#lo$er=lo♡er

[one-time-i-dreamt]

Colleen Ballinger in her apology:

[hidefromreality]

TxT anyone?

Also is anyone a txt fan? my favorite song is loser=lover i liked it so much i learned the dance (i cant dance to save my life) I also have them as my lockscreen (im commited bcz i would never do that for anyone else but them fr 😭) my bias is huening kai because hes such a cutie pie⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

[mrbhilalbn]

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[nuosuh17]

˚ ♡    𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙨𝙤𝙣. treinta años. abogado, especializado en defensa criminal & consultoria mercantilista en una prestigiosa firma en new york, oriundo de londres. amante de los deportes, volando siempre cerca del sol.   ✦ ── tablero .  ravenshearthq

[crystalida]

Conoce a Nakamura Ayaka. Nacida un 10 de diciembre. 25 años. Una arquitecta recién graduada quien, a pesar de cada peripecia que atraviesa, intenta mantenerse firme hasta el final.

( estás escuchando: one summer day 🎵 )

✧*･ﾟ* ¿Empezamos?

a. Última hija del matrimonio Nakamura, la única mujer. Criada bajo las estrictas reglas sobre las que su familia se regía, siempre le aseguraron que de seguirlas y obedecer sin oponer resistencia, tendría la vida prácticamente resuelta. Desde que era una niña recuerda haber sido sometida a un intenso escrutinio por parte de sus padres, quienes observaban y criticaban cada pequeña cosa que hacía. Su padre, exigente en toda medida, esperaba un desempeño perfecto por parte de cada hijo, en todo ámbito académico y extracurricular que se llevara a cabo. Su madre, una digna y respetable esposa, se esforzó por moldearla a su semejanza, bajo la imagen de delicadeza, feminidad, diligencia y sacrificio que también había sido impuesta en su progenitora. Y aunque aquella mujer era la única que ofrecía un gesto cariñoso (mínimo) para sus hijos, la fuerte influencia del cabeza de familia frenaba cualquier intento de expresión en ese hogar.

b. Antaño, Ayaka y sus hermanos mayores compartían un fuerte vínculo de infancia, que los protegía colectivamente de la severa crianza. Como los niños que eran, no dejaban de jugar, reír y estar tan juntos como les era posible; hasta que, uno a uno, esos mismos hermanos que la protegían desaparecieron, inevitablemente dejándola atrás. El que cada hijo estudiara en un internado no estaba a discusión y ella eligió uno en Japón, aterrada ante la idea de tener que vivir en otro país a esa edad. Aun así, mientras más crecía, más exigencias recaían sobre ella. Mantener calificaciones perfectas, desempeñarse con fluidez en varios idiomas, practicar algún deporte o en su defecto, aprender a tocar un instrumento musical; relacionarse con las personas adecuadas y forjar 'amistades' a futuro, nada de distracciones innecesarias, nada de contacto con sus hermanos, pues todos debían enfocarse en propios estudios. Su poder de elección era inexistente.

c. Su padre eligió con gran antelación la universidad a la que asistiría, insistiendo en la idea de que debía tener una experiencia en el extranjero. Luego de un programa de intercambio a sus 15 años y tras graduarse de secundaria con los máximos honores, el viaje a Holanda no se hizo esperar. Y desde ese punto, nada volvió a ser lo mismo. (TW): Sometida a una presión y a la búsqueda de perfección que ella misma se imponía (por mera costumbre), la experiencia universitaria fue lo peor de su vida. Descarrilada, sumiéndose lentamente en una profunda soledad producto del aislamiento en aquel país desconocido, se dio cuenta de que todo lo que alguna vez pudo hacer, ya no estaba funcionando. Empezó con una disminución en sus calificaciones, atormentándola con la autoexigencia de rendir mejor académicamente; pero solo consiguió orillarse a un burn out que culminó en reprobar ciertas cátedras, en frustración y un profundo sentimiento de inutilidad, de no ser suficiente. La depresión y la ansiedad no tardaron en aparecer, manifestándose sutiles: salidas rechazadas, poco apetito, cansancio. Empeoró cuando dejó de dormir bien; cuando, nerviosa, arañaba su piel en un intento de despejar la mente con esa sensación física, cuando tuvo que acudir en secreto a un psiquiatra y ser recetada con medicinas. No podía concentrarse, no podía llorar para calmarse porque sentía que era una pérdida de tiempo, que no merecía desahogarse. No podía comer, dormir ni disfrutar las pocas cosas que le gustaban. No podía hablar con nadie a causa del temor a ser juzgada. Hasta que un día, ya ni siquiera pudo soportarse a sí misma. Un intento de acabar con su vida es aquello de lo que más se arrepiente; sin éxito gracias a que su compañera de habitación logró encontrarla a tiempo y llamar a emergencias. Pero el 'escándalo' familiar no tardó en explotar, el comunicado llegando a sus padres quienes no comprendían sus razones y nunca lo harían, probablemente.

d. Derrotada, le tomó bastante tiempo el recoger pieza por pieza todo lo que se destruyó. Aunque dudando de la necesidad de un profesional, su padre aceptó otorgar la ayuda psicológica que Ayaka necesitaba y desde ese entonces, asiste a consulta regular con la terapeuta que sigue su proceso desde hace un par de años. Sus estudios fueron puestos en pausa, hasta que pudo culminarlos una vez se encontró estable. Sin grandes honores académicos, pero sí con una discreta satisfacción personal por simplemente haberlo logrado, quizás ese sea uno de los pocos momentos donde se ha enorgullecido de sí misma, incluso cuando nunca deseó seguir los pasos profesionales de su padre. Indecisa entre trabajar para la firma de arquitectos de su familia o intentarlo por su cuenta, sabe que este debate debe resolverlo pronto; así como el miedo y la incomodidad que la idea de continuar sus estudios le genera.

Datos adicionales:

a. Encontró consuelo y tranquilidad en el arte del ikebana, utilizándolo como parte de su terapia y método para relajarse, incluso para meditar de vez en cuando, despejando la mente de sus preocupaciones o utilizando dicho espacio para reflexionar y poner en orden sus ideas. También se mantiene serena mediante la lectura de novelas románticas, aunque a veces le apena aceptarlo.

b. Incluso cuando asegura que es mala socializando a causa de su personalidad introvertida, ha sido capaz de granjearse un pequeño círculo de amistades sumamente buenas. Aquella mejor amiga que la acompaña desde la infancia, seguido del par de señoritas con las que compartió año tras año en el internado, continuando con su increíble ex-pareja que a día de hoy es un importante amigo, y culminando con la más confiable amiga y salvadora neerlandesa, siempre ha estado en buenas manos cuando se trata de sus atesorados amigos.

c. Aunque su madre le enseñó a cocinar desde pequeña, con claras intenciones de inculcarle lo básico para ser un ama de casa a futuro, Ayaka le agradece ese pequeño detalle que le ayudó a ser autosuficiente en cierta medida. Encontró un gran gusto en cocinar para ella, pero en especial para otros, como una manera de demostrar afecto (y un poquito de habilidad). En momentos libres, cuando dispone de buen tiempo, le gusta buscar, preparar y aprender recetas nuevas para agregar a la lista. Sus marcadores de favoritos en toda red social están llenos de recetas de cocina.

d. Todavía mantiene la costumbre de clavarse las uñas o arañarse cuando la ansiedad llega a hacer estragos. Es algo involuntario, que se esfuerza por controlarlo en cuanto se percata de que comenzó a hacerlo. Las malas noches por culpa del estrés, aunque no recurrentes, a veces se presentan; y quizás eso sea una de las cosas a las que más le tema actualmente, el no poder dormir bien.

[smileflowcr]

Neon Blade no era, ni de lejos, uno de sus lugares favoritos, siendo una persona introvertida prefería por mucho quedarse en casa e ignorar el mundo a su alrededor. Lleva un tiempo así, específicamente desde que cierta persona desapareció de su vida y no solo perdió la alegría de su vida, sino que también su frágil corazón se hizo pesados tras comprender que Noah no volvería con él. En cuanto entra al lugar se ve abrumado por las luces y el aroma a todo tipo de drogas, pero sus ojos marrones se fijan de inmediato en cierta figura que baila sobre un escenario, una que podría reconocer en cualquier parte y que le produce un fuerte dolor en pecho y ganas de llorar.

[94erz]

Me getting tagged in Receiptify posts: (Thank you I love you my friends~)

My ass for the last 3 months:

Like it's so bad right now

Outro: FALLING jumping to #1 simply 'cause I listened to it on repeat in one day oh my brain is BROKEN 😭😭😭

Thank god YouTube doesn't have a version of this otherwise, it would just be Frost, Skipping Stones, Growing Pain, LO$ER=LO♡ER, and Blue Spring...so basically just more TXT...

[izzvie]

sonríe frente a la escena, manteniéndose en silencio para no espantar más a jiji. no era un gato necesariamente arisco, pero sí le tomaba un tiempo adaptarse a nuevas presencias. “ no, pero ahora tienes que mostrármelas. ” exige y se acomoda mejor en sillón para hacerle un espacio a jules, comprendiendo que el tema de las mascotas podía ser uno sensible. “ ¿has considerado traerlos? ” curiosea con suavidad, su mirada viajando a propio felino que se acomoda en la esquina de la habitación. “ después de nueva york simplemente tuve que traérmelo, no soportaba la idea de que siguiera solo en mi departamento. ” y por suerte él se había adaptado bien a su nuevo hogar temporal.

los ojos de jules se abren grandes, emocionadísimo de lo que estaba presenciando. “ no puede ser. ” escapa de sus labios, y cierra la puerta enseguida. se pone de cuclillas, frotando el pulgar con el índice, llamando al gato. “ ven, que no te haré daño. ” exclama. casi se le aguan los ojos, extrañaba a los propios de una manera inimaginable, no puede creer cuanto tiempo ha pasado desde que los vio por última vez. el felino se acerca muy lentamente, apenas olisqueando los dedos de jules. el muchacho sonríe. “ me haz hecho muy feliz, izzie. ¿alguna vez te he enseñado fotos de mis bebés? tengo dos, uno cálico y uno azul ruso. ” sonríe ante recuerdo.

[prettiest-thing-in-the-morgue]

THE HELL YOU MEAN YOU GOT A GIRL ?

summary : in which Tim's brothers find out he not only has a girlfriend but she's actually real and attractive and idk dating HIM of all people ???

Tim Drake is a busy man , his family knew that I meant come on ?? The kid is Red Robin, juggling Wayne Enterprises , solving cases, and not mention he attends college.

Not in a million years would they guess he of all of them would have a girlfriend and that he of all of them would have a functional relationship before any if them.

It started subtle at first - he'd finish patrol early , not really a big deal since they'd all assume he was busy with school and just had to go home.

Well truns out he was going home just not to do work just to simply have dinner with you.

The next sign was that he had a picture of you at the back of his phone - it's encased safely behind the clear casing . Dick saw it at first and shrugged it off, thinking it was a kpop idol or some model Tim liked alot - nope it was just him being in love with you and just showing it off.

Tim unironically smells better ? Damian doesn't know how to place it - its not that Tim ever smelled bad or had bad hygiene it's just that he's been particularly very into it as of late - he literally even has a skin care routine now but Damian writes it off as Tim being curious or weird.

Tim also starts dressing classier too like he wears good slacks or nice baggy jeans with fitted tops - showing off his slim but muscular figure as of late - he even asked Jason to borrow one of his old leather jackets and hey - Jason didn't mind lending his brother one - he just thought Tim was getting into the grunge style like him. Nope, it turns out Tim overheard you saying guys in leather jackets were hot, so of course, he had to get the real thing.

Flash forward to like a year and a half down the line and one day all three of them were talking about how Tim was glowing up and getting himself in shape .

Dick : " you know Tim's been idk dressing up as of late ".

Damian : " smh it's like he's pathetically trying to impress someone "

Jason : " I thought he was just idk changing his style ?"

Dick : " you think ? Plus he's been ending patrol early lately"

Damian : " he's a nerd Grayson , knowing him he gets home earlier to study or what not ".

Jason : *cackling* " and he wonders why he can't get a girlfriend "

*Tim who just walked in and overheard jason* : " I literally have a girlfriend. What do you mean ?"

Pin drop silence . Everyone stares at him, eye wide and then they burst out cackling.

Jason : " Timmy boy a blow up sex doll doesn't count a girlfriend"

Dick : *laughing* " Tim the day you get a girlfriend is the day the world would end"

Damian : " Timothy, that's the best joke you have ever uttered."

Tim scowls at them , " I LITERALLY HAVE A GIRLFRIEND AND SHES A REAL PERSON"

Damian *still laughing* : " Alright Timothy, let's meet your so-called very real girlfriend."

Flash forward to two hours later and they're at a local Lego shop at the mall , the batboys are all confused .

Jason : " Tim, when we said a real girl, we didn't mean a Lego woman figure"

Tim just rolled his eyes - annoyed because he can't fathom why they didn't think he can't have a girlfriend .

Not even two minutes passed, and you bolted out of the store and engulfed Tim in a big hug and began kissing him all over his face. Tim wore a big , smug smile as he wrapped his hand around your waist and pressed you a forehead kiss.

Dick's mouth is too the floor , Jason's eyes just widen so big you'd swear his eyes will roll out and Damian looks like he's gonna hurl.

Damian : " I think - I think I going to die "

Jason *still in shock* : " There is no way this is real - literally no way I've got to be imagining shit "

Dick : " Someone pinch me " *Damian pinches him hard* " OUCH WHAT THE FUCK"

Jason points at you and then at Tim , " Miss is he holding you hostage -"

Tim rolls his eyes , " SHES MY GIRLFRIEND"

Damian tuts , " She's too hot to be with the likes of you she should date someone better "

Dick : " Like me -"

Shutting him down immediately, Tim : " Fuck no"

You awkwardly laughing , " So you're Tim's brothers ?"

Jason : " unfortunately ". *dick nudges him hard* " OW WTF"

You : " It's nice to meet you all I'm Tim's girlfriend "

Dick : " yeah that's the part we are all processing"

Damian : " Are you sure you're not talking about another tim?"

Tim , scowling : " Shut the fuck up demon she said she's my girlfriend so can yall stop being so annoying now "

You : " They didn't think you'd have a girlfriend ?"

Tim : " no and I don't know why especially since they themselves don't have one either "

Jason : " in my offense I died -"

Dick : " Pack it up. It's been 4 years since you came back. You got no excuse "

Jason : " I know the man who has fumbled every relationship he touches is not talking "

Damian : " This is all pointless. Love is stupid and worthless"

As the both continue to bicker back and forth, you turn to Tim with a wide grin , " Who do you think is worse ?"

Tim , pulling you in closer , : " Definitely Bruce "

*in a very far distance*

You laugh as you grab his hand and left him off somewhere , " Let's go get milkshakes".

Bruce *sneezes* : " Someone is trash talking me "

ty for reading !!!

[fgumi]

i need more loser!heeseung after reading that oh my gosh . yes yes yes yes. #needhim #needthat

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ LO$ER = LO♡ER

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 { PAIRING; non-idol!heeseung x reader, GENRE; fluff, headcanon, WC; 2.7k, WARNING(S); mildly suggestive (what’s heeseung supposed to do when you’re so hot?), A/N; your wish is my command. i absolutely love loser!heeseung. it's a need. TAGS; @en-dream @heeheesang @httpenhoon @r1kification @seungheartyou, @starfallia @sugarikiz @hoondolls @bamguetismee @jnysaln @cixrosie @wensurr @heartheejake @m1kkso @hollyoongs @hoonieyun }

loser!heeseung was excited. so excited. why you may ask? because you agreed to go to anime con with him. you even suggested that the two of you cosplay. you asked to go as lucy and david from cyberpunk edgerunners, something that fit the aesthetic you two had built. so, heeseung checked himself out in the mirror, fumbling with the yellow jacket you sewed for him and fixing the pieces of his hair that fell out.

“baby, i think we’re gonna be late if we don’t head out n—”

you came out in your outfit as you adjusted the belt resting on your hip. heeseung didn’t have any words. you looked… gosh, how could he describe you without being weird? you were beautiful, even on the days you didn’t feel it. but… right now? heeseung felt ashamed to say that he understood all those nasty guys thirsting over cosplayers. holy crap, he hit the lotto. you were a vision.

“hee? do i look weird? i wasn’t sure about the wig either,” you pouted as you touched the long white strand.

“no!” heeseung shouted, then cleared his throat. “you look really good.”

you smiled and walked up to him, checking out the two of you in the mirror. “you also look very handsome. we make a good lucy and david, huh?”

your eyes glanced at heeseung through the mirror and noticed he was still looking at you with his mouth agape. you turned to him and waved your hand in front of his face. “hee?”

as he kept staring at you, you shifted. you couldn’t help but blush under his gaze. heeseung gulped. how was he going to keep all those creepy guys away from you? he can’t even fight! he’d have to cover you up! but then he wouldn’t get to look at you in this… this outfit.

you softly planted a kiss on his cheek and that brought him out of his daze. his ears were bright red when he stepped away from you.

“i— uh. um. we— you—” he stuttered, unable to form a coherent thought.

a giggle escaped you at his lack of words. you did a little spin for him. man, heeseung couldn’t help his eyes drifting down at the cutouts on your hips and how short your—no! stop objectifying her. bad heeseung. that is your lovely girlfriend, who you love very much and who, for some odd reasons, loves you too.

“hee,” you interrupted, your lashes lowering—wow, you looked ready to eat him. “i thought we were gonna be late?”

you crept up to him, your hand ghosting over his arm. you pressed into him. “i mean, we don’t have to go. i just thought you wanted—”

you didn’t end up going, by the way. your couple’s cosplay never saw the light of day. instead, they were scattered on your bedroom floor.

loser!heeseung didn’t know how to feel when you asked to play d&d with him. while he said yes (because he’d never say no to you), he was admittedly nervous. what if you thought he was a big nerd and wanted to leave him? what if you hated how he dm’d (dungeon master)? well, it was too late now. you guys were on your way to jeongin’s apartment.

contray to heeseung’s overthinking, you were excited. you finally got to experience one of heeseung’s favorite pastimes. you didn’t really understand the whole thing, but you were open to it! you did some late-night research and built your own little character. she was an eladrin sage druid at level 6. heeseung made sure to let you know that you’d be thrown right into the middle of this campaign and that all the other characters were at level 6.

when you guys arrived at the door, jeongin threw it open and you were taken aback. he was in full costume, armor and all. apparently, jeongin was also taken aback. he didn’t think you were actually coming.

“oh! uh, welcome to my apartment, y/n!” he stepped aside to let you and heeseung in. inside, you saw unfamiliar faces who were also in costume. jeongin pulled heeseung aside and whispered. “i didn’t think you were serious when you said that y/n was coming! and where’s your costume?”

heeseung gave him an apologetic look. “dude, i’m sorry. you know i can’t say no to her. and i didn’t want to overwhelm her before we even left the apartment.”

jeongin sighed. “you better still dm the same with the voices and everything. and no preferential treatment!”

heeseung nodded and went to sit by you. you leaned into him and whispered. “i feel incredibly underdressed. did you know they were going to dress up?”

he rubbed the back of his neck. “we usually do for every session.”

you pouted and looked him up and down. “i would’ve tried dressing up too if i knew! where’s your costume?”

oh, how heeseung loved you. you didn’t even bat an eye that they were all losers that liked to play dress up on a weekly basis. you were just put out that you weren’t told.

“i didn’t wanna pressure you when it’s your first time,” heeseung said, patting your knee. usually, heeseung would kiss your pout away, but he was in a room full of friends who were very blatantly staring at you.

a throat cleared, drawing heeseung’s attention towards jeongin. in a (poor) scottish accent, jeongin said. “dungeon master, the fellowship awaits ye!”

heeseung nodded and pulled out his notes for the campaign. when you tried to peek, he immediately leaned away, keeping the notebook shut. “the people in the campaign can’t see this,” he said.

understanding, you stopped trying to look. you just pulled out your phone with your character sheet on it. jeongin paused in his seat. “oh, y/n, did you need to build your character first? we can wait for you,” jeongin said in his normal voice.

you shook your head and waved your phone. “i built one in d&d beyond! i came prepared, sort of?”

now, jeongin didn’t have much opinion on you other than that you were heeseung’s really hot girlfriend. but, after seeing how you tried to prepare, he could say that he liked you.

once everyone settled down, heeseung resumed the campaign. it amazed you how he was able to switch between all those voices, acting out the npcs of the quest. the way you were staring at him intently made heeseung unusually nervous.

whenever his eyes shifted over to you, his dialogue faltered for a sec before he continued. he interacted with the others of the campaign before coming to a point in the story where you could hop in. you put on a proper english accent, trying to sound as much like arwen from lord of the rings (you watched it countless times with heeseung). if no one else was in the room right now, heeseung would’ve died from your cuteness. a part of him was geeking out right now. his girlfriend, the love of his life, was playing d&d with him. what did he do in his past life to deserve this?

then came the fights. as he narrated, his friends rolled on their turns, fighting against the monsters that heeseung created. when it came to your turn, you looked a bit out of your depth. you were scrolling through moves in the d&d index to see which ones you could do. everyone was thankfully patient with you.

“i use a 3rd level spell slot and call upon lightning to strike the monster closest to jeongin?” you commanded unsurely.

heeseung leaned over, careful to not expose any notes. “baby, you’re gonna hit jeongin with that spell and you gotta reference his character, not him. that spell has a damage radius of 5 feet. the monster is only 3 feet away from him.”

you deflated as you scrolled through your list of spells. you turned your phone to heeseung, showing him the spell you wanted to use instead. “can i use flame arrows instead?”

heeseung could just die from how cute you were. he shook his head and scrolled through your list and clicked on wind wall. “you can use this one and surround the monster. it’ll take bludgeoning damage once the wall forms, regardless of his strength saving throw.”

you nodded and got back into character. you acted as if you were really putting a wind wall up and commanded more confidently. “i erect a wind wall around the monster and separate him from thralladin.”

heeseung got back to dm’ing and rolled his dice, falling short for a saving throw. he took note of the damage and continued everyone else’s turn. the night was fun! heeseung couldn’t believe how quickly you picked it up or how into it you were. at the end of the night, when everyone was leaving, jeongin pulled him aside again. “dude, y/n’s actually cool.”

pride swelled in heeseung’s chest. you managed to get the okay from his friend, not that it really affected how he felt for you. you two said your goodbyes to jeongin and walked home. you were filled with excitement for the next session. “what kind of clothes should i get for illanaria? i’m thinking white robes with some sheer drapes to add a bit of flair. i really need to study up on my spells so i don’t keep wasting time scrolling through the index. should i also get a notebook?”

just when heeseung didn’t think he could fall for you any harder, you proved him wrong.

loser!heeseung has met your parents, but in passing. however, today was a dinner meant to force—he means give a chance (don’t tell y/n he said that)—him to talk to your parents in length.

“don’t be nervous! my mom’s loved you since high school!”

ya, it’s not your mom he’s worried about. your dad on the other hand? what was he even going to talk about with him? football? heeseung could barely understand the sport. home improvement? he always needed your help to build ikea furniture. there wasn’t much he could do to gain some points with your dad. he just prayed that he wouldn’t hate him too much.

after 4 years (you recently celebrated your anniversary!) of being together, heeseung was finally going to talk to your dad. no more small talk while he waits for you to come down. he was actually going to have to make conversation with your father. if his phone didn’t tell him how cold it was, he’d think it was summer with how he was sweating.

the door swung open to reveal your mom, who looked as jovial and vibrant as ever. “kids! come in, come in. it’s freezing out there. that stupid global warming is really messing with the temperature.”

heeseung greeted her warmly, awkwardly accepting her bear hug while balancing the mac n’ cheese in his right hand. she pulled away and gasped. “you brought your famous mac n’ cheese! y/n’s been raving about this ever since she had it. i can’t wait to try it!”

when she rushed off to set it on the dinner table, your dad appeared with a dish towel thrown over his shoulder. he peered up at heeseung, since heeseung was slightly taller, and stared at him for a moment.

“so… you brought mac n’ cheese,” your dad said plainly.

heeseung laughed nervously. “i hope that’s okay?”

when your dad didn’t say anything for a second, you slapped his chest. “dad, stop intimidating him!”

your dad cracked a smile before ruffling your hair. “alright, sweetheart.” he clapped heeseung on the back and grinned. “i love mac n’ cheese! dinner’s almost ready, so make yourself feel at home!”

wow, he was a lot less intimidating than heeseung remembered. he thought back to all those moments in high school and wondered if your dad was just pretending to be stoic. your dad guided him to the dinner table before entering the kitchen again. as he moved around, your mom leaned forward. “so, heeseung, when are you going to ask my daughter to marry you?”

you choked on your water, water spraying out of the side of your mouth. heeseung quickly offered you a napkin and patted you on the back. you wiped your mouth and glared at your mom. “mom, that is not one of the preapproved questions. actually, i explicitly said you and dad can’t bring up anything about marriage.”

your mom tsked and pouted. “honey, you’ve been dating for so long. it’s a natural question.”

before you could protest, your dad brought over the rack of lamb, fresh from the oven. he placed it in the center and took off his gloves, kissing the top of your head afterwards. “your mother is just excited to have a son-in-law that can cook. you talk about him all the time. sue her for being curious.”

you talked about him with your parents? you glared up at your dad. “we haven’t even talked about that yet. i wonder why? oh ya, because we’re still in college!”

your dad raised his arms in surrender. “hey, i asked your mom to marry me when we were 16.”

“to which i said no,” your mom playfully jabbed. “we were far too young.”

“we’re also too young,” you grumbled, leaning into heeseung’s side. he wrapped his arms around your shoulder. he hoped your parents didn’t look at him too closely. his blush was probably covering his whole face. he didn’t realize your parents were also high school sweethearts.

“you also rejected dad until you were in college, anyway,” you added, clasping your hand with heeseung’s. ah, so not high school sweethearts.

when your dad settled beside your mom, she patted him on the chest. “he wasn’t always the hunk you see now.”

“okay, that was gross. can we eat now?” you groaned. your dad started making a plate and handed it to your mom. heeseung should also probably do this for you. he pulled away from you and started making your plate, avoiding the deviled eggs and piling on the mac n’ cheese. when he placed it down in front of you, your dad raised his eyebrow. “you still avoiding deviled eggs?”

you brought your plate closer to you, waiting to eat until heeseung had his plate. you stuck your tongue out at your dad. “i don’t when hee makes them.”

your dad looked at heeseung with a surprised look. “you made her eat deviled eggs?”

“i just added miso and switched the regular mayo out for the japanese one,” heeseung sheepishly laughed. “she seemed to enjoy them.”

a boisterous laugh escaped your dad as he leaned his head back. when he caught his breath, he gave heeseung an approving nod. “good on you, man.”

the rest of the dinner went smoothly, and heeseung felt himself relaxing. your dad wasn’t nearly as intimidating as he thought. they easily bonded over cooking and how the women in their life shouldn’t have to lift their pretty little fingers if they didn’t want to. heeseung felt relieved. your dad seemed to like him, especially after you telling him how much heeseung takes care of you.

by the end of it, your dad was inviting him back over—without you. “you should come over and we can workshop a course menu for the girls.”

heeseung grinned, promising to come back soon. you said your goodbyes and drove home. on the drive, you kissed your intertwined hands. “thanks for doing that.”

heeseung shook his head. “it’s no problem. i’m glad i got to talk to your parents.”

“nothing to worry about, right? they really like you,” you teased. “they even want you to marry me so they can trap you forever.”

heeseung hummed. he’d gladly be “trapped” by your parents if it meant calling you his wife. should he go ring shopping? he didn’t have money for that right now. maybe once he gets his return offer. he could at least scroll on through websites.

“good thing i already do wanna marry you.”

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LO$ER=LO♡ER

[polarisjisung]

LOVE ON THE COURT

SYNOPSIS | every college student has their struggles, but raising her younger brother has Y/N top of the list, struggling her way through college whilst balancing her academics and basketball captaincy is difficult no doubt and with Jaemin, her ex best friend and captain of the guys basketball team, and his growing one sided hatred towards her, it doesn't seem to be getting any easier

PAIRINGS | basketball player! jaemin x fem! basketball player

GENRE | (one sided) enemies to lovers, childhood best friends to lovers, college au, kinda forced proximity

WARNINGS | swearing, sexual innuendos, probably some kys jokes along the way, more tba!

STATUS | complete !

PROFILES [1] — [2]

MAIN STORY

00— pretty privilege [prologue]

01— choke me

02— poor soul

03— affirmations & apologies

04—sorry, kys

05— rumour has it

06—the plan

07 — taehyun from 3rd grade?

08 — bitchless and broke

09 — enemies to what??

10 — a sticky situation

11 — dinner date?

12 —birthday party

13 — the ningstinct

14 — pretty boy jeongie

15 — win her back

16 — loverboy #1 & #2

17 — steal your girl

18 — jeno's boyfriend

19 — deranged and in denial

20 — ...with benefits?

21 — homie hopping??

22 — ass backwards

23 – sugar daddy sim

24 — freaky flirting

25 — withdrawal

26 — princess jaem

27 —we dig the grave tonight

28 — thug it out

29 — not again

30 — the phonics of psychology

31 — betrayal.

32 — art thou shakespeare

33 — falling into place

34 — fuck around and find out

35 — lo$er = lo♡er

36 — brutal clarity

37 — regret

38 — last night was a movie

39 — hoe era

40 — my love all mine

41 — loverboy reject

42 —take her out

43 — MY boyfriend

44 —kiss on the court

bonus chaps tba!

taglist is now closed!

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Esos labios siempre le habían parecido lo más atractivo que había visto, pero ahora, bajo el tinte que adquirían y la atmósfera del lugar, se asemejaban a la fruta prohibida que Adán y Eva probaron. Y aunque Doyoon no se consideraba un pecador, estaba convencido de que lo sería al probarlos. “Un súcubo…” La imagen femenina de una criatura oscura pasa por su cabeza y puede imaginarse sin problemas a Sakmin con una cola puntiaguda, cuernos y alas negras subiéndose sobre la cama para arrebatarle la energía vital mientras le monta, haciendo los más exquisitos sonidos del mundo o murmurando entre gemidos que es un buen chico, que nunca había estado con un humano como él. Nuevamente se pierde en sus deseos más oscuros y la pregunta le hace abrir los ojos de golpe ante el doble sentido, ¿Cómo lo quiere? ¿Puede ser sincero y decir que sin ropa, abierto completamente piernas y a su total merced? Quizás, pero no sabe si es lo correcto, no puede arruinar la imagen que el otro tiene de él. Se rasca detrás del cuello, incapaz de no mirar esas lindas piernas que parecían invitarlo y esos ligueros que gritaban ser arrancados con los dientes, sintiéndose como un completo pervertido nuevamente. Doyoon sigue sus movimientos, enfocándose primero en la decoración sobre la piel con tinta, luego en la entre pierna y lencería está creada a la medida, dándole la misma imagen seductora y femenina que recuerda de años atrás. Traga saliva, regresando a la pantalla digital, revisando que la imagen sea nítida y ajustando un poco el brillo, luego presiona el botón más grande tres veces de manera simultánea, así podían elegir cuando de las fotografías era la mejor. “Esta faceta tuya… no la conocía.” No puede decir aquel secreto que todavía se oculta en su habitación, bajo un montón de ropa y en una caja con cosas que no podía botar, pero en el tiempo que llevan juntos solo ha conocido al Sakmin alegre, que acelera su corazón con un simple ‘Buenos días’ y que dejó se tratarlo tan formal, dando espacio a que Doyoon piense que está interesad en su persona. “Intenta apoyar tus manos en las sábanas… en cuatro, pero mirando hacia acá.” Ordena, su voz adquiere un tono diferente, ya no era la misma voz dulce y gentil que todos conocía, aquel chico que se avergüenza con facilidad hasta con un simple halago, sino que se deja llevar por las ideas más cautivadoras que tiene, usando el cuerpo del otro para satisfacer sus fantasías. “Y abre más la boca, Sakmin.”

Es  complejo  que  Sakmin  experimente  nerviosismo  con  un  tema,  pero  cuando  nota  la  ligera  sequedad  en  la  respuesta  acerca  de  su  primer  acercamiento,  le  hacen  abultar  sutilmente  el  labio  inferior  creyendo  que  tal  vez,  solo  tal  vez,  estaba  recibiendo  señales  mixtas.  ¿Y  si  Doyoon  realmente  solo  tenía  un  interés  en  él  meramente  profesional?  ¿Si  todo  aquel  circo  acababa  en  un  corazón  lastimado  y  rompiendo  su  relación  que  se  había  vuelto  tan  agradable  para  soportar  esos  cinco  años  de  matrimonio  forzado?  Pero  su  seguridad  vuelve,  como  un  oleaje  de  calor  que  se  transportaba  por  todo  su  cuerpo  gracias  a  la  mirada  que  recorría,  sin  vergüenza  alguna,  todo  su  cuerpo.  Las  siguientes  reacciones  más  animadas  le  hacen  reírse  suavecito,  llevando  la  mano  hasta  sus  labios  sin  tocarlos  para  no  arruinar  su  maquillaje.  -  —Gracias,  aunque  ahora  no  me  siento  tanto  como  un  hada,  sino  como  algún  tipo  de  demonio  —  -comenta,  echándose  un  vistazo  en  el  espejo  de  cuerpo  completo  que  estaba  frente  a  su  cama,  observando  cada  curva  y  como  las  prendas  abrazaban  lascivas  cada  porción  más  prominente  de  su  fisionomía  entera.  Cuando  escucha  que  está  listo,  el  mayor  se  mueve  hasta  el  pie  de  la  cama,  donde  la  cámara  apuntaba  directamente  y  se  sienta  en  lo  prístino  de  su  edredón  blanco,  cruzando  su  pierna  tatuada  cubierta  por  medias  y  ligueros,  ladeando  la  cabeza  ligeramente.  -  —¿Cómo  me  quieres,  Doyoon?  —  -su  pregunta  iba  con  dirección  a  las  poses,  pero  no  podía  evitar  sentir  ese  hormigueo  en  el  estómago,  señal  de  que  también  podrían  estar  hablando  de  posiciones  en  la  cama.  -  —Creo  que  tomaré  la  iniciativa  con  las  primeras  fotografías,  luego  puedes  decirme  que  quieres  que  haga  para  ti  —  -comenta,  sus  ojos  escaneando  el  lenguaje  corporal  del  más  alto  y  no  puede  evitar  sonreír  un  poco  más  amplio  al  notar  que  sus  pantalones  parecían  quedarle  más  pequeños  que  antes.  No  duda  en  dejarse  caer  más  en  el  centro  de  la  cama,  su  cuerpo  mirando  directo  a  la  cámara  mientras  se  arrodillaba  sobre  la  tela,  abriendo  ligeramente  las  piernas  y  una  de  sus  manos  se  posa  sobre  el  tatuaje  en  su  vientre,  su  cabeza  se  inclina  entrando  en  su  trance  de  modelo  y  espera  el  primer  flash.