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Strawberries and Cigarettes // Cho Sang-woo

" But strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you."

Summary: Cho Sang-woo is your Organization and Management instructor this semester. His interactions with students are different from those of other professors.

He is calm, but his presence is intimidating. He is a strict teacher because he wants all of his students to understand the significance of rules. In each class he teaches, he consistently asserts that he has no fear of failing a student.

Sang-woo expects his students to be obedient and disciplined.

When he meets you, will he still behave according to his own rules?

How does he get destroyed by his own values, and how long will he continue to conceal the desires that are slowly consuming him?

Warning: 18+, MDNI, smut, slight angst, kissing, tension, mutual pining, slow burn, oral (m&f), unprotected sex, creampie, PiV, hard and rough, classroom sex, possessive, jealousy, smoking, age gap (reader 20s ; Sang-woo 40s), teacher x student, forbidden love, grammatical errors

A new semester starts. In other words, another issue will arise. Another source of stress will drain our energy and have an impact on our mental health.

College life is extremely difficult. This is not the college life you have seen on telenovelas or read about in teen fiction. According to the saying, you meet someone while attending college, but you are already a damn college student.

You have yet to find someone who fully embodies your personality.

Y/n is an average student. She did not want to put too much pressure on herself academically because all she needed to do while staying here was survive while learning new skills and expanding her opportunities.

Y/n is enrolled in BSA. Fortunately, she managed to pass those qualifying tests and keep her spot in the lethal course. One of her friends, regrettably, was moved to a different department after being disqualified from their course.

When you are in BSA, remain resilient. Along with the stack of books you read, you also need to pray for a rosary to pass.

“ Y/n!” Her pals gave each other a hug.

" So, have you seen our schedule for the entire semester?" A friend of hers inquired.

Y/n shakes her head. She was scowled at by her friend. " Anyway, our schedule for today is Borgmt - B045. Room 703 is assigned at 11:15 a.m.” Janice informed everyone inside their circle.

Kevin asked. “ Who's the professor?”

Janice glanced at her phone. “ Mr. Cho Sang-woo.”

Kevin sighed deeply. “ Mr. Cho? Shit, we are all fucked." He remarked. Janice's eyebrows went up at her boyfriend.

" Have you not heard the rumors about him? According to his previous students, Mr. Cho is an extremely strict professor. He prefers to be in command at all times. Furthermore, he has failed numerous students." Kevin told them.

Y/n huffed. " He has a reason for failing those students. Our responsibility is to comply and do our best in all classes. So, if you are unable to meet your own obligations, you will face the consequences." Janice and Kevin gasped as she spoke, astonished by Y/n's capacity for thought.

…

Sang-woo took off his glasses because he was under a lot of stress today. As he read and graded the work of his students, he clutched his hair. He surrounded those incorrect grammatical usages.

“ Fuck.” He swore when he discovered that some of his pupils were utilizing artificial intelligence. Right away, he marked them as zero.

He grew increasingly disillusioned with today's youth. Their constant reliance on technology prevents their minds from fully maturing and releasing the originality of their works. For this reason, he severely forbids using any devices in class.

This rule is a source of torture for his students. They simply do not have internet access while sitting in his three-hour lecture class.

Sang-woo made the decision to leave school in order to smoke cigarettes. He took the essential items out of his bag and put them in his pocket.

He was essentially avoided by the students when they saw him. He merely smiled half-heartedly as some of his courteous students greeted him.

He saw that he was the object of most of his students' crushes. A handsome middle-aged man named Sang-woo is dressed in a gray suit that has been expertly tailored to fit him. When they showed him appreciation, he could not help but feel happy.

Nonetheless, some of his pupils are attempting to attract his attention. Letters and flowers bearing their own kissing marks are given to him. After accepting them, he tossed them in the trash.

The worst part is that they are making advances on him. Sang-woo ignores them entirely until they finally start to feel embarrassed. That was their fault for flirting with their teacher. His students didn't care when they flashed themselves at him. He was never aroused by that situation, but rather disgusted by it.

They were dragged inside the OSA after Sang-woo called them out. And let the school administrator lecture them about their peculiar, yet repulsive, actions.

He does not have enough time to tolerate all of their nonsense. If they are to submit papers to him in order to gain his full attention, it should only be academic papers. Sang-woo believed that such acts were all foolish, so he did not tolerate them.

They rush into any kind of relationship while still young, which makes him feel ashamed and disappointed in his students.

He was once caught being harsh by one of his students, who essentially freaked out and turned their admiration into hatred.

Sang-woo simply did not give a damn about them. Initially, their actions were completely incorrect. They are lusting for a licensed professional at their school, which is immoral and sinful.

Despite his belief that age is irrelevant, Sang-woo finds them all too young. He saw that the majority of young people are too naive and violent in their thoughts and emotions.

Furthermore, Sang-woo is already happy with his single status. Aloneness is perfectly acceptable. It is too peaceful. He is free to act however he pleases. He has plenty of free time and is not required to do anything to please his partner.

Sang-woo is a busy entrepreneur. He does not have time to entertain a lot of people and get into a fucking relationship. He is content being by himself and wants privacy.

Love is a complete waste of time. He has experience getting into relationships. Despite having numerous past lovers, none of them are still with him. Because of his heartbreak, he lost concentration on his business, for which he blamed himself the most.

He was strolling down the hallway when he ran into someone. The books clattered to the ground. His irritation causes him to click his tongue. He must assist the student in gathering their belongings because he has no other option.

He pushed up his glasses. He handed the book back to the owner. Her skin touched his own, sending chills down his spine as she accepted it.

Sang-woo quickly withdrew his hand as he started to feel anxious. The student in front of him caught his attention. The girl's beauty was too much for him to ignore. When their eyes met, his entire world came to a halt.

She has pretty large brown eyes. Her bangs look great on her and complete her cuteness. Sang-woo quickly looked at her mouth.

“ What do those lips taste like?” A foolish query suddenly entered his mind.

" Sorry for bumping you, sir." Sang-woo felt an odd sensation after she finished speaking.

The extreme heat made him sweat uncontrollably. It resembled a tiny fire that would keep burning brighter and brighter.

He left right away before his desire for the woman could intensify. The woman was left speechless.

At last, Sang-woo made his way to his room. After forcefully closing it, he moved to his chair and sat down. He removes his glasses and rubs his eyes, attempting to get rid of the picture of a young woman he saw in the hallway. He placed a cigarette against his lips and lit it. He inhaled deeply as the memory of the unidentified student warmed his icy heart and captured his attention.

…

" Best wishes for our first day on Mr. Cho's subject." Kevin mumbled as he opened the door for the ladies. He blushed after receiving a cheek kiss from his girlfriend.

As soon as you walk into the room, you find a seat that is comfortable for the session. Kevin and your friend Janice are seated next to each other. You keep your distance from them in order to give them space to enjoy their precious moments together because you don't want to be the third wheel again.

The entire room was filled with laughter and voices from various speakers. While you wait for your professor to arrive, you are looking for your phone so you can take a moment to browse through your social media feeds.

You have stored various edits of your favorite celebrities in your file after viewing them. Taking mental notes on what you will post in your myday to flex and show your followers how much you love them.

You found yourself smiling when you saw your crush's picture on your school's timeline. A wave of guilt overtakes you as you want to save his photo to your phone. You find it too unsettling to save someone's photo without their permission. If someone discovers that you have a crush on him, it can be rather awkward.

The door opened abruptly, and you turned to see someone entering. Your world seemed to slow down and your eyes widened when you recognized the man you had bumped into earlier is your professor.

A ton of papers he was carrying were slammed onto the table. Everyone in the room fell silent when they noticed your professor standing in the center with his arms crossed.

You are genuinely frightened by his dominance. He is observing each student. When his eyes met yours, he froze. He stares at you, unable to believe he has finally met you again.

After clearing his throat, he grabbed the marker from the table and wrote his name on the board.

Cho Sang-woo. A stunning man with a lovely name. His gaze remained fixed on you as he set down the marker. Apparently, he does remember you. His looks make you feel nervous all of a sudden, and you blame yourself for bumping into him earlier.

“ My name is Cho Sang-woo as I wrote on the board. Nobody dared to address me by my name. Only, sir, I'm perfectly fine with that." His voice boomed throughout the room. His words are being attentively listened to by your classmates, who are nodding their heads.

" I will be your instructor throughout the semester. I hope we develop a positive relationship with each other. That only occurs in my class when you abide by my rules.” He went on.

" Because this is your first day, now is the time to introduce yourself in front of others. I know some of you already know each other's names, but I would like to give the spot to those students who have not made any friends here." He continued.

The room is growing noisier. On the first day of class, most students are sick of having to introduce themselves in front of the class.

" Did I permit you to speak? This isn't your time to speak, so you should keep your mouths shut." The class fell silent.

Sang-woo was actually unconcerned with the names of the students or any of their bullshit. He never asked his former students to introduce themselves on their first day, but Sang-woo is keen to learn the information from you.

He will do it even if it seems like a waste of time.

The fortunate student got out of his chair and began to introduce himself to each of you. He received a slight nod from Sang-woo to move on to another pupil. They continued in this manner until the time for you arrived.

You got up and turned to face everyone, avoiding Sang-woo's fierce glare. After clearing your throat, you began sharing and introducing yourself to everyone.

Sang-woo, however, made a mental note of the information you were providing. Your name, age, birthday, and place of residence—not precisely, but it gave him a clue as to which city in Seoul you are currently residing in. Just as you were finishing your introduction, a door suddenly opened, revealing a student with purple hair and his friends.

They did not mind if they were too disruptive and loud when they arrived. You noticed Sang-woo's jaw clenching at the moment. You could see that he was annoyed by the newcomers because his lips were quivering.

“ Well…well…guess who's back. Our professor is none other than the mighty Cho Sang-woo." His friends are just giggling at his comments as he shares it with them.

The student with the purple hair came cockily up to him. " I am glad to see you again, Sang-woo." He whispered.

When he stared at him, Sang-woo's eyes were considerably colder than Antarctica. Seeing that his professor was growing irritated, the student grinned. " This is your third time attending my class, Su-bong." He said with firmness.

" You love my subject, which is why you keep coming back to me." Sang-woo added that made everyone gasp.

Thanos laughed. " I do not have a fucking option, Sang-woo. The dean consistently recommends you as my teacher. Actually, I don't really like your teaching style. It's old school—yeah, I get it because you are already old.” Friends of Thanos are giggling. They were forced to keep their mouths shut by Sang-woo's lethal gaze.

" Poor old single man. Don't find a lover because he's too bus—” Before Thanos could finish his insult, Sang-woo seized his collar violently. The man gritted his teeth and maintained a firm grip on his shirt.

“ I'm a patient man, Su-bong. However, your insults are too much for me to handle.” Then he let Thanos go.

" If you don't want my class, the door is always open. I don't want to see your face either, so it's mutual.” He carried on.

Thanos groaned and cocked his head towards his friends. They just go with the purple-haired pupil.

“ You! Find your seats, now!” He gave me them an order. His authoritative demeanor makes you shiver.

“ Also, Su-bong. Did the administrator require you to color your hair? This is not a fashion institution." Sang-woo expressed his thoughts. Every time Sang-woo gets angry, his voice gets deeper. He groans when he is frustrated.

“ Will you even temperate my hair as well? You're such a hypocrite.” Thanos answered his lecturer. In order to avoid arguing with a dimwitted student in his class, Sang-woo kept quiet.

Sang-woo returned to the table and took the book out. The way his fingers flicked across the thin paper made you fantasize about your professor. All you have to do is shake your head to get rid of those unwanted thoughts.

He began to discuss the syllabus and invited some students to participate in answering his questions about their perspectives on the topic. His eyes are constantly on you when he is speaking in front of you. He turned away from you when he became aware of how long he had been looking at you.

Following his nearly one and a half-hour lecture, he gave out papers for the students to complete the exercise he had prepared for each end-of-class discussion. Now that you have the paper in your possession, you gave yourself a mental slap when you realized that the majority of the questions required essay-style responses.

Once your classmates have received the paper, you can also hear their moans.

" You only have one hour to complete this activity. Finish or not, once the timer runs out, pass it down the aisle. I will count from one to five."

He rested his back against the whiteboard. " If your paper isn't at the front after I count, I consider it zero." He instructed everyone.

" You may begin answering your activity." He spoke as he pressed the play button to start the timer.

…

Sang-woo found himself in his office, smiling broadly like a teenage boy, when his crush finally noticed him. He found himself grinning and feeling more driven to complete all of his schoolwork, even though he had a lot of it to mark today.

He removes his glasses. He bit his lip to keep from making a sound. When Sang-woo is bored in class and most of you are responding to his nose bleeding exercise, he is looking at the picture he took of you. He smiled as he reminded himself again and again of your beauty. You look so cute every time you wrinkle your nose in frustration while responding to the questions.

He continues to move because of you. It may seem strange to someone like him, but that's the truth. As his long-term, hard-won business slowly loses money, he no longer has the will to live. His career is the only thing that keeps him wanting to live. His motivation would have been straightforward, but he met you out of the blue.

" Sang-woo, my son, when do you intend to marry?"

" Mom, getting married is not on my mind. I am still too preoccupied with my business to meet a woman I could marry."

" But you are growing old, my son. You are now old enough to start a family."

" Perhaps the person meant for me has not arrived yet. I can still wait, mom. The right person will come for me.”

" I promised to give you grandchildren...soon."

Sang-woo remembered how his mother had pushed him to get married. He always comes up with as many reasons as he can to avoid talking about that subject. At times, his mother's constant reminders about starting a family can even cause pain in his ears.

Despite his advanced age, he acknowledged that it is not his fault that he is not yet ready to start a family. He does not have time to tease and woo others because he is too preoccupied with his business.

Additionally, he has a sizable debt that must be settled right away. He must thus work around the clock in order to increase his income and pay off the debts he owes to others.

He sighed as he picked up and carried his student papers. He stepped from his room.

…

" Only 13 out of 43 students passed our daily assessment." Sang-woo left the paper on the table.

" I tried everything I could to help you learn, but it was not enough. Does everything I am saying in front of you fade away with each nod you give?" He addressed them directly. Even though Sang-woo's gaze is fixed on you, he let out a sharp sigh when he saw you conversing with your male friend.

Sang-woo was overcome with jealousy. Sang-woo's blood boils with rage at the way you are smiling and acting at ease around that pitiful boy.

He continued to stare at you while clenching his jaw. He folded his arms. " Ms. L/n, stop talking to your seatmate. If you can't wait for your gossip, the door is open for the both of you.” You were called out. Francis and you both kept your mouths shut.

You simply stay out of Sang-woo's line of sight when you look into it. The fire in his eyes is visible right away.

“ Also, Ms. L/n, come to my office later. I am going to address your recent performance in my class." He spoke firmly. Your classmates are all observing you. You couldn't help but to blush.

His friend chuckled behind his back as Thanos made a blowjob motion with his hand. Sang-woo shut them out by slamming his hand against the table.

" Go girl, seize the moment." Thanos yelled.

“ Su-bong, can you shut your damn mouth? You are already disrespecting a woman." Sang-woo stood up for you, and you were grateful.

Thanos moaned and muttered something to himself.

…

Your second class of the day is finally over. Going to Mr. Cho's office, however, presents a new challenge for you to overcome. You acknowledged that you lost interest in doing well in school.

You are simply exhausted by your current circumstances. Your parents argued last night and made the decision to split up as soon as possible. They continue hurling insulting remarks at one another as you stand there like a dreadful mannequin. You were at a loss for what to do, and if you try to get involved, they will be angry with you. You will be held responsible for everything.

Additionally, completing the tests that your other professors have given you wears you out. Your body weakened recently, and you were constantly sick. That explains your frequent absences from class. A few instructors do not mind if their pupils leave them in the middle of the lesson. But you can not avoid it in Mr. Cho's class.

He has a rule that if we all miss class, you have to show him your medical records the next day so he can reevaluate your attendance and, if you can persuade him, he would give you a special evaluation.

You are now standing outside his office. Fearfully knocking on his door. To alleviate the anxiety that was still bothering you, you adopted a new breathing technique. At last, you lifted your arms and knocked on his door.

A faint voice can be heard from his room. A moment later, he opened the door. He is clearly in awe of you when he sees you. Despite his expectation that you will arrive, he is captivated by your presence. His face is still cold, though.

" You have finally arrived, Ms. L/n." He said this while allowing you to enter first, then shutting and locking the door.

" Take your seat. Don't be scared. I won't bite.” He spoke as he sat in his swivel chair. You took the empty chair as well.

" Why would you want to talk to me, sir?" You asked.

His gaze focused on yours. “ It's obvious, Ms. L/n. It is all about your grades.” He replied.

You stay out of his angry gaze. “ I'm sorry, sir.” You offered him your apology.

His sarcastic laugh was audible to you. " Do you think saying sorry to me will help and save your deteriorating grades?" He queried. Even though Sang-woo felt bad about how hurtful his remarks were to you, he made an effort to keep the two of you professional.

Sang-woo is keeping himself from going crazy whenever you and he speak. He really wants to take you in his arms, hold you in his lap, and kiss you until you forget all of the issues that have been bothering you.

He began to become aroused due to his fantasy. He is aware of how tight his pants are. He makes an effort to adapt in order to feel at ease. He is riskily playing with his zipper with his other hand. He wants to make a noise, but you are still here. He does not wish to startle you with his odd behavior.

Sang-woo inclined toward his table. " Tell me, why do you have such poor academic performance this semester?"

You bite your lip, hoping not to cry in front of your professor. " This is too personal, sir. I would rather not tell anyone about it. I hope this makes sense.” You responded. With a sigh, Sang-woo reclined in his seat.

He approached you. The empty chair across from you was occupied by him. His finger is moving toward your chin. He attempted to get you to look at him by raising your chin. Sang-woo saw the sorrow and anguish in your eyes. He is curious as to what is causing your sadness, as it may have an impact on your academic performance.

He sighed. “ Fine. Take your time. Please let me know when you are ready. As your instructor (someone who secretly admires you), I am concerned about my students, particularly those who excel in my class and demonstrate an interest in my subject." He spoke quietly.

You sobbed at him and nodded your head. Finally, someone wants to respect your decision and not push you to express yourself. This time, you approach him and give him a firm embrace. Your face is resting against his chest. He radiates warmth that you can feel. You can also hear the beat of his heart.

Sang-woo froze at your abrupt motion. However, he simply let it go and gave you a stronger embrace. Sang-woo came to appreciate it after a long period of not feeling loved. Something inside of him awoke, making his heart warm again after a long period of coldness.

He thought he wouldnt mind. He believed he would never fall. Look at him; he has turned into a fool as a result of his stupid feelings for the girl who is younger than him.

He felt alive for the first time in his life. If only you knew how fortunate he was to have met you. He gave thanks to all the gods and goddesses that you and he happened to cross paths with that day. His world most likely would still be in disarray and chaos if he had not met you.

You withdrew from him after a lengthy embrace. Sang-woo already longs for your warmth.

" I sincerely apologize for my unusual approach to you, sir. I just…ahm…I just want to express my gratitude for your words." Your eyes flitted to the ground as you spoke.

Sang-woo laughed heartily. Your adorableness in front of him makes him want to pinch your cheeks when he sees you getting frustrated over the hug. “ Don't worry, Ms. L/n. Your secret is secure with me." His jokes made you chuckle quietly.

" Are you taking the bus again? He asked, changing the subject.

“ Yeah. As usual.” You replied.

“ It's late now. I will drive you home.” He extended an offer.

You glance at him right away. He gets confused when you shake your head. " No, I do not want to bother you anymore. It is only enough if it happens once.”

Sang-woo gave a sly smile. " You don't bother me, L/n." He replied.

“ It is dangerous outside. I never let my students wait and walk in the dark. Thugs are everywhere, and I do not want anything bad happen to you." His voice became softer and more worried.

“ Bu—” He put his finger to your lips before you could finish speaking. The sight of his finger causes your eyes to enlarge.

“ Please, I insist. I care about your safety. That's all.” He spoke.

…

You are forced to accept Mr. Cho's invitation to go home. His beauty and the way his eyes make puppy dog eyes are irresistible; he was so adorable that you nearly lost yourself.

When he smiles, you practically pass out. What if he does it again?

You had been getting along well with your professor lately. Every time you catch a glimpse of him, your heart beats faster. You also make a conscious effort to visit his office, despite the fact that it is somewhat distant from the room you were given. You are also searching for Mr. Cho when you are not at school. You wish you might run into him again at some unanticipated moment.

There are moments when you question whether your feelings for him are still typical. Do you believe it is appropriate to progressively get to know someone like him? This is strictly prohibited by law and in the opinion of many. Developing a romantic relationship with your teacher is a grave error and a sign of ineptitude.

However, why do not you keep doing it if you can conceal it? There is nothing wrong as long as no one knows.

You and Sang-woo chose to take a break on the bay side and take in the peace and quiet rather than heading straight home. Additionally, he purchased food from a convenience store to consume when one of you becomes hungry.

" I hope your parents do not freak out if their daughter gets home late." Sang-woo spoke while smoking his cigarettes.

You let out a sigh. " My parents did not care about my presence. They only need me if they want to blame someone for their mistakes." You responded. When Sang-woo looked at you, he was astounded by how poorly your parents treated you.

He pursed his lips in an attempt to avoid saying anything offensive. Because it is still your parent. Even if your parents are disrespecting you, you still need to respect them according to human ideology. It is a flawed ideology.

Sang-woo reached for a cigarette and handed it to you. You turned down his offer once more. " Here, take this. It will help you deal with your problems in some way—just do not become too attached to the cigarette; it may lead to a health problem." You sighed, accepting the cigarette.

" Is that why you are always chain smoking, Mr. Cho? It appears that you have a number of issues that need to be addressed in the meantime." You expressed yourself innocently. Sang-woo chuckled at your answer. He ruffled your hair because you are so cute.

“ Maybe.” He shrugged.

" What if your coping mechanism habit eventually leads to your premature death?" You posed the question.

“ Much better.” He responded with bitterness.

You take hold of his hand as you reach for it. Sang-woo was taken aback by your actions. He pursed his lip.

" I am not sure what your problem is, but I hope you do not end your life like this. There are many people who still love you and support you."

You looked up at the sky. " There is only one life, Mr. Cho. So we must not throw it all away. Cherish the moment while you can because time is running out and we do not know when or where our stories will end.” You proceeded. Sang-woo is simply paying attention to your words.

Sang-woo allows you to talk and hear what you are thinking. You have never spoken for this length of time before. You only respond in the short term when you are conversing with each other. He gets irritated sometimes when you still feel uneasy around him.

Your word of encouragement has amazed him. He had no idea how good you are at giving advice and making people better.

He made the right decision in selecting the person he would love.

“ Where's the lighter, Mr. Cho?” You asked. Sang-woo smiled before passing the lighter to your palm. When his hand came into contact with yours, he could not help but shudder.

As you lit the cigarette, Sang-woo fixed his gaze on yours. The fact that you lit a cigarette makes you appear even more gorgeous. Your actions seem to have caused his world to slow down. The way you suck the cigarette on your mouth and release a dense cloud of smoke caught his attention.

" Is this your first time smoking?" Sang-woo asked.

Then you suffocate on your own saliva. Sang-woo placed his hand on your back and stroked it while you were coughing violently. “ Hey, are you okay?” He asked you. The only reason he leaned was to check on you.

When you looked around and saw that your faces were too close to one another, you gasped. Your current level of anxiety caused you to swallow. Sang-woo is using the triangle method, and he never looks away from you.

Some hearts are attempting to express their true feelings through silence.

“ Sorry.” You said, stepping back from him. Rather than release you, he drew you in close and pressed his lips to yours without hesitation.

Sang-woo no longer cares about his reputation. In any case, he is prepared to give up his license. As a businessman, he's willing to take a risk just for you.

As you relish the sweetness of his kisses, you close your eyes. Sang-woo touched your cheek to intensify the kiss. Your hearts are dancing as you both seize this opportunity.

You two are aware that this will never occur again. Tomorrow, after this night, when the sun rises once more, things resume as usual. For the two of you, these experiences will seem like lovely, undiscovered memories.

Sang-woo caught his breath and withdrew. He tucked the loose hair behind your ear. He grabbed the cigarette from your hands and placed it in his mouth. Then he pressed his lips against you again, transferring the smoke to your mouth. You almost choked from how hot this scene was.

He backed away, smirking. You blow the smoke from your mouth. Sang-woo laughed as he saw your worried expression.

“ What was that, Mr. Cho?” You asked him.

" Some stupid things I knew." He responded. He stomped on the cigarette after throwing it to the ground.

“ What I mean is…what was that, Mr. Cho? The kiss?” The smile on his lips vanished.

He tightened his jaw and gazed at you. “ It was a kiss.” He answered.

You were not happy with his response, so you sighed. “ Why did you kiss me, Mr. Cho? You are well aware that everything was wrong from the start. You are my professor, and I am your student. That violates the rules." You told him with firmness.

“ I know. I know it's wrong.” He was looking at you.

" Is it still wrong if I tell you how much I love you?" He smugly said.

“ Love? Mr. Cho, we only met a month ago. A-Are you crazy? Tell me it was only a joke." You stated.

He laughed quietly. " Perhaps I am crazy." He replied.

All you could do was sigh. “ This is wrong, Mr. Cho.”

He grabbed your hands and held them. He had a variety of expressions in his eyes when you looked at him. " No one will know if neither of us opens this issue, right? So, don't overthink it." He placed his hand on your cheeks and caressed them gently.

" I apologize if I did that." He made an apology.

" Let us forget this happened." He began to speak. He drew his hands away from your face after grinning.

" But I will never forget this night because you made me feel alive again."

…

Following that encounter, you and Sang-woo started to drift apart. It was you who stayed away from him. You just made up an excuse to get away from him when he was about to call you into his office. There was no other reason to speak with him after you responded to his questions each time he called your name for recitation in his class.

You also saw that his eyes darkened after you treated him coldly. Everything was different after that night. You can still feel his lips on yours. The way the smoke from the cigarette he exhaled was in your mouth and you both shared it. You simply rejected Sang-woo and avoided him when he confessed his love to you.

However, you enjoy—no, love everything about it. There were no regrets after you two shared a kiss. However, your brain was only being affected by excessive fear. The situation becomes more complex when you are with him.

Additionally, you are unsure of your true feelings for him. You forgot you had a crush on someone else before Mr. Cho entered your life. Now you are making yourself relive the emotions you had for your crush instead.

A hard pat on the shoulder. When you looked around, you noticed Thanos grinning broadly at you.

“ What?!” You asked sourly.

" Your mind is off somewhere, my friend. I called your name several times, but you did not hear me." He responded.

You and this stupid jerk have known each other since primary school. You never became friends with him because he was the bully at your school, and you were a victim of his. Even so, when you were both in secondary school, your relationship with him was somewhat set in stone.

“ What do you want, Su-bong?” You annoyingly asked him.

“ Ahm…” Thanos dragged you into an empty classroom. He ensured that no one would be watching someone else and locked the door.

Your body begins to tremble with fear. “ What…what are you gonna do?”

He groaned. " Enough of thinking negatively about me, Y/n. Don't worry, I'm not going to assault you. I locked the fucking door because I want to speak with you privately." He responded vehemently.

He reached for his phone and aimed it directly at your face. " Someone has photographed you and Mr. Cho outside. According to what you saw, you were kissing him or he was kissing you." Thanos allows you ample time to study the image.

Indeed, it was both you and him. The fact that you were caught that night makes you uneasy.

“ Where did you get that?"

Thanos grinned. “ It's none of your business.”

" Are you two dating? It is against the rules, Y/n.”

You gave him a hard stare. “ Me and Mr. Cho didn't date, okay? We barely spoke to each other inside of this school, and you hypothesized that something happened between us?" You exclaimed angrily.

Thanos grumbled. " Have you noticed how the creepy old man looks at you? If you were made of ice, you would have melted." He became enraged.

“ Y/n, that man is dangerous. He may appear to be an angel, but he is actually the devil hiding himself from everyone.”

“ Why did you tell me about this, Su-bong?”

Thanos let out a sigh. His eyes are filled with worry. " I am just letting you know. I sensed you were never going to tell the truth; at least I can warn you."

" Keep away from that man, Y/n. That man is no good for you. I have known that man all my life, which is why I do not respect him. You know me; I will only respect those who deserve it.”

Thanos shrugged. " I do not care if you like, love, marry, or fuck anyone who is twice or three times your age. But Cho Sang-woo should not be on your damn lists."

You folded your arms. “ So what's your point here, Su-bong?”

Infuriatingly, he ruffled his hair. “ Y/n! Quit criticizing me. I am so worried about you that I will allow you to view the photo.” He argued.

“ For Pete's sake, I know that man, Y/n! There are numerous issues related to him. And I am not sure if he is manipulating you or just trying to gain your trust."

" I came here because I am concerned. I have known you since we were kids. Maybe our relationship is not as good as the others, but I am still concerned about you. That's all.” He clarified.

" Su-bong, perhaps the pictures were created using artificial intelligence. Today's technology is becoming increasingly creepy. They are capable of making something realistic." You responded.

Thanos snorted. “ Fine. I am going to stop here." He returned his phone to his pocket. " But I have already warned you, Y/n."

" Just stay away from him while it is still early, and do not let your feelings for him grow. Just a bit of advice for you, my friend." He said before walking away.

You appeared to have passed out and sat on the ground, allowing your eyes to well up with tears. You have a lot of questions, but you are not sure where to find the answers. It's as if you are conducting research without RRL; it is invalid. It is unrealistic.

However, your feelings for him are genuine. You want to take a chance, but you are overcome with a sense of unease and anxiety.

…

“ Mom, I'm home~!” Sang-woo stated as he attempted to walk directly to their residence. He holds an alcoholic beverage in his hand and consumes it all. He unbuttoned his shirt as well.

He arrived home late. Sad and shattered. Sang-woo's mother came up to him, and because of how heavy Sang-woo's body is, they nearly fell to the ground. “ Son, what happened to you?” She asked him anxiously.

Sang-woo stutters. " Mom, my friends have invited me to a party. We have some fun. So~ much fun that I almost forgot that I needed to come home.” He answered his mom. Sang-woo was carried to their couch by his mother, who then threw his body on it.

" This is the first time you have behaved like this, son. I will talk to you once you have sobered up.” As she walked to the kitchen to get a cloth and some warm water to use to wipe his body.

In actuality, he drowned himself in alcoholic beverages while at the pub. He is making an effort to lessen the suffering he has endured over the last several weeks. Your avoidance of him and your constant use of a weak excuse to completely avoid him when he tries to approach you have a real impact on him.

Due to his disruptive behavior, the bouncers are ejecting him from the pub. He was defrauded by the investment firms he applied to, which is another factor contributing to his intoxication. Even worse, all of his clients had already paid him, and he had no idea where he could locate the enormous sums of money he owed them. He is being haunted by some of his clients because of this.

Due to his problems, Sang-woo also submitted a resignation letter to the dean's office. He does not want his carelessness to damage the university's reputation.

The dean tells him that before she signs Sang-woo's resignation paper, he must complete the semester here. He has no choice but to accept the cold treatment that you have shown him.

He met a man in the subway who asked him to play a silly game. He defeated the stranger in numerous rounds and took the money they had agreed upon. He was also given an odd card by the man, along with a number that Sang-woo could call if he wanted to take part.

Time passed, and Sang-woo awoke with a terrible headache. He tried to stand up, groaning. “ Mom?!” He called his mom.

" Sang-woo, you are finally awake. You are completely awake, and I am preparing your favorite dish. I also purchased medicine to alleviate your hangover." She spoke. Sang-woo gave her a pleasant smile.

“ Thank you, mom.”

…

Sang-woo's last encounter with his mother would be that day. He observes his mother from a distance as she goes to their store to pay her a covert visit. He desperately wants to speak with his mother and admits that he is lying about being on a business trip and meeting his client.

He really does not want his mother to be overly concerned about his safety. He was just lying about the fictitious business trip, and he felt bad every time his mother called. Sang-woo continues to be reluctant to call the number on the card. He needs to resolve the unresolved conflicts first, particularly for Y/n, before he can dial those numbers.

Y/n is the person he loved. His feelings for her remain hopelessly romantic. Sang-woo is observing her from a distance. Although he may come across as a spooky stalker, he followed her to ensure her safety at all times.

Sang-woo is reading and analyzing the lesson he will be discussing today while he is in his office. Additionally, he double-checks his assessment paper to make sure all of the words he entered are correct.

It's 11:10. Raising himself from his seat, Sang-woo carried the papers and his bag. Their midterm is in two weeks, and he has spent the last few weeks working on the exam's questionnaire.

He arrived in the room at precisely 11:15. As soon as they saw him, the room fell silent. The papers were slammed onto the table by Sang-woo. He launched his laptop and began talking about the lesson. He called on his students to join in his recitation by selecting them at random from the index card, as he always does.

Three hours have gone by. All of his class papers from today have now been turned in to him. Sang-woo waited until his pupils had left the room.

Sang-woo gave you a quick look. He just pursed his lips because he was sad while you were repairing your belongings.

“ Ms. L/n.” The whole room is resonating with his voice.

You whirled around to face him. Sang-woo's heart skips a beat and he freezes when he sees your beauty again. “ Can you stay here for a while? I have some important things to discuss with you." He spoke.

Jade and Kevin are raising their eyebrows and secretly laughing. They left you and Mr. Cho alone after waving their hands at you.

You stood like a statue when your friends eventually left. “ What are we going to discuss, sir? If it is about my academic performance, don't worry; I will do my best to excel again in your class."

He stepped closer to you. " Why are you trying to avoid me?" He asked you.

" With all due respect, sir—how come I avoided you? I am actually talking to you. If I'm av—”

" Stop being so stubborn, Y/n." He did not allow you to finish.

You rolled your eyes and scoffed in frustration. " What is your true intention, sir?" Your arms were crossed.

Sang-woo's jaw tightened. He leaned in your direction. " I do not tolerate this kind of behavior, Ms. L/n." His voice thickened and grew deeper.

“ Don't tempt me, L/n.” He said.

“ I don't tempt you, sir.” You spoke with ferocity.

You can feel Sang-woo's hands stroking your cheeks. You seem to be gasping for air due to the simple action he performed. Your lips are being brushed by his thumb. He slowly inserted his thumbs inside your mouth while he was staring at you. As you rode to his trip, he growled. You start sucking his thumb as if it were a lollipop.

You nearly gagged when he pressed his thumb further. His thumb is moving around inside your mouth. Your saliva created a long, elastic line that slicked to his skin after he pulled out his thumb. After pulling you, Sang-woo planted a kiss on your lips.

The kiss remains enchanting for the third time. You still get butterflies in your stomach from it. It appears that you have surrendered to your emotions. You do not give a damn about the consequences if you are caught engaging in inappropriate behavior in class.

You returned his kisses. You wanted to kiss him more deeply, so your hands kept moving to his head and gripping it. Now your mouth is filled with his tongue. He is exploring within you. You simply let him do whatever he wants to do because you are inexperienced with this. You have already given your full consent to the experienced man standing in front of you.

He drew away from you, his breathing heavy. Sang-woo is waiting for you to speak, but he chooses to carry on what he began when you do not respond. He puts his head right down on your neck and starts sucking you like a vampire who is thirsty and wants to taste your blood. Your new sensation drives you crazy. As he begins sucking your skin, you are letting out a moan.

You squeaked when you felt Sang-woo's hardness against your skirt after he pressed his body against you. He is starting to grind himself against you. He escorted you over to the table and raised you up so you could sit on it. His hands are now unfastening your uniform's button.

“ Are you sure that you want to continue?” He asked you.

You gave a nod. He grinned. He grabbed your chin. “ That's my good girl.” He spoke softly.

He took off both your bra and your uniform. He nearly passed out upon seeing your breasts. He begins by planting a kiss on your neck and then moves his lips down to your breast. His lips begin to lick your erect nipple. The feeling you have had made you simply hold onto his hair.

His hands are moving towards your covered area. You moaned louder as he made a circular motion toward your clit. Sang-woo smirked as he sensed how wet you were for him. He removed your panties and placed them in his pocket. He went down to taste your soaking cunt.

He began tasting you as he licked it. To Sang-woo, you have a strawberry-like flavor. It is the ideal complement to his cigarettes.

You were drawn to Sang-woo's lap as he sat on the chair. He made sure your pussy was directly pressing against his aching member. He began to give you advice on how to increase friction between you two. He hissed when he felt you, despite the fact that he was still fully dressed. You began directing yourself toward him as well.

“ Please, I need you…” You spoke in between your moans.

" What exactly do you need me for? Be specific, love.” He responded.

" I want to feel your fucking cock on my pussy." You groaned.

" You are such a fucking slut for me, L/n. You are begging your teacher to fuck you mercilessly." He let out a moan.

" You said it was morally wrong, and now you are bouncing in my fucking cock, L/n." He continued grinding to you.

After losing self-control, Sang-woo unzipped his fly and let go of his sore member. Its head pulsates and leaks pre-cum. He raises you so he can slide his member over you. Feeling him inside of you made you moan. You feel like he is ripping you to pieces. He wanted you to get used to his size, so he did not move.

A tear slips out of your eye. He wipes away your tears and gives you a passionate kiss before moving slowly.

“ So tight for me.” He spoke quietly between your ears.

“ Mine.” He snarled as he pushed violently toward you. As your tits bounce in front of him, he fucks you hard and sucks one of your nipples. Sang-woo held on to your throat. He hit your spot, causing you to lean backwards and make loud, lewd noises.

Also, you sensed that he was getting close to his edge. “ Do you want to cum, Y/n?” He spoke.

You simply nodded. No words are escaping your lips. As he thrust deeply inside of you, Sang-woo carried you to the table once more and pressed your body against the wooden surface.

“ Then beg for me.” He spoke while clutching your neck.

“ Please…fuck…please make me fucking cum!” He thrust more quickly after you yelled, causing you both to curse and groan. You two no longer gave a damn if people found out that you were having sex in the school building.

You both arrived in one final thrust. Your mouth produces a loud moan. His seed has been spilled inside your womb. He stayed inside of you, then slowly slipped out of your hole after leaning his head to kiss you. Something was already missing from you when he pulled away. The extra fluid is leaking into your hole. Sang-woo was gasping for air as he gazed at your cunt, which was artistically painted with his seed.

That was the most magical experience for both of you. They let you both feel what it was like to be in heaven for a little while.

He assisted you in fixing yourself. Both buttoning your uniform and fastening your bra. In order to brush your hair, he also took out his comb.

" Could you still stand?" He seemed to be making fun of you when he asked.

He laughed when you slapped his arm. He got you to stand up. The most surprising thing was that he carried you like a bride.

“ Hey, someone will see us!” You spoke while slapping his chest.

Sang-woo gave you a look. " Do you still think about that? After you let out a loud moan while I was fucking you? Unbelievable, L/n.” He replied, which made you blush.

" I do not care if they terminate me from this school."

" I have already decided." He has his gaze fixed on you. " I am willing to put everything on the line for you, my love." He continued.

" Even if making you mine means my death, I will not care as long as you are with me."

" I am ready to die in your arms, Y/n. When you come across me in the corridor, you already take my breath away."

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livfastdieyoung69 · 3 months ago

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OH OH YK WHAT I NEED BAD? KO SIBLING X CODY OOOOO I NEED IT I NEEDDDD IT

NEW BEGINNINGS

(Cody Rhodes x Non-described!Owens!Reader, can be read as adopted or not)

Anger issues and complaining runned in the Owen’s family. It was what your family did, most of you on the side, but your brother, he did it for his literal career. Like seriously, Kevin just complained for a living- he got on a microphone and yelled. As jealous as you were, it wasn’t your gimmick unfortunately. The two of you grew up side by side, falling in love with wrestling together, and eventually even growing in the business together. Though you had pretty similar styles, Kevin loved being in the WWE and everything he stood for there, and you loved being in TNA, and all of the accomplishments you’ve made in the company.

Though you were on separate paths, whenever they happened to cross, you’d sit down and have lunch, or dinner, or whatever else you could manage and do what Owens’ did best- complain together.

“How’s working with all of the Bloodline guys, still?” You ask after taking a gulp from your soda. Before you can even finish, he’s rolling his eyes and groaning with a mouthful of cheeseburger.

“Still fucking terrible. There’s more of them! Like an endless amount, they just keep popping up out of nowhere, and the more that come, the crazier they fucking get,” His exasperated sound makes you laugh. “I’m serious!”

You shake your head while he takes another massive bite out of his burger.

“Who’d you just work with? Uh, what’s his name? That woo woo woo guy? Zak Ryder!” You nod, taking a bite of your own food after muttering the ‘You Know It’ part of the catchphrase.

“He’s Matt Cardona now- that’s his actual name. He’s a nice guy…a lot, but nice. Like so much, really, all smiles and enthusiasm all the time. When Chelsea won the title, he brought a replica the next day and everyone thought it was the real one.”

This was how it usually went- catch up through each others feuds and how annoying everyone else was, and eventually the chatter would die down and you’d eat for a little, and then someone would pick up an actual conversation. The only problem here though, was there was one more feud of Kevins you were trying to avoid, but it was kind of hard. He was a massive deal in the company and a massive part of Kevins life right now.

“I know what you’re doing.” Kevin states causally, leaning back in his chair after starting on his fries.

“What?” You try to laugh it off, but you don’t look up from your own plate.

“Cody. You don’t wanna ask me about him.”

“….I just figured you’d want to keep your mind off it with the match at the Royal Rumble coming up.” You try, but he shakes his head. That was still in a couple weeks.

“Dude. I know you’re a fan- you literally still have the shirt from when he did the Dashing thing years ago. You liked Stardust, you know who else liked Stardust? No one.“

“Okay, I get it, you don’t have to publicly shame me about it. You can complain about everyone else, that’s my exception.” The two of you are quick to go back to silence while you try to finish your meal, and he chugs down another soda. The man ate ridiculously fast, nothing could stop him.

“You know,” He broke the quiet again. “You would really like WWE. Paul keeps bugging me about talking to you.”

“So you’ve told me,” You shrug. “I don’t know. TNA’s my home at this point, I can’t imagine leaving.” A laugh rips through you at a sudden thought and he nods his head for you to continue. “Maybe, maybe if you got Cody to ask-“ His eyes close with a sigh, and he immediately starts shaking his head, which only makes you laugh harder.

“Don’t push it.”

That had been about a week ago. You’d both gone back to your regularly scheduled program, him on Fridays and you on Thursdays. His feud with Cody continued, with a whole bunch of shit happening over there, and you moved on to work with other TNA superstars. After another long Thursday night you’re ready to conk out from the very fun, but tiring, on top of the night of wrestling, celebration with Joe Hendry for his new, recent title win (you’d already given your condolences to Nic).

As soon as your head hits the pillow, your phone rings. And you know it’s Kevin because you had set his theme song for his ringtone.

“What’s wrong?” You answer on the first ring. It’s late, and this is unusual, the first thing your mind goes to is that something happened.

“Did you see the news?”

“What fucking news Kevin, you’re freaking me out-“

“WWE and TNA signed a contract, anyone can go anywhere,” He rushes out, your name following it. “Anyone can go anywhere.”

You aren’t even sure what to say, and the phone line goes quiet while you stammer before Kevin interrupts.

“I gave Paul your number- he wants you in the Rumble.”

And now, here you were. This was fucking crazy! Of the entire TNA roster, you, Joe Hendry, and Jordynne Grace had been picked to join the Royal Rumble. Everything was so different here, you could see why Kevin liked it. Everything reminded you of him, and to be able to see him this much was so great. You traveled together, for the first time since your teenage years, and with all of the excitement you felt that young again too.

The Guerrilla was packed. It was great to see people you had worked with in the past, like Naomi and AJ Styles, but it was also great to meet new faces. Maxxine Dupri was the nicest person you had ever met, and so pretty. And you finally got to meet Chelsea! She wanted to keep in touch in case Matt tried to take her actual belt next time, apparently she hadn’t known he bought the replica.

Right now, the women’s rumble was seconds from kicking everything off so it was mostly women in the area, but a couple guys were wandering around too. Joe Hendry had stayed near you, which both of you were thankful for, he was actually a pretty shy guy behind cameras and you hated being alone around so many people. Jordynne and Naomi were a lot more acquainted than you were with her, so they snuck off to the side to have a chat.

The match was quick to begin with Iyo Sky and Liv Morgan before others started to quickly fill in. Your number was later on, you’d gotten 22. You didn’t want to be so late, and had tried to fight Paul about it but he was adamant the crowd would be excited, plus you had enough spots behind you to stay in for a while. The crowd started to wear out in Geurilla, and eventually you found yourself in the small room everything led to, with about ten other entrants, Maxxine had just went through the curtain at number 14.

“So,” Kevin strolls up from behind you with a bowl of something from catering. “I don’t want to hear a single word of this. But I called in a favor.” Your eyebrows furrow as you turn to him, and he holds up a hand. “Not a word.” And then he walks out. What the fuck?

You don’t have time to think about that anyways, now you’re wishing Jordynne (number 19) good luck as the buzzer rushes. After her, is the great return of Alexa Bliss, who is granted the biggest pop so far, which Zelina Vega follows, and then all that’s left in front of you is the grey curtain covering the biggest opportunity you’ve received in your life.

That was both the longest and shortest minute and a half of your entire life, but when the crowd counts down, and the buzzer rings out, and your music starts playing, you’ve never heard anything louder. You fight to your last breath, and then you keep fighting. You make it pass Nia Jax’s mass elimination, and lots of other attempts, and somehow, its just you and Charlotte Flair. You give it your best, but the nerves get the best of you, and Charlotte ends up throwing you over the rope.

As disappointed as you are, you made it farther than you could’ve dreamed of, and as the fans yell for your attention while you walk back up the ramp, you can’t help but be proud. You walk through the curtain to find your fellow (past, and present) TNA stars cheering you on, and you’re too busy taking the praise with embarrassment and a shy gaze to the ground, that you don’t notice Kevins favor until you’re snapping a picture with HHH for media.

In all of his glory, standing directly across from you all the way across the room, is Cody Rhodes. Clapping. And staring at you, with that one smile. Y’know, the one, the Dashing Cody Rhodes shit eating grin.

“Oh my God, Kevin,” You mutter under your breath when the pictures are over and you can turn away. “What the fuck. Kevin. What the fuck.” Kevin is no where in sight, and Paul is laughing at you so hard.

“Heard you’re a pretty big fan,” You can hear him approaching from behind you and there’s nothing else you can do but face him and hope not to embarrass yourself any further.

“I’d say I’m an avid watcher, if that’s what you’d like to consider me, yes.” He’s still grinning at you like that, and it’s making this so much harder. The rest of the room is funneling out.

“Oh, okay, okay. Just a big Stardust fan, then?” Your lips purse into a fine line when you find you have no explanation.

“How much did he tell you, exactly?” God, you’re never coming back to this company ever again. Only to get back at Kevin for this. He shrugs.

“I’m just teasing, don’t worry,” His grin relaxed, and suddenly he looks more like the American Nightmare Cody, and his hand is resting on your shoulder. “I’m a pretty big fan, too. You were great out there.”

“Oh, I tried my best, thanks,” Your face is heating up again, and you try to push it off.

“Really, you were great. I hope I get to see you around some more.” You still can’t find any words, and the room seems to be getting hotter by the second. “Or, out of it either. Not to be this straight forward, and feel free to tell me to back off, but if you’re around tomorrow, I’d love to take you to dinner or something.”

“Uhm, uh-“ I’m between your sputtering you find yourself laughing. “You’re about to go fight to the death with my brother.” He laughs, looking down at his ring gear, and nods his head, because yes, he’s going to go beat the shit out of your brother.

“I’m guessing that’s a back off?” He looks back up through his eyelashes with the grin that makes you melt.

“No, no, please, bring him to hell and back.” You grin back, before nodding shyly. “Dinner would be great.” Before you have the chance to keep talking, Pauls calling him over, and he gives you an apologetic look and tells you somehow, he’ll get ahold of you before he rushes over to HHH. Kevin comes in shortly after, and laughs at you with no clue that his worst enemy thinks your fine as hell, and that you’re going to go chase Jey Uso down for his phone number. You sit in the Guerrilla for just a second longer and watch them both disappear behind the curtain before you run off to take a shower, and text everybody you’ve ever known that Cody Fucking Rhodes just asked you out.

Maybe you would be coming back to WWE a couple more times.

Wow look at me goooo it feels like its been so long since i wrote for Cody (prolly cuz it has been)

I’m hungry, sick, and tired but I’m ignoring all of my problems and sat down during raw and couldn’t stop so here you go ig

Enjoy this you probably wont get much more from me this month but im gonna try my best i think the seasonal depression hit me mostly last month but its supposed to snow on Wednesday so that’s when we’ll really see

#LIV writes;*!#Cody Rhodes x reader #wwe x reader #Cody Rhodes #Jey uso #kevin owens #tna x reader #i love tna #so much #idk what else to tag

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peonysgreenhouse · 1 year ago

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-`♡´- kisses + the 13 flame-chasers

summary: what it says on the tin!

tags: flame-chasers x gn!reader, griseo's is platonic of course, fluff, lots of kissies.

i. kevin kaslana

kevin’s last try at love had left him unable to touch anything living, his body now colder than ice. he craves the contact he once was able to give and receive freely, but to sacrifice his own body in pursuit of the MOTH’s goals was something he was more than willing to do. but even the icy-hearted first flame chaser has his moments of weakness. in those moments he’ll grab your tie, or the end of your skirt and bring it up to his lips, inhaling the scent he was never close enough to know, and wonder how warm your skin felt underneath.

ii. elysia

elysia adores everything about you, and she wants you to know how much you are loved every moment she is with you. she places kisses to any place she can reach, but more than that she loves watching your reactions. so human, so beautiful. it’s not rare to end up with her rosy gloss all over you.

iii. aponia

aponia likes listening to you breathe. underneath a tree in the tall grass, your head in her lap. it’s one of the few times she feels she can live in the present. the future is the farthest thing from her mind as she leans down and places a kiss to your forehead, telling you to go to sleep. she doesn’t command you to do it so, but with her soft humming, you soon drift off. aponia kisses your eyelids, then, and prays for your dreams to be pleasant.

iv. eden

her lips taste of the finest wine; how could you not get intoxicated after kissing her? the high of eden’s performance doesn’t wear off for hours, and she loves to perch you up on her vanity and kiss you until she’s satisfied… and eden is hard to satiate. out of all the endless riches she has amassed, you are her favorite treasure of all.

v. vill-v

the great magician loves to woo you with her performances. look down into their hat and when you see nothing inside, she’ll tilt your chin up and give you a quick peck.

the expert likes to ramble off her ideas for projects — you’re the only one allowed in their lab. it’s not often they get excited about things, but with you there she finds that old passion for inventing return in spades. when you aren’t looking, she’ll place a lingering kiss to your temple, whispering out her thanks.

vill-v loves you wholly, with every part of themself.

vi. kalpas

you’re one of the few who has gotten to see under kalpas’s mask. his skin is fair, sunken pale eyes tired and angry. it’s the first time he lets you see underneath that you finally get to kiss him. his teeth are bared, and he threatens to kill you for standing so close. but when your lips touch his own, all feigned malice melts away, and he pulls you into him hard.

vii. su

his kisses are featherlight, as soft as a summer breeze. as busy as he is with his work, he will always find pockets of time to spend with you. even if it’s just as small as kissing your cheek before he leaves for work, he will remember your loving eyes, the way the morning light made your skin glow, your small smile… yes, this is one memory that will follow him forevermore.

viii. SAKURA

SAKURA always looks for you after battles. she is covered in bruises and cuts that will leave ugly scars later, but she needs to know you’re okay; that the one person left that she loves is still there. she ushers you someplace quiet and hums, a familiar song that she once sang to RIN and patches you up. you tell her of an old superstition that you once heard, and she takes it to heart. SAKURA doesn’t let you go until she’s placed her lips against every future scar, promising you that next time, she’ll keep you safe.

ix. kosma

try as he might, he will never be able to figure out what you’re thinking. when you reassure him that you like him, he wonders if you mean in a way that he can sit close to you. it’s easier show him what’s on your mind, tilt his chin up and plant a sweet kiss to his lips. kosma will think about your touch for a long time, one hand touching his lips and the other balled into his tunic. he hopes you’ll kiss him again and again.

x. mobius

mobius tastes sickeningly sweet, you sometimes wonder if her lipstick is laced with poison. when mobius kisses you, it is needy, her lips moving hard and fast against your own, pressing you against her lab table. when she pulls back, you’re seeing stars, and she grins at you like a predator. you can’t help but think if this is where you die, it wouldn’t be so bad.

xi. griseo

mama aponia tells griseo that kisses are reserved for people she loves. and so she gives mama aponia a kiss on the cheek before she goes to look for inspiration. today, you are her muse, and you sit for hours as she paints every color that she sees in you; each one unique to you. once you’re done, she tugs your sleeve and tells you to come look. you tell her it’s beautiful, and she kisses you on the cheeks as thanks.

xii. fu hua

hua fights with her fists, and so the bruises left on her knuckles are forever rosy, never allowed to fully heal. when she spars with you, she never goes easy, and you’re face down in the dirt after only one round. she notices the deep purple of fresh bruises on your hands, and places a kiss to each one, praising you for trying so hard.

xiii. pardofelis

pardo loves all things shiny, but she’s found she doesn’t mind being paid in kisses from time to time. she purrs as you take her cheeks into your hands, kissing her all over the face. felis can’t help but laugh at the way it tickles, falling forward into your lap and nuzzling into your neck.

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SEEING STARS

SUMMARY: It’s slightly embarrassing how Sunwoo is naive enough to take Eric Sohn’s “advice” to heart. Luckily, you like idiots. Especially when they kick a ball into your face and agree to do a semester’s worth of schoolwork for you.

GENRE: smut, fluff, mild angst, crack

PAIRING: Kim Sunwoo x afab!reader (ft. Hoshi, Dino, Sangyeon, Kevin, Eric, Yuta, and Jay (Enhypen))

WC: 9.4k (you'd think i was doing this on purpose)

SERIES MASTERLIST

PERM TAGLIST: @juyeonszn @winterchimez

18+ MDNI, AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

WARNINGS: mentions of injuries (concussions, Sunwoo gets sucker punched), Eric slander, Sunwoo slander, Hoshi stirring up trouble, Sunwoo being stupid, car sex/public sex, p in v sex, fingering, mentions of face fucking, marking, hair pulling, attempts at dirty talk kinda? idk if you can even call it that but wtv, i think that's really it

A/N: Part 3 of the collab is out! If you haven't checked out Try Hard or Excitement (written by my beloved Fawn) please do! Otherwise, please enjoy this. Reblogs are greatly appreciated!

In Sunwoo’s defense, everything that happened was Eric’s fault. It was definitely not Sunwoo’s fault that he believed his best friend when he told him that he should absolutely kick a ball at the girl of his dreams so she could bring it back to him and she would fall for him too and then they could live happily ever after. It also wasn’t Sunwoo’s fault that he forgot that he was their university’s star soccer player and that he had really strong legs.

At least, this is what he tells himself while sitting in the ambulance with you, who is currently passed out with a lump the size of a clementine on your forehead. He’s nervously gnawing at his fingernails, chewing them to nubs with his eyebrows furrowed. The EMTs said that you’re stable, that you just have a mild concussion but they want to take you in and get you checked out to be sure.

“Are you her…friend? Boyfriend?” One of the EMTs looks at Sunwoo with a curious look in his eye.

“Friend, just a friend,” he says, but there’s a dark cloud hovering above his head that anyone could see if they tried hard enough.

“Is there anyone that we can call? Anyone else that we should inform?” Sunwoo shrugs.

“Not that I know of. Her family is across the country so they wouldn’t be any help right now, right?”

“Right,” the EMT agrees. “I suppose you’ll be helping her out the next couple of weeks, making sure no one else is hitting her in the head with soccer balls?” Sunwoo grimaces and nods.

You’re never gonna like me at this rate, he thinks to himself. God, why did he ever listen to Eric in the first place? What made him think that Eric, the man who spends 90% of his time completely bitchless and watching hentai, would give him good advice about women?

Now he’s gonna have to deal with student loan debt, lawyer debt, and being single for the rest of his life.

The first thing you see when you wake up is white. Not, like, a white ceiling. No, your vision is pure white for a few moments, and then you swear that you’re seeing stars. You can faintly, over the pounding of your head, hear someone speaking. The voice is familiar, but you can’t quite place it over the ringing in your ears.

“…Eric, I swear to fucking god if I ever see you again, I will shove my foot so far up your ass— I don’t care if you thought it would be a good idea! I concussed the richest girl in school, the girl of my dreams mind you, because you thought it would be a fantastic idea to kick a ball at her!”

You blink a few times, clearing your vision, and you can see a boy to the right of you. He’s wearing a soccer uniform, the same uniform your university’s team wears. You blink again, and now he’s facing you with a nervous smile plastered onto his face.

“Hi,” he breathes out and you smile at him.

“Hi…Woo…sung?” You wince at the poor attempt. Of course, you know who he is. Anyone would recognize the star soccer player. Maybe you weren’t positive about what his name was, but you knew him.

He laughs, but it’s a humorless one that has both of you cringing after.

“Close,” he tells you with a smile. “Sunwoo.”

“Right,” you nod, but the action causes a painful throb to run through your skull. “Fuck, why does my head hurt so much?”

Sunwoo laughs again, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet and avoiding your gaze.

“About that…” his hand combs through his hair, pushing it out of his face despite it not being there in the first place. “I…may or may not have kicked a ball in your general direction, which may or may not have proceeded to hit you in the head and give you a concussion.”

You kiss your teeth, eyebrows knitting together as you look at him. He begins to ramble, talking about how it’s his friend’s fault, and he really never meant for it to hit you. It’s cute, really, the way he practically falls to his knees and begs you to not sue him.

“Sunwoo,” you try to interrupt, but it’s like he doesn’t hear you. He’s speaking too fast, too frantic, and you’re pretty sure he’ll faint if he doesn’t pause for air soon.

“I— I will do anything you want, I swear! I’ll— I’ll carry your stuff around campus for you. I’ll take all your notes so you don’t have to look at the screens. Fuck— I swear, I—”

“Sunwoo,” You reach your arm forward, wrapping your fingers around his forearm and his pacing jerks to a stop, his words caught on the tip of his tongue when you lock eyes. “I’m not gonna sue you.”

“You’re—” his voice cracks, “you’re not?”

“No,” you laugh and wince when your head begins to throb again. “Although, I wouldn’t mind if you helped me out with my schoolwork.”

“I…” he trails off, his heart sinking to his stomach. “Yeah, yeah of course I’ll help you. But— but you really aren’t going to sue me? Because— because I wouldn’t mind if you were that mad at me but I think I would really rather you just have me arrested at that point, you know?”

“I promise, Sunwoo.” You squeeze his forearm, and his cheeks begin to darken with a tinge of pink. “I’m not gonna sue you.”

As it turns out, having the star soccer player around to do anything and everything you want him to is rather convenient. Sunwoo picks you up every day for your first class in his old, beat-up Toyota Corolla. He opens the door for you, hands you a fresh go-cup of your favorite coffee from your favorite cafe (which you aren’t sure how he knows, to be honest), and brings you to each and every one of your classes. It’s almost weird how you’ve gotten used to having him around.

“By the way,” you look up at Sunwoo as you’re getting into his car after your last class of the day. Sunwoo looks down at you, smiling brightly and you can feel yourself starting to melt at the puppy-like look in his eye. “Are you even taking classes this semester?”

Sunwoo tilts his head. “I mean…yeah? I kinda have to, you know, to play soccer.”

“But…you’re always with me these days. Are you not missing your own assignments? Your own exams?”

“I don’t have any exams during your classes,” he informs you and then shuts the passenger-side door, gently to not hurt your head. You let your body rest against the tattered fabric seat you’re in, waiting for Sunwoo to get to his side of the car. “Plus, I have friends in my classes that send me shit when I’m not there.”

“You skip your classes often?” Your lips curl into a sly smile, one that he returns quickly.

“You know it, babe.”

Your body tenses just slightly, not enough for him to notice. It was likely instinctive for him to say that, and you would never admit to anyone how the words had butterflies forming in your stomach, pushing against your flesh, and threatening to tumble out of you if he made one wrong move.

Sunwoo slams the door of the frat shut and presses his back against it as soon as he enters the building. His eyes are squeezed shut, so tightly that he can see stars and it starts to hurt.

“You alright?” Eric is sitting on the couch, elbows on his knees with a Nintendo controller in his hands. He isn’t looking at Sunwoo, his eyes trained on the fourth Five Nights At Freddy’s game being displayed on the TV in front of him.

“I don’t even want to talk about it.” Sunwoo dismisses, dropping his bag on the floor and tossing his keys into the bowl to his right. “Especially not with you.”

“The fuck did I do?” Eric’s eyebrows knit together, and Sunwoo scoffs as he walks behind the couch to get to the kitchen.

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe you were part of the reason that Y/N L/N is now concussed and probably hates my guts so I’m trying to fix it by helping her out with all of her school work, which is hard as shit, by the way. Did you know that she’s a mechanical engineering major?”

“No shit?” Eric’s eyes flick away from the TV screen for just long enough for him to nearly miss an animatronic approaching him. “I wonder if she’s in any of my classes.”

“Probably not,” Sunwoo sighs, grabbing a glass from the shelf and pouring himself some water. “She’s in Sangyeon’s year so her classes are a bit more advanced than yours.”

“Ah,” Eric bobs his head, tongue wedged between his otherwise tightly sealed lips. Sunwoo watches him play for a moment, wincing at a few jumpscares while he downs his water. “What’s that gotta do with me, anyway? Isn’t this, like, bonding time for you two? Finally land your girl?”

“Well, would’ve been perfect if, a) she hadn’t hated me and b) I didn’t call her babe in the car today.”

Silence from Eric, and Sunwoo briefly wonders if his best friend had even heard him.

“Why the fuck did you do that?” Eric pauses the game and tosses his controller onto the couch next to him as he turns around.

“It was an accident!” Sunwoo defends. “It just kinda…slipped out while I was talking to her. A reflex!”

“You called the girl you concussed babe on reflex?” Eric exclaims in disbelief. “Are you stupid?”

“Says the one who suggested kicking the ball at her!”

“Yeah, well at least I didn’t give the girl of my dreams a concussion!”

“It was your fault!” Sunwoo yells, and Eric scoffs.

“Yeah, sure. Whatever makes you feel better.”

“He called me babe, Soonyoung,” you’re laying face down on your friend’s bed, kicking your feet in the air behind you with his tiger plushie tucked under your arms.

“Mhm,” he’s not paying attention, instead focusing on the tiger Lego set that you had given him for his birthday. “Very nice.”

“Ugh, and he’s so sweet too.” You continue to ramble, grinning like a mad woman when you recall the notes he had diligently taken for you despite not knowing a damn thing about Applied Measurements. “Did I tell you about the notes he took for me the other day? The ones that he—”

“—Color-coded and annotated for you?” Soonyoung interrupts, finally slamming down the little pieces of plastic in his hand. You flinch at the noise. “Left little notes about things he found interesting or didn’t quite understand but tried to explain anyway? Yeah, you told me.”

You duck your head, trying to ignore the throbbing. It had mostly gone away, but occasionally loud noises would spike pain through your skull.

“Sorry…” you mumble, letting your legs fall flat on the mattress. Soonyoung turns to face you, pursing his lips.

“Y/N, if you like this kid so much then why not ask him out?”

“It’s not like that!” You protest, but a sharp look from your best friend makes you backtrack. “At least, not for him. He’s just doing this because he feels bad for me! And besides, I’m a few years older than him, so wouldn’t it be weird?”

“How is that weird?” Soonyoung inquires, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. “He’s of age, isn’t he?”

“Of age,” you scoff and make air quotes. “What is this, the 1600s?”

Soonyoung glares at you and sits back in his chair. “I don’t care if you’re concussed, I’ll make that lump in your skull bigger if you push me.”

At his warning, you huff.

“Okay, fine, yes, he is. But it’s weird for me! I’m a senior in college, about to enter the work force if I can get my senior project proposal done, and he’s just a sophomore! He’s the university’s star soccer player, he’s just starting to get ahead. I don’t want to, like, stunt that for him.”

“Y/N,” Soonyoung rolls his chair toward you with a sympathetic smile on his face. “I can almost guarantee that Sunwoo will not care if you’re a few years older than him. I don’t think he’ll care if he’s just starting college. If I’m being honest, he finds that all the more reason to be attracted to you. Young men love older women— but you aren’t old!” He quickly backtracks before you can cut him off. “You’re not old, and believe me when I tell you that not a single person in the world would be doing this for someone that they weren’t attracted to.”

“Are you sure?” You sit up, wrapping your whole body around the tiger plushie, and Soonyoung nods.

“I promise.”

“Then…how do I get him to know that I…that I’m also attracted to him?”

Soonyoung grins and you feel your heart drop.

“Boy, do I have some ideas for you.”

Sunwoo is getting worried. The last four days have been ridiculously quiet for him, his days empty and dragging on without you around him.

You were avoiding him, he could tell. Whenever he showed up to pick you up from your dorm, someone else was already there. A man, your age and clearly friends with you if the wide smile on your face said anything. You would lock eyes with him, your smile falling when you saw the confusion and hurt in his eyes. You would turn your gaze away and the man would get your door for you, laughing about something you said.

Then there was the avoidance of his texts. He would ask if everything was okay, how your head was doing, random jokes or comments about things he saw on campus. Things that he would tell you had you been with him during the day. It wasn’t like it was unusual for the two of you to text now. In fact, it was weird when you weren’t messaging each other about something but now…

It’s like you’re trying to block out his existence.

“I’m telling you,” Kevin hands Sunwoo a case of beer, cutting into the younger man’s frantic rambling. “She’s probably just busy, dude.”

“Then why wouldn’t she tell me?” Sunwoo pouts, carrying the case into the house. Kevin follows with a case of his own.

“Hell if I now,” he scoffs. “You think I have time to psychoanalyze everything rich girls do?”

“I mean…isn’t that your whole thing?” Sangyeon chimes in. “Psychoanalyzing everything about everyone?”

“That’s not the point,” Kevin waves his hand in the air and huffs. “I’m busy enough with my own classes and practices, I can only do so many things at once.”

“Sunwoo,” Sangyeon turns to the soccer player with a stern look in his eye. “This is gonna be one of our biggest parties yet, I need you on top of your game to make sure people are enjoying themselves.”

“Yeah, but—”

“Kim Sunwoo,” Sangyeon grabs Sunwoo by the shoulders with an exasperated look on his face. “If I hear you ranting about the girl you concussed one more time I might just lose it. I’m putting you on door duty for the night.”

“What the fuck do you mean door duty?”

Sangyeon scans the room for a moment before his eyes land on a metal detector stick that Hyunjae had bought as a part of his last Halloween costume.

“Here,” He tosses it to Sunwoo and smiles sarcastically. “Use this, make sure people aren’t bringing weapons in or whatever.”

Sunwoo looks down at the metal detector in his hands, eyebrows knitting together.

“You’re serious?”

“Oh, absolutely.”

“Are you sure that your plan worked?” You’re peering up at Soonyoung with a nervous look in your eye when you roll up to the TBZ party. “You’re sure he’s—”

“I’m positive, my dear.” Your best friend pats the top of your head, squinting at the frat house down the road. “I didn’t think this many people were gonna be here tonight.”

“Sunwoo mentioned that it was gonna be a big one,” you murmur. Soonyoung turns his gaze to you and sighs at the pout on your lips. You look pitiful, to be honest. At least in attitude, that is.

“Y/N,” you look at him again, “if Sunwoo doesn’t fall head over heels at this party and fuck you until you literally cannot walk then I give you full permission to give me a concussion, just like he did to you. Look at you! You look absolutely stunning!”

You find yourself smiling at Soonyoung’s words. He’s not wrong, you do look stunning. A loose, short black dress that dips down at your chest to reveal just enough cleavage. The straps are jeweled, glittering under the lights and highlighting the jewelry around your neck. The dress itself stops just low enough that it covers everything but shows enough to tease, and you’re wearing sleek black pumps with an ankle strap so your feet don’t fly out of them (you’d made that mistake before. Never again…).

“Now,” He claps his hands together and grins. “Let’s go get you your man, and get me a drink.”

In hindsight, you probably should have known that the party would not have been good for your head. Loud noises had never particularly been something you enjoyed. A lot of people assumed you loved parties due to your financial status, but that wasn’t true. In fact, you were a bit of a recluse. You had only a few friends, though you were nice to nearly everyone you met. Sunwoo happened to be an exception.

He wiggled his way into your life with that soccer ball, and you truly don’t think you can see a future without him in it, even if he just stays a friend.

The second you walk up the driveway, your head begins to pound, your vision flashing with stars, and you squeeze Soonyoung’s arm tightly to keep yourself from wobbling on your feet.

Then you see Sunwoo at the door, a large bucket to his right, and a hand-held metal detector in his hand. You can see him scanning people, waving girls in, and then stopping men and pointing at the bucket. You feel a lump forming in his throat when you take in the sight of him. His hair is a mess of curls, the same curls you’d come to love since he gave you a concussion. He’s dressed in a tight-fitting black tee shirt and baggy jeans, nothing fancy but it brings the butterflies back to your stomach in full force.

“What the hell are you talking about?” The man in front of you scoffs at something Sunwoo said, and you blink yourself back to reality.

“$5 at the door,” Sunwoo shrugs, “sorry. I don’t make the rules.”

“It’s your frat!” The man yells. Sunwoo quirks an eyebrow.

“Yeah…do I look like the president or something?” The man stays silent and Sunwoo sighs. “Look, I don’t have the time to deal with you. Are you in or not? There’s a line of people behind you, and all of them wanna get in so you should probably pick fast.”

The student huffs, digging into his pocket for a dirty $5 bill, tossing it into the bucket, and shoving past Sunwoo. The soccer player just rolls his eyes and sighs again.

“Who’s up next—” he chokes on his words when he sees you, his eyes widening and his jaw-dropping. You smile nervously, raising your hand in a tiny wave while Soonyoung throws a few ones into the bucket.

“I’ll see you in there,” your friend says to you. “Text me if you need me.” Soonyoung squeezes your hand and nods at Sunwoo before walking into the house. You step to the side, letting people move past you but keeping a little bit of distance between you and the frat boy who hasn’t taken his eyes off of you yet.

“You’re here,” Sunwoo says, not even looking at the continuous line of people walking into the house without paying. “You’re— why are you here?”

A sheepish smile crawls onto your face. “Do you…not want me here?” Sunwoo panics, shaking his head rapidly and grabbing your hand in his.

“That’s not— that’s not what I meant.” He tells you, and you can’t help the warmth in your cheeks. “I just— your head. This can’t be good for your concussion, can it?”

You kiss your teeth, nodding slowly. “Yeah…Kinda got a little bit of a migraine right now.” You don’t tell him that the concussion has completely healed.

“Let’s— let’s get you someplace quieter, ba— Y/N.” He tugs at your hand, pushing you in front of him and covering your ears with your hand. He leans in close to you, his lips brushing the shell of one ear and you feel your breathing hitch in your throat.

“Cover your eyes a bit and look down, I can’t block your vision but I can shield your ears a bit, babe.” He lets it slip out this time, and you do as he says.

Sunwoo walks you forward, and you can see feet shuffling around the two of you. His hands do more than you expected, the sounds around you fairly muffled and dulling the throb in your skull. His body is so close to yours, his legs bumping into you with every step, but he keeps the two of you steady. Someone knocks into you, and Sunwoo says something to them, something harsh that you can’t make out over the noise of the party. He stops walking for a brief moment, now talking to someone else. You faintly hear a name, Chang-something, and then he’s fleeing the scene, knocking into you on his way out.

Sunwoo steps to your side when you reach a staircase, talking into your ear so you know exactly where each step is. Another person bumps into you, and Sunwoo takes a hand off your ear to wrap it around your waist.

“You can drop your hand,” he tells you. “The lights aren’t flashing over here.” You nod, and you feel his hand drop at the same time yours does. You’re still walking up the stairs and even though you don’t need help anymore, his hand stays on your waist, the touch sending electric shocks throughout your body.

Sunwoo feels like he’s going to throw up.

Scratch that. Sunwoo is going to throw up.

He really hadn’t expected to see you here. In fact, he hadn’t expected to see you at all for the rest of his college days. Had you finally decided to sue him? Are you serving him? He hadn’t seen any documents with you, but maybe—

“I’m not suing you, Sunwoo,” you sit on his bed with one leg crossed over the other. Your dress rides up your thighs, something Sunwoo tries desperately to ignore but he just can’t. “You can relax.”

You can relax, he repeats the words in his head over and over and over again, but he can’t. In fact, his body just grows more tense with the time that passes. Sunwoo tries to look at you, and then he tries not to look at you. There’s a heat in your gaze, and he can’t tell what the emotion behind it is. He hopes it’s not anger, he prays that you haven’t gotten angry with him.

“Are you—” he clears his throat. “Who was the guy you were with?” You tilt your head and he clarifies his question. “I just— I’ve seen him with you a lot these days so I was just— I just thought—”

“Who, Soonyoung? He’s not my boyfriend,” you tell him and laugh when he visibly deflates with relief.

“Good. I— I mean that’s— I just—” his face feels like it’s on fire, his stomach churning when you continue to laugh at him. When you wince and bring your hand up, he practically trips over himself to find an unopened bottle of water for you.

“How’s your head?” Sunwoo asks you, quietly now. You shrug and slide over so he can sit next to you on the edge of his bed.

“Concussion is better, just can’t do loud noises.” Sunwoo nods and you continue. “At the last check-up, my doctor said that I might get some headaches here and there though, at least for a little while.”

“Then why are you here? At a party?”

“I…guess I just wanted to see you?” You had this all planned out with Soonyoung. Why are you so nervous?

Sunwoo’s eyebrows knit together. “Why would you want to see me?”

“You’re joking, right?” You can’t help the scoff that leaves your lips, regretting letting it out when Sunwoo flinches and looks away from you. “Sorry, it’s just…there’s no way that you don’t know by now.”

“Know what?” He presses, hoping that you’re saying what he’s been dreaming of you saying since he saw you on his first day at this university. You’re so close to him now, mere inches from him, and he fights every instinct inside of him that says to close that distance. He wants to hear everything you have to say.

You open your mouth to speak again, and there’s a knock on the door. Both of your heads whip around as it swings open, and Sunwoo’s heart sinks when he sees Soonyoung, the man you had entered the building with. He almost looked distraught that he’d entered the room.

“Hi, so sorry to interrupt. Um…” he looks at you with a grimace. “We gotta go.”

“What?” Your eyebrows furrow. “Why? I was talking with Sunwoo—”

“Yeah, sorry again, but we gotta go.” Sunwoo watches you get up, albeit reluctantly, and you turn to him.

“I’ll…we’ll talk later, okay?” You smile at Sunwoo, but you turn away before he can say anything to you.

“Promise?” He calls out, but the door is already shutting behind you.

You really did intend on texting Sunwoo after, to continue your conversation, but ‘after’ turns into two days, and then four, and then it’s been a week, and suddenly it’s almost finals. You know that Sunwoo’s game is today. The last game of the season. He’d raved about it a few times while studying with you. You knew how excited for it he was, knew how hard he was practicing to make sure he was in his best shape.

“What do you mean he’s about to be taken off the field?” You snap into your phone, scanning the lot around you for somewhere to park. It’s dark out, the lights in the lot hardly working so it makes it difficult to see any free spots. “Fuck, why is it always so fucking busy at these games?”

“He’s missed every shot— DAMN YOU DECELIS. YUTA GET THAT DAMN BALL—” You pull the phone away from your ear when Soonyoung starts to yell, hearing the crowd in the stadium erupt into cheers. “Another point to Decelis Uni. Anyway, no he’s been like…really off in his games, the only reason he isn’t off already is because of Lee Chan.”

“Thank god for him,” you sigh as you put your car into park. “Listen, I just parked, so just give me five minutes to get in there. Maybe he needs a good luck charm or something. Fuck it’s cold out here. Why did I wear a skirt to this damn game?”

“Did you just call yourself his good luck charm?”

“No, I just—” you huff.

“No, you’re right. I think you are because when you guys were talking, he’d been playing better than ever. Things went to shit after my plan.”

“Yeah, thanks for that by the way.”

“Any time, best friend. Get here soon. Maybe there will be a time out and you can kiss him or something.”

“Yeah, maybe.”

You shove your phone into your pocket, running toward the stadium as the crowd erupts into cheers again.

“What the fuck is going on with you?” Lee Chan grabs Sunwoo by the shoulder when half-time is called. Both boys are dripping with sweat, exhausted from the game. There had been so much back and forth between the two teams, keeping them tied almost constantly for the past 45 minutes. “You’ve been playing like shit for three games in a row, Kim Sunwoo. This isn’t like you. I’m not afraid to get Coach to bench you if you don’t get your shit together.”

Sunwoo huffs, grabbing his water bottle from the bench and ignoring his teammate so he can hydrate.

“I’m fine, just not feeling great.” He dismisses. Chan’s lip curls into a sneer.

“If we lose this game because of you, I swear to fucking god I will get you kicked from the team.”

“You wouldn’t do that,” Sunwoo rises to his feet and glares down at the team captain. He may be the star player, but it takes more than skill to hold a team together. Lee Chan has that ability. Morals, respect from his teammates, he has everything. That’s why Sunwoo backs down when Chan straightens his posture.

“You think I fucking won’t? Remember who got you on this team in the fucking first place.”

Sunwoo’s ears start to ring, and he can hear someone yelling his name. It sounds distant, and he swears he’s imagining it so he ignores it.

It happens again, louder this time and grabbing Chan’s attention as well. Both players whip their heads toward the crowd, and Sunwoo’s stomach drops.

There you are, shoving your way through the crowd to get to the barrier. People yell at you, and you say something that shuts them up. He’s in awe, staring at you and the distressed look on your face. You wave your hands to get his attention, and Chan shoves him again.

“If she’s why you aren’t on top of your game, you better fix shit right now. I’m not losing this one, Kim Sunwoo.”

“Yeah, got it.” It’s like he’s running on autopilot, walking toward you and then running. There are three minutes left in half-time, so he needs to make this fast.

“What are you doing here?” Sunwoo grabs onto the barricade and hauls himself up so he’s face-to-face with you, ignoring the people yelling around the two of you.

You grin at him, a mischievous look in your eye.

“You don’t want me here?” The panic in his eyes makes you laugh, and you lean toward him. He smells of sweat and grass and your nose wrinkles.

“I don’t— you know that isn’t what I meant.” He snaps, but you know he isn’t mad at you.

“Soonyoung said you were playing like shit, figured I’d find out why.” You grab the collar of his shirt and pull him closer to you so he can’t leave before you talk to him.

“I’m just distracted today.” You scoff and he narrows his eyes at you. “What?”

“You’ve been practicing for this game for weeks now, Kim Sunwoo. What could possibly have you so distracted today?”

He hesitates, and you already know his answer.

“I don’t have time to talk right now, Y/N.” He’s biting his lip, anxiously flicking his eyes to the clock behind him. You roll your eyes. Of course, he wouldn’t answer you. You knew he wouldn’t give you a straight answer, knew he was too nervous between the game and having you right in front of him to fully focus.

“Then I’ll make this fast.”

“Make what—” your lips are on his, your hand on the back of his neck to hold him close while you kiss him. His body stiffens and then relaxes, and then his hand comes to your arm to keep himself stable. His face slides against yours, transferring his sweat to your body and you pull back.

“Win this game,” you look into his eyes, but it’s like he can’t focus on you. He looks like he’s in a daze, and you tug at the strands of his hair to get his attention.

“I— yeah, I’ll win.” He promises but he sounds far away. The buzzer goes off. “I— what was—”

“If you win this game, you can take me on a date.” You grin and let go of him. Chan yells Sunwoo’s name and the boy pulls back from you reluctantly.

“Anywhere I want?”

“Anywhere.”

“Promise?” His eyes are shining when he looks at you. You smile, placing another gentle kiss on his plush lips.

“I promise.”

He’s running away from you now, a new lightness in his feet that had been missing the past two weeks. There’s fresh energy in his muscles, in his bones, and that overconfident attitude that his teammates and opponents despised returns in full force.

“I take it I’m not gonna have to pull you off the field?” The Coach eyes Sunwoo as he jogs by. Sunwoo slows and turns back with a wicked grin on his face.

“Not a chance in hell, Coach.”

“Can’t believe you kissed him.” Soonyoung nudges you with a grin, and you roll your eyes.

“Why? Didn’t think I had it in me?”

“No, it’s not that,” he shakes his head and lets out a sharp whistle when Sunwoo steals the ball from the opposing team. “He was covered in sweat and grass. Don’t you hate that shit?”

“Worth it,” Soonyoung snorts when you smile at him.

Since the start of the second half, Sunwoo had already brought their team into the lead by two points. You’d never seen him play before, but everything you’d heard was true. He was fast, agile, and strong. He was a beast on the field, keeping himself just out of reach of all the other players. You can tell the other team is starting to get agitated, starting the get rough with your school’s team.

You bite at your thumb as you watch the game proceed. Two minutes left in the game, and they’re tied again. You can see all the players getting tired, everyone slowing down. Sunwoo seems to be the only one with the energy to keep going, but even he seems to struggle.

30 seconds and Sunwoo has the ball again. The stadium has gone quiet and you could swear that you hear the ticking of the clock.

10 seconds and Sunwoo is almost to the goal, you stand from your seat, and people around you rise as well. Anticipation. Tension. The stadium is filled with it. People start cheering again, the other school starts yelling at their team to move their asses.

5 seconds and the crowd goes silent. Sunwoo is on the ground, a player from the other team on top of him. Players from all sides are running over, trying to see what happened. The announcers say that the opposing player, Park Jongseong, tackled Sunwoo, his hand unintentionally jamming the star player’s nose. A medic rushes over, but Sunwoo waves them away. You can’t see his face very well, but you can tell by his posture that he’s agitated.

Jongseong is penalized, and his coach takes him off the field for a moment. Sunwoo is set in front of the center of the goal, pacing while he waits for the ‘ok’ from the referee. He glances up at the crowd, and for a moment you swear that he looks at you. For a moment, you swear that you can see him smiling at you, through the throbbing in his face and the ache in his body. You could swear that he’s telling you I’m gonna win this. Trust me.

Jongseong is back on the field, the clock is set. The referee raises his hand, an indirect kick. Sunwoo rolls his neck, jogging backwards to get a headstart. Yuta and Chan are both ready to receive a pass.

The clock starts.

Sunwoo is running. You and the rest of the crowd are yelling at him to run faster. He does.

The ball is sailing through the air, Chan and Yuta and all the other players on the field are running for the ball. Yuta gets there first.

Yuta kicks the ball, but another player knocks it out of the air. Sunwoo is already waiting, stealing the ball and moving to an open space.

Sunwoo kicks the ball and watches it sail through the air. He doesn’t stop running, not when there’s still time on the clock

The crowd erupts into cheers, deafening you and you feel Soonyoung grab your shoulders, shaking you and yelling just as loud as everybody else. You feel a yell building in your chest.

They’ve won. Sunwoo is being hauled into the air by his teammates, The other team is sulking by their coach. You can’t go to him. Not yet. The crowd is beginning to clear, some people moving from the stands to leave the stadium and chat with their friends, to wait for the team to come out.

“You coming?” Soonyoung quirks an eyebrow at you but you know that he already knows the answer. A shake of your head confirms his suspicions and he grins. “Go get your man. I won’t interrupt this time.” He makes his way down the stands to the parking lot, and you smile while walking down to the field. The teams have dispersed now, done with talking to their coaches and making their way to the locker room. Sunwoo hangs back, talking with Chan as you walk across the turf. Your heart is pounding in your chest, so hard you fear it’ll burst from behind your ribcage.

Chan sees you first, jerking his head in your direction and clapping Sunwoo on the shoulder. Sunwoo turns as he walks away, and you can see the way his eyes light up when he recognizes you.

“I told you I’d win, didn’t I?” He grins at you when you get closer, but you don’t respond. You’re only a few steps from him now, and you take a deep breath. “You okay?”

“Your face is bruised…” you have to force yourself not to jump his bones right there, instead focusing on the blooming bruise on his right cheek. Your fingers brush over it and he doesn’t even flinch.

“It’s nothing,” he reassures you, resting his hands on your waist. “It’ll be gone in a week, I promise. Nothing to worry your pretty little head about.”

You smile back at him, craning your neck to look him in the eye.

“You think my head is pretty?”

“I think everything about you is pretty, babe.” Your cheeks heat up and he presses a kiss to your lips. It’s gentle, far less frantic than the one you gave him on the bleachers. Your hand trails from his cheek to the side of his neck, holding him close to you. Your lips part against his, your head tilting to give a better angle to kiss him at and he inhales sharply. Your body is on fire everywhere he’s touching you. Your waist, your lips, your neck. It feels electric and it pains you when he forces himself to separate from you, his nose brushing against yours.

“All that for winning a game?” he breathes out, pressing a light kiss to the corner of your mouth. “I should win more often if this is gonna be my reward from now on.”

Your lips curl into a smirk. “I’ll give you more than just a kiss if you want, Kim Sunwoo.”

It takes him a moment to process what you said. Sunwoo stares at you, eyes wide and jaw hanging open for so long that you almost consider taking back what you said.

“You’re— what happened to take me to dinner? What happened to hello, how are you?” His grip on your waist tightens and you shrug.

“I have more important things in mind.” Sunwoo’s whole body is tense, so tense that you feel like he’ll combust on the spot if you aren’t careful.

“I’m covered in dirt and sweat.” He tries as an excuse but you scoff. “I don’t think you wanna fuck me while I’m like this, right?”

“Do you really care about that?” He takes a deep breath.

“Me? No. I just…If I go with you right now I swear to god I’ll cum in my pants and I really don’t want that to happen during our first time together—”

“Sunwoo,” You grab his chin between two fingers and he snaps his mouth shut. “I don’t care about any of that. I care about you. I want you, whether or not you’re covered in sweat.” You reach one of your hands up, pushing his soaking wet hair out of his face and his features soften.

“You really…you like me, don’t you?”

“I figured it was obvious when I kissed you in front of the whole stadium, Sunwoo.” You kiss your teeth and step away from him. His grip loosens on you and eventually falls when you continue to back away from him, that sly grin still on your face.

“Where are you going?” He trails after you like a lost puppy but you just shrug.

“Come with me if you wanna find out.”

You silently thank god when you find the parking lot already half empty. Sunwoo’s car is a distance from most other cars, tucked under some trees that cast shadows over that old Toyota Corolla.

“You’re—” Sunwoo is cut off when you open the door to his back seat and shove him in. You hear some people behind you howling, briefly turning your head to see his teammates cheering him on.

“Get some, Kim Sunwoo!” Lee Chan screams and you laugh before crawling into the car behind Sunwoo.

You turn just enough to slam the car door shut, and then you’re on top of Sunwoo. He tugs you onto his lap, your skirt riding up enough to expose your thighs to him, but you give him no time to process anything, your lips already crushed against his. It’s sloppy, but the whine he emits just from the pressure behind it has heat curling in your stomach again. Your tongue dips into his open mouth, and he pushes against you with more force that you had anticipated. He curls his tongue around yours, sucking and licking at it, and your body begins to shudder against his.

Sunwoo drags your hips down against his own, groaning at the feeling of your heat against his growing member.

“Can’t wait to be inside you,” he hisses when he pulls away, moving his lips down to attach to your throat and sucking harsh marks into your skin. You whine at his statement, grinding against him of your own will once he’d set the rhythm. He feels so good against you, pressing against your clit in just the right way to have you curling against him with broken whines spilling from your lips. Sunwoo moves one of your hands to your hair, jerking your head to the side to expose more of your skin to him, and you know he grows impatient when your shirt gets in the way.

“Can I take this off?” He asks you, his eyes glittering when he looks up at you.

“Really think I’d say no to you?” You smile, reaching your hands down and pulling your shirt off and tossing it somewhere in the front seat. Sunwoo looks like he’s in heaven when you unclip your bra and throw it back with your shirt, baring your breasts for him.

“Fuck…” he breathes out, cupping one in his hand and brushing his thumb over your nipple. You force yourself to keep your breathing steady, to let him do what he wants. “You’re so pretty, baby. Wanna drown in your pretty tits.”

“Yeah?” You ask, your voice breathy. “Who’s stopping you, then?” He looks up at you like you’re his goddess, like he’d worship you every day and every night if you’d let him.

“Really?” He hardly waits for a response before he’s shoving his face into your tits, laving at the valley between them before ultimately choosing one to focus on with his mouth. He sucks at the nipple, tugging at it between his teeth and listening to the delicate whines you let out. The other breast doesn’t go unnoticed, one of his hands palming at it and tweaking the nipple for a few minutes before he switches sides to give each of your breasts the same treatment.

You haven’t stopped grinding on him in this time, your eyelids fluttering shut while your roll your hips over Sunwoo’s. You can feel his dick twitching in his soccer shorts, can feel him fighting the urge to jerk his hips into yours.

“Sunwoo,” you choke out, tugging at the strands of his hair. It doesn’t stop him, in fact you could swear that the action makes him suck harder on your tits and your voice breaks into a moan. “Sunwoo,”

This time when you speak, you yank his head back. He whines, his neck now at an awkward angle as he tries to sink back into your chest.

“Whyyyy,” he drawls with a pout. His lips are puffy and covered in spit, similar to your chest and you already know he’s sucked marks into your skin that’ll be visible for days after this.

“Wanna fuck you, baby.” You plead. “Wanna fuck you so bad.”

His eyes roll into the back of his head at your tone, and he pushes you off of him just long enough to shove his clothing off. You do the same, noting the way your panties stick to your slick cunt. With a smirk, you discreetly tuck them into the center console while his back is still somewhat turned to you.

By the time he’s turned back around, you’ve stripped yourself of all your clothing and sunk your fingers into your core. Your eyes have fluttered shut with two fingers inside of you and your thumb rubbing circles into your clit.

“What are— what—” Sunwoo sounds like he’s going to cry, and you force your eyes open. He’s staring at your glistening folds with a look of pure hunger and you can only assume heartbreak as you finger yourself. “Why are you—”

“Gotta get myself ready for you,” you tell him with a pout. “Don’t—f-fuck— wanna make sure you fit i-inside of me.” Your back arches off the door and Sunwoo lunges for you, yanking your hand away from your pussy. The suddenness of the action makes you yelp, your eyes fly open again when Sunwoo sinks your fingers into his mouth. You can’t tell if the moan he lets out is genuine or if it’s for show, but it’s guttural and has your walls clenching around absolutely nothing. His tongue laves over your fingers, sucking them as far into his mouth as he can, getting as much of your taste off of your fingers as humanly possible before pulling them from his mouth and lowering your hand back to your side.

“That’s my job,” Sunwoo hisses, and then he’s lowering his body down so he can be level with your pussy. Two of his fingers prod at your entrance, and your hips jerk toward him against your well. He clicks his tongue when he sinks them into you. “Loosened your little cunt up a little bit already, hm? Gotta stretch you out even more though if I wanna fit inside you.”

You can only whine when he sinks a third finger into you, scissoring them inside of them and curling them into that sweet spot inside of you. The stretch begins to sting, ever so slowly ebbing away and being replaced by pure, unadulterated pleasure.

“Oh god, Sunwoo.” You gasp out, your hand wrapping around his wrist but you can’t exactly figure out why. To slow him down? To force him to go faster? “Feels so fucking good, please.” You feel a coil beginning to tighten in your stomach as his fingers punch into that spot time and time again, his thumb rubbing harsh circles into your clit similar to how you were. Fast learner.

Sunwoo grins at the way your face twists and contorts with pleasure, the way you try to control how your hips buck against his hand, the guttural moans you emit.

“Gonna cum, babe?” He knows the answer. He knows by the way you clench against him, the way your cunt tries to force his hand out.

“Yes,” you whine out, “yes, gonna c-cum. Sun-Sunwoo, please.”

“Please what, babe?” He coos. “Can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me.” Just to tease you, he slows down. “Do you want me to stop?”

“NO,” you cry out, taking matters into your own hands and fucking down onto his hand. “Ple-please let me cum!”

“Ohhh, I see.” He hums and drives his fingers into you faster, harder. Your whines and whimpers have become broken little sobs. “Fuck, babe, it’s like no one’s ever made you feel like this.” He can’t help but laugh when you clench down on him again.

“G-Gonna cum, Sunwoo!” He just hums, watching as you clench down once, twice, and then your body is jerking against his hand. Your cunt tries to force him out one more time but he continues to drive into you and work you through your first orgasm of the night.

When your body has stopped shuddering, Sunwoo finally pulls his fingers out of you. He raises them up a bit, just enough for you to see the way the mix of your arousal and your cum.

“Look at all this, baby.” He holds his fingers out to you with a broad grin on his face. “Have you ever tasted yourself?” Your eyes come back to focus when he prods his fingers against your lips. You let him sink his fingers into your mouth, nearly gagging when they hit the back of your throat. “Tastes good, doesn’t it?”

You swallow around his fingers, taking in the bittersweet taste on your tongue. Sunwoo watches you with hazy eyes when you take hold of his wrist again, holding his hand close to you while your tongue swirls around his fingers. You know exactly what he’s thinking, know exactly what’s going on behind those hazy eyes of his, and have to force yourself to pull off of his fingers when you know you’ve cleaned him off completely.

“Fucking minx,” he growls and grips your hips tightly in his hands, flipping you over so you’re on your hands and knees. “Did that on purpose, didn’t you? Knew I’d think of you sucking my cock, think of you gagging on it as I fuck your pretty little face?” You don’t have a response this time, only moaning when he shoves his cock into you with one harsh thrust.

He gives you no time to adjust, gives you no time to work through the sting it brings you but you don’t mind. Not when the stretch feels so good. Not when his cock is fucking into at a pace so harsh it has your body sliding across the seats. Your arm reaches out, hand desperately trying to find purchase on something, anything to hold you steady against the roughness of his hips slapping against yours.

His hand slides up your spine, tangling in your hair and yanking on it to pull you against him. Your moans become louder, harsher until they’ve turned into screams and cries of his name. You can feel the fabric of his car’s seats digging into your knees, feel the old Toyota Corolla rocking back and forth while the windows fog up with the heat of your sinful behavior.

One of Sunwoo’s legs slips down to the floor of the car, but he doesn’t slow as he adjusts his position. It gives him a new angle, new strength to fuck into you harder and faster, bruising your insides as he practically punches into your cervix from the force of his thrusts.

“How does this feel, hm?” He coos into your ear, his breathing heavy from overexhertion. “Does this feel good? Am I fucking you good, baby?”

“S-so good!” You cry out. “Fuckin’ me s’good, Sunwoo!”

“Yeah?” He bends you over again, this time hunching over your body and humping into you like a dog in heat. Your back arches into him, your body shaking with seemingly neverending pleasure. “Gonan cum f’me?” Sunwoo’s arms are all over you, pinching at your nipples, squeezing your waist, gripping your ass. His lips place firm kisses onto your spinal cord, sucking hickies into your skin that no one but him will see.

“YES!” Your voice breaks and you cum again, squeezing so tightly around his cock that he emits a moan so loud and sharp that you fear you’ve broken him.

Sunwoo pumps white hot cum into you in thick ropes that spill out while he continues to fuck you, overstimulating you both. The mixture of your cum drips down your legs and onto the fabric seats, and you pray that whoever sits back here after you doesn’t notice the white stain in the middle seat, doesn’t think to ask about this mystery stain and that Sunwoo refuses to give them an answer.

When his hips finally slow, when his dick finally softens inside of you and he slips out, you let your body sag against the seat. Sunwoo grimaces at the sight of you, dark marks littering your skin. He hopes that Soonyoung doesn’t ask questions about the way you limp into your classes the next few days. You hope he knows better by now than to question it.

“For a sophomore,” you wheeze out while you roll over. Sunwoo runs his hands up and down your thighs, smiling thoughtfully. “You sure seem to have lots of experience.”

“Never judge a book by its cover, babe.” He squeezes just above your knee, running his tongue across his lips when he sees more cum dripping out of you. You catch the fiery look in his eye and groan while you squeeze your legs shut. He groans when you use one foot to kick him back against the door opposite you.

“No,” you scold him. He looks like a kicked puppy.

“Whyyyy,” he reaches for your legs again and you push him back even more.

“I’m tired, Sunwoo.” You say but he just crawls on top of you with a mischievous grin.

“You won’t have to do anything,” he bargains. “Jus’ wanna taste you a little. That’s all!” You glare at him.

“One time.” His eyes light up and he pries your legs open again. “You get one more from me tonight, Kim Sunwoo. You hear me?”

“Mhm!” He dives straight into you, knowing that this was far from the last time he’d get you to cum in his car tonight.

“I still think that you should be thanking me,” Eric shuts the door of Sunwoo’s car with a sly grin.

“For what?” Sunwoo asks exasperatedly.

It had been less than 24 hours since Sunwoo had fucked you in his car and officially made you his after a long year and a half of pining. He was tired. His body was tired. He didn’t have the energy to deal with his best friend this early in the morning, or at all really.

“For getting you guys together! It was my idea, anyway.” Eric clicks his seatbelt into place and runs a hand through his dyed red hair. “Where are your car gummy worms?”

“Center console,” Sunwoo puts the car in drive and has barely begun to ease his foot off the brake when Eric lets a gasp so violent and loud that he slams his foot back down again. “What, what happened?” He slams the car back into park, his face going white when he sees what his best friend is dangling between two dainty fingers.

Black lace panties.

Your black lace panties.

“Sunwoo…you didn’t…” Eric chokes out with a mix of disgust and heartbreak on his face. Sunwoo rips the panties out of his best friend’s hands and shoves them into the pocket of his jeans. His face feels like it’s on fire, his heart pounding out of his chest.

“Do not ever speak of this to anybody. Ever.”

“You fucking FREAK!”

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kauuni · 7 months ago

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ᨳᥩ◞ ◟)𑁬 FULL MASTERLIST, 𐒘𐭅. — mwah!key : ⊹ includes smut, 18+ * suggestive or mild smut

diary of a wimpy kid

rodrick heffley 𓊇 ྀིྀི * general canons & * loser! rodrick list, * perv! virgin! rodrick, too sweet: you were sweet to greg and rodrick hated it, college student! rodrick hates parties

dexter

dexter morgan 𓊇 ྀིྀི ⊹ riding him in his killer fit

rick and morty

rick sanchez 𓊇 ྀིྀི ⊹ fuckin’ amateurs: feeding his god complex

outer banks ‎

rafe cameron 𓊇 ྀིྀི ⊹ manhandling ask

fight club

tyler durden 𓊇 ྀིྀི let loose: tyler didn’t take most things seriously, he would always grin from ear to ear when nothing was funny but he took things that came down to you a bit serious. wallpaper section

euphoria

nate jacobs 𓊇 ྀིྀི general canons & rumors: nate jacobs had a reputation for being an asshole. most people didn’t like him, but some did. people who liked him; liked how toxic he was, but with you being the new girl you didn’t know about his behavior— only heard about it. even after hearing, you had to see it for yourself.

elliot 𓊇 ྀིྀི general canons & pussy: rue’s too lazy to fake an orgasm

alice in borderland

chishiya

niragi

american psycho

patrick bateman

we need to talk about kevin

kevin khatchadourian, ⊹ neighbor set : part one, part two eva practically begged kevin to go with her to welcome the new neighbors. just to mess with her, he went, but god was he surprised to find you.

the bear

carmen berzatto, + riding his face & him fidgeting with his ring: he's always fidgeting with something. whether it's a spoon in his hand after stirring a sauce, a pen he'd just used to write down some important details or your fingers while holding your hand, but sense he'd gotten married, his ring is his new favorite.

scream franchise

charlie walker, + so damn cute charlie loves the cutie who sits in the front row of his english class so much he had to have her

ethan landry, + strawberry lipgloss & for the yearbook obsessive! perv! school-photographer! ethan who's known of cheerleader! reader since elementary but has never grown the balls to speak a word to you until his senior year.

the last of us

joel miller, your smile when ellie met joel she understood he was just gonna be her neck, but she never expected him to be dating such c sunshine- or anyone for that matter.

house of wax

bo sinclair, + his rough hands & * pretty thing bo uses you as an attraction for ambrose

bloodhounds

kim geon-woo ) + ( hong woo-jin

snowfall

franklin saint

the punisher

frank castle

fear

david mccall

gran turismo

jann! archie

kick-ass

dave lizewski

spidey verse

miguel

monkey man

kid

saltburn

farleigh start

lords of chaos

rory! euronymous )

trap

cooper adams

you

joe goldberg

stranger things

steve harrington

the night agent

peter sutherland

still daydreaming about : diary of a wimpy kid ( rodrick heffley/loser! rodrick ), dexter ( dexter morgan ) + ( brian moser ), rick n morty ( rick sanchez ), outer banks ( rafe cameron )

i still adore these but aren’t thinkin’ about them as much : fight club ( tyler burden ), euphoria ( nate jacobs ) + ( elliot ), alice in borderland ( chishiya ) + ( niragi ), american psycho ( patrick bateman ), we need to talk bout kevin ( kevin khatchadourian ), the bear ( carmen berzatto ), scream franchise ( ethan landry ) + ( charlie walker ), the last of us ( joel miller ), house of wax ( bo sinclair ), bloodhounds ( kim geon-woo ) + ( hong woo-jin ), snowfall ( franklin saint ), the punisher ( frank castle ), fear ( david mccall ), gran turismo ( jann! archie ), kick-ass ( dave lizewski ), spidey verse ( miguel ), saltburn ( farleigh start ), lords of chaos ( rory! euronymous ), monkey man ( kid ), trap ( cooper adams ), you ( joe goldberg ), stranger things ( steve harrington ), the night agent ( peter sutherland )

— XO FAVORITES !

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daydreamkissesxo · 8 months ago

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Antonio Dawson x reader | baby daddy.

warning: (18+, mature) this story contains smut!

Part 1

Voight and the team eagerly gathered around the board centred in the bull pen, evidence of an old case now pinned up against it as Voight guided them through the necessary information.

"So, we're looking for this prick right here." Voight pointed up at the prison mugshot of your father, one he'd taken on a less serious charge than he'd inevitably face now.

"Previously incarcerated for assault and attempted murder, now he's thinks he's the fucking godfather. Got a whole community behind him, and a hit list longer than my arm." Voight watched as everyone's gaze shifted to the board, stepping aside before lifting his hand to tap the photo beside your father's. "His wife, childhood sweetheart and the mother to his only daughter."

The photo beside your mothers was yours, one your friends had previously taken of you on one of your recent vacations to Greece.

Voight glanced over at the team but one member in particular caught his attention immediately, Antonio.

There was something more than curiosity lingering behind his eyes, he was truly engrossed in the photo on display.

Antonio was aware of the clear age gap between the two of you, but that didn't stop him from admiring the way your breasts almost spill from the tiny bralette you chose to wear, the sunkissed glow that was only highlighted beneath the beach bar's bright lights.

"See something you like, Dawson?" Voight asked as he directed his attention towards him, the rest of the team soon following.

"No, no. Just taking it all in." Antonio replied, attempting to sound as convincing as he could while his cock throbbed almost painfully.

Voight wasn't convinced, but he couldn't care less as there were more important things occupying his mind.

Upon turning away, he tapped your photo on the board with the tip of his index finger.

"This is Y/N, the only daughter of this wannabe mobster. She's our key to getting close to him, and I need someone to go in undercover and woo her hard enough to get there."

Adam raised his hand which brought out an amused chuckle from Antonio, there was no way he was going to let Ruzek take the job.

"I'll go in." Antonio said, completely cutting Adam off before turning to look over at him.

"You think her dad is gonna trust someone as young as you? No. He'd trust someone who's been in the scene longer, someone he can relate to."

Adam looked oddly offended yet he couldn't stop the smirk creeping its way onto his face.

"There's a slight age gap here. You not worried you're old enough to be her dad?"

Antonio chuckled sarcastically, pushing himself up off his desk before roughly patting Adam's shoulder.

"Experience comes with age, pretty boy. Trust me, she'd pick me over you any day." He said confidently, dropping his hand as he walked away.

Antonio barely slept the night before your meet, curiosity kept his mind active.

He hadn't been able to stop thinking about you since leaving the precinct, you were the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on.

He combed through every social media profile you owned, desperate for further insight into your life.

It was easy to see how freely you lived, your posts varied from extravagant city breaks to endless shopping trips.

He could have spent all night looking through the photos, but sleep was the only way for time to pass fast enough so the day you'd meet would finally come.

Antonio had never rolled out of bed fast enough that morning, his heart was already racing with adrenaline and he wasn't even in your presence yet.

His shirt was pristinely ironed, his hair slicked back neatly and he'd even worn his finest cologne which Adam repeatedly pointed out during their meet at the surveillance van.

"What cologne is that? I think my dad wears it." He bit back a laugh, nudging Kevin's side playfully.

"You know, if you worked as hard as you did cracking jokes, the city could finally sleep." Antonio glared up at him before glancing down at his belt to continue readjusting it.

Once comfortable, he slipped the newly tapped phone into his pocket before lifting a hand to gently hover over his perfectly slick hair, ensuring not a piece had fallen free.

"How you planning on woo'ing her?" Asked Kevin as he looked up from the screen in front of him.

"I can get you some viagra if you're struggling to keep it up these days, heard it happens as you get older. I know a guy." Interrupted Adam, on the verge of bursting into laughter.

"Yeah? You go there often?"Antonio snapped back, running his hand down his pristine shirt to smooth out the tiniest of wrinkles.

"How I woo her is none of your concern, let's just focus on the job."

With the surveillance van parked across the street, Antonio stood at the entrance of the bustling bar with growing nerves.

Upon entering, he was met with the attention of several clearly unsettled regulars and a cocktail of scents.

His eyes met every corner of the room in search of you, and it wasn't long before he'd finally spotted you.

He took a moment to admire you from afar, he never knew such beauty could exist.

He cleared the cluster of nerves from his throat, attempting to look around in search of a free seat to avoid any possible suspicion.

Antonio took the seat at the bar beside you, the radiating scent of your perfume hit his nostrils as instantly as he'd sat. The scent was so intense it almost knocked him off the barstool, that paired with your presence had his heart fluttering like a prepubescent boy.

You hadn't acknowledged him yet, and for that he was grateful. Everything he'd planned out before entering the bar had vanished from his mind at the sight of you alone, he had seconds to fully prepare himself and he was panicked.

You abruptly ended the conversation with the girl beside you as the sudden scent of men's designer cologne hit, turning your head very slightly you then noticed the man sat beside you.

You looked him over intriguingly before turning your body to fully face his, your heart excitedly skipping a beat as your eyes unintentionally meet his.

He nervously chuckled and averted his gaze, such simple actions made you feel so incredibly powerful, did you always have that effect on people?

"Can I buy you a drink, handsome stranger?" You asked, your voice dripping in seduction which caused Antonio to smirk as Adam's comment about age sprung to mind.

Antonio turned to look at you, the mischievous twinkle in your eye made his heart flutter.

You smiled as he nodded, motioning over the bartender to order the best bottle of bourbon whiskey on the menu.

You were practically undressing him with your eyes and it didn't go unnoticed, Antonio felt hot and flustered under your seductive gaze but he had to pull himself together for the task.

"Do you always buy handsome strangers a drink?" He asked playfully, placing his hand on the bar just inches from yours, the tip of his index finger brushing against your pinky.

Your heart skipped a beat at the slight touch, taking this as a sign that he was just as interested in you as you were him.

"A man has never let me buy him a drink before. Men usually want me tipsy, hoping I'll give in to their pathetic advances." You smirk, pulling your hand away as you watch the bartender place the bottle down.

"Is that what this is? You wanna get me tipsy?" Antonio smirked, watching as you pour the bourbon.

His playful tone made you smile, this encounter was far different from any you'd ever had with a man before.

"Fuck, you've caught me." You joked, rolling your eyes playfully before placing the glass in front of him.

He reached for your hand as you started to retract it, he held it gently before lifting it to his lips to press a tender kiss to your knuckles.

Your heart fluttered so violently you almost winced, your eyes scanning between his lingering lips and the gentle gaze that stared back at you.

"You're so beautiful Prinseca." He whispered, his lips brushing against your delicate skin before slowly lowering your hand but continuing to hold it.

You'd heard that compliment a thousand times before, but this particular one made you physically incapable of responding.

Antonio knew you were taken back by his forwardness but he shrugged it off, reaching for the glass you'd set in front of him to throw the bourbon back.

You watched his every move in amazement, attempting to gain some control over your newly paralysed vocal cords.

"I'm Mateo." He smiled, his thumb slowly caressing your knuckles.

You briefly glanced down at your hand, watching how delicately he touched you, while you could only dream for a slightly harsher touch.

"Y/N.." you replied, your eyes meeting his once more, your darkened pupils immediately noted by Antonio.

"I bet your dad nearly has a heart attack every time you leave the house."

Your smile brightened with amusement, shaking your head slightly in disagreement.

"Thankfully not. As long as I'm not getting into trouble, he doesn't care where I go.."

Antonio thought it was quite sad, your father was too preoccupied with his own affairs that he'd let you roam so freely with no care or concern.

He could now confidently confirm that you were clueless to your father's source of income and he was thankful for that.

"He'd probably kill you if he saw how close we were sitting though." You smirked playfully, glancing down at the very small gap that separated your knees from touching one another's.

He chuckled, shrugging it off. "Yeah? Well then I'd die a very happy man."

You giggled as he winked, your infectious smile causing Antonio to smile too.

As the night went on, the two of you spent hours conversing about multiple topics, all lead by Antonio as he was practically conducting an investigation of his own.

You'd shared personal stories about your childhood and the absence of your father growing up, money very clearly bought your silence as you never dared to complain about your upbringing.

He didn't shy away from physical affection for comfort, occasionally caressing your knee or softly stroking your hair.

Each gentle touch felt like you were being edged, he could have changed the direction of the night many times but he wanted you to be the one to do it.

You placed your hand on his knee, giving it a gentle squeeze before slowly leaning closer, purposely bringing your barely clothed breasts closer to him.

"Why don't we go and get room service?" You asked in a seductive tone, sliding your hand up and down his thigh a little.

He knew he shouldn't, he knew he could possibly lose his job, but he was ready to risk it all for just a singular night of passion.

"Lead the way baby." He replied, allowing you to take his hand and lead him through the bar and into the back towards the attached hotel lobby.

Once clear of a crowd, Antonio tugged at your hand to spin you around to face him.

You lightly collided with his chest, your hand pressed against his peck as you gently push yourself back to gaze up at him in confusion, your mind immediately assuming the worst.

His arm slithered around your waist, his hand settling on your lower back as he pulled you against him, your breasts forced against his chest.

He saw the nervous glint in your eye, you'd had no experience with a man of his age and he was determined to be both the first and last.

He watched as your lips started to part, assuming it was to ask him something, but he immediately cut you off with a burning kiss.

You instantly reciprocated his kiss, your hand slowly gripping a fistful of his shirt in desperation.

You stumbled back in an attempt to lead him towards your room yet the two of you never came apart, he closed in the gap you'd unintentionally created.

Hotel guests watched in disgust as the two of you passed by, unable to keep neither your hands nor your lips from each other.

Each time you tried to create just a small amount of distance to catch your breath, Antonio pulled you right back in.

Your back collided with the wall as he pinned you against it, his hands groping your breasts before falling to your waist.

"Where's your key, baby girl?" He whispered against your lips, one of his hands falling to your outer thigh before his fingers slipped beneath the hem of your dress to graze your skin.

Your hands desperately unbuttoned his shirt, gasping excitedly against his lips as hands roamed his toned abdomen as his shirt now hang open.

"In my bra." You replied, pulling back from his kiss to plant several wet kisses against his exposed collarbone.

He wasted not a second longer, slipping his hand past the confinement of your bra in search of the key.

He groaned softly as his fingertips graze your nipple, groping your unclothed breast before retrieving the keycard.

He pulled back to glance down at the room number engraved on it, stepping back before reaching for your hand to lead you towards it.

His heart excitedly skipped a beat as he heard the click of the door signalling it was open, and like a gentlemen he then held it open for you to walk in.

You waited for Antonio to follow you in before shoving him against the door to close it, kissing him passionately.

Your hands roam his bare chest as he walks you towards the bed, his hands sliding around your lower back and down towards your ass to grope it.

Antonio wrapped his fingers around the hem of your dress either side, almost tearing it as he rushed to pull it up and over your head.

Your hair fell back into place perfectly, you were left in the light pink lace lingerie you'd thankfully chosen to wear.

He groaned in pure arousal as his eyes roam your semi naked body, you looked so pristine and he just had to corrupt you.

Your eyes fell to his hands as he fumbled with his belt, you immediately reached for his hands to pull them away and replace them with your own.

He felt a sense of relief as his jeans were loosened, allowing you to drag them down past his hips so they pool around his ankles.

He grabbed hold of your cheeks, forcing you to look up at him before his lips came crashing down on yours.

"Go and sit on the bed like a good girl." He whispered as he pulled away.

You did as instructed, taking a seat on the edge of the bed with your legs purposely spread, your hands placed behind your back on the sheets.

He felt a bead of pre cum leak from his aching tip at the sight alone, he was almost breathless.

He watched as you lay back, pressing a knee between your thighs as he lowered himself to hover over you.

With one hand placed beside your head for support, his free hand was able roam your body.

He lowered his head, pressing tender kisses against your neck while his hand slid down your chest and abdomen to find placement between your thighs, tracing your clothed core with his fingertips.

Your hips eagerly bucked in desperation, hoping it would somehow force a slightly harsher touch.

Antonio smirked, halting his touch altogether as he glanced up at you.

"Let me savour this moment mi amor, be patient." He scolded, redirecting his attention back towards your core.

He pushed aside your newly damp underwear with his fingers before slipping them between your soaking wet folds, eliciting a whimper from you.

It was like music to his ears, and he craved to hear more. He ran his fingers through your folds several times over, spreading your arousal and forcing further moans from you.

It wasn't until his fingers started to circle your clit that he saw a drastic change in your response, your moans grew louder and your back started to arch off the bed.

"You like that, baby? Hm? That feel good?" He asked, expecting little to no response as he purposely plunged his fingers into you, his eyes widening lustfully at as your walls flutter.

Your growing pleasure was abruptly cut short as harshly pulled his fingers from you, hooking his fingers around the waistband of your underwear to yank it down past your hips and thighs, stepping off the bed as he dragged it down your calves and ankles before letting the skimpy material fall to the ground.

Aching for his touch and curious as to his next move, you pushed yourself up onto your elbows to watch him.

Your gaze fell to his hands as you watch him slide his boxers past his hips, watching as his cock spring free.

You were practically salivating at the sight, your hole clenching around nothing in anticipation for the pleasure his cock would offer.

You watched as Antonio reached down to pull a condom from the pocket of his discarded jeans.

Your heart sank dramatically at the thought of him actually using it, you didn't want to be deprived of the sensations he naturally had to offer.

You waited until he hovered over you once more before taking the opportunity to flip the two of you over, placing one of your hands on his shoulder for support while the other reached down to hold his cock upright before allowing yourself to sink down onto it.

A loud moan erupted from your throat in unison with a grunt from Antonio, your head tilting back as you'd bottomed out.

You placed the hand that guided you onto his chest before starting to rock your hips, a mixture of loud moans and soft whimpers leaving your lips.

Antonio was in and out of bliss, the reasonable man within him knew he had to use the condom that sit between his index and middle finger but the pleasure you provided was so great that those thoughts were interrupted.

"Baby? Baby, I gotta put this condom on." He whispered, lifting a hand to wrap his fingers around one of your breasts to knead it.

You purposely picked up the pace hoping it would distract him, your moans becoming more frequent and noticeably louder.

Bringing both of your hands up towards your back, you unclasped your bra before pulling it from your body and throwing it over your shoulder.

Your breasts bounced freely as you rode him and his eyes watched them so attentively.

"No daddy, please. I wanna feel you, please." You whine desperately, placing your hand on his forearm before gliding it upwards until your hand slipped over his, forcing his hand back up towards your unclothed breasts.

Antonio's mind malfunctioned in that very moment, he stared up at you in disbelief. He'd unintentionally allowed you to dominate the entire moment and being so far gone in pleasure, he didn't even attempt to try to stop you.

Your moans were pornographic and Antonio felt like a god hearing how good his cock made you feel so he refused to deprive himself of hearing how good it'd feel as he came inside you, especially as you were so desperate for it.

He threw the condom aside before reaching up to on your cheek roughly, pulling your head down towards his to allow his lips to crash against yours.

"No condom baby girl." He whispered against your lips, eager to please you.

He felt your movements start to falter and took full advantage of the situation, placing his hand on your mid back to hold you in place as he rolled the two of you over.

In the process of switching position, he'd thrusted into you so deeply that his tip surely touched your cervix, the moan you let out forced Antonio's eyes to roll back.

His hand gripped the pillow beside your head as he thrust into you relentlessly, he was once again in full control.

Antonio's fingers found their way to your clit once more and it took only a few seconds for you to start convulsing beneath him.

He felt your resistance as you attempted to push yourself further up the bed in avoidance of his touch, clearly overstimulated.

The hand the rest beside your head gripped at your shoulder, pinning you against the bed to hold you in position.

"Where you going baby girl?" He whispered almost sadistically, his fingers circling at an increasing speed.

You were a whimpering mess beneath him, writhing within his restraint.

"Don't fight it baby, relax. Just relax.." he cooed, his own climax drawing near as he felt your walls start to tighten around him.

You raised a hand to push at Antonio's shoulder, signalling him to stop but the impending wave of unimaginable pleasure finally hit.

"Fuck, Mateo!" You cried out, throwing your head back as you let it wash over you, your back arching off the bed.

Your body was on fire, pleasure coursing through your veins and slowly paralysing you.

Antonio completely looked past the fact you were calling out his fake name, the sensation of your walls fluttering around him were enough to throw him over the edge of his own climax.

His thrusts began to falter as he filled you with his cum, thick white ropes of it now coating your walls.

He became a whimpering mess, barely able to hold his head up as he felt his body grow limp.

He used all the strength he had left to prevent himself from collapsing onto you, his gaze slowly meeting yours as he looked down at you.

"You okay, sweetheart?" He asked sincerely, using his now free hand to support his body weight as he brought the other hand down to your cheek to cup it gently.

You nodded in response, a smile slowly creeping its way onto your face.

"Are you?" You asked playfully, breathing heavily as your chest rise and fall at an increased pace.

"Better than okay, never been better." He smirked, slowly pulling himself out before moving to lay on his back beside you, his chest moving just as rapidly as yours.

A part of him expected you to immediately cling to him, but he watched as you lay still, as if you were almost hesitant to do so.

The hesitation regarding your climax slowly came to mind seconds later, it left him to wonder whether you'd even ever experienced one before, his detective skills were slowly piecing these bits of information together to come to his very own conclusion.

Perhaps you'd only ever met men who selfishly thought for themselves, but he wasn't going to let you feel dissatisfied in his company.

He extended his arm, sliding it beneath your neck before gently pulling you closer, signalling for you to get closer.

You slowly turned your head to look at him, the warm gaze staring back at you made your heart flutter violently.

"You're gonna hurt my feelings if you don't get over here. I am good for other things, you know?" His tone was playful and it made you smile.

You willingly let him pull you closer, resting your head against his shoulder as he'd instigated before wrapping your arm over his chest, your calf slipping between the two of his.

The warmth radiating off his body and the exhaustion of your sexual encounter made you sleepy, you allowed your eyes to close to preserve whatever energy you could.

His fingers gently play with several strands of your hair, a smile slowly settling on his face as if he had not a worry in the world.

He forcibly shut out the facts, the real reason he was in your company and the task he had ahead.

He wanted to prolong the night, the time he had left with you before he'd inevitably had to leave to report back to Voight.

He froze as he felt you nuzzle your head against his shoulder, lifting his head a little to glance down at you.

He leant in, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head before reaching for the comforter to pull over the two of you.

He wasn't particularly bothered about himself, but he wanted to cover your modesty and keep you warm.

He adjusted the covers, covering only up to your shoulders as he didn't want to smother you.

"So, no round two?" He joked, giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze.

"In a minute.." you mumbled sleepily, drifting in and out of your sexually induced sleepiness.

He held you close as he lay his head against the pillow, soaking in the beauty of the moment you’d shared while he could.

- This is my first time writing and I’m still not too confident, any constructive feedback is welcome!

-I am posting several other parts to this story in the next few days🫣

#antonio dawson x reader #chicago pd #antonio dawson #x y/n

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honey-minded-hivemind · 9 months ago

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lmfao in the rewind au Reader just cheering at the scene where Scott lost his shit on national TV

So in the back of his head Scott just gets to hear Reader going "yeahhhh get their sorry asses!"

Kevin probably cheering as well

Cube anon

Reader: YES!!! GO SCOTT! YOU TELL THOSE SORRY *******!!!

Scott, internally: Oh thank God I'm doing the right thing-

Morph: WOO, YOU TELL 'EM, SCOTT!

Logan: About time!

Professor Xavier: Oh dear...

#honeycomb thoughts #platonic yandere marvel #yandere platonic marvel #platonic yandere xmen #yandere x-men #platonic yandere marvel x reader #platonic yandere xmen: the animated series #platonic yandere xmen 97 #🔦rewind au

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codename-adler · 9 months ago

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hi if you have more thoughts about andrew with echolalia/verbal tics please share them 🙏

LITERALLY WHAT I WAS TYPING IN THE REBLOG RN!!!!

singing the peak of a musical song then just cutting off

DON'T CRY FOR ME ARGENTINAAAAAA -silence-

MEEEEEMORYYYYYY -silence-

MY NAME IS ALEXANDER HAMILTON -silence-

WHERE ARE YOU CHRISTMAS -silence-

no he won't elaborate

saying "ow" in the most monotone voice when there is no ouchie in sight;

*looks in the fridge* ow. *sees a pigeon* ow. *cracks an egg* ow.

the man is a walking jukebox; any word can set him off into belting the lyric that corresponds, and then he just stops and moves on

muttering incorrect slogans to himself (yk the ones);

"McNaldo's, i like the it"

"Sbubby, eef freef"

"feesh fosh"

"Donkin' Dunnts Amurica Runn No Dundun"

"POLIO"

"Applebapple's"

"Heeho Doot"

"hurgusburgus"

it takes Neil such a long time to figure out some of these are not actually called that, like Applebee's, but he still calls them that because for Andrew

PEANUT BUTTAAAAAA

has to say the name of the color of a thing when it is particularly interesting but he pronounces like a toothless peepaw from the south;

*traffic cone* ornge *firetruck* redd *eggplant* puurple

"HUH??" at random things, mostly Kevin

"Ew, David"

"say who" - "say what" - "say huh" - just to fuck w the people present

sooooo many fart sounds. he is a pro.

DEAREST GENTLE READER

wee-woo wee-woo

"you can't have any pudding"

move im gay

AWIMBAWE AWIMBAWE AWIMBAWE

cwoissant

pfff @ anything and anyone

"monkey on the car" "fuck off" (Neil loves this one bc Andrew's british accent is terrible)

TU-TU-TU-TUUUUU (mario kart start race sound)

DU DU DUDU DU (basic nintendo mario sound)

horse hooves trotting

CONSIDER THE COCONUT

pew pew pew

la POLICIA -always immediately followed by- FUCK the POlice

noot noot

#ty orpheus <3 #yes i spent so much time researching these (hides my personal recordings of vocal stim sessions)#andrew minyard #aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court

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ro-written · 2 years ago

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Only You - C.San

Tags/Warnings: Boxer!San, kinda sorta tsundere!reader if you squint but not really, best friends to lovers, fighting/violence, blood, fluff, yall this was supposed to be less than 1k….and this is so not proofread but fuck it we ball

Word Count: 3.5k

Playlist:

“Are We Still Friends” by Tyler the Creator “Baby Boy” by Kevin Abstract “only you” by karri

You watched with bated breath as San went to the corner of the ring, blood and a dark bruise gathered at the corner of his mouth. Your nails dug into your palms as you clenched your fists in anticipation. You knew that he could take care of himself, he’s spent years learning various martial arts, has been in the ring more times than you could count.

So why are you always on edge when you watch him fight? Why does your heart race with every punch?

Wooyoung sprayed water from the bottle he had on the side right onto San’s mouth, using a towel swung over his shoulder to dab at the sweat and blood on his face. San tilted his head back, resting against the post behind the stool he was spread on. Woo tilted in to whisper something into San’s ear, something that caused his eyes to blink open and scan the crowd. Eventually, his eyes landed on you, and you saw his lip twitch a bit, before taking a hand and moving Woo off his shoulder, never leaving your gaze. You gave him a little nod, a small semblance of motivation, and put a fist up. It was your silent way of telling him to get up and kick his ass.

And so with your encouragement, San stood back up, body relaxed and you watched as you knew what was to come next. You had seen this move a hundred times by now to know exactly what to look for in his bodily movements.

The opponent steps forward with a cocky grin, ready to continue his onslaught of punches. But San simply looks at him, eyebrow raised, before swinging his body around, launching himself into the air. It was all so quick, yet it felt like time stopped as his foot collided with his opponent’s face.

The crowd silenced for a split second, everyone holding their breaths. That was until Wooyoung jumped into the ring, stack of cash in hand, and went directly to the opponent, counting down on his fingers right in the man’s unconscious face. After three counts, with no sign of fight from the opponent, the crowd went into an uproar.

You jumped from your chair, and yelled out San’s name, cheering him on from your seat. You could see the tiredness in his eyes, but his excitement overshadowed it. You watched as Wooyoung took San’s hand and raised it up, crowning him the champion of the match. Eventually, people pushed up onto the mat and crowded around San, leaving Woo to leave and collect the betting money from all the losers. However, before he stepped away, San grabbed his collar lightly to hold him back, leaning in to whisper something into his ear. Woo simply nodded, waving his hand at his friend, before walking away, still collecting the money.

You observed as San gave his signature smile to everyone surrounding him, even with the busted lip and bruising at the corner of his mouth. His eyes curved into crescents, dimples appearing as he talked to his fans and signed whatever they were jutting out in front of him. It made your chest flutter, seeing him go from this scary and cold rough boxer to your warm, kind-hearted best friend.

“Hey,” a voice called out to the side of you, hand landing gently on your arm. You jumped at the feeling, before relaxing once you realized it was Woo. A smile cracked across your face. “Hey Youngie, how’d yall make out?” You gestured your head towards the cash in his hand. He looked down and smirked, slapping the stack against his hand.

“Not too terrible, I’d say. I still have to make some more rounds before people try to sneak out on me, but hey, Sannie said he wanted to see you in the back.” He looked over at the man still in the ring talking to people, now signing some man’s arm. It made you chuckle as you watched the various people fawn over him. But you could see something. It was a split second, but you caught it nonetheless. As someone’s hand came down to pat his back, his face winced, but he quickly cleared it up before anyone could notice.

Anyone but you and Woo, of course.

“Please check on him,” his eyebrows were taut, worry written across his face. “You know how he can get after fights. Make him rest.” His eyes found yours, and his usual playfulness wasn’t anywhere to be found.

“I’ll try. If he actually listens though is the thing.” You offered up a half smile as Wooyoung laughs out.

“Please, only you could tell him to fight a mountain lion with one hand tied behind his back and blindfolded and he would do it in a heartbeat, no questions asked.” His playful smirk was back on his face as you rolled your eyes. You wanted to poke at him and tell him to not overexaggerate so much, but you couldn’t. It was true, and you knew it. You were one of, if not the only, person San would listen to no matter what. Perks of being his best friend for such a long time.

“You know how to get to the back?” Woo pointed over his shoulder to a door with a red sign on it. Staff Only. You nodded, having been back there a handful of times before his matches to wish him luck and give him a hug. Woo nodded, giving you a quick one-armed hug, before leaving off to get the rest of his and San’s money.

You shouldered your way through the bustling crowd, trying to keep a straight line toward the door. Finally reaching it after what felt like forever, you pushed it open, slipping through and ensuring no one followed behind you. The last thing you’d want is San being mobbed in the locker room while he was trying to have his own time.

The locker room wasn’t like the typical locker room you had in school. You remembered how surprised you felt when you first walked into it. It was a smaller square room, the left wall lined with cubbies for people to put their items away in. One of them was filled with San’s belongings, while the others remained empty, save for a medical kit. On the right was a long couch that took up most of the wall, and two rolling chairs sat near it. In the corner next to the couch was a small refrigerator for people to put away the water bottles and any other items they needed to keep cold. The walls were covered in red brick, and the flooring was a black Berber carpet. Probably so no one could see the stains…

You made yourself comfortable on the couch, not knowing when San would be able to peel himself away from his fans. Picking at your nails, you could only think back to the way San looked at you before he ended the match. Something in his eyes seemed different, an emotion you don’t remember ever seeing in him. You couldn’t quite place it though, and it was frustrating. You knew him like the back of your hand, knew what every face, every quirk of his eyebrow, every curl of his lip was saying. You wondered if you were simply overthinking it. Maybe he was just trying to find some sort of encouragement outside of Woo. Maybe he was just making sure you were watching his signature move so he could ask you later how cool you thought it was for the millionth time.

You shook your head, trying to clear it of his sly smirk and pretty dimples.

Suddenly, you heard a click at the door, and your eyes shot up from where they were staring at your hands. You watched as San walked in, hair wet and a new set of clothes on, turning around to lock the door behind him to keep from being pestered while trying to rest. His shoulders sagged from their usual position, something that had you quirk your head to the side. He took a lot of pride in having such a perfect posture, so you knew he had to be beyond tired at this point. He rested his forehead against the door, giving you a chance to take note of all the various bruises not hidden by his clean white tank that had already formed or were forming along his arms and back. You could see a cut on his shoulder that had blood slowly forming around the edges.

“Sannie,” Your voice called out quietly to not startle him. He lifted his head off the door, turning around to see you. In an instant, his face brightened up, a smile gracing his features for a second before the pain took over and his bruised hand came up to his lip. You stood up and walked over to grab his arm, leading him over to the couch. He let you push him down against it gently before you moved over to grab the medical kit and come back to him. You sat down next to him, opened the kit, and guided his head to face you. The cuts and bruises littering his face made you tsk and shake your head a bit, before letting his chin go.

“Well hello to you too.” He smirked and winced again at the pain. You rolled your eyes at him, but couldn’t help the smile playing on your lips at hearing his voice full of playfulness.

“You’re an idiot, letting him get this many hits on you.” You murmured, eyes looking through the kit to find ointment and alcohol wipes.

“Wow, not even a congratulations?” He feigned hurt, grabbing at his chest as his eyebrows furrowed together.

“You don’t need a congratulation from me, San. I knew you were going to win from the start.” You pulled out one of the wipe packets and started dabbing at the cut on his arm lightly, letting him get used to the stinging sensation of the alcohol before pressing any harder. You felt goosebumps stick up on his arm as you held his arm to keep steady. One side of his mouth quirked up in amusement, showing a bit of his teeth.

“You knew I’d win?”

“Yes, San. I always know you’re gonna win.” You grabbed one of the ointment packets out and ripped it, pushing a bit of the paste on your finger. You gently spread it across the cut until it was fully covered.

“And why’s that?” You looked up to see his eyes fixed on you, watching every movement. Your body froze under his intense eyes, face heating up. But you shook it off quickly, setting the ointment packet down to grab one of the bandaids from the kit.

“Because,” you split the bandaid wrapper. “You’re the best there is.” You placed the bandaid that wasn’t quite the honey tone of his skin on top of the cut to keep it clean. It wasn’t a lie, there was no one else you could think of that fought with the intensity and precision he did. You looked up again to see his eyes were still trained on your face, his ever-present smirk still there.

“Yeah?” His tone was cocky, and you had to remind yourself that you were in the middle of bandaging him up to tear your eyes away.

Something was different. Typically, even when it was just you two, you would playfully flirt, not ever meaning anything serious about it. You had been best friends for years, and you were comfortable with each other. You told each other everything and nothing ever felt off or awkward. So why did you feel so tense right now? Why did it feel like all your senses were turned to 11? You let out a breath as a way to bring yourself back to the task.

“Yes. Now, stop talking so I can take care of these cuts.” You gave him a pointed look, a look he was definitely familiar with when you were trying to get his stubborn ass to do something. He nodded with a hum, and you grabbed your wipe again, making sure you had a clean part of it, before wiping at the cut on his cheek. The position was awkward, having to slightly contort his head and neck so that you could reach it.

“Why don’t you– Just– Here.” He never fully finished his sentence before he was grabbing your waist and pulled you into his lap, causing you to let out a sharp inhale at the sudden shift. Your body was frozen yet again. Both of you had been close before, especially with how touchy San could be, always wanting to have skinship. You had even woken up a handful of times after sleepovers (aka you both had too much to drink after partying and you refused to let him leave out so drunk) with his arm wrapped around you. But you had never had this before. Sitting in his lap, faces inches away, his hands still resting on your waist.

“This okay?” He asked, searching in your eyes for something. You realized you had been staring at him with your hands frozen in front of you, and you finally moved after you processed his voice.

“Ye–ahem–Yeah, this is good. Better.” You got out, getting back to work and patching his face up. Your wipe moved from the cut on his cheek to the bruise at the corner of his mouth, gently dabbing at it to clean up the dried blood he managed to miss in his shower. Luckily, you didn’t find a cut there and used your thumb to move his skin around a bit to make sure you didn’t miss anything before grabbing the ointment again and using your finger to spread it out on the cut on his cheek.

You tried not to think too much about how you could smell the refreshing scent of his body wash. Or how his hair smelled a bit like peppermint. Or how warm his hands felt still holding on to your waist. How you could see and feel his eyes watching you carefully as if he wanted to say something. You grabbed a smaller bandaid from the kit and placed it across the gash to make sure it healed well.

“Done.” You stated with a shaky breath as you gathered up all the trash and moved off his lap. You turned around to find the trashcan and didn’t catch the slight slump of his shoulders when the pressure and warmth of your body on his was gone. You tossed the trash and came back over, grabbing a rolling chair to bring in front of him and sit in.

“It was a pretty intense fight, Sannie. You let him get a few good hits I know you could have blocked. So…why?” You propped your legs up on the couch next to him, careful to not accidentally kick him with your close proximity. He leaned his body back to rest against the couch, arms coming up to drape across the back of it, and his legs extended on either side of your chair. You couldn’t deny that you felt something twist in your gut at the sight of him, but you were focused on his answer to your question.

“Woo and I talked before the match about that. He says that if I get my ass kicked around a bit at the beginning, people are more likely to bet against me in higher amounts, especially if they haven’t seen me fight before.” He huffed out, eyes closed to give them a rest from the ceiling lights. You nodded and tried to look anywhere besides his bobbing Adam's apple.

“I guess it makes sense. But…I’m just…worried I guess. With how much you let the other guy rough you up. I’ve seen you in some pretty harsh shape but this, San? This is brutal.” You waved your hand in front of his body as if he could see.

“Ah, it’s not the worst. You remember when I got my ribs broken?”

“That was because you were still trying to figure out how to properly do your crescent kick and fell flat on your side, dumbass. Not the same thing as letting someone else beat you black and blue.” He quirked up an eyebrow at that and shrugged his head a bit. You went quiet, a question on the tip of your tongue but you struggled with how to word it. You looked back down at your fingers again, picking again at your nails.

You didn’t realize how San opened his eyes and raised his head at your sudden silence, watching as you let your nervous habit take over. He leaned over to grab at your hands to keep you from picking at them anymore, and you looked up to once again see his concerned eyes.

“What’s on your mind?”

It never failed that you would be amazed at how well he knew you.

“When or maybe why did you decide to quit letting him hit you if you and Woo knew that you were making money?” Your eyebrows furrowed together as the question finally left out. His hands loosened up around yours and his eyes widened a bit at the question, face slightly flushing. “There was a moment when I saw you and you changed entirely. Why? Did Woo say something?”

He pursed his lips and looked down at where your hands were still connected, his brain jostling around with how to answer you. Eventually, he nodded, jaw clenching and unclenching, and he raised his head to face you.

“I guess it’s best if I just tell you now,” he huffed, making you even more confused. “When I’m in the ring, I have to calculate everything, have to constantly watch for everything that the other guy is doing. And there are moments when it feels…pointless. Like it’s all for nothing. Like I should just give up and let them lay me out, you know?”

You took in everything he was saying, trying to process his words and the emotions that came with them.

“Wooyoung wanted me to throw the match more so he could collect more bets. But…when I looked out and I saw you…I needed to make you proud.” He was ultra hesitant with his words, cautiously scanning your face to gauge out your reactions. It was funny how this man, someone who’s been said to have a cold heart in the ring and iron fists you would never want to meet, is instantly turned into a nervous mess when it came to you. Your heart was beating in your throat now, watching him back with wide eyes trying to understand what he was exactly saying.

“God, it’s just–...I don’t–...fuck, I guess it’s just–...” He keeps cutting himself off, the words he wished to say not forming right in his mouth. Sensing his frustration, you rubbed your thumb over the bruised knuckles, a soothing tactic you knew helped him. And it did, as you saw his face relax from the way it was scrunched up.

“It’s okay Sannie, take your time.” You spoke as gently as possible, not wanting him to feel rushed at getting the right words, or even feel pressured to say them at all. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath through his nose, before opening them back to level with you.

“When I’m in the ring, and all these thoughts get to my head, all I can think about is you. Only you. How you encourage me to keep going, your smile and your voice telling me to finish the match. All I can think about is how your eyes light up when I finally win.”

You felt completely frozen at his confession, thumbs having stopped their movements since. It felt as if your brain had been slowed in its comprehension skills, and you had to repeat every word he said in your head five times over for it to truly sink in.

“So…you–”

“I like you,” he blurted out, face and neck turning pink. “A lot. More than as your best friend. I like every little detail about you and it just drives me insane not being able to tell you, so I am now. And if you don’t feel the same, well then we can just sort of forget this whole–”

“I like you too, Sannie. More than as a best friend as well.” You interrupted his rant, hands moving from his to grab his face, making sure he hears you. “I’ve been so confused for so long about these emotions I’ve had for you, but I think I’m starting to realize that they haven’t been platonic for a while.” You could feel your ears heating up at your admission, and this feeling of anxiety in your chest relaxed as you were able to tell him your feelings confidently.

And as he smiled at you, eyes twinkling and full of pure love for you, you start to wonder how anyone could see this man as a fighter with a cold heart. In the end, he would always be your Sannie.

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rik-mayall-owns-my-heart · 10 months ago

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Imagine Kevin trying to work up the nerve to ask you out

Kevin Turvey x GN!Reader

Fluff!

Warnings: none

Summary: A fun little imagine I conjured up about the cutest investigative reporter. Pretty much what the title says, Kevin working up the nerve to ask you out, enjoy💛

(Gif not mine, credit goes to whoever made it)

Pacing back and forth by the river for goodness knows how long, Kevin had been working up the nerve to ask out his crush and long time best friend, you. As well as rehearsing various lines and approaches for you. Which was tricky for him, to say the least.

Although he was somewhat confident initially, he quickly realizes that this is going to be a lot harder than he thought it'd be.

"Right". Kevin takes in a breath, straightening his posture before speaking,

"Hello Y/N, we've been friends for like a while, right and I've been wondering if you'd fancy going out...with me." Kevin only shakes his head. " I need to be more confident, they'd like that, I bet."

Taking a straighter stance and lifting his chin, slightly grimacing his face into a more serious expression, he starts again,

"Oy there love. I like you and you like me too, let's go out" he says in a comically cocky manner, wriggling his shoulders and bobbing his head a little when speaking.

Then he pauses, eyes moving to the ground in thought.

"Perhaps that's a bit too forceful." He says, relaxing his stance. "Right, straight to the point then.."

Kevin takes in another breath before blurting out in a rapid pace "Hello Y/N, for some time now I've grown romantic feelings for you, like, I like you much more than a friend. Fancy a date with me?" He pierces his lips closed and visibly tenses up.

As if holding in a breath, he lets out a sharp exhale with a slight slouch of his back, brushing a hand through his hair in a mixture of deep thought and frustration.

"We've known each other for years now, why in the bloody hell is this so difficult!" He exclaims in utter annoyance. His voice slightly cracking at the end of his sentence.

Although it was hard for Kevin to recognize it, the reason he was stressing over this so much is because his feelings for you were deep and genuine and the last thing he wants to do is mess up the first step of confessing his feelings for you and yes, taking you out on a proper date. You were perfect to him, so this confession must be equally so. He's never felt this way about anybody before, not even about Theresa Kelly. No, these feelings were much more serious, Kevin couldn't stop thinking about you, your laugh, the way you'd listen to his ramblings about whatever mundane investigation he was fixated on without ridiculing or making fun of him, the way you'd smile at him when you'd greet him before a hang out, and the kindness you'd shown him was something that made his heart pitter-patter in a most wonderful way. He was downright smitten with you, although he didn't realize it right away, only expressing confusion at how he'd get butterflies when he saw you or how his heart sped up when you'd look him in the eye but when he finally does realize it, it hit him like a ton of bricks. Then came the overthinking and fussing over how to tell you, if he should tell you and the worry that his feelings would ruin your friendship because he truly didn't know if you even felt romantically towards him at all, let alone as strongly as he felt for you. Was this gamble of spilling his feelings out for you even worth it? He didn't know but what he did know is that he at least wanted to give it a shot. Truth is, he was terrified of the idea of another man wooing you and taking you away from him. He couldn't even stomach the thought without feeling a little nauseous. And who knew! Maybe you felt the same for him as he did you! There was only one way to know for sure. Which brings us back to now.

"This is utterly useless!" He says with a small stomp.

"Forget the lines, forget the plans. I'll approach them and say whatever comes natural, in the moment. Improvisation." Head bobbing lightly and eyes gazing off into the water, his nerves eat away at him but Kevin's defiance overcomes the nervousness, if not a bit aggressively.

"Oh bugger it!" Fueled by determination alone, he sets off for your house.

#kevin turvey #kevin turvey x reader #kevin turvey x you #kevin turvey imagine #kevin turvey fanfiction #kevin turvey the man behind the green door #kevin turvey investigates #rik mayall #rik mayall imagine #rik mayall x you #rik mayall x reader #rik mayall fanfiction

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ao3feed-ateez · 11 months ago

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the downfall of ricky

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/MjveqzD by ilovekeyfromshineeteehee y/n needs to find her oppa asap! but nobody will get with her :( shes just a koreaboo. but soon a magical fairy rei gets her with shindong and she meets his nephew, ricky. ricky does it with y/n but soon y/n finds out hes a cheater. zhang hao bites the curb. zhang hao and y/n soon break up w ricky. everyone falls inlove with the nonchalant dreadhead taesan.wait.. 𝓲𝓶 𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵… freakbob not now!! Words: 2564, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: ZEROBASEONE | ZB1 (Korea Band), NCT (Band), P1Harmony (Band), ATEEZ (Band), TOMORROW X TOGETHER | TXT (Korea Band), Stray Kids (Band), The Boyz (Korea Band), Super Junior, IVE (Band), ENHYPEN (Band), ILLIT (Band) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M, Other Characters: Shen Quanrui | Ricky, Lee Heeseung, Han Dongmin | Taesan, Zhang Hao (ZEROBASEONE), Kim Taerae (ZEROBASEONE), Reader, Shin Donghee | Shindong, Naoi Rei, Mark Lee (NCT), Lee Donghyuck | Haechan, Choi Taeyang | Theo, Haku Shota | Soul, Han Jisung | Han, Bang Chan (Stray Kids), Yoon Keeho, Kim Woonhak, Lee Sanghyeok | Riwoo, Myung Jaehyun, Woo Jiho | Zico, Na Jaemin, Hwang Hyunjin, Han Yujin (ZEROBASEONE), Park Gunwook, Seok Matthew, Sung Hanbin, Kim Jiwoong (ZEROBASEONE), Moon Hyungseo | Kevin, Bae Junyung | Jacob, Kim Gyuvin, freakbob Relationships: Shen Quanrui | Ricky/Reader, Kim Taerae (ZEROBASEONE)/Reader, Shin Donghee | Shindong/Reader, Shen Quanrui | Ricky/Zhang Hao, Han Jisung/Soul | Haku Shota, Lee Donghyuck | Haechan/Mark Lee, Heeseung/Freakbob, Taesan/All the girls, Ricky/All the girls Additional Tags: Niggers - Freeform, zhang hao biting the curb, Rape, zhang hao getting booty raped, zhang hao getting jumped by woonhak riwoo and jaehyun, ricky cheater, nonchalant dreadhead, ricky mean, nigger, nigga, master zico, zhang hao bleeding out of anus, y/n finds oppa, y/n oppa, jaemin dont give a fuck about y/n, han and soul have sex, keeho loves ricky, Ricky rizz, rizz - Freeform, Ohio, skibidi, taesan is the real nonchalant dreadhead, taesan might be gay, wait.. 𝓲𝓶 𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵… - Freeform, freakbob - Freeform read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/MjveqzD

#ao3feed #ateez fic #ateez rpf #ateez fanfic #kpop rpf

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calekinnieplus · 1 year ago

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Oh yeah, quick info dump about The Author's POV if this is the first time you've heard of it. I'm like 18 chapters in, so this is a surface level recap. Uh, mini-spoilers?

MC, currently known as Ren Dover (previous name unknown both by us AND the MC atm), was an author living an unsatisfying life whose latest novel, the Luminescent Swordsman, was not well received by readers.

Getting frustrated and angry, dude's blood pressure or smth rose and he ultimately died at 32. And guess what?!

(You'll never guess what happened)

Indeed. He woke up in that very same novel, but as an extra. Literally a nobody, a mob in the crowd. Just so happens to be in the same class as the original MC, Kevin Voss.

(The name amuses me, for some reason. Like. The main character being KEVIN. lmao.)

So this original MC guy, yeah? Kind of a meme to me, honestly. Dude's the incarnation of "i train much. i fight many. i kind and love justice. orphan. tragic backstory", more or less. I'm oversimplifying atm, because that's... kinda how he is at the moment? Literally reading his backstory rn and how he is a Sung Jin-Woo type of guy. With a system that brought him from zero to hero, ya know?

Moving on!

Ren decided to get some power-ups (valid af), where he realized he kinda made the OG!MC ridiculously OP. And then ALSO realized he didn't finish writing the ending.

Long story short: academic setting; everyone underestimates MC cuz he's supposedly the weakest; everyone is some sort of arrogant asshole; apparently there's some sort of system involved, but not that much (yet?); emphasis on pretty girls; aaaand there's room for growth.

Like, my opinion so far? Nothing too remarkable, but that's the way it is in the beginning. I can see some seeds that are planted that can either sprout wonderfully under proper care or just... exist and have that potential forgotten.

Well, I shall read and see.

#vertigone rambles #the author's pov #tap #tapov #the author's pov spoilers

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edgessunflower · 2 years ago

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Masterlist 64

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BFF I’M BACK LITRALLY THE DAY AFTER AND BOY DO I HAVE UPDATES FOR YOU 🤭🤭🤭

1. I STARTED OUTLINING AND DRAFTING MY FIRST FIC EHEHEHE AND SUPER EXCITED TO START WRITING IT 🤭

2. I FINISHED READING [REDACTED] AND I THOUGHT ABT THE MOST HEART WRENCHING, TUMMY CHURNING, EYE BAWLING PLOT AND TBH IF I DO GET SO INCLINED TO STICK WITH IT THEN IT MIGHT COME OUT BEFORE THE FIRST THOUGHT OF FIC LMAO

3. I NEED TO KNOW ABT ‘A STUDY IN MONSTERS’ RIGHT NEOWWWWW 😫🙏 CAUSE I JUST THOUGHT OF LIKE 5 DIFFERENT GENRES BASED OFF THE VIBES/p

Ok time for a more calmer vibe LMAO

For the first fic I genuinely think that any member would be suitable for the ML? And so I decided to let you (my fav author and parasocial bestie) to bequeath which member this fic shall belong to 🤭 (uhhhh spoilers/insight: dream realm(?) but not in a soulmate way, angst, possibly abrupt/open ending but also happy in a way, v fluffy moments at the same time tho, manic pixie dream boy???)

And finally after adoring the movie I decided to go read [redacted] and LORD WHY DID IT HURT 39475629 TIMES AS MUCH AS THE MOVIE LIKE

Movie: light work, no reaction

Book: oUUuU, okay, its got a lil kick 😨

But I got an au perfectly inspired by this in a modern retelling typa way ig SPOILER ALERT THERE IS A LOVE CORNER, CHANHEE AND SANGYEON OR YOUNGHOON(???) we WILL be getting a lil Kevin up in here tho TRUST

And tbh it could go in 2 different directions rn but I’ll have to see which one will get a conclusive ending but the vision is definitely there dw

And DAMNNNNNN I didn’t know there were so many WIPs/nm/p like I know I got a lil snippet of 3 in the past but with each drop of a new WIP I get even more excited 😭 just seeing your creative process is motivating to me lolol and the banners AHHHHHHHH IT REALLY DID GIVE “graphic design is my passion 🤭” YUHHH YUHHHH

but wait also looking at the list again I wanna see more into the ‘bones (orig.)’ and ‘bones (remixed)’ 😳

OH AND BEFORE I FORGET TO MENTIONNNNNNN that Spiderman!Sunwoo and Spiderman!Eric did have me REEEEEEELINGGGGG esp since I finally got the chance to watch across the spiderverse PHEWWWW Spiderman!Eric is just so cheeky, so himbo, so smoochable like damn I do think he is capable of wanting to attempt the Toby Maguire upside-down kiss but then getting too nervous/excited/antsy that he lets go of his web and crashes on the ground AJNDJBVINWI

AND SUNWOO AS STARLORD WOULD ALSO WORK CAUSE HE REALLY HAS THAT SELF-DEPRECATING HUMOR THING GOING ON and then his cheesyness too omg I think Sunwoo is perfectly corny to be starlord 😫🤞

AND ALSO MY ATEEZ BIAS ISSSSSSSSSSSSSS -drumroll please- 🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

Wooyoung! 🥳🥳🥳

He’s just so sweet and caring and hot and beautiful and hardworking and loving and he’s so, he’s so, he’s so- ☹️☹️☹️☹️

Yeah, I love Woo with my whole being 😔🙏

Kk that’s it for nowwwwww talk to you soon!

- Toodles!, 🌷anon

HI BEST FRAN WELCOME BACK 🤩✊🏼

OMG THE DRAFTING HAS BEGUN???? LESGO????? I AM SO EXCITED FOR U AND SUPER EXCITED ALSO TO SEE UR JOURNEY AND THE FINAL OUTCOME 👀✨

HELLO WAIT what is [REDACTED] 🤨 i need to know for research purposes and cuz im a nosy mfker and cuz i also scoured thru our prev interactions and don't think we talked abt it previously 🤨

AHHHHSHAHHAHAH A STUDY IN MONSTERS IS COMING RIGHT UP !!

ITS LIKE BEAUTY AND THE BEAST BUT EVERYBODY'S A BEAST ???? well, the main cast is all considered some kind of "monster," but ofc, the real monsters r the humans who have belittled them and villainized them. but reader basically has like,,, medusa powers??? and chanhee has like a demon trapped inside him and younghoon is like fae but THE SCARY fae you feel??? but any who, i've gotten some back story done and it's not meant to become like a 30k one shot or anything; i was trying to aim for it to be kind of like the length of simple gifts, but we'll see where i go w it !!

OKAY BUT WAIT U SHOULD TELL ME WHAT U THOUGHT OF WHEN U SAW THE TITLE CUZ IM VERY CURIOUS !!

okok i have so much to say abt the next part of ur ask 😭😭 1.) BEQUEATH 💀💀💀💀 2.) hello stop that rn flattery will get u everything u desire 🤧😌 3.) MANIC PIXIE DREAM BOY AHAH OMG IM SO HYPED 4.) eric, juyeon sounds abt right 😻😻

OKAY BUT LIKE books > their movie adaptations tbh lsnfkenfk there is so much that books can show that movies can't, and also vice versa !! but WTF DYM BY LOVE CORNER (´Д⊂ヽ GIRLIE BESTIE HONEY WHAT IS A LOVE CORNER 😭😭😭 w chanhee sangyeon younghoon AND beloved kevin too???? my /guy/ do u want me to cry 😃 wait don't answer that—💀 omg i feel like i almost never have an idea of what an ending looks like UNTIL I GET THERE LMFAOOOO like i really don't care abt endings cuz i can't get to the ending if there is not story substance, u feel 😭😭😭 but im sure the ✨right ending✨ will appear in ur horizons as u go forth !!

KANDKDNDKN i had to keep quite a few wips off the list 😭💀 it's embarrassing akdnkdnf BUT im so glad that seeing my process motivates u TT that's very cool to hear and i also like talking abt the writing process a lot so thank u for feeding into my self esteem /hj AHHH SHUSH UR GONNA MAKE ME BLUSH I LOVE MAKING BANNERS SO THANK U 😚 im too tech grandma to use canva or photoshop so i feel like a lot of mine r a little simpler and more minimal which isn't bad ofc but yeah, thanks so much :'))) BRO i wish i could go into graphic design skfnkdndk

OHOH the bones orig and remix ver LMAOOO

both versions r meant to be like murder mysteries yk?? and they're both set in time settings where it's not quite the future, but im also not a historian so they're also not completely historically accurate T-T they just take place in the past LMFAO but the original ver is more like dark academia centered where the murder takes place at this elitist academy/boarding school in the middle of nowhere, and reader is like a "charity case" whose uncle took her under his wing after her parents were murdered or something, and changmin is like studying to become a physician and they both get looped into the investigation. i have a some written of that ver but it's not very interesting 💀

AND recently like two days ago 💀 i went back to one of the ideas i had for the banner before i started writing the dark academia one (wow that's such a long sentence). anyways, said idea was to take place in like ,, not a school 🤡 but idk if you've read the stalking jack the ripper series but it's based on that !! AND a little bit of six of crows too 🤡 it's not fantastical or anything, but changmin is like a doctor in the lower end and someone's been out here murdering people and shit. changmin is also kind of inspired by daredevil and kaz brekker, but i'll have to get into that some other time 💀

that was one of my favorite parts lol i think this ver of bones has captured a bit more of my interest than the other ver? tho, i would love to see where the other ver went, just cuz i already put so much thought into the storyline and characters and headcanons and back stories, etc.

AHHHHHH YES I AGREE ABT SPIDEY!ERIC I LOVE SPIDEY ERIC he's just ,, yk Just Some Guy™ LMAO so he's a perf spiderboy !!! he's kind of modeled after tom holland's spiderman and sunwoo after miles morales ofc, but eric would TOTALLY try the upside down kiss and fail miserably 😭😭😭 but i think he's def the type to keep trying UNTIL he gets it down 🤤😋 and just crafting the different earths btwn sunwoo and eric was just so much fun cuz i was trying to figure out what i wanted each universe to have and ksnfkdndkkd ANYWAYS . STAR LORD SUNWOO HAS ME REELING CUZ LIKE AKDNKDMD i NEEDED this man to be w the raccoon it just didn't feel right if he wasn't. like he was either gonna be nova or starlord, and i feel like the only other boy besides sunwoo who can do star lord justice is hyunjae, but he's already IRON MAN lol

OMG UR A WOOYOUNG STAN??? that actually feels so right 😭😭😭 wooyo be snatching up hearts ALL OVER THE PLACE lately 😭🤧 like damn, get it bro 🥂 but i totally agree, he's such a sweetheart and so funny and so talented and just sknfkendn mwah wanna give him a big smooch !

WHEW what a long recap/catch up reply 🤣 but anyways, hope ur doing well as always 😚 love u lots, my honey bunches of pollinated petals 💖

#sungbeam strikes again #tbz </3 #🌷 anon #ask games !!#works in progress #wip: asim #wip: bones (old)#wip: bones (new)

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lemonietrinket · 6 years ago

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Himawari ||| Kevin x Reader

Summary: Kevin is a ray of sunshine, and so are you. This time, Kevin has something to say to you. Genre: Fluff, as per usual Word Count: 1750 Theme Song: Man in a Movie - Day6; Spark - JBJ95 AN: Kevin Woo, an underrated ball of soft. Another request from @idont-knowabrian because they have good ideas. Thanks for reading!

Kevin took a deep breath.

It wasn’t like him, usually, to be so nervous. He’d been on so many stages, in so many recording studios, before so many important people, he reckoned he’d abandoned the idea of being nervous way back in his debut years.

And yet here he was, at your front door, freshly painted citrine by your own hand, cold dispelled by a smart but thick jacket, and ever so slightly shivering,

Ah yes, that was the day he first met you. Walking past the terraced houses on his way to work, he’d glanced to his right and seen you coating the door in a very diligent fashion. Once he’d passed your door several times, greeting you with a wave and a shy smile every morning, and after you’d worked up the courage to ask if he really was who you thought he was, did he find out why you insisted on painting it in such a primary shade.

“To fulfil a childhood dream of mine.” You had shrugged. “I always wanted to live in a house with a big front window and a yellow door. Not that it originated from any great tragedy! I just... you know. Really like the colour yellow.”

You’d gone on to explain how you had finally had the chance to control the environment that surrounded you, after a youth characterised by restrictive policies that now as an adult you had escaped from. He would never admit it, out of politeness and slight shame on his own behalf, but he was more focused on your face at that very moment. He could still picture how your eyes flickered to the side, how you frowned and scrunched your nose at your own words, at the very moment your lips twitched into a smile, sheepish but no less relaxed.

The memory did little to calm his nerves, merely lending a hand to his heart’s fluttering. But it was no use now, as the very door opened to reveal you.

He was 90% sure his heart stopped.

“Kevin! Hi!” you exclaimed, face glowing in the dim streetlight behind. “You’re actually right on time. Not even a minute late!"

His eyes swept over the visage before him. You, in a mustard wool blouse, tucked into a deep moss-green skirt that billowed in the breeze at your ankles. Your eyes glittering in the twilight—a pool he wanted to sink into and also avoid for his own heart’s safety—outwitting the moon in a knowing gaze aimed only at him - a concept that almost stole his words - standing somewhat awkwardly in the doorway, hands clasped behind his back.

“You must be some kind of miracle,” you stated, voice touched with wistfulness.

He coughed, being very abruptly dragged from his thoughts. “What? Me? No! No, not...” He shook his head, playing it off with a laugh.

“What? Always here perfectly on time, always looking as dashing as you always do, it’s not a preposterous proposition, you know!”

He shook his head, tipping his head away from the playful glint in your eyes, and letting his hands do the talking for him.

You gasped, even though you saw the gift coming from a million miles away. Even if those million miles was only the couple of metres of your front path.

“Oh Kevin...!” You took the bouquet into your hands, eyes mottling with tears that you couldn’t quite contain, that matched the polka-dotted ribbon of pastel blue that neatly held the piece together.

The sunflower petals, smooth and radiant, were no match for you, Kevin decided. But as you cradled the bouquet close to your chest and stared up at him, lips—kissed by the sunshine itself—wavering in joy, he felt his heart swell to the point he felt as if it could burst.

“I hoped you’d like them,” he mentioned.

“I love them, Kevin, thank you so much!”

You sighed, peering down at the soft plumes. “Let me get a vase and water for them real quick—I won’t be long!”

And you disappeared from his sight.

What was he to do with himself? All tongue-tied and very nearly misty-eyed for you, a child of the sun. You’d been dating for a while, and what he’d planned wasn’t something to get this worked up about, surely.

But for you, he could barely contain the emotions that flooded from his soul. Feelings could no longer be caged by his ribs. They already struggled to contain the rapid march of his heartbeat.

He forced himself to take a deep breath, ironing out the tremors and his blending fears with it. He straightened his jacket, an undefeatable smile playing upon his lips. How luck had been on his side for him to even have the opportunity to meet you.

“Ready to go?” you suddenly enquired, reappearing in his vision and hanging from the door as much as you hung off his words—not that he was quite aware of that.

“If you are, then of course!”

“Great!” You locked your door with a grin, swinging your keys into your satchel, before coming to his side happily. You looped your arm around his, pulling your coat’s collar up to your chin to keep out the windchill while sending him the glimmering smile he adored so dearly. “Where to, fair knight?”

“Oh, um...” he rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, there is this small late-night vintage cafe I thought you’d feel at home in. We could go there first, and then the park after?”

“Sounds like a quest.” You nodded. “Let’s go!”

~ ~ ~

Your laugh fluttered in the breeze, blissful and very near misty in the shadows the lamps and stars could not banish. Skirt flowing, you span, arms wide as if to welcome.

“And then she went round and round like this!”

Kevin could barely hold back his laughter, feeling tears well in his eyes at your performance. He didn’t care if people questioned as they passed. In fact, he barely noticed them. Why would he, when the most important person was skipping along the cobblestone a few feet ahead of him? “Why would she do that?!”

“I don’t know!” you feverishly giggled. “Wouldn’t you in that scenario?”

“No!”

“Well, she’d say ‘that’s your loss’!”

As you wound around the paving, you drifted back to his side, arms clutching at his sleeve as you stumbled, dizzied.

“I shouldn’t have given you that much sugar,” he chuckled,.

You twisted your face in an exaggerated scowl. “Why ever not?”

Kevin felt his mouth continue without the accompaniment of his brain. “Ah well,” he guffawed, “it’s dangerous for me, you know.”

You played along with a hum. “How so?”

He felt the mild horror of his rational mind press him to change tact, but his words just continued to... spill.

“Well, you’re already too sweet for me to handle, and now? It’s just... too much for... my...”

“Heart?” you finished, expression twisted in an amused grimace at the cheese.

“Yes, I...” he broke down to breathy laughter, “I’m so sorry, I don’t know what the was at all—”

“Kevin, it’s fine, don’t worry,” you linked arms once again, “it’s just, unexpected of you.”

He gazed down at you, edging you to continue without another word passing his lips. Just in case whatever hysteria enraptured him the first time infected him again and he said something even worse.

“I pegged you as the sweet type, but not the cheesy,” you placed a finger to the corner of your mouth, “however, I suppose on the Sweet & Cheesy Venn Diagram, there is instinctively an overlap.”

Bemusedly, he gushed, “What?”

“What?” you echoed, confused by his outcry. “Do you not understand me?”

“No,” he admitted. He immediately looked back to you, searching your face for any signs of offence taken. He found only mild excitement, as you awaited his continuation. “No, I don’t think I do. But I feel I prefer it that way. You’re so... unique? Your energy is different from other people—friends and coworkers, I mean. I don’t know how to explain it but... things are so much more different with you here. I don’t think I could ever be without you.”

The two of you drew to a stop beneath a lampost. High above, the wind grasped a spider web and swung it into a waltz.

“Do you mean that?” you murmured, voice no higher than a mid-summer zephyr.

He, who’d continued to walk a couple of paces even though it had left you slightly behind, turned back to face you, as well as the anxieties that had lasted all evening. “Yes. Of course. Without a doubt,” he insisted.

You stepped forward until the lamplight illuminated only you. Crested with a halo, your hands slowly wringing one another at your chest, you were lost for words.

Your silence only prompted him further, as he bit the bullet.

“Y/N, you’re the brightest piece of light in my life, sometimes you shine so brightly I could confuse you with the sun. And, I love you.”

You were stunned, to say the least. You had seen it coming but, not for another couple of weeks, you’d assumed.

But here he was, a few feet away, ever so barely shaking out of subtle fear, but his shoulders brazened, a determined expression painting his soft features that you cared for so dearly, with his eyes glistening in the auburn light and nearly flooding with sincerity.

You made the rest of the distance in a few steps, refusing to tear your eyes away, even if it would be for the entire world’s sake.

Once you reached him, you reached up to cup his cheeks, smoothing his nerves and drawing him closer to your level, before melding your lips with his.

Feeling the one thing he’d dreamt of ever since the first time he’d worked up the courage to utter words to you wash over him, he very nearly froze.

However, he managed to hold himself together—though only just—and relished in the brush your sweet lips against his own. He threaded his hands through your hair, to barely rest on either side of your jaw. His touch was so light you could almost imagine it missing, not that you ever would even dream of doing so.

Melting further into the kiss, you knotted your hands behind his neck, just as he let his hands fall to the small of your back, and the two souls drawn together by luck finally combined.

~~~

AN: I know how to em-dash on my Chromebook now and I am so happy oh my jesuuuusss Also, zephyr is a great word that should come back into common use

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