#also was super jealous of my friend's flip phone

[kezcore]

i hate to break it to you, millennials, but gen z does, in fact, know what dvds and cds are. we grew up with them. we grew up with a lot of stuff y'all obsess over, actually. not my fault all the tech companies collectively decided to get rid of dvd players

[solarnomoon]

get a guitar - lee heeseung

your boyfriend every third thursday/best friend not boyfriend/(not-so) secret crush, heeseung, gets a little too tipsy for you.

pairing >>> heeseung x male reader

tags >>> college au, alcohol consumption, confessing feelings???, misunderstanding, slight angst, fluff, comfort, (not super) drunk hee, suggestive content

author's note >>> i have a few things to say. first, this was inspired by drunk heeseung hello he's adorable ･ﾟ･(｡>ω<｡)･ﾟ･ and second, i rly liked riize's debut song! and ik, it's supposed to be fun and innocent, but it's fun to think there's more to it!

the rattling of your bedside table was not uncommon for you to be awakened by, but was what uncommon was the fact that as you open your eyes to silence your phone from the blasting alarm, there was no light that peered through the curtains, causing you to groan at being woken up so early.

you reach for your phone and see who dared to wake you from your slumber, and after your eyes adjusted to the bright light, you immediately pick up seeing sunghoon’s name. you figured it was important as sunghoon has never once called you, the reason being as he hates calling and only texts, dms, hell, even replies on twitter.

“hello?”

“h-hey y/n!” the voice that rang through was not sunghoon, now keeping in mind that technically, sunghoon had still never rung you. “what’s going oonnn!”

it’s not like you didn’t recognize the voice though, “sunoo? not much, but it’s fucking… 1:30 in the morning, what’s up?” you slowly sit up, rubbing your eyes after flipping the on switch for your ambient lamp next to you.

“heyy, so, basically we all went out as you know, and oh em gee, you have to look at the pictures we took, they are SO funny…” you hear someone else’s voice in the background to tell him to focus, whom you can only assume is jay. “sorrryyy, anyway we called because your little lover boy over here is like, a little like, too fucked up.”

“heeseung? and he’s not my lover boy.”

“notice how i didn’t say a name~” the guy over the phone just giggles, you letting out a sigh after hearing that heeseung might’ve gotten himself in trouble. “anyway, his roommate has his fuckbuddy over, probably getting her pregnant. he’s so fucking irresponsible with condoms, agh, i hate him!” the sudden outburst from sunoo makes you snort, the love-hate relationship they have is probably one of the most entertaining things you’ve seen in a while.

“it’s okay, sun, tell me how much you hate ‘lix later.”

an audible gasp is heard through the phone, with sunoo adding, “ugh, i hate that you’re friends with that stupid australian!”

“felix is not a bad guy, sunoo, and you know this too.” you take this opportunity to tease him back, “plus, you’re just jealous that he’s not fucking you instead, don’t lie.”

“not the point y/n. the real point is, can seung stay at yours? i know your roommate is out for the weekend, and none of us have space for him.” he pauses for a few seconds, then jay tells him to ‘tell y/n the other thing!’ sunoo lets out a noise of agreement, then continues. “he also has been asking about you all night. like, i mean literally talking about you every moment of his life. so i think it’s time to just give him what he wants…”

“he’s been asking about me?”

“uhh, when is he not? seriously, when are you guys gonna get together?”

“you know he doesn’t like me like th-“

this time, sunoo lets out a sigh, interrupting your sentence. “i don’t wanna get into this with you, we’re coming to your dorm.”

“but i didn’t say you c-“ and with that, your dorm room opens wide open, with heeseung holding on to jay’s shoulder to keep himself up. “-ould come."

after jay puts him down onto your chair, sunoo and jungwon walk in the room as well, with jungwon giving you a wave while sunoo gives you a hug. "he's your responsibility now, y/n. we couldn't get him to go anywhere else to be honest..." jay admits, his hand reaching to the back of his neck.

"it's... fine, just go have fun and enjoy the rest of your night. i can take care of heeseung." at the sound of his name, the guy looks over to you, mouth forming a wide smile when he recognizes your face.

"hey you, just the man i was looking for!" heeseung stands up from the chair and practically jumps into your bed with you, hugging you by the waist while his lower body stays on the floor. you nod to the other three, signalling them to leave, with jungwon and jay giving you a sheepish smile. sunoo on the other hand just wiggles his eyebrows and does the "salt shaking" motion, then leaves with them, shutting the door behind him.

you place your hands on heeseung's head and angle his face as to look at him, immediately feeling the warmth of his cheeks. as he looks up at you, you notice that he has a natural red glow, presumably from the alcohol he had consumed. "jeez, how much have you drank?"

he puts his fingers into a pinch, "a little bit." he removes his other hand from your waist to match the pinch, "just a little, a little." he puts his hand into a motion as if he's drinking a cup, signaling to you that he drank (as if you didn't already know that...) "actually, i drank a little."

"yeah, heard you the first... and second... and third time, heeseung. do you want some water?" you lean over to your bedside table to grab your water bottle, but when you try to hand it to him, he pushes it away. "you don't want?"

"i only want it if you drink it first!" he grins at you, confidence filling his voice all of a sudden.

"dude, how can you drink it if i drink it?"

"easy, you just pour it from your mouth into mine."

"what are you fucking talking about?"

heeseung gets up from the floor and sits next to you, leaning over to have his head on your lap. "it would be really easy like this, you just pour it into your mouth and then drip it into mine..." he wraps his arms around your waist again, putting his face into your shirt. "or, you could just kiss me with the water in your mouth."

you thought you heard him wrong, with the fact that he muttered his last sentence into your shirt, but after asking him to repeat it, you realize that what you heard was what he said. "...heeseung, i thi-" a muffled whine interrupts your sentence, and for a second, your heart squeezes, nervous that whine was one out of pain (definitely not because you liked the way it sounded coming from him). "heeseung?"

another whine erupts from his mouth, but before you could ask again, he answers, "stop calling me that, y/n."

"dude, you know that's your name, right?"

the movement was so quick that you didn't even know his drunk self could manage it, but in the blink of an eye, the positions had changed to where you were sitting in his lap, his arms wrapped around your waist still, but his face laying on your back. "but that's not what you call me."

"what are you talking about, seungie?" and with that, you could literally feel the muscles on his face form a slight smile, his face pressing harder into your back. after that, he removed it, putting his lips oddly close to your neck.

"that's my boy, much better..." his lips graze the bottom of your ear, before moving to the side of your neck, planting a small kiss. "so much better."

the minute you felt his lips on your skin, your instinct was to push away, your pulse quickening, and the area on the back of your neck tingling like sparks. "hey, don't fucking do that!" you looked back to scold him, but the tiny pout on his face made you soften up. "just... you can't do that kind of shit... not when..." i'm practically in love with you, you had wanted to say, and although heeseung was drunk, you couldn't take that chance of him remembering in the morning and prematurely ruining the friendship.

you knew it was bound to happen. it was only a matter of time before he found out himself or your feelings had grown immense amounts to the point where you couldn't take it anymore. either way was a lose-lose situation, but even knowing this, you couldn't lose heeseung as a friend, or a sort of fake lover the way he had treated you.

in fact, it was how he had treated you that made this impossible. he clung to you like a fucking leech. you and him were rarely seen without the other, and everyone around knew that if you invited one, you had to invite the other.

he'd play stupid horror games on roblox late at night with you, running halfway across campus the minute you said you were too scared to continue, and he'd hold you in his arms as you slept until dawn.

he'd invite you to his dorm and watch rom-coms with all of your favorite snacks, ramen that he had cooked for both of you guys, and heated blankets, massaging your back as you watched together while you laughed at the stupid jokes, periodically asking you if those pick-ups lines would work if someone used them on you.

he'd pick you up to go to a fancy dinner date, paying for your entire meal, then afterwards, bring you on a drive to the scenic areas and talk deep conversations with you as you guys admitted shit you never had before, discussing innate and learned fears, future plans, and why the earth revolved around the sun.

if you guys were dating, heeseung would be the absolute perfect boyfriend. he brought you to theme parks, county fairs, arcades, family meetups, holidays, pretty much everywhere. you couldn't imagine life without him, he was a staple to your life, and everyone knew you guys were practically inseparable.

but you and heeseung weren't dating. you had done all of these things in the past few months out of pure best-friendcy. and yet, you didn't want to lose this intimacy with him.

"not when you what, y/n?" heeseung leans to the side so you could see his face, curiosity floating in his eyes as he gazes at you.

"...not when you're drunk, heeseung."

"i'm not fucking drunk. and didn't i tell you to stop calling me that? it doesn't sound right coming out of your mouth." heeseung strengthens his grip around you, pulling you closer into him, as if he let go, you would fall out of his life for good.

"heeseung, you have to let go, you drank too much and you don't know what you're doing," before you could even realize it, your voice had started raising in volume and desperation little by little, "and it's like this isn't normal best friend behavior and i feel like i'm trapped in this fucking bubble of keeping to myself because i don't want to ruin us but i can't just leave you because you're so fucking important to me and i just!" you hold your breath, not knowing what to say next. "i just think it's unfair..."

you didn't even realize you were crying until heeseung was wiping the tears away with his hands, leaving small kisses on the top of your head. "hey, hey, baby..." heeseung whispered, making you even angrier. you turn around in his lap, hitting his chest.

"heeseung! don't even fucking call me that right now! that's part of the problem, you don't call your best friend that! stop fucking playing with my feelings!" you then grab his shirt and cry into it, muttering the last part, "if you wanna play with something, play with that stupid fucking guitar you have, not me..."

he chuckles softly at your sentence, but before you scold him for laughing at a time like this, he gently presses his lips against yours, encapsulating you into a slow, loving kiss. instead of fighting back, you lean into him, allowing yourself to be taken by his soft lips, kissing back with just as gentle of pressure, not wanting to be overwhelmed by a feeling you have dreamed of since you met the man.

as he pulls away, he wipes the tears stained on your cheek with his thumb lovingly, leaving his hands on your face. "you've been wanting to say all of that for a while huh? i feel like that outburst has been building up overtime." you just nod, not knowing what to say. "y/n, i swear to god, we've been dating. maybe not officially boyfriends, but dating." the confusion on your face must've been extremely evident, because he squishing his eyebrows together in retaliation. "you... you know i'm like... in love with you right...? right?"

"huh?" you sniffle, the tears stopping from the perplexed feeling overtaking your sadness. "you've never asked me out!"

"yes, i did! remember, at the park, when we had a picnic and i brought strawberry soju and the whole charcuterie board. i asked you that day, i remember what i said because i wrote it down. i said 'y/n, can we take this to the next step?' and you were like, 'yes!' so i thought you knew!"

oh.

oh.

you have never felt so fucking stupid in your life.

"that's what you meant?! i thought you meant to the next step of the stairs we were on!"

heeseung just looks at you blankly, mouth ajar. after a few moments, he just laughs, the sound so loud it reverberates through the room and even rumbles the bed. "n-no fucking way! is that why you randomly picked up the fucking blanket and moved it up to the actual next step?!"

"'cause that's what i thought you meant!" you exclaimed, the anchor in your heart that you didn't even know existed being relieved the more heeseung talked.

heeseung embraces you, placing another kiss onto your lips for a second, then just hovers in front of them, looking into your eyes. "then let me make it explicitly clear. y/n, i'm so fucking in love with you. please let me be your boyfriend."

you respond to him with a kiss of your own, allowing yourself to be overtaken with the absolute relief from the dredge that had been weighing you down on your guys' relationship for weeks upon weeks now. "yes, heeseung. i'd love for you to be my boyfriend."

he just smirks, hands moving from your face down to the hem of your shirt, wanting for you to take it off, which you gladly comply with. "fucking good. been wanting to kiss you, strip you, make you mine for weeks now, but you never reciprocated, so i just thought you weren't ready..." he takes your shorts off with efficiency, not wanting to waste any time with you.

"oh yeah? aren't you still drunk, heeseung?"

"was never that drunk to begin with, just wanted to get that water thing to work, but this..." placing his hands on your thighs, he spreads your legs and pulls you closer, "this is so much fucking better."

[wormdebut]

13 for the wrapped game, also, you're wonderful and talented. as if spotify wrapped itself wasn't already great, now we get new worm words from it, hell Y E A H

Oh BOY LEX. Do I have a MESS of a Blurb for YOU. #13 on my Spotify Wrapped is Barbie & Ken by Scene Queen and Set It Off. Enjoy whatever this is.

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"Eddie!" Chrissy squeals over the radio bluetooth and Eddie can't help the smile that break across his face.

"Hey Chris! How's my best girl?" Eddie hadn't seen his best friend in months. She had gone off to IU and Eddie had stayed in Chicago working on a tattoo apprenticeship.

They had both been so busy, Eddie with his work and Chrissy was busy with college and--well Chrissy had apparently went a gotten herself involved with a metal band? Eddie was very confused about the specifics, but he had finally gotten some time off and Chrissy's band had a gig in Indianapolis tonight so, they were making a vacation of it.

"I'm so excited you're coming tonight! The band is so excited to meet you! Even though they've seen pictures, they are convinced I made you up!" Chrissy giggles and Eddie laughs with her.

"Yeah, I'm sure they think I'm a garbage best friend, but I'm gonna be the loudest motherfucker there, I swear to god. First round after the shows on me!"

Chrissy keeps laughing. "I'm glad you said it, cause Stevie was already telling everybody that my imaginary best friend had the honors of first round anyway."

Chrissy had told Eddie about Stevie. Going on, and on about her. 'Stevie is a fucking musical genius.' 'You won't believe what Stevie came up with today.' 'God, I can't wait for you and Stevie to meet, you guys are gonna hit it off immediately.' He was glad that Chrissy had found a girlfriend, she deserves the best, but Eddie would have to lay it on think when he met this Stevie chick. Make sure that she takes care of his girl.

Chrissy was a raging lesbian and Eddie was Kinsey six gay, but they were platonic soulmates until death and Stevie is gonna have to know that Eddie will kill for Chrissy Cunningham.

The bar was fucking packed. Christ. Eddie should be jealous. Before he had started tattooing he had always wanted to play music, but, shit. He was just fucking proud of Chrissy.

After he had kicked back of few shots of whiskey he was able to push his way up to the front of the crowd just as the stage lights started going haywire. The crowd was yelling and Eddie lost his shit when Chrissy came strutting out in a hot pink skater dress and chunk black doc martens. Her hair was pulled into ridiculously perky pigtails. How this was going to be a metal performance Eddie was very unsure, but he was excited as fuck to see her in anyway.

"Hiya Indy!" Chrissy yells. Eddie yells back with the audience and Chrissy squeals in the mic when she sees Eddie cheering for her. "Hi Eds!" She runs up grabbing his hand and Eddie laughs, squeezing her hand quickly, before she pulls away. "I'm Chrissy Cunningham and me and my band Versailles are super excited to be back here. Well, without further ado my boys are gonna come out here and we'll get this party started huh?"

The crowd goes wild and Eddie watches as three men come running out. There's a drummer, a bassist, and a guitarist. Eddie is stoked as hell. Watching as Chrissy hypes up the band. He hears someone in the crowd yell "Where's Steve?"

Chirssy ears perk up. "Stevie? Oh I'm sure Stevie's around here somewhere let me just--" She pulls out a hot pink flip phone. Eddie lets out a loud laugh as he recognizes the damn thing as Chrissy's first phone, from seventh grade. His laughter is cut short as a dial tone starts playing over the speakers

It's a bit.

"Hi Stevie! I--I mean Ken…Um…Are you free right now? I have a song that I need you on. Like now?" Chrissy speaks into the microphone, and the crowd zeroes in on Chrissy as she 'calls' for Stevie. Eddie is so busy being impressed with his best friends stage presence he almost misses the smoke show that comes running out from stage right.

He's pretty sure he should pick his fucking jaw up from the floor. The man has on the tightest jeans Eddie has ever seen tucked into clunky combat boots, framing his ass…quite nicely. His hair is styled far too perfect for a metal show, but Eddie is not complaining. The kicker though, is the hot pink tactical vest he has on over his shirtless, very hairy--fuck--chest. Is this a concert or is this one of Eddie's fucked up sexual fantasies?

Eddie snaps his mouth shut, eyes wide as he stares at Chrissy and…Stevie.

Oh Shit.

Eddie watches as Stevie--Steve--the source of Eddie's very confused boner right now--whatever the hell his name is--pulls the flip phone out of her hand and leans into the mic.

They both smile right at Eddie. He swears he sees Chrissy wink.

"Let's Party."

Eddie is both entertained and internally tormented throughout the rest of the show. Chrissy knew exactly what she was doing, forgetting to mention that Stevie was a) A man and b) exactly Eddie's fucking type.

Eddie liked pretty boys, and apparently this pretty boy knew how to scream, which--that was--that was doing for Eddie.

Throughout the show Eddie picked up that Chrissy did a fair amount of clean vocals and Steve did a mix between cleans and screaming. Versailles as a whole was actually pretty good, but Eddie was going to have to apologize to Chrissy, because he only had eyes for Steve.

Should he be embarrassed for popping a boner at his apparently metalheaded best friends show? Probably, but--he was not. Steve was fucking hot.

He was also a fucking menace. He kept running up to Eddie, grabbing at his hands, leaning down to scream in his fucking face, and Chrissy, when she caught him doing it, just smirked.

Eddie was gonna kill her.

Eddie leaned against the bar, waiting as the crowd around Versailles died down and spread out. He caught Chrissy's eye as she hopped off the stage running up to Eddie at full speed. She jumped into his arms, "Eddieee!"

Eddie huffed out a laugh. "You have so much explaining to do." He whispered into her ear.

Chrissy just laughed as Eddie set her down, smiling from ear to ear. "Yeah, and I think you owe a pretty boy a drink."

[mint-yooxgi]

{3} - Written in the Stars - Yandere!Idol!Yeosang X Tall!Chubby!Reader

Soft Yandere AU & Idol AU

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Fluff, Slight Humor, Slow Burn

Pairing: Yeosang X Reader (ft. platonic Ateez ensemble)

Words: 11,000

Warnings: Slow burn. Mentions of Jonghyun. Brief conversation to start about past insecurities. I think that's all. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: So, this chapter we get to see a little bit of how our dear Yeosangie is feeling. I'm doing my best not to make it a super sudden infatuation, but the feelings are there. Boy just doesn't want to admit it yet. That being said, I am super excited for a scene I have planned next chapter, so I hope you'll all look forward to it!! On a side note, I finally got my glasses!! Yay!! Anyways, as always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~

Also, gentle reminder that I don’t do tag lists.

Disclaimer: It's not often this chapter where this applies, but the following is important to note:

"This represents a line spoken in Korean."

"Bolded represents a line spoken in English."

"Bolded and italics represents a line spoken in Japanese."

Mini Masterlist - Part One - Part Two

Yeosang is not jealous.

He doesn’t get jealous when Atiny comment to him that San’s arms are more muscular than his are. Nor does he get jealous when other fans tell him that their bias is someone else, or would prefer a selfie with a different member other than him during fansigns. 

Knowing whether people like him or not is none of his business.

So, when he notices that you seem to be messaging Hongjoong all day today leading up to the award’s ceremony instead of the group chat at first, he most certainly is not jealous. It definitely doesn’t bother him that the Captain of Ateez gets the fun, close-up pictures of your face while you’re getting ready for tonight. The kind one would normally only send to close friends. Nor does it irritate him that you only start sending those same selfies to the group chat once Hongjoong suggests it. 

Jongho’s and Wooyoung’s whining also has nothing to do with it, of course.

Most of all, he doesn’t care that the guys all compliment you before he does when you send them all a proper photo of your face once you’re ready for tonight. It’s not like he wanted the honour of praising you first, or anything.

Yes, Kang Yeosang is certainly not jealous.

“I wonder what type of outfit she’s going to wear.” Jongho wonders aloud, managing to pull Yeosang out of his much too loud thoughts for the moment. He can see the younger flipping through all of the photos of your face that you sent them this afternoon, seemingly deciding between the two he likes the most.

“Does she usually get super dressed up for events?” Seonghwa asks, not even bothering to shift his gaze from the window.

“I think I’ve only ever seen her in dresses for formal events like the Writer’s Guild awards.” Hongjoong comments, gazing down at his phone. 

He must still be chatting with you.

Yeosang’s jaw twitches. He blinks.

“I think I remember watching a clip from a question’s panel where someone asked her about it once,” Yunho hums, tapping his fingers over his knee as they make their way towards the venue. “From what I recall, she doesn’t necessarily like wearing skirts or shorts all that much.”

“Why?” The question is out of Yeosang’s mouth before he can stop it.

“If I recall, she gave a two parted answers.” Yunho replies.

“Oh, I think Bin sent me this clip before!” Wooyoung pipes up from the back seat. “I think she said something about a lot of clothing always being a bit too short for her height. She said something about being more comfortable in male styled clothing because of it. It’s also why she doesn’t wear a lot of short dresses.”

“The struggle is real,” Mingi sighs, shaking his head in understanding.

A comforting pat is given to his arm from San who sits beside the taller male for the moment.

“And the other?” It’s Seonghwa who asks, and Yeosang feels a subtle weight lift off of his shoulders at not having to ask again himself.

A frown pulls at Jongho’s features as he looks down at his lap.

“What?” San tilts his head, curious as to the sudden silence in the car. “What is it?”

“She said she just doesn’t like the way she looks in them.” Hongjoong voices from the front seat, a subtle downturn of his lips.

“I’m pretty sure she used different words that that, cause I remember Bin going off about it.” Wooyoung chuckles. “Give me two hours between them and she’ll never feel insecure about her thighs again.”

“Wooyoung!” Seonghwa’s eyes look about ready to fall out of his head.

“What?” He complains. “It wasn’t me that said it! It was Changbin!”

“Doesn’t mean you have to tell us.” San smacks the male sitting on his opposite side.

“Like Jongho isn’t always thinking it.” Yunho teases, receiving his own harsh smack from the aforementioned male.

“He’s not the only one.” Mingi mutters, but not lowly enough.

“We’re about to arrive at the venue.” Hongjoong’s sharp gaze turns to look at all of them. “Keep it in your pants, and control yourselves.”

San sighs. “Just another casual day.”

Turning onto the street that will lead them directly to the red carpet set up at the venue, Yeosang remains quiet. Again, his jaw twitches, focussing his gaze on the passing scenery outside of the vehicle. He doesn’t know why the other’s comments bother him so much, but they do. Yet, he does whatever he can to not let it show.

“Her makeup still looks really pretty.” Jongho sighs, somewhat wistfully as he looks out his own window.

“Oh, will you ask her out already?” Yunho nearly rolls his eyes.

Jongho’s whole face begins to turn red as he sputters out a response.

“We all know you want to.” Hongjoong joins in on the teasing now, brow quirking in amusement as he sees Jongho avoiding his gaze.

“Nah, Jongho won’t be able to ask her out.” Wooyoung shakes his head.

“And why’s that?” Seonghwa shifts his body towards Wooyoung in the backseat.

“Cause Mingi or I will do it first.” Wooyoung states, rather proudly.

The tips of Mingi’s ears burn bright red as he begins to chuckle nervously, leaning back in his seat when he notices the death glare sent his way by the youngest. However, before any one of them can comment more on the matter, the car stops.

“We’re here.” Yeosang states, rather pointedly, as he nearly flings open the door to exit the vehicle, leaving the others stunned in silence behind him.

The second his foot makes contact with the carpet, screams and cheers erupt from the surrounding fans. Some go as far to start calling his name, hoping for him to spare a glimpse in their direction. Of course, he smiles politely, bowing to everyone around him as cameras flash periodically.

A minute later, and all of Ateez make their way down the carpet, stopping to pose for the cameras every now and then. The second they make it to the designated picture area, even more cameras start going off.

Through the thicket, Yeosang spots a few of his fansites. Though, with how the official photographers of the show quickly shout directions at the eight of them, he quickly forgets all about them. That is, until a small hush settles over the crowd.

The screaming fans seem to go silent as another car pulls up to the venue. The confusion as to why becomes apparent as soon as the person steps out of the vehicle.

The moment you step out of the vehicle, Yeosang cannot take his eyes off of you. Yet, it seems, neither can anyone else.

You seem to be wearing a sort of overcoat, reminiscent of a cloak. It’s deep red in colour, hiding whatever outfit you’ve chosen to wear tonight. All except for the black lace sleeves adorning your arms that poke out of the slits in the fabric. Yet still, the cloak suits you, and it matches the sinful shade of red painted elegantly on your lips.

Briefly, you make eye contact, and Yeosang swears his heart is about to burst out of his chest. The smile you send his way only confirms it.

The palms of his hands begin to sweat. A feeling of which he hasn’t experienced since their debut stages.

Just what are you doing to him?

An organizer approaches, walking beside you and whispering lowly in your ear. You seem to nod quickly to whatever she says, for in the next minute, you’re pausing in your steps to scan the crowd. It seems as if the call of your name has drawn your attention.

There, standing next to some Atiny’s he noticed earlier, is a small group of fans that seem to be completely awestruck by you. A few hold copies of your books in hand, smiles wide on their faces as you approach. The way he notices one of the males say something to you, only for you to turn your face away for the moment bashfully has an uncomfortable feeling settling in his chest.

Why does he want that to be him?

Yeosang only wishes he knew what you were saying, but from the way the fan’s faces light up, he can just tell that you’re probably making their entire evening. When you go so far as to sign the copies of their books and take a photo, he knows that you do. Though, that same male that complimented you seemed to be getting a little too touchy with you, in his opinion.

The feeling of someone gently nudging his side pulls him out of his thoughts of you. Blinking, his vision clears to see Wooyoung motion for him to continue down the line towards the red carpet interviewers that are now ready for them.

Just as Yeosang goes to take a step, they get told to wait once more.

“We’d love to get a few photos of you with that author for public relations.” A few photographers say, already having talked it over with the event’s staff.

The eight of them share a brief look before nodding, and Yeosang knows he’s not the only one that cannot control the upturn of his lips.

A kind greeting is the first thing that escapes your lips when you walk up to all of them. You bow politely, to which they bow and greet you back. A moment later, and the photographers have instructed you to stand in the centre of all of them, having four males on your either side.

Mingi and Yunho get told to stand directly beside you to offset the height, causing both Wooyoung and Hongjoong to get shifted to the ends. The fact that you stand just a smidge taller than Yunho signifies that you must be wearing some type of heels. From the way Jongho is staring at you like you’ve hung all of the stars in the night sky, Yeosang knows he’s probably right.

His brow twitches, his smile suddenly looking a little forced. 

Soon, the photographers get you to shift poses slightly so that him, San, Hongjoong, and Wooyoung are crouched in front of the five of you behind them. While doing so, Yeosang manages to school his face back into that neutral expression everyone is used to from him. A moment later, and he’s posing for the cameras.

The minute you get told to place your hand onto Yeosang’s shoulder, he can feel the tips of his ears turning red. He just hopes people assume it’s from the chill gracing the night air. A stark contrast to the sudden way that he can feel his skin burning beneath your gentle touch.

A few more photos are taken like this until all of Ateez are finally told to move on to the interview portion of the night. Besides, the photographers want to get a few shots of you by yourself. Apparently, there’s going to be a big Naver article written about you attending these awards tonight, and the company wants as many photos as possible to choose from. The more they can get with you interacting with the other celebrities in attendance, the better.

Stepping up onto the little platform that they have set up for the interview, Yeosang follows wordlessly behind San. Three microphones gets passed to the group, one assigned to Hongjoong, one to Yunho, and one to Jongho. Though, with how they’re positioned, Yeosang knows that both Yunho and Jongho were just the unlucky ones to get stuck with the talking bits.

A few questions get asked, and he vaguely registers answers being given from his group mates beside him. He gives nods here and there in agreement, and that seems to suffice for now. That is, until one question draws his attention back to the two interviewers.

“We’ve been asking all of the artists here tonight, and some of their answers have shocked us.” The female host begins.

“There seems to be a common answer among certain groups, so we’d like to ask the members of Ateez now that same question.” The male host continues.

“Who’s performance are you looking forward to the most tonight?” The female host asks, looking between all of them.

As always, Hongjoong answers first.

“Ah, well, as Captain of Ateez, I’d say most of us are hoping Atiny will be looking forward to our special performance tonight.” Hongjoong begins with a smile, his eyes shining. “So, I will say I’m most looking forward to our stage.”

“Spoken like a true leader,” the male host nods in approval before turning his head to the member standing beside Hongjoong.

Mingi takes the mic Hongjoong offers him. “For me, I would have to say that I am most looking forward to Stray Kids performance tonight.”

Seonghwa is next, a soft smile painting his features. “Twice.”

Raising the mic back to his lips, Jongho is quick to answer. “Ah, well, I’m very much looking forward to hearing a particular speech from my favourite author.”

A few ‘oh’s and ‘aw’s are heard from the hosts and surrounding crowd.

“Yes, she seems to be a very popular choice in response tonight.” The male host notes. “Stray Kids’ Bang Chan said something that her performance is something he wishes he wrote himself after hearing it in rehearsals yesterday.”

“I cannot wait to see what it is!” The female host smiles, her eyes crinkling at the sides. “What about you, San?”

The mic in Jongho’s hands gets passed to the aforementioned male.

“Well, I’m personally excited for Seventeen’s performance.” He smiles.

“Ah, yes, a few members of Seventeen also said that they were excited to watch you all perform tonight, too!” The female host comments, nodding her head.

Wooyoung is next, but San already sees him holding onto a mic, so he passes his back to Jongho.

“My mind is telling me Stray Kids, but my gut is telling me NCT.” Wooyoung says, and the hosts share a chuckle.

“Changbin of Stray Kids said the same for your group.” The female host chuckles, a subtle blush rising to her features.

A blink, and the mic is back in Yunho’s hands.

“I would have to say that the performance I’m looking forward to the most is ours.” A wink is sent to the camera. “Atiny, we have a very special stage planned for you tonight. Please support and cheer us on!”

A roar erupts from the crowd, and the eight men all smile.

Finally, it’s time for Yeosang’s turn to answer, but again, he finds himself distracted by you. It looks like you’ve just finished up with the photographers who had made you take some photos with all of NCT just shortly after they had arrived.

The feeling of a microphone being shoved into his hands draws his attention back to the present, the hosts blinking at him expectantly.

Raising the mic to his lips, he has his prepared response ready, and on the tip of his tongue. Only, when he opens his mouth to speak, the answer that comes out shocks even him.

“Seems as if that author is a hot topic tonight!” The male host chuckles. “I certainly hope that she can live up to everyone’s expectations.”

“Speaking of, look who is coming to join us!” The female host motions for you to join all of them after being prompted by the staff.

Slowly, you begin to ascend the side steps, and all Yeosang can do is stare. His mind screams at him to move, to offer you his hand as you step towards him, but it seems as if he’s frozen in his spot. What only makes it worse is when he sees Yunho eagerly hop passed him and help you the rest of the way up onto the platform.

A polite ‘hello’ escapes you as you bow to both of the hosts, and all of Ateez again. A moment later, and they’re bowing back.

“You look absolutely stunning tonight, doesn’t she, boys?” The female host comments, a large smile on her face. Though, in the next moment, she leans into her co-host. “Oh, I forgot, can she speak Korean?”

“Yes, I can speak Korean.” You confirm, but only the people on stage hear you. You notice both host’s eyes going wide before the female motions for you to take a microphone in hand.

Yeosang graciously passes you the one in his hands, seeing as he stands on one side of you, while Yunho stands on the other. The moment you repeat the phrase, both hosts smile at you.

“It’s lovely to have you here with us this evening.” The female continues.

“It’s lovely to be here amongst such admirable people.” You reply, a soft smile painting your features.

“Kind, and beautiful,” the male comments, a small twitch to his brow upwards. “You must be very popular.”

Something about the host’s tone rubs Yeosang the wrong way.

A bashful look crosses your features. “Ah, thank you.”

“We were just chatting with the members of Ateez about who they’re most looking forward to seeing perform tonight,” the female host begins. “You seem to be a very popular answer amongst all idols.”

“Oh, that’s so sweet!” You place a hand onto your cheek. “I certainly do hope to live up to everyone’s expectations.”

The male host lets out a small puff in amusement.

“We talked with SHINee earlier in the night, and they informed us that you personally spoke with them about an aspect of your speech.” The male says. “Would you please divulge that with us now?”

“Unfortunately, that was a matter between myself and those four wonderful men.” You reply calmly. “Besides, I think I would rather let my words speak for themselves. You’ll all find out soon enough why, anyways.”

“Understandable!” The female continues. “Anyways, one final question for you before we bid farewell to Ateez for now.”

You nod, eagerly.

“Who are you most looking forward to seeing perform tonight?” She asks, leaning in slightly to catch your answer.

“Oh, excellent question!” You chuckle. “You see, I’m very indecisive, so my immediate response is everybody. This truly is a dream come true for me. However, if I have to choose, other than these fine gentlemen here,” you motion slightly to the Ateez members around you, “I would always have to say SHINee. Though, I think my one friend might have something to say if I don’t add NCT in there, as well.”

The hosts laugh along with you, though the male’s seems a little strained.

Yeosang frowns, but not even a millisecond later, his expression is neutral once more.

“Well, thank you so much for stopping to answer our questions!” The female smiles. “We have a few more for the lovely author here, but the Ateez members are free to head inside.”

Reluctantly, Yeosang begins to follow the other guys inside the venue, only catching little snippets of the hosts beginning to ask you some more questions. The way he looks back to see some NCT members waiting at the side of the stage, Mark at the forefront of the group and looking up at you in awe, twists his stomach.

“Didn’t realize you were looking forward to her speech that much, Yeosangie,” Wooyoung teases as soon as they’re out of earshot from the press.

“Shut up,” the male grumbles, rolling his eyes slightly.

“I wonder what type of outfit she’s wearing under that cloak,” Jongho wonders aloud, almost absentmindedly as they all make their way towards the green rooms to drop off their coats.

Luckily for them, there seem to be a few screens in the backstage area playing the interviews taking place outside. One of the hosts must have just asked you that same question, for you chuckle fondly.

“Well, avid fans of my first published series will certainly be very pleased.” You wink at the camera, and the female host pretends to swoon.

“I absolutely adore those books!” She says. “I can’t wait to see what you have in store for us tonight!”

Unfortunately for Yeosang, the members get ushered away from the screen to prepare for the beginning of the show. Well, at least Hongjoong does since he’s participating in your speech. 

The crew had everyone rehearse in reverse show order yesterday, which means you’re the opener. You’ve already expressed your slight nerves to the group chat, them all reassuring you that you’ll do great. From how well rehearsal went yesterday, Yeosang has no doubt in his mind that everyone will love what you have planned.

Walking out into the artist area after dropping off their coats, the boys (minus Hongjoong) move to their designated seats. Yeosang waves to a few fans that call his name, as do the other members, bowing politely to their seniors and smiling at their juniors. The second they sit at their designated couches, Changbin is leaning over from the one beside theirs.

“Heard staff muttering you got to take photos with everyone’s favourite author tonight.” He meets Wooyoung’s gaze, and Yeosang notices Felix also looking their way. “We are so jealous.”

“We got told Chan commented on her speech during the interview.” Yunho hums, leaning back comfortably in his seat.

“Minho had to subtly elbow him to prevent him from taking things further.” Jisung grins knowingly. 

“The way he was praising her might draw some unwanted attention from dispatch.” Minho shrugs casually.

“Not that our Channie Boy would mind.” Seungmin grins teasingly, a wiggle to his brows.

“Says you!” Jeongin cuts in. “Who’s the one that started lamenting about serenading her first at karaoke, and then asking her to sing a duet with him?”

Yeosang shifts in his seat, somewhat unknowingly.

“Like hell I’m letting you serenade her first!” Jongho frowns, meeting Seungmin’s gaze from across the two tables.

“Bring it on, Apple Boy.” Seungmin quirks a brow in challenge as the others simply look on in amusement.

“Careful, he might threaten to split you in half like one.” Yeosang comments, tone a little firmer than he intends. A fact which does not go unnoticed by his group mates.

“What? Speaking from experience?” Changbin laughs.

“I think you’ll have to fight Hyunjin asking her to learn Red Lights with him first.” Jisung casually adds, taking a sip from a water bottle provided for each of the members at the couches.

“Hyunjin wants her to learn Red Lights with him?” Mingi’s eyes nearly bulge right out of his head.

“He said he’d also be willing to perform Red Velvet’s Psycho again with her if she asked.” Seungmin hums.

Another cheer from the crowd erupts as NCT enters the area, and Yeosang notices how one-two-seven ends up being assigned the couches on the opposite side of them. Polite bows and greetings are sent their way, and Yeosang cannot help but notice that Mark sits the closest to their own seats.

“That’s not to mention how both Felix and Hyunjin both want to teach her Taste.” Minho huffs out a laugh, leaning back in his seat.

“We told you that you’re welcome to join us,” Felix comments, a chuckle falling from his lips. “Man’s too proud to say that he was impressed by her dancing skills.”

“She might feel too crowded having three males teaching her that type of dance.” Minho replies with a shrug, but he cannot hide the way he averts his gaze to the floor somewhat bashfully. “I don’t want to make her uncomfortable, is all.”

“That won’t stop Changbin.” Jisung teases.

“Hey!” The aforementioned male whines.

“Aww, does our little Lee Know have a crush, too?” Seungmin teases, Jeongin joining in quickly at the way the elder male’s cheeks flare.

“Hey!” He smacks the both of them on their thighs.

“Should we start that ‘simp squad’ now?” Wooyoung leans over to Changbin, hands gripping the armrest of the couch.

“What do you mean ‘start’?” Changbin laughs. “Felix and I have already been members for months.”

“And you didn’t invite me?” Wooyoung gasps, absolutely appalled by this turn of events.

“Oh, make sure you go around to all of the groups with the sign up list.” Johnny’s voice from their opposite side draws their attention. “I know plenty who would gladly join. Right, Mark?”

At the way they all turn to face NCT now, Johnny chuckles. Even Mark’s face begins to go bright red.

Yeosang exhales a deep sigh through his nose, crossing his arms over his chest as he leans further back into the couch. It appears that Twice has just arrived, the females taking their seats on the couches in front of them. Again, more polite bows and greetings are sent to the other artists, to which they are given back.

“Actually, I think combining them would be better.” Jungwoo joins in on teasing his bandmate. “Mark’s already president, vice-president, and head of his own. A merger might incite better relations in the simp community.”

“This is a completely casual conversation.” San nods, blinking a few times in earnest. A moment later, he’s nodding to himself. “Everyday, normal topics.”

Laughter erupts from around him.

“Just because you and Yeosang don’t read her books, doesn’t mean we don’t.” Jongho grumbles.

“Believe me,” Seonghwa leans back, crossing his one leg over the other. “We know.”

More laughter erupts around them.

“Not my fault you all don’t have taste.” Mingi huffs, a slight pout pulling at his lips as he crosses his arms over his chest.

“You know, as a curtesy, I think you should read at least one of her books now.” Yunho hums, looking between both San and Yeosang. “You’re both technically friends with her.”

“How come you’re not harping on Hwa for not reading her books?” San whines, motioning to the aforementioned male with a jerk of his chin.

“Because unlike some people, I actually borrowed her first series from Joong after we met.” Seonghwa snorts, amusement dancing in his gaze. “Never thought I would like that type of genre, but she writes it quite well. I just wish she would mention Star Wars more.”

The pout that pulls onto his lips is almost comical, and Yeosang nearly rolls his eyes.

“It’s not her favourite series.” He replies, somewhat bluntly.

All heads turn to him, some with quirked eyebrows.

“Then, what is her favourite series?” Jongho quirks a brow almost smugly, appearing ready to correct the elder and prove how much more he knows about you.

“Lord of the Rings.” Yeosang states, blinking as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“Wait, how do you know that?” Wooyoung frowns, and Yeosang notices he’s not the only fan of yours that does so.

“She told me on the plane.” There’s a subtle quirk to the corner of his lips as he says this. A certain undertone of smugness that causes him to sit a little straighter in his spot.

However, before any of them can respond, the lights are dimming throughout the venue, and a hush settles over the crowd. An opening VCR begins to play, introducing the acts that will be performing tonight, interspersed with live shots from all of the artists sitting in their designated seats. Cheers erupt from the crowd as certain groups appear on screen, a grand instrumental accompanying the visuals.

Turning his head slightly, Yeosang can spot multiple varying lightsticks throughout the crowd, shining brightly in the darkness. The way the little glowing orbs shake along with the fan’s cheers makes him smile softly, and he knows he’s not the only one.

A voice booms through the speakers at the end of the video, announcing the start to the ceremonies, and outlining the safety procedures for the evening should they be needed. Once it has finished, another hush settles over the crowd as the stage is revealed, only for a loud roar to erupt in anticipation.

From the back of the stage, you begin to walk forward towards the lone microphone standing at the front. You seem to be holding a small notebook and pen in your hands, clutching them close to your body as you step forward slowly.

The moment the spotlight hits you, the crowd goes silent. Then, it’s as if many share a collective gasp as your full form takes centre stage. Finally, your outfit for the evening has been revealed, and from the way he can hear the sharp intake of breaths from your self-proclaimed biggest fans, he knows that what you’re wearing holds some sort of significance to you.

The dress is beautiful. The black lace starts with an off the shoulder neckline, trailing all the way down to your wrists in an intricate design. The material flares slightly at the waist, reaching all the way down to the floor, dragging elegantly over the stage as you walk forward. Gradually, the black material fades into a navy blue, until it bleeds into a vibrant royal blue at the bottom. The design is slightly form fitting, too.

Yes, there is no question about it. The dress is stunning. Yet, even more so, the person wearing it.

From his vantage point, Yeosang can practically see you glowing up on stage. The smile you wear is radiant, those sinful red lips of yours pulling across your features as your eyes shine. The screens projecting your image to the audience only serve to accent every little thing about you, and Yeosang can feel his heart skip a beat in his chest.

He swallows thickly.

“Holy shit.” Jongho gasps, and the elder male swears the younger has stopped breathing for the moment.

“What?” Yeosang frowns, noting all of the awed stares you’re receiving from the idols around him. Hell, even the way some of the Twice members squeal lowly in front of him only causes his brow to furrow even more. “What is it?”

“She’s wearing that dress.” Yunho breathes, blinking in awe as he leans forward in his spot to get a better glimpse of you on stage.

“What dress?” His brow furrows deeper, eyes scanning over your figure once more.

From in front of him, he can vaguely hear the Twice members muttering about how you look absolutely divine.

The corner of Jongho’s lips quirk upwards, a small puff of air escaping his nose. “Read her books.”

Yeosang shoots a pointed side-eyed look the younger’s way, jaw twitching as he clenches his teeth in annoyance. Why does Jongho always feel the need to gatekeeper everything about you that Yeosang asks about? It’s not fair. He wants to know you, too.

A still silence settles over the entire venue.

“Hello, everyone,” your voice comes out smooth and steady as you address the crowd, welcoming all to the ceremony and introducing yourself all the while. “Tonight, a celebration will be taking place. A celebration of life, beauty, and music. A celebration I am honoured to be apart of, and am grateful to be experiencing with all of you.”

Soft smiles paint the faces of the people around him, but none are as proud as Mark’s looks right now. The special gleam Yeosang can see shining within the males’ eyes has him huffing out a small breath, focussing back on you in the next second.

“Tonight, we are all here for one common purpose,” you state, eyes staring into the camera before you. “To celebrate art.”

The screens light up behind you, the words appearing in golden writing upon a pure black background.

“Art comes in many different shapes and forms, but to many,” you smile softly, “art is life.”

A brief pause as the screens begin to play a video showcasing different forms of art.

“It fills a room with music.” A new voice - Bang Chan - says.

The lights on the composers come up and a collective gasp is heard from the audience as both him and Jihoon are revealed. A montage of both Jihoon and Bang Chan working in their studios appear on screen.

“With vibrance.” Seulgi’s voice is heard cutting through the silence as the lights come up on the three visual artists.

Images of Renjun’s, Hyunjin’s, and Seulgi’s art are displayed on screen. A few pictures and silent clips of them working on said items or presenting them with smiles on their faces appear as well.

“And elegance.” Momo is the next to speak, Ten and Taemin flanking her on either side as the dancers are highlighted.

Clips of all three of them dancing in their respective practice studios flash across the screen, and even some of the collaborations between artists. Momo’s cover of Taemin’s Move appears, and even some different Super M performances focussing on both Ten and Taemin are displayed briefly.

“It showcases one’s highs,” Key’s voice is heard after a moment, Onew standing right beside him with a smile on his face.

Live performances of each male during concerts and comeback stages are shown, and even a short, silent clip of Onew performing Nessun Dorma.

“And their lows.” The lights on the rappers come up, Dahyun grinning widely at the crowd as Taeyong smiles beside her.

Performances of both NCT and Twice flash on screen, both idols in the midst of rapping their verses for their respective songs.

“It allows us to express who we are in different ways.” The idols you have chosen to represent fashion are showcased next, and Yeosang immediate recognizes Hongjoong’s own voice coming through the speakers.

Behind them, a montage of Baekhyun at his Privé Alliance premiers are combined with clips of Hongjoong refashioning clothing. Even a few shots of Hongjoong attending Paris Fashion Week for Balmain are shown.

“And even become who we are not, even if just for a short while.” The actors are brought into the spotlight, Minho standing proudly beside Kyungsoo as the former finishes speaking.

Multiple shots from each male’s respective dramas are shown, showcasing their versatility in the acting field. Even a few interviews and behind the scenes footage are shown wherein the two speak about their various roles they have performed over the years.

“Art encompass all aspects of a person’s life, and lives in collaboration with the artist, just as we do with one another.” Your voice draws everyone’s attention back to you for the moment, still standing at the front of the stage. “It has many angles, just as we as people do. When you change your perspective, it can become many different things. For art is not defined by one, single thing, nor will it ever be.”

“However, it does not do well to forget that despite all of its joys, art can be lonely.” You say, and Yeosang notices quite a few nodding along with your words, especially the idols on stage. “It allows us to channel our inner thoughts and feelings into a process so that others never have to feel as alone as we do. It is there for us in our darkest times, and shines with us in the light. For, even when we are alone, we always have art. It is constant and reassuring. It allows us to all express our fears, and our vulnerability. It allows for others to observe such pieces ands say, ‘I understand, for I have felt this way, too.’ Most importantly, it says, ‘you are not alone.’”

Clips of personal hardships are shown of the various idols standing on stage with you. Tears of joy, of pain, and of sorrow are shed, along with demonstrations of all of the hard work, time, and effort that go into each different art form.

Pages upon pages are edited together, showing scribbles and writings across them. Some end up torn out of the notebook, while others are shown being crumpled up and tossed aside.

That’s when Yeosang realizes, that this is your portion of the video. Your own art form taking shape in writing as a blank page with a cursor blinking almost ominously overhead is shown.

“Art can be simple, and it can also be complex.” You say. “Yet, always. Always, always, always, it starts with a single idea.”

A stereotypical ‘Once upon a time…” is seen being typed out onto the blank document showcased onscreen.

“Art starts with a vision, and a dream.” You say, and your fingers tighten the slightest bit on that pen and notebook clutched in your hand. “For me, it starts with a blank page, and a pen. All it takes is a single spark. A moment of clarity through the chaos that is life to help guide us in a way that we wish to experience with other people. Yet, at the core of all of this, is one binding factor.”

Quickly, you flip open that notebook and scribble something onto a page. Turning it around to show the camera reveals a close up shot of your writing spelling out the word that immediately appears on screen. 

The word for ‘love’ appears in big golden letters above your head, and a collective gasp is heard from the audience. A fact which is only emphasized when each idol standing on stage with you pulls out a piece of paper of their own, the word love written in their mother tongue in their own handwriting on each.

“Every artist is passionate in what they do; art encompasses the mind, body, and soul of the person who creates it. Art is meant to be shared in all of its forms, and it is you who allow us to continue to be our authentic selves through such self expression.” You continue, voice strong as you stand tall. “The amount of love, time, dedication, and energy put into a single piece always shines through. I can think of no better example for this that the late Kim Jonghyun, who’s artistic views have not only inspired me, but so many of my fellow artists around the globe. His dedication and love for his craft was clear in everything that he did, and continues to be a guiding light for many artists still struggling in the dark.”

Behind you, the camera picks up a single tear trailing down the side of Minho’s cheek. Though, from the looks of things, some of the other idols sharing the stage with you do not fare any better.

“No matter what type of life we lead as individuals, we are all bound by a common love for art.” The soft smile is back on your face. You take the time to look around at the artists before you sitting in the couches, along with many of the staff continuing to work to keep the show running. You briefly meet Yeosang’s gaze. “It is what connects us, for art is eternal. Love inspires art, and art inspires love. It is apparent in everything that we do, the people we are, and who we are meant to become.”

“Tonight, we are all here on common purpose,” your gaze is back on the camera before you, bars of music appearing on the screen behind you as notes begin to form on the sheet music. “Tonight, it is our love of music which connects us all.”

More nods are seen all around, a few even already shedding tears along with your words.

“As a beautiful poet, and artist once said, "Even though we can’t communicate using the same language, we use music instead.””

Both Key and Onew swallow thickly. Tears now trail a path down both of their faces as the quote appears on screen, Jonghyun being cited beneath as the speaker of such words.

Many sniffles are heard from the surrounding crowd, many openly sobbing along to your final words as you begin to wrap up your speech for the evening.

“Art is timeless, and knows no bounds. It transcends cultures, languages, and even memory. For even after an artist has passed, their legacy lives on. It lives on in their work, yes, but it also lives on in all of us. Each of us carries that passion, that drive, to strive to be our best selves, and produce art that we can all be proud of. We as artists pour our blood, sweat, and tears into everything that we do, in hopes to share it with you. For art is love, and without love, there would be no art.”

“After all, a heart without art is just eh.”

A few chuckles are heard throughout the crowd as you speak those words in English, shrugging along to them lightly. The video behind you demonstrates the word ‘Heart’ failing as the ‘Art’ portion is removed.

“I would like to end now, with a final quote from Jonghyun which has inspired me, even in my darkest times. For more than everything I have said here tonight, it is always important to remember this: we, as individuals, are all priceless pieces of artwork in our own rights.” Your eyes begin to shine with unshed tears, your breath hitching in your throat momentarily as you look out into the crowd one final time. Taking a deep breath in, you begin to speak once more, the quote appearing in perfect time with each word you go on to say, “The most beautiful thing in all the world is right now. This moment. You. Don’t ever forget that.”

A brief pause where you swallow thickly, a single tear sliding down the side of your cheek. 

You bow deeply. “Thank you very much.”

The moment you straighten back to your full height on stage, a tremendous applause greets you. Yeosang hasn’t even realized he’s started crying until he feels the first of his tears land on the skin of his hands, yet he knows he’s not the only one. Inside that venue, he’s pretty sure that there’s almost no dry eye in sight. Besides, the response from the crowd is too authentic and loud to suggest otherwise.

A blink, and Mark Lee is standing to his feet, followed immediately by all of the NCT members present at the event. Twice is the next group to stand, Jongho springing up as well before any of the members can stop him.

The crowd seems to follow the idol’s lead, for a moment later, the entire venue is giving you a standing ovation. Even both Irene and Wendy are reluctantly on their feet, tears falling freely down their faces despite their attempts to hide them.

What makes this moment even more special, is that on stage, the idols you have chosen to help you all step towards you. However, it is the four members of SHINee that approach you, bowing to you in tandem as you bow back. A moment later, a staff member hands something to Taemin onstage.

It takes a few moments for the applause to die down and for everyone to settle back into their seats. Once they do, it’s like a new sense of calm and understanding has passed over the entire crowd as the members of SHINee address you.

“You have once again proven your elegance with words here tonight in front of all of us,” Jinki begins, a fond smile gracing his features.

“You have reminded us all of why we are here, and why each and every one of us continues to strive for perfection in everything that we do.” Minho is the next to speak, standing tall as he looks upon you with pride.

“We would like to now thank you for your hard work and dedication to your own craft which you have shared with all of us tonight.” Key tilts his head in acknowledgement at you, eyes shining as Taemin approaches you with an award held in his hands.

“In honour of this ceremony tonight, we would like to present you with this artists award for the written word.” Taemin speaks lowly, handing the little statuette to you as a few more tears escape your eyes. He leans in, the cameras catching the way his own tears continue to fall freely down his face. “Thank you for honouring our brother.”

Another round of applause is heard from the audience.

“May this award solidify the relationship between artists, and the bond of love that we all share towards a common craft.” Minho smiles at you as you bow once more, thanking each one of them earnestly without a moment’s hesitation.

The transitional instrumental begins to play over the speakers as you all exit the stage. Most of the idols around you begin to congratulate you on your way out, you inclining your head to them in time and smiling widely.

Yeosang only wishes he could be up there, too, celebrating in your own victory.

A minute later, and the first idol performance kicks off, the crowd cheering along with the music. It takes a few minutes before most of the idols return to their groups after helping you with your performance, but still, you do not appear.

No, you do not appear in the artist’s area for over twenty minutes. Twenty painstakingly long minutes where Yeosang subtly keeps glancing towards the side, hoping that you’ll appear at any moment.

Once you do, though, it’s as if all eyes are drawn to you.

Walking with a staff member to your designated seat, you get stopped lightly by a few groups. Congratulations are heard all around, some idols going so far as to stand and bow to you, mumbles of gratitude falling from their lips. Of course, you immediately smile and bow back, talking lightly to those that wish to converse with you during the small interludes between performances.

Finally, you reach your seat, and it looks las if they’ve seated you right next to Twice, but in front of NCT for the show. A fact that normally Yeosang wouldn’t take much notice of, were you anyone else. However, the fact that it’s you, and that you’re so far away bothers him.

It’s not like he wants to congratulate you himself or anything.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he notices both Jongho and Wooyoung stand to their feet. Both Felix and Changbin do as well. Not that Yeosang is keeping tabs, or anything.

“Where are you two going?” His gaze narrows at them suspiciously.

“To congratulate our friend,” Wooyoung rolls his eyes. “What does it look like we’re doing?”

“Joong already did, though.” Seonghwa frowns, a hint of worry on his features as he glances around at all of the cameras watching their every move.

“We know.” Jongho hums, shrugging nonchalantly. “So, if anyone asks, we’ve just gone to the washroom.”

“Let them go,” Hongjoong huffs out a laugh. “I certainly don’t want to listen to them whining about it the whole show.”

“They’ll be a few seats away, and it’s not like idols haven’t switched couches before during shows.” Yunho hums, amusement dancing in his gaze.

Yeosang can only watch, frozen to his spot as the two youngest members make their way over to you with both Felix and Changbin shortly after that. 

Currently, you appear to be talking lightly to both Sana and Mina for the moment. The three of you lean closer in to one another as a small break is taken as the stage gets set for the next performance.

The second you see Felix, Changbin, Jongho, and Wooyoung appear, you smile. However, due to the angle Yeosang is sitting in, he cannot tell what you’re saying. Instead, he opts to lean back onto the couch, a huff escaping him as his lips tug downwards in the corners.

“If it bothers you that much, go with them.” Hongjoong chuckles, taking notice of the pout Yeosang seems to wear.

“I’m not bothered.” Yeosang is quick to reply, diverting his gaze to the men sitting beside him.

“Mmhmm,” Yunho hums, a knowing quirk to his brow. “And Jongho isn’t on his knees proposing as we speak.”

Yeosang’s head whips in your direction.

A boisterous laugh greets his ears as he sees you continuing to casually converse with the four other idols. None of them are on their knees, nor have they even moved a single inch.

If looks could kill, Yunho would be ten feet under.

“Oh yeah, definitely not bothered.” San quirks a brow, the corner of his lips quirked upwards smugly.

“Shut up.” Yeosang grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Just admit you’re starting to like her, and be done with it.” Mingi shrugs, patting the male beside him lightly on the knee.

“It’s not like that.” Yeosang shakes his head lightly, eyes catching on the way you seem to throw your head back in laughter at something Wooyoung has just said. His jaw twitches in annoyance.

“Sure, it’s not.” Seonghwa grins.

“It’s not!” Yeosang can feel his face heating beneath their knowing stares. “I haven’t even known her for a month!”

“It doesn’t take long to start developing feelings for someone.” Hongjoong comments casually, turning his attention back to the stage as the next group walks into position.

“You guys are making a mountain out of a mole hill.” Yeosang huffs, turning back to face forward as well.

Even though the guys all choose to say nothing as both Jongho and Wooyoung return to join them, Yeosang can just tell that they still don’t believe him.

No, there’s nothing there. Just like how Yeosang is not jealous, he doesn’t have any other feelings towards you other than friendly. You don’t even know each other all that well, especially not like that.

Yet.

Yeosang blinks, surprising himself with that small voice that sounds at the back of his head. He should be used to it by now, but he finds that everything about you throws him off. In a good way, of course. You’re just never what he expects, and for some reason, the thought of growing closer to you, even just as friends, warms his heart more than anything. He wants to support you, just as you’ve incurred that you’ve been supporting him all of this time.

Why then, does the thought of you with anyone else, or even the sight of you getting along so well with another male, bother him so? Why is it when even his closest friends make you smile, his heart hurts?

Yeosang gets so lost in his thoughts, that he barely registers the time passing by. The only two things that manage to snap him out of his daze of staring longingly in your direction half of the time is when Ateez wins an award and has to go up on stage to accept it, and when they are finally taken backstage to get ready for their performance.

In the back of his mind, Yeosang hopes that you’ll be focussed on him.

Standing in the wings, he cannot help but smile to himself. From his vantage point backstage, he can just make out your figure sitting on the couches, dancing along to Stray Kids’ performance right now. The way you excitedly mouth along to the words, potentially even singing along to them has the infectious joy on your features flooding his veins. He cannot help but get lost in the way you move, captivating him with something as simple as nodding your head and shifting your shoulders along to the beat.

Will you do the same for Ateez? Will you be just as content to sing along to the lyrics and music that he is about to perform? Will you, and he silently hopes this beyond everything, be as captivated by him as he is by you?

“Ateez, standby.” A crew member says, headset blinking periodically as they finish guiding the members to their entrance spots.

A large roar is heard from the crowd in response to Stray Kids wrapping up their set, the members rushing passed Ateez as they exit the stage.

Brief congratulations and praises are shared, Wooyoung and Changbin playfully teasing each other about who is going to win their bet of having your gaze on them more when performing. Though Bang Chan and Hongjoong chuckle fondly, Yeosang cannot help the irritated twitch of his jaw.

A minute later, Ateez is entering the stage.

The crowd once more erupts in cheers as their intro begins playing, their names being introduced onscreen as their opening VCR plays in the background. Yeosang can feel that typical rush of adrenaline flooding his veins, taking a deep breath in and getting into his starting position.

The music begins.

Each move is precise, the dance flowing between all of them just as every time they both practice and perform. Not a single error is seen from any of them, and the energy from the audience feeds into each of their movements, giving them motivation to continue and perform even better than before. Of course, it helps when certain close ups of the members cause cheers to erupt, or certain parts of the song.

The moment Yeosang steps to the front to do his part, the movements second nature to him by now, he spares a glance in your direction.

There you sit, completely mesmerized by him. Your eyes are wide, hand resting over your heart as you lean back into the couch as if you’re swooning.

Yeosang smirks, putting even more effort into his every movement. He needs to continue to feel your eyes on him every second of this performance, because it motivates him to do even better than before. 

If your touch is fire, then your gaze is electricity, setting his whole body alight in the best ways possible.

The minute the stage ends, Yeosang darts his gaze over to you once more. The fact that he can see you cheering loudly causes his already racing heart to stutter, a smile pulling at his features all the while. There’s a sense of pride building in his chest, more so than usual, and he absolutely revels in it.

It takes them about ten minutes to cool down backstage. Each male takes the time to change out of their performance outfits, allowing the staff to wipe the sweat from their faces before heading back to their seats.

The minute they return to the couches, they see you smiling widely at them. The added fact that you send them two enthusiastic thumbs up, mouthing ‘great job’ towards them, has them all smiling and bowing at you in thanks.

Yeosang’s heart absolutely soars, but he can tell that he’s not the only one. Even both San and Seonghwa look absolutely thrilled to be receiving your praise, giddy grins tugging onto their features as they walk passed. It’s only when Jongho sits on the couch directly beside yours that Yeosang realizes that the Twice members have all been brought backstage for their own performance.

Wooyoung is the next to sit on that same couch, and soon, all of Ateez takes over the spot where Twice had once been. You talk lowly with them, congratulating them again on an excellent performance while talking excitedly about your favourite parts. A fact of which makes all of them nod along eagerly, for you have something to praise about all of them.

The moment Yeosang’s name slips passed your lips, his eyes are on you.

“I know for a fact I wasn’t the only one captivated by your part tonight.” You say, eyes shining as you meet his gaze. “You should have heard the way Itzy squealed beside me. It was so validating to know I wasn’t the only one who felt that way.”

Sure enough, when his gaze darts passed your head, he can see Itzy smiling and waving at him from the couch to the left of your own. 

He turns back to you.

Lowly, he thanks you, and again, he can feel a vibrant warmth spreading onto his cheeks. Yet, all too soon, you’re moving on.

“And that high note!” You turn to Jongho, fingers squeezing the arm of the couch beside you. “God, I always love watching your live stages cause you guys don’t just perform, you perform.”

The way you emphasize that word has smiles rising to all of their faces, especially when they watch you lean forward slightly as you say such a thing. This is the first time they’ve ever truly experienced you talking like this about them, and each male wants to enjoy it. Though, some are definitely enjoying it more than others. Including Yeosang.

“I could literally go on forever about this, but I’ll spare you guys from my rant beforehand.” You chuckle, shifting back into your original position.

“Really, I don’t think any of us would mind.” Hongjoong grins at you, but the way his eyes flash suggests he knows something that the others don’t.

“Yeah, okay, captain of the stage demons,” you snort. “You’re really not slick in still trying to figure out my bias to your group. You ask me more times than the Iron Lung over here.”

At the way you motion to Jongho with your thumb, the guys and you all share a laugh.

“Didn’t realize Captain was that interested in learning your bias,” Wooyoung’s eyebrow quirks mischievously. “And after that huge ass lecture on the way home from rehearsals yesterday about giving you space about it.”

Hongjoong looks about ready to leap across the couch and start smacking Wooyoung upside the head.

“I honestly don’t mind not knowing.” Hongjoong says, though the fact that he forces a tight smile suggests otherwise.

“Really?” You grin, tilting your head forward knowingly. “Mister ‘don’t look at other idols’ doesn’t care whether or not my bias to his group is actually him or not?”

“I don’t say that!” His mouth falls open in shock.

All heads in Ateez turn to look at Hongjoong, blinking in disbelief.

“Okay, maybe like, once,” he grumbles.

Yunho snorts out a laugh, “yeah, maybe once today.”

A playful smack is given to the younger male, who pretends to rub his side in pain.

“Whatever,” Hongjoong mumbles. “You help a friend out with their presentation, and they won’t even tell you their Ateez bias afterwards.”

You laugh.

“As long as I’m your wrecker, that’s all that matters.” Wooyoung chimes in, a firm nod to his head.

“Given up on the notion that you’re her bias already?” San asks, amusement dancing in his eyes. “Where’d that confidence from the plane ride go?”

“Didn’t you know, a person’s bias is most like them, and their wrecker is their ideal type?” Wooyoung proudly repeats the words you told him yesterday.

All eyes are instantly on you.

“Okay, so, who’s your Ateez bias wrecker?” Mingi asks eagerly, leaning forward slightly in his seat.

Again, you laugh. “If I’m not telling you my bias, I’m most certainly not telling you my wreckers.”

Yeosang’s brow quirks, but his face remains neutral for the most part.

“It has to be one of us,” Seonghwa frowns, attempting to figure it all out from everything that you’ve told them so far.

“Oh, I never said there was only one.” You hum, a teasing quirk to your lips. “Oh no, one of you was very adamant about wrecking me in the end.”

“You like multiple of us?” Yeosang’s lips part, ignoring the way his heart leaps hopefully in his chest.

“Of course I like more than one of you,” you giggle. “There are eight of you, after all. It’s quite hard for someone to choose only one. You’re all very beautiful men.”

Quirked eyebrows greet you all around, and your eyes seem to widen in embarrassment. The fact that they all smile at you giddily only makes it worse.

“Wait, please don’t think I’m super shallow and am only talking about your looks when I say that.” You’re quick to add. “Yes, I think you’re all handsome, but I mainly base my decisions on what is known about your personalities and what you show your fans.”

“You think I’m handsome?” Jongho’s eyes absolutely shine beneath the dim lighting of the venue, nothing but awe in his gaze as he looks at you.

“Of course I do.” You smile, and red begins to slowly creep up Jongho’s neck. “Beauty is also very subjective, so who I might find the most visually appealing might not be another person’s answer.”

“As long as you think I’m the most handsome, we shouldn’t have a problem.” A voice from the left side catches your attention, and you turn to see Johnny, Mark, and Yuta moving to sit beside you on the couch. 

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, John.” You grin, bowing your head politely in greeting to Yuta who smiles back.

“Every day I know you, you break my heart even more.” Johnny sighs dramatically, placing a hand over his chest as he falls backwards on the couch.

“I’ve known you for a day and a half, John.” You blink blankly, somewhat teasingly, causing laughter to erupt around you.

“You’ve only known Mark for that time, too!” He counters.

“Technically speaking, I’ve been talking with Mark for over eight months now.” You reply, fixing the skirt of your dress as you cross your one leg over the other beneath the material.

Yeosang’s eyebrow twitches, leaning forward slightly in his seat to see you better.

“Yeah, she’s my best friend!” Mark grins widely, puffing out his chest slightly as he looks at Johnny. Were it not for the cameras, Yeosang bets anything that the male would have slung an arm around your shoulders by now.

“Yeah, cause you won’t share her contact details with anyone else.” Johnny mutters, rolling his eyes.

“Mark! Right in front of your number one stan?” You gasp dramatically, extending your hand outwards and motioning towards Yuta.

“Normally, I would have to agree with you.” Yuta smirks, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees as he looks at you. “However, I think I can make an exception for our favourite author.”

Your whole body freezes, eyes sparkling as you look towards Yuta. “Favourite author?”

“Yes.” Yuta nods once in confirmation. “And might I just say, you look divine.”

The way your breath hitches in your throat does not go unnoticed by any of them. The fact that you avert your gaze so bashfully while muttering out a small ‘thank you’ has Yeosang’s heart squeezing painfully in his chest. He can hardly prevent the way his lips purse the slightest bit, fingers digging into the skin of his thighs as he grounds himself to his spot for the moment.

Yeosang may not have fully understood what Yuta has just told you, but from the bits he picked up, he’s understood enough. Besides, the bashful way you respond says it all.

A second later, and you’re clearing your throat. “Wait, Mark won’t share my contact details with you? I told him it was fine when he first asked. I just didn’t bring it up again because I thought none of you were interested in talking with me. I didn’t want to push or come across as some weird, obsessed fan who was using connections to get what she wants.”

A pointed look is sent towards Mark by both Johnny and Yuta as the former male begins to shrink in his spot.

“Ah, so Markie Boy has been gatekeeping his pretty author friend this whole time.” Johnny hums, a tight smile pulling across his features.

“I think I need to reassess how much I stan Mark now,” Yuta adds, a teasing grin pulling on his features.

“I’m telling Ten!” Johnny jumps up from the couch, moving back off to where all of NCT is sitting. “And Taeyong! And Kun, and Chenle, and Renjun, and Jeno, and-“

His voice begins to fade as he walks away, but he continues to list off names, nonetheless.

“Get back here!” Mark immediately chases after him, though with the cameras around, it’s more of a speed walking competition as they head back to their own seats for the moment.

Your eyes widen, a snort of amusement escaping you as you watch Johnny slowly going around to each couch to inform the Neos about this recent discovery. Mark attempts in vain to stutter out excuses, but the moment Doyoung pulls him back down onto the couch beside him, it’s clear his efforts are futile.

“Didn’t realize how many Neos wanted to talk to me.” You mumble, turning back around to face the front with a soft smile on your face.

“I know for a fact that it’s more than just the Neos.” Yunho chuckles, motioning back towards both Stray Kids and Seventeen with his head. Two groups of which that sit off to the right of them all right now.

“I still can’t believe it,” you comment, somewhat breathlessly as your eyes are drawn back to the stage in front of you.

Yeosang wants to wipe that flirty smile right off of Yuta’s face as the elder male shifts closer to you on the couch. The second Yeosang sees Yuta take your hands in his own, Yeosang can feel his nails biting into the skin of his legs even harsher than before. Why does he so badly wish that were him?

More than all of that, why do you look so awestruck?

The words Yuta speaks to you are nothing but a loud ringing in Yeosang’s ears, only getting worse when he watches you smile and nod back enthusiastically. You reply something, but that damn white noise drowns everything out. He only wishes he could actually hear what’s being said, but before he knows it, the next performance is starting.

It’s just not fair.

Yeosang is forced to watch as you settle onto the couch with Yuta beside you, a large smile painting your features as you relax into your spot. He really wishes he could enjoy the music, just as you seem to be. Only, he finds that the dull ache of his heart demands to be felt.

Why, suddenly, is it so difficult for him to breathe?

[carefulfears]

Omgosh I’m currently part way through my first rewatch of the xf and sweet LORD earth s2 scully was really ready to risk it all… maybe this is an unpopular opinion, but those first few eps in s2 when they’re separated from each other are possibly some of the most romantic in the whole show. If they’d been professionally separated for much longer they 100% would have started dating then.

if they'd been professionally separated for much longer i think they would've committed scientific horrors. perhaps an act of terrorism. they BOTH got bangs. scully was BEGGING to autopsy a body covered in sewage and mutant worms to spend 5 minutes with him. when she flipped the photo of samantha on his desk to signal him to meet her at their secret meet-up spot, and all she wanted to do was ask if he's okay and ruffle his hair skjfdks. these are grown ass adults who work in the SAME BUILDING and have cell phones and they have super-secret codes and hiding places. they're best friends. scully lecturing at quantico and freaking her students the fuck out spiraling about how life is meaningless. they worked together for a year and have been separated for likeeeee maybe a few weeks, btw. when a kid said she sounds "spooky" and she looked like she was about to cry sdfkjshf. when he's emailing her case notes and she's TALKING ALOUD BACK TO THE EMAIL all giggly. ("'there have been reported abductee paranoia in UFO mass abduction cases…' i was wondering when you'd get to that...")

when he was partnered with krycek and she's sooo jealous that someone else gets to work with him that she REFUSES TO SHAKE KRYCEK'S HAND. and then calls mulder later to be like :( do u like him better than me :( SHE LITERALLYYYY ASKS HIM THAT!!!

you're right, it is very romantic, in that it's very loving, but also they behave as though working at different desks is like....the most gothic devastation that could ever happen to them. there's genuinely a cute level of innocence to it. also....makes me think again of how laughable any discourse of scully just "tolerating" him or not really wanting this life is. the woman was near HYSTERIA.

thanks for chatting, i hope you're enjoying your watch!!! <3

[hellfirecvnt]

Eddie smut please!

I’m thinking a fic based on the song sex from the 1975. Eddie and the reader are best friends and used to hang out every day until she got a boyfriend which Eddie is SUPER jealous of.

💕

Took me a second to get to this one, but I wanted it to be REALLY GOOD bc I love The 1975 and I love Eddie and I love you for being so supportive. 🥺❤ Also let me just tell you, I had SO much written and my phone died so I lost ALL OF IT. But we're back. We're trying again. Fuck.

I decided I love this prompt and I'm gonna make a series of this one specifically lmao. Once again, sorry it took so long. I almost gave up writing entirely after I lost my progress. 😂

She's Got a Boyfriend, Anyway.

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: smut at the end (+18, minors DNI), cheating, a lil bit of angst- I think, more?

[I take requests]

It was the same routine everyday ever since you two met six years ago. You and Eddie spend every day, after school and weekends together. Aside from Hellfire, you're each other's only friend.

"Do you know Billy? Hargrove, I think?" You innocently ask, not thinking much of it.

"Hargrove? Yeah, guys a fucking dick." Eddie quips.

"I dunno, he seemed pretty sweet to me." You twirl your hair around your finger, watching the trees zoom past you as Eddie drives you both to his house.

"Oh, come on, Y/N. Don't tell me you're falling for that fake pretty-boy bullshit again." He laughs, referencing the fact that you dated Steve and got your heart broken within 5 months.

"Of course I'm not. I'm just, curious. He seems really nice, to me." A smile can't be helped from finding itself on your face.

"I'm nice to you. Why don't we just fuck in the back of the van right now?" Eddie furrows his brow dramatically, faking confusion for his perverted jokes.

"Shut up, idiot. I'm serious. I need your help picking out an outfit. He asked me out today." The last part of your sentence causes Eddie's smile to fall a bit. He may have hidden it behind an immature joke, but he was being serious too.

"Why would I know what Hargrove wants you to wear? What's wrong with the way you dress?" He questions.

"I don't know, man. I just want to look a little different. I don't want to look like-"

"A freak?" Eddie raises an eyebrow in an I see how it is fashion.

"No, I just want to look clean-cut. A little bit less like all I do is smoke weed and listen to music."

"But that is all you do." Eddie teases as he pulls into his driveway. "And if you want my fashion advice, my first suggestion is to stop stealing my shirts." He points to the worn band shirt draped over you. You roll your eyes and follow him to the front door of his trailer. Eddie's uncle is laying on the couch, looking a little pale.

"Wayne? Take the night off?" Eddie checks in. Wayne explains he's feeling sick so he took today off to recover.

"Hey, let's just hotbox the van. That way it doesn't get all smokey in here while Wayne's not feeling well." Your suggestion earns a thumbs up from Wayne. You've always been considerate like that, something he and Eddie both appreciate about you.

In the van, you climb past the seats, settling into the pile of blankets and various snack wrappers from when you and Eddie camp outside of concert venues for those barricade spots. Eddie follows close behind, eyes fixed on you as you get comfortable, kicking off your high tops and grabbing a magazine to flip through.

"You think Cyndi Lauper is like... Freaky? Like in bed?" You ask, still looking down at the bright red-haired woman's avant-garde makeup.

"She definitely either likes to be slapped around or likes to slap you around." A large, ring-clad hand takes the joint from his mouth and passes it to you. His jewelry catches the dim light of the back of the van.

While you hit the joint, Eddie flips through his many cassettes. He finally settles on Metallica's Kill Em All album, popping it into his radio. He relaxes into the moment, staring at you as he did every day for six years. He's slowly starting to figure out why it's his favorite past time, but for now he's just happy to be your friend.

"Do you think I should take my nose ring out for my date with Billy?" Your question shakes him from his daze and the mention of Billy's name causes his jaw to clench.

"Why would you do that?" Eddie's upper lip twitches in disgust. "He asked you out looking like this, why would you want to look different now?"

"I don't know, dude. I'm really fucking nervous." You cover your face with one hand, dragging it down. You're lying on your stomach, flipping through the magazine while your thoughts race. "He's coming to get me at 6 PM tomorrow." Eddie passes you the joint in a manner that says "shut up."

"Listen, can we change the subject? You're gonna make me sick." His voice comes out a little meaner than he intended, but he's too awkward to know how to fix it. Your eyes widen and you attempt to soften the tension.

"You're right," you laugh. "I tend to ramble a lot." Your face is flushed slightly with the tiniest hint of embarrassment because you didn't mean to get carried away. Noticing your shift, he wants to punch himself in the face.

"Uh, here! Let's smoke two joints and see who smokes theirs faster." Eddie shoves a joint between your fingers.

"You're on, Munson." You wait for him to finish rolling a second joint and you both lean into one lighter so you start smoking at exactly the same time. There were other lighters, y'all just aren't that smart.

As each of you pulls on your joints to get the cherry started, Eddie looks up from the flame, directly into your eyes. It takes a second for you to notice, but you look up, meeting his gaze. He doesn't move or blink, so you give a small smile around your joint. You lower the lighter after a second, having sufficiently lit the joints.

The contrast of the lighter going out shakes Eddie from his trance. The rest of the hang-out was casual and nothing short of your usual day together. Talking about sex, drugs, music, and occasionally DnD. Hours pass before you finally check your watch.

"Holy shit, Eddie. It's 10 o'clock!" You jump up from the soft blankets in the van. "I gotta go, I have to go to sleep soon or I'm gonna look dead tomorrow."

"Hop up front. I'll take you home." Eddie offers as if it's not your only way of getting home. The second you get in your door, you drag Eddie to your room.

"Please help me pick out an outfit, Eddie. It'll be so fast." You tug on the sleeve of his leather jacket. He rolls his eyes and hesitantly agrees. You scramble through your closet looking for something with the least amount of rips and tears. "What about this?" You hold up a dress you've never worn because it's periwinkle and you're not with it.

"A dress? Y/N, seriously?" Again, meaner than he intended. You once again did that thing you do when you're embarrassed and just try to smile the blush away, agreeing with whatever is being said to you.

"You're right, you're right. Um-" It was apparent in your voice that you were getting angry.

"Hey, Y/N-" Eddie attempt to meet your downcast eyes.

"Eddie, you can leave because I can tell you don't want to do this. I know you don't care about the date, and I know you hate Billy, so it was kind of shitty of me to ask you to help me. You're just," you stop to toss your hands up, defeated and dramatic. "My only friend and I like having your opinion on things."

Eddie could explode right now. He could punch himself directly between his own two eyes. No one has ever bitten their tongue as hard as he wished he'd bitten his just seconds ago. He stares at you apologetically, lips pressed tightly together in a speechless, straight line.

"Dude, I'm sorry. Let me help you, I was being a dick." Eddie start rummaging through your clothes.

"It's fine, man. I'm just nervous, I'm sorry." You look at the floor, defeated after your little outburst.

"Shut up, try this on." Eddie tosses you a random top. This is how all of your apologies went, ever since you met. They're almost instant. You've never had a "fight" last longer than a few hours.

You try the top on and it's perfect. Flattering in all the best ways, making you feel hot and comfortable. You pair it with a go-to pair of flared jeans and call it a night. Eddie waves and flashes a toothy grin as he exits out your window. He doesn't even actually need to use the window, he just likes to.

Back at his trailer, Eddie tosses and turns with anger. He didn't care that you had a date, he didn't care that it was with Hawkins's number one womanizer, he knew you could take care of yourself. He was mad because it wasn't him taking you on that date.

The next day Eddie wakes up feeling like he hasn't slept at all. His dreams were consumed with pictures of you, naked on his bed, reading your magazines and getting high. Just the memory of the dream is enough for him to wake up hard.

He shoves those thoughts to the back of his mind and checks the clock. Noon. Not bad for a weekend. Eddie throws the blankets back over his head and falls back asleep, silently hoping for more dreams of you.

Your date with Billy is in just a few hours, so you're getting ready in advance just in case. In case of what, you ask? You don't know. You're just really nervous. Billy picks you up and the two of you head off to the movies.

By the end of your date, you're officially Billy Hargrove's girlfriend. The way he asked was so perfect and romantic, you don't even know where to start. Your first instinct is to call your best friend and tell him everything, but then you remember how annoyed it made him before. So you hang up the phone before dialing and head to your bedroom.

Eddie wakes up, again, and checks the clock. 10 PM.

"Oh, shit." Eddie jumps up and runs to the living room. "Wayne, did Y/N call?"

"Nah, no calls. You sleep all Saturday?" Wayne's voice carries worry.

"Yeah, I don't wanna talk about it. I'll see you later." Eddie calls as he heads out to his van. A short trip later, he arrives at your house. This time using the window because he has to. He taps on it a little before just opening it as wide as possible.

"HOLY SHIT!" You yell having woken up to a dark, broad shouldered figure climbing through your window.

"You should really lock your windows, Y/N. I could've had ulterior motives." Eddie winks in the moonlight leaking through the window.

"Fuck, dude. What are you doing here? It's like 11 o'clock." You rub your eyes.

"It's 10:15 and I just wanted to see how the date went, damn." Eddie drops onto your bed. "So how'd it go?" Eddie smiles over your sleepy face.

"He asked me to be his girlfriend." You gush, blushing and fluttering your tired eyes. "We're seeing each other again tomorrow!"

"That's awesome, wow." Eddie works hard to sound excited for you, but he feels sick to his stomach. Seeing you this happy is enough for him to keep his comments to himself, though. For now.

Eddie turns to look at you, but you've already fallen back asleep. He watches you for a moment, regretting his choice to come here because this news is going to eat him alive when he tries to sleep tonight. Not to mention him already sleeping all day today.

The next day, you don't see each other. The day after that, the same. Billy steals you away every chance he gets. He knows you and Eddie are best friends, and he's hoping to help you realize there are more people to hang around than the local freak.

Two whole weeks pass and the only time Eddie sees you is at Hellfire. It's Friday again and you've arrived at Hellfire before anyone else, except Eddie, of course.

"Hey, man. I'm really excited for this finale!" You beam at him, causing his heart rate to rise.

"I'm glad you've still been able to make it considering you're always so busy." Eddie teases.

"I know, I'm sorry. We should hang out tonight!" Your suggestion catches Eddie off guard. "I'll tell Billy I'm riding home with you."

"Sounds great," Eddie smirks, basking in the idea of you telling Billy you can't hang because you're going to Eddie's. Hellfire club dismisses and you follow Eddie out to his van. Outside the doors, Billy is waiting, leaning against his Camaro.

"Hey, babe," Billy's smooth voice wraps around you like a rope, drawing you into him. "You ready to go?"

"Actually, I'm hanging out with Eddie tonight." You point to Eddie next to his van. "I haven't seen him in a few weeks, so I-"

"But you see him at Hellfire, don't you?" Billy, visibly bothered, folds his arms across his chest.

"Well, yeah. But that's like- it's not like hanging out. We're killing things and he's playing God." You struggle to explain.

"So you're just gonna go over to some guy's house, at night, instead of seeing your boyfriend?" Billy was starting to raise his voice ever so slightly.

"Whoa, man. I've known him for six years." You shake your head in shock.

"Whatever, if you're acting single tonight, I can do the same." And with that, he slides into his car and drives off. He makes sure to squeal the tires as he creates more distance between you. You scoff before shaking your head and walking over to Eddie.

"The fuuuuck was that?" Eddie tries to hide a giggle, giddy knowing he makes Billy so jealous.

"I don't know, dude. But it was kind of hard to watch." You laugh, causing Eddie's laugh to finally escape. The two of you crack up over Billy's little performance before heading back to Eddie's.

"He's literally never done that before. It was so weird. And he's fully aware that we see each other every day, he's never once made it a thing." You pass the joint to Eddie. With your legs extended across his mattress, you propped yourself up on his pillows. Fully occupying the bed.

"That's so fucking weird, man. I've heard he's a little insane." Eddie sits at the end of his bed, practicing chords on his acoustic guitar.

"I don't think he's insane. I just don't understand why he reacted that way." Your eyes remain glued to the page even after you feel Eddie's gaze on you. "What?" You finally look up at him.

"Just... Kinda sounds like you're defending him for no reason. You know, like you did before." He raises his eyebrows.

"Eddie, I-" you start, but you're cut off by car doors outside. You both rush to the blinds to peek, being nosy busybodies, but not giving a shit. That's when you notice Billy's car in the driveway of another trailer that he definitely doesn't live in.

"That's uh... That's Natalia's house." Eddie speaks nervously, knowing Natalia is well known at your school for... Let's just say, stealing boyfriends. As Billy approaches the door, he turns as if he knows you see him and winks at you with a big, gorgeous, evil grin. He disappears behind the door without a word.

"Well, damn." You stare in shock. "Good thing it's only been a few weeks, but damn."

"That was... A lot. You okay?" Eddie places a hand on your shoulder.

"Yeah, I'm not too worried about it." You shrug. Eddie scans your features for any kind of emotion, there doesn't seem to be any.

"Okay..." Eddie draws the word out. "Well, you uh... You acting single tonight?" He side-eyes you.

"Munson," you place a playful hand on your chest as if you're offended. "Feeling bold?" You raise an eyebrow, caught off guard by his question, but you can't deny the excitement it ignited in your stomach.

"Just seems a little unfair, that's all." He shrugs, carefully making his way closer to you.

"I guess so." You bite your lip. Your eyes are locked on your shoes until you feel two large hands gripping your shoulders. You look up to see Eddie gazing down at you with half-lidded, dark brown eyes.

"Let me," Eddie takes a deep breath. "Let me make you feel single." He chuckles into your ear.

"H-How do you plan on going that, Eddie?" You stutter through quickening breaths. Eddie is so close to you, you can barely keep him in focus.

"By fucking your pretty little brains out." His voice comes out in a low growl, sending chills down your spine to the heat building between your legs.

"Slow down, honey." You quip, backing him up and shoving him onto the couch. He stares up at you expectantly, an awe-struck look plastered across his face as he awaits your next move. You keep eye contact with him as you pull your hair back into a messy bun, kneeling between Eddie's legs.

"Jesus Christ," Eddie's voice is nothing less than a desperate huff of breath while he watches your hands slide up his inner thighs to his belt. You focus intently on the handcuff-shaped buckle, unfastening his pants and pulling back his boxers.

Your eyes widen as his erection springs past the elastic of his underwear. Losing all self-control, you grab his length and take him as far as possible down your throat.

"Holy shit," he grabs a fist full of your hair. "Just like that." He throws his head back, moaning into the emptiness of the trailer. You quicken your pace, earning louder moans and involuntary hip bucking.

Eddie pulls your mouth off his cock, tossing you onto the couch, effectively trading your places. He begins eagerly grabbing at your shirt and the button on your pants, but you stop him. You place your hands on his and hold them still, contemplating.

"I mean, we don't have to do this. I don't want to keep you from doing what you were doing, but if we're doing anything, we might as well just fuck." Eddie's words fill you with the most confusing feelings, but most of all, lust. He's right, Billy's at Natalia's most definitely cheating on you, you'll probably be done with him after this anyways. Might as well fuck your best friend.

You wrap your fingers around the collar of his jean vest and pull his lips into yours. He instantly kisses back, nipping lightly at your bottom lip with his teeth. Each gentle bite is closely followed by sweet, breathy moans from your chest. Eddie melts more and more with each high-pitched sound.

Eddie continues undressing you, audibly aroused more and more as you become exposed completely. He bites his fist watching you slide your delicate hand down to play with yourself for him.

"Somebody's needy," he chuckles, watching you intently. You circle your middle finger around your clit a few times before plunging your finger deep inside you. You and Eddie moan at nearly the same time.

"Don't make me wait all night, Eddie." Your low, sultry voice forces his hand onto his cock. He strokes himself, eyeballing the way your hands move to pleasure yourself.

"I think you'll be okay, sweetheart. Keep going." He towers over you, his rough voice cascading down to you like boulders down a hill. You do as he says, continuing to touch yourself while he does the same. You start fingering yourself faster, gasping lightly as your orgasm approaches.

Suddenly, your arm is yanked away.

"No!" You cry, replacing the hand with your other one only for it to be yanked away too. He pins both of your wrists above your head, positioning himself at your entrance. Your orgasm is quickly dissipating with nothing to rub against your aching clit.

"Just... Wait... A little... More..." Eddie hovers over you, one hand holding your wrists, the other sliding the head of his cock up and down your drenched folds. You writhe and squirm, desperate for contact, begging him to fuck you already. "Okay," he smiles deviously before slamming into you, hard.

"Eddie!" You moan as he glides in and out of you, low growls rumbling from his lips. His guitar pick necklace dangles in your face, brushing against the tip of your nose with each impaling thrust.

"You're so God damn tight, Y/N." His words are broken up by small grunts as he fucks you. "It's fucking unbelievable" You can't help but smile at his praise, happily taking all of him despite the dull pain of being stretched out so abruptly.

"I never thought I'd be hearing you say that to me, Eddie. Gotta be frank." You joke, still getting dicked into oblivion.

"I did," he winks, picking up his pace. Your moans get louder and louder, the pit in your stomach doubling by the second. Sweat clings to the curls around his face, securely gluing them to his jawline. Still fucking you, he rises up straight and sheds his jacket/vest before nearly tearing the shirt off his body.

He returns to his position over you, never breaking his stride. Sweat glistens down his body as his back curves and arches as he slams into you. Your breath begins to hitch in your chest from your orgasm building up.

"Eddie, I-I'm gonna-" he cuts you off with a hard kiss. He throws your legs over his shoulders, hungrily grabbing at your thighs as he fucks you over the edge. You arch your back as the waves of pleasure shoot through your core. You drench Eddie's pelvis in the evidence of your arousal, but he doesn't stop fucking you.

Instead, he flips you onto your stomach. He grips the hair on the back of your head and pulls roughly to get you to assume an all-fours position. You follow his silent directions and he slips himself back in your fucked out hole.

"Fuuuuuck," he sighs as he slides into you. "So fucking good." He mewls out above you, fucking harder and deeper into your pussy with each thrust. You try to protest, tell him it's too much, but he buries your face in the cushion and continues chasing his high.

"Eddieeee!" You scream, suddenly cumming yet again.

"Shut up, just a little more." He huffs angrily, stone focused on the way your back flexes as you fight to hold yourself up. You're a weak, fucked out mess by now, still taking his hard cock. High-pitched whines and cries leak past your lips as he continues, very suddenly picking up his speed at the last second.

"Oh my God, Eddie please!" You cry into the cushion. He thrusts a few times more before pulling out and finishing all over your round ass. Your legs finally collapse and you're laying face down, hair a mess, covered in sweat and cum that isn't your boyfriend's.

"Holy shit," Eddie fights to catch his breath.

"Have fun?" That's all you can say through your dicked down haze.

"Yeah," he sighs. "A lot better than I ever imagined it." He chuckles.

"How many times have you imagined it?" You raise, quizzically.

"Lots and lots of times, Y/N." He shines his famous downturned smile and winks. You feel the blood rise quickly in your cheeks.

[taiblogcomics]

New Phone, Who Dis?

Hey there, physics-defying trash can lids. The spooky month may be over, but our look into the Goosebumps comics continues! If you aren't tired of them already, well... Honestly, maybe this one will tire you out, because it is a lot, dear readers.

Here's the cover:

This arc is titled "Download and Die!" As you might guess from that title, it's a modernised setting update of the "Say Cheese and Die!" concept. I hope that terrifies you as much as it does me. Goosebumps is always set in a quasi-'90s universe, and it's always weird when they try to update it. Remember when one of the HorrorLand books name-dropped the Wii and how awkward that felt? And now you wanna do an arc based around smartphones? Oh my land, I can't see this ending well.

Anyways, the cover seems decently ominous enough. But Slappy's the villain again, and the titular Creeps from "Calling All Creeps" are here too. That's the other problem with this story. On paper, a modernised "Say Cheese and Die!" concept does work. But now we're trying to stack several more series on top of it, and what was a flimsy base at best is all gonna come crashing down.

So we open with some kids on the first day of a new school year. Mitra and Kyra are buddies who share neighbouring lockers, to their excitement. Look, you have to find your own enjoyment in school. Another girl, a blonde who introduces herself as Flips, also sidles up, having a locker in the same section. Kyra cottons on to the unbelievable name of Flips, and deduces that she must be Flips1101101, on the Travelers of the Frost leaderboards. And even more unbelievably, she's right. That's some remarkable odds. Did you know any random placers on online gaming leaderboards who went to your school?

After Mitra's older brother, Merhdad the hall monitor, shoos the girls to class, they end up joining up for a team project. A project assignment, on the first day of school? I guess it's supposed to be an all-year assignment, because the goal is to make a computer program for a small business to use. Do they have programming classes in high(?) school now? And while they're friends, you can tell Mitra is getting a little jealous of how much attention Kyra is paying to Flips instead of her. Your standard best friend struggles in kids' media.

After giving the eyes to a girl across the cafeteria, then getting mad at Flips for taking her usual seat Mitra uses for staring at her, Mitra gives up and goes to the computer lab so she can copy the schedule to her phone. A group of jerks inside the lab, though, opens the door suddenly on her, knocking the phone out of her hands. And when it hits the floor, the jerks step out of the room directly onto her phone, cracking it fully. They taunt her, since her brother gave them a late slip earlier. This is their revenge.

And the cycle of revenge continues while the trio join in on gaming that night. Now that they're friends with Flips, they can play in her raid group or whatever. Flips also suggests they get revenge, while Kyra says to just tell a teacher. Mitra prefers Flips' plan, but little else is advanced in this direction. Next morning, though, Mitra finds a package on her doorstep. Opening it at school, it's a new phone. Her friends are suspicious, and Mitra likewise resolves not to use it (which is an astonishing amount of forethought for a set of Goosebumps characters).

That night, Mitra is already tired of missing out on everything online. What can I say, the internet world travels fast. She's probably already missed three new memes! So she loads up the new phone, which somehow has all her old data on it as well. Boy, if that's not enough to rouse your suspicions, perhaps nothing will. It's got apps on it that aren't going live for months, a million giga-pixel camera, and even a sticker-set that includes Slappy and Curly (not that she recognises them). Seems like a super-desireable and not-at-all cursed phone!

And so the school year progresses. Mitra ends up in the same drama class as that girl she's crushing on, whose terrible parents have named Weather. The jerks who broke her old phone keep signing up for the computer lab time, and thus there's no time for Mitra's group to work on their project. As revenge, Mitra snaps a photo of them, applies a sickening green filter to it, and adds some puking emojis. Isn't it weird, then, when a few minutes later, the bullies all start throwing up on the keyboards? Ah, there we go. It's not modern Goosebumps without a bit of throwing up!

Mitra also finds another app, some sort of Cookie Clicker-like about scaly lizard-like people delivering seed-filled cookies to various real-world cities. Mitra wonders if they'll reach her own city if she plays enough. Gee, I wonder where that foreshadowing could be going. That night, at a sleepover with her friends, she has a dream about her terribly-named crush Weather. Weather turns into Slappy, who demands the phone and throws her off a cliff. The girls all wake with a start to find a mysterious note also demanding the phone on Mitra's bed--and that Flips' hair was cut off in her sleep.

Again, lenient on a first issue because it’s mostly gonna be setup. We’ll do an in-depth analysis at the end of the story, but this first issue is fine. Here’s Mitra, here’s her relationships and troubles (bullies, annoying brother, the pressure of being the first LGBT Goosebumps protagonist), and here’s the first instance of the spooky setups for later. But again, like I said in the intro, this is piling too much into one story. The “evil camera what takes pictures and edits reality around them” is a fine concept to be advanced to the smartphone era, as evidenced by the filters and stickers she uses. But you heap that on with Slappy invading her dreams, and this Calling All Creeps plot that also kicks in late... And these aren’t even the only references to other stories that’ll show up! It’s too much, and the ideas should’ve been pruned back a bit. We’ll see how well it can juggle these various subplots in the next issue (hint: not very well!)

[mina-van1104]

Eventhough these are happy pictures of me, & was having a good week,& ever since I got some small bad news on Thursday, my days after, starting getting worse.

That same day on Thursday had a patient’s father in his 40s randomly told me to “die!, die!, die!” When I didn’t do anything to them. It was unexpected. That same day before work (after I got small bad news), I saw “666” license plate # on the car in front of me & same time saw 666 # on my left lane car and right lane car all 3 cars right next to me, also began the number “666”. I started freaking out saying that’s scary! Satan!😱

Friday was my 6th year anniversary graduating with my Bachelors at UNR. After posting on social media & exact time when I just got home, got phone message yelling “Yeah call this Motherf*cking phone again you son of a b*tch;I’m a white supremacist motherf*cker!”

I quickly picked up the phone shaking & yelled “Sir! I never called you, there’s this thing called spoofing going on- someone has been using our phone # calling people & it’s not really us, sorry what ever happened to you!” Then he yells offensively “Are you done?!” (Sounds like a straightup low life with a slight hillbilly accent in his 50s-60s). He might be using somebody else’s phone. If anyone gets calls from our phone, it’s not really us calling- just block our number. No need to confront any annoyances that were not even caused by us. You can reach me on my phone.

Eventhough his phone # is a different area code, could have been 1 of my neighbors/neighbors’ friends or neighbors’ family/whoever else involved who don’t know us well. I told one of my neighbor friends (who’s white) about it that same day & she was like people are messed up. I agree.

Just after that phone call, behind my backyard which is main street of S**rks Blvd some man yells “Nobody’s jealous idiot!” This situation was too suspicious & could be something seriously more serious I don’t know about. Reported to police that day.Was super scared.

When I went running with my dogs Saturday 1 of my neighbors who happens to be hispanic lady, who don’t know us well, totally yelled at me “Stupid girl!” I never even did anything to her.😱She’s the real stupid one. Crazy people!

Then today Sunday, when I was at 4 way stop, I waved at the person at the stop that they could go 1st & I didn’t make eye contact with them at 1st then as we were on 2nd Street the guy’s wife flipped me off out her window for no reason! Wtf?! Their car was a classic car turquoise. That crazy lady!-what’s her problem?! Not my fault I have a better car than you. My family worked hard for their money to give me & my older sister a good life when we were younger.

I’m genuinely a kind person; it’s too bad some people will assume anything by judging me how I look. I’m very rare that I even wish for my enemies to have a good life because I truly want them to have a good life so they don’t bother people like me or blame random people like me who did nothing to them.

Made me cry this week. People are so messed up. Crazy, prejudiced, uneducated people who move into Nevada the state I was BORN & raised & had no problems with anyone until 2017. Everyone, please be kind to everyone, because if you’re not originally from Nevada & you’re super rude to me or anyone, just get out of my city! Seriously! Who do people think they are?! They’re not even from here treating me like that! Seriously?! My mama didn’t raise any low lives neither did any of my families.

I know the eclipse of the moon today can be to blame for this weird week & Friday the 13th to blame on.😱Hoping people can pray for me & look out for one another. End racism & any hate now. Stand up & help in any way. You don’t have to share my post but you can spread the word around town. Thanks in advanced to all good people who can help. ❤️Be smart;don’t hate on anyone without truly knowing them 1st.

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••Things that makes me happy so I don’t think about certain things:💕Like still obsessing about things like my older sister’s wedding I’ve been posting for 3 years as of August 24, 2019- 3 years ago. All my photos/videos from my older sister’s wedding in Oregon has no filter on it-just natural lighting.💯💕My blood-related, older sister Catherine Van&Adam Schwartz’s Wedding&their cute wedding/engagement website on: https://www.theknot.com/us/catherine-van-and-adam-schwartz-aug-2019•Reminiscing more than 200 people came.

[mrkis]

the way life goes — three

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: na jaemin x reader 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: smut, angst, fluff 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 15.9k

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: your friends with benefits relationship with jaemin starts to get more serious when he asks to be exclusive, and just as things go a little too well, things start to get bad.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: slow burn-ish, so much plot and way too much dialogue lol, fwb type stuff, friends to lovers i guess???, the majority of kpop 00’ liners are in this, other nct members also make brief appearances, a lot of crack humour, a lot of sex talk and jokes, black haired jaemin, jaemin is just super mysterious and sexy, explicit language, explicit content, alcohol consumption, drug taking, the group smokes weed and pops a few pills, making out at a party, the friendship group get touchy with each other due to the drugs, BIG SMUT, unprotected sex (stay safe besties), creampies, bathroom sex plus jaemin eats out reader against the sink, mirror sex, sex under the influence, overstimulation, jaemin fucks reader dumb, reader gives jealous jaemin a blowjob, slightly sub!jaemin in once scene (could be considered swtich!jaemin), mainly dom!jaemin and sub!reader

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 | 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎

“Okay, everyone, hand in your assessments at my desk neatly, please. The deadline was yesterday but because someone—” Professor Moon pauses to look at Miwoo who smiles innocently and bats her eyelashes. “—forgot to get it done, I gave you one more day. Make sure your names are written down because sadly I am not psychic and I can’t figure out who's assessment is who's”

The majority of the class stands to walk to the front desk, the remaining that are seated quickly grab a pen to scribble down their names, including Miwoo who mumbles a string of curses beside you. Haru offers to take your assessment to Professor Moon, grabbing the papers from your hands and snatching away Miwoo’s who holds it towards her.

“Thank you” Miwoo mouths as Haru walks, ignoring the middle finger she throws her way. Miwoo adjusts herself in her seat to eye Yeeun from across the room, crossing her arms tightly over her chest. “Yeeun texted Jeno again last night asking if he was still going to the party her and Sunwoo are planning… her desperation makes me want to vomit”

“She’s probably doing it to tease you” You state, glancing over at the short blonde headed girl briefly. “You know she likes it when she gets under your skin”

“Yeah, well, I’m about to get under hers with a knife” Miwoo threatens, teeth gritting together as she hears Yeeun giggle at something on her phone. “She needs to keep her old, saggy hands away from Jeno”

You pull a face. “She’s only two years older than us”

Her eyes dart towards you angrily. “Does it matter?!”

Your lips form a straight line. “Apparently not”

Haru settles back down into her seat when she comes back, looking between you both with a confused expression until Miwoo is quick to inform her on what you’re both talking about and Haru sighs, rubbing at her temples as she tries to explain that Jeno isn’t interested in Yeeun but Miwoo refuses to listen, continuing to snarl and flip her middle finger whenever Yeeun meets her eyes and sends a mocking smile her way.

You’re surprised Miwoo hasn’t taken the chance to leap over the table and rip her hair out yet, but you knew that despite Yeeun being the one to provoke, Miwoo would definitely get the worse end of it, especially in front of an entire class and if she was the one to lay her hand on her first.

“Alright, everyone, I think that’s it for today. You can all go for your lunch early” Professor Moon clasps his hands together with a cheery smile as everyone hollers excitingly. “Good job with your assessments, they look great so far… Y/N, would you be able to stay behind for a few minutes? I want to speak with you”

The class emits a low ‘oooo’ sound, excited at the thought of someone getting in trouble with Professor Moon for the first time. You turn to face Haru and Miwoo who stare at you in surprise as they gather up their things. Haru sends you a reassuring smile, patting your shoulder comfortingly while Miwoo speaks in hushed whispers, saying how lucky you are to be alone with him and even going as far as teasing you about receiving a punishment.

Haru whacks the back of her head, a gesture for her to shut her mouth before gripping her upper arm and dragging her out of the classroom despite Miwoo’s efforts to stay and send suggestive looks your way.

You suck in a deep breath as you grab your own stuff, your chair scraping from beneath you as you push back to stand, slowly making your way over to Professor Moon’s desk. Your hands nervously fumble with each other, your nails scratching at your skin as you wait for him to say something, anything, after a few minutes of silence.

“Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble” Professor Moon calms your nerves the second he senses how tense and fidgety you look. His kind smile allows you to relax and drop your shoulders, the uncomfortable feeling slowly slipping away. “I wanted to talk to you about your assessment and your other pieces that you’ve handed in so far”

“Okay” You nod your head, chewing at your inner cheek. “Is there anything wrong with them?”

“No, actually, your writing is really impressive” A proud smile spreads across your cheeks at his compliment, your heart thumping excitedly against your chest. Professor Moon adjusts the glasses on the bridge of his nose before resting back against his chair. “What are you hoping to go into after finishing college? Poetry? Short stories?”

“Travel writing” You tell him and his eyebrows raise in surprise. “My mom used to travel the world and write about the places she visited before she had me, so I want to follow in her footsteps… plus, the whole idea of travelling around the world sounds pretty cool”

“That’s amazing” You can’t help but beam at his words, shyly averting your eyes down. You hear him shuffle around, unzipping his black satchel to pull out a small notepad. He takes a pen out of his shirt pocket to scribble something down on the paper and you crane your neck to see him write down a few numbers and a website. Professor Moon rips the paper and outstretches his hand towards you. “Here. Take this. A close friend of mine organises a big trip every few months and takes a group of aspiring writers along with him… You should sign up for it, I truly think you’ll have fun”

“It sounds fun…” You hesitate as you take the paper slip out of his hands, your lips pressing together in a wry smile. “I won't be able to afford any of it. I don’t even have a job—”

“The trip will be all paid for. The flight, the hotel and even the restaurant you all decided to eat at” Professor Taeil cuts you off and you blink in surprise. “The only thing you would have to pay for is any souvenirs you want to take home or if you go shopping”

“Oh” You breathe out. “Wow”

“Think about it” He urges, a grin slipping onto his face. “Whenever you have the time, check his website or even give him a call. I’ll let him know that he might be expecting you”

“I will. Thank you, Professor” Your smile is small but grateful as you bow your head to bid him a goodbye, leaving the classroom without another word. You close the door behind you and you let out a deep exhale, looking down at the paper slip in between your fingers and reading over his sprawled out writing. Nakamoto Yuta, NaYuTravels, +82-1-***-***. You purse your lips in deep thought, scanning over the information again before you sigh, folding the paper up into a small square.

You didn’t understand why you felt so conflicted. A big part of you wanted to go and you were certain an opportunity like this would never come forward again… but why was there a smaller part of you that felt so against going? You didn’t have a proper reason and even if you did, you struggled to find it somewhere in your brain.

What was holding you back?

“What are you looking at?” You hear a familiar voice question and you raise your head, eyes meeting Jaemin who is leaning against the wall opposite you, his arms crossed over his chest with a boyish grin. “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you?

You arch your brow with a smile. “You waited for me?”

“Of course” Jaemin pushes himself off of the walk to saunter over to you. He bends his head, seeming as though he’s about to kiss you but he stops suddenly. You can feel his breath fanning your face and you notice the way he gulps with his eyebrows scrunching. Jaemin cleans his throat, turning his attention to the paper in your hand so quickly you were sure it could give him whiplash. “What’s that?”

“It’s nothing” You dismiss, shoving it deep into your pockets. “Just something my Professor gave me”

Jaemin’s eyes dart between yours and your pocket, his brow slowly raising in curiosity. “His number?”

“I wish” You exaggeratingly sigh and Jaemin rolls his eyes, his tongue poking at his cheek in mock annoyance before he throws his arm around your shoulder and pulls you into his side. Your cheeks warm at the sudden display of affection, heart thumping wildly against your chest at the thought of someone seeing you both but you calm yourself down once you realise this is what friends do. It’s normal.

Jaemin keeps his arm around your shoulder as you walk down the hallways together, earning looks from other classmates which sends your head spiralling with multiple thoughts and worries. This isn’t going well. You immediately shrug his arm off of your shoulders the second you see another person glance your way and you spin to face Jaemin who’s already studying you, eyes squinting in question and you shake your head.

“Rule two” You remind him, lowering your voice. “No telling anyone at college”

“I didn’t say anything”

“You’re making it obvious” You shoot back in a hushed whisper, ducking your head as more faces turn your way. “They’re all staring. Everyone is staring at us”

Jaemin’s gaze never moves from you as he takes in your words, a strange feeling settling in his chest as you refuse to meet his eyes. His brows furrow once he realises how uncomfortable you seem, your hands fidgety and your body tense. He hates it, and he hates whatever he is feeling.

You jump in surprise when you feel Jaemin’s fingers underneath your chin, lifting up your head and you frown as you meet his stoic expression, swallowing the lump in your throat. What is this expression? Is he angry? Your worries slowly start to halt as he moves his hand from your chin to your head, gently smoothing your hair as a deep sigh leaves his lips.

“Nobody is looking at us” He speaks softly. “They’re all in their own worlds... nobody is looking at us”

You take this opportunity to survey the students that linger around and you blink in surprise as you realise that in fact no one is looking your way, not even one glance or a peek. The majority of them are locked in conversation with their friends, passionately waving their arms around to get their point across and others are enjoying their own company, music blasting through the earphones and fingers tapping against the screen of their phones.

You even spot Yeji speaking with her best friend, Lia, who pulls a fancy tube of lipgloss out of her purse to show off proudly and Yeji grins, clearly happy to see the brand new makeup product before showing off her green jacket which you were certain belonged to Shotaro.

“See?” You feel Jaemin’s lips brush against your ear and goosebumps rise to your skin at the proximity. “It’s all in that pretty little head of yours”

“I guess” You mutter as you turn to face him, your nose almost brushing against his. You lean back slightly to create some space. “I just don’t want anyone talking about us…”

“I don’t think anyone gives a fuck about us” He grins, leaning forwards and the space you had created was no longer there. “Which is why I want to become exclusive with you”

You choke on your own spit. “What?”

Jaemin smirks instead of answering, taking your hand in his as he drags you down the hallway and into a vacant classroom. He closes the door behind himself and turns to face you, dropping his head low to place his lips to yours in a short kiss thanks to the privacy you both now have.

He pulls back before you could allow yourself to melt into his touch, your eyes still closed and lips slightly puckered but once he presses a quick kiss to the tip of your nose, your eyes open as you realise why you’re here.

“What do you mean by exclusive?”

“I told you that I don’t want to fuck anyone else, I just want to fuck you” His blunt words make you feel shy. “I want us to become exclusive fuck buddies. We can still keep the rules, obviously, but I think it would be easier for us”

“Easier, how?”

“I want to be able to actually touch you without having to be in the comfort of our own bedrooms” He explains as he reaches out to caress your cheek. “I want to be able to tease you or at least kiss you whenever I feel the urge, I don’t want to wait until we get somewhere private, where’s the fun in that?”

“But—”

“And even if people were to talk about us or stare, they’ll soon forget about it. That shit with Jeno and Yeeun lasted, like, a day… we’ll be fine”

“I don’t know” You mutter, afraid to meet his eyes but his fingers slide under your chin once more to lift up your head. He sends you a soft and comforting smile, the kind that makes your body warm and mind buzz. You fought the need to smile back, the effect Jaemin already had over you making it hard to do so.

“I’m not going to force you to be exclusive friends with benefits with me if you’re uncomfortable or not ready” He tells you as his hand drops to your hip, gently kneading the area. You weren’t sure if he knew what he was doing. “But I just want you to know that I only want to fuck you”

“Can I think about it?” You feel pathetic at how quiet you sound. “It’s just that—”

“You don’t need to explain yourself to me” Jaemin cuts you off and you’re shocked at how kind and understanding he’s being, the way he’s looking at you with those big dark eyes slowly makes you crumble. “I'll wait. Take all the time you need”

And that’s when you kiss him.

His lips eagerly respond to your own, pulling you flush against his body the second his tongue slips past your lips. The chairs squeak behind you as you both walk and stumble backwards and you’re afraid you’re about to fall until Jaemin’s lifts you up and plants you down on a desk.

Your hands hungrily touch his body as his tongue glides against yours and a low grunt escapes the back of his throat as you suck gently on his tongue, his lower half pushing into yours and you gasp as you feel the hardness press against your inner thigh.

You want to take it further. You want to slip your hand into his pants and make him come apart in your hold but you decide against it once you’re reminded you’re in an empty classroom once you hear students laugh in the hallway.

The kiss is broken, your hands pushing at Jaemin’s shoulders and he takes a step back, allowing you the space despite pulling a confused expression, eyebrows furrowed and lips in a pout.

“We’re in public” You remind him and the smirk that appears on his face when he gestures towards the closed classroom door makes you roll your eyes. “Fine. We’re in college. And if anyone walks through that door, we’re in trouble”

Jaemin’s brow twitches. “I kinda like the idea of getting caught fucking in a classroom”

You immediately scoff and slap his shoulder for that.

“You know, when I imagine you being in my bed, this isn’t exactly how I picture it” Yangyang complains with an overexaggerated sigh while rummaging through his clothes in his wardrobe. He peeks at you over his shoulder, your body sprawled across his bed as you lay on your belly with his phone in your hands, playing a game. Yangyang tuts. “You’re in the right position but it’s less clothes, no phone and more attention on me”

“In your dreams, Yang”

“I’ll keep dreaming then” Yangyang sighs sadly, turning back around to grab a handful of clothing off the rack and throwing them down on the bed beside you, plucking a white and black striped sweater from the pile and slipping it over his body. He stands in front of his mirror to check himself out, posing in different positions before turning to you. “How about this one?”

“It’s sunny all day. Ditch the sweater, swap it for a shirt” You instruct before looking back down at the phone and Yangyang whines but follows your orders, pulling the sweater over his head and throwing it to the side with a huff as he reaches for another clothing item. You purse your lips in thought, pausing the game and turning to Yangyang in curiosity. “You’re meeting this girl to sleep with her, right? So why are you putting so much effort into your clothes if they’re going to be off anyway?”

“I want to make a good impression” Yangyang obviously states, staring at you incredulously. He points at his bare chest. “I have a reputation to hold, okay? Every girl that I’ve slept with all said to their friends that: 1. My body is immaculate. 2. My sense of style is sexy. 3. My moves? Out of this world”

“You sure you’re not telling yourself that to boost your already inflated ego?” You smile at him teasingly and Yangyang doesn’t hesitate to reach over and slap his hand down harshly on your ass. You gasp at the sting, mouth dropping open as you laugh in complete shock, raising your own hand to attack back but he’s quick to shove you to the side, dropping down on his belly beside you on the bed.

His shoulder knocks against yours and you hiss at the force, rubbing the area when he takes his phone out of your hands. You watch as he exits the game you were playing and brings up an app, your eyes narrowing at the name.

“Hookr? That’s… interesting”

“I think it’s just to copy Tinder and Grindr, you know, just adding the ‘r’ on the end or something” Yangyang explains, pulling up a woman’s profile and angling the screen towards you. “That’s her. Isn’t she a beauty?”

“Single, not looking for anything serious, a freak in the sheets, can guarantee a good time” You read off of her bio, snickering loudly before you suddenly choke as you read the age. “She’s 42?!”

Yangyang smiles cheekily. “And she doesn’t look a day over twen—hey! What are you… Don’t do that!!! Don’t you dare unmatch with her—Stop it!! What are you doing?!?”

You dodge his flying hands as he tries to reach for his phone which you ripped out of his grasp, your fingers tapping rapidly against the screen to try and figure out how to get this older woman out of Yangyang’s DM’s and deleted but you struggle to do so due to Yangyang trying his hardest to stop you.

The battle cry Yangyang lets out as he climbs on top of your back almost makes you break into a fit of laughter but you hold strong, managing to somehow find a way to unmatch the woman and block her account for the final touch.

“What the hell?!” Yangyang cries out as he finally grabs his phone out of your hands but the damage is already done. He leans back, sitting on the back of your thighs with his knees on either side of your body as taps against his phone. “Why would you do thaaaaat?! I haven’t got laid in so long, this could’ve been my chance”

“I’m not letting you have sex with a fourty-two year old woman” You protest, ignoring the suggestive position you are both in. “She’s old enough to be your mother”

“Who knows? Maybe I have a mommy kink or some shit” You fake gag at Yangyang’s response, pulling a face of disgust while he lays on top of you, putting his whole weight on top of your body as his face mushes against your shoulder. A whine emits from his throat. “I still can’t believe you just did that… What happened to being my wingwoman? That’s the only reason I asked you to come into my room”

“And I only came into your room because Jaemin is finishing up his photoshop stuff” You huff, trying to pull yourself out from beneath Yangyang’s body. “You should be happy that I unmatched her… I potentially saved you from embarrassing yourself”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“The group would have definitely found out about you hooking up with a woman who’s in her forties, they would never let you live that down… plus, she’s probably a lot more experienced than you are so—”

“You little bitc—”

“What are you doing?” You raise your head to see Jaemin standing in the doorway of Yangyang’s room, staring at you both with an unreadable expression. Yangyang’s eyes meet his, not even making the effort to move from above you. Instead, he just grins, digging his fingers into your sides and you let out a yelp. Jaemin’s eyes narrow. “What are you doing?”

“Teaching her a lesson” Yangyang says, chuckling at your laughter every time he tickles your sides. “She’s hurting my feelings and she deserves to be punished”

Jaemin raises an eyebrow at that, an unusual feeling settles in his chest and he wrinkles his nose in distaste before turning on his heel to leave but you call out his name just before he can disappear. He peeks his head back around the doorframe just as you manage to free yourself from beneath Yangyang’s body, tumbling off of the bed and onto the ground which earns a boisterous laugh from the latter.

You flip Yangyang off as you stand and he smiles innocently at you, throwing his fingers into a peace sign. You scoff, turning around and throwing your arm over Jaemin’s shoulders to lead him away from Yangyang’s room and he chuckles, wrapping his own around you as you both wobble to his bedroom.

The smile slowly disappears from Yangyang’s lips, his hand dropping down on the bed as he stares at the spot you were just standing, his own unusual feeling stirring in his chest.

The second you enter Jaemin’s room, he acts like a different person. His arms are removed from your waist and he sits down on the chair at his desk, avoiding your eyes with an angry pout. Your brows furrow at his strange attitude, closing the door behind yourself and slowly walking over to him, eyeing him suspiciously.

“What’s up with you?” You ask, gripping the back of his chair and spinning him around to face you once he takes too long to answer. You tut and shake your head as you notice he’s giving you the silent treatment. “Okay, then. I’ll go back to Y—”

“You came over here to spend time with me but you’re in Yangyang’s room” Jaemin immediately answers you before you could have the chance to finish your sentence. The pout is still present on his lips as he leans back in his chair and crosses his arms over his chest tightly. “You ignored me”

“I went to hang out with him because someone was working on their computer” You point at him. “You ignored me”

“I told you that could sit right here” Jaemin gestures towards his lap. “But instead you prefer to go lay underneath Yangyang’s half naked body”

You purse your lips at his attitude, fighting back a cocky grin. “You know, it awfully sounds like you’re jealous”

“Me? Jealous?” Jaemin looks at you in disbelief, shaking his head. “Rule number three, baby… no jealousy. I’m not jealous. Why would I be jealous? Imagine being jealous of Yang—what are you doing?”

“Nothing” You hum once you’ve got down to your knees, your hands running up his thighs over his jeans. You smile. “You’re kinda hot when you sound not jealous”

He stays silent as he allows you to undo the buttons and pull down his zipper, lifting up his hips to give you easy access to tug them off. He’s left in his boxers, his growing hard on obvious and you smirk at the tent in the fabric, leaning forward to place gentle kisses over his covered length.

Jaemin curses quietly at the feeling, watching you intently as your kisses soon turn into wet suckles, the fabric becoming too uncomfortable to keep on but he adores seeing you this way, on your knees and pleasing him the way you want to. His hand slowly comes out to affectionately smooth the back of your head, his eyes darkening the second your eyes meet his and he hums, his whole demeanour changing completely.

“You want to please me, baby?” Jaemin licks at his lips, bringing you closer to his crotch. “You want to make up for the fact you left me to go to Yangyang? Make me feel good, baby… make me cum”

You eagerly pull down his boxers without a second thought, his length immediately slaps against his stomach, begging to be touched and you lick your lips as you wrap your fingers around him tightly, positioning him towards your mouth. You raise your head to meet his eyes again, the hand that affectionately smooths your head comes to a stop, his ringed fingers gently tugging at your hair, a quiet plea despite the dominance act he’s put on.

When you take too long to move, he drops his hand from the back of your head and grabs his cock, pumping himself a few times as he remains in eye contact with you and you smile, leaning forward on your knees with your mouth wide open and ready.

He taps the head of his cock against your tongue and you close your mouth around him without a second thought, sucking at his tip and swirling your tongue as you look up at him to meet his eyes.

Jaemin gasps as you bob your head, relaxing your throat to take him deeper and breathing steadily through your nose to help fight away the urge to gag. Jaemin’s head tips back with his mouth open wide, fists clenching at his side as he’s unsure on what to do with his hands until you take them in your own, holding his hands sweetly despite your lewd act.

No sound escapes him until you hollow your cheeks as you suck hard around him, a breathy moan leaving his lips and his hips jerk forward. His fingers wrap around yours at his thighs when you hum against his cock, whining your name as the vibrations of your sounds make his body buzz.

The slurping noises you make around his cock almost sends Jaemin over the edge, his head tipping back against the chair as he moans over and over, the grip on your hands tightening.

“Oh my g—fuck” Jaemin breaths out as he completely sinks into his chair, unable to move due to the amounts of pleasure he’s receiving, allowing you to do all the work as he sits immobile, only letting out a few grunts and moans as his cock hits the back of your throat.

You look up to his face, seeing the euphoric expression makes you feel proud, your heart soaring in your chest. You’ve made him like this. You did this. You want to smile but with his cock shoved into your mouth, you find it hard to do so so instead you bob your head faster, involuntary gagging around his length as he repeatedly hits the back of your throat.

The broken moans that fall from his lips indicate how close he is to breaking apart, the grip he has on your hands so tight it makes you wince but you push the pain aside, solely focussing on making Jaemin cum which he does the second you suckle at the head of his cock. He sounds like he’s crying as he spills into your mouth, the bitter taste sliding down the back of your throat and you swallow it without any complaints, making sure to take every last drop he gives you.

“Fuck” Jaemin curses, his body shakes slightly as he goes through the last few seconds of his orgasm, removing his hands from yours to gently push your head back to let his sensitive cock drop from your mouth.

He looks at you through dazed eyes, a tired smile seeping across his lips as he gestures for you to come forward and you oblige, letting him pull you onto his lap with your legs on each side of his hips. You’re careful not to touch his cock as you sit, watching as he carefully tucks himself back into his boxers before he circles his arms around your waist.

You both sit in a comfortable silence, his hands running up the back of your shirt, the pads of his fingers pressing into your muscles in a massaging kind of way which makes you sigh in content, your own hands resting on the back of his neck, playing with the hairs at his nape.

He presses soft kisses to your cheek, goosebumps immediately following its path and you giggle at the tickle of his lips brushing your ear and his breath shooting down your neck. You move your head to avoid it but he easily brings you back, mouth flush against yours.

Jaemin kisses you so softly, softer than he has ever kissed you before and it makes you confused, but you can't seem to pull yourself away and question him. Your fingers tangle themselves in his hair while his hands rest on your back, pushing you closer to his body as he gently bites down on your bottom lip.

The sound of his phone buzzing against his desk makes you want to scream and Jaemin seems to feel the same as he sighs frustratingly once he breaks the kiss to reach for his phone, shaking his head in annoyance. You lean back in his lap, dropping your hands from his shoulders and you fiddle with your fingers, watching as his reaction changes from annoyed to amused with a smile, a chuckle leaving him as he turns his phone screen to you.

jeno: whos the loud one now jeno: bitches

“Are you seriously not coming?” Miwoo frowns deeply as she stands in the middle of your room in just her underwear with her hands on her hips and a towel wrapped around her hair.

Yeeun and Sunwoo’s joint party came faster than you expected, the date being today and the time just only a few hours from now. Your entire social media feed is filled and continues to fill with excitement about tonight, some posting themselves already in their outfits while others posting about their supply of beers and drugs.

Students from other colleges that you are familiar with were posting about the party too which didn’t shock you, already knowing what Sunwoo is like with his parties first hand. He’s social, he likes to get a lot of people involved and he isn’t afraid to meet new people, and possibly make friends. (or in some cases, be their drug dealer)

You tap your pen against your notepad in deep thought, Miwoo’s question repeating in your head and you slowly look up to meet Miwoo’s eyes who immediately reacts to the expression that’s on your face.

“Please!!” Miwoo whines, dropping down to her knees and clasping her hands together as she begs. “It’ll be so boring without you there… Who’s going to offer to makeout with me when I argue with Jeno?”

You fight back the smile on your face. “I’m sure Haru would take one for the team”

“But, Y/NNNN…” She gives you the best puppy dog eyes she could muster, her bottom lip jutting outwards as she stares up at you. You blink, unaffected. “We are a trio. We go everywhere together!! We do everything together!! We haven’t been to one of Sunwoo’s parties in a while and he even messaged Jeno personally yesterday to make sure we were all coming”

Your brows furrow in confusion. “He did? Why? I thought Yeeun already invi—”

“Is she still bothering you about not coming?” Haru’s voice interrupts you and you turn your head to see her standing in your bedroom doorway, wearing a deep red bodycon dress that accentuates her curves. Your mouth drops open and Miwoo gasps, her hand slapping over her mouth. “What? What’s wrong?”

“You’re wearing a dress”

“Wow” Haru’s eyes open wide in mock shock. “I’ll tell you what, Sherlock Holmes. You are unbelievable”

Miwoo crosses her arms over her chest. “Usually I’d curse you out for using your sarcastic tone with me but I’ll let it slide due to the fact you just quoted my future husband” Haru rolls her eyes at that, taking a step into your room. “I’ve never seen you wear a dress before… my sexuality is a little conflicted right now”

Haru scoffs. “Shut up. Renjun bought it for me after snooping through my wish-list on my shopping account. I don’t know if I like it or not”

“I think you look really pretty” You compliment her, your eyes raking down her form. “It also shows how long your legs actually are. Sexy”

“Are you hitting on me right now, Y/N?” Haru jokingly asks you, raising a brow. You play along, teasingly biting down on your bottom lip and sending a wink her way. Haru snorts, grabbing a pillow from your bed and lobbing it in your direction but you easily catch it, laughing as you throw it back on your bed. Haru looks at Miwoo who seems to be in a daze and clicks her fingers in front of her face. “What’s wrong with you?”

“I’m in love” Miwoo blurts out and you both instantly burst out laughing. Miwoo blinks, slowly turning her head to you. “No, seriously, I think I’m in love”

“All I had to do was put on a dress to make you instantly fall in love with me?” Haru asks in a teasing tone, moving to stand in front of Miwoo. She reaches out to caress Miwoo’s cheeks, her flirtatious attitude causing you to smirk. Haru’s hand glides down Miwoo’s neck and to her shoulders, her finger slipping under the strap of her bra and pulling it back before letting it snap harshly against her skin. “You fucking simp”

At that, Miwoo jumps back into reality with a hiss and violently kicks at Haru who laughs loudly, easily dodging her feet that come flying towards her face, grabbing at her ankles and squeezing tightly to prevent her from continuing to try and hit her.

Miwoo yelps in pain, trying to get away from Haru’s group who turns her head to look at you nonchalantly, sending a smile your way. “So, you’re definitely not going tonight?”

“I don’t think so…” You gnaw on your bottom lip, the thought of possibly bumping into Eric at a busy house party makes you feel uncomfortable and nervous. “I’m probably just gonna chill here, watch a movie or something”

“You know, Eric might not even be there” Miwoo says in a hopeful tone once she manages to free herself from Haru’s hands, looking up at you with big round eyes.

“It’s at Sunwoo’s... he’s obviously going to be there” You mutter a response, refusing to meet her eyes and focusing your attention back on your notebook, scanning over the notes you were writing for class. “I’ll be fine here”

You can see that Miwoo wants to argue with you, to make you change your mind and enjoy yourself at a party that would probably end up being one of the best ones they’ve ever been to, but she holds herself back, pressing her lips together as she pushes herself up off of your bed.

A frown makes its way onto your face as you watch her leave your room, eyes moving over to Haru who sighs and shakes her head at Miwoo’s behaviour before she sits down next to you, placing a comforting hand on your knee.

“Look…” Haru begins, her gaze never leaving yours. “Ignore Miwoo, if you don’t want to come, that’s completely okay… but don’t stop yourself from having fun just because Eric is there. Besides, Eric should be the least of your problems now… you have Jaemin, remember?”

“I don’t have Jaemin” You correct her. “We’re just sleeping together”

“Still. It’s something” She smiles. “It seems you’re the only one that matters to him… anybody would kill to be in your position right now”

You knew that her words were supposed to make you feel better, to make you smile and feel special, but it didn’t. It makes you feel sick, your throat tightening at the image of the ring that lays on his bedside table flashes in your mind.

Who did that ring belong to?

“I can’t believe you came all this way dressed up to go to the party and now you’re not even going” You shake your head as you look at Jaemin who stands in your kitchen with his back to you, peeking inside your refrigerator for something to eat.

When the boys came over an hour ago to collect the girls for the party, you were shocked to find Jaemin sitting in your living room, dressed and ready to go. He wore a pair of black chinos with a plain white shirt and doc martens, accessorized with a few of his favourite rings, chains and a new black leather blazer that he had bought recently. He looked hot.

But the second he saw you, dressed in an old t-shirt and shorts, he let the leather blazer slip from his shoulders as he announced that he would now stay home with you.

You tried to convince him to leave, you really did, but Jaemin refused to go without you, repeatedly shaking his head and shoving his fingers into his ears whenever you spoke while the others took that opportunity to slip out to go to the party.

“I wasn’t going to go without you” Jaemin tells you as he decides to grab a bottle of water instead of something to eat, closing the refrigerator door and leaning against it. He takes a sip of the water, staring at you. “You stay, I stay”

You cross your arms over your chest. “You should’ve gone… I feel bad for making you stay here—”

“You’re not making me stay” Jaemin interrupts you, putting the bottle down on the table and stepping forward to cup your cheeks in his hands. “I’m staying because I want to… It’ll be boring without you there anyway”

“No it wont”

“Yes it will” Jaemin argues back, smooching your forehead loudly before he lets his hands drop from your face to walk around you. You remain in your spot, eyes wide and skin hot at the little affection he just gave you. What the hell? You slowly raise your hand, placing it over the area he kissed and you blink, struggling to find your voice and even to move your feet from beneath you.

Jaemin casts a glance at you over his shoulder, brows furrow in confusion but the corner of his lips twitch upwards. Cute. He allows himself to smile, watching as you finally make a movement, turning on the balls of your feet to come over to where he’s standing next to the sofa.

His fingers wrap around your wrist once you’re near, tugging you down with him as he sits. Your body is pressed against his side, his arm loosely hanging around your shoulders, playing with the material of your shirt as his free hand reaches for the TV remote, turning on the TV and searching up Netflix, scrolling through the shows and movies to find something for you both to watch.

You took this moment to really look at him, eyes scanning over his facial features and his outfit for the night. You bite at the inner skin of your cheek to stop you from smiling at the thought of how attractive he looks tonight. He always looks attractive.

The way he carries himself and how confident he seems just radiates attractiveness, his mysterious and quiet persona he shows in public is so different to the cockiness and the talkative side that you are now so familiar with, the way he smiles with his teeth on show makes you feel warm.

“He hasn’t been like this in a while” You recall Jeno telling you a few days ago over lunch. “He’s smiling for real again... I’m happy”

Was there a time where Jaemin didn’t smile? Was there a time where he faked a smile for everyone? The thought of it makes you feel upset and you can’t help but frown, the action not going unnoticed by the boy sitting beside you.

Jaemin doesn’t say anything, but the arm that is loosely draped around your shoulder brings you closer into his side, hand gently smoothing your head, fingertips massaging your scalp and you lean into his touch instinctively.

The lips that press against your temple briefly felt more intimate than it should and you pull back from his embrace, meeting his gaze once you look at him.

“Are you alright?” Jaemin breaks the silence between you both. “What are you thinking about?”

“The party” You lie easily through your teeth. “I still feel bad that you got ready to go and now you’ve changed your plans to stay here with me… you should go”

“Okay” Jaemin sighs and you’re shocked at how easily he gives in, opening your mouth to speak but Jaemin beats you to it. “But only if you come with me”

“What?”

“I’ll go if you go” Jaemin shrugs his shoulders. “I was going because I thought you were going, nobody told me that you weren't until I found out earlier… If I’m going to this party, I want to go with you”

“I can’t” You mutter, embarrassingly looking down at your lap. “He’s going to be there”

“He won’t do anything” Jaemin reassures you. “I’m pretty sure I scared him off the last time you were with him... “

“I know that, it’s just—” You exhale through your nose. “It’s stupid, nevermi—”

“Tell me” Jaemin looks sincere when he says that, eyes big and curious as he nods his head for you to continue. Your heart thumps heavily. “It’s okay, tell me”

“I still get scared to see him” You admit, bashfully ignoring his gaze, finding interest in the striped lines of your shorts. “Feelings and memories come back, it makes me feel sick… I don’t feel like myself when I’m around him, I go quiet and I struggle to move away from him— I feel like I get trapped. I would love to go to this party and have fun with you and the others… but what am I supposed to do when I see him? What if I start panicking or what if something happens—”

“You got me” Jaemin cuts you off and you immediately raise your head to look at him. You blink, breath suddenly caught in the back of your throat as you stare at him in astonishment.

“What?”

“You got me” Jaemin says again with a whisper as he pushes your hair out of your eyes, smiling at you in reassurance when he promised you those three words. You let it replay in your head, repeating the words to yourself before letting it sink in, allowing yourself to believe as a smile creeps onto your own lips.

“I got you”

Jaemin’s fingers wrap tightly around your own as you push your way through the sea of bodies once you enter Sunwoo’s house, holding you close so you wouldn’t accidentally get dragged into the crowd which nearly happens as a girl you recognise from your classes screams your name to great you, her pupils dilated as she propels forward to catch your lips in a messy kiss before turning her attention back to the people around her, throwing her arms up in the air with a joyful yell.

Your mouth drops open in complete shock, staring over your shoulder at the girl as Jaemin continues to tug you through the crowd with a laugh, capturing the little moment in the corner of his eye. He easily guides you through the people, leading you both towards a large lounge area, a wide smile covering your face as you spot your friends sprawled across the chairs.

Miwoo happens to be the first to notice you both as she pulls away from Jeno’s lips, lifting herself hastily out of his lap to skip over towards you, throwing her arms around yours and Jaemin’s shoulders to bring you both into a hug.

“You guys made it!!!” Miwoo cheers loudly, stumbling backwards from the hug but she grasps onto your hard to steady herself as she points at Donghyuck with an evil laugh. “Told you they were going to change their minds!!! You owe me twenty, babyyyy!!!”

“Fuck you” Donghyuck grumbles with a scowl as he digs inside his pocket for his wallet, throwing a twenty down on the table which Miwoo happily snatches up, stuffing the bill inside of her bra before she skips back to Jeno who grins widely, wiggling his brows suggestively as he stares down at her cleavage, leaning forward to smother his face between her breasts.

Haru blows a kiss your way and Renjun nods to acknowledge your arrival, reaching out to grasp Jaemin’s hand in a quick handshake. The greeting reminds you that Jaemin is still holding your hand with his free one and you’re quick to untangle your fingers from his own, walking over to Yangyang, Donghyuck and Shotaro who are laying back against the couch cushions.

Donghyuck remains grumpy over the loss of the bet while Shotaro laughs at Yangyang’s slurred words, covering his mouth as he rolls to his side, unable to control the movements of his body as he uncontrollably laughs. The strong stench of marijuana hits your nose as you sit yourself in their small circle, rolling your eyes as Yangyang’s head rests on your shoulder and his arms slither around your waist.

“How the fuck are you so out of it already?” You ask, frowning deeply as you’re unable to make out Yangyang’s response so you turn to Shotaro, grabbing his chin gently and making him face you to check to see if his eyes are red. “Oh, did you not smoke?”

“Not yet” Shotaro shakes his head with a smile, pointing to Donghyuck who grabs a lighter from his pocket to spark up a joint. “Donghyuck said I can share his”

“You’ve drunk a lot already, though” You state as you feel the warmth on his cheeks. “You’re not really supposed to smoke weed after having too much alcohol, ‘taro… sometimes it can cause you to—”

“I know” Shotaro nods his head in understanding, reaching to grab your hand as it falls from his face. He squeezes it tenderly as he sends you a smile. “I’ll be okay, I promise!! You don’t need to worry about anything. I’m safe with you”

“Aw” You coo softly, heart warm at his words and Shotaro’s smile widens, his thumb drawing patterns on the top of your hand.

“Hey gerrrr uff my grrr” Yangyang’s voice slurs from beside you and the two of you turn your head towards him, his arm flailing outwards to try and push Shotaro’s hand away from yours while the other is still wrapped around your middle, holding you tightly.

You laugh at his slurring, pushing Yangyang’s sweaty bangs out of his face and he hums, a cheesy grin spreading across his lips as he digs his head into your shoulder further, nose brushing against your neck.

You let out a hiss and recoil back as you feel Yangyang’s teeth nip your skin, smacking your hand over the sore area as you stare at him in bewilderment.

Donghyuck lets a puff of smoke escape past his lips as he gawks at Yangyang. “Dude, did you just bite Y/N?” Donghyuck laughs loudly. “You kinky fucker!”

“Shurrrrrup” Yangyang slurs again, trying to go back into the same position he was in but you shake your head, grabbing his face between your hands and his eyes wide slightly before he smiles widely. “Hellooo, babyygrrrl”

“What the fuck have you taken, Yang?” You ask him, noticing how drowsy he actually is and how he’s unable to hold up his own weight. His eyes droop. “Have you been anywhere?”

“A guy came over and gave them a baggy” Shotaro tells you as he gestures to Yangyang and Donghyuck, the latter giving Shotaro a hard look.

“What?” You snap, sending a small glare his way as your motherly instincts kick in. “Who?”

“I don’t know who he is, I’ve never seen him before… I think he might be from a different college” Shotaro explains to you and you sigh, looking back at Yangyang whose eyes are now focused on you, seemingly admiring your features with a small smile. Your attention is brought away from him when Donghyuck calls your name.

“The only person who’s supposed to be selling tonight is Sunwoo” Donghyuck tells you as he takes another hit of his joint before handing it over to Shotaro. “Sunwoo refused to let anyone inside if they were carrying their own shit… you know what he’s like”

“Yeah, I’m aware” You mutter. “I’ll be back”

“No? Wherrrre?” Yangyang pouts, trying his hardest to tighten his grip around you but you easily slip away and push him back down to the couch once he tries to follow you.

“I’ll be back” You repeat, ignoring the way Donghyuck’s worried eyes watch you walk away. You didn’t even notice Jaemin’s eyes on you as you left the lounge area.

Finding your way to the kitchen was easier said than done. You struggle to push through the mass of sweaty and drunk bodies, colliding with almost every you saw and muttering a quick sorry whenever they’d look at you. Some found it funny and even asked you to stay and dance with them but you declined, giving them a fake promise to join them later before rushing off to your destination.

You move through the double doors of the kitchen, entering the wide, back and white marbled room that you know oh so well. You’re not surprised to see it almost full with small groups of people: some drinking, others making drinks, some unable to tear their mouths away from each other while others are unable to tear theirs from a cigarette or a joint.

You step further inside, standing on your tiptoes to see over the heads of people, trying to spot who you were looking for and you almost give up until you see him. Sunwoo leans against the kitchen counter on the far end of the room, dressed in an all black outfit with a black cap fitted on his head, messy curls peeking from beneath. A girl, who you realise is Karina, stands beside him with her hands resting on his arm as she watches him reach behind himself to grab a little baggy that contains white power.

The sultry smile that spreads across Karina’s lips could make anyone fall to their knees but Sunwoo remains unbothered as he holds the baggy in front of her face, waiting for her to take it which she soon does, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek and slipping money into his front pockets before taking the baggy and disappearing out of the back door into his garden.

He’s still the same. You shake your head, heading straight towards him with no hesitations despite your heart beating like crazy and your palms becoming sweaty.

Sunwoo must’ve felt someone approaching him because the second you come near, his head turns to you. He gapes in surprise once his eyes lay on you, his open mouth quickly turning into a wide smile and without any hesitations or awkwardness, he pushes himself off of the counter and scoops you up into a hug for a greeting, squeezing you excitedly.

You’re startled at the sudden friendliness, not expecting him to greet you this way like he usually would’ve when you were dating Eric. You want to blame his behaviour on the drugs that he’s probably already consumed before you arrived when you see the little bags of powder, pre-rolled joints and all sorts of pills that lay behind him on the kitchen counter but, truth be told, you never ended on bad terms with Sunwoo so, realistically, he was allowed to greet you this way.

“Holy shit, you actually came” Sunwoo chuckles and the sound brings you out of your thoughts, and you quickly reciprocate the hug when it dawns on you that you’re standing still. He rocks you both back and forth, seemingly thrilled to have you here.

You part away from him after a few seconds and Sunwoo adjusts the cap on his head as he grins at you. You want to smile back, seeming as though nothing went wrong between you both, but something keeps screaming at you in the back of your mind telling you not to.

“I can’t believe you’re here, I didn’t think you’d come. It’s really good to see you. I don’t see you around that much on campus anymore” Sunwoo babbles at a fast pace as he jumps up on the kitchen counter beside his stash, swinging his legs back and forth like a child as his nimble and quick fingers roll another joint. You’ll forever be fascinated and how fast he could do it. Sunwoo licks at his teeth as he looks up at you. “You look good. Have you changed your hair? You look pretty tonight. Do you want a joint? You can have mine if you want, I won’t charge you”

You almost get whiplash at his sudden change in topics, trying to keep up with his words which are fast and slightly jumbled due to the stuff he’s taken, and you surprise yourself at how easily you can still understand him after not speaking for months.

“I’m good, thanks” You dismiss, shaking your head. “Is there anyone else selling at this party?”

“What?” Sunwoo furrows his brows. “No, it’s just me and my boys. You know that I won’t let anyone come in here with their own shit”

“Some guy sold Donghyuck and Yangyang something… It’s affecting Yangyang”

“Someone sold Hyuck and Yang something?” Sunwoo repeats your words slowly and you nod your head to which Sunwoo giggles at. “Darling, I’ve sold shit to them earlier. I’ve given them—”

“It’s not the joints” You interrupt, eyeing the drugs beside him suspiciously to check if there’s anything odd but your attention is soon focussed on Hyunjin and Felix who come near and grab a few pills, selling it to a few people you fail to recognise and watching as they shove the cash into a money back. You point accusingly at them. “Did you sell anything to Donghyuck and Yangyang tonight?”

Felix’s eyes are wide as he looks between you and Hyunjin before he points at himself. “Me?”

“Both of you. Either of you. Was it one of you?”

Felix frowns. He shakes his head. “No. We haven’t seen them all night”

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, princess, but I’ve been pretty much avoiding that little group of yours since my ex is fucking one of your best friends” Hyunjin smiles sarcastically and you give him the same smile, clearly unimpressed with his tone. “So, no, we haven’t sold them anything”

You turn your head back to Sunwoo to see him already looking at you, rolling another joint for the umpteenth time for the night and sending you a small tight lipped smile as he shrugs his shoulders while Felix walks off, dragging Hyunjin along with him in a hurry.

“I promise, nobody else is selling here… he probably drank too much and smoked a—”

“Oh, hey, you’re here?” That voice. That fucking voice. You didn’t want to turn around and see his face, nor did you want to hear his voice again. You try to focus on the music that plays faintly in the background but you struggle to do so once you see Sunwoo’s face light up as he looks over your shoulder.

You feel his hand gently pat your arm, wanting you to turn around to face him but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it yet, you were glued to the ground.

You try to steady your breathing. In through the nose. You almost flinch as he steps around you to stand in front of you. Your eyes meet his. Out through the mouth.

“Are you okay?” Eric sincerely asks, ducking his head slightly to get a good look at your face. “You haven’t drank too much already, have you? Do you want me to get you some water?”

“I haven’t drank anything” You find your voice. It’s quiet, but you’ve found it. “I’m fine”

“I didn’t expect you to be here tonight”

“Yeah…” You nod your head slowly. “Me neither”

Eric smiles softly while Sunwoo drowns out of the conversation, getting involved in another with a bunch of people who came up to him for one thing and one thing only. Eric reaches out and tugs at your arm as someone barges into you from behind, stumbling over their own feet and slurring an apology as they rush to get out through the backdoor and into the garden.

You go to shrug off his touch but Eric removes his hand before you can do so, shoving his hands into his jean pockets. Sober Eric is so different to drunk Eric. Your heart pangs against your chest as you fully look at him, taking note in his well kept appearance. Why does sober Eric make you feel weird? You didn’t even want to spare one glance at him when he was drunk during Jeno’s party. You try to tear your eyes away from him but you physically can’t.

“I’m glad you’re here, by the way” Eric says and you give him an odd look. Eric grins at that. “I’ve been wanting to talk to you—to apologise, actually”

You gulp. “What for?”

“For being a drunk idiot and making you uncomfortable at Jeno’s” Oh. “I just got too excited seeing you and wasn’t really listening… I was being a little selfish and inconsiderate. I’m sorry I ruined your shirt too”

This wasn’t exactly the apology you were hoping for, but the thought of hearing any sort of apology come from him after everything made it feel as though a small weight has been lifted off of your shoulders. What the hell is happening? You could see how genuine his apology was due to the fact he couldn’t exactly look you in the eyes, fiddling with his fingers and scratching at his nails.

“It’s okay, I forgive you” Why would you do that? “You were drunk, you didn’t mean it… I was a little drunk too so, it’s fine”

Eric nods his head and finally meets your eyes once more, giving you one of his best smiles. You force yourself to smile back, awkwardly rubbing the back of your neck as you watch Eric dig something out of his pocket.

“Since the apology part of this conversation is over and we seem to be on good terms—” Eric pauses, pulling a baggy out of his pocket and holding it high. “How about it, huh? For good old times?”

You stare wide eyed at the two little red heart shaped pills that lay comfortably inside the baggy, past memories instantly coming to light and your chest tightens. You’re reminded of the good parts of the relationship you had with Eric, how you’d both take that exact pill whenever you went to parties together. Why was he showing you this?

Watching him shake the pills out of the baggy makes you want to vomit yet at the same time, you yearn for it. You yearn for that euphoric feeling that came with the drug, nothing but happiness and joy filling your veins and ridding any of the negativity you had but you didn’t want to experience that with Eric again. You didn't want to be anywhere near him when you know it’ll make you melt straight into his touch.

“It’ll be fun” Eric says again once he notices your hesitation. “We used to do this all the time. I promise, it’ll be fun”

“Used to” you manage to find your voice after staring at the happy little pill for so long. “We used to”

Eric hums, nodding in agreement, but still persistent. “But we had fun, right? We loved doing it! That happy feeling… Do it with me?”

You feel disgusted in yourself for hesitating, for second guessing if you wanted to take the pill or not. He outstretches his hand to show you the pills laying flat against his palm. You’ve been in this situation way too many times before to know how this goes. He’ll place the heart shaped pill on his tongue and press his lips to yours, transferring it from his tongue to yours before popping his own pill.

Do you want it? Are you willing to fall right back into his arms once you do it? Even after everything? You’re in disbelief at how conflicted you are and Eric examines your features, a smile spreading across his face as he realises that you’re fighting an inner battle that you’re destined to lose and he goes to lay the pill on his tongue until a hand reaches out in front of you both, startling you.

Jaemin plucks the pill out of Eric’s hands, remaining eye contact with the pink headed boy as he sticks out his own tongue, placing it on the wet muscle before his hand rests on the back of your neck to pull you forwards, mushing your mouth against his and thrusting his tongue between your lips, transferring the pill onto your own tongue with ease. He gives you one last smooch before pulling away from the kiss, popping the remaining pill into his mouth.

Eric stares at you both with wide eyes in complete and utter shock at the scene that just played in front of him, his hands dropping to his sides and his fists clenched as Jaemin refuses to lose eye contact with him, annoyance clearly seen on his face.

You’re without a doubt shocked but turned on by Jaemin’s little act, swallowing the pill with an impressed grin and you’re quick to grab ahold of his arm to drag him away from Eric whose jaw tightens as he watches you both leave the kitchen, shaking his head in disbelief as he turns towards Sunwoo who was already watching, brows raised in surprise.

“What the hell was that about?” You quiz as soon as you are out of their sight, fighting the urge to blush as he takes his arm from your grasp to throw it over your shoulder, fingertips playing with the ends of your hair. He doesn’t answer, so you call out his name. “Jae?”

“Been watching you for a while, saw how uncomfortable you were” Jaemin shrugs nonchalantly. “I told you, didn’t I? I got you”

“Yeah, yeah, you got me”

“Plus, I wanted to show him”

You raise a brow. “Show him what?”

Jaemin turns his head to look at you, a smirk slithering it’s way onto his lips as his eyes roam over your face. He bites down on his bottom lip. “Show him what he’s missing out on, baby”

That damn fucking pet name. Fuck the crowd. Your lurch forward to meet his lips and Jaemin laughs but places his palm on your cheek, deepening the kiss while struggling to guide you back to the lounge area so you decided to remain still, ignoring the other bodies around you who are either in the same position or dancing to the music that blasts from the speakers.

You melt into Jaemin’s touch, fingers gripping the necklace that dangles from his neck to bring him as close to you as you possibly could. Groups of people holler around you, whistling and shouting your names but neither of you part away from each other, continuing to let your lips mold together and get lost in each other as if nobody else was around.

You feel happy.

That’s the word you will describe yourself as right now, surrounded by your loving friends, dancing freely to the music that blasts from the speakers, enjoying the presence of other people around you who are in the exact same position. They are happy.

Your vision is slightly blurry, but you can just make out the faces of your friends and the bright neon lights that flash from above. You lean your head back to stare up at the lights in utter awe, it was a pretty sight to see.

Jeno’s arm flings around your shoulder to capture your attention and you dizzily look at him, noticing that his pupils are double in size and you are most definitely certain yours look the same, so does Miwoo’s who hangs off of his arm, swaying and mouthing the lyrics to the song you struggle to hear properly.

Haru and Renjun stand beside them, their bodies moving together to the music, Renjun’s hands digging into Haru’s hips to hold her close while her own run down his chest and over his arms. Renjun’s teeth bite down on his bottom lip as Haru rubs against him, quickly bringing her in for a kiss.

Donghyuck, Yangyang and Jaemin smoke together on your other side, laughing with each other over the smallest of things while Shotaro dances with Yeji, making sure to hold her tight as he dips her down before pulling her back up with a giddy smile.

Everyone is so happy.

Your attention is brought to Jeno and Miwoo when you feel them move, giggling as you watch them lock lips in front of you messily. You make a noise of complaint when you feel Jeno’s arm tighten around your shoulders, making the pair split apart from each other and look at you. You feel as though everything is going in slow motion as Miwoo nears you, a smile playing on her face as she leans in to kiss your lips softly.

Jeno gasps at the sight, slapping the palm of his hand over his mouth as he watches Miwoo kiss you, small giggles leaving you both, unaware of the audience watching you. Haru, being used to this kind of behaviour from you both, cups her hands over her mouth and hollers loudly while Renjun laughs.

Jaemin seems amused as he watches, licking his own lips and Donghyuck and Yangyang stare at you in shock, mouth wide open as they struggle to form a correct sentence. Miwoo parts from you, struggling to hold herself up as she laughs loudly and you’re unable to stop your giggling, almost tumbling backwards but Jeno’s quick to stop you both from crashing down.

Miwoo looks between you and Jeno for a few seconds, eyelids fluttering as she tries to focus on you both before she smirks, placing one hand on the back of your head and the other on the back of Jeno’s before pushing your heads together.

Jeno’s eyes drift from Miwoo’s to yours and down to your lips, not showing any uncertainty in kissing you while you, despite not being the most sober person in the room, feel a little hesitant in joining the three-way-kiss that Miwoo so desperately wants but you reacted a second too late, already feeling Jeno’s lips brush against your own.

Jeno’s tongue glides against your bottom lip and Miwoo’s plays with yours. You’re certain that the position the three of you are in looks odd and unattractive, but feeling their touch and their hot and heavy breath hitting your skin makes you no longer care about the others watching, that’s until you are reminded of who’s standing near.

You pull away almost immediately, unable to control your laughter which Jeno and Miwoo ignore as they get lost in each other's embrace, almost tripping over your own feet as you turn around to face the boys who are already looking at the three of you.

Donghyuck looks like he wants to join Jeno and Miwoo, his hands twitching as his sides and Yangyang stares directly at you, wanting to pounce and kiss you stupid which it seems like he was about to do but he gets blocked by Jaemin who takes a few strides forward, bending down to throw you over his shoulder, his hand holding down your skirt so you wouldn’t flash anyone as he carries you away from the crowd.

Everyone’s eyes are on you. They’re watching you both, some in shock and others in amusement. The majority of the party don’t even recognise what exactly is going on and they don’t realise who you are… but some do, a few of them do. They know exactly who you both are, and they’re not happy.

The journey to wherever Jaemin was taking you was a blur, you couldn’t comprehend where the hell you were while hanging upside down on Jaemin’s shoulder. You uncontrollably laughed all the way, gasping and pinching the back of his thighs whenever he teases you about dropping you.

His hand still held your skirt down securely, glaring at anyone who had dared to look at your bare legs for too long or even tried to peek up your skirt. Jaemin almost kicked a guy who tried to reach out and touch your skin, wanting to join in on the fun.

Jaemin gently places you down on the ground once you’ve reached your destination and you balance your giddy self on the wall, looking around to notice you were in a bathroom. Sunwoo’s bathroom. You giggle as you catch your reflection in the mirror, extending your arm out to touch the glass but it drops to your side once you hear the bathroom door lock.

“Did you lock us in here?” The way your voice sounds sends shivers down Jaemin’s spine and he grins, his eyes dark as he slowly nods his head. You smile, fingers toying with the material of his shirt as you pull him towards your body, looking up at him oh so innocently. “What are you going to do to me?”

“I want to punish you” Jaemin speaks so lowly, voice deep and scary. He kisses your lips slowly but he pulls back before he allows himself to get lost in it. “But I also want to make you feel good”

The grin remains on Jaemin’s face as he lifts up your skirt, fingers toying with the elastic strap of your underwear before he drags the material down your legs while dropping to his knees on the harsh floor as you sit up on the bathroom countertop, hands stroking your thighs up and down. You try to control your erratic breathing, swallowing a lump in your throat as you watch him slowly inch forward and lick a clean strip between your folds.

Your body jerks at the action, mind swirling with excitement and a giggle makes its way past your lips at the way Jaemin stares at your exposed pussy. His mouth waters and he’s afraid that he’ll start dribbling. His cock grows hard in his pants and it becomes so uncomfortable that he’s considering taking them off but all he wants to do right now is dive between his girl's legs and devour her pretty little pussy.

Jaemin pauses for a moment. My girl? His eyes meet yours as he lifts his head upwards, taking in your appearance and the giddy smile that’s on your face. Yeah. My girl.

His attention focuses on your pussy as he leans forward again to press a kiss to your lower lips, tongue darting out to taste you. Your fingers thread through his hair as he laps at your slit, gasps leaving your lips and your hips bucking at his touch. His hands grip your thighs again to throw them over his shoulders, locking him in place as you cross your ankles behind his head.

The sounds of your cries and him lapping at your folds fill the room, your fingers tugging his locks as his tongue flicks over your bud of nerves. He grunts whenever you pull his hair, the sound sending vibrations to your core and you slump back against the mirror, head thrown back in bliss. You struggle to hold back the loudness of your voice, your head spinning as the wonders of his tongue makes your body burn and your eyes shut tightly. The band in your stomach snaps and you cry out as he gathers all your juices on his tongue, continuing to suckle and lick at the mess you both have created.

“Who the fuck is in the bathroom?!” A voice yells from outside the door, fists banging against the wood. Jaemin doesn’t let up on his antics despite the person on the other side of the door kicking up a storm, cursing and threatening to fight whoever is fucking around in the bathroom where they're desperate to pee.

You squeal, gripping the strands of Jaemin’s hair as the oversensitivity hits you, trying to pull him away from you core but Jaemin is much stronger than you, hands gripping your thighs to keep him in place between your trembling legs.

His tongue circles your clit, sliding down to prod at your entrance all while staring up at you, relishing in your broken down moans and cries. His scalp burns from the immense amount of times you’ve ripped at his hair, your weak attempt to get him off of you but he would not stop.

The person on the other side of the door left once hearing your noises, grumbling about having to piss outside in the cold. Neither of you cared, too engrossed in the pleasure to care about another person's needs.

“Too much!! Too much, Jae!!” You mewl, tears streaming down your cheeks as Jaemin continues to eat you out as if he’s been starved for weeks, securing his hands around your thighs to keep them locked around his head. The way your body shakes only eggs him on further, licking and sucking as much as he could to make you gush on his tongue again.

You scream once you come undone on his tongue, body convulsing at the feeling of him lapping up everything you gave him. He shrugs your legs off of his shoulders to stand, your legs feeling like jelly and your breath coming out in short pants but he doesn’t even allow you to recover as he’s already yanking you off of the countertop.

You get dizzy at the speed Jaemin spins you around, his hands roaming down your back and over your hips before resting on your ass, squeezing tightly. Your palms lay flat against the countertop, eyeing Jaemin’s reflection in the mirror and you feel hot under his gaze, the way he stares down at your body with that cocky smirk makes your heart thump wildly in your chest.

You watch as he unbuckles his belt and unbuttons his pants, ready to pull them down his legs but Jaemin freezes, eyes wide as he stares at nothing but it makes you grow nervous. You stand up straight, twisting your body around to face him and you cup his cheek with your hand, grabbing his attention.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t have a condom…”

You wanted to cry. You can feel the tears of frustration starting to build. You’re horny. You want Jaemin to rail you so hard against the bathroom counter that you’ll forget to walk later on. Jaemin seems to be having the same inner dilemma, his hard cock desperate to be let free from the confinements of his clothes.

You lick at your lips. “Just fuck me”

His eyes flicker to yours, they darken. “What?”

“Fuck. Me” You speak slower this time. “Fuck the condom… just fuck me”

Jaemin doesn’t need to be told twice, nodding his head frantically without even thinking about anything else, eager to be inside of you.

Once you’re spun back around, forearms leaning on the countertop and back arching, Jaemin steps behind you with his pants and boxers pooling around his ankles. You meet his gaze in the mirror when his hands rest on your hips as he pushes himself slowly into you, the head of his cock entering your sensitive core.

You wail, the feeling of him bare inside you sends something hot in the pit of your stomach and you grip the bathroom countertop from the burn of oversensitivity, unable to keep yourself upright as Jaemin continues to ease his big cock inside of you.

His eyes roll to the back of his head once your ass is against his pelvis, flesh against flesh. You struggle to grasp for something, anything, but you’re only met with a few bottles aftershave and tubes of toothpaste.

Seeing your problem, Jaemin takes it upon himself to grab your arms and pull them behind your back, holding them tightly as he pummels inside you at a speed you couldn’t comprehend, your head lolling downwards with incoherent sounds spilling from your lips as he fucks you dumb.

Grunts and groans leave Jaemin each time he pounds into you and you involuntary squeeze around him, his bangs laying messily against his sweaty forehead and he struggles to meet your eyes in the mirror. Your mouth hangs open, wheezing short and quick breaths, unable to let out another noise as your eyes roll to the back of your head.

Jaemin chuckles so evilly, slamming his hips faster and his cock rubs against your walls. Your body buzzes with numbness, your cheek resting flat against the countertop as you allow him to do whatever he wants.

“Baby~” He hums teasingly, pulling your body upwards by your arms and wrapping his own around your middle once your back presses against his chest to keep you upright. Your head slumps back on his shoulder, your fucked out expression sends tingles straight down to his cock. He whispers nothing but filth in your ear as his hips thrust brutally, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the room, completely overtaking his hoarse moans.

With a few frantic and sharp thrusts, Jaemin stills as his cum paints your inner walls, a hiss leaving his lips as your pussy clamps around him. You coo at the warmth that spreads down below, feeling his cum leak out of your pussy as he fills you to the brim, trickling down your thighs and pooling to the floor.

Jaemin’s breathing heavily, gently kissing your shoulders and your neck to help calm down your shaking body, his hands massaging your sides and your stomach, rubbing soothing circles into the skin.

You regain your vision once you feel his fingers rub the tops of your thighs, meeting his gaze in the mirror and you give him a tired smile, completely relaxing into his embrace but you tense a little when his teeth snag at your earlobe, grabbing your attention.

“Don’t ever kiss Jeno again”

“I feel like death. I want to die” Miwoo groans as she waddles into the living room the next morning, dressed in one of Jeno’s oversized hoodies and a pair of sweats. She plonks herself down on the loveseat, folding herself in half and cuddling the cushion with a whine. “Everything hurts… feels like my insides are about to fall out of every hole in my body”

“I don’t even remember getting back home” You admit, trying to recall the events of last night but you sigh as nothing comes to mind, looking down at Jaemin who’s laying between your legs on the sofa, head resting on your stomach as he sleeps soundly.

“We all walked back here at, like, four in the morning” Haru tells you, covering her mouth to yawn before digging herself further into Renjun’s arms, his fingers gently playing with her hair. “Apparently there was a big fight after we left and Sunwoo kicked everyone out”

“Aw, shit… I hope somebody recorded that” Miwoo pouts, changing her position on the loveseat with a huff, rubbing her hand across her stomach as she looks over at you. She smiles cheekily. “You seemed to have a lot of fun last night”

“Don’t remind me” You groan but you can’t help but laugh at the situation. “That was your faul—”

“Oh, I’m not talking about the three-way-kiss” Miwoo shakes her head, grinning madly. “I’m talking about you and Jaemin going upstairs to fuck, which, by the way, everyone saw”

You couldn’t speak. You couldn’t think properly. All you wanted was the ground to swallow you up immediately. You slap your hands over your face in pure embarrassment and stupidity while Miwoo, Haru and Renjun laugh at your misfortune, clearly finding it utterly comical how you had managed to do something so stupid.

Rule number two: No telling anyone. Don’t make it public. You’ve broken it, that’s exactly what you both had done. You begin to have hope that people were too out of it to realise what you and Jaemin had done but the image of him kissing you displayed itself in your mind. In front of everyone. In front of Eric.

“Fuck” You curse at yourself, dropping your hands to your sides and looking down at Jaemin, chewing harshly on your bottom lip as you try to think of a solution to possibly save both of your asses from embarrassment but nothing comes to mind, especially when you’re reminded of the conversation you had with Jaemin previously before.

He wants to be exclusive fuck buddies. He wants to just fuck you. He wants to be touchy and teasing in public. He said he would wait for you to be comfortable enough to become exclusive, that he wouldn’t force you into anything. Well, you’re not being forced… and you must be comfortable enough with him considering you initiated a few of the public kisses yesterday… Maybe you are ready?

You tear your eyes away from Jaemin as you hear a sound, spotting a very hungover and tired looking Jeno who trudges into the living room, wearing just a pair of plaid pajama pants and his hair sticking out in every direction possible, glasses almost sliding off of his nose.

He easily scoops up Miwoo in his arms and she grunts at the sudden movement but she relaxes her body once Jeno sits down in the loveseat with her on his lap, cuddling her into his chest.

Renjun snorts. “You look like shit”

“I feel like it” Jeno mumbles, not even taking Renjun’s slight insult to heart as he yawns, running his fingers through his locks to try and tame it. A sigh flies past his lips. “I hate to admit it, but I think that was the best party I’ve ever been to. Sunwoo throws some good parties but last night definitely topped every single one”

“You know, for it to be a Yeeun and Sunwoo party, I don’t think I saw Yeeun once” Haru states, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion. “Was she even there?”

“Apparently she stayed out in the back garden’s pool all night getting high and being dared to skinny dip” Miwoo picks at her chipped nail polish with a scowl. “She even asked Jeno to join her”

“Good think I stayed inside” Jeno grins, his eyebrows wiggling suggestively as he looks between you and Miwoo. “I would’ve missed out on all the action”

You flip him off just as Miwoo slaps his chest, making Jeno hiss out in pain and caress the sore area. Haru and Renjun appear amused at the situation, staring at you all with smirks on their faces which make you want to roll your eyes and flip them off too but the movement between your legs grabs your attention.

Jaemin’s awake now, his head still resting on your stomach and he keeps his position in between your legs beneath the blanket but he moves slightly to stare over at Jeno. You crane your head down to try and read his facial expression but with the hard look in his eyes, you’re unable to.

Jeno meets his gaze and he coughs to clear his throat, dropping his arm from his chest and points at the blanket that wraps around you both, hoping to change the subject. “Why did you both sleep in the living room?”

“Donghyuck, Shotaro and Yangyang are spooning in my bed” You explain, stretching out your limbs as Jaemin finally moves, letting out a yawn as he stands up from the comfort of your embrace, quietly excusing himself to go to the bathroom.

Unbeknownst to you, your friends share a look with each other as you get up from the sofa and make your way into the kitchen, holding your stomach as it grumbles, desperate to be fed with something greasy and delicious that you sadly don’t have in your refrigerator.

Haru is the one that suggests you both take a trip down into town to grab a few burgers and Miwoo offers to tag along. Renjun and Jeno decide to stay here and the three of you head to your rooms to get yourself ready and you snort as you enter your room, seeing Shotaro shoved in between Yangyang and Donghyuck, the three sleeping peacefully while holding each other.

You grab a fresh pair of underwear along with your jeans and a shirt, deciding it’ll be safer to change inside the bathroom where Jaemin stands, staring at the hot water that spouts from the showerhead with a blank expression but once he turns to look over his shoulder and spots you, a soft smile creeps onto his lips.

You get ready in front of him while explaining the plan and Jaemin nods along, sharing a few kisses with you here and there whenever he’s able to duck his head down and capture your lips. He offers to come with you after his shower but you shake your head, letting him know that the rest of the boys are staying and that he should spend as much time in the shower as he wants instead of rushing to which, reluctantly, he agrees.

“Don’t be long” Jaemin tells you between tender kisses, cupping your cheeks in his hands. “I’ll kick the boys out of your bed once you get back so we can go in there and binge watch a show or something”

You snort. “Good luck with that, they’ll probably want to join”

The corner of Jaemin’s mouth twitches upwards just as he presses another kiss to your lips. “I’ll lock the door”

Your mouth waters at the smell of freshly made burgers, the signs that hang on the wall makes your stomach growl louder and you can’t help but buzz in excitement when you notice that the waiting line isn’t that long.

Miwoo stands beside you, wide eyes scanning over the menu and whispering lowly to herself about how this would be the second best thing shoved inside of her mouth to which Haru smacks the back of her head with a laugh.

You let Haru and Miwoo do all the talking once it’s time to order, only speaking up when they had forgotten or to add something extra in case you were all still hungry later on.

“That spicy burger looks amazing” Miwoo almost drools as she watches her food being wrapped up. She tugs on Haru’s arm excitedly. “Look at it!! I’m going to cream my pa—“

“Miwoo” You hiss her name, punching her shoulder in warning as customers look at your friend in disgust. She shrugs, completely unbothered by her own words and she continues to jump up and down. Haru remains unbothered too, allowing Miwoo to jump and rag her around without complaints. Her patience is unreal.

The three of you hand in your money for the food, not letting the other be the only one to pay after a few minutes of arguing about it. Haru, being the sweetest one ever, wanted to pay for them all but you refused, shaking your head quickly and not even allowing her to negotiate while Miwoo already had the money in her hands, ready to hand it over at any time.

“Are you three arguing over food again?” A familiar voice chuckles from your left. You all face the person that belongs to the voice, a wide smile spreading across each of your lips as you spot Johnny standing a few steps away from you with an unfamiliar boy at his side. “Why am I not surprised?”

Haru’s the first to react, greeting Johnny with a handshake and even patting the boy on the shoulder. Miwoo happily gives Johnny a hug and he ruffles her hair, only to get slapped and cursed at afterwards.

“Oh, guys! This is Hendery!” Haru introduces the handsome guy as Johnny wraps his arms around you for a hug. Hendery waves shyly. “He’s the new worker at the shop. The guy that broke his toe quit and Hendery happened to apply at the right time”

“You” Miwoo jabs her finger at Hendery’s chest and he blinks in shock, opening his mouth to speak but he ends up stuttering, so he closes it instead. Miwoo eyes him up. “You are one attractive guy. Damn!”

Hendery’s cheeks flush red. “Oh. Thank you”

“She has a boyfriend” Johnny tells him before he could get any ideas, harshly flicking Miwoo in the forehead with his freshly painted nails and she yelps, cradling the area with a frown.

“I’m looking at him respectfully!!” She glares at Johnny before her gaze softens at Hendery. “Plus, Jeno said I can look… I just can’t touch without him”

Hendery’s eyes almost bulge out of his head as he repeats her words. “T-touch?”

“Ignore her” Haru shoos Miwoo away and she giggles, looping her arm with yours as she leans into your side. Haru starts a conversation with the two while you and Miwoo quietly bicker back and forth. You pinch her side whenever she starts suggestively waving or winking at Hendery, making him lose his focus on Haru and turning him into a flustered mess which brings joy to Miwoo.

She pesters you to join in but you refuse, not wanting to make Hendery uncomfortable but she teasingly pokes your boob when he looks your way and he almost trips over his own feet. Miwoo cackles at his reaction while you whack her hands away from your body, trying to stifle your own laughter.

“Fuck, I need to go to the bathroom” Miwoo says between laughing, pushing her takeout bag into your hands before rushing off in the direction of the restaurants bathroom. You chuckle as you watch her nearly ram herself into customers by tripping over her own shoes, apologising quickly before disappearing around the corner.

You look over at Haru whos still in conversation with Johnny and Hendery, and you allow them their privacy as you step to the side, grabbing your phone out of your pocket to send a quick text message to the groupchat to let them know that you’ll be back a few minutes later than planned, having a instant response from Donghyuck who threatens to beat your ass if any of the food comes back cold.

“You’re not her, you know” You hear someone state behind you. You scrunch your brows in confusion, wondering if the statement was directed towards you and you turn your head to see Mia, one of your classmates, standing behind you while a smug look on her face as she stares right at you.

“Excuse me…?”

“You’re not her” Mia repeats again and you start to feel yourself grow a little frustrated, sighing as your tongue pokes at your cheek in annoyance.

“Not who?”

“Eunbin. Jaemin’s ex-girlfriend” Your body instantly tenses at the name, the look of annoyance dropping from your face as you stare at her with a blank expression, unable to pick the right emotion to show despite feeling everything at once. Mia looks pleased with your reaction, a slight evil smile on her face. “Everyone saw you both at that party… You’ll never be her”

“I don’t want to be her” You manage to find your voice, holding your head high. “She’s his ex for a reason, right?”

“It doesn’t matter, she’s more than you will ever be” The cockiness in Mia’s voice makes your fists clench. You’re unsure why her words are affecting you so easily. “It seems like you’re just fucking him… so I guess you’re his fuck toy, right? You’re just filling the void she created when she left… I bet he’ll throw you away and forget about you when she comes back”

You blink. “Come back?”

“Oh, he didn’t tell you?” Mia fake pouts as she pulls her phone out from her bag, tapping on the screen a few times before turning it towards you. You’re scared to look, but you finally muster the courage to tear your eyes away from Mia to look at her phone.

It showed Eunbin’s instagram story, a girl you have never seen before but her beauty makes you starstruck. She grins widely at the camera, holding a plane ticket in her hands with the caption saying: ‘going home soon!’. Your heart plummets to your stomach and Mia snatches the phone away, shoving it back into her bag.

“I feel bad” She fakes her sympathy. “I bet you thought you meant more to him… how sad”

“We’re not together” You speak monotone, eyes darting to hers. “He’s not my boyfriend. We’re just sleeping together, it doesn’t mean anything”

“Good” Mia smirks as she adjusts her bag on her shoulder, getting ready to walk off and leave this conversation behind but she stops walking as her shoulder brushes against yours as she comes past, leaning close to your ear as she whispers. “Jaemin and Eunbin never ended on bad terms”

You struggle to come up with anything, feeling useless as you can only stand still and watch Mia walk away proudly, leaving you alone. Your hands are clammy and they shake slightly, the sound of the takeout bags rustling and your loud heartbeat echoing in your ears, drowning out any other sound in the restaurant.

You couldn’t understand why you’re reacting this way or why her words were affecting you so much. Your head hurts and you desperately want to leave but you didn’t want to make a scene. There was only one thing repeating itself in your mind and you desperately tried to let it go, trying to block the question out with something else, trying hard to distract yourself but the question kept coming back.

Who was Eunbin and what the fuck happened between her and Jaemin?

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Jealousy /// Tamaki x Male Reader (18+)

Click HERE to read Fem version 

Request: Could I request a oneshot for Tamaki and his bunny. Super jealous Tamaki showing you how much he loves you and fucks you, but maybe some voyeurism? So either someone watching on purpose or by accident?

A/N: I love his quirk way too much, it is borderline obsession. Also, I am so happy you requested this because voyeurism is one of my top ten kinks.

tags/warnings: Explicit sexual content, Accidental voyeurism, tentacles, jealous Tamaki, throat fucking, mentions of gun violence, He/Him pronouns

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“Amajiki, I‘m fine I promise. There is no need to rush over here, everything is already taken care of.” You assure your frantic fiancé over the phone. 

It was just your luck to be caught up in a gas station robbery, thankfully Kirishima had been around and took care of the villain but convincing your boyfriend that everything was fine was proving to be impossible.

“Stay there, I’ll be there in less than ten minutes.” He said with his hero voice. He had been working with FatGum for a few years now to strengthen his heart so he could speak his mind. While it can be annoying when he ordered you around, you loved that he was finally becoming more comfortable in his role as a hero. 

You caved, “Alright baby I won’t go anywhere, but I need to hang up, the police want to get my statement.” 

“Don’t hang up” He begged, “Just put me on speaker, I’ll keep quiet.” 

“Amajiki,” You whine, not wanting him to hear your statement. If he knew the full extent of what happened in the robbery he would flip. 

“Please Bunny, I need to make sure you are safe until I get ther-”

The phone was yanked from your hand. You whipped your head around to confront the offender only to come face to chest with Kirishima. He held your phone up to his ear, his signature simile decorating his face. 

“Hey Suneater, how is it going?” He paused for a few seconds, “Yeah, nothing happened only a petty criminal trying to rob the clerk. I didn’t even need to go full unbreakable to take them down. Don’t worry I made sure he didn’t get hurt.” 

Kirishima let out a booming laugh, “I figured you were already on your way, don’t worry I will keep him at my side until you get here. No need to thank me, that is what friends are for. Alright, I will see you soon.”

Kirishima hung up your phone and handed it back to you. 

He raised his hand behind his head, “Sorry I hijacked your call, that wasn’t very manly.” 

You wave your hand, “Don’t worry about it, the police need my statement anyways.” 

“Oh, don’t worry I already took care of that, do you want to sit with me until Suneater arrives?” He gestures to the small bench near the sidewalk. 

You shrug your shoulders, “That would be great thank you Kiri- I mean Red Riot.” 

He smiled, showing his sharp teeth, “You can call me whatever is easier, I still call SunEater Tamaki all the time.” 

You both sit down on the small bench, you were practically sitting in his lap with how small the bench was but he didn’t seem to mind. 

“I am happy I was there to stop the robbery, normally I don’t get to take on smaller criminals. Though imagine my shock when I spotted him with his arm around your neck.”

You snort, “Imagine the shock the robber felt seeing you behind him.” 

“Man looked ready to turn himself in on the spot,” Kirishima winced, “I almost felt bad about how scared he looked until I saw the gun pointed at your head.” 

You nodded, “It was a pretty big gun, we probably shouldn’t tell Amajiki about that.” 

A warm familiar hand wrapped around your shoulder, “You shouldn’t tell me what?” 

You twist your head around and almost slam your face into Amajiki’s. He was glistening with sweat and he was breathing heavy but you didn’t care. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in close. As much as you had protested him leaving work to be with you, you had to admit it felt wonderful to have him near. 

“Ah, hey Suneater, we were just talking about the robbery. He was pretty lucky I arrived in time, the scene was starting to get pretty rough.”

You drag your thumb across your neck trying to signal Kirishima to shut up but the word vomit did not stop spewing out of his mouth. 

“I mean I walk in there and the dude had taken him hostage and I am thinking to myself aw man this could go really bad. So I used that one technique you taught me, you know the one that makes me grow a few inches. The villain almost fainted, not very manly if you ask me. Thankfully your boyfriend acted quick and got out of his reach before he came to his senses.” 

Amajiki’s arm grew tighter around you as Kirishima continued his story. 

“At first he was not going to call you, he said he didn’t want to interrupt you at work, but I figured you would want to hear about this.” 

“Yes, thank you Red Riot.” Amajiki said curtly. “Would you mind giving me a few minutes alone with him, I want to make sure he is ok.” 

Kirishima lifted his hands, “Of course, I’ll go finish up my report if you need me.” 

With a bright smile, Kirishima stood up from the small bench and left you alone with Amajiki. You flash him a nervous smile, “Hey baby, thank you for coming.” 

He sat down on the bench next to you, taking the spot where Kirisima used to be, “Of course Bunny, I will always come when you need me.” 

You lean your body over to rest your head on his shoulder, just sitting next to him was helping you finally calm down. 

“What was Kirishima and you talking about before I got here?” 

You tense, “Oh, um, nothing really, he was telling me about the new move you taught him.” You look down at your hands and play with your fingers. There is no way in hell you are telling him about a gun being pointed at your head. He would definitely find a way to blame himself. 

“Hm. Then why did I hear you say to Kirishima not to tell me something? Is anything going on between the two of you that I don’t know about?” Amajiki’s voice grew deeper than you had ever heard it. His shoulders usually slumped in submission were pushed back revealing his full height. 

You shake your head, “Nope, nothing important.” 

Two large warm hands cradled your face. Amajiki looked at your face for a few seconds before lifting you off the bench and into his arms. You tried to protest but the look on his face stopped the words from leaving. He had never looked so determined before. 

He walks right past the police barricade and into the taped-off gas station. 

“Amajiki! Where are you going?” You wiggle to get free of his hold but he only tightened his arms around you. 

“This won’t take long but we need some privacy.” He walked through the trashed isles to the back of the store and used one slim tentacle to open the door to a storage room. He kicks the thick door shut behind him. Only a small sliver light illuminated the room from the window in the door.

Amajiki gently sets you down on a stack of boxes and crosses his arms over his chest.

“Why are we back here?” You look around the small storage room and there was not much, only a few stacks of boxes and crates.

“I want you to tell me what you and Kirishima were talking about.” 

“I-I already told you it was nothing important, can’t we just drop it?”  

Amajiki shook his head, “N-No, I want to talk about that.” 

“Why, I already told you it was nothing importa-” 

His fist clench,  “B-Becasue it is important to me.” Despite his stern appearance, his lower lip quivered, “Why are you and him keeping secrets from me?” 

A tight fist crashes your, heart, “Oh no baby that is not it at all.” You stand up and take his head into your hands, “We were talking about what happened during the robbery, that’s all.” 

“If that was it, why didn’t you tell me? You still aren’t telling me!” He wrapped his hands around your wrists and pulls them off his face. He didn’t let go of your wrists, instead, he held your hands down in front of you. 

You let out a long breath, “I was trying to not freak you out.” 

He looked at you expectantly and you finally caved, “The robber kind of held a gun to my head during the robbery.” 

Amajiki face remained neutral but his grip on your wrists said everything. “They held a gun to your head.” He said, his voice strained. 

You give a small nod, “Only for a few seconds though. Kirishima did a great job stopping anything from happening.” You quickly reassure. 

In seconds Amajiki deflated. He rested his body on one of the small crates behind him and released your wrists to bury his head in his hands. 

“I am the worst, I am so sorry Bunny. I got so jealous when I saw you and him sitting so close and my mind jumped to the worst conclusion. Then when I heard you say not to tell me I grew even more jealous.” 

He looked up at your, his eyes glistening with unshed tears, “I didn’t even think about how you would be feeling or that something went wrong during the robbery. I am sorry Bunny.” 

You rush forward and pull him into your arms, “I could never be mad at you Amajiki. I am sorry for trying to keep secrets from you I didn’t think about how that could hurt your feelings. Plus it was kind of hot hearing how you got jealous.” 

His eyes widened in shock, “W-What do you mean?” 

You smile, rubbing your hand under his chin, “I thought it was hot that you got jealous of Kirishima. Want to have make-up sex? I hear it is the best.” 

His entire body was shaking under you, his bulge already growing from your words. 

“H-Here?” 

You don’t bother saying yes, instead, you kiss your way down his neck. 

“B-Bunny there are people outside.” 

You bite down on his neck, holding the skin for a few seconds and then let go. “So what? Kirishima said they were almost finished collecting evidence.” Your mouth returns to his neck. 

“B-But what if someone does come back here?” 

“Then you say you were comforting me and wanted some privacy, easy.” You say in between kisses. 

“T-This isn’t a good idea-ah” His voice cracks as you lower yourself to your knees. You had to get his thoughts to focus on you. 

“I have been wanting you in my mouth since you got here.” You purr, working his fly undone. 

“Really?” He asked excitedly, the anxiety of being caught now on the backburner. 

You smile, “Yeah baby, I crave you.” 

His shoulders relax down for the first time since he arrived. He looked down at you with wide eyes, waiting to see what you had planned. 

Not wanting him to wait any longer you pop open the button on his pants letting his cock spring free. You smirk at the sight. His poor cock was nearly purple at the head, just begging for your touch. You wrap one of your hands around the thick base of his cock and use the other to tug his pants down the rest of the way. 

He let out small moans as your hand tightened around his cock, holding his steady. You loved him like this, still nervous and flustered. It would not be long until he grew bold enough to take over so you have to get your fix in quick. 

Opening your mouth wide you suck his tip into your mouth making sure to tease his sensitive glands with your tongue. You had long given up trying to get all of him in your mouth it was impossible but his tentacles more than made up for it. 

There was nothing better than when he fell so deep into his lust that he started using his quirk. So far his tentacles were the clear winner but you both loved experimenting with different traits. 

You relax the muscles in your jaw and slowly push your head down to take more of him. His cock was so hard and pulsed in your mouth with each heartbeat. He sucked in a sharp intake of air as you sink even lower, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. 

You loved the feel of him in your mouth and the soft whines he gave as you played. It was intoxicating. 

You drag your mouth up making sure to move your hand in time with your mouth to double the stimulation. Back at his tip, you circle your tongue around the head, teasing it while your hand pumped. His hands reached down to push at your shoulders. 

"Wait, ah fuck Bunny." He whines as you close your lips and suck. 

"Wait, please, this isn't how I want this to go," He tries to tug you away from his cock but you were determined. You swat his hand away and reach down to cup his balls. His hips involuntary thrust up sending his cock to the back of your throat. You barely stop yourself from gaging at the sudden invasion. 

"Oh my god Bunny I am so sorry!"  Amajiki bucks his hips back sliding his dick back out of your mouth but you look up at him, your eyes full of mischief. 

"Do it again." 

"W-What?" His entire face grows cherry red. 

"Thrust up like that again but a little slower." You order, putting your mouth back on his cock. The feeling of him slowly losing control was addicting. You relax your throat muscles and wait for him to comply. 

Hesitantly he lifts his hips and slowly starts fucking your throat. You try to fall into a rhythm, with him moving his hips all you had to focus on was your teeth and relaxing. 

"Ah fuck, I love your mouth," He groans, "You are perfect." 

You preen at the praise, he was the sweetest man you had ever been with. He always made sure to tell you how much he loved you, never wanting you to doubt his feelings. 

As he grew closer to his finish his thrusts grew less gentle and soon he was thrusting up in your mouth while holding the back of your head. 

"Ah god, you are mine." He growled, "All mine Bunny don't you ever forget that. I won't ever let you go." 

As you slowly drifted off into your lust he grew more and more confident in his role. His cock now hitting the back of your throat with each thrust. He watched his cock disappear into your mouth over and over again, loving the small tears that gathered in the corners of your eyes. You always were so perfect for him, always made sure to put him first. He would never let you out of his grasp and would fight anyone, even his friends, to make sure you stayed his. 

You watch his head fall back, now only able to see his neck as a low groan left his lips. Seconds later his warm cum shot into the back of your throat. You quickly swallow him down and rest back onto your heels. You touch your throat and smile, for the next few days any time you talk you will think of him fucking your throat. 

You rise to your feet, "Alright let's get out of here before anyone notices we are in here." 

His head snaps forward to look at you, his eyes a deep black. 

"Why would we leave, I'm not done yet." 

You laugh adjusting yourself, "We can finish at home I don't plan on being quiet." 

One large tentacle wraps around your waist and pulls you up into the air. 

Amajiki cradles your chin in his hands, "Neither do I." 

"Come on baby, let's finish this at home where we don't have to worry about anyone walking in on us." 

He shook his head, "Oh no, we are finishing this here." 

Another long tentacle grows from his hand and gets to work removing your clothes. In less than a minute you were suspended naked in the air. If anyone peeks through the small window you will have no way to hide. 

You reach down and tug at the tentacle holding you in the air. "Amajiki what if someone sees?" 

He smiles, "You weren't concerned about that earlier when you were teasing me."

He did have a point

"But you had your clothes on." You argue weakly. 

He doesn't bother responding to your weak argument, instead of getting to work growing two large suckers on the ends of tentacles. He attached one to each of your nipples, latching onto the buds. You only had seconds before each sucker got to work. They tugged and teased your nipples mercilessly. 

"Amajiki," You whine, trying to tug them off. Another tentacle wraps around your wrists and lifts them above your head leaving you helpless to his will. You glance at the small window to watch for anyone who might see into the room. 

"I told you not to worry about the window. The only person you need to worry about is me, think only of me." He growled, strengthening the pull on your nipples. 

You push your chest back but they followed not allowing you to escape. While the tentacles distracted you, two small slender ones slid down your stomach to spread your ass open for his view. 

He sat still on the crates, his cock erect and glistening from your saliva. He watched his work as a slender tentacle began to breach your entrance. You buck away from the intrusion, never having had one of his tentacles in you before but he tightened his grip forcing you still as it slides inside. 

"Amajiki," You groan, your head falling forward. 

"That's it Bunny, say my name. I am the only person who can do this, who can make you fall apart." He stands to his full height and holds your face his black eyes boring into yours as the tentacle inside you begins to grow thicker with each thrust. 

"My bunny," He smiles, watching you fall apart from his touch. The pleasure he was forcing from your body was blinding. His tentacles would twist and bulge with each thrust. Your hands open and close desperate for something to hold onto but there was nothing. You had no way to ground yourself from the growing pleasure you could only sit there and take it. 

One devilish tentacle traces your leaking slit to wet itself before it latches onto the head of your cock and begins to suck. Your mouth opens to scream but a tentacle fills it instead, you close your lips around the invader but can't focus. Drool falls from your mouth as it starts to thrusts just like Amajiki had earlier. 

It was too much, your heart pounded in your chest warning you of the impending finish. You thrash in his hold needing to get away from the pleasure about to crash into your body but his hold was relentless. 

In seconds you tipped over the edge, your screaming barely muffled by his tentacle as your body convulsed over and over again, never slowing as he continued to milk to orgasm from your body. Black spots appear in your vision as you forget to even breathe. Your mind shutting down, unable to process the hundreds of signals being sent its way.

The first thing you were able to make out as you returned to yourself was his gentle praise. He released the tentacle around your waist and pulled you into his arms. You wrap your hands around his neck, unable to support yourself. 

He carefully sinks to his knees, pulling you into his lap. "I'm sorry Bunny, that was probably a little overboard." 

You hum in agreement, enjoying being held in his arms. While you would have preferred a bed you would never pass on an opportunity to be held by your boyfriend. 

The storage room door slams open revealing a very flustered Kirishima averting his eyes from the two of you on the floor. 

"I am very sorry to interrupt!" He yells, his voice cracking. He reached his arm up and pulled something off the ceiling. You squint to get a better look and freeze, a security camera. He yanked out a security camera. 

"Um, I didn't watch I promise," The outline in his pants begged to differ. 

"Well I kind of did, but I made sure no one else saw anything! I didn't want to interrupt that is all. You two please-uh carry one, I will make sure no one comes in here." With that, he makes a hasty retreat. 

You look to gauge what your boyfriend was thinking. His entire face was a shade of red that could rival Kirishima's hair. 

He cleared his throat, "Well, I am unsure If I should kill him or thank him.” 

You groan, “I will never be able to face him again after the things he saw.” 

Amajiki nodded in agreement. You were both silent for a few minutes as you process the knowledge Kirishima saw some of the wildest sex either of you had ever had. 

“You know it would be rude to not take him on his offer to guard the door,” Amajiki said. 

You tilt your head back to look him in the eyes, “Are you really trying to weasel your way into more sex after we just found out one of your best friends saw us in the act.”

“Is it working,” He asked hopefully. 

“Yes” 

[thunderheadfred]

💥Bakugou HC's💥

Aged-up pro hero Katsuki for all of these. Some NSFW beneath the cut. Minors do not interact.

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General

He’s scary good at everything he tries. Every. Single. Fucking. Thing. It’s infuriating. Has zero patience when other people can’t immediately master a skill. Never let him teach you anything. Not that he’d offer, nerd.

He WILL offer, though. A lot. He can’t believe you still can’t Do That Thing. Tsh. Like THIS. You're gonna hurt yourself, Dummy.

But hold on. Of course you have unique skills of your own. You work hard to improve yourself. Trust me, he's the first person to notice. He doesn't praise anyone lightly, so when he raises his eyebrows and whispers he's impressed, your heart will go thermonuclear.

Perfect spelling and fully punctuated texts. Never uses abbreviations. Employs a grand total of four emojis, all of them angry faces. Constantly leaves you on read. He's busy, dammit.

Doesn’t smile or laugh in public (except sarcastically). His real smile is a crooked, fragile thing. Never make him feel self-conscious about it, or you might not see it again for weeks.

He does not talk about his private life to the press. Ever. Will K.O. rookie reporters who can't keep their big mouths shut.

HOweVER: he's intensely kind to his fans. There is a whole photographic sub-genre of little girls in cosplay hugging Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight like he's a Disney Princess.

Too smart for his own good. Emotionally hyper-vigilant. Overthinks every interaction to hell and back. Will act like he's not listening but actually hears every single word in a ten-block radius.

INSECURE AF. 110% convinced he will never be good enough. Terrified of his loved ones leaving him behind. Does he do anything to assuage his fears? Like... talk to anyone about it? Hell no. That would require admitting he has fears to begin with.

Seeing people upset makes him upset, especially if he doesn't know how to fix it.

The epitome of being mean because he cares. He genuinely does not seem to comprehend that monosyllabic grunts and lopsided shrugs are not actually that comforting.

Because he was such a brat growing up, he wants to make up for it now. Sort of. In his own way. Look, he's trying, okay?

He smells - so - good. Obscenely good. He doesn't wear cologne; are you joking? There's the burnt-sugar caramel candy smell of his quirk, for starters. And since he sweats deadly ammunition, he showers and wipes himself down almost constantly. He always smells clean. Like a fucking meadow.

Never got that growth spurt he was hoping for. He’s a short man - not even THAT short - but he has a Napoleon complex anyway. If you’re taller than him, the collars of your shirts will all be stretched out. He’s constantly dragging you down to his level. He will assert himself all the fucking time; the pissing contest is never-ending. Don’t wear tall shoes unless you want him to drag you around on a leash. If you’re shorter than him, that’s good. That’s very good. He likes that.

He’s an incredible cook, but everything he makes is a nuclear fire challenge. Adapt or starve.

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Dating

Makes artisanal, nutritionally flawless bento lunches for both of you. When people assume his S.O. makes them, he gets fucking pissed. Damn right your co-workers are jealous of my cooking.

Your pet name is Dummy. Don’t like it? Fine. You can be dumbass.

There will be zero PDA in this relationship. His hands are shoved so deep in his pockets you can’t even try.

Intensely private with the press. But with his friends, he will brag about you nonstop. Bakugou Katsuki has the most talented and attractive and intelligent S.O., and anyone who doesn't recognize that is blind. Were you assholes even listening?

A mutual buddy definitely recorded one of these drunken brag-rants and sent it to you for safekeeping. Do not let Katsuki find out about it, unless you enjoy having an ash pile for a phone.

Gets jealous about everything, at least at the start. He calms down eventually. Kinda. He stops saying shit to you about it, anyway, because he learns to trust you. But anyone who so much as looks at you in a too-friendly manner will get the death stare of a lifetime.

He’ll throw all kinds of temper tantrums and the two of you will argue about every tiny fucking thing. He’ll scream out car windows, he’ll ball up his shirt and gnash on it. But he will never raise his voice at you. He’d rather die than make you feel unsafe.

Honestly, the constant bickering is really just... uhh... passionate communication. Eventually you both hash out the important things. You'll learn how to step around his landmines and actually make your points, and he'll learn to open up. A little.

Once you meet his mom, Katsuki starts to make a lot more sense. His family just... emotes like that. Eventually, you and his dad form a spousal support group consisting of exactly two lifetime members. He teaches you the Bakugou family semaphore you need to survive a long-term relationship.

Katsuki can dish it out but absolutely cannot take it. The only person who can level with him about serious issues without explosive fallout is his dad. Or, on a lucky day, Kirishima.

If you give him a legitimate criticism (even gently!) he will take it about as gracefully as a knife to the gut, because it confirms everything he hates about himself.

To your never-ending shock, you’ve made him cry. Yes, CRY! You monster! More than once! His lip gets all *trembly* and his eyes get all *watery* and all you want to do is hug him, but. No. He’ll storm out and wander around for a few hours before coming back with the problem perfectly solved.

He always takes your advice to heart. No, he will NOT talk about it, stop asking.

Gets mad if you don’t snuggle him on the regular. Will drag you into his lap with a pissy little grunt. There might be two seats on this couch but you will not be needing both of them.

Takes pictures of you while you sleep.

Takes even more pictures of you when you're awake but think he's out of the room.

He looks at all these pictures when he's away on high-stakes jobs. He gets all bleary eyed and sleeps in a salty puddle without you. NO ONE WILL EVER KNOW.

You don’t have to meet him at the door or anything, but when he says “I’m home,” you’d better answer fast. If he doesn’t know your precise location in 0.05 seconds, he will assume you’ve been kidnapped. He never checks the fridge for notes. Never assumes you've gone down to the konbini for a snack. No, it’s kidnapping every time.

A terrrrrrible bed partner. He goes to bed at senior citizen hours and will never fuck you after sundown. He snores SO loud. Runs hot and sweats through the sheets. Slaps and elbows you in his sleep and aggressively spoons you with his loud, sweaty body. You WILL want to suffocate him. Separate bedrooms aren’t such a horrible idea......

BUT HANG ON, because in the morning he transforms into an honest-to-god angel. He's half awake, his guard is non-existent. Morning Katsuki is a doting kissy-faced marshmallow man.

If you can wake up before the ass-crack of dawn, he will pamper the fuck out of you. You are royalty for one (1) hour only, and he is your bleary-eyed slave. You want a cuddlefuck? You got it. Hugs? Kisses? Take as many as you need. You want a perfect, fluffy, NON-SPICY omelette with a heart drawn in ketchup? Here it is, gorgeous.

Then he gets in the shower and the spell is broken.

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💥bang BANG💥

Let’s get the obvious out of the way: this here is an ASS. MAN. He'll spank you with his quirk; doesn’t matter if you’ve been good or bad. Wants to see you wince when you sit down later.

Likes pounding you face down with a vice grip on your waist.

Unfortunately, even with all that said... he doesn't exactly have the feral beast sex drive you were expecting. He’s married to his work and has the fuddy-duddy habits of a once and future valedictorian. Only fucks you when he has the time and energy to fully dedicate himself to it.

But ohhhh. Shit. When it's time? It's TIME. The man will rush for nothing. Stamina for days. Making you cum as many times as possible is a point of pride. Yeah, you passed out once.

You’re gonna need those days off when he’s done with you.

That dick THICC.

Sends unsolicited dick pics. Only after you’ve been dating a good long while - he doesn't show that shit to just anyone. But yeah, don’t check your phone at work. He won't cum without you; those pictures and videos are time bombs. You better get home. Now.

Physically dominant as FUCK, but won’t verbally degrade you unless you ask. Well, let’s be honest. Unless you beg.

Praise him and reap the rewards. A long hard ego stroking will get him off more than touching his cock ever will.

Will grab your hair and fuck your throat. Will also stop immediately if you need him to.

The two of you have safe words and gestures. Even for vanilla stuff. He’s paranoid about scaring or hurting you. He insisted you both sign a color-coded ‘love contract’ that he meticulously formatted in a word processor. When you gave him guff about it, his blush was the darkest crimson you’d ever seen.

Coin-flip: he will sometimes be unbelievably gentle in bed. Doting and affectionate, taking perfect care of you. Like, it’s baffling. There’s no warning, the switch just flips. When you want him to be extra-rough and mean, he’ll sweetly worship you instead. For hours.

Bonus: he likes being penetrated. But of course he’s got a complex about that too. Super intense power bottom. You will never fuck him hard enough. He’d like to see you try. Hit his prostate just right and he might literally explode.

You'll live happily ever after but he will say he loves you out loud exactly once. Maybe. If you're lucky. And you're both about to die.

[bubblyhoney]

sarah i have thought of another fic request or like a cute idea i guess! i didn’t have anyone in mind when i thought of it so you can write it for whoever you want honestly :)

okay so the reader is a streamer but streams games like animal crossing, standew valley, etc. then (insert who you’re writing for) says they don’t like that game, but later ends up buying it and the reader is like “i thought you said you didn’t like this game” and they’re like “well i like you” and they confuses their feelings and they end up playing the game together and reader gives them a tour of their island or farm

i feel like this request isn’t good, but the scenario seemed cute and i wanted to share it. sorry if this is confusing or just too specific cuz i know it can be hard to write requests like that! but yeah i hope it gives you inspiration and you like the request <3

new horizons

warnings: language, a Marvel reference (hint: natasha said it about tony), stupid idiots who don’t realize they like each other, use of pet names, Uno rage, Hasan Piker's presence

words: 1473

tags: sapnap x gn!reader

A/N: i’ve been trying to catch up a little on my requests (i’ve only got a couple so i’m not super overwhelmed) but school and outside life has been taking up most of my time so this one took me a while to make! tbh— ive never played animal crossing so i did google some of the game mechanics and i apologize if anything is inaccurate about the game…. but i liked relaxing and writing this cute one so thank you for requesting hails :3

requests/inbox status: open

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“This game is trash.”

Your head quirks, fingers stopped on the screen. You’re in the process of giving your character a cute new nickname; it’s kind of hard to decide between “awkward dude” and “elderly skater”.

“Excuse me?” Your chat comes alive with emotes and ‘KEKW’s, obviously entertained by you and your almost-more-than-friends-friend.

There’s a story for that later.

Sapnap’s rough laugh comes through your headset and he audibly swallows, the sound of a water bottle dropping onto his desk echoing.

“I’m just saying—it’s boring. It’s like Minecraft but you don’t like… do anything.” The grainy image of his bearded face shifts and you see him pull out his phone.

“It’s— you can’t even compare it to Minecraft! It’s a completely different game system—you actually interact with other people live in the game.” You huff out a dramatic sigh, slumping in your chair with a pout. “Just because you go into this lucid state where all you know is ‘touch block, hit George’ doesn’t mean this game isn’t fun.” (He scoffs at your awful impression of his voice. Your viewers love it.)

“Jeez,” he mumbles, fumbling with the cap of his water bottle. “Touched a nerve there, bud.”

You roll your eyes, getting back to the village in the game.

“Don't ‘bud’ me.”

The call falls comfortably quiet, the sounds of him tapping obsessively on his phone and you clicking away filling the silence. A gentle bedroom-pop YouTube playlist remains in the background, prompting you to hum along and glance at the chat to see a flood of “check twitter” and “Y/N TWITTER!!”.

“What happened on Twitter?” You mumble, confused, and pull the website up on another monitor. Sapnap just makes a curious noise, swinging back and forth in a circle. “Oh my God,” you say to yourself, fingertips brushing your parted lips.

“What?”

“Hasan Piker just followed me and retweeted one of my not even remotely political old tweets. Like from a year ago.”

“That’s— wow. Congrats?” Sapnap’s voice cracks, and his ears flush pink the tiniest bit when you glance at his face on Discord.

“I’m gonna go on record and say that he could get it.” You shake your head in disbelief.

Sapnap falls uncharacteristically non-hyper-verbal, so you look past the frenzied chat and to his screen— wait. He muted and turned his camera off.

“Um,” you start, furiously typing question marks in your private chat. “Where’d you go?” You mute and turn screen share off for your stream, concerned that he might’ve fallen off his chair and broken his neck and needs you to call the ambulance.

The characteristic ding of a twitter notification sounds through your bedroom, and you look at your phone quickly.

“That’s where I went.”

Sapnap Tweeted: “all Y/U stans can choke on my dick”.

“Jesus, Sapnap,” you say, and rapidly refresh to read the replies. This tweet was deleted. “That’s so— that barely makes sense, bro. Why— literally what?”

His snicker floods your ears and you relax in your chair. Crisis: averted. “Don’t fucking— what’s wrong with you?”

“I thought it would be funny,” he offers, shrugging, and fiddles with the straw in his water bottle, smile fading. “And also Hasan pisses me off.”

“Why, ‘cause he wants a piece of this? Jealous?” You think back to your viewers, knowing they’re probably spamming question marks and coming to ludacris conclusions about both of your absences. No offense to them. You remember your stan days very vividly.

“I mean, kinda.” He rubs once at his nose, glancing at the camera (and what feels like you) before taking a sip from his water bottle.

“Wow.” You watch one strand of his hair fall from beneath his hat and brush against his full eyebrows. “I’m uh—I’ll get back to my stream. You coming? Or is it time for a Sapnap-snack?”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” He snorts and leans his chin onto the balance of his arm.

“That means you like to take a little snack break mid-stream and come back approximately nine hours later and you didn’t even eat.”

“You know what— fuck you.” He flicks the camera as you laugh at the look on his face.

The teasing mood is easily kept as you switch games from Animal Crossing to Uno, all the while slamming Sapnap with +4’s and skipping the newly-arrived BadBoyHalo at any chance you can get. It unironically pisses him off and he has to take a Sapnap-snack break midway through (only a fifteen minute break this time, during which you and Bad take a “What Kind of Bread Are You?” quiz). The rest of the night is filled with devious cackles (you), loud and sudden bangs that sound suspiciously like someone hitting their desk in anger (Sap) and the stupid barking of Rat, AKA Lucy (Bad). She’s cute but a menace to the sound quality of Bad’s microphone. You sign off stream around 2 a.m. with various forms of thanks and kisses blown to the camera. It’s been a refreshing night, actually; you’ve been busy organizing a partnership stream all week and all your friends have been busy filming or editing or what-not. Quackity had time for a little Roblox every couple of days, though. He’s got your back.

The next time you see Sapnap is after a two hour stream of him try-harding in Valorant and you finishing responding to an email from your partnership in the VC.

“Okay, I’m back.” You hear him shift in his chair and click a couple more times on his keyboard. You perk up in your chair, closing the email browser you’d been looking at.

“Do you want to play anything else? I’m down for anything.”

“Absolutely not Uno. You can go to hell for giving me 6 cards that one time,” he jabs. You scoff, crossing your arms and leaning back in your chair.

“Okay, the +4 was on me but it’s Bad who gave you the last two. That’s not my fault, sweetie.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he mumbles, trailing off as the clicking of his keyboard stops. “Hey, um—Guess what?”

Your heart beats loud in your ears at the tone of his voice. He sounds nervous; that’s never good.

“I’m scared to guess,” you try, playing with a little Minecraft dog figurine you have on your desk with fidgety fingers. “What?”

“I bought Animal Crossing.”

Silence. You stare at his discord icon blankly, trying to reroute the wires of your brain.

“Tell me you love it.”

“Well… I haven’t actually played it— but you said you liked it, so.”

“So,” you repeat him, ears warming but continuing on. “Is that what you tell all your friends when you buy something they like? That it's because of them?”

He seems to choose his next words carefully, pausing a beat to consider your questions.

“Well, I don’t have a crush on all of my friends.”

“You—what?” You stutter, caught off guard and stumbling. What did he just say? “Don’t tell me you mean you have a crush on me.”

“I’m almost positive I just did.” His discord icon stares right back at you, taunting.

“You know, you’re very casual for someone who just admitted they like-like me.” Your cheeks flush pink and you have to press a hand to your chest to keep your breathing sounding stable.

“Yeah, I’m kind of cool like that,” he offers, a huff of a laugh punctuating his statement. The conversation moves into a lull that you can’t help but know is because of you. He must expect you to say something about it, right?

“You are very cool, Sapnap.” You tilt back in your chair, sucking in a breath to prepare yourself for your next words. “And—Isortakindofhaveacrushonyoutoo.”

He must understand you, for you can hear the grin in his voice when he asks “Really?”

“Y-yeah.” You feel like a preteen again, all shaky and giddy in front of the boy you just asked to a middle school dance.

“Um, alright. What do we do now?”

“I don’t know,” you answer genuinely and swing in a happy little circle in your chair. “We could play Animal Crossing.”

“I’m down.”

You swear you’ve never heard more beautiful words.

He keeps his camera off for most of the time you two play, too focused on creating his island and asking you questions about how to fish to turn it on. He silently flips it on when you help him decorate his lawn, needing to show you in real-time the decorations he has bought and where you think he should put them. He looks cute. I mean, of course he does. He always does.

You tell him goodbye late in the night, eyes saying a little more than just “see you tomorrow”.

You like him. He likes you.

It’s even better when you two have matching gardens.

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A/N: anybody and everybody (especially my precious hailey) let me know what you think!! :]

[script-nef]

How their relationship gets revealed (iii)

Characters: Akaashi, Oikawa, Sakusa, Tsukishima, Ushijima

Category: fluff

Akaashi Keiji

You’re a best-selling novelist and incredibly famous

Akaashi has been your editor for 3 years now

He’s such a hardworking and dedicated worker

You buy him a lot of presents and he does as well

Constant uploads onto social media with new gifts and meals together

Which happens a lot because you need constant feedback and reviews

And so your readers kind of ship you with him

Lightly, like “Y’all are cute together” and “I wish I have this kind of support”

They don’t actually think you’re together and also don’t want to force it on you

But little do they know that you’ve been dating for over a year now

Because Akaashi is:

1. Kind and caring 

2. Really hot/pretty 

3. The gentlest person you’ve ever met and 

4. Is incredibly professional and can separate work from personal feelings 

5. Just look at him

He confessed his feelings for you after your last book sold over a million copies

Because he was drunk after the celebration

But you also liked him and a new relationship was born

Mainly kept on the down low because it’s just easier

You and him both have meddling people around you

But feelings grew day by day

And you desperately want everyone to know your boyfriend is such a wonderful and amazing partner like scream it from the top of your lungs

And so a new book was made

In the dedications page, you wrote “To my other half, thank you for taking care and loving me”

Reader are surprised at the relationship update

But are super happy for you even though they don’t know who it is

The book is a really sweet and cute novel

Readers think it sounds kind of familiar for some reason…

And at the end of the book, it says “To Akaashi Keiji”

(Turns out it was loosely based on yours and his relationship)

The reading community is flipped and your book reaches bestsellers in record time

Oikawa Tooru

Oikawa comes to Japan for a match against the Schweiden Adlers

His return was met with thousands of fans and plenty of photographers and reporters

Every one of his fans were saying how much they love him and hope he wins

And tons of gifts are given left and right

He gives his ever-so charming smile and gracefully accepts them

An interviewer asks him what he missed most in Japan

He rattles off a list

“My family, my friends—Iwa-chan isn’t here though—Japanese food. There’s this wonderful ramen place in my hometown! I also have to see Mattsun and…”

The reporter smiles and nods to his replies

His fans are screaming how they’ll buy anything he wants in the background

He thanks them but that just makes them scream louder

Then his face goes soft, like he’s remembering a really happy thing

“...but I missed [Name]-chan the most.”

The reporter’s eyes widens along with all his fan’s

Even hardcore, and I mean hardcore, fans didn’t know about this

“They’ve been supporting me so much and it’s been ages since my last visit… I just want to see and hug them.”

His small smile is so full of love and affection, even a blind person could see he’s in love

They had zero idea he was in a committed relationship

Most of his fans scream that they hope he has a good relationship

(He ignores the ones that are shrieking“No!”)

Photos of you with him are uploaded after he wins against Schweiden Adlers 

He’s smiling like the sun in every single one of them

Sakusa Kiyoomi

Sakusa hates interviews and reporters

Because they keep sticking microphones, which is covered with theirs and everyone else’s germs, into his face

And expect him to be polite when he’s so uncomfortable

So he has a reputation for being a little (read: extremely) difficult for post-match interviews

Nearly everyone had given up

And then all of a sudden, he’s actually civilised in interviews

Like, answering questions and even smiling a little

Everyone’s thinking 

“Is he okay?” 

“What’s happening?” 

“Oh god he’s finally lost it after being in a team with 3 crackheads #PrayForSakusa2020”

In reality, it’s because you’re the one interviewing him

He doesn't want to do it for anyone else, but you insisted that he has to

And now he responds to other reporters as well (albeit incredibly unwillingly)

But he only smiles for you

Fans start noticing after 3 – 4 interviews

“Is it me or is Sakusa really nice when that reporter asks him” 

“No I noticed as well” 

“DOES HE LIKE THEM ASDISJDW IS MY BOY IN LOVE” 

“WHY IS EVERYONE DATING OR IN LOVE WHEN I’M SO ALONE”

After a match, you finish a live report which people can chat on (just say there is one)

It’s in a sheltered place so currently not a lot of people are around

And he doesn't walk away, just keeps standing there

He thinks the camera is off now, and so do you

But is isn’t it’s still on and going live

You’re about to pack up and walk away

But a small tug stops you

It’s Sakusa and the people are going wild because holy shit, is Sakusa actually touching someone??? Our clean freak?? Are my eyes deceiving me??

You take his hand (“What the hell?”) and softly ask “Kiyo? What’s wrong?” (“DID THEY SAY KIYO UGH CARDIAC ARREST”)

He mumbles about how he doesn’t want you to talk to his teammates, even for the sake of interviews (“IS SAKUSA JEALOUS??? OUR DETACHED BOY???”)

You giggle and ruffle his hair, kissing him over the mask (“I AM FAINTING CALL 119”) while saying you need to do your job

And then look over to the cameraman

Whose jaw is on the floor

And you can see the red blinking light from the camera

“Ah, shit”

Tsukishima Kei

His teammates (*cough* Koganegawa *cough*) outed him on social media

You were working overseas and came back after months

The day coincided with a practise match, but Tsukishima was able to excuse himself

So you’re having the time of your life with your saltTM

He’s actually a really nice and sweet boyfriend underneath all that salt and sass

Even made a date course to explore the city

Had a good lunch and some strawberry shortcake in his favourite bakery

You enjoy it immensely, so he was smiling secretly

But then his phone starts blowing up for some reason

When he checks it, there are thousands of questions flooding his messages and social media

Turns out Koganegawa slipped up

He was doing an Instagram Live and when someone asked where Tsukki was

Did he come up with a good excuse?

Nope, he immediately said “Oh, he’s out on a date!”

Everyone’s confused because our salt has a partner?? Since when??

And then he realises he screwed up, especially with how private Tsukki is

The only thing stopping the exposed boy from returning to the gym and throwing hands with the setter is you

You kept saying it’s fine and it’s okay

He reluctantly gives up on planning his revenge (not really though)

You distract him enough to go to the museum he’s going to be working at

And he later uploads a photo of you from behind while you’re reading a dinosaur’s description

(And a separate one where Koganegawa is in a dogeza pose)

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Schweiden Adlers won another match

Ushijima answers interviews, like he does every match

One particular reporter asks the root of his energy and passion

They expected an answer like “thirst for success” or “pride and honour” or something along those lines

But he smiles softly, which breaks everyone watching because they have never seen that before

But the next thing breaks them even more

He says “[Name], my spouse.”

His teammates knew about you but not everyone else

People are spitting their drinks out and absolutely flabbergasted

Even his own teammates because he didn’t seem like the person to say that

He says it’s your first anniversary as a married couple

But he’s overseas so he can’t be with you today

Says that he sent a present and he hopes you’ll like it

Then bows and just walks away to change

Like he hasn’t said the most scandalous thing since the start of his career

Tons of articles and Twitter posts are made about him and this new revelation

To the point where it’s trending #1

He doesn’t care though, and you really don’t either

It wasn’t that big or important of a secret

He just didn't mention it up to now because he didn’t see the need

He doesn’t have to publicise the extent of his love for you because you already know that

The present was a brand-new, top of the line laptop along with a new phone

The same brand as his (awww couple items)

So that he can FaceTime/video call you with HD quality

His teammates have to listen to him being sickeningly cute every night now

And complain about it on interviews 

#BestHusbandUshijimaWakatoshi starts trending

[parksunghoonbro]

come here》 p.sh {pt.3}

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<3 pairing: chaebol!stepbrother!sunghoon x chaebol!fem!reader                   (some chaebol!bestfriend!soobin x reader)

<3 genre: angst, fluff

<3 warning: sunghoon gets jealous, he is unwillingly an asshole, making out, mentions of love (sorry if any of you guys are triggered by anything else)

<3 word count: 1.9k 

<3 summary: park sunghoon, the most popular rich boy around town, who you are super attracted to becomes your stepbrother. what happens when you realize that he is also extremely attracted to you?

<3 xtra stuff: Soobin is the same age as Sunghoon. They are both 20 while y/n is 18 (2 years older). If you guys have watched Tempted/The Great Seducer y/n and soobin’s hang out is inspired by Shihyun, Sooji, and Sejoo’s (the three friend’s) hideout. (Soobin and y/n have been friends since y/n was born. Like 2-year old Soobin held y/n when she was a newborn)

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You wake up to being surrounded by a comforting warmth. You felt Sunghoon’s muscular arms wrapped around your waist and your face against his chest. After a couple of minutes of admiring the face of the man in front of you, you remember that you had an appointment with your stylist at 10:00 to plan an outfit for an event that your mother’s company has every year. It currently was 8:13, so you tried to squee yourself out of Sunghoon’s tight hold. Finally being able to sit up you were about to get out of his bed, but you suddenly felt two strong arms pull you back into bed. “Where do you think you’re going?” Sunghoon asked in his raspy morning voice. “I have to get ready to meet with my stylist later.” You responded snuggling back into his hold. Sunghoon groaned softly shoving his pace into the crook of your neck smelling your addictive scent. “Just cancel and stay with me,” Sunghoon whined. You wish you could stay but you had to go. This event was a pretty big one. ”What are you meeting your stylist for anyways?” Sunghoon asked curiously. “My mom has this big event that she hosts every year and I need to go to a fitting for the brand I am representing today.” You answered in a soft tone. Sunghoon thought for a little and then jokingly asked with a small chuckle, ”So who’s gonna be the lucky man who gets to be your date?” You suddenly remembered something. You were going to have a date! You blanked out wondering who it was this year. Of course, you wanted it to be Sunghoon, but it was obviously not him. the Assuming from a joking tone you’re sure that he doesn’t know that you’re going to have a date. “I don’t need a date.” You said with a flip of your hair. “I’m perfectly fine by myself.” Sunghoon grinned, “That’s my girl” After cuddling a bit more you finally got out of the bed and got ready. «───────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ─────────» Arriving at the salon you met your stylist. “Y/N!” You heard your names being called so you turned around. “Sohee unnie!” Your stylist of 8 years smiled. “Are you ready for this?” You smiled,”Yup! I’m ready” After hours and hours of looking over dresses, makeup, and hairstyles you finally finished your look. Since you were done you started to pack up. “Oh right! Before you go I have to tell you who your date is!“ Yoy looked back in anticipation of who it was although you already had someone you were almost 100% sure who it was and Sohee continued,”You’re date this year is the one and only Choi Soobin as always.” Yup. That’s right. Your date and the person you were expecting was Choi Soobi, your date since you were children. Choi Soobin was your best friend and although he lives in Jeju now you guys are still very close. He comes and visits every once in a while for events, meetings, and of course just to see his best friend of 17 years. When you finished your small conversation with Sohee you went home.

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Walking through the door all you saw was darkness. The lights were off. No one was home. You wondered where Sunghoon was, but you didn’t worry because it was only 5:30 pm.

-2:00 am-

Its already 2:00 am and Sunghoon isn’t home yet. You’ve called him a couple times and he didn’t pick up. You were worried sick and you were waiting on the couch.

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It was the next morning and you woke up in your bed with the amazing feeling of warmth next to you. You smiled Sunghoon was home. You turned around and saw Sunghoon looking back at you. He smiled at you and pulled you in closer to kiss your forehead. “Why did you wait for my love? When I got home you were asleep on the couch in your clothes and without a blanket! I was so worried that you were gonna get sick.” You put your hands on his stomach and started to touch it. “I was worried!” Sunghoon had an amused face by now, “Worried enough to fall asleep?” “Shut up” You answered back. Sunghoon raised his eyebrows. “Is that a challenge?” You panicked and jumped out of bed. Sunghoon laughed at you and stood up. “Let’s get ready and eat breakfast.”  After getting ready you came down to the kitchen to see Sunghoon already sitting at the table with breakfast ready waiting for you. “Where are you going today?” Sunghoon stroked your head, ”Yesterday my stylist informed me that I would be attending your mom’s event. Today I have a fitting.” You smiled and shortly after it faded. You realized that he would have to have a date. Everyone brought a date that their stylist chooses and of course sometimes with the assistance of the person, but the thing that irked you the most was that his date wasn’t going to be you and it would be some other girl. Sunghoon noticed the change and mood and asked why you were upset. “What do you mean? I am not upset.” You said in a normal tone. Raising his eyebrows in confusion Sunghoon decided to not ask questions and answer with a simple “ok”. After a breakfast of hand-holding and flirting Sunghoon left.

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Being at home alone was becoming a little boring. You thought it was surprising that you weren’t enjoying it because you’re a homebody, but maybe it was because you had spent so much time with Sunghoon. You were about to go out alone, but suddenly your phone rang. You checked the caller id. 🐰Binnie 🐰. Soobin was calling you. You excitedly picked up the phone. 

“Soobin! I missed you.”

“I missed you too. I heard auntie is getting married again. Are you okay cutie?”

“Yeah, I guess. Surprisingly I hope this marriage doesn’t last.”

“Why? Isn’t your mom getting married to Park Sungho, Park Sunghoon’s dad?

“That’s why Soobin!”

“Ohhh. Even though you don’want them to last they seemed pretty happy Y/N. I met your mom and Mr. Park in Jeju before I left.”

“I know I shouldn’t be selfish. WAIT rewind. You are in Seoul!?”

“Yes, dummy when am I ever not in Seoul before the gala? I have moved away from you for 2 years already and you haven’t remembered my schedule.”

“Well Soobin I am a busy girl”

“More like distracted. But let’s meet up now. I wanna hang out with my date!”

“Hmph. Alright, let’s meet. Our place?”

“Of course see you there”

“Bye”

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-Flashback-

(7th grade y/n)

“Soobin look at it! It is perfect!” you exclaimed looking at the place in front of you. You guys’ mothers had built a hang out for you and Soobin in a secret room behind a big painting on the first floor of their newly merged company building. “It is. This is our place from now on!” Soobin said back providing the same energy. 

Soon even as you guys grew older it stayed as you guys’ place where no one else knew the password and was allowed not even your parents. It became a comfortable place for both of you guys where you guys would go to find each other no matter what.

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-At the Hideout-

“Soobin? Come out! I know you’re in here” You stated in a loud voice. “Boo!” “AHHH!” Soobin laughed at you until he was on the ground. “Choi Soobin you’re dead!” You said annoyed. Soobin realized that he had messed up and ran for his life up the stairs to the loft. You chased after him. When you got to the too you couldn’t see him. Then all of a sudden you felt a pair of strong arms pin your hands to your back. “Ha! Got you!” Soobin said with his signature smile. He let you go and hugged you which you gladly returned. You guys hung out for the rest of the day getting food, shopping, and playing video games in the hang-out. What felt like 10 minutes was 10 hours. You didn’t realize it but soon it was 1 am. Soobin looked at the clock and his eyes widened, “I should get you home now little one. It is late.” You looked at the clock shocked, ”Yes, I should get home now.” You guys turned off the TV and the lights and started to walk home. Yes, walk home. This wasn’t an uncommon occurrence with you and Soobin. Starting in high school you guys would always hang out until late into the night and walk home even though you only had to have one call to get home by car. Your houses were close to the hangout and it gave you a taste of what it felt like to live like normal kids. Not heirs to big companies, not kids who were born with silver spoons in their mouths, not brand ambassadors, just normal kids. You have always felt safe around Soobin. Soobin was your haven and will always be your haven.

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When you guys got to your house Soobin walked you to your door and you hugged him bye as always. Not until you get to the door did you start worrying about Sunghoon. Unlocking the door, you quietly took off your shoes and started into the house. Not even getting halfway to your room you were stopped by a fuming Sunghoon. “What were you doing out this late!? I was worried sick! And who was that guy who walked you through the door!?” You were taken aback. Sunghoon had never raised his voice at you. Suddenly feeling vulnerable you answered in a nervous, small voice. Studdering you said, ”M-my friend came back from Jeju to visit. We were just hanging out.” Sunghoon in a loud and intimidating voice said, “There is no reason for you to be hanging out this late! Especially with another boy. Are you even hanging out!? What if you’re doing something else? You said you wanted to see where things go with us, baby!” “How could you say that?” Your eyes filled with tears. You couldn’t take it anymore so you ran into your room and started sobbing. Realizing that he had hurt you Sunghood ran upstairs. Sunghoon felt a pang of guilt hit his heart hearing your sobs outside of your room. He knocked on the door. “C-come in,” you said quietly from inside your room. “Oppa is sorry princess. I just got worried and jealous and I couldn’t hold it in. I didn’t mean to make you cry. Please don’t be upset with me.” Sunghoon said his eyes brimming with tears seeing how he had hurt you. “It’s okay oppa. I understand.” You said as you came closer to him cuddling into his side. He grabbed you tightly and pulled you into his chest as he laid next to you. Sunghoon suddenly had an urge to kiss you, so he landed his lips on yours, and you guys passionately made out until one of you guys had to pull away for air. “I love you princess.” Sunghoon seriously stated. “I love you too, oppa.” you said back, and that night you guys fell asleep happily and full of love.

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[my-pink-yandere]

❤Obsession❤

Prompt: Yandere Bakugou, Midoriya, and Todoroki (separately) has a crush on Y/N...who is actually obsessed over a fictional character.

C/N: Character Name

Warnings: Yandere Tendencies, Swearing, Also this is sorta long cause I wrote a lot ;-; 

💥Katsuki Bakugou💥

❥ This boy is angered when he finds out about this

❥ Like wow he’s super pissed

❥ If you’re unfortunate enough to ever have a Yandere Bakugou take a liking to you, when he realizes that you’re obsessing over someone who isn't him, a fictional character nonetheless, he’s... well...

❥ “Very upset” would be an understatement

❥ He sees that as basically losing to a person who doesn’t even exist

❥ The chaos begins when he’s in the middle of his daily routine of admiring staring at you from afar, and when you stand up with one of your friends and begin walking out of the cafeteria, he hears a few... interesting statements escape your mouth as you pass him by

❥ “I can’t believe you actually like them, Y/N! You’re totally hopeless when it comes to love, huh?” His head was tilted your way, seeing your friend looking disappointed and you looking flustered. “It’s not my fault they're so perfect!” you answered, practically radiating embarrassment. He smirked, assuming you were talking about him. I mean, who else would you get so worked u about>

❥ “Besides, I’m not the only one who simps for C/N! So shh-”

❥ ...

❥ All that’s going through Bakugou’s head right now is why that name wasn't his

❥ He’s gone eerily still, and all of his friends sort of stop and look at him

❥ “Bakubro? You good-”

❥ Bakusquad is going to have to hold Katsuki back from blowing up the entire cafeteria

❥ This b*tch only sees red rn

❥ ‘WHO’S THE PERSON YOU WERE TALKING ABOUT AND WHERE CAN I FIND THEM SO I CAN BREAK THEIR F*CKING KNEECAPS’

❥ he got murder on his mind :0

❥ Despite how angered Bakugou is, he’s not a complete dumbass, believe it or not

❥ He’s not going to confront you about it, at least not right now.

❥ Once he calms tf down, he’ll come to his senses and have his top priority being to get rid the competition first, meaning he has to hunt down whoever C/N is and delete them from existence

❥ When he learns that C/N is actually a fictional character from some anime tbh he just feels extra insulted

❥ You chose a f*cking fictional character over him >:(

❥ It’s now where he begins to get even angrier when he realizes how easy it should’ve been for him to notice sooner. All the stickers on your school supplies, the pins on your bags, how you’d sometimes sneak in their merchandise to show off to your friends at lunch

❥ It was when he overheard you possibly owning a body pillow where he went feral

❥ Will go out of his way to steal your shit and burn all of your merchandise of C/N, or anything that would remind you of the character

❥ He’d catch you when you were alone, and would shove you off your feet as he’d grab your bag and roughly go through it, angrily tearing off the stickers on your notebooks and pins off your bag as your crying and screaming at him to stop

❥ At this point he doesn’t care about how you feel about this at all. It’s never even crossed his mind (blind rage)

❥ His plan is to pluck C/N out of your life, replacing all your thoughts of them with just him, so you’re only thinking of him

❥ It doesn't matter to him if they're good thoughts or bad thoughts

❥ All that matters is that you’re thinking of him

❥ Only him.

In a nutshell, he’s gonna steal all of your items that have any reference to C/N and get rid of it all. He doesn't care how much he’s hurting you by doing this, he’ll concern himself with your feelings later. He’s going to hang around you more despite your protests for him to just leave you alone, quite literally forcing his way into your life so that he infests himself into your brain and become the only thing you think about, so that you can truly understand how he feels about you.

💚Izuku Midoriya💚

❥ Bold of you to assume he doesn't already know about this “obsession” of yours

❥ This child takes notes on EVERYTHING and ANYTHING related to you, so he obviously knew about your love for this certain fictional character

❥ At first glance, he believes your obsession with C/N is similar to him with All Might- just an innocent but deep admiration for them

❥ He’ll buy you their merchandise and gift it to you at school (accompanied by some flowers and sweet little cards of course ❤)

❥ He was nervous to do this at first, his crush on you rendering him a stuttering, blushing mess whenever you so much as glanced his way, but he pushed through his anxiety just to see your cute smile and feel your warm hug when he gives you those gifts

❥ He cherishes those moments more than anything, to see you so happy

❥ (Especially because  it was him to make you so excited! Not Kirishima or Uraraka... him)

❥ He’ll binge the entire show as fast as he can and memorize everything he deems as important just so he can chat with you about it at school

❥ “Isn’t C/N so cool?” he asked you, and you had quickly turned to him with a surprised and then starry gaze. “Izuku, you like them too?!”

❥ You were both on a first name basis now ;D (You even gave him a little nickname: ‘Zuku. Let’s just say he was a bit more than ecstatic when you began referring to him in such an informal way. You must really like him! ❤)

❥ And Midoriya, being the delusional little yandere he is, sees this as you both basically dating

❥ You both hang out everyday at school, discussing the show and characters, who your favorites were, how the plot was going, etc.

❥ You see him as one of your closest friends now, and eventually you trust him enough to bring him to your house to chill without your family home ;0

❥ The thing was, Midoriya noticed how you would never invite anyone from school to your house, always brushing it off and just saying how your parents would get angry or how dirty your room was

❥ This was the first time you’d ever invited anyone from U.A. over to your house

❥ His thoughts were running wild as you both walked home together: ‘What’s Y/N’s house like? Will their parents be home? Why have they avoided anyone coming over until now? Have they only invited me because we’re dating? Are... are we going to kiss?????’

❥ (For clarification, even with the dorms in place, over the weekend you like to hang out at home where you’re more comfortable)

❥ “We can re-watch some of the episodes for awhile. I think I also have some snacks...” you grinned, and he memorized every detail of your house as you both made your way to your room

❥ He was greeted with a room filled entirely with C/N merchandise, but caught his attention the quickest was your bed

❥ You had a body pillow of C/N

❥ Now Midoriya, like I said before, is a very delusional yandere

❥ He has excuses for literally everything you do. You love him just as much as he loves you after all!

❥ But this

❥ This he cannot ignore

❥ He was just staring at the pillow with a blank face as his eye twitched

❥ “’Zuku? What's wrong?”

❥ “Hmm?” he hummed, turning towards you. “Oh, nothing! It’s just, um, your pillow...”

❥ You felt your face catch on fire as you moved to block his view as you tried to quickly shove it under your bed. “UHM, HAHA SORRY ‘BOUT THAT I FORGOT IT WAS THERE-”

❥ Midoriya was quiet as he watched you struggle at hiding the pillow

❥ He was thinking

❥ He loved All Might a lot, but he’d never buy a body pillow of him

❥ What type of love did you have for C/N?

❥ “Hey Y/N?” You turned to look at him, but the moment your eyes met you felt a shiver run down your back. Izuku was smiling at you, but his whole vibe was different...

❥ ‘Was he angry?’

❥ “Why don’t we watch a different series today?”

In a nutshell, he’d go along with your character obsession up until you cross the line, and that would be either him finding out about you reading fan fiction of C/N, a body pillow of them, or some... questionable fan art you have of them saved on your phone. Then he’d do anything in his power to distance you from that show, hiding your merchandise and distracting you with more hero-related hobbies, like geeking over pro heroes or training. Just please stop simping over C/N. You’re making the smol boi jealous of a fictional character :( Why can’t you just pay attention to him a bit more?

❄️Shoto Todoroki🔥

❥ Tbh he doesn't really acknowledge your love for this certain character for awhile

❥ All he focuses on is that you look really happy and cute when you talk about this show

❥ That’s all that really matters to him 😊

❥ Similar to Izuku, he’ll buy you all of their merchandise just to see you all adorable and excited

❥ And Todoroki is a rich boi so that’s a plus

❥ Will probably buy u all the expensive merchandise and you’ll just be 🥺️💞💞💞

❥ The only reason he never really gets angry is because he doesn't understand what's so terrible about your little obsession with the show/character

❥ He just sees it as a little hobby of yours that you’re really passionate about

❥ Despite his cold demeanor, Shoto is always trying his best to support anything you do

❥ While he can get very intense as a yandere, we gotta remember this is Shoto we’re talking about

❥ He probably has no clue what simping even is

❥ He only gets bothered when you own a body pillow or compliment C/N looks too much (he doesn’t appreciate you getting so worked up over someone who isn’t him... even though you both aren’t technically dating)

❥ But he wont flip out like Midoriya or Bakugou

❥ If you both are on the couch at the dorms and you're just going on and on about C/N he’d prob just like-

❥ Reach over and grab your hand and just state how cute you are

❥ He’s a bit of an idiot when it comes to flirting, but he notices that whenever he touches you in an affectionate way you sort of freeze up and forget what you're talking about for a few seconds

❥ Because of how supportive Shoto’s been you sorta developed feelings as well 

❥ Cause I mean who wouldn't ;)

❥ He becomes your close supportive weeb friend :D (even if he doesn’t completely understand what a weeb is...) 

❥ But Todoroki doesn't like that title that much

❥ But he’ll take it slow because he loves you and wants you to love him back :)

❥ “I like it when you smile like that, Y/N.”

In a nutshell, Yandere Todoroki is prob the calmest of the three. He doesn't understand how simping works and the idea of you passionately loving a fictional character more than him has never crossed his mind. But he uses your love of the show to get closer to you. Closer and closer and closer-

Until maybe he can just be the one to make you smile, and not just that character from the show :)

[angelic-jeonghan1004]

Enhypen reacting to you cheating in a game to win

More enha timeeee I've got more stuff in the works for them so soon I'll make a masterlist! Doing a mixture of both video games and arcade games in this. If it's not obvious to tell from my past fics I love me some video games I'm now super into Genshin atm!! Heeseung is absurdly long btw sorry about that he's the only one I actually had an idea for from a random tropes list on Wattpad the rest I wrote the prompt games and ideas for sitting through a school lecture

Pairing: Enhypen x reader

Genre: fluff, crack

Warning: swearing!

Gif credits to rightful owner ✨

Heeseung

Thinking of a way to spend time with your boyfriend and have a fun date

You went to play laser tag, there's no physical harm in laser tag

Problem here is you're both competitive

And deciding against being on the same team

Decided to go being on opposite team

Whoever lost has to buy lunch

So going into the game in the black out neon room full of obstacles you both had one thing on your mind

"I'm going to win" was the one thought racing through both of your heads (spoiler alert you won in the end)

Protecting your chestplate for your life in fear of someone shooting you

The game got very heated but you thought strategically

You didn't try to find him (that was his goal to find you, but by his height yells or cheers of success eliminating a player you knew where he was 99% of the time) you actually avoided him

You went to get out all of his teammates

It wasn't hard you where in it to win it

You realized there's no way it's not just you and Heeseung now

An idea came to mind

Yelling to him you said

"Heeseung I have an idea to make this fun for us , meet me at the middle since I don't want to yell"

You both made your way to the middle very cautious of eachother but he was very curious of the challenge

Quickly you explained that you two should go on opposite ends of the laser tag maze but each step you take you have to do one shot no matter what

Due to your limited amo this intrigued Heeseung

How he could strategically move his lanky body around the maze without loosing tok much amo

He agreed

And you leaned in for a kiss before "putting the plan to action"

He quickly accepted the kiss closing his eyes taking in the moment before having to head to the opposite corner

That was until he heard the "Defeated" noise come from his chest plate as you shot him in the chest neon red lights covering the what used to be blue chestplate

You giggled as you broke the kiss

"UNFAIR" Heeseung yelled

"We can talk about it over lunch" you said putting your hand in his

You explained your true strategy to him at lunch and how you made that plan up just so he wouldn't kill you on spot

He peas so pouty

Just ate his food and sulked

"You owe me a fist game and next time let's try that challenge I was excited baby"

He'd say with just 🥺 eyes

Pls win this boy some sort of gift he deserves a pick me up

Jay

You guys where having a great time having an in home date

Then you disrespected man's gaming skills

Oh all hell broke loose into a heated argument

"I totally bet I could beat you in Tekken"

"Oh you fucking wish"

"Who do you main"

"Roger" (Roger is a Kangaroo)

"What the fuck are you doing? Representing Jake's home? That character takes no skill to beat people as"

"Yeah well who do you main"

"Is that even a question? Alisa Bosconovitch. A cyborg robot lady with fucking jet legs and chainsaw arms you can't tell me that's not cool"

"You're telling me I'M the one that plays someone that takes no skill to play as?"

You both knew there was only one way to settle this

Jay got out Playstation and everything for it and put it as a 5 match game

Settling yourselves into the game you both where doing actually really well

Way too well actually it was 2 to 2 so whoever won this round one the game

Your anxiety got too high

You where not gonna let this dude win

He'd be too cocky for his own good holding it over you

Quickly you had an idea as you saw his health was only 50% of the way nearing death and your ultra power and held up enough exp

"BABY IS THAT A SPIDER" you yelled looking at the ground near his leg

Causing him to roll away from his spot fearing a spider near his leg loosing focus

That's when you charged at his character

You could see the soul leave his body

When he saw the pink and magenta hair move speedy across the screen straight to his sweet little kangaroo in boxing gloves and a neck tie

"K.O" filling the screen you knew his yell was coming before he even did it

"AAAAAAAAA"

"WAS THERE EVEN A SPIDER"

"No baby I just had to through you off your rthym"

Man he was HURT

"I can't tell if that was foul or not. I'm going to talk with Niki on if what you did was fair or not"

"Babe it's not that deep-"

"No No No you owe me a rematch, kiss and patience as I consult with Niki"

Jake

Gosh this sweet boy

You two where playing dead by daylight on switches laying on opposite sides of the couch so you couldn't see eachothers screen

And you just kept scaring Jake coming up out of no where behind him

"Baby please just kill me you don't have to run up behind me" he was so scared please(〒﹏〒)

He was giving you puppy dog eyes that quickly went to fear as he shrieked from you running up behind him as he tried to start the car for the 18478282 time

You realized he was actually almost done fixing the car due to his pears so you went on a killing spree it was just you, Jake and some girl who was searching for fuel that you couldn't find

Getting back to Jake you realized he actually started the car and was ready to drive it and win the game

You hid behind a tree so he wouldn't see you

So in that moment you said "Jake can you toss the blanket I'm really cold"

Jake is too much if a gentle men he did so immedietly with a smile on his face you felt a little bad for what you where doing ngl

You took this chance and killed Jake's character

He knows that's how the game works that you you still could've done that without

But boy still yelled that it was unfair

Another boy who would just pout

Beware next round he's not going to be nice and will play the murderer

Sunghoon

Who knew a game of thumb war would get so aggressive

You where just waiting for the time to pass for a cafe to open up since you guys where too early before opening

The glares you shot eachother where unreal

Neither of you wanted to loose and both where confident in winning

But one thing was tempting you

The sign flipping over to open on the front door

So in that quick moment you felt really bad

But you stepped on his toe as you lifted your arms down and quickly put your thumb over his

"12345678910 I WIN"

"NO YOU DIDNT THAT WAS TOTALLY CHEATING"

He was so upset omg

The glare on his face

You know the look like just 😐 but definitely angry

But he couldn't hide the smile on his face when you leaned in to kiss his cheek

"I needed the game to end the cafes open now baby,,,"

He went blank for a second confused then

"OH SHIT YOU'RE RIGHT WE WHERE IN LINE FOR THE CAFE LETS GET IN"

A smile filled his face and he moved your hands to be in an actual hand holding way as you too went in

But don't get me wrong

This boy getting a rematch

And if you playing dirty he'll play dirty too

But for now he'll be fine having this cafe date of coffee/tea and pastries with you

Sunoo

Rthym games aren't a competition

But you guys made it one-

Who could get a higher score??

Originally a joke gone TOO far

Since here you are playing one song from Superstar Woollim, Superstar SM and Superstar JYP

Just 3 main and random superstar rthym games

Each thing was going alright then you got to Woollim

You both played the same songs but each got to choose a song

Woollim you knew The Eye was hard so you chose it and had him go first

He was doing surprisingly well though

Too well🤔

But suddenly Jungwon entered the room

You knew what to do

Make that boy jealous

"Hi bubs! How are you?" You said looking up to Jungwon

Jungwon was very polite asked you how you where

And Sunoo was not having it

He's fine with you being friends with all of enha

He encourages it!

But bubs is a pet name that's for him and him only😔😔

This caused his attention to tare away for a second

Suddenly in the blink of an eye his heart dropped as the "missed" noise came through the phone

The yELL

He was so mad

Once the song was done he immedietly went

"Did you do that on purpose?"

"Sort of"

And then you just did your turn and this boy gasped and look at you likeヽ༼⁰o⁰；༽ノ

He would be pettyyyyy

He'd be so mad

Pouting and glaring at you

Just completely done

You'd have to go in with a LOT of cuddles and affection

But he'd still not budge for a while

You got a better score than him so you won

But he will hold this over you whenever he wants something he'll be like

"remember when you cheated in a game we where playing by making me jealous? That was a little too much don't you think? Now grab me one of the ice cream bars from the freezer"

Jungwon

Wonnie this precious boy

Ppuyo ppuyo Tetris is not a game to play with others

It ruins relationships, friendships, family bonds (from personal experience as someone who got grilled on their Tetris skills while playing 1v1 while my friend was also doing terrible)

He got it since the characters looked cute

And Tetris is fun!

So why not??

You guys started playing it on the switch and everything was fine at first

Then it started getting faster

Wonnie chose the annoying little wizard guy that just yells every 5 seconds

It was driving you both up a wall ngl

So you where like how do I cheat in Tetris,,,

You realized you where gonna get a 5 in 1 move so it was gonna fuck up his play real hard

But if he realizes that's your move he can make one just as strong if he puts his brain to realize what spots he has open and he's good at coming back from riskfull moments

So you digged deep in your brain to think of something quick

It hit you then

"Wonnie did I ever tell you who my Enhypen bias was"

His face just sort scrunched and he was like ¯\_ಠ_ಠ_/¯ I thought it was me? Moment

"wouldn't it be me? I never thought to ask"

"Oh okay" legit you had gone in with the 5 in 1 move and he hadn't looked at the silver blocks that quickly started to fill his screen he wanted to know

"nonono who is it?" Turned to you he didn't even see the mess that was on his screen

Until he heard the god for saken wizard just yell in defeat

"wait no that's unfair you can't drop something like that on me while we where in a 1v1 match"

His eyes he would just ಠ︵ಠ

Boy so sad :((

He lost the game and now he doesn't know if you bias him or not

If you do bias him you'd just tell him and he'd be like you stressed me out for noThing??

If you didn't bias him he'd be fine with it but he'd need a little moment of confirmation

Idk give this boy some kisses you stressing him out

Niki

Intense DDR fight let's go

This boy don't go down without a fight

Neither do you

But as the levels kept going and the energy got more and more intense

You know it was very likely Niki could win

That boy is dancing prodigy type of guy

So he be doing these steps while also the hand work of the dance itself just to flex

Done with the cute boys snarky behavior

You did the one thing that would throw him of his rthym

Pretend to get hurt

You crouched in a way and made it seem like your knee was in pain but you where still doing the steps

Niki was gonna look over to you to be snarky and witty

But you looked in pain and this giant baby got panicked

"nononono baby are you okay? If you're in pain don't worsen your injury we can stop playing, what about your knee hurts?" He was panicking and you immedietly felt so bad

He stopped moving and so his score got worse and worse

You felt so bad you pretended to just act it out a lil more

"no don't worry Riki it's okay I'll be fine"

"don't say that you're in pain you could worsen your condition, let's find out what happened maybe you just buckled your knee? I've done that, be more careful please"

He legit went over to your board and tried to just stop your movements and left a kiss on your forehead

The song would end and your score would be higher but you would never do that as a cheat again

You didn't even have the courage to tell Riki after

He continued to be just so sweet and caring throughout the date

Would probably even text you afterwards like "Im sorry you injured your knee a little but I'm glad afterwards you felt better and I had a lot of fun :))"

Pls you better keep that all in till the day you die or tell him it's up to you but don't mess with this pore boy again like that pls(〒﹏〒)