rolling your eyes playfully as you spoke, "Yeah because I'd give up the once in a lifetime opportunity to live with you and your boyfriend."

It was Trevor's turn to give you a playful eye roll. He lightly shoved your shoulder as he did so, "And to think you were starting to become my favorite Hughes."

"Awe, that's too bad. Poor Trevy is going to have to settle with Jack." You traced a tear rolling down your cheek as you frowned at him. Trevor let out a laugh, his nose scrunching up in the cutest way that made the butterflies appear once more. You giggled softly at the boys reaction before you spoke again.

"But speaking of your boyfriend," you eyed Trevor, smiling as you saw watched him shake his head at your teasing, "where is he? I haven't seen Jamie in such a long time."

The sound of a door closing caused you and Trevor to snap your heads over to the front door of the condo. Jamie walked out, running his hands through his dark hair as he walked over to where you and Trevor stood.

"Took you long enough Jimmy." Trevor teased as he clapped his best friends upper back. Jamie smiled sheepishly as he apologized, "Sorry, I was cleaning up a bit and then my mom called."

A small smile pulled at your lips as you noticed the pink hue that was slowly appearing on the boys pale cheeks. Jamie's blue eyes flickered over to you, his blush deepening when he made eye contact with you.

"Hi Jamie," you said with a smile as you waved at him, "it's good to see you again."

"It's good to see you too, Y/n." He replied softly.

Jamie Drysdale was one of the sweetest guys you've ever met. He was a little bit shy, and a tad closed off—he'd only talk to you if you talked to him first. At least, that's how it was when you first met him. He's seemed to have gotten better about the closed off part, however, he was still just as sweet as you remembered him to be.

The two of you moved in sync, reaching out to hug one another. Jamie's embrace was warmer and gentler than Trevor's was, despite the fact that he had bigger arms than the brunette did. You pulled away from him, both of you still wearing the soft smiles on your faces the way you did before hugging.

As the two of you pulled away, Trevor cleared his throat and gestured toward your vehicle. "Why don't we start taking your stuff inside? Jimmy and I can bring boxes in while you look around the place."

You smiled, nodding as you spoke, "That'd be great guys, thanks."

The two hockey players nodded, both of them wearing soft smiles on their faces as they gazed at you. You could feel yourself starting to grow flustered from the attention from both Trevor and Jamie.

No, you scolded yourself, quit. They're your roommates, get used to it.

You internally composed yourself, making sure Trevor and Jamie didn't notice your brief flustered response from their actions. Thankfully, the two didn't pick up on it because they were already unloading your belongings from the trunk of your car and the u-haul trailer. As the boys unpacked all of your boxes, you made your way into the condo to check out your new home for the next twelve months.

The condo was very nice, much nicer than you were expecting. You don't know what you were expecting though, these were luxury apartments after all. You walked further into the entryway. To your left was the living room. There were pictures hung up on the walls, each one having both Trevor and Jamie in it somehow. There were framed jerseys from their rookie seasons with the Ducks on either side of the TV, which you thought was a neat thing for the boys to do. You smiled softly at the cozy living room before you continued your self lead tour through your new home. There was vinyl flooring throughout the entire apartment, with light gray painted walls. The sofa was a cream color with a gray sherpa throw blanket draped over the side. The kitchen wasn't too dirty, but it could definitely use some cleaning. You turned a corner and walked down the hallway. You glanced into Trevor and Jamie's rooms, grimacing slightly as you saw the unmade beds a cereal box sitting on Trevor's beside table, and three half full water bottles on Jamie's floor. The condo was nice, but you could definitely tell boys were the only ones living there.

As you turned back around and left the hallway with the boys rooms, Trevor and Jamie stood in the kitchen with their arms crossed over their chest as they watched you look around your new home. They had finished bringing in all of your belongings, scattering them around the entry way and living room. Trevor uncrossed his arms and ushered you over to him and his best friend.

"Here, we'll show you your room." The hockey players walked out of the living room and jogged up the stairs. You followed behind them, the three of you turning right and walking down a hallway. There were two rooms, one was a decorated guest bedroom, while the other was completely empty, besides a queen sized bed with a simple gray bed set. Trevor and Jamie walked into the room, standing to the side so you could walk in too. The bed frame was pushed up against the middle of the wall, while the dresser and closet were directly across from the bed. You smiled as you looked at the empty room. You could definitely make this work.

"It's nothing like your room at the lake house," Trevor spoke, a smirk on his face, "pink sheets, flowers everywhere, and the occasional picture of me."

You rolled your eyes at him, shaking your head playfully as you turned to look at the brunette.

"You and Jack," you corrected, playing along with Trevor. You continued, "and Quinn and Luke. Oh! And maybe Cole and Turc too."

"Okay, okay, I get it," Trevor chuckled, waving you off before he continued, "anyways, it's nothing like your room at the lake house, but I think it'll do."

You nodded at his words, smiling softly. You looked between Trevor and Jamie as you spoke sincerely, "It's perfect, thank you. I really appreciate you guys letting me move in with you, means a lot."

"It's no problem," Jamie said with a smile, "Even though Z didn't really let me have a say in this." he elbowed his best friend in the side, making Trevor feign hurt. You chuckled softly at the boys in front of you. Jamie's smile widened at the sound of your laughter.

"I'm glad to have you here." The dark haired boy finished softly. Trevor joined in, "We're both glad to have you here, Y/n/n."

You smiled at their sincerity. You knew living with Trevor and Jamie as their third roommate would make your time in Anaheim much smoother. California was a lot different than Michigan, but being with Trevor and Jamie made things more manageable already.

You walked up to the hockey players standing near the doorway, wrapping your arms around both of them. As soon as your body was on theirs, they instantly wrapped an arm around you, squeezing you gently.

"Thanks boys," you said, sighing softly as you pulled away from them, "wanna help me bring some boxes up here?" Both Trevor and Jamie nodded as they moved out of the way, letting you leave the room first. They followed behind you down to the living room, helping you bring boxes full of your belongings back up to your room.

For the next two hours, you, Trevor and Jamie started unpacking your boxes and setting up your room. While you and Jamie unpacked boxes and sorted through what belongs where, Trevor made your bed and fixed the dresser--which you discovered was broken when you tried to put your clothes away.

You laid flat on the vinyl floor, huffing out a sigh as your body hit the floor with a light smack. You brought your hands up to your head, groaning softly as you rubbed your eyes. Jamie chuckled from beside you as he looked down at you laying on the floor.

"I forgot how exhausting it is to unpack." You mumbled out as you rubbed your hands down your face. You definitely ruined your makeup, but you didn't care. All you cared about at the moment was getting unpacked and settled in.

Trevor plopped down on the floor next to you and Jamie. He too huffed out a sigh as he laid down on the hard floor of your bedroom.

"It is a lot of work," Trevor said before he got up on one arm and looked between you and Jamie, "why don't we take a break, get some dinner or something."

That sounded like a great idea. You haven't had anything to eat since you stopped at Starbucks this morning before you even entered the state of California. You sat up from your laying position, nodding at Trevor's suggestion.

"Sounds good to me. I have to return my U-Haul by seven anyways, so that would work perfect." Trevor clapped, "Perfect. Let's go then." He stood up from the floor, stretching his limbs as he spoke, "I could go for a burger, what about you guy?"

"Burgers sound great, bud." Jamie nodded as he too stood up. Trevor held his hand out for you. You grabbed a hold of it as he helped you up from the floor.

"Y/n," he asked, an eyebrow raised as he looked at you, "burgers?"

Your stomach growled, answering Trevors question for you. Trevor and Jamie both chuckled. "I'm taking that as a yes," Trevor said, still chuckling, "let's go."

The three of you left your room and headed downstairs to leave for dinner. Trevor volunteered to drive your car, which you happily let him because your right leg still had a cramp from all of the driving you've been doing the last couple days. Trevor got into the drivers seat, while you tried to sit in the back so Jamie could sit next to his best friend.

"No," Jamie said softly, taking your hand off the handle to the backseat passenger side, "you take the front."

"You sure?"

He nodded, "Yeah," he opened the door for you, "it's your car, you shouldn't have to sit in the back." You smiled warmly at the Canadien, "Thanks Jamie."

You swore your heart swelled from how sweet Jamie was.

The two of you got into the car and buckled your seatbelts. Once you were all settled in, Trevor turned the car on and put it in reverse. As he was getting ready to pull out of the parking spot, Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift began playing.

"Ohoho," Trevor chortled as he reached to crank the volume up to 12, "this is my favorite song. He said lets get out of this town..."

You and Jamie made eye contact in the mirror, smiling softly at each other as you laughed at Trevor's attempt to sing along with Taylor.

You were already loving Anaheim.

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“Oh my god,” you laughed as you covered your mouth with your hand, “there’s no way she said that.”

Trevor giggled beside you, scrunching his nose up, “She did.” The two of you were laughing messes, trying to catch your breath as he finished speaking. You had gotten back from dinner at In-N-Out and dropping your U-Haul trailer off about an hour ago. As soon as you got home you finished setting up your room, and now you and the boys were sat on the couch drinking beers and sharing embarrassing bar stories.

“Oh my god you guys,” Jamie groaned, “it wasn’t that bad.”

Trevor quit laughing, giving Jamie a look of disbelief, “Her completely missing your terrible joke and saying she’d never fuck you because she doesn’t sleep with Canadians? I’d say that’s pretty bad.”

Jamie stayed silent as he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. He knew Trevor was right. His bad attempt at flirting with the first girl he saw at the bar a couple weeks back was pretty bad.

“You just have no rizz Jimbo.” Trevor shrugged as he sipped his beer.

“It’s alright Jamie,” you smiled, reaching out to lightly tap the boys shoulder, “I’ll let you practice on me.”

Jamie chuckled softly, a light blush making its way onto his cheeks at your words. “Thanks Y/n.” he replied, nudging you gently with his shoulder. Your expression matched his as you joking replied, “Anytime.”

You leaned back against the couch, closing your eyes and letting out a yawn. You were exhausted. It had been a long couple days and you were ready to finally sleep in a decent bed. Your eyelids fluttered open and you checked your watch, seeing that it was well past nine. You usually stayed up later than this, but with the time difference and the traveling, you knew it would be best to go to bed. You got up from your spot on the couch, telling the both of the boys goodnight. They each gave you soft smiles as they told you to sleep well, and that if you needed anything don’t be afraid to wake them up.

You laughed at that, knowing you’d be just fine—but you appreciated their offer. You went upstairs and got ready for bed. Once you were under the covers and your head hit the pillow, you were instantly in a much needed deep sleep.

Until you weren’t…

Your eyes snapped open and suddenly you were wide awake. Every ounce of tiredness you felt just three hours earlier was completely gone. You turned to your left side, huffing out a sigh as you adjusted your pillow. You closed your eyes, hoping to fall back asleep.

However, twenty minutes had passed since you woke up and you were growing even more restless. You were tossing and turning every couple minutes and your eyes just didn’t want to stay closed. You’d get this way every once in a while, and you knew there was only one solution to make you sleep. You tapped on your phone screen, groaning when you saw the time. You didn’t want to wake the boys, but they did say to wake them up if you needed anything…

You pulled the covers off your body and slid out of bed. You left your room and quietly headed downstairs, careful not to wake Jamie as you walked past his room and into Trevor’s. Every once in a while at the lake house, you and Trevor would sleep together. Neither of you could explain why, but something about just being in the same bed as each other was comforting and helped you both sleep when you needed it the most.

You walked into Trevor’s room with soft footsteps, careful not to wake Trevor just yet. You walked further into his room, smiling as you looked at the peacefully sleeping boy on the bed. Trevor's light brown hair was messy, sprawling over his white pillow and one bare arm that was tucked underneath his head. You almost didn't want to wake him, but you knew he wouldn't mind. The two of you did this with each other all the time. It was harmless, but your brothers and best friend all thought otherwise. Yeah, you and Trevor were extremely flirty anytime you were around each other, but neither one of you dared to move because it would never happen.

You took a step forward, grimacing and closing your eyes tightly when you heard the floor creak beneath you. The sound caused Trevor to stir a bit before reluctantly opening his eyes. He sat up in bed, squinting his eyes as he looked at you.

"Y/n," he called out softly, "is that you?"

"Yeah," you responded quietly, "sorry Trev, I'll leave. I didn't mean to-" "No, no, stay." Trevor cut you off as he pulled the covers off his bare chest and waved you over to the bed. "Please?"

You smiled softly and walked over to him, climbing in and laying down on the empty side of his queen sized bed. Trevor laid back down, motioning for you to come closer to him. As if it was second nature for both you and Trevor, you pushed yourself against his bare chest and let his arms wrap around your body. The two of you fit together like puzzle pieces. He pulled you closer into his body as your legs intwined with his. Trevor pressed a soft kiss to your temple before he reached out to take one of your hands in his. The two of you hummed softly, the feeling of your bodies spooning was complete bliss.

"I'm sorry for waking you Trevor. I just couldn't sleep."

You felt Trevors chest rumble against your back from his chuckle. "Don't be sorry," he replied softly, nuzzling his face affectionally into your hair, "I don't mind at all."

It was silent for a moment before he spoke again, "I know you'd do the same for me." You nodded, smiling softly as you replied, "I would."

"Cuddling with you is my favorite thing in the whole world." He said as he gave you a gentle squeeze.

"The whole wide world?"

"The whole wide world."

"Even more than hockey?" You asked, a teasing tone to your voice.

“Nothing is better than hockey, baby. Sorry."

Baby. It made your heart drop as the butterflies swarmed in your belly. But you knew he didn't mean anything behind it...

"Damn," you sighed, teasing him, "and suddenly I go by hockey."

"Nah, you can't go by hockey." Trevor said, shaking his head in disapproval. "Why not?" You asked playfully.

"Because I'd never play you."

You scoffed out a laugh before letting out an "oh my" under your breath. Trevor chuckled along with you. He brought your hand up to his mouth, kissing your soft skin before setting your hand back down.

"That was smooth Zegras," you said, "very smooth."

"Thank you, thank you. Gotta tell Jimmy to use that one at the bar next time we go."

You laughed at the idea, "There ya go."

You and Trevor chuckled one last time before silence soon filled the room. You felt your eyes flutter closed as you spoke softly to Trevor. "Thanks for letting me sleep with you Z."

"Anytime. 'S what I'm here for," Trevor said before he kissed the top of your head. He pulled back mumbling "Goodnight, pretty girl." before the two of you drifted off to sleep wrapped up in each others arms.

hi loves!!

trevor and y/n at the end👀 we’ll see what happens there…we can’t forget about jamie baby ;)

BUT i finally posted the second chapter of this series after like what two months? crazy lol. i struggled with writers block for a bit and then college just got to me and i was SO busy! but now im on break for a few weeks, so im hoping to get caught up on everything ive gotten behind on

i’m hoping to update this a couple more times in the next few weeks, so stay tuned! i’m so excited for you guys to read what i have planned, whether your a trevor girlie or a jamie girlie or BOTH like me, i think you’ll really enjoy it😉 it’s a shorter series so things will move a bit fast, too.

I LOVE THESE TWO SO MUCH🤍 i need them back right now, i miss them

anyways, thank you so much for reading loves! your support means the world. you’re the best!🫂🤍

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meiiie · 7 months

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dave lizewski, i’m so into you. (pt. 1)

summary: you say something unexpected about Kick-Ass while discussing with your friends which hero you prefer the most.. Kick-Ass? Or Red Mist? little did Dave know or so you thought, you knew it was him all along..

a/n: uhh this is just a silly little imagine.. no one is probably going to see this post anyway but i’m new to this so this isn’t really the best thing i wrote, i hope u still enjoy reading this LOL i’ve also added my OC named Melilah who will be your best friend in this, um slight nsfw mention near the end but no actual action, thats it i think! yeah that’s it, happy reading :)

(pairing: dave lizewski x fem!reader) link to pt. 2

word count: 1.5k

It was a normal day, going to school, attending your classes, eating lunch, procrastinating your school works, submitting homework… attending more classes… rinse and repeat. But today was not what you expected, like.. at all.

ring ring… ring ring… you pick up your ringing phone while walking down the street, on your way to the convenience store.

“hello.?” your voice turns out more tired and groggier than you expected “hey when are you getting home sweetie? the food is getting cold and its already almost 6:30 pm, where are you?” your mom says with a worried voice, you could already imagine her face by just hearing her voice

this week has probably been one of the most stressful weeks of your entire life, class has been giving more school works, more due dates, you probably see your life flashing before your eyes right now “um yeah i’m on the way home already, don’t worry mom!” you say attempting to make your voice sound enthusiastic “well you better not be hanging out with that pretty boy.. actually maybe you should invite him for dinne-”

“mom— i—“ you cut her off but then you sigh giving up to even explain. “…he’s just a friend i swear..”

this supposedly ‘pretty boy’ your mom is referring to is Dave Lizewski, this guy in your class who you were paired up to work on a major project so he’s been at your house a few times already. surprisingly you get along with him really well? you’ve even become a part of his friend group including your best friend Melilah. She always points out the fact he always stares at you whenever you all hang out in Atomic Comics and during classes, but you’ve never really thought about him that way, or maybe you were considering it?

while walking down the road the street lights flicker a bit and you see someone trying to hanging onto the ledge of a billboard of some sort. you hear the figure shout at the cat sitting, waiting for him to fall “FUCK YOU MR BITEY!” his voice echoes, but wait.. why does his voice sound so familiar…? “okay okay okay, but call me and update me on where you are okay? be here quick, i love you!” your mom says- *THUD* you quickly look at the direction where the person, you assume, fell “UH yeah i’ll call you! i love you mom, BYE!” you say hastily, almost whispering.

beeeep.. beeeep.. you hang up the phone call, quickly putting your phone back in your messenger bag and hide behind a car. you spot a green figure, uh, “what in the world is that…” you think to yourself. the figure is wearing a weird.. cosplay suit.. it’s almost as if he looks like a green condo-

your thoughts are interrupted as he storms off looking frustrated, most probably because of the cat he couldn’t save.. he walks hurriedly into the dark alley. for some what reason you felt a little curious, just a little bit. so you go and follow the ‘super hero’, “this is so stupid.. someone remind me why I’m doing this to myself?” you whisper to yourself as you hide behind a pole, (you think this helps you stay hidden but you should’ve seen dave’s face when he saw you) trying to get a peek at the stranger. he takes off his mask angrily, you watch his curls fall into place, there are some scratches on his face from the fall, “damn why does he look so fine” you say in your thoughts and then you realize.

those are the blue eyes you see everyday in school, THAT’S DAVE LIZEWSKI. you silently gasp covering your face. his eyes dart at your direction, he shudders at the sound of your noise then next thing you know you start running away like a cockroach flew at your direction “WAIT!” he shouts, good thing you ran quick enough so he probably didn’t see your face, key word: probably.. actually there was no reason to be running from him at all- but you just felt like it..? considering you’re still in your denial stage about your feelings for him, who wouldn’t? you open the door to your house and get in as fast as you could just in case he followed you. the tv is bright and the news displays the text in bold ‘SUPERHERO KICKASS SAVES THE DAY’ you stare at the tv in shock because that’s… how… he’s Dave..?

your mom pops out of the kitchen “hey your back home! i thought you were going to call me to update me where you were..- oh yeah that superhero… what’s his name? Kickass? apparently he stopped a bunch of guys yesterday who were trying to beat up another guy that was in front of a convenience store and a bunch of people saw it then recorded blah blah blah you get it” you just stare at the tv in shock. “hello…? earth to y/n?”

it’s been almost 2 days, you’ve been avoiding Dave, trying not to make eye contact with him, passing by him in the halls, not even acknowledging his presence, even avoiding the hangouts to Atomic Comics, despite the fact you still have to do a major project with him. you open your locker getting books out of your locker, “hey have you heard about those two new superheros? Kickass? and Red Mist?” Melilah questions and your eyes widen at the question, only being reminded of Dave “yeah- well- i think its kinda dangerous doing that you know? being a um.. a superhero? why are people even so into them nowadays?” you say hesitatingly “ugh you are such a buzz kill, anyways Todd and Marty invited us to hangout… in Atomic Comics…” she looks like she’s about to ask a question, but she hesitates “go on.. continue” you gesture her to reply “why are you like.. i don’t know avoiding Dave? we’ve all kind of noticed that you know and the tension is killing all of us..”

you close the locker door and bring her to an empty classroom, you say “okay i know this sounds a bit crazy but DAVE IS KICKASS.” she “pffts” at your statement then turns to look at your face again, “oh.. your being serious” she says “YES I’M BEING SERIOUS?? i was on my way to the convenience store right and Kickass or Dave- i don’t know anymore was trying to save this cat then falls from this thing- anyways he walked in the alleyway so i was like ok i’ll just follow him! what could possibly happen!? then he took off his MASK SO THEN I RAN AWAY AND HE WAS LIKE ‘wait!🤪’ BUT I KEPT ON-” Melilah tries to comprehend everything, slowly nodding… slowly.. she whispers loudly “OKAY KEEP IT DOWN SOMEONE MIGHT HEAR YOU, okay so are you SURE this was Dave?” still whispering

“a HUNDRED percent.” you say trying to defend that you weren’t just seeing things

she sighs “well what are we going to do? I already told them we were going to be there..”

“you said WHAT?”

“okay okay chill they didn’t say Dave was coming, they obviously noticed how awkward it was with you guys so why would they invite him right haha.. haha…..” she laughs nervously

after both of you gather your thoughts you find yourself already settling down in a booth, in Atomic Comics, contemplating your life decisions. fidgeting nervously already imagining what’s going to happen. hoping not to see him. Melilah comes back after gathering a bunch of comic books to read while waiting for them to arrive. “hey stop fidgeting your going to be fine, plus he doesn’t know you know. right…?” you both just stare at each other. you both start praying in unison—“lord give us the strength to-“

“give you guys the strength for what?” Todd interrupts, you look behind him frantically to check whether Dave was there or not. to your surprise, he wasn’t. does he know? did he see my face when i ran? what if he doesn’t like me anymore? wait. why did that even matter? Todd and Marty took a seat beside Melilah leaving you alone sitting at the other side of the booth, obviously planning something.. “guys what do you think of Kickass?” Melilah asks, you kick her leg from under the table making a face screaming WHYAREYOUBRINGINGHIMUP. in fairness the both of you didn’t know whether Todd and Marty knew about it too, you shoot a glance at her giving a ohhhhiunderstandnow look to what she’s doing (spoiler alert: you've got the wrong idea, she was in fact not helping you) “i think he’s fine i guess, to be honest Red Mist is way cooler though because of his cape and all..” Marty says with Todd nodding his head to show that he agrees

“well- for one i think Kickass is wayy cuter, i’d fuck his brains out if i got the chance.” you say out of your thoughts completely regretting saying the said statement- “Really?” Dave says out of nowhere observing the conversation from behind your booth, making you jolt “y/n that just came out of nowhere what in the world.” Melilah says right after staring at you for a few seconds while Dave is making eye contact with you, smirking like he knows something. the conversation falls quiet.. real quiet… “okay wrap it up you two.” Todd interrupts, i wonder what happens next?

a/n: and the rest is history, I hope this was good enough lolol hope you enjoyed reading! (pt. 2 coming soon)

#Spotify #dave lizewski imagine #dave lizewski x reader #dave lizewski #dave lizewski oneshot #kick ass imagine #kick ass one shot #kick ass x reader #aaron taylor johnson #gif not mine #kick ass #aaron taylor johnson x reader #im only realizing now that this imagine is so ass omfg #meiiie imagines

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Spencer Reid x Famous!Reader

Part 1. Part 2.

Synopsis: After your home is broken into by a stalker, your bf cheats, the FBI is called and a new romance begins to take over.

Told through Instagram posts

TW for mentions of stalkers

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e!news ‼️BREAKING‼️ Police called to Y/n L/n home after attempted break in by armed perpetrator.

Sources say Y/n was home with her boyfriend, singer Matt Carter, at the time of the break in but security chased him away.

This is not the first time an attempted break-in has been made on Y/n's property.

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y.n.is.life Oh. My. God. Praying she's okay rn 🙏🏽

user732 Why are ppl so disgusting. She's a human being. 🤬

y.nfan HE WAS ARMED 😭 so glad security chased him away!!!

user864 She must've been terrified 😢

jojo396 NOT THE FIRST TIME?!?!?!?! STAY SAFE Y/N

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yourinstagram To my fans. Due to recent events it is with a heavy heart that I will be postponing my tour for the foreseeable future. I am so, so, sorry. The horrific events of these past few days have shaken me to my core. We have discussed this back and forth for hours and we decided that for your safety and my own this was the right course of action. Please keep your tickets and we will try and get new dates ASAP. Thank you for all your love and support. I love you all. Y/n and YourTourName Team. 💜

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Fan872 I'm going to be fucking SICK. Y/n's boyfriend Matt is in Greece with some random girl!!!!!! They've been papped kissing and at restaurants!

Her house got broken into FOUR days ago and someone tried to attack her. She CANCELLED her tour due to safety concerns and HES IN GREECE CHEATING 🤬🤬🤬🤬

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user men☕️

y.n.is.mother WTF!!!!! SCUMBAG!!!!!

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stan.y/n GUYS THATS BECCA!!!! Y/NS BEST FRIEND!!!!!!

matt.is.life No it isn't. Stfu. Stop spreading rumours

stan.y/n Uhhh yes it is.... open your eyes

sarah12 You can't even see her properly?

youralbumname13 Poor Y/n!!! 💔

user Love isn't real. Stg. 😭😭

stan.y/n they were so good together!!!!!

matt.fan I feel so bad for him. The pressure he's under. He needed a break from this

fan872 YOU FEEL BAD FOR HIM?! HIM?!

y.n.matt.4ever SHE ALMOST GOT ATTACKED AND YOU FEEL FOR HIM?!?!?!?!

user234 siding with the cheater💀Gross

selena.fan No. Just no.

rach12 And cheating was the way to go??

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e!news ‼️BREAKING‼️FBI arrive at Y/n L/n's condo in New York.

This comes after a second stalker incident.

Y/n's team has refused to comment.

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y/n123 How is she going through all this? 😭

username3 Poor Y/n! WE LOVE YOU ❤️

user1name Why's she in NY??

y/n.becca.drama Where have you been?

user926 Her home got broke into in L.A. Then her bf cheated on her with her best friend.

user1name OMFG?!?!?!

mama.sel OF COURSE THEY DIDNT COMMENT?!?!?!?!?! WTF?!

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lovebecca Becca has been receiving so much hate and death threats after recent photos of her and Matt Carter have surfaced online.

This is absolutely disgusting!! Cancel culture at its finest, yet again.

She hasn't done anything wrong.

Y/n stans are crazy and will do anything to make her look good and innocent in the media.

Y/n and Matt had broke up because Matt couldn't cope with the stress and his mental health deteriorated. So, Becca and Matt went to Greece together to cheer him up.

They're adults.

Grow up.

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justice.for.becca 💯💯 FACTS

y/nnnn I've never seen someone so wrong b4 😂

queen.tyler Ummm. No? She literally went on holiday with Y/n's bf while they're still together and going through a traumatic experience?

jessicat She's literally a home wrecker

ethan4 Imagine taking Y/n's terrifying experience and spinning it into an excuse for why you cheated 💀💀

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queen.y/n The Devil works hard but Matt Carter works harder.

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e!news Singer Y/n L/n has first public outing since the attempted break in of her home and break up with boyfriend, Singer Matt Carter.

Y/n, 24, was pictured in New York earlier today with her FBI protection.

The recent Grammy winner cancelled her tour stating security issues and mental health issues to be the cause two weeks ago.

Just days later, then boyfriend Matt Carter was spotted in Greece with Y/n's best friend Becca McKay. The two pictured in intimate moments together have led to online speculations that the two are now dating even though Matt was in a relationship at the time.

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user74 That agent though 🥵

ginaxx I know!!! He can protect me!

y.n.stan Look how thin she is 😭😭😭

hater927 "Mental health" mmmkay snowflake

bi.queen You get stalked, have someone threaten your life and have your bf cheat on you with your best friend and THEN we'll talk about your mental health. 🤡

grow.up.y/n She looks gross 🤮

y/nnnn The irony of your name.

love.you.y/n So happy you're going back outside!!! Stay strong ❤️

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everything.y/n Y/N CONTENT!! I'm so so so happy that she feels comfortable posting again. Even if comments are heavily monitored.

I missed her so much! I hope everything is going OK with her and she's staying safe.

P.s. she also deleted every single pic of Matt and Becca off her IG. We Stannnnnnn!!!

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girl.bossss Even her shadow slays 😭

dantheman She seems comfortable around the FBI. I'd be tense all the damn TIME

oui.oui. her deleting every trace of them is such a power move!!! Revenge era.

y/n.queen SHES AT THE PIANO! WHATS SHE WRITING?!?!?!?!?!?!

matt.fan The pic of them 2 in the HP robes is so cute 🥹

bye.segual. Was. Was so cute. Not now

hate.y/n Her need for attention is sad

doc.martina Why are you HERE THEN?

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yourinstagram Figuring out what to do next has been one of the hardest things to do. After thinking it over for the past month we have all agreed that being on stage is the right thing for me right now. Life tests us all and this is my test and I will not lose. I will not back down. You all mean so much to me than you will ever know and Yourtourname will continue in NYC in two weeks. Your support has filled my heart with so much love. Stay safe. I'll see you soon 💜

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#spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfiction #famous!reader #spencer reid #celebrity!reader #fake insta post #spencer reid x famous!reader

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TEACH ME HOW TO LOVE! 24. plans & precautions

masterlist ⌒☆ previous ⌒☆ next

fun facts:

since shimizu and y/n live on the same floor of their condo building, they have sleepovers often. the two of them like to have debriefs at the end of each day and cook together.

kuroo, despite being an actor ever since his university days, has not received an acting award yet. he's working on it, though!

jolie went to shiratorizawa during high school: she was a part of the student council and sewing club. in her last year, she decided to join a play and won the hearts of everyone. they all wished she had done theatre sooner since she was so talented and easygoing. however, jolie wouldn't start acting until her university days. (sometimes she would skip her club to watch the boys' volleyball team play their matches.)

the blue flowers in oikawa's post were from iwaizumi.

TEACH ME HOW TO LOVE! ｡ｏ♡ an atsumu miya smau

synopsis: when y/n l/n, a rising actress, decides to star in a romance film that could make or break her career, she’s unable to showcase her skills, revealing her inexperience within the romance department instead. worst of all, atsumu miya, her co-star and the main lead’s love interest, seems to hate her guts! with absolutely, unbearably zero chemistry between the two, an idea was proposed: spend time with one another in the upcoming weeks. will y/n be able to ignore her professionalism and listen to her heart? and will she, a clueless romantic, be able to pick up on the signs her co-star is sending her?

a/n: wowow two chapters guys!!! i had a sudden rush of motivation i cant promise the next chapter will be as fast as this one... but summer break is coming up so :DD!!!! thats promising!!!

taglist is open! dm or ask to be a part of it! (those bolded were unable to be tagged)

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The Red String of Faith - Chapter XV

Idol!AteezXOCs Soulmates!ot8AteezXOCs OCXOC Slight Social Media AU!

MDNI 18+ ONLY

slight twigger warnings:Polyamory, group of 10, two OC's -feel free to replace one OC with yourself if you'd like- , listen this is an idea me and my best friend had and is something for fun read at own risk, not edited as always, also we are starting to explore themes such as bxb and gxg if thats not for you, this story may not be for you.

Chapter XI, Chapter XII, Chapter XIII, Chapter XIV, Dance Practice, Next

Lia hated the late lonely nights most of all, having a large condo was creepy when there was no one else there. She could only be on stream for so long and then it was too quiet at home. For a house that had ten different people living in it, most of the time they weren’t there. Most of the time she was there by herself. So, LIa had made it a habit to come by at the late-night practices as the comeback drew near.

Hongjoong slid down the wall to sit next to her and gently took her hand in his. On the other side of her, Yeosang was getting comfortable as well. In most practices, they danced until their legs felt like a liquid under them while other nights the brain cell simply leaves the room. Tonight the brain cell must have been with some other kpop group because Yunho was convinced that he was going to perfect a handstand into a split and get the choreographer to let him add it to the dance. San and Wooyoung were cheering him on while Mingi was trying to get it on video. The other four were spread out around the room trying to find the will to keep practicing.

“You and baby need to eat,” Hongjoong was firm with the fact that she should eat three meals a day if he couldn’t convince her to eat four.

“Have you all eaten since lunch? It’s nearly nine?” Hongjoong shook his head confirming what she already knew, no they hadn’t eaten yet.

“Okay then, i’ll eat if we all eat. But no fried chicken or pizza tonight, please,” with Yeosang’s love for chicken and the way that they turned to pizza when they didn’t have the energy to think of what to eat, she had eaten enough of that for a lifetime.

“Should someone go grab Lyra? I think she’s still in Yerim’s office helping her,” Mingi spoke from the other side of the room. Lyra had been there all day and hadn’t come to even peak her head in the entire time they had been practicing that evening.

Yerim was still a thorn in LIa’s side, doing her darndest to take up any spare time Lyra had and making up any excuse to keep Lyra at the company longer than she really needed to be. Like tonight, she requested that Lyra help her with some paperwork and an interview schedule that was coming up. None of these things had anything to do with the job she was hired to do at KQ.

Lia and the boys were getting more off-put with the needy manager and her attachment to their soulmate.

“Okay, listen we haven’t heard from her since the kids left from their session at 4:30, when she let us know that Yerim had asked for help. We’re not having another dinner, even if it’s here in the practice room without her,” the boys could only watch as Lia ranted before making her way out the door and down the hall. They were also less than pleased with the situation, but it was more complicated for them.

The march down the hall wasn’t a long one, but it felt like the halls would never end. If she didn’t know any better, Lia would swear the baby was moving more as if telling her not to go toward the office.

Standing outside the door was nothing short of nerve-wracking, and knocking was worse.

Yerim’s expression when she opened the door was like someone had vomited down her shirt. She looked at Lia like she was the worst thing to ever step in front of her.

“What?,” Yerim always made sure to speak to Lia in Korean as fast as she could get it out of her mouth. It was one of the many things Yerim could do to make any interaction they had awful, especially since the incident a week prior with Jongho. She had only gotten more nasty in her treatment of Lia and more desperate to keep Lyra as close to her as possible.

“Hi, Yerim. I’m just coming to get Lyra for dinner, we thought it would be nice if the entire soul group could eat together tonight,” Lia was just as nasty to the manager at this point. She tried her best to be polite but she wouldn’t take any more of her shit.

“She’s not going anywhere, my Lyra is going to have dinner with me tonight like she should,” Yerim had this crazy look in her eye, like a mad woman.

“Excuse me? Who do you think you are? Lyra! Lyra? Come on, the boys are waiting, we're going to have dinner then go home, we all need to have a talk,” there was some movement from in the room, and a noise that could only be described as rage left Yerim.

She stepped forward pushing Lia back a few steps as she slammed the door to her office shut, blocking Lia’s way to Lyra and vice versa separating the two of them from one another.

It was fast and then there was something sharp in Lia’s abdomen, it didn’t take her looking down to know that it was a knife. Black dots started to form with every blink of her eye, pain coming from all over but her only thought was of her baby. This bitch was trying to hurt her baby.

The black started to take over her vision before she could even get out a cry for help.

“Lia?” A voice was calling out to her, soothing and like home.

“Lia, are you going to get up now? You can’t sleep on the couch like this, not when you just got out of the hospital,” She opened her eyes to see Lyra and Yunho next to her in their home like nothing had ever been wrong. Like she hadn’t just been stabbed by a psycho at their place of work.

She sat straight up on the couch, her hand flying to her stomach to check for a puncture wound and to feel for the baby.

“The baby, oh my god the baby,” the panic in her voice made Yunho and Lyra go into overdrive.

“Lia, what baby? Are you okay, pretty?” Yunho kneeled right next to her and put a hand on her forehead to check for a spike in temperature.

“I was pregnant and got attacked and-,” Lia stopped talking for a second trying to take in everything as she got her wits about herself.

“Lia, you passed out a few nights ago and we went to the hospital, remember? It was a combination of lingering soul sickness because you didn’t finish your meds and in conjunction with the migrain you had put you on your ass,” with Lyra’s words it all came flooding back and her heart sank a little as reality came to hang over her head.

It had all been a dream, the pregnancy and the baby and the attack from Yerim. None of it had happened and a part of her was crushed that the little life she had been growing wasn’t real. A larger part of her, however, was relieved that there was no child because she knew it wasn’t the right time for a baby and all of the complications that come along with a kid.

“I had the craziest dream, I was pregnant and Yerim stabbed me,” The words tumbled out of her mouth before she could stop them. Half of her thought that maybe she would trigger the time loop and it would put her back in the alternative universe where she was pregnant.

Instead, all she could hear were the laughs that came from Yunho and Lyra.

“The doctor did say you would have some wild dreams, but let's hope no one gets stabbed and no babies until later, " Yunho paused for a second, “Much later.”

She couldn’t help but fall back with her laughs, everything had seemed so real and it was such a long dream. But those good drugs always gave her weird dreams including the one time when she broke her ankle and had a dream about brooms trying to sweep her away but she couldn't run because of her ankle.

The next couple of days were odd, some days she had to remind herself that none of that had happened. She still had the worst feeling in her gut any time someone mentioned Yerim, but it was something she would get over with time. Everyone took this as a bit of a wake-up call, a sign that life changes when more soulmates come into the picture.

“You look tired,” Lia jumped a little, she hadn’t expected the sound of Jongho’s voice.

“How can you tell, my back is to you?” She had been doing some light editing on and off for the day. She wasn’t able to do much but a little bit of screen time wouldn’t hurt her.

“Because I can,” He wasn’t wrong but if she laid in bed doing nothing, she knew that sleep would never come. She needed to be exhausted to get to sleep, she could never relax enough to drift off if she wasn’t dead tired.

“Well, I’m not tired enough. I’ll be done soon and try to lay down,” She was lying, she would work into the early hours of the morning but this would make him feel better so in her mind it was fine. Turning to look at him, Lia gave him a small smile, something to reassure him only to find him not buying her words.

“No, we will go lay down together. I’m tired too and want to cuddle.” There was no argument there especially when he was already walking over to her with full intention to haul her away from the office. It was a good sleep, no witch dreams. It felt like a fresh start, a way to reconnect with this life.

A/N: sorry this is a short one, but I wanted y'all to have more than one update lol. I will be back eventually. until then, be good.

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Hi idk if u reaction but if ur writing can you write about about 127 members learning their gf is a smoker and vaper since the age of 13, 14

warnings: 18+, underage smoking, profanity, lmk if i miss anything also don't consume drugs or alcohol if you're a minor!!!!!!

notes: omg my first request TTTTTT thank you for requesting, i changed it up a bit to also include weed too and sorry it kind of took a while it was hard to think of different scenarios for each member so i changed that a bit too but i thought this was a little funny because i started to smoke around this age 😅 not proof read and this was a lot longer than i expected so i hope thats okay LOL

taeyong

you spent the weekend with boyfriend!taeyong at his condo. you guys had just started dating and you weren't fully sure how he would react to the information of you being a smoker, let alone a smoker since you were a teenager. one night while he was cooking dinner, you excused yourself to the bathroom but secretly made your way to his balcony to have a quick smoke. you hadn't smoked all weekend because you were with taeyong so you tried to get in a quick smoke break. you rummaged in your bag for your cig and lit with the cute pink lighter you had gotten from your best friend. as you're just about to finish your cig, taeyong spots you from inside and opens the sliding door to let you know dinner was ready.

you turn around shocked, smoke still in your lungs, unable to let it go or speak without giving it away that you smoke. "is that my lighter?" taeyong asks pointing at the baby pink lighter in your hand. you make a confused face and lift your hand, "this one?" you say not realizing you had just released a bunch of smoke. "fuck..." you say as smoke continues to spill from your lips. "yeah, is that mine?" taeyong asks, unfazed by the smoke. "no... it's mine. wait, you don't care i smoke?" you ask confused. "why would i care?" he says cutely while looking into your eyes. "plus, i smoke too." he walks away and you follow him inside to find him looking for something in his drawers. "what are you looking for?" you ask. taeyong doesn't respond with anything besides a slight hum. "see!" he finally says. taeyong turns around and shows you a baby pink lighter, the same exact one as yours. "we have the same one!" he says with so much excitement that you completely forgot how worried you were just a few minutes ago.

taeil

you and your friends were sitting around a bonfire, telling stories and singing songs when some of the guys get up for a smoke break. your new boyfriend!taeil gets up from his seat next to you to join them when he extends his hand to you, asking if you’d like to come with them too. you take his hand and he pulls you up from your seat on a log. the two of you walk hand in hand to the spot the guys chose to smoke, just a few feet down the beach away from the bonfire and away from the nonsmokers so the smoke wouldn’t waft in their direction. you’re a bit cold so taeil holds you closer, rubbing his hands up and down your arms to provide more warmth. johnny pulls out a cig and pats his pockets and realizes he doesn’t have a lighter. you reach inside your pocket and pull one out and offer it to him, receiving a thank you before he lights it.

“you smoke?” taeil asks and you just nod with a smile. taeil pulls out another cig and offers it to you. you politely decline and reach for another thing in your pocket. you pull out a light green and magenta vape. “you vape but no cig?” taeil asks with a chuckle. “yeah! it’s more fun, this one is watermelon flavored.” you say while scrunching your nose and smiling at him. the two of you share a laugh when he asks, “wait, why do you have a lighter then?” taeil asks while lighting his cig. you take a puff of your vape and blow the smoke out before responding. taeil getting a slight breeze of the watermelon flavoring. “i carry a lighter for guys like johnny who always wants to smoke but never has a lighter.” you say and johnny hears, “heyy!” he says while pouting. you and taeil just laugh at him while talking about your smoking habits, even letting him use your watermelon vape since he’s never smoked anything besides cigarettes before.

johnny

you and fratboy!johnny were still in the talking phase of your relationship. neither of you have made it official but you were both only exclusively talking to one another. he invites you to his frat house to hang out after finals. you do your makeup cutely since you’ve been looking crazy throughout all of finals. you slip into a cute often, consisting of a pleated skirt and johnny’s hoodie you stole the first time he took you out on a date.

when you arrive at johnny’s frat, he opens the door before you could even knock. “woah!” you say surprised but smile afterwards. “i may or may not have been waiting near the window for you to arrive.” he says with a sheepish smile. you just laugh and he grabs your hand and brings you to his room. the layout of the house is quite big, but typical for a frat house. what isn’t typical is that it was very clean, as if it wasn’t lived in by a group of college boys. you and johnny get to his room and when he opens it, a cloud of smoke wafts passed your nose. “sorry about that, the guys usually use my room to smoke since i’m the frat’s supplier.” he explains. you hadn’t known johnny smoked, it made a part of you a bit giddy since you’ve been smoking weed since high school and a lot of your ex-boyfriends hated that about you.

“you smoke?” he asks while taking a seat on his bed and patting the spot next to him. you move over to where he patted and nod your head. “yeah, uh actually since i was like 15?” you say casually and johnny is a bit surprised. “really?” he asks while reaching in his nightstand for a cone and some flower. he grabs his grinder from his window sill and begins to grind up some flower to fill the cone. you watch him adoringly, thinking about how a guy has never rolled a joint for you before. johnny’s hand cramps in the middle of grinding the weed. you laugh at him and grab the grinder from his hand, you quickly finish grinding the weed and hand it over to him. he pauses for a moment and just stares at you, “what?” you say with a chuckle. “nothing, you just did that so quickly” he says referring to you grinding the weed a lot faster than he has ever done or seen.

“comes with experience. i smoked my first joint at 15 and was rolling my own just a few weeks later.” you say while leaning back on some pillows on his bed. johnny is rolling the joint and offers it to you, giving you the first hit. you place the joint in between your lips and you lock eyes with johnny. he stares intensely into your eyes while bringing the lighter to the joint. he lights it and you take a deep breath, holding it for a few seconds before releasing the smoke. the smoke blows into johnny’s face and he closes his eyes softly. he reopens his eyes and licks his lips, you’re still locked eyes with him, “that was hot.” he says before taking the joint from your lips and connecting his lips with yours. the two of you spend the rest of the day in johnny’s bed, getting high, exchanging kisses, and enjoying each other’s company. a perfect way to start your break after finals.

yuta

you’ve only been dating ceo!yuta for about half a year. in that time, you’ve had to hide from him that you smoked weed. as a respected ceo and founder of his own company in japan, you didn’t want to tarnish his reputation by having him be associated with a pothead. you had even spent a lot money beyond your means to by nicer and newer clothes to seem more presentable whenever you were out with yuta knowing he was a constant topic within the stratosphere of the business industry.

yuta had invited you to a gala and sent you a beautiful yellow gown. one that was off the shoulder and juts at the waist with tulle and a slit on the left leg. it’s probably the most expensive thing you now own, before the delivery man leaves he hands you a black velvet box, stating that it was another gift sent from, “mr. nakamoto”. you smiled when he said that, one because receiving a gift from yuta always made you blush but also because hearing him be referred to as “mr. nakamoto” turned you on. you grabbed the box and thanked the delivery man before he parted. you sat down on your bed and opened the velvet box, revealing a beautiful diamond necklace; one adorned with hundreds of small diamonds that led to a golden jewel in the middle that resembled the shape of a raindrop. now this is definitely the most expensive thing you own.

an hour or so later you’re done getting dressed and you finish your ensemble with the elegant necklace yuta so kindly gifted you. you look at yourself in the mirror, almost unable to recognize yourself. you had never looked this beautiful and expensive, your previous lifestyle consisting of tshirts and jeans. your mind started to run wild, thoughts of being not enough for yuta, him finding out you’re not really as put together you make it seem, afraid of coming off as a gold digger. you decide smoking a blunt before the gala wouldn’t hurt. you quickly grab a blunt from your hidden stash, a false bottom in one of the drawers in your vanity, and smoke it. your anxiety subsiding after each puff of smoke. you always had anxiety growing up, your parents putting you on different medications all throughout your life but the only thing that ever helped was weed.

your phone rings and it’s yuta letting you know he was outside waiting for you in the car. you panic, losing track of time and not realizing he would be arriving before you had finished your blunt. you quickly wave the smoke around you away before tidying yourself up and making your way outside. you’re so frantic trying to gather yourself, putting your belongings into your purse and slipping into your heels that it completely slips from your mind that you hadn’t put on any perfume to mask the scent of weed.

you see yuta waiting outside, leaned against the outside of the car. a bright smile breaks out onto his face when he sees you in the dress and necklace he gifted. you hug yuta and exchange a quick kiss, “hi baby, you look gorgeous” he says into your ear as you hug. yuta inhales your scent, to his surprise he smells the scent of weed. he opens the door for you and you enter, he shuts the door behind you and walks onto the other side to enter, pondering if you had smoked weed prior to meeting him.

once inside, he signals the driver you’re good to go and you’re off to the gala. you and yuta have small talk, catching up on what the two of you had been doing during the day before meeting up. you tell him about your day and yuta can’t brush off the smell of weed emitting from you. he grabs your hand and turns towards you, “baby.” he says and his tone suddenly worries you. “yes?” you respond. “i’m not mad but… you smell of weed my love.” he says and your eyes widen at his statement. you sigh in defeat and drop your head, “i’m so sorry. i smoked weed before you got here, i was getting worried about the gala and meeting all these rich fancy people, and i was scared that you would know i’m not rich and might think i’m a gold digger so i smoked some weed to calm my nerves and -” he cuts you off by kissing you. you’re surprised by his actions but melt into his kiss.

yuta pulls aways, “hey, it’s okay babe. don’t worry.” he says reassuring you. “really? you’re not mad? or disappointed?” you ask innocently. “why would i be? i smoke too babe.” he says casually. “what? you do?” you ask, shocked by his response. “yeah, how do you think i handle running a business this big with all these people stressing me out.” he says while straightening himself out in his seat. he presses a button that lowers the partition in the car, leaning closer to the driver and whispering something in his ear you couldn’t understand and raising the partition afterwards. “what’d you tell him?” you ask and he simply just smiles at you.

the rest of the car ride is spent with you in yuta’s arms. when you arrive at the destination, yuta quickly runs out and opens your door. upon exiting you realize you’re outside of yuta’s high rise condo. “what are we doing here?” you ask. yuta closes your door and taps the roof of the car to let the driver know he can leave. “decided i didn’t want to go to the gala anymore, come on.” he says while grabbing your hand and guiding you into the building. he greets the doorman and then the concierge at the front desk. “mr. nakamoto.” the concierge greets him with a bow. the two of you enter an elevator the leads to his home. “what about the gala?” you ask and as you enter his home. yuta begins to take off his blazer, “eh, didn’t want to go anyways. too many stuck up old rich people. i’d rather spend some time with my girl.” he quickly runs to his room to grab a small box and runs back to get you, he guides you up some stairs that led to a lookout at the top of his condo, a balcony that oversees the city. it’s much darker outside now so the city lights glimmer in the night sky. you sit down with yuta and he opens the box he’s holding. inside are some prerolls, buds, a grinder, empty cones, and a lighter. you chuckle at him, “what?” he laughs and asks you. “nothing, it’s just cute you’d rather smoke with some girl than attend a gala.” you simply say and yuta stops what he’s doing. he takes your hands into his and looks into your eyes before speaking, “you aren’t just some girl to me. you’re my girl.” he says while smiling, causing you to blush. he goes back to what he was doing before continuing what he was saying, “plus, if my girl is too anxious to attend some gala and smoking weed is the only way to make her feel better, than sobeit. we’ll smoke some weed together.” yuta says while rolling a joint.

the two of you spend the rest of the evening on his balcony, getting high, and learning more about each other. you tell him about how weed has been the only thing that has worked on calming your anxiety. you also tell yuta about the other parts of yourself that you’ve been hiding, the fact that you aren’t as rich or proper as you try to come off. yuta reassures you that he doesn’t care, he fell in love with you because of things outside of materialistic matters like how much he loves your kindness and compassion, how you’re thoughtful and always remind him to eat because he seems to forget due to his busy schedule, or how well you get along with his sisters; and now the fact that you also smoked weed was another thing he loved about you because you could now get high together instead of attend fancy events.

doyoung

for as long as you’ve known boyfriend!doyoung, he’s never been one to smoke. you however, have been smoking since you were a teenager; a bad habit you picked up from being around some bad influences growing up and a habit you never broke out of. you remember the day doyoung found out you smoked, he had freaked out a bit, never expecting you to be the type. when he found out you had been smoking since you were 16 however, doyoung almost broke up with you because he felt like, in these words exactly, “didn’t know who you were!” he had said. after talking it out and doyoung admitting he was being dramatic, he realized he didn’t care much that you smoked at all.

he respected you enough to not force you to stop and you respected doyoung enough to not smoke around him. lately he has been quite stressed from work lately, multiple deadlines, and deals that needed to be closed and although doyoung loved to drink, he hated being hungover. one night when he was spending the night at your place, he found you out on your balcony smoking a cigarette, a sight he’s seen before, and watched from afar. you’re surprised to see doyoung join you on your balcony and you blow away any excess smoke and quickly kill the cigarette by putting it out on an ashtray. “hey babe, sorry i didn’t know you’d come out here.” you say and he gives you a kiss on the forehead before sitting down across from you. “it’s okay, i don’t mind.” he says and you make a confused face at him. “what?” he asks. “nothing, i just never smoke around you because of what happened when you first found out i smoked.” you say and the two of you laugh at that memory. “yeah i was being pretty dramatic that day.”

“but i do wanna say something.” he says suddenly and you grow a bit worried. you just look at him, waiting for what he has to say next. “i wanna try smoking.” he says and you’re speechless. for a moment you’re sitting in silence and doyoung continues, he explains how stressful work has been and that he would just have a drink at the end of the night but he hates the taste of alcohol and he easily gets drunk and the hangover sucks. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a bit excited to see doyoung breakout of his usual habit of avoiding smoke. “i can help you smoke if you want?” you offer to him and smiles. “the thing is, i don’t like cigarettes? they smell bad and i don’t want my teeth to rot… no offense.” he says and it causes you to laugh. “wait here.” you say and you quickly run to your bedroom to grab something.

you run back to doyoung on the balcony and hand him a little blue vape. “what’s this?” doyoung asks. “it’s a vape!” you respond and teach him how to use it. doyoung brings the machine to his lips and inhales but quickly blows out and coughs. you laugh at his reaction and he just looks at you with a pout. “sorry.” you say and guide him through again on how to do it. he takes a puff again and this time it goes much smoother. “is that blueberry?” doyoung asks and you nod with a big smile. “yeah! some vapes have a flavor and scent, this one is blueberry. i know you like the color blue so i thought you might like it. and it doesn’t smell bad and potentially won’t rot your teeth as fast as cigarettes” you say sheepishly causing doyoung to laugh. he takes another hit and holds it in a lot longer than before, causing you to wonder. “are you sure you haven’t smoked before? you held that in kind of long.” you say with suspicion. doyoung laughs, “i have singer lungs baby, these pipes are strong.” he says while lightly tapping his chest. the rest of the night is filled with laughter and smoke, but not before you tell doyoung that it’s okay if he starts smoking but not to make it a habit he relies on, knowing the underlying health negatives. the two of you agree and you come up with a plan to lessen your smoking habits and for the two of you to find a new way to relieve your stress, like sports, working out, or something in the bedroom…

jaehyun

you’re walking hand in hand with your date!jaehyun in the park. it’s your second date and after grabbing lunch you two decided to go for a walk since it was nice out. there were families have picnics and people walking their dogs, also enjoying the feeling of the sun on their skin. you take a deep breath before letting go of jaehyun’s hand and reaching for something in your bag. jaehyun stops to look at you and when he sees you pull out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, his eyes widen. he watches you take a cig out of the pack, place it in your mouth, and begin to light it. before you could fully light the cig, jaehyun plucks it from your lips and puts out the fire.

you look at him perplexed and reach for another one in the pack. jaehyun snatches the whole box of cigs and tosses it into the trash can a few feet away. you throw your hands in the air like a child, “what the fuck jae?” you ask, pissed off he just threw away all your cigs. he walks back to you with a stern face of disappointment. “you really smoke those cancer sticks?” he asks like he was a father lecturing his child. “uh yeah, that’s what you do with a cigarette. smoke them?” you say and he just rolls his eyes. “anyways, what is it to you? people do drugs all the time, i could be doing much worse like-” he cuts you off. “that’s not the point. any kind of drug is bad.” he says defending his stance on the matter. “plus, i’m not going to date someone who smokes, it’s gross!” he says without thinking, not realizing he practically just called you gross.

you scoff at his remark. “fine, then don’t.” you say while shoving your lighter into hands and walking off. “y/n! i didn’t mean it like that, don’t be like this!” he says trying to get you to come back. you turn around and walk backwards to respond, “no! i don’t want you to be seen with someone as gross as me!” you say sarcastically before turning back around. jaehyun drops his head and knows he fucked up, but he can’t help himself if he disagrees with the idea of smoking. he hated the smell of smoke, he hated the way it left a stench on clothing and skin, and he hated especially when a girl smoked.

you got home later that day, opting to walk 15 minutes away from the park before requesting an uber home. the whole uber ride you updated your groupchat with your roommates and best friends about what happened. some of them agreed with you that smoking is okay and the others disagreed that smoking was bad, but they all agreed that he shouldn’t have called you gross. when you got home, you changed out of your clothes and into some pajamas. your roommate and best friend, mark, knocked on your door and you let him in. “you ok?” you sigh before responding, “yeah, i guess so…” you say while putting clothes away. “yeah, sorry about that. i know i was the one who set you two up.” he says while scratching the back of his head. “it’s fine, not your fault jaehyun is an asshole.” mark laughs and then clears his throat. “i could talk to him?” he suggests. you politely decline and tell mark that it’s probably a sign and that you were glad to have dodged a bullet. he excuses himself from your room and after closing the door he reaches for the phone in his pocket. your phone. mark knows your password because you two were really close, he unlocks your phone and sends jaehyun a text. asking him to come over to talk tomorrow morning because the roommates would all be either at work or in class while you and mark would be the only ones home.

he peeks quickly back into your room and hands you your phone, “you left this in the kitchen by the way.” and then he leaves. you mutter a quick thanks and think about how you don’t remember stopping by the kitchen but you probably don’t recall because you were busy complaining to your roommates about jaehyun.

when jaehyun receives the text, he’s more than happy you texted him. sad that he ruined his chances with you over a comment he didn’t really mean. he spent the rest of the night trying to formulate what he would say to you so that he could speak his mind without offending you but also not compromising his personal belief. the next day, before heading to your place, he stops by a flower shop to grab you some flowers, a bouquet of pink lilies and red roses.

before jaehyun arrives, you and mark are having breakfast in the living room; watching a tv show and enjoy some toast and cereal when a knock is heard on the door. “you expecting someone?” you ask mark and he hums in response, getting up to get the door. you pay him no mind, thinking it’s probably just a package he’s waiting for. what you didn’t expect was mark to walk back into the living room with jaehyun behind him, as if he was trying to hide the tall man.

“what is HE doing here?” you ask putting your bowl down on the coffee table and standing up with your hands on your hips. mark instantly turns defensive with his hands out, “okay just hear me out…” and you just stare at him. “i may or may not have stole your phone yesterday and texted him to come over…” your eyes widen and you grab your phone to check your messages, and to your disbelief; there it is. “we need to talk. come over for breakfast?” sent to jaehyun.

“i can’t believe you!” you exclaim while throwing your phone onto the couch. “don’t be mad at him, y/n. i do want to talk though” jaehyun says in mark’s defense. “i’m mad at both of you!” you say while pointing out at the two boys cowering in the entrance walkway like two kids getting scolded by their mom. “fine, let’s talk.” you say and you grab jaehyun’s hand and drag him to your room but not before you turn around to look at mark and glare at him, causing him to widen his eyes and throw his hands up in defense.

you close the door behind you and find jaehyun looking at your photos on your dresser. some of you with mark and your roommates but none of you as a child. “no baby pictures?” he curiously asks. “um, no. i’m an orphan, most of my photos weren’t taken until i got to college.” you say without much thought. “i didn’t know you were…” jaehyun says, slowly ending his sentence before he could finish it. “an orphan? yeah i don’t usually lead with that.” you say and you take a seat on your bed, “so what do you want jaehyun?” you say. jaehyun clears his throat and hands you the flowers, “uh, these are for you.” he says with a straight smile, showing off those dimples you’ve started to really like. you accept them and mutter a small thank you.

jaehyun takes a seat on your vanity chair before he speaks, “listen, i’m sorry for how i came off yesterday. i didn’t mean to offend you and you’re definitely not gross. you’re actually the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen and you’re so cute too and-” you cut him off when you realize he’s rambling. “breathe jaehyun.” you recommend and he takes a deep breath and continues. “what i’m trying to say is, although i disagree with the idea of smoking, i’m willing to look past that and move on if you are. i would really like to continue being with you if you’d let me.” he says, looking up at you trying to see what you think. your face is stoic, you’re processing his words in your mind but you’re trying not to show on your face that you find him so handsome and endearing, and you honestly forgave him as soon as he handed you those flowers.

“say something?” he asks in a desperate tone. you stand and lean towards him, looking him in the eyes before speaking. “you think i’m pretty and cute?” you ask in a teasing tone and this causes the two of you to break out into laughter. jaehyun grabs you by the waist and sits you down on his lap. “yes, baby. very much.” he says while placing a kiss on your cheek. you turn around so you’re now straddling jaehyun’s lap. you give him a kiss, “thank you for apologizing and i know it must’ve taken a lot of courage to do that and i promise i won’t smoke around you and i’ll work on my smoking habit.” you say and he nods in response. “why do you smoke?” he asks and you’re honestly not sure. “i think i picked it up just from the stress of life. growing up as an orphan was a lot of work and i guess when i turned 18 it was just a habit i picked up that let me feel something.” he gives you a hug and the two of you once again share a kiss. you hear a slight creak near the door which makes the two of you turn your heads towards the door.

you both get up and silently make your way over to the door, you make a shushing motion to jaehyun before slowly reaching for the door and quickly pulling it open, causing an eavesdropping mark to fall into your bedroom out of shock. “yo, what the heck!” he asks while he looks up at the two of you from the floor. you and jaehyun look at mark with a head tilt. “haha hey guys. how’s it going?” he says sheepishly while the two of you laugh at the boy on the ground. “dude come on!” he says and jaehyun helps the younger boy up off the ground. you enjoy seeing the sight of your best friend and your now boyfriend bonding, thinking about all the fun you guys would have teasing one another.

jungwoo

you’re on your way to boyfriend!jungwoo’s house, he’s having a small get together for his birthday. just the two of you and some of his closest friends. you’re the first to arrive as you promised him you’d help set up. he gave you a key to his house only a few months after you first started dating so you usually just enter freely without knocking like you used to.

“jungwoo, i’m here!” you announced after entering his home. you take your shoes off and look around when you don’t hear a response back. you place his birthday gift and other things you brought like party supplies on the kitchen counter so you can roam the house to look for him. you’re about to walk upstairs to check his room when you spot him through the window that faces the backyard. you take a peek through the window and he’s facing away from you. you’re admiring him until you see a puff of smoke suddenly appear and surround his head. you make a confused face before heading to the back door that leads to the backyard.

you slide open the door and spot jungwoo, taking a hit from a cigarette. “you smoke?” you ask, catching jungwoo off guard and causing him to drop the cigarette from his hands. “shit!” he says after you scared him. he quickly steps on the lit cigarette sitting on the grass to prevent the yard from catching on fire. “hey, when’d you get here?” he asks, trying to change the subject. you slip on some random sandals before walking out towards jungwoo in the yard. “don’t try to change the subject, i didn’t know you smoked?” you asked him and he doesn’t know what to say. he opens his mouth but nothing comes out, embarrassed and shocked that he was caught.

“i mean… i don’t care.” you ask and jungwoo has a sigh of relief. “oh, thank god. for a second i thought you were going to break up with me.” he says while wrapping his hands around your neck for a hug. you laugh at his response, “why would i break up with you?” you ask. “hmm, i don’t know actually. i think some people just don’t like smokers, i know jaehyun doesn’t.” he says with a shrug.

you laugh at him once again, but this time it’s because you just find him so cute. you pinch his cheeks and winces from the pain, “ow!” he says while rubbing his cheeks. “you’re so just so adorable, i never expected you to be the type to smoke is all.” you say before dragging him inside to help you set up. “hey, i’m very cute but that doesn’t mean i can’t smoke. it helps when i get caught smoking, i can just act cute and they forget why they were even mad in the first place.” he says explaining himself. “wow, so you were going to use your cuteness against me when i caught you just now?” you say while cocking your head to the side. “maybe…” he says and the two of you break out into a laugh.

“besides, i find it kinda hot that you smoke.” you say all of a sudden and jungwoo is frozen in his spot. “so now i’m cute AND hot. wow you’ve got a good guy on you huh?” he asks teasing you and you just playfully shove him. “yeah, yeah, whatever. don’t let it go to your big head birthday boy.” you say and stick your tongue out at him. “it IS my birthday so you have to be extra nice to me” jungwoo declares and you’re shocked at his statement. ��i literally just said i thought you were really cute and hot, what more can i do?” you ask in a playful tone and jungwoo looks around for a moment thinking of a response before he points to his cheek, indicating he wants a kiss. when you go in for a kiss and come closer, he quickly turns his head so that your lips touch one another’s, resulting in the two of you laughing in your kiss before continuing to lock lips.

mark and haechan

“yo, my girl is coming over. don’t be annoying.” boyfriend!mark says while popping into bestfriend!haechan’s room. haechan makes an offended face with an exaggerated gasp, “excuse me? i’m never annoying markie!” he says, obviously trying to annoy mark. “yeah, whatever dude.” mark says walking away. “lighten up dude!” haechan says mocking mark. mark invited you over to his frat for the first time and you were a bit nervous. you had never been to a frat before, but your best friend haechan was in a frat and he says it’s not too bad so that somewhat helped you calm your nerves. before heading to mark’s frat, you smoked a bowl to calm your nerves. you could always rely on your best friend, indica, to help you chill out whenever you get nervous.

your uber driver drops you off in front of the frat, giant letters spelling ‘NCT’ were sitting above the front door. “weird.” you mutter to yourself, having never heard of that frat before. you text mark that you were outside and in no time he’s greeting you at the front door with a kiss. “hi baby, you look cute.” he says while looking up and down. “it’s just jeans and a tshirt mark, but thank you.” you say and he ushers you inside. “nice place by the way, a lot cleaner than i thought. how many of you live here?” you ask while looking around. “just seven.” he says while entering the kitchen. “want a drink?” he asks and you respond, just asking for water.

he grabs a cold bottle of water from the fridge and hands it to you. he grabs your hand and the two of you make your way upstairs but not before passing haechan’s room. “y/n?” he says when he sees you walk back. you and mark both take a few steps back when you realize haechan called your name. “haechan? THIS is your frat?” you ask him and he just nods while dying of laughter, causing you to break out into laughter as well as your run over to him and fall into his bed. mark is looking at the two of you weirdly, confused as to how you both know each other.

“wait, wait, wait. what’s going on here?” mark says pointing at the two of you. “bro, your ‘girl’ is my best friend.” haechan says once the two of you are done laughing. mark’s face is a mixture of shock and fear, shocked that you knew haechan and afraid of how much haechan influence haechan has on you. he looks at you, almost looking like he was asking for you to denounce the previous statement. “yup, been best friend’s since 3rd grade.” you say while nodding. “i can’t believe mark is the guy you’ve been seeing this whole time.” he says while looking at you. you just shrug in response and the two of you break out into a giggle fit again, causing mark to groan and leave the two of you to go to his room.

you run after him and enter his room. “babe, we’re just messing around.” you say while cupping his face into your hands, causing him to pout even more than he already was. “yeah ‘babe’ we’re just messing around.” haechan says popping into mark’s room. “get out!” mark says while throwing a pillow at haechan to which he dodges and giggles while running back to his room. “tell your boyfriend to lighten up y/n!” haechan yells from his room.

“ease up mark, if you’ve been able to handle haechan so far you’ll be fine handling the two of us. plus i’m more normal than he is.” you say while taking a seat next to him on his bed. “i don’t know about that.” mark says in a teasing tone and you just look at him with your mouth open in surprise, playfully pushing his shoulder.

“i really do need to chill out though. i think i’ve been to stressed lately. school sucks.” he says while taking a deep breath. “i think i can help with that.” you say while locking eyes. “oh, yeah? how?” he say, intrigued. “weed?” you say nonchalantly and mark is surprised. “that is not what i was expecting you to say…” he says while squinting his eyes. you make a confused face, not understanding what he meant. suddenly it clicks in your head and you shove him again, “ew, mark! at least take me out on a date first.” you say teasingly. “i do! i’ve taken you out so much.” he says defensively and you just giggle before thanking him and giving him a kiss.

“but seriously, i smoke weed whenever i need to chill out. it helps a lot.” you tell him while you reached into your bag. you pulled out a small pink bag, inside are a couple of blunts with a little lighter that had a tiger on it. mark grabs it from you in awe, “woah that’s cool!” he says while admiring the tiger. “yeah, i got it because it reminded me of you.” you say while getting up to shut the door.

you light the blunt and take a hit. you gesture for mark to try and he’s hesitant. “you don’t have to if you don’t want to.” you reassure him but he grabs it. “no! i want to.” he says and you guide him on how to take a hit. opting to start off with a smaller puff so he isn’t overwhelmed when suddenly haechan bursts into the room causing you to jump and mark to choke and cough on the smoke. “dude! you ARE annoying!” you say while handing mark your bottle of water. “what do you want?” mark says in between coughs. haechan walks over to you guys and takes a deep breath. “i know an infused crumbled lime blunt when i smell it!” he says and you are dumbfounded at your best friend sniffing out the exact blunt you and mark were currently smoking.

you reach into your pink pouch and pull out another one and hand it to haechan. “here and close the door.” you say while haechan grabs the blunt from your hands like an excited child who just got a cookie. the three of you spend the next hour in a blunt rotation, taking turns smoking and occasionally sharing stories. mark finds out you smoke weed because of your anxiety and that you put haechan onto weed which turned him into a huge pothead. you can tell the weed is starting to hit mark a lot sooner because he just starts to giggle out of nowhere and becomes really smiley, which you find really cute. he also gets really talkative and at some point he confesses to haechan that he’s happy to have become friend with him and the two share a tender moment, even shedding tears; however mark will probably not remember this when he sobers up but haechan definitely will and he’ll be teasing mark about it for weeks.

you’re happy to find out your best friend and boyfriend are also friends, let alone, are a part of the same frat. making it easier to spend time with either two. you spend the rest of the night high and snacking with the two boys while watching netflix in mark’s room. “thank you, that really helped. i love you.” mark whispers into your ear and it’s the first time either of you have said i love you. you smile widely before sharing a kiss with mark and returning the i love you to him as well. haechan throws a pillow from the floor at the two of you, “get a room!” he says and mark throws the pillow back, “we are in a room. YOU get a room and get out of mine.” he says while haechan rubs his head after the pillow had hit him. the two start to bicker and you just smile and laughing, thinking about how much more fun college is going to be with the two of them around.

all writing here is fiction & not in any association with characters mentioned.

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