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ateez as chase atlantic songs

-> pairing : ateez x fem!reader

-> words count : 4.9k words

-> genre : smut, angst, toxic relationships, friends with benefits, exes, enemies

-> warnings : use of 'slut', 'bunny', 'whore', 'good girl', 'brat' & 'bitch', dom&sub dynamics, dirty talk, teasing, creampie, swearing, unprotected sex, jealousy, possessivness, begging, semi-public, sex, rough sex, body worship, praise, oral (m. & f. receiving), deep throating, cum eating, degradation, dry humping, marking, fingering, choking, bondage, edging, handjob, face slapping, hair pulling

-> 18+ content bellow, minors DNI

-> sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language.

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KIM HONGJOONG - SWIM

"the water’s getting colder, let me in your ocean, swim."

→ Dating Hongjoong had never been easy. He was always busy, never there when you needed him to, always canceling plans and dates and not putting any effort into your relationship. That was why you broke up with him, that was why you left without any regrets. But one thing you must admit was that the sex with him had always been incredible, the best you’ve ever had. And everytime he called you back because he needed you to unwind some tension, you always came back to him.

“- Just like that, baby, ride me.”

His hands holding your hips and guiding your movements made shivers come alive on your skin, leaving you a trembling and moaning mess on top of him. You couldn’t even count how many times you ended up exactly like that, riding him in his desk chair when he was too stressed by work to go out and find a girl to fuck. Why bother when you were here to give him your pussy whenever he wanted to ?

“- Joong… I’m so close.

- Me too, gonna fill you up, yeah ? Gonna make you mine again.”

You could only moan and throw your head back, pleasure overtaking every one of your senses. There was no feeling left between the two of you, but the sex was too good to give it up. 

“- Fuck, you’re dripping with my cum, look at that.”

Hongjoong scooped up the sticky substance sliding down your thighs, bridging up his fingers to your lips. And you obediently opened up your mouth, licking him clean. 

“- Such a good girl.”

And for him, you always were, because he knew exactly how to please you. 

"probably should’ve fucked on the first night, now i gotta wait for the green light."

→ Since your friend group was still the same as Hongjoong’s, you often ran into him at parties. And even if you knew you would always end the night with him railing you, you loved to play hard to get, to flirt with every other man there to make him mad. It was petty, and it was out of line, but you couldn’t help it, couldn’t help playing with him a little bit. 

“- You think you can do that in front of me ? Acting like a bitch just to get my dick.

- Not my fault you can’t get enough of me.”

He got you pinned against a wall in the hallway, one of his legs slotted between your thighs and pressing against your dampened panties just right. He had that smirk on his face - dangerously attractive.

“- Come on, you know better than to tease me.”

But you didn’t want to surrender this easily, and Hongjoong knew it, gripping your jaw and guiding your lips to his. While he was devouring your mouth, his hands took a hold of your waist, making you grind against his leg. And soon enough, you were moaning in his mouth as if you were in heat. 

“- Just say yes, Y/N.”

You had just enough consciousness left to nod and not let him fuck you where everyone could interrupt you. But truth be told, you might have let him do it if he asked you. You couldn't help but be drawn right back to him every time you saw him. It was like muscle memory, your body remembering how good it felt every time his hand was innocently laying on your waist. And you were completely over him, but not his body. And judging by the looks of the hickeys he loved to leave on your skin, he was not over yours either. 

PARK SEONGHWA - RIGHT HERE

"it’s happening again, well, i don’t give a fuck about your friends, i’m right here."

→ It all started when San introduced you to Seonghwa and his pretty long hair, and his pretty face, and his pretty body. You couldn’t detach your gaze from him, and it seemed like he couldn’t look away from you either. That’s how you ended up in his bed for the first time - but definitely not the last.

“- Seonghwa… People could see us.

- It’s okay, pretty, nobody cares. Just let me kiss you some more.”

And like a magnet, your lips met his again. You could feel his hands roaming all around your body, pushing your dress higher up your thighs so you could fully straddle him. You could feel his hard on pressing against your core every time you shifted a little bit against him, low moans escaping him and crashing against your lips. You couldn’t help the urge to grind against him faster, little whines coming out of your mouth and mingling with his own sounds. 

“- Don’t stop, pretty, you’re doing so good for me.”

His praises that he made sure to whisper with his head buried into your neck made you shiver in his hold, but Seonghwa was already too focused on marking up your skin to care about the fact that you looked so fucked up already, that they were still people around the two of you. 

“-  I wanna fuck you in front of everyone, show them how much of a slut you are for me, show them how perfect you are and that they’ll never make you feel as good as I do.”

The worst part was that it was true, and that you would let him do that if he touched you the right way to make you fold. Except that Seonghwa wanted to keep the view of your bare cunt all for himself, making you scream his name behind closed doors for everyone at the party to hear.

"i’m always ready to go, i’m calling you pick up your phone."

→ “- I can’t Hwa, I’m out with friends right now and you know it. 

- But please, lovely, I really want to see you, I need you.”

You bit your lips as you looked around the bar, seeing all your friends laughing and having fun, but all you could think about was Seonghwa and the last time he made you feel good. So you sent a single message to your best friend, and you left. 

“- Just thinking about you going out dressed like this… It’s driving me crazy, you’re driving me crazy, baby.”

But right now, he was the one driving you insane with the way his fingers moved inside of you, with the way his tongue was playing with your clit. It was always like that, and both of you loved it. You made each other go mad. He was jealous when he shouldn’t be, and you were possessive when you had no right to be. 

“- Please, Hwa…

- Gonna make you cum on my tongue first, yeah ? And then I’ll fuck you like you want to.”

You nodded and let yourself go to the feeling, your hands dipping in his hair and tugging on his black strands as if you wanted to push him even closer to you. And when he finally let you feel his cock, it was his hands that were lost in your hair, as if he needed something to ground himself in reality. 

“- You’re making me lose my mind, always here everytime I call you… You always come back to me, right ?

- Yes ! Yes, you’re the only one I need.”

You shouldn’t say that, and Seonghwa shouldn’t love hearing those words so much, he shouldn’t fuck you harder everytime you begged him for more only because your voice was as sweet as honey, only because your scent was intoxicating and invading all his sense. Because everytime you called, he was right here too, and everytime you needed him, he was ready to run to you anytime - even if he shouldn’t, because you weren’t his, and he wasn’t yours. 

JEONG YUNHO - SLOW DOWN

"she said “fuck me like i’m famous”, i said “okay”."

→ It wasn’t Yunho’s type to do this. Usually, he would go back to their hotel and let the other members go out and fool around with as many girls as they wanted. But you were different. It sounded so fucking cliché in his head, but it was the truth. There was something in the way you looked at him, something in the way you were behaving that attracted him to you like a magnet. 

“- I didn’t think you'd be the one taking me home tonight.

- Just because I don’t end up with a different girl every night it doesn’t mean that I don’t know how to recognize a pretty girl when I see one.”

And he did show you how beautiful he thought you were when he got you pinned against the wall of the elevator, hands groping your ass shamelessly while he was devouring your mouth. Maybe that was why he never fucked his fans after all - maybe it was because he was a sex god and that they’ll never get over him. 

“- Yunho… 

- Got you wet already, baby ? How are you gonna handle me when I’ll fuck you for real ?”

And he pressed his body against yours, making you feel his big cock through your clothes. The surprise on your face was evident, and Yunho grinned as he unfastened his belt slowly. 

“- You still want it pretty girl ?”

And you did. You showed him how much you wanted it when you got down on your knees to take him in your mouth as he looked down on you, finding it so cute to see you try to control your gag reflex. However, Yunho made sure to reward you by fucking you on every surface available of your apartment. He definitely was a sex god.

"you’re buried in the pillow, yeah, you’re so loud, but i’m about to show you baby, slow down."

→ When he asked you to leave him your number in case he came back to your city, you didn’t think that Yunho would actually text you. However, you sometimes received little messages when he saw something beautiful (“just like you”, he added every time). So in the end, you weren’t surprised when he mentioned that he was in town for a few days, and that he wanted to see you. 

“- Don’t rush, baby, I want to take my time with you.”

It felt awfully good to hear his voice whispering dirty words in ears again, but it felt too good to stop. You didn’t want to become one of his crazy groupies, but you had to admit that you missed him, that you couldn’t stop thinking about him.

“- Still the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. Gonna let me eat it ?”

And how could you have said no to that ? You let Yunho do everything he wanted, let him worship your body as if you were a Greek goddess. By the time he finally got you on all fours, his big cock sitting deep inside of you, you were already a moaning mess, only able to remember his name, your brain too foggy to think about anything else. 

“- You’re so loud, baby, want everyone to hear that you’re a slut for me ?”

You shook your head, not ready to let the world know that you were in fact a whore for him.

“- Then fucking take it and shut your pretty mouth.”

One of his hands was pushing your head into the pillow, muffling your cries of pleasure every time his tip was kissing your cervix. And he didn’t want you to see the effect you had on him, he didn’t want to admit that you had been on his mind since the last time. You didn’t need to know that you were his favorite fan. 

KANG YEOSANG - INTO IT

"she don’t really like it but she needs me, yeah, she saying she don’t really miss me."

→ “- You’re so fucking childish, Y/N. I don’t even want to argue with you anymore.

- Just say you’re a coward and that you’re afraid of me.”

Yeosang only showed you his middle finger as he turned to leave the room. You let out an exasperated sigh as you took a sip of your coffee. Everytime you were having a good time, he had to ruin it all by his mere presence, and what was supposed to be a calm afternoon at the café with your friends turned into another rambling session about the guy you just couldn’t stand. 

“- Remind me what you were saying again ? That’s right, that I’m a coward ? But do you see yourself now, can’t even look me in the eyes because I’m fucking you too good.”

You wanted to deny, to say he was wrong. But deep inside, you knew he was right. You knew you were losing all your senses as soon as he got you alone, as soon as he got his hands on you. 

“- Yeo, it’s not… Shit ! You know I have to…

- Need to pretend in front of your friends that you’re not a slut for me ? Too ashamed that the poor guy has the richest girl of the college on her knees, right ?”

And he was too close to the truth for you to try and contradict him this time. If they all knew what you let him do to you behind closed doors when you were constantly talking behind his back everyday, they would ruin your reputation and your chances to take over your father’s company one day. 

“- You’re so fucking greedy for my cock.”

You were, you didn’t like it, but you were, to the point that you didn’t care about your future as long as you had him in your bed. 

"say she wanna fuck me latter, girl, i’m into it."

→ “- You’re coming tonight, right ?

- Maybe. I’ll text you later.”

It pained him a little to be so cold with you sometimes, but he had to play hard to get if he didn’t want to lose himself in you completely. Yeosang was aware that your relationship - if you could even call it like that - wasn’t made to last. He was from the middle class and you were rich, and even if he didn’t like these stereotypes, there was no way that you would stop being embarrassed of him one day, there was no way that he could be a part of your world one day.

“- You missed me, uh ? That’s why you always end up calling.

- Yes, always need you Yeo.”

But in the end, he was always back to you, back to the expensive sorority you were staying at, back to these parties he never fitted in. But you were here. 

“- That’s right, you love it when I call you a slut. What would everybody think of you if they knew that you beg for my cock every night ?”

You didn’t want him to reveal the truth about you, but at the same time, you wanted it so bad. Maybe you could live with him, maybe it could be your happy end. And maybe they would think he had corrupted you, but you were into it, and you were into him. But you were not ready to leave your golden cage just yet. 

CHOI SAN - OHMAMI

"telling your friends you hate me but i know you can’t get enough."

→ You couldn’t stand the way he was ogling you like he owned you, and you couldn’t stand the way he glared at every guy approaching as if he had any right over you and your body when he didn’t. He never had any power over you, and you would never let him gain some. Or at least, that’s what you tried to convince everyone of, including yourself. 

“- What are you doing here San ?

- Don’t play dumb with me, sweetheart. We both know what we're here for.

- Go away ! I don’t want to have anything to do with you.”

But the way your breath hitched in your throat as he got closer to you was betraying you, and you knew he was aware of the state he was putting you in. You wanted to make him drop his annoying smirk, and you wanted to make him regret everything he ever did to you. Maybe that was why you kissed him first. Maybe that was why you forced your tongue in his mouth even when he was trying to get you off of him. 

“- What do you think you’re doing Y/N ?

- Exactly what you wanted, Sannie.”

The surname sounded horribly good coming from you, and San didn’t want to see the smug look on your face anymore. So even if he was disgusted by your existence, he kissed you again, and again, and again, until you couldn’t think anymore, alcohol and lust both clouding your mind. 

“- And what now ? You’re gonna fuck me ?

- Maybe I should. 

- Yeah, maybe you should.”

"i bent the corner then she bent it for me sidways, might have to fuck her on the highway, yeah."

→ Every party San was there was a torture. You remembered every detail of his lips against yours when all you wanted was to forget about it. When your eyes crossed his, it was as if you could still feel your hands tugging on his hair, and his fingers slipping past the hem of your skimpy dress. Everytime your mind drifted back to these memories, you felt on the verge of throwing up. But your only way to relieve your stress was through him, sadly.

“- Didn’t think you would be back to me so soon, sweetheart. 

- Don’t play dumb, San. You know I’m just here because you got some good weed. 

- Come with me, I left it in my car.”

You were suspicious, but you really needed a good smoking session and he was the only one that could offer you that right now. So you followed him, and you didn’t think further when he asked you if you wanted him to roll you a joint right now. You must have to be a little more considerate next time if you didn't want to end up riding San in his car. 

“- Always knew you were slut, I should’ve given you my dick sooner.”

You wanted to throw back a clever answer at him, but only a moan escaped your mouth. The car was moving along with every one of his thrusts into your pussy, and the windows were so fogged up, there was no way people didn’t know what was going on.

“- Can’t get enough of me, uh ?

- Don’t get so full of yourself, I doubt you can make me cum.”

His condescending laugh as he wrapped a hand around your throat made you shiver. And maybe you should get out and never see him again, but it was all so disgustingly good. 

“- Oh, but I’m not the one who will end up full, Y/N. You think I’m letting you go before giving you a little souvenir ? You’re gonna take it all, and think about it for days after I’ve forgotten about the way you taste.”

It was a lie, he was equally as obsessed with you. But the desire he was feeling for you was unmistakable, even if it made him sick to admit it. 

SONG MINGI - FRIENDS

"just tell me what you’re doing with that other guy ‘cause i ain’t got patience to slow down the pace."

→ Mingi always stuck to looking at you from afar, to only being your best friend. Even if you made out with him a few times, even if he had eaten you out on numerous occasions when your dates couldn’t even make you cum. Even with that, he was still your best friend, and he shouldn’t feel jealous of the guy you were drunkenly grinding against. 

“- Mingi ! Why don’t you come and dance with me ?”

And he could never deny you anything. So he said yes, and he wrapped his arms around your waist, keeping you as close to him as possible. Your eyes were glazed by all the alcohol you drank, but that still didn’t stop you from noticing the way Mingi was shamelessly staring at your lips. 

“- You want to kiss me ?

- You know I’ll always say yes.”

So you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and you let him slip his tongue into your mouth, and let his hands push you closer to his body. Everytime your lips touched his, Mingi couldn’t help thinking about how good you were tasting, about how well you were fitting in his arms. 

“- You’re taking me home tonight ?

- Thought you wanted to go back to this guy’s place.

- No, I always want you in the end.”

The sincerity pouring from your words made his heart beat faster, and that same night when you were laying in his bed and he was balls deep inside of you, it finally felt perfect - from the way you were moaning his name to the clench of your cunt around him.

"what the hell were we ? tell me we weren’t just friends, this doesn’t make much sense." 

→ “- You can’t come and ruin every one of my dates, Mingi !

- Yeah ? But who do you come to when they don’t know your body like I do ? And who do you come crying to when they leave you alone and I have to pick you up ? I’m always here when you need me, can’t you see that ?”

Flames were burning in your best friend’s eyes like never before, and you could only blame yourself and your inability to face the truth, to admit your own feelings. 

“- We're just friends ! You have no right over me.

- Do you really think friends make out the way we do, Y/N ? Do you think friends know that you like to be called a slut ? Do you think friends know how to fuck you the way I do ?”

You didn’t realize how close he had gotten, too entranced by the way he was looking at you as if he wanted to eat you. And you knew he was right, you knew that you shouldn’t be friends with him after all that happened, but the “what if”’s always scared you enough to chicken out. 

“- Then what do you want ?

- You.”

It was as simple as that, and Mingi made sure to prove it to you when he repeated these three words through the night, these three words he was dying to tell you for years. And he made sure that you knew no one could ever make you cum as hard as he did, and he made sure that you knew no one could ever compare to him, because who could understand you better than your friend ?

JUNG WOOYOUNG - MEDDLE ABOUT

"now if i could figure it out, i’d take you back to my house so we could meddle about"

→ Your eyes were shining under the club's lights, and Wooyoung couldn't help but hold your gaze for longer than he should everytime they crossed, because there was just something about you that he couldn’t get enough of. He never saw you before that night, but he knew that he wanted to have you as soon as he laid his eyes on you. 

“- Can I offer you another drink ?”

You looked up at him with a slight grin on your face, because you weren’t blind - you noticed how he was staring at you all night, and you would be lying if you said that you hadn’t checked him out too.

“- What for ?

- Because you’re a pretty girl. Do I need another reason ?

- Depends. But since you’re quite handsome yourself, I’ll say yes.”

That was how it all started, and you quickly forgot about your friends you came to the bar with and spent the whole night talking with him instead. You didn’t think you would click with him past physical attraction, but you didn’t want to get your hopes up either. And as time and drinks passed, Wooyoung got more and more touchy, his hands landing on your thighs, on your waist, rubbing circles against the exposed skin of your sides due to your skimpy dress. 

“- Wanna end the night at mine ?

- I don’t come back to the guys’ places on the first night, Woo.

- Doesn’t mean I can’t fuck you somewhere else.”

And you obviously couldn’t argue with such a logic - and maybe that you wanted him too much to say no. That was how you ended up riding him in the backseat of his car, head thrown back in bliss and his hands guiding your hips in a rhythm that had you losing your mind so easily. 

"you got me down on my knees, it’s getting harder to breathe out."

→ “- Please, baby, don’t make me wait.

- But I think you deserved it, don’t you ?”

You had been teasing him for far too long for him to even remember when you started stroking his cock and taking him into your mouth. His hands were closed in fists, trying to ground himself in reality even if he was slowly losing his mind with the way you had tied him up, forbidding him from touching you. 

“- Come one, don’t be a brat.”

Your hand coming down to slap his face had him moaning embarrassingly loud, the way he was pounding into you and making you cry last weekend long forgotten. 

“- You’re the one doing everything to get on my nerves, baby. Acting like a slut and flirting with anyone just to get my attention, right ?”

Wooyoung wanted to deny it, but it was the truth. Whenever you didn’t give him all your time, he was willing to do everything it took to earn it back, even if it meant that you were going to edge him for hours and hours. 

“- You’re such a dumb whore, it’s pathetic.

- Let me cum, please, please, I need it.”

It only took another “slut” whispered right against the skin of his neck for the boy to let go and cover your hand in his sticky release. Even if he knew he wasn’t your only one, Wooyoung couldn’t help coming back to you every time, because he couldn’t stop thinking about you - one word from you, and he was on his knees. And it was indeed pathetic, but he couldn’t care less when you felt so divine. 

CHOI JONGHO - CHURCH

"stay on the ground ‘till your knees hurt, no more praying baby, i’ma be your preacher."

→ When you first met Jongho, you thought of him as a sweet guy, always so caring and gentle despite being sometimes shy and a little quiet around you. And even when you started going out together, he was always so cute and gentle - holding the door for you, walking you home and gifting you flowers. 

“- You better quit the attitude and behave if you want to cum at all tonight, bunny.”

But now that he got you down on your knees, hands tied down behind your back, and forcing his cock down your throat because you had teased him earlier that day, your views of him completely changed. And honestly, you liked it like that, as if the moans you were letting out around him weren’t enough of a hint.

“- That’s more like it, doesn’t it feel good to listen to me, sweetheart ?”

You nodded as best as you could, with saliva dripping down your chin and tears running down your cheeks. It made sense with the pool of arousal in your underwear, though. You knew that obeying to your boyfriend meant a delicious reward in the end. 

“- Such a good girl when you want to, gonna make me cum. You’re gonna swallow it all, uh ?”

You didn’t even need to answer that because you always did, never wasting a drop and maintaining that eye contact as Jongho released down your throat, groaning lowly at the sinful sight you offered him. He would never admit it, but you being a little brat had its perks as it gave him an excuse to punish you and play with you in any ways he wished. 

"baptize in your thighs ‘till it hurts, ‘cause i’m about to take you back to church."

→ “- You’re so needy bunny, what’s gotten into you.

- It’s the suit, you look too good.”

The little smirk on Jongho’s face as he pushed you down on the bed was as annoying as it was turning you on. Whenever you where in the audience at an award show and he wore these fucking suits, it got you all worked up and you could barely hold back from jumping his bones until you were home.

“- I’ll never understand why when you literally see me naked all the time.

- Just accept that you are handsome as hell and fuck me.”

You yelped as he flipped you over easily and put you on your knees, bent down into the pillows - so easily that it did nothing to help with your growing need to feel him into you. 

“- Watch your mouth, bunny. You don’t want to make me mad now.”

You shook your head and Jongho slapped your ass as a reward. And when you felt him eagerly sliding your dress past your hips and only pushing your panties to the side before he filled you up, you knew that he had craved this all night too. 

“- Always so tight and wet for me.

- Just for you.”

And he certainly reminded you of that as he ruined you that night, making you cry and scream his name, making your knees buckle and your scalp hurt from his fingers pulling at your hair, making you lose your sanity and cum like no one had before. Because Jongho was the sweetest boyfriend ever, but he was also the meanest when it came to the bedroom, and that duality would probably be the death of you.

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iwaizumi hajime x f!reader

summary: you have the biggest crush on your neighbour—turns out he goes to the same gym as you.

content warnings: time skip setting, fluff, iwaizumi hajime is too beautiful for this world

words count: 1.3k

“I swear I’ve never seen something so magnificent,” you say in a fierce whisper.

Your best friend groans on the other end of the call. “Are you talking about that guy again?”

“That’s ridiculous.”

“What is ridiculous?” she asks, already exasperated, hoping you’ll finally change the subject.

“His awesomeness. This morning, he was on his balcony, hanging out the sheets and still he looked so cool and-”

“Oh god, I’m hanging up now.”

She should be used to it by now. For weeks, your not-so-subtle (and maybe slightly overdramatic) crush on your new neighbour has been the only thing on your mind—and on your lips. But you’re not the one to blame. The man is a pleasure to your eyes—in an unfair kind of way.

You first noticed him when he moved in two months ago.

His arms were stacked with cardboard boxes, his short hair was tousled from the summer heat and a few strands were clinging to his forehead. You were heading to the lift when he walked past, barely glancing up as he unlocked the apartment right next to yours. His brows were knitted in a frown, but the moment he noticed you, a quiet smile tugged at his lips. And you swore you’d never seen such beauty before.

You mumbled something like “good morning”, although you don’t even know if it reached his ears since you hastily turned your gaze away and stepped into the lift.

Then, you started noticing him everywhere.

In the hallway, where he nodded politely but never said much. At the mailboxes, where he always grabbed his letters with an effortless coolness. On his balcony, where he stretched after runs, wearing nothing but a tank top and shorts that should probably be illegal.

His balcony isn’t directly aligned with yours—it’s angled just enough that, from your couch, you can see straight into his living room. So really, it’s not your fault if you watch him sometimes. And yes, on the rare nights when you let curiosity get the best of you, you find yourself peeking through your window, catching glimpses of him under the soft glow of his apartment light. Tapping on his laptop. Making coffee. Just being there.

Not that you’re spying. That would be creepy. You’re just—observing.

The gym is the one place where you can let go. Since work has been demanding, you figured exercising might help you find some balance. Physically, maybe—but mentally? Not a chance. Because ever since you laid eyes on him, your mind has been an absolute mess.

Which is how you find yourself, mid-run on the treadmill, calling your best friend for the fourth time this week just to talk about your hot neighbour.

“Wait! Please, don’t leave me alone in this crisis,” you whine into your earphones.

Your best friend sighs. “Crisis? You’re staring at a hot guy and refusing to do anything about it. That’s not a crisis, that’s just cowardness.”

The thought alone makes your heart racing faster in your rib cage. “I am not refusing. I just- I don’t know where to start.”

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe by asking his name?”

“No, no, no. I could never.”

“Come on, you’ve been eating, sleeping, and breathing this guy for weeks, and you don’t even know his name. I told you—coward.”

You step off the treadmill and catch your breath. Your voice hovers somewhere between a whisper and a complaint as you wipe your forehead with a towel. “Excuse me, but I am not—”

“Hey,” a deep voice interrupts.

Your heart stops.

Your best friend is still talking in your ear, but you don’t hear a word. Slowly, so slowly, you turn your head—

And he’s there.

Right in front of you.

All lean muscle, sun-kissed skin, and olive-green eyes that are even more stunning up close.

Since when does he come to your gym?

“I, uh-hi,” you stammer, yanking out an earbud.

He nods toward the treadmill. “Are you still using this?”

"Yes-I mean no. I-I…"

The corner of his lips turns upwards. “Yes or no?”

Everything in your head seems to come out scrambled, in the wrong order. "No! I mean-I'm done! It’s all yours!"

“Is it your neighbour?” Your best friend, still very much on the call, says. She doesn’t wait for your answer to add, "Ask his name."

"Shut up!" you blurt out and you feel heat scorching your face when you realise what you said out loud. You wave your hands in panic and rush to explain, “Oh my god, not you. Sorry”

Your neighbour looks somewhere between amused and mildly concerned. "Uh… right. Thanks." He still remains polite, almost too kind even though you just made a fool of yourself.

And just like that, he steps onto the treadmill, setting up his workout while you remain frozen in pure, undiluted mortification.

You spin on your heel and flee.

And for the next week, you avoid the gym like the plague and close your curtains.

It’s late Friday evening when the universe decides to ruin you again.

You step into the apartment complex’s lift, pressing the button for your floor. Just as the doors begin to close, a hand shoots out, stopping them.

You don’t even have time to react before he steps in.

The hot neighbour, whose name still remains a mystery.

He barely spares you a glance as he enters—until his eyes flick toward you, lingering just long enough for a smirk to tug at the corner of his mouth.

"You quit the gym?" he asks after a moment of silence.

You nearly choke. "What? No! I’ve just been… busy. With work. I work a lot… these days."

His smirk deepens. "Right. Then that’s even more reason to go back. It's good not only for physical health, but also for mental health.”

You clear your throat, grasping for composure. “You talk like a true professional.”

His eyes widen, you’re not sure why but he suddenly seems uncomfortable. He scratches the back of his neck and his eyes fall to the ground. “Sorry, that sounded like I’m mansplaining or something.”

“Not at all.” You smile a little. “But I guess I don’t have much of a choice now, do I?”

He immediately lifts his eyes and there's relief on his face, the frown that had formed a few seconds earlier, go away. You can see him tilting his head slightly, considering you.

"I’m going tomorrow morning. You coming?"

You swallow. "I-yeah. Sure."

"Cool," he says easily. Then, after a beat, "Wanna grab a coffee after?"

Your heart stumbles.

"Like… together?"

He huffs a quiet laugh. "Yeah. I mean, no pressure, you can totally say no."

You open your mouth, then close it again. A week ago, you were a coward who wished to never bump into him again. And now—now—he’s standing in a lift, casually inviting you for coffee like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

"I-yeah. That’d be nice."

The lift dings. He steps aside, letting you go first. It only takes a few steps to reach your door, but somehow, it feels incredibly long. You finally turn to wish him a good night, but his voice cuts through the quiet first.

“Oh, and I’m Iwaizumi, by the way. Nice to meet you.”

You take a second to breathe in his words, his name.

You say yours in return—and you swear you see his cheeks redden just a little.

"Then, see you tomorrow, neighbour." He exclaims, throwing you one last glance over his shoulder.

And just like that, he disappears into his apartment.

While you stand there, staring after him, pulse thudding in your ears.

You finally know the name of your hot neighbour.

And he just asked you on a date.

You call your best friend that night to tell her everything. “What should I wear? More like casual? Or classy?” You ask her at some point.

Though she’s away, you can sense the smile on her face. “Gosh, I really should get paid for this.”

a/n: writing for iwaizumi hajime 27 athletic trainer is the best therapy

special tag for @sahrii im glad i can share my iwa obsession with you <3

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Congrats thorns for getting an alter!!!!

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SABRINA CARPENTER at Elie Saab Haute Fashion Show (January 25, 2023)

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oh he's spitting

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Wake the Dead Appreciation Week

Welcome to Wake the Dead Appreciation Week! Since the zombie parasite emerged in 2025, I figured now would be the perfect time for a WtD Appreciation Week! Prompts and Rules below the cut :D

Day 1: Introducing…

Introduce us to your MC (and their LI(s))! What motivates them? Do they like being a leader or did they become one simply out of necessity? What are some of the hard choices they had to make? Do they have any long-term goals?

Day 2: Olympus

Tell us about your colony! What’s it called? How does it run? What are its core values? What structures did you build? How damaged was it during the solstice?

Day 3: Allies

How does your MC (and their colony) get along with their allies? Are there certain allies they support more than others? With whose values does your MC most align? Does your MC outwardly show any biases or do they try to be a fair leader?

Day 4: Three Years Later

It’s been three years since WtD was released. How is your colony doing three years later? Preparing for the next solstice? Enjoying the relative quiet before then? Searching for a cure? What are their plans for the future? Do they have any?

Day 5: Crossovers!

How did your MCs from other books handle the Z25 parasite outbreak? Did they get infected? Did they survive? Did any of them form or join colonies of their own?

Day 6: In An Alternate Universe…

What would your MC (and their LI(s)) be doing if the zombie apocalypse hadn’t happened? What would their childhood have been like if it had been normal? Do you think they still would have found their LI(s)? Or would they be with someone else?

Day 7: Free Day!

Share with us anything you didn’t get the chance to share yet this week!

Rules

This event will start on Monday, May 26 and end on Sunday, June 1. Late submissions will be accepted through June 5.

While there are prompts, the use of them is not required. You also do not have to follow the prompts on their given day. If you want to submit something for day 1's prompt on day 3, you can.

Submissions must include some form of a title

Submissions must include the characters full name and which Choices story they are from. GOC characters must also include a gender tag (ex. m!MC, nb!OC). If you do not include this information, please send me a dm @peonyblossom to let me know how you would like your character's names and such to appear on the masterlist.

If your work contains a relationship it must be labelled correctly, using "x" or "/" for romantic/sexual relationships and "&" for platonic relationships.

NSFW/mature submissions are allowed, but must be tagged properly and have the proper community label.

You cannot submit AI generated content for this event.

Tag this account on all submissions. If I don't reblog within 72 hours, please DM the post to @peonyblossom as sometimes Tumblr tags can be unreliable. In addition, you can also use the #wtd appreciation week

[lelelego]

i love eli and i love the way you characterize boone… i go back to that waiting comic a lot bc its so good…. eli/boone is so cute!!! 🫡

hehehe thank you!!!!! i also go back to it sometimes :") my magnum opus...

here's eli being fucking delusional:

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Olivia Wilde | Elie Saab Spring 2016 dress • Monique Lhuillier clutch • Kurt Geiger sandals | Unite4:Humanity Event | 2016

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TMI DISCORD SERVER!

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• writers will begin in august and artist in september

•sign ups for the event have already begun and will end on the 29th

the server also has to offer:

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• semi regular events!

• two general chats (one fast and one slower) a range of vc and channel for art, writing and more!

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[netmors]

One day, admiral of the New Republic fleet, commodore of the Chiss Ascendancy fleet, and diplomat of the “no-longer-Empire” came into the bar… and began to think about how to get from the "books" to the "screen".

And make it clear to one Сhiss that they will not tolerate an armada of zombie stormtroopers and witches “on their shift.” Even if he is their friend.

I'm still trying to comprehend how much I ultimately disliked the Ahsoka series… The first season feels unfinished at all.

[elllisaaa]

enhypen as isabel la rosa songs

-> pairing : enha x fem!reader

-> words count : 3.2k words

-> genre : smut, angst, toxic relationships, enemies, cheating, friends-to-lovers, age gap, friends with benefits

-> warnings : dirty talk, teasing, swearing, unprotected sex, jealousy, possessivness, degradation, begging, praising, marking, oral (f. & m. receiving), use of 'slut' & 'good girl', dry humping, creampie

-> 18+ content bellow, minors DNI

-> sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language.

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated !

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LEE HEESEUNG - HEARTBEAT

"i can feel your heartbeat, you hate it that you love me."

→ You never liked Heeseung, and luckily, the feeling was mutual - it meant that you were not forced to act as if you didn’t hate each other all the time. You never appreciated people who thought that everything they had was due to them and who couldn’t respect those who had to work to earn their place ; just like you did. 

“- You’ll never be as good as I am, Y/N. It’s a fact, accept it.

- You can be as condescending as you want but one day you won’t have all that money anymore and I will because I worked hard.”

Despite the disgust you felt for him and his privileges, the most efficient way you found to annoy him was to fuck with him. Yes, you hated him, but you couldn’t deny that he was attractive. And yes, he hated you too, but it seemed that he couldn’t get enough of you. 

“- F-Fuck ! You’re always so tight for me…

- If you think it’s just for you, you’re an idiot.”

Heeseung hated it, hated how his body reacted everytime he was inside of you, hated how much effect you had on him. But it was the truth. Everytime he was eating you out, he felt like he could cum in his pants just from the taste that he could not forget. Everytime you were touching him, he had to close his eyes and not look at you or he would definitely get addicted.

"possessive, you’re not mine, but you imply that."

→ “- You can’t go around and flirt with my friends like that !

- And why not ? You’re nothing to me !”

Heeseung couldn’t stand the thought of your lips on Sunghoon’s ones, of you showing him your body just like you did last night in his room. He shouldn’t feel jealous, but he was. So he grabbed your jaw in between his fingers, forcing you to look into his angry eyes. 

“- That’s not what you were saying when I was fucking you yesterday.

- Go to hell.”

But maybe you were the one who was going to end up dancing with Satan with the way you were acting. Everytime, you told yourself it would be the last time. And everytime, you came right back when he asked you to come over. You could tell yourself that it was only because he had a good dick, that it was because you liked to see him suffer but the truth was that you were just as addicted. And when he pushed you against the wall and shoved his tongue down your throat in front of his friends, and that you simply moaned and asked for more, you couldn’t deny anymore - he called and you came in a heartbeat.

PARK JONGSEONG - CLOSER

"i wanna get closer, it’s getting colder, but maybe in your sweater i’ll be warmer."

→ You hated to be that kind of girl, you hated that you were breaking the girl’s code, but was it really your fault ? Jay had always looked at you in a certain way, and even if he was supposed to be off limits because he was your friend’s partner, you couldn’t help but look at him with the same desire. Because it could only be that. 

“- Here, take my jacket, I don’t want you to get a cold.”

You gladly accepted the piece of clothing, suddenly surrounded by his scent that heightened all of your senses. You could feel the pool of arousal between your thighs growing bigger as he landed his hand on your thigh while he drove you home. Jay had proposed that only to have some time alone with you, and the both of you knew it. Even if nothing ever happened, it felt good to have you close. 

“- Are you finally gonna touch me tonight ?”

Jay spared you a glance, but the way his hand was slipping underneath your panties was enough of a hint that you were on the same page. As soon as his fingertips came in contact with your clit, you gasped loudly, having anticipated this moment for so long.

“- Fuck… If I had known that you were always this wet for me…

- What ? You would’ve fucked me sooner ?

- Maybe.”

"you’re scared to get close, but i promise you’ll be okay."

→ “- I said no, Y/N. I don’t want her to discover everything, and I’ve already bailed on her two times this week.

- And you won’t ask yourself why you feel the need to spend so much time with me and not your girlfriend ?”

Jay stayed silent, but he knew you were right. The good thing to do would be to leave his current girlfriend, if not to be with you, at least to have some respect for her. And he used to be a gentleman, he really was, but then he met you and all his values flew right out of the window. But he was too scared to leave her, too scared to hurt her even if he had probably already done that. 

“- Don’t hide your pretty face from me. You’ve begged me to come fuck you and now you’re shy ?”

You shook your head as best as you could, the way his cock was hitting your g-spot rendering you unable to talk or think. Jay smirked, loving how easy it was for him to fuck you stupid, how easy it was for him to get lost in the feeling of your cunt clenching around him, or to get hypnotized by your moans and whimpers of his name. 

“- J-Jay, please… ‘M close…”

One of his hands came down to press on your clit and his lips crashed against yours to muffle your sounds. He was afraid that if he heard you whine one more time, he would become a total asshole and leave your friend to be with you. And he shouldn’t even be doing that, he shouldn’t even think about it, but he needed to be closer to you.

SIM JAEYUN - MORE THAN FRIENDS

"i swear all this shit isn’t just in my head, i know we’re more than friends."

→ Jake was the perfect best friend, and even if a lot of people didn’t believe that you and him could only have a platonic relationship, you were. Yes, he was touchy and sometimes, it seemed like you were a couple. Yes, he was at your place more often than at his, but it didn’t mean anything. Or at least, it was what he told you, it was what you tried to convince yourself of to not go crazy.

“- Ah, Y/N ! You’re too hot, everyone is going to steal you away from me !”

When Jake was saying that type of thing, it was hard to believe that there was nothing more between the two of you. You glanced at yourself in the mirror one more time, admiring how your tight dress complimented all your curves. And suddenly, you felt his hands on your waist, his warm body pressing against your back, his hot breath hitting the skin of your neck. 

“- And you smell so good…”

Slowly, your mind drifted back to the drunk make out sessions in the backseat of his car, to his head between your thighs in the bathroom of the bar, to his cock in your mouth, only two weeks ago, at Heeseung’s party. It wasn’t what friends were supposed to do, but you were too scared to address the situation, Jake’s kissing up and down your neck wasn’t helping either.

“- Jake…

- Mmh…

- We’re gonna be late, we have to go.”

He nodded but he still took the time to suck a hickey just below your jaw to mark his territory before going out. He claimed to be only your friend, but he couldn’t stand the thought of anyone else tasting you like this.

"i need, need your hand on my waist, please, save me, god, don’t let me die waitin’."

→ “- Please, don’t go home with him. 

- You can’t do that everytime, Jake, you’re not my dad for fuck’s sake !”

And he knew it, but he didn’t want anyone to be with you except him. It was selfish, and if at least, he wasn’t a coward and had the balls to tell you what he felt for you, maybe it would’ve been more sensible. But he couldn’t lose you, he needed you.

“- But I’m your best friend, and I know when a guy isn’t made for you.

- Sure, all best friends fuck each other, common sense. I don’t care what you think, I’m going back with him and I’m getting good dick from someone who isn’t afraid of their own feelings. Goodnight.”

But before you could turn around and leave, Jake grabbed your hands to stop you in your tracks. Without a word, he dropped to his knees, eyes shining with regret. You wanted to slap him across his face for hurting you like this, but you didn’t.

“- I’m sorry, I’m an idiot, I’m sorry. I just can’t believe that you want me as much as I want you, I’m sorry.”

You should’ve sent him away, but you were weak for him, and seeing him at your feet was nice. So you grabbed him by his jaw, leading him under your skirt, his nose pressing against your clit just right. Jake didn’t need more to start licking you through your panties like a starved man. 

“- You have a lot to make up for, Jakey.”

And he was willing to spend hours and hours worshiping you if it was what it took for you to forgive him and give him a chance.

PARK SUNGHOON - OLDER

"think i need someone older, just a little bit colder."

→ Growing up surrounded by irresponsible adults forced you to mature too soon, and it led you to never finding your place. When you were with people your age, they always seemed so childish and petty, making a fuss about everything, and it annoyed you. You knew your perspective was biased because you were the one that grew up too fast, but it wasn’t easier to make friends. And when you were with older people, it was even worse because they treated you like a child, like the young adult you should have been but that you were not. 

“- I didn’t expect to see you come back this soon, Y/N.”

Your eyes immediately fell into Sunghoon's dark but gentle gaze. He was the librarian you quite literally grew up with. When you were little, you spent all your time with him, reading and drinking hot chocolate. But now that you were older, you couldn’t help the attraction you felt for him. 

“- Well, you’ve always had incredible taste in literature.”

You flashed him a smile, and you could’ve sworn you had seen a glimpse of something more in his eyes when you leaned down over the counter to hand him back your books. You could feel the tension, and you knew you shouldn’t play this game with someone so much older than you, but you couldn’t help it - every time he looked at you through his glasses, you felt on fire. 

“- I was wondering if you also had some romance novels to recommend to me, the ones I’ve been reading lately are boring.”

What you were implying was clear, and Sunghoon didn’t lose anything of the show you were putting on for him - cleavage almost showing your tits, lips pouted and glossed, the shortest skirt known to mankind revealing your legs. He felt guilty, but he was only a man and you were the prettiest girl he had ever seen.

“- Come with me, I’ll show you some more interesting things.”

"baby, am i your little secret ? eighteen, i’m old enough to keep it."

→ “- And here are the books you had reserved, Mrs. Brown, have a good day !”

Sunghoon couldn’t help staring at you everytime you were helping him at the library on your free days from college. It seemed like your outfits were becoming more and more thigh and short as time passed. He didn’t complain, but it made it hard for him to concentrate when you were bending down to replace some books, exposing half of your ass to him shamelessly.

“- You’re acting like a slut, Y/N.”

You turned around, cheeks red and trying to act innocent. But Sunghoon knew by now that you were not. The girl he once knew didn’t exist anymore, only replaced by a demon that teased him all day long. 

“- I’m sorry, can I do something to help ?”

You stepped closer to him, dropping down to your knees as soon as you were in between his legs. Sunghoon closed his eyes and sighed as you kissed his boner through the material of his pants while your hands fumbled to unbuckle his belt. 

“- See, you know how to be a good girl, uh ?”

You nodded, and in no time, you were drooling around his cock, one of his hands tangled in your hair as you bobbed your head up and down. It was definitely wrong, but it felt too good to stop.

KIM SUNOO - I'M YOURS

"favorite mistake, friendship’s over, won’t be the same." 

→ When Sunoo loved someone, it was with his whole heart, and he would do anything for them. But it was especially true when it came to you. You had a special place in his life, something everyone except you seemed to have noticed. So when you mentioned having been single for too long and that you needed someone to unwind the tension, he jumped on the occasion to prove that he was worthy of you.

“- Are you sure ? Won’t it be weird if we do that ?”

Sunoo shrugged, his mind already clouded with thoughts of you and your shiny lips on his own. 

“- I’m sure. I want to help you. Plus, we’ve been friends for so long, it would take more than that to break us up, don’t you think ?”

You agreed, and Sunoo was wrong for once. Because the moment you tasted him, you knew that there was no going back : you could never live without all of this anymore. So you kissed him back, letting your tongue slip in his mouth as you sat on his lap. 

“- Sunoo… Touch me, please…”

You didn’t know if it was the desperation talking or if you had been craving him all these years without realizing it, but you moaned when he took a hold of your waist, guiding you to grind against his clothed cock. And it felt so good you weren’t thinking about your friendship anymore.

"nervous, trip over my words, you’re so pretty it hurts, baby i’m yours."

→ “- You’re so beautiful…”

You looked up at Sunoo with glazed eyes, far too gone from the way he was thrusting into you. His cock was hitting just the right spot to make you moan loudly, and he wasn’t doing any better with the way you were clenching so tight around him. 

“- Sunoo… Feels so good, I’m so close…

- I’m going to cum too princess, gonna make you mine.”

You whined at his words, wrapping your hands around his shoulder to get him even closer to you, if it was even possible. When he told you things like that, your heart throbbed and you wanted him to mean it so bad. But even with the recent upgrade of your relationship, you knew that he didn’t feel everything you were feeling for him. 

“- Cum for me, pretty, please.”

As if your body had a mind of its own, your orgasm crashed over you immediately, crying out his name while Sunoo painted your walls white, head buried into your neck, but you still heard the three words leaving his mouth.

“- I love you…

- I love you too…”

Sunoo lifted his head slowly, meeting your gaze again. Neither of you needed more words than that, you both knew how you felt, you both knew that he was yours, and that you were his now. 

YANG JUNGWON - EYES DON'T LIE

"you say that you hate me, then tell me shit nobody knows." 

→ Out of the guys, Jungwon was the one you were the least close to. It was not really intentional, but he never seemed to take an interest in you when you hung out with them, and who were you to force him ? And hearing Sunghoon and Heeseung joking about the fact that the usually sweet guy he was probably hated you made you end up believing that Jungwon might simply despise you.

“- Ah ! Sorry to bother you Jungwon, I’m just here to pick up some books Sunghoon wanted to lend me.”

Jungwon didn’t ask more questions and let you enter their dorm, rubbing his red eyes. He seemed to have cried, but mentioning it would be inappropriate. 

“- Are you okay, though ? You seem tired.”

Your words brought new tears to his eyes, and though you had never talked to each other for more than two minutes before, he told you all about his worries, and you did your best to comfort him. You didn’t know when, but you ended up cuddling with him at one point, your fingers running through his hair to calm him down and your eyes diving into his. 

“- Can I kiss you ?”

You didn’t know what came over you, but you nodded and Jungwon’s lips crashed against yours. But the way he was looking at you with such hunger, the way he had always looked at you really - but you were too much of a coward to admit it - was making your heart beat faster. 

“- Kiss me more, please.”

And Jungwon did just that, not thinking about all the things that were on his mind just moments before, only you occupying his thoughts. 

"say you’re mine, eyes don’t lie, i swear friends don’t get this close."

→ “- Look at me and tell me you feel nothing for me, go on !”

But Jungwon couldn’t do that. After that one time when he made out with you and a little more, he didn’t dare address the subject with you, too afraid of everything you awakened in him. He was playing it off as best as he could, trying not to stare at you for too long but he couldn’t help it sometimes - you just attracted him for some reasons.

“- I.. I can’t, Y/N.”

He couldn’t because the reason he stayed away from you was that he knew that he would fall for you so easily, that he knew you would become vital for him if he ever got a taste of you. 

“- You’re cruel, Jungwon. You could’ve told me you didn’t want anything from me and it would’ve hurt less.” 

Jungwon knew it was selfish, but he kissed you in hopes it would erase what you had just reminded him - he was the idiot in this story, the only one to blame. And the only way he found to make it up to you was by burying his head between your thighs.

“- Don’t stop Wonnie, please…”

And he didn’t, licking and sucking all of your juices , his nose bumping against your clit every time he moved, and his groans of pleasure producing a vibration that felt too good. 

“- Say you’re mine, Y/N, say I’m yours.

- I’m yours baby, please !”

Jungwon doubled his efforts to make you cum all over his face, moaning against your wet folds. He couldn’t deny anymore that he was down bad for you, he couldn’t deny anymore that he would do anything for you to love him. But seeing the adoration in your eyes when he got up to kiss you again, he wouldn’t have much to do for you to reciprocate his feelings.

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🔭mercury

part of my observatory event, requested by @liquidcatt <3

sugawara koushi x f!reader

summary: you always seem to run into sugawara koushi—your frustratingly charming, unfairly cute neighbour—at the worst times. (but maybe that’s for the best).

content warnings: time skip setting, manga spoilers, a bit of swearing, a lot of fluff

words count: 1.2k

You think the universe is against you.

One moment, you’re carrying a heavy box filled with newly delivered supplies for your office, the next, you’re tipping backwards and losing your balance. There’s a flurry of movement, a surprised gasp—not yours—and then you’re landing on something much softer than the cold, hard ground.

Or, rather, someone.

“Wow,” a voice hisses beneath you. “I wasn’t expecting to be crushed to death today, but I guess there are worse ways to die.”

Your brain short-circuits. Because under you—chest heaving, silver hair slightly tousled, brown eyes gleaming despite having just been nearly flattened—is none other than Sugawara Koushi.

Your neighbour.

The same one you keep running into at the most inconvenient times (when you’re out of toilet paper at the konbini, when you’re all sick with a red nose and dark circles under your eyes at the pharmacy, or when you’re dressed in your least cute pyjamas to pick up your takeout food in the lift). The same one who always greets you with a smile so bright it makes your mind dizzy. The same one who is currently lying beneath you on the ground, blinking up at you like he finds this entire thing oddly hilarious.

You scramble off him, mortified. “Oh my god-I’m so sorry-”

He sits up, rearranging his shirt, still grinning. “Nah, don’t worry about it. I always wanted to know what it felt like to be tackled by someone other than a ten-year-old.”

Right. The kids. Sugawara is a primary school teacher, which explains his infinite patience. And, apparently, his ability to bounce back from near-death experiences with nothing but a smile and a joke.

You shake your hands in panic. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m great,” he says, stretching his arms behind his head and getting up. “Although, I think this makes us even.”

“Even?”

He nods and grins even more. “For the time I nearly ran you over with my bike.”

You groan. “I told you that was my fault.”

“I still think about it at night,” he says. “The look of pure horror on your face…”

You roll your eyes, but your heart does something stupidly pleasant in your chest. He’s easy to talk to. Too easy.

“Well-um,” you play with your fingers. “I’ll go now.”

You turn to your door, your skin still warm from him. He’s about to leave as you start patting your pocket, then looking in your bag, and in your pocket again seeking your keys-

Your keys.

Your keys, which had been in your hand a few hours ago. Your fucking keys, which are now nowhere to be found.

“Oh no.” You look around the ground, then groan. “Oh no, no, no.”

Sugawara turns, facing you again, and tilts his head. “That’s a lot of ‘oh no’s. Should I be worried?”

“I left my keys inside the office,” you whine.

“That’s rough, buddy.”

“Is that how you talk to your students?”

He chuckles. “Sorry, sorry force of habit. Do you want me to go with you?”

You sigh. “No, it’s fine. My boss probably left by now. I’ll figure something out.”

He gives you a long and considering look before sighing. You know it’s not out of annoyance, but more out of sympathy.

His smile shifts slightly—no more teasing grin, but a soft, almost delicate smile. “You can stay at my place, at least until you – figure something out.”

You feel the heat rising in your neck. Somehow, it makes your heart beat faster in your chest.

This is ridiculous. This is absurd.

But if you’re being completely rational, what else can you do? Wait outside (it’s mid-January)? Go to your boss’s place (you have no idea where he lives)?

“Sure,” your voice wavers a little and you clear your throat. “Thank you very much.”

He helps you lift the cardboard that was still on the ground and leads you to his place. Two doors away.

It’s warm inside—which doesn't surprise you. The house isn't as tidy and organised as you'd imagined. There are still unwashed dishes in the kitchen, piles of drawings on the table and coloured pens on the floor.

“Welcome.”

You say nothing back and just look around. He hands you a cup of steaming tea, you hadn't even heard him turn on the kettle.

“Sorry for the mess. I didn’t plan on inviting anyone over tonight.”

“And I didn’t plan on falling on you.”

“And I swear I didn’t plan on almost running you over with my bike last time," he says, sipping his tea. "Unless you find that romantic, in which case I can do it aga-”

“Finish that sentence, and I’m the one who’s gonna run over you.”

Sugawara laughs, bright and clear. “Seems like we always bump into each other in dangerous situations. Maybe the universe is trying to tell us something.”

“Oh yeah? And what is it saying?”

He grins. “That you should let me take you on a date.”

There’s electricity running through your whole body.

Sugawara Koushi—your frustratingly charming, unfairly cute neighbour—is asking you out.

“Wait. What? How does that have anything to do with us bumping into each other in dangerous situations?”

He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “Look, maybe that was just an excuse. I just wanted to take you on a date. I must sound so lame, right now.”

You stare at him. He looks nervous, you probably do too.

And then, before you can second-guess yourself, and run away and panic, you chuckle, “Yeah. Okay. I’ll go on a date with you. But only for safety measures.”

The man exhales sharply, as if he's been holding his breath for too long.

And then he smiles.

At this moment, you’re convinced Sugawara’s smile is more radiant than a thousand suns. He closes his eyes and you instantly miss their chocolate shade. Deep down, you think you’ll miss them even if he blinks.

“Great! How’s Saturday?”

“Saturday works.”

“Perfect. It’s a date.”

You’re about to say more but your phone rings in your pocket, you check it.

“It’s my boss, he has my keys, he’s waiting at the station.”

He takes the cup from your hand, your fingers brush. “Be careful then. And text me when you’re back home, I’ll bring your box.”

You tuck a lock of hair behind your ear and thank him.

Once you’re outside you can’t stop smiling.

When you go to bed that night, you think the universe isn’t against you anymore.  

Or maybe, just maybe, it had been working in your favour all along.

a/n: that was the first work for the event and i loooved writing for suga!! i should do it more often haha

i hope you enjoyed this story <3

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Art/Writing Ideas | Week 1 | Blakk Gala

Ok here are some ideas you can do :3 I'm tired, hell of a week 😭 but here are some to get your brain going :33

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I took a bit longer cuz I wanted to add a doodle lol

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