#my girlfriend and i did laundry so that was a big reason why

[silhouettecrow]

365 Days of Writing Prompts: Day 326

Adjective: Dysfunctional

Noun: Elixir

Definitions for those who need/want them:

Dysfunctional: not operating normally or properly; deviating from the norms of social behavior in a way regarded as bad

Elixir: a magical or medicinal potion; a preparation supposedly able to change metals into gold, sought by alchemists; a particular type of medicinal solution

[wynnyfryd]

Trailer park Steve AU part 22

part 1 | part 21 | ao3

“…Go ahead,” he relents with a heavy sigh.

He turns the radio back on for background noise, and Robin launches herself into a breathless recap of every minute detail she’s ever learned about Eddie Munson. Genuinely impressive how quickly the words come out; Steve thinks that if her dream of becoming a linguistics researcher ever falls through, she’s got a bright future ahead of her as one of those speedreaders who rattle off the fine print at the end of pharmaceutical ads.

Warning: Discussion of Eddie Munson may cause nausea, heartburn, palpitations, sweaty armpits, and an inconveniently timed half-chub any time you use a pocket knife. Talk to your doctor to see if Discussion of Eddie Munson is right for you!

“Which brings us to tonight,” she’s saying when he zones back in. “Let’s examine the facts, shall we?”

“Must we?”

“Yes, we must.”

She makes a loose fist, lifting her pointer finger with an aggressive flourish to kick off her ‘list of reasons Eddie has a big, fat crush on you.’ “Fact number one: he was conveniently wearing a super nice outfit.”

“He said he ran out of laundry.”

“And we’re buying that?” she scoffs. Her middle finger springs up to join the first one. “Two: he was so disgustingly up in your personal space. Like, you really should have seen it; it was—”

Mwah. Mwah mwah mwah. “Yeah, I don’t need another demonstration.”

“Three” —there goes her ring finger— “he came to a movie rental store that you just so happen to work at and then left without renting a movie.”

“Because you did something to spook him!”

“Which brings me to my fourth and final point.” Her pinky lifts up to join the team, fingers spread wide like a paper fan, and she telescopes her arm to shove them back and forth under his nose until he goes a little cross-eyed and bitches about her distracting the driver.

“Cut it out! You want me to drive us into someone’s trash cans?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time.”

“Yeah, well I’m sending you the invoice when it scratches up the paint.”

She retreats to her side of the car, curling her back against the door and repeating, “My fourth and final point: I think he thinks we’re dating.”

“And? Everyone thinks we’re dating.”

“No, everyone wants us to be secretly dating,” she corrects. “But I’m pretty sure Eddie actually thinks I’m your girlfriend. You remember last week when you dropped me off at school?”

He does. Eddie had actually been there early for once; had been sitting on a bench out by the soccer fields, looking surly and half-asleep while he sucked down a cigarette. Hair all messed up by the wind. Looked kind of dangerous. Wild.

“He was, like, fully glaring at me when I walked into school that morning, and then he was super rude to me in band. Which, at the time, I was like, ‘oh, well I guess that’s just Eddie no one can ever tell what his mood’s gonna be like from day to day,’ but noo-o-ow…”

She starts squirming in her seat again, excitement overflowing as she finally cracks the case. “Now it all makes sense! Oh, my god! He totally hates me because he thinks we’re dating, and I’ll bet you anything he either didn’t know we work together or didn’t expect me to be there tonight and he totally, one hundred percent was there to flirt with you because he’s in lo—”

“Okay, Detective,” he cuts her off, because the tips of his ears are burning, and he doesn’t think he can handle her saying the L word out loud right now. “You’ve made your point, thank you.”

“Tell me I’m right.”

“Uh, no.”

“Come on.” She jabs at his side. “Tell me I’m right tell me I’m right tell me I’m—”

“—A fucking menace? Gladly.”

“Translation: I’m right and you’re mad about it,” she smirks, victorious.

Steve knocks his forehead against the wheel as he pulls up to her curb. “Why do I drive you places?”

“Because you love me." She flips her visor down to freshen up her lip balm, mumbling around the chapstick, "I’m adding Surly Best Friendlish to my list of fluencies; I think it'll really make my college applications pop."

"Yuh huh," Steve grumbles. The thought of Robin leaving for college always sits in his gut like raw bread dough — thick and heavy and gross, rising to form a swollen lump in his throat. "Didn't you already submit all of those?"

"Yes, I diiiid," she sings, shimmying her shoulders with pride. "Duke's gonna say yes, I just know it. Picture it with me: Robin L. Buckley," she gestures to an imagined marquee somewhere just beyond the windshield, "class of 1990."

Steve swallows the urge to be a sulky dick about it. "They'd be lucky to have you," he says quietly.

"Nope. No no, none of that. No moping." She tugs at his arm; links their elbows together. "You're not allowed to mope when we have a party to get ready for."

"No, you have a party to get ready for. I'm going home."

"Steeeve-uh!" Holy shit. He just had to be soulmates with the whiniest lesbian in a 500 mile radius, didn't he? "Come to the bonfire party with me!"

"Yeah, that's a no."

“It’ll be fun!"

It most certainly will not be. "You really want me to go freeze my ass off in the woods all night while a bunch of former classmates talk shit about me the second they think I'm out of earshot?" He's been to enough of his parents' 'networking events' over the years to know exactly how that'll go. A full night of subtly closed-off body language, smirking whispers and judgmental glances that dart away as soon as he meets them head on. Fuck that. "Thanks, but I'll pass."

He just wants to go home. Feels momentarily sick with the desire to drive himself to Loch Nora.

"What did I say about moping?" Robin asks. She shoves into his space, hugging his arm tighter and deploying her most lethal sad wet kitten face (and Steve doesn't even like cats; this shouldn't fucking work on him.) "Pleeeease," she begs. "Vickie's going to be there, and I could really use a friend."

"So ask a friend!"

"I am, dipshit!"

Oh, my god. Oh, my god. Goddamn this woman. Steve hangs his chin to his chest in defeat, notices the weird stain he got on his shirt during work. "I have some conditions," he concedes.

She throws her arms out wide. "Condition me, baby!"

"First— ew. Okay, I don't like that; don't call me baby." Yeesh, and furthermore, yuck. "First, I'm borrowing one of your shirts, and you're probably never getting it back."

"Understandable,” she nods as she gets out of the car. Steve follows her out, propping his elbows on the roof.

"Secondly,” he continues, “I'm getting very drunk at this stupid party, and you're figuring out how we get home."

She reaches out over the top of the car; gives his hand a quick squeeze when he puts it in hers. "That's three things," she says fondly, "but I can work with that."

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part 23

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[russellsppttemplates]

Bestie, I adore this new generation of yours! How about mama reacting to Hervè's dating life? Feels like shes the one with a big reaction when her baby boy brings a girls home and is all lovey dovey. Maybe he's just like his papa and she keeps teasing Charles about it.

Note: thank you 🥹 I wasn't expecting it, but I love writing about them!

"I'm sorry, could you point me to the bathroom, please? Hervé said it would be the only door and I'd recognise it but I think I went to the laundry room instead and I don't want you to feel like I'm snooping around the house", Hervé's girlfriend said as you and Charles loaded the dishwasher.

"Oh, it's that one on the left, near the stairs", you walked closer to the door with her, "and don't worry, I think the most shocking thing you'd find is either a mountain of my work files or unfolded clothes", you chuckled, hoping to put her more at ease.

Walking back to the kitchen, Charles noticed your smile, "she's a good girl, very polite and very kind", he noted, "she is very sweet, I understand why Hervé is so enamoured of her", you replied back. Chuckling, Charles couldn't help himself, "so no more finding you crying in the bathroom because your baby boy is no longer a baby and that some 'girl' is taking him away from you", receiving your threatening side eye.

"What does he mean when he says he's bringing his girlfriend? Does he even know what having a girlfriend is?", you reasoned, gesticulating and amusing your husband, "seriously, Charles. Maybe it's just a girl he likes, some good friends. He's still my baby boy and I'm not going to let some girl think she can just swoop him off his feet.", you said seriously to you husband, annoyed at his gleeful expression.

"Amour, you have to take this easy. I think I know who she is, I saw her when I picked him up the other day. He kissed her cheek and blushed all the way home even though I didn't even touch the subject", Charles tried, "Oh, I'm sure she fell for his eyes. They always glint, it was the same way with you. You Leclerc boys always find it in you to make us all swoon", you pouted, cuddling your husband as you wiped your cheeks, the tears now stains.

"Like I said, she's a nice girl", you stated, "and if he's happy, I'm happy too".

During the afternoon, you couldn't help but notice how Hervé behaved. He always offered her something whenever he got up to get something for himself, his arm resting on her thigh or around her shoulders, their giggles at a shared inside joke and how he looked at her. The signature Leclerc glint was inherited from his father and it left your heart feeling cosy at the thought that your boy was in a loving relationship.

"I loved it when you did that for me", you pointed out, focusing your eyes so Charles could also see Hervé's girlfriend resting her head on his shoulder as she spoke to Amélie about something from school, "now you don't love it anymore? Your head goes to my shoulder the minute I sit down next to you, woman!", he teased, kissing the side of your head, "he's learnt from you, and I know for a fact that that girl is being very well treated and cared for because of that", you kissed his jaw, "we Leclercs know how to care for our loves".

Later on the night, Hervé's girlfriend had left already and he was helping you with folding the table back to its usual size, tucking the middle piece of wood so it would be stable, "you really like her, don't you?", you asked, approaching your oldest son, "I do, mama. I know I'm still young, but right now this feels good", he said, "but that doesn't mean that I don't have space for you in my heart", he smirked, "Papa told me about your meltdown", he stretched his arms for a hug, making you hug him back, "you're not losing me, okay?".

"I know, I know, but you made a mama, I obviously can't let you go with anyone", you giggled, "besides, Amélie is all instructed in how she should be treated, I know she won't accept less than she deserves", you chuckled, "and I still have Thomas", you reasoned, "but the day someone comes to get him away from me, your father is going to have to have to pull his A game to distract me from it. I'm talking swoon worthy dates like the one where we both admitted we loved eachother because my heart will be broken".

(Thank you for submitting an ask 🤍)

[joedirtymadre]

Love your stories with Law and Corazon 😍. Can i request one too? I would love a familyscene with Cora, his SO and Law (they adopted him). The three live happily in a big house together. Someday they tell him that he's going to be a big brother (Coras girlfriend is pregnant). Law doesn't know how to feel. Old memories of Lamy come back and Law is afraid that they won't love him so much anymore.

The Test Results

CORAZON X READER! FAMILY FLUFF! (PLEASE SEND MORE REQUESTS! I GET REALLY HAPPY WHEN YOU SEND THEM! 😭)

“Law come on down, it’s time for lunch,” you called out as you finished making some onigiri. “Did you make onigiri?” He asked as he ran downstairs. “Yep, just the way you like it,” you smiled as you placed the plate down on the small round dining table.

Law quickly ran over to the chair and began eating. “Hey slow down! Before you choke,” you sighed as you handed him a cup of juice. “Fank you,” he chewed. “(Y/N)! Law!” You heard your husband call out, as he entered the house. “Hi honey, come sit I made onigiri,” you said. “Onigiri? For the fourth day in a row?” Corazon pouted. “Law asked for it again,” you explained. “This is favoritism,” Corazon said as he pointed to Law. Law responded by blowing a raspberry at him.

“Why you!” Corazon glared. “Ahh… (Y/N) he’s gonna get me,” Law said with a monotone voice as he ran behind me. “Stop bullying the 13 year old!” You playfully scoldEd him. “My own wife… betrayed me,” Corazon pouted and slowly walked over to the table. “Don’t worry, tonight I’ll make you some katsudon over curry and rice,” you said as you placed down the rice balls.

“Really?” Corazon asked enthusiastically. “Yep! Now Law can you go into my room and bring me the load of laundry I need to do. Plus yours,” you said, as you began washing the dishes. “K,” he said as he walked upstairs.

Law’s POV

I slowly walked into (Y/N) and Corazon’s room. I searched around, until I noticed the hamper by their desk. I went over to pick it up, “Why is this thing so heavy? It’s gotta be Corazon’s cape…” I said as I struggled to pick it up. While trying to lift it up, I knocked into their desk. Causing some papers and books to fall. “Dang it…” I sighed to myself as I walked over to pick up the stuff I knocked over.

I picked up the last paper on the floor, and noticed (Y/N)’s name on the top. “What’s this?” I asked as I read the document.

Patient Name: (Y/N)

Date: 5XX

Time: 13:07

Reason for Visit: Nauseousness

I am Dr. Shivell, contacting you to congratulate you on your recent test results. Your pregnancy results came back positive. Contact me via transponder snail to schedule your next appointment.

My hands trembled while holding the paper. “P-Pregnant?” I asked. “But…” my mind raced. What if they don’t want to care for me anymore? What if they abandon me? What if I hurt the baby? Or I can’t protect it like… I clutched onto my head, and fell to my knees.

(Y/N)’s POV

“Law might need some help,” you said to Corazon. “Ahh… I did throw my cape in there,” he said as he stood up. “Well no wonder! Go help him,” you huffed. You both slowly headed upstairs, “Go check to see if he’s in his room,” you said as you headed to your bedroom.

As soon as you stepped in you saw Law on the floor crying.

“Law?!” You shouted as you ran over. “Hey, hey what’s wrong?” You asked as you knelt down and pulled him into a hug. “What’s wrong? I heard shou- Law?!” Corazon shouted as he ran over. I looked at him with a worried/ confused look. “I know…” he choked out. “Know? Know what?” Corazon asked as he knelt down. “That (Y/N)’s pregnant!” He yelled. The room suddenly fell silent.

You slowly let go of Law. Helping him get to his feet, and placing your hands in his. “That’s right, sweetheart,” you said tearfully. “Why didn’t you tell me?! Were you planning to leave me?” He asked angrily. “Leave you? We’d never do that, you’re too special to us for that,” you smiled and you moved your hand to cup his face. “So why?” He asked with a tremble in his voice.

“Well… Law, we just wanted to find a good time to tell you. We didn’t mean to hide it from you, we actually found out recently too,” Corazon confessed. “Mhmm, now come here. I’d never leave you,” you said as you pulled him into a tight hug. “What if I ask for too many rice balls, and Corazon tries to toss me out?” He asked. “I’d throw him to the streets before he’d lay a finger on your,” you said, causing Law to laugh. “You see Law? So you’re not going anywhere,” Corazon said as he scruffed up Law’s hair.

“But… what if something happens to the baby? What if I can’t protect them?” He asked. “That’ll never happen, cause we’ll be right there with you, trying to protect both of you,” you reassured him. “S-So do you know what gender it’ll be?” Law asked nervously. “Hmmm… I was hoping to keep it a secret, but I’ll make an exception,” you smiled. You slowly leant down to Law’s ear, “It’s gonna be a girl,” you whispered. You watched as Law’s face slowly lightened up. “A girl,” he whispered excitedly.

[tan1shere]

Okay I am obsessed with film wife! Can you do like a fight imagine? Maybe the reader and Miko get into a huge argument but have to act like everything is okay to everyone else. (With whatever ending you choose) I just wonder how she’d be in an argument.

Make it up to you

Young Miko x Female reader !

A/n: at your service 😌 enjoy everyone !!

Summary: you both work alot, but Miko has been taking some time off, to have a break. Not for the best reasons. So when you ask nicely the morning before the incident, to do some things around your shared apartment and come back to them not been done. All hell breaks loose. But don't worry she will make it up to you ;)

Warnings: angst, smut, so mdni. Fingering (r!receiving) bathtub sex ?? Mentions of drinking, fair warning I do not speak Spanish so there probably won't be anything in here apart from some names 🙃

Masterlist

She's coming through the door. She had been drinking, you could smell the tangy stench from your stance in the living room, of your small apartment you and Miko shared.

Later that morning

"Hey, do you think you can do a few things for me while I'm at work?" You ask the silvery blonde sitting on the couch, watching TV. She hums. "Miko?" As you say that she looks at you. But briefly. "Yeah yeah sure, whatever you need baby." You put your shoes on. "Just the dishes and the laundry thats piling up in the wash house." You grab your keys, but not before giving her a kiss goodbye. "Please do those things I asked." You smile at her sweetly, she nods in return.

"This is the 4th night in a row you've been out." You speak dryly. You dunno what's gotten into her but she's spiraling. "So what." She shrugs, closing the door and beginning to take off her shoes. "María." Oh she's fucked. "What the hell is up with you, do enlighten me because I'm getting sick of this behavior." She scoffs. "What are you my mother." You furrow your brows at that statement. "I'm swamped with so much shit at work the least you could do is tidy up a bit around here. In our home." She doesn't say anything. You go closer to her. "Baby just tell me what's bothering y-" She looks at you with anger. "You wanna know why I've been out drinking huh? Why I'm taking a break from work. I have absolutely no motivation and all I feel like doing is nothing." She spat, stomping closer to you. You back up a bit confused by this sudden behavior. "And I don't need you nagging me to do stuff all the god damn fucking time." You stare at her. "There's no. Need to take it out on me." She rolls her eyes. "That's the thing. I want to take it out on you. You're infuriating."

Shock. Disbelief. Did she really just say that. Your face softens, you slowly look down. "Maybe you should be the one made to do the dishes." She pokes your shoulder making you move it slightly, grabbing onto it. Feeling tears prick at the corners of your eyes. You wanted to say something, but you just couldn't. So instead you go into your guys room, letting them slowly fall as you grab her pillow and chuck it at her. "You're a fucking asshole." You look at her with the tears streaming down. She's fucked up big time. And she realizes in that moment. "Bab-" But you don't hear it as you slam the door in her face. Curling up on the bed. All you wanted was something nice to come home to. Come home to your loving girlfriend to have some time with her, coming back to a nice clean apartment. After an awful day at your boring job.

But there was none of that. None of her at all. You came home to a mess, making your stress levels increase, making you stress more to find she wasn't even home to greet you. She was out drinking like some old man, who was wishing his life away. That's not Miko. At all. You didn't want to think any longer, bringing the sheets over your body. Crying yourself to sleep.

You woke up early the next morning like you usually did. Getting ready to enter hell, putting on a smile. Miko was never awake at this time so you prayed you didn't have to conversate with her until atleast later on in the evening. You leave your guys shared room to see her on the couch, dead asleep. You let out a tiny breath of relief. Heading out the door quietly to go to work.

You try to get the right key about to open the door. You had come home later and let's just say you were very tired. You were fully expecting Miko to be gone. Again. But confusion washed over you when you smelt food? You open the door more to see the table set with a full meal. You look around. Dishes, clean. "Miko?" You call out, as you set your stuff down. You look into your apartment further hearing a tap going, you head for the bathroom seeing her kneeling at the bath putting some bubbles in there and fixing up a few last things. You melt at the fact she's done all this.

She notices your presence. Quickly standing. "I uhm. I apologize for last night, and- the many nights before." She sighs but continues. "It was wrong of me to say what I said it truly was. You work so hard, I never really realized nor appreciated it. You're amazing and to have to deal with my ass like you do is amazing. Again, I'm so deeply sorry." You smile at her, immediately going to kiss her with so much passion. "Thank you for all of this. But I just want to say. You can come to me my love. If you're going through something I'm here, always will be. You don't needa go off drinking like some middle-aged man. You have me." You say with so much adoration. She smiles at you and nods. "I love you."

"I love you." After a moment she gestures for you to follow her. "I cooked." Your smile widens. You love when she cooks for you, she makes the best food. "It smells amazing baby." That made her truly happy inside. "I'm so glad you like it." She kisses your cheek and joins you at the table.

As you finish you lean back into your chair. "Ah ah- I already planned your bath, then you can have some well needed rest. I might of gotten you the day off.. For 3 days." You look at her, even more confused then you were, when you came in. "How- what- huh?" She nods, going to stand. "I did some persuading." She winks at you, earning a light chuckle from your lips. "I missed this. Us having our meals. You." She rubs your arm. "I won't let what happened last night happen ever again. It was wrong and hurtful, again I'm so sorry mama." You just hug her, feeling so grateful for what you had with her.

"Right bath time. Go get ready- we'll un ready rather. But go do that and I'll get you the last things you'll need." You get on your tiptoes to kiss her, scurrying off to the bathroom, the smell was beautiful and calm in there, the lights were a lil dim only source of light was from the small candles littered around. You undress, hoping in and letting out a content sigh, closing your eyes as you let the warmth go over your body. Miko comes in with a fresh towel and your night clothes. Setting them on the counter. She gives you a smile before leaving. "Wait-" You make her stop in her tracks. Turning to face you.

"Please join me, will you?" She begins to walk back in taking her shirt off, and everything else getting in with you. You move so she can squeeze in behind you, putting her arms around your torso and holding you close. "Thank you." You say with a genuine smile. "You're so very welcome." A comforting silence fell upon the room. Until it started to get steamy, and no not because of the water temperature. Her hands start to slowly move over your body. Inching closer to where you need her. "Please.." You blurt out. She hushes you gently. "I will, promise. I wanna take care of my girl." You bit your lip as her hand came closer. Closer. Then boom, that amazing feeling of her fingers sent a shockwave through your body, reaching her destination. You let out a soft moan, feeling her fingers creeping to your center.

Slipping them in with ease, she began to move them in you. Adding another finger, stretching you out. You let your head fall back onto her shoulder. "Good apology?" She breathes out watching as you begin to grind your hips down on her hand. "Mhmm-" You let out, cutting it short with yet another moan. "F-feels so good." "Only the best for you mama, only the best." You bit your lip as she increases the speed, letting your mouth hang open as you near your orgasm. She feels it, feels you clench. "There you go, cum for me mi amor." The name rolled off her tongue effortlessly. Not the only thing she can do with that tongue. You let go almost immediately. Letting out the most pretty sounds (according to her) she continues until you are completely finished. Removing her fingers, and using her other and to brush hair out of your face. It was safe to say, she was never going to do what she did again.

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

ep 6. people | myj, jjk

sugar, spice, and everything nice ep 6. people.

pairing(s): yoonji x reader x jungkook

summary: Somehow, Min Yoonji found herself in a threesome with Jeon Jungkook and his girlfriend. Somehow. And of course it's not over, because how could Yoonji stop once she's started? And what the fuck is she supposed to do the morning after? Uh oh.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; note: a discussion of depression, previous childhood abuse, touching on suicidal thoughts; pan!f!reader; pan!Yoonji; internalized homophobia; gay panic; f/f/m love triangle; threesome smut (heavy wlw focus, excessive kissing, scratching, voyeurism, m and f-receiving oral, f-masturbation, slight face-sitting); non-idol!AU - Yoonji's POV

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Well, this was awkward.

In a book or movie, this would have been scene end. Case closed. In real life, Yoonji had to stand awkwardly in her own bedroom as Jungkook and his partner-in-crime cleaned themselves up in the bathroom. It had been a… messy situations, to say the least. She managed to throw her underwear and jeans into her laundry hamper and yanked on a pair of black sweatpants, going commando. Whether that was a good decision or not remained to be seen. She also couldn’t stand her bra dangling about under her sweater so she took it off. And put her sweater back on.

Yoonji didn’t know why she felt weird about being naked, but she did.

There was no rational reason to feel weird about it after what just transpired. Then again, what just transpired wasn’t rational. So. Yeah. Yoonji almost jumped when Jungkook walked into her bedroom.

Naked.

Uh, well, his clothes were all over the floor.

He saw her – obviously – and stopped moving for a moment, big eyes wide. Yoonji wasn’t sure what he expected. She looked away quickly, not wanting to make him feel uncomfortable with her staring, as if she hadn’t ogled him balls deep in another woman less than five minutes before.

“S-Sorry,” he blurted.

“It’s okay,” she replied much too quickly. She cleared her throat and spoke more calmly. “It’s cool.”

It, no, she wasn’t cool, but Yoonji had to say something.

“I… I’ll just, uh, find my pants…”

She made an unimpressed tut. “Why? I’ve seen everything.” And turned back.

Jungkook shot up, clutching his balled-up pants in front of his crotch.

“Uh… well…” He blinked quickly. “Dunno if you, uh, wanna… continue. ‘Cause you don’t have to. Or anything.”

Her cheeks heated up. It then occurred to Yoonji that, actually, she hadn’t seen much of Jungkook’s backside. The lower half, precisely. Since obviously he had taken his shirt off before for things like swimming. And such. She winced, not enjoying her own mental gymnastics. He continued giving her an uneasy, apprehensive look.

“Yoonji-noona?”

She was startled back into reality. Her eyes darted about.

“Jungkook, ah…”

He tilted his head at her, puzzled. “Uh?”

“I’m sorry if you… um. Feel left out.”

He scratched his head. “I don’t? Or, you mean…”

They stood there. Him naked and her not. Yoonji sighed. This wasn’t like her. Aren’t we friends? She couldn’t take this strangeness after all. Perhaps it was understandable, but she didn’t like it. “I’m not trying to be weird on purpose.” Even though it was weird. Definitely. “I don’t know. Eh, I do know. I’m still a little afraid of you and I, but at the same time I’m not since we’ve been through a lot in our friendship. And I’m… I’m wrapped up in her, I think,” she confessed. She forced herself to stop looking at the floor and at him.

Turned out, he was mindlessly staring at the floor too.

Jungkook looked back up. He smiled sheepishly.

“Me too.” His face contorted. “Uh, about you and me. And her. If that makes sense.”

She pursed her lips. “I certainly saw a side of you today.”

He grimaced. “Noona, please… Understand that it’s, uh, the moment… I get excited…” His hands shifted and kept the bunched pants in front of his crotch. “Don’t tell anyone…”

Yoonji scoffed. “Who the fuck am I gonna tell that I had a threesome with you and your girlfriend?”

“Dunno, but at least tell ’em I have a nice ass.”

He jerked and there she was standing in the doorway. Running a hand through her hair, amused smile, confidently naked. She did have a nice ass, Yoonji concluded. Unlike Jungkook, she had to also wash her face. Because of Yoonji, mostly. And Jungkook’s, er, enthusiasm. His girlfriend looked from one to the other. Her hair curled over her shoulder in that recently-had-sex kind of way.

She asked the obvious.

“Are we getting dressed?”

Very direct.

“Um.” Yoonji fidgeted with the waistband of her sweatpants. “I… I feel weird with no clothes on.”

The answer came from two months at the same time.

“Why?”

Why? Good question. She almost defended herself and then she saw Jungkook’s expression. Why. Her eyes drifted to behind him. Why, indeed. “I think… Maybe.” A thought occurred to her that she never previously said out loud but was probably true. “I think I’m scared to appear weak. Being naked makes me see myself as weak, somehow.”

Her admission was met with agreement.

“Of course. You are vulnerable.”

Yoonji raised her head to scorched eyes. The other woman ticked her head and walked around Jungkook, but not before shooting him a look and making his ears turn red. Then she focused back onto Yoonji.

“My guess is that you’re probably had a few sexual experiences that sucked in the emotions department?”

She hated how accurate she was. But all Yoonji could do was let out an annoyed puff.

“A few? Probably all.”

Instead of laughing or teasing her though, the other woman nodded. Yoonji rubbed her temples and pushed her hair back, out of her face. When Yoonji was younger, her hair had been straight cut bangs and a blunt bob, but as she got older, she kept it at longer length and opted for curtain bangs. Timeless. Classic. Borderline boring so no one would look twice at her. That was how she wanted it to be. She spied her grey-and-black sleeve at the edge of her vision. Until someone interfered, that is. She raised her gaze to hers.

“I used them,” Yoonji admitted. “All men. Even if I knew the truth…” She trailed off, but the implication was clear enough. “I’m still attracted to men, so… I became one of the guys. Can’t stray if you don’t have the option, right? It’ll be easier, I told myself. But, deep down, I knew.” She looked at Jungkook guiltily. Then back to the other woman.

And she said it.

“I’m scared to like a woman.”

She didn’t know why she said it. But, also, she knew. Woman was the first thought she had when she had met her that day in the park. She had felt the pull too, even if she hadn’t wanted to. Woman. For a long time, Yoonji thought she knew what that word meant. For a long time, she fought against what that word meant, not wanting to be confined to the cage that woman seemed to hold over her. Not because she was at odds with her gender, but because if she balked to it, then it meant that she needed to face herself more honestly. She didn’t want to think of herself as a liar, which probably explained why Yoonji jumped at the chance so impulsively once it was offered.

Shit.

It must have been a short second, but the other woman regarded her with indefinite understanding. She knew, somehow. As if she too went through this thought process at some point, although probably a long time ago, and could recognize it in Yoonji. And, for the first time in her life, Yoonji felt as if someone understood her on a deeper level than anyone else.

The corner of those tempting lips tugged upward.

“Hate to break it to you, but I think you already like a woman.” Light shrug. “At least enough to fuck.”

A muscle in Yoonji’s eyelid twitched.

“You’re so freaking annoy–”

She didn’t get to finish because she was kissed. She willed her body to resist, to fight back. It was a hollow, ingenuine wish. Her body was honest, melting into those soft, memorable lips. Into her. Her luxurious scent, close again. Her insistent presence. Her body within touching distance, and Yoonji raised her hands, wanting yet reluctant.

The kiss broke into a whisper.

“You brought this because of me, right?” that silken voice purred.

Yoonji viewed those burning eyes through lashes.

“Yeah.”

Her taste lingering on her lips.

“I want you to take it off because of me too.”

Part of her wanted to say fuck off or that would never work on me or anything that deferred to common sense. The other part of her wanted to have a cleverer comeback than that. But the part of Yoonji that mattered detected the lens that being held up to her with those words. This was bait. The longer she stared into those glowing coals, the clearer their intention became. Someone who had been burned before. Someone who expected to be disappointed. Someone who expected dishonesty.

She hated to disappoint, but.

Yoonji just couldn’t bring herself to be scared anymore.

The horny had finally won out over the fear.

Her fingers grasped the bottom of the sweater that she had bought because of the woman in front of her. She pulled it up and over her head. Cool air rushed over her hot skin, making her shiver. Yoonji caught a glimpse of her stunned expression. She didn’t hide, but unease and embarrassment were creeping in, even with the sweatpants still on, since now they had seen everything now in some form or another. Yoonji would be lying if she said she was wholly confident. She had always been on the slender side. Pale, willowy. It didn’t matter. This nervousness had less to do with her actual appearance and more to do with the racing thud-thud-thud of her heart, so she reached up, took the other woman’s face in her hands, and kissed her again.

The taste of her lips erased all doubts.

It was as if time stopped. Like the world shifted. Like nothing else mattered except those lips, that tongue, those hands skimming over her elbows, and Yoonji brought them chest to chest, gasping at the supple softness. The sensation of her hard nipples against skin, but also her curves on hers. Gentle sensitive pressure tingled throughout her nerves, blissful, and she felt hands slide over her back, fingernails dancing down her spine, and before Yoonji could question herself, she murmured, “Scratch me.”

She did.

Pain blended with paradise. Yoonji gasped, her hands on the other woman’s shoulders, harder, shuddering, closing her eyes to imagine the imagery of those glistening red nails sinking into her skin, dragging down, leaving lines of flaring pink behind. Over. And over. Crisscrossing. Aching. It hurt in the best way possible. It made the moment real. The sensation of stinging pain solidified the intensity of her desire. Her want was worthy and responded to in kind, and so Yoonji leaned in and caught that talented tongue, sucking on it, mixing saliva with saliva.

The hands clawed down, sliding into her sweatpants.

A deep moan vibrated in her throat, letting go as she felt the waistband being pushed down, nails scraping over her ass, squeezing it, spreading it.

“Look at me.”

The only thing making her hesitate just a little was the constant jolt in her chest every time they locked eyes. The world fell into place. Two pieces of a puzzle that fit together perfectly even though Yoonji wasn’t sure what the completed image was supposed to be yet. It was illogical. Irrational. Past the physical. Past the mind games that weren’t really mind games at all. She could die in these arms right now and be happy with that.

A wry smile.

The temptress shifted her gaze, and Yoonji’s head turned too, confused, forgetting she wasn’t alone, and there was Jungkook. Seated on the edge of the bed, looking back at them with big eyes and an open mouth.

At least he had the decency to still hold onto his balled-up pants.

It didn’t hide his massive erection, but it was the thought that counted.

“Uh…”

“Having fun?”

Yoonji frowned, nestling deeper into the embrace. “Don’t objectify us.”

His cheeks flushed pink. “Well, you are objectively hot, noona.”

“Y… You…” Hot blood rushed to her ears.

“He’s not wrong, you know.”

Now Yoonji wanted to look at neither of them. “Fuck you.”

That husky voice chuckled darkly.

“The sooner, the better. Please.”

-

“Do you want to touch him?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“I want to touch you right now. Call it obsession.”

She tried to come off calm and collected. The other woman could see the forest beyond the trees. Yoonji thought that she would be called out. Instead, the response was, good, I wasn’t ready to give him up to you yet, and she was removed from the scrutiny of those dark, knowing eyes. Between kisses, Jungkook was saying something, but Yoonji was preoccupied with the graceful back presented to her, letting the other two be entangled with each other for the moment.

Her fingertips touched that smooth skin.

Traced the shoulder blades of the other woman. Remembered her touch, soft and insistent. Yoonji had calluses from her fingers, both from working on and playing guitars. She wondered how that felt for someone unaccustomed to such roughness. Then again, her partner-in-crime was workout junkie Jungkook. Maybe she has a preference for roughness. Her fingertips drifted down her spine, bending down to trail kisses after, listening to the feminine body under her. The tremble. The soft gasps. The vibration of pleasure under her lips heavenly, delicious, pressing her tongue flat against skin and licking upwards.

Her head turned as Yoonji rose, and lips met lips, traces of Jungkook still lingering to her tongue.

“Damn, that’s fucking hot.”

Yoonji cracked open an eye to glare at him, who simply gave her an am-I-wrong shrug.

No, he wasn’t.

Watching her give him head was fascinating.

Even without Jungkook’s yelp and subsequent whining, she could tell she was witnessing a master at oral. No hands, only tongue, and a flexible one at that, licking around his balls with his cock fully buried into her throat. Yoonji was pretty damn confident of her own tongue technology, but sadly she was out of practice. She doubted she could do swallow that fast and that deep without warming up at the very least.

She didn’t mean to stare.

Then again, this was happening above her head so she basically had a front-row seat.

Jungkook was kneeling on the bed, one hand clutching the headboard, his hard cock lost in the depths of an impossible mouth. Fuck, she even made it look sexy. It wasn’t sloppy or uncontrolled. Swift, constant, and the same depth every time. Yoonji heard Jungkook ask if her needed to be lower and she wondered how his lover was supposed to respond with a mouthful of dick.

One of the woman’s hands on the bed moved and tapped the inside of his knee, making him spread them further apart.

Well, evidently, they had their own language for that.

Yoonji slid down a little more, staring from more set of lips to the other.

Wet, sweet-smelling, divine.

An inkling of self-loathing nagged at her that she should have learned to hate it. She did not. She reached up, tracing, admiring the shape and shiver of another woman’s pussy. Clean-shaven. Not necessary, yet she appreciated the unconcealed beauty. She ran her fingertip over the slightly puffy lips, probably due to arousal. Impossibly supple, silky skin. Foreign but familiar. Yoonji realized she had never seen another woman from this angle. Not in real life, anyway. Excitement bubbled in her chest. She slipped a finger inside, enveloping herself in the quiver of those silky walls, feeling them tighten around her. The scent was heavier now, stronger, and Yoonji realized it wasn’t really what she was looking at that was turning her on so much.

It was who.

She placed her hand on the other woman’s thigh. Nudged her hips down, angling them toward her mouth, and drank.

Damn, she was thirsty.

The viscous juices stuck to her lips, her tongue, the heady taste flooding her mouth, and for a moment she only licked, shoving her tongue inside the wet heat, fuck, so good, how does she taste so good, heavy and rich and addictive, suffocating herself with the soft thighs around her head. Yoonji had tasted herself before, experimentally, and she hadn’t thought much of it. Her own taste was rather mild, she had thought. This was different. There was a sweetness, yes. Musk, perhaps, but more than that. Her arousal covered her tongue like syrup, and Yoonji had the compulsive urge to smother herself, paint herself with it, drown in her.

Yoonji heard Jungkook groan and she wanted to say, same.

She tilted her head and ran her tongue upwards, circling.

She did not expect to find what she was looking for in her first try. She didn’t. That was okay though; they shared the same anatomy thankfully, and Yoonji did know that she herself enjoyed exploring tongue. She listened for the hitch in breath and, with slight coaxing, she was rewarded with tense thighs under her fingers and a vibrating hum above her head. She felt the dip and pressure on her tongue, concentrating at that precise spot and closing her lips around it.

And she pleasured her.

Admittedly, this was probably affecting her more than her partner. Yoonji hoped that she could forgive and realize that she had no idea what the hell she was doing. What she knew was from her own experience only – constant pressure, not too aggressive, and no straying from the pace. Still, it was impossible to ignore the decadent slick on her chin, the weight of another on top, the forceful thrust as those hips bucked and pressed her head into the mattress, mounting her face a bit more firmly, and Yoonji couldn’t help but moan in her throat, feeling messy and dominated and wanting more, more, digging her fingers of one hand into the soft curve of that perfect ass.

Her other hand snaked down her stomach.

She couldn’t stop.

Diving between her legs, stroking herself, leaking wetness and collecting it on two fingers to stimulate herself more as she ate another pussy out, rubbing her tongue against that pulsing clit, straining her jaw to keep the suction. It was hard to breathe but she didn’t care. Tightness blossomed over her chest, her upper thighs, her neck, straining, closer, adrenaline overtaking, so close to the end, so close. If Yoonji had more of her senses, she would have relished in Jungkook moaning loudly in astonishment and begging for mercy. All she could hear was the roar of her own heartbeat in her ears and the delicate but inevitable cracking of her resolve getting thinner and thinner, harshly rubbing her swollen, throbbing clit as her tongue worked on another.

“Ah, fuck!”

This she did hear shattering through her reverie and then she felt a hand grip the crown of her head, those hips freezing in place, and then hot, gushing spasms under her lips, onto her chin, shaking and spilling, heaving flinches of pleasure radiating through her. Cutting off her air. Her eyes rolled back in her head and Yoonji came, her lower body locked, clamping a hand over her trembling pussy, her juices seeping through her fingers, containing the excruciating heat and aching pleasure with pressure, sending the turbulent waves up her torso and into her head in low, expansive shudders.

The orgasm made her feel like she was floating on electrified, sensual air.

It has never felt like this.

Not the high.

The attraction.

Fuck.

-

Yoonji woke up to shirtless Jeon Jungkook face down in her bed.

Snoring away his problems. Absolutely rawdogging it without a pillow. Someone who didn’t know him would be appalled at his complete disregard for neck support. Or maybe scream at his naked presence altogether. Occasionally she had shared a bed with Hoseok and once with Seokjin; both enjoyed the habitual ritual of matching pajamas. Yoonji had never shared a bed with Jungkook before, but she had heard enough from Jimin and Taehyung about his sleeping habits so she wasn’t surprised at his current state. His head was a mop of black hair. His muscular back rose and fell. Well, he was alive. Somehow the covers had migrated around his waist, which explained why Yoonji was freezing her tits off.

She just sighed and begrudgingly sat up.

Then realized she, too, was naked.

Oh, yeah.

For a brief moment she wished she had been drunk enough to forget everything that happened last night. Not even close. The memories played back in jarring flashes and splashes of sensation. She didn’t deny them, but if she didn’t get out of bed right now there would probably be (wet) consequences. As if her sheets hadn’t seen enough. She needed to do laundry.

But, first.

There was someone missing.

Yoonji tried not to feel disappointed. It was pretty damn difficult. She looked down, seeing clothes scattered all over the floor. She noted right away that the dark red slip dress and black bomber jacket were still here. That relieved her a bit, although Yoonji did not think for long why that was so. Instead, she went to her dresser and yanked out an oversized beige sweatshirt, pulling it over her head to warm up a bit.

She heard the sound of running water from her bathroom.

To say hope leapt to her throat was an understatement.

I don’t care, I swear.

She filed that thought away in the mental compartment of and-other-lies-I-tell-myself and quietly made her way to the bathroom, stepping over the clothes absentmindedly. Jungkook was not going to wake up unless he wanted to or if a bomb went off. Even then, hard to say. She felt a little bad leaving him behind, yet the idea of being alone with her, if only for a few moments, if only…

The bathroom door was slightly ajar.

She saw a sliver of someone in the mirror, bending down. The splash of water sang in her ears. Yoonji lightly touched the door with her fingertips and softly called out her name.

A shiver went up her spine as she did so.

“Hm?”

She heard the unceremonious sound of spitting and the door opened wider to a sleepy face and throaty mumble.

“Ah, Yoonji. I had to rinse out my mouth to save you from trauma.”

She couldn’t reply for a moment. Is it to fair for someone to look so beautiful in the morning? She didn’t look that different from last night – obviously, Yoonji, she hadn’t been wearing any makeup, stop being an idiot – but her lips were now deep mauvy-pink. Glossy. A single water droplet clung to her full lower lip. She was wearing Jungkook’s black hoodie, swamped in the fabric, with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. It still smelled like him, that clean laundry scent persisting amidst sultry, feminine perfume. Her hair was messy from sleep. She frowned and ran a hand through it, using the dampness of her palm to straighten it out a bit.

“Trauma?” Yoonji echoed, not listening.

The devil’s smile reappeared. “Dental hygiene is important.”

She felt her cheeks flush, realizing she should keep her mouth pointed away. “I have spares. Here, let me get a toothbrush for you,” she mumbled, embarrassment rising as she noticed her voice was croaky from sleep.

The other woman stepped aside to move out of the way, calling after her back. “It’s fine. I can just go home.”

But Yoonji was already kneeling, rifling through the bottom cabinet. She found a white toothbrush, still sealed in the plastic case over the bristles, and shot up quickly, holding it out to a stunned face. Those eyes darted from the outstretched offering to Yoonji’s expression.

That gaze softened to a kindling burn.

“Ah… You don’t need to.”

Yoonji poked the air with the toothbrush, glaring stubbornly.

They stared either other down. Proximity close, and yet Yoonji could sense the distance in those scorched eyes. Lashes lowering. Expression undefined. It was only an item, and they both knew what it meant if she accepted it.

She gave Yoonji a gentle final warning.

“A toothbrush is for a repeat offender, you know,” that husky voice reminded her.

For a moment, silence.

Then Yoonji narrowed her eyes and grabbed the woman’s hand with her free one, shoving the white toothbrush into her open palm. Closing those long fingers around it while her heart thudded like a relentless bass beat, so hard it threatened to swallow her chest, and then she immediately het go and turned around, grabbing her own black toothbrush.

“Just brush your fuckin’ teeth.”

Yoonji did not look up to see the reaction.

She couldn’t, busying herself with her routine, running the bristles under the water before jamming toothpaste onto them. Right into her mouth it went, furiously brushing without even once looking at the mirror. It was several, heart wrenching seconds of panic.

And then.

She felt a presence lean in beside her.

“I can borrow this, right?”

A hand with red-and-orange glistening fingernails gestured to the toothpaste. Yoonji nodded gruffly and handed it over, backing away to give access to the sink. For several minutes, they stood there in silence, not looking at each other, brushing away. That was only mildly a lie, because Yoonji did look over to see the other woman staring at the wall, or her white towels, or probably nothing at all. She seemed deep in thought. Yoonji had to bend over to rinse out her mouth first.

She made sure to wipe the lip of the plastic cup she used before handing it over.

A surprised eyebrow raised.

Yoonji cocked one back. “Your face was literally between my legs. We can share a damn cup.”

She saw her stifle a laugh and concede.

It was a little awkward, standing there as another finished her routine, but Yoonji didn’t want to leave yet. She wanted to feel that warmth of her presence a little longer. She saw that the hem of the hoodie skimmed her upper thighs and raised slightly when she bent over the sink. Not that Yoonji was looking at that magnificent ass. Oops. Yet she felt a faint twinge of envy seeing those curves. She was proud of her slender legs, yet sometimes she was jealous of women with more shapely thighs and calves. Curves were an unmistakable, prominent sexiness. Her own slim body type sometimes made Yoonji feel more like a pretty girl rather than a commanding feminine presence. She took the moment to appreciate and admire though. I got to touch her. Hold her. Be with her, if only for one night. It was a good chance to turn comparison into a silver lining.

The sound of water was no longer present.

She felt that prickling sensation when she knew someone is looking at her.

Yoonji looked up.

Jungkook’s girlfriend was watching at her with amusement.

Oh, shit, I’m as bad as he is.

And then the distance was gone and her air was replaced with minty breath. Soft lips, pressing to hers.

And, like Jungkook, Yoonji melted with one kiss.

It’s only a kiss, silly.

The heat drew away and she drew a breath, trying not to shudder. Had to open her eyes, bewildered that she had closed them. They glanced at each other. Then didn’t. The morning-after air felt a little different. More delicate. Strangers that knew how the other tasted. Yoonji looked back to her. She was absentmindedly flicking water off the toothbrush head.

“What?”

Those scorched eyes returned to her. A pause.

Then a faraway smile.

“It’s nothing.”

“Tell me,” Yoonji insisted.

Something in that expression. Familiar but unknown. She couldn’t shake the feeling of déjà vu and jamais vu all at once. It was subtle. She watched a mental battle play out in the silence, then a not-so smile appeared. One that Yoonji knew well.

She had formed it herself numerous times.

“I think my younger self would be shocked to know what psycho shit I’m doing right now,” her maybe-please-let-it-be lover mused. “Shocked that I’m even still alive.”

Yoonji stared at her and understood.

She had mentioned it to the others before when they had been going through hard times, but never delved into it. It was a depressing topic of conversation, after all. The only person who really knew how dark her thoughts had become at one point was her best friend, Jung Hoseok. He truly listened to anything she said without judgement. Hoseok had convinced her to go and speak to a professional about it. She hadn’t wanted to, said she was over it, said she didn’t think like that anymore, even thought that such discussions couldn’t help, but once again Hoseok was right. She hadn’t processed those internal demons as well as she thought. Now, she was able to speak more calmly about it.

“Mine, too,” Yoonji admitted quietly.

A half-smile, but this time directed at her.

“I didn’t want us to have that in common.”

Yoonji shrugged. “Despite my best efforts, I’m a sensitive bitch.”

A small laugh that came from her chest. Yoonji found she very much enjoyed hearing it. Get a grip. The source of her stomach flutters tilted her head.

“Was it them or was it you?”

She thought back to those therapy sessions years ago. “Me. Me feeling unworthy, never enough. Me feeling like I was falling into the abyss. Me thinking I needed to be someone to somebody,” she muttered, shaking her head. “I hated being around people. I hated being alone more. It didn’t matter, because I was always alone when surrounded by people. It got so bad that I couldn’t be around others without feeling like I was suffocating. I never wanted anyone to see the real me. She is not nice, not ladylike, and she could not fit nicely into the boxes society placed down for her. I thought she… No, I thought I was a burden. I thought I didn’t need to be here.” She glanced up, expecting pity.

The other woman simply nodded, listening.

Truthfully, Yoonji appreciated that. She continued. “I had a friend in university who was really into music. He needed someone to help him play piano. Someone in the music department gave him my name. I didn’t think too much about it. I was still determined to stay closed off. But, somehow, through him…” I met them all through Namjoon. First Hoseok. Then Jimin. Seokjin. Taehyung. Jungkook. “I don’t think I considered them friends back then, but that was who they were. And then I realized that, even if I think I’m not that great, maybe I should try to be for people who care about me, even if I think it’s misguided. They chose to stand by me. I should at least do the same. Life is too short to not try.”

“Hmmmm.” This little miscreant had the audacity to smirk. “You are a sensitive bitch.”

Yoonji scowled and redirected the question. “What about you?”

That gaze darkened.

“Them.”

A light scoff and then a sigh.

“Being a successful daughter was the purpose of my birth. I wasn’t a son, after all. Had to make up for that. I think I was told that over a million times. If not, I was told I could be replaced,” she added with a morbid chuckle. “My worth depended on what achievements I could obtain. At the expense of others, of myself, it didn’t matter. There were consequences if I couldn’t claw my way to the top, so I did. Top of my class. Pretty meant thin until I was skin and bones. Dead on the inside so everyone could fill me with their expectations. I wanted to end it. Just so I could have something, anything, that could only be my own.” She straightened, cracking her neck with an exhale. “Got so close and then…” Shrugged, shaking her head. “I was just a teenager. I figured, well, at the very least I should become an adult. Then I could legally drink soju. Can you believe I still cared that much about rules?” She really laughed then, placing a hand over her mouth. “Turns out soju is disgusting. I chose sex as my drug of choice. You can at least force people to take a shower.”

“You probably haven’t had good soju,” Yoonji pointed out.

“True. Even so, I didn’t like how I felt. Buzzed and out of control.”

Made sense. Yoonji peered into the depths of that gaze but didn’t find any embarrassment. I am not gonna die boring. She wondered when it changed. She didn’t have to ask. Like a mind reader, that sly smile caught on.

“I picked a year in the future. Reevaluate then, if you will,” she said, implying the worst. “And I lived that year. It was awful. Went broke, got myself into a love triangle that collapsed on all sides, slept surrounded by cockroaches. Fat ones, too. Was this close,” she snickered, nearly tapping her fingertips together. “To being homeless on top of it. But, I didn’t do it.”

“Why?”

She paused as if to contemplate. “Why…? Because I put myself in those situations. Because I made those poor decisions, and I saw those consequences as a gift. Because they are.” Those burning eyes considered her for a moment. “We all live for control that we will never have. Some people don’t think about it. Some people choose to give up. Some people choose to feel in control by manipulating others. And some people, like me, choose to be utter batshit crazy to save my own sanity.”

This time Yoonji laughed herself. “Gotta go insane to stay sane.”

The other woman joined in, ticking her chin in her direction.

“Put that on a t-shirt so I can wear it.”

The mirth died down. Her lack of fear and calculated impulsivity became clear now. Shit, that’s what hooked Jungkook, huh? But Yoonji could understand. Hot, wise, great sense of style. Wicked good at sex with a killer smirk. This was someone that didn’t want to be anyone else. He loved that shit. And I guess that means me too. Fuck.

“When did you know that you weren’t part of the heteronormative cult?”

The question broke Yoonji out of her thoughts. “Uh…” She was honest. “I think I always knew. I never thought I was off until high school, when relationships started getting dramatic. When others were judged for who they liked. When we were asked to judge others for who they liked. I realized I was different. I had never accepted gender being two vastly different groups of people. Everyone is just…”

“People.”

“Yeah.” That and she had felt that she was equally curious about all bodies. “I also think there’s lots of arbitrary traits that can be used to define male or female. None of them are as important to me as integrity. Anyone can live with integrity no matter who they are or how they define themselves.”

“Ooooh. Clever little cat you are.”

Yoonji felt a muscle in her temple twitch. “And you?”

The deviant leaned against the doorframe and playfully shrugged. “I always knew. A body is just a body.”

Well, that was chilling.

Those scorched eyes returned.

Yoonji frowned, then asked, “Why Jungkook?”

Those full lips parted and her expression softened. She smiled to her frown.

“Because he proved to me that a body is more than just a body.”

Silence.

God, Jungkook is a dumbass.

“Noona?”

They both turned to face the hallway at the same time.

A sleepy, yawning form was making his way down the hallway, thankfully wearing his pants. Barely, though. The waistband rested on the v-line of his hips. Jungkook scratched his head, blinking hard, still shirtless and red-cheeked from passing out on his face. He stretched, making all of the muscles in his chest become defined with his effort.

“Oh, you have my hoodie. No wonder I couldn’t find it.”

“You don’t need it,” was the cheerful response.

Jungkook pouted and spotted her. “Oh, hey, Yoonji-noona. Do you still have my toothbrush from last time?”

She clicked her tongue. “Mhm, stinky breath.”

“Argh, I’m trying to fix that,” he protested, barging into the already crowded bathroom.

Yoonji was already opening the medicine cabinet and taking down the purple toothbrush from the top shelf, pushing away all the other four brushes lying beside it. Blue, pink, green, yellow. There used to be five, but she didn’t expect Hoseok to stay over anytime soon. Keeping one for over a year and a half was just gross. His usual color was red. Since Yoonji’s apartment was close to a main train station, various members of the group often stayed over to sleep before heading over to wherever they needed to go. She had been asked too many times if she had a spare, thus her current system.

Men were forgetful, sigh.

“Here, dummy.”

He took the purple toothbrush out of the plastic case and ruffled her hair annoyingly. “Thanks, Yoonji-ah.”

She smacked his hand and then froze.

Jungkook froze too, realizing what he had done.

He used to do vexing things like that all the time, but not lately. And then he did it now, without thinking. He actually dropped the honorifics a long time ago, often speaking to her informally before, and Yoonji had noticed how they had reappeared again. She hadn’t cared about the lack of formality, nor grasped the distance the return of it had created. With the appearance of his new female companion, she had concluded that it made sense, of course, for him to distance himself from his female friend.

And.

Yoonji now realized how sad she had been without his constant minor annoyances.

She smacked his hand again and frowned.

Jungkook looked offended. Their girlfriend laughed.

“Brush your teeth, you delinquent. I’m going to order breakfast.”

And Yoonji squeezed herself out of there, running off to find her phone.

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ep 7. let's be happy together. sugar, spice, and everything nice

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[abravesoul03]

Loving her was a sin, finding you was a blessing.

TEAM BEBE TATTER X FEM READER (ft.Minji of Dreamcatcher)

Warning: (Obsessive psycho Minji!) (Mention of gun) (mention of murder?) (Breaking up with Minji) (Minji is an alcoholic)

A/N: I made Jiu into a villian in this, but please note that anything said or written in this story is all pure fiction. Enjoy luvs ♥️.

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"I need her, I need her Siyeon-ah!! Without her I can't live in peace she's supposed to be mine only!!"

FLASHBACK

It has been exactly 7 months since You and Minji broke up. It was her choice, she's the one who wanted part ways. She didn't give you a reason on why, you truly loved her to do so but if that's what she wanted then that's what she gets.

After the break up, Minji felt like she was happy. She went out to more parties, getting wasted with her friends hooking up with some. You on the other hand, you were always in your room. Crying just thinking about her. It was hard to forget about her.

In 3 months time, everything changed. For the both of you. This time Minji was in her worse, she lost her job, her rent was due until she got an eviction notice. She was wasting her last dollars on liquor and stuff.

As in for you, your life completely changed when you met her. Kim Taeyoung. She was everything, She was so caring and loving towards you. A few things about her did heavily reminded you of Minji but you decided to push them aside and focus on her only. After 1 month or so Taeyoung confessed you making you guys official.

You slowly started to forget about 'her' and moved on from the past.

PRESENT

Siyeon hugged Minji from the side trying to comfort her best friend.

"Unnie, I know, it's ok please calm down first. Maybe you can try to talk to her again? She'll understand?"

"There's no use in it. She already has a new girlfriend. Y/N looks really happy with her. It's all my fucking fault, I s-shouldn't have broken up with her." Tears streamed down Minji's cheeks.

"Are you sure that what you saw was real-"

Siyeon was cutted out by Minji with her showing a post on her phone. It was a picture of you and Taeyoung on one your recent dates at a hill top cafe. Taeyoung's hand around your shoulder, her lips on your cheek. With the captions under the post 'y/n-nie my lovely girl❤️💞'.

"This proofs it all Siyeon-ah!!"

The younger didn't know how else she was gonna comfort her best friend.

YOUR PLACE

It's was about 7:30 pm. Dinner almost ready, and Taeyoung is on her way back from work too. You had a long day at work but still cooking for her made you feel so relaxed and knowing you'll get to see her cute little satisfied smile after tasting whatever you've made just made it 10 times alot better.

You poured in the chopped carrots and onions sauteing them in the pan, followed by the rest of the ingredients. I guess you were too immersed in cooking as you didn't notice the sound of the passcode keypad and the front door opening.

Tatter was finally back from the studio. Her nose was hit with the delicious aroma once she stepped in. She took off her shoes and placed her dance bag with some sweaty clothes that she used for practice and placed them in the laundry room.

Her feet took her to the direction of the smell. Taeyoung leaned her body along the door frame, her arms crossed over her chest, her velvet brown eyes grazing over your figure.

Admiring the way your hands moved skillfully. 'How did she get so lucky?' was the question that float around her head.

Taeyoung knew about your ex Minji. She knew how things happened. She promised you and herself that she'll protect and love you till the end.

"hmm~" without herself realising she let out a hum catching your attention.

"Tata!! Your back!" You turned off the stove and ran to her, welcoming her back with a big hug.

10:39m AT SIYEON'S HOUSE

The house was dark, Siyeon is probably asleep in her room. Minji on the other hand, was in the guest room given for her stay.

She sat on the floor her back leaned against the bed. A bottle of liquor in hand, and her phone on the other with your latest Instagram post on it. She was drunk.

"Y/N you were supposed to be mine. When I asked for a break up you should a stopped me and begged me to not leave you."

"But you didn't? I'll fucking get you back. If I can't have you then neither could she or anyone else."

She got up from her position, wobbly she stood up accidently dropping the bottle as it shattered.

"Fuck that!!" She got her bag and fished out a gun.

Tears welled her eyes. She looked at her phone again.

"I'm sorry y/n-ah, you should be h-happy. I shouldn't do this- but you broke my heart. You were supposed to be mine only!! AHH!"

Minji flung her phone across the room, it hit the wall crashing hard.

"You'll be mine Forever?"

-THE END-

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A/N: should I continue?

[heich0e]

BACKGROUNDER - the one that got away!kuroo

note: hello!! if you're seeing this post, you probably clicked through from this fic, and if not... well that's ur own journey <3 this is a collection of posts from my #the one that got away!kuroo universe, which offer context to the main story but aren't strictly necessary—like... further readings, i guess. i contemplated how best to direct people here, and in order for you to most easily access this info, i settled for this post!! under the cut are all of the asks/text posts that ultimately culminated in the full fic, arranged in chronological order for your viewing convenience:

original text post: not to kill the vibe but kuroo tetsuro does give me big 'guy who isn't ready for marriage but then gets married to the first girlfriend he has after the two of you break up' energy for reasons i cannot quite put my finger on

> n to rub salt into the wound, you thought for sure you and kuroo would marry

you didn't think the breakup would stick. you always thought—or hoped, maybe—that the two of you would find your way back to each other when the time was right. but not even two years later (which feels so SOON, even though it isn't really) you see that he's engaged to a girl—a perfectly nice, normal girl, that you can't even bring yourself to hate because you know all too well what it's like to be in love with tetsuro. know what it's like to want a future with him. and you can't blame her for it, even if you resent her for being the one who gets it.

> after the wedding who do you go with? are you drunk out of your mind

you aren't invited. that stings. but you think it might have been worse if you did end up getting one of those beautiful, unnecessarily elaborate invitations in the mail. 

you run into kuroo a few months before the ceremony at a mutual friend's birthday party. end up talking. the wedding comes up accidentally more than anything—maybe someone else mentions it, maybe you ask, maybe he tells you like he's repenting for a sin he didn't commit—and he stumbles through an unbearably awkward explanation (that he doesn't even owe you) as to why you weren't invited. but you know even if he says it in nicer, easier to swallow words, gilded with white lies: it would be weird. it would be wrong. it wouldn't be fair to anyone. not to him, or to you, or to her.

you get drunk the night of the wedding and hook up with the guy you've been fucking for the past few months, who you're pretty sure doesn't even know what you do for work even though you've told him multiple times. all your friends are dressed up and celebrating, and you're throwing up in the hotel bathroom by 2am while the guy sleeps in the bed a room away—completely, blissfully unaware of what's happening on the other side of the wall, let alone at a glittering venue across town.

you envy him for it.

> does kuroo still love reader? does he love her?

he does still love reader AND love his fiance too. maybe in different ways. maybe his love for reader is like guilt. maybe his love for his soon-to-be wife is more like atonement. i don't think it took kuroo very long to realize what he did to you was, well, sort of cruel. i think he regrets it deeply and thinks about it often. in a fucked up sort of way it makes him better to his new partner, because he doesn't want to hurt someone like that again because of his own immaturity. it's unfortunate, but it's like she gets to reap all the benefits of the growth he experiences at your expense.

> Will it ever get better for you after kuroos wedding

of course it will. that's the really weird thing about heartbreak: life just keeps going. you feel like your heart has been cleaved out of your chest, but then you just... go to work. you do your laundry. you read a new book that becomes an all time favourite. you spend time with your friends and family. you go on dates. you learn all the lyrics to new songs. you celebrate holidays and birthdays. and one day you realize it's been years and you're in a totally different part of your life now, and the boy you thought would one day be holding your hand on your deathbed doesn't even know what the inside of your new apartment looks like. and you don't know what his looks like, either. and it's still sad, and hard sometimes, but all you can do is keep going. keep trying to find new happiness even if it's not the one you wanted. and hope that somewhere out there he has a new favourite book too. 

> think of Kai who was secretly pining for you during your relationship with Kuroo. Yet, he still doesn't have it in him to confess his feelings. So, he does the next best thing: he becomes your booty call. But when you slip during one of your hook-ups--when you moan Kuroo's name--he realizes it would never work out between the two of you. Your heart is so full of Kuroo that there's no room for him.

kuroo is so beloved by the people around him that i don't think there's a friend in his life who would EVER betray him like that—even if they did have feelings for you. even more than that, a lot of the friends that he introduced you to during your relationship (who you got close to) seem to grow distant after the breakup. even though it was his fault, really. even though you were their friend too. they just seem to naturally gravitate back to him, like belongings that are divvied up after a divorce. and there's no hard feelings. they don't dislike you, or even do it consciously, it just... happens.

you do definitely call out tetsuro's name when you're hooking up with other people though. it never ends well.

> sorry if u’ve already answered this but how long did kuroo and reader date?

they met in high school, and always had little crushes on each other but it never went anywhere. kuroo FINALLY confessed at graduation (he tried to be rly smooth like the shoujo protag he isn't and almost botched it) and they started dating at 18. they dated for a little over 5 years. broke up at 23. kuroo stayed single for a while before he started dating his (eventual) wife, and they got married at around 26. reader moved away from Tokyo when she was 28-29. and reader and kuroo are both in their mid-to-late 30s when the fic opens!!

[exhaustedstripper]

Nobody told me that you fucking died.

It occurred to me, as I deep cleaned my car in between sessions of scrubbing my kitchen floor with piping hot splashes of Pine Sol water - that I was avoiding thinking about this.

I washed every ounce of laundry in my home.

I filled two Goodwill bags.

One dry clean bag.

One IKEA sized "sell it" bag.

I scrubbed my toilet, vacuumed, did the dishes - I was running out of things to clean and re-organize.

Because when you popped into my head yesterday morning, and I wondered how your cross-country run was going, I looked you up. Although I was used to going months on end, up to a year at a time of not hearing from you - usually by Summer you made an appearance.

In recent years, we tried to re-create the tortured artist conversations that had bonded us in the first place. The rays of the sun would strong-arm their way through the slats of the patio roof that graced the smoking section of the bar we worked at. We would argue about which Tom Waits album was best, salted with sweat while we knocked back whiskey creations that always featured egg whites and cherries. We promised to quite smoking after the summer cleared up - and despite the fact that American Spirit Blues allowed me to taste you whenever I wanted - I managed to keep my promise.

You did not keep yours.

But then, you never did. Always needing to find yourself or so you claimed. I never asked why the deepest part of you was to be found in between another woman's thighs.

One of the last things you said to me, I can't pinpoint the exact phrase but the sentiment was this:

You had always wondered about us. You believe we could have been great. You thought about it enough to never really let go.

I felt the same.

The problem was, we never felt the same at the same time.

The first time you kissed me, I hated you. Hastily stolen while we anxiously waited in the least romantic spot humanly possible - the bathroom line of a dive bar. I need to reiterate that you very much stole that kiss. It wasn't that I didn't want to know what it felt like to kiss you. I just wanted it to happen differently. You ruined our first kiss not just with the setting and manner, but because your girlfriend was at that party. I could paint her impossibly big blue eyes, the way they looked at us.

You broke her heart - and then you blamed me. You ran back to the party while I opted to actually use the bathroom. I needed to process as much as I needed to pee. I returned to the party, hoping to forget what had happened, but all eyes were on me. I was branded a home wrecker because you didn't want to look like a piece of shit.

It's okay though - we were both pieces of shit. We were the kind of messy, supercharged, dysfunctional passion that made being a piece of shit bearable. There was no reason to hide exactly who we were - we simply weren't ashamed yet.

Our meetings were sparse the last few years. I held my cool the last time, despite fuming inside.

You had a girlfriend, one you said it was over with. Shortly after, you admitted that it was not over. I felt the familiar pattern sink in as you assured me that she knew you were meeting with me.

This too, was wrong. She did not know you were meeting a woman. She probably never knew I existed at all. You put us both in danger that day. It was no secret that she was prone to violent outbursts when off her meds, which she had recently decided she did not need.

Years after the various forms of intimacy, disfunction, and situationships that made up our story - you were pulling the same old shit.

I don't know how I feel yet, knowing you are gone. I never know what to do when someone who caused me pain passes away. I cared for you, I did. I write this today because I cared. However, caring does not take away the truth.

The truth is this - you were a terrible boyfriend. You were a complicated, beautiful human being. I wanted to meet you again when you had sorted yourself out a bit - I know how hard you were trying. I am angry that I did not know you left. I am angry that I missed your funeral and the opportunity to contribute to your medical fund.

You were such a little shit, my love. Chaotic, tender, creative.

Stay golden.

[frogtanii]

tw. mentions / descriptions of a panic attack

bokuto was excited — more excited than he’d been in weeks!

he was finally getting the time to spend time with his beloved, his puppy, for the first time in forever thanks to the recent onslaught of drama the house had been embroiled in.

he figured he should thank you for bringing it all on because now, as he stood in front of meiko’s room, he had a chance.

“puppy!” bokuto called out, knocking on her door enthusiastically. after a moment of muttering, shuffling around and a loud curse, the door opened up just a crack to reveal meiko clad in only a thin bedsheet with her thin lips wrapped around a cigarette.

kotarou peered over her head and into her room where he spotted a quick flash of dark brown hair before meiko stepped out and closed the door behind her.

“who was that?” he questioned innocently, assuming that it was one of the other housemates. meiko narrowed her eyes at him and blew out a puff of smoke.

“what do you want bokuto.” her voice was steely and cold, nothing like her usual peppy self. still, bokuto couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was in there who shouldn’t be.

“you know,” kotarou began hesitantly, studying her face for reactions. “iwaizumi doesn’t like anyone in here who hasn’t signed a contract. and also you’re not allowed to smoke.” his nose turned up at the smell, disgust for the cigarette written clear on his face.

meiko rolled her eyes at him before taking another drag and blowing the smoke out straight into his face. bokuto tried to hold his breath for as long as he could but his lung capacity wasn’t so great. i need to work on that, he thought as he heaved and choked on the smoke circling down into his chest.

the love of his life adjusted her sheet covering before dropping the cigarette to the ground and stomping it out with the end of the blanket. “i asked you a question bokuto. what the fuck do you want?”

the harshness in her tone made him pause. was what he was here for actually important? or would it just bother her unnecessarily?

no, he resolved. bokuto missed her and he wanted to spend time with his kinda-but-not-really-girlfriend! especially after he waited all this time!

“i, i wanted to spend time with you...” with every word, his hesitance grew until he was muttering, the look in meiko’s eyes sending chills down his spine.

“no,” she said and turned back to enter her room. “wait!” bokuto’s hand shot out to grab her arm, very gently pulling her closer to him. “please,” he whispered, tears beginning to rim his wide, golden eyes.

meiko stared back up at him with absolute rage in her eyes as she snatched her limb out of his hold. “listen to me right now bokuto, and listen well,” she sneered, taking a step back towards her bedroom. “i have never liked you. you’re so fucking childish and clingy and annoying! i literally cannot understand how anyone cares to hang around you.”

bokuto felt something inside him shatter at her words, a sharp gasp escaping his parted lips. “but-“ “no buts! you are fucking nothing to me! all you were was a warm body to sleep with but you weren’t even good for that,” meiko’s chest heaved as she finished speaking, her dark eyes trained on the tear tracks on bokuto’s cheeks.

gently, he lifted a hand to his face, barely registering the water that covered them, his mind desperately trying to understand what had just occurred. in the back of his head, he briefly noticed the sound of a door closing and muffled giggling but it was covered by the sound of blood rushing in his ears.

how... could she? he loved her and she, she only wanted to fuck him? he poured out his entire heart, his very soul to her and for what? for her to take it and stomp on it until there was nothing left?

bokuto’s chest felt heavy — he wasn’t breathing. quickly, he took one breath, and then another and another and another until he was collapsed on the ground, heaving for air as he sobbed.

why him? what had he done to deserve this? maybe it was karma — he’d let a plastic bag float by him into a stream when he was 7 even though he knew littering was wrong. maybe it was because he didn’t kiss his mother goodbye the last time he saw her. or maybe the universe was punishing him for everything he’d done to you.

oh, you — the person who meiko had tried so hard to convince him to hate, and he had! his beloved had no reason to lie to him, or at least that’s what he believed until this moment. she lied to him about loving and caring about him so why wouldn’t she lie about everything else?

bokuto’s head was pounding as he tried to rationalize where he’d gone wrong, his usually bright eyes, dull and trained on the ceiling as he attempted to regain his breathing.

it felt like his whole world was collapsing on itself like a fallen star, just waiting to implode and destroy everyone and everything until there was nothing left and—

“hey, look at me, you’re ok,” a soft voice rang out over the buzzing in his head, his eyes beginning to focus on... your figure.

what were you doing here? he so desperately wanted to ask but the words were caught in his throat, trapped behind a wall of despair and anguish.

“don’t try to talk ok? just focus on my breathing, try and match it. i’m going to touch you now.” your soft, small (so much smaller — were you eating enough?) hand wrapped around his own and brought it up to your chest where he could feel the steady rise and fall of your breathing.

bokuto’s breath was shaky and definitely not as smooth as your own, but you didn’t seem to mind, instead holding his hand to your heart until his breathing became level and even.

he must’ve knocked out because by the time he came to, the hall was dark and you were gone, the only memory of you being a box of tissues and a glass of water on the ground next to him.

he reached for the glass first, chugging the whole thing down in only a few seconds. all that crying must have dehydrated him immensely, he realized as he searched for another cup.

standing on shaky legs, bokuto attempted to maneuver to the kitchen, holding onto the walls for stability as he crept through the dark corridors.

he quickly filled up his favorite owl mug (a gift from she-who-will-not-be-named) with water once he made it to the kitchen, extra careful not to make a lot of noise just in case someone was asleep.

bokuto swiftly gulped down his water, placing the cup in the sink where he knew it would not remain because if anything was sure, it was the clean state of the house that meiko kept.

ugh meiko. the whole situation hurt to think about so he didn’t, instead choosing to bury it in the deep recesses of his mind, never to be seen again.

as bokuto trudged upstairs back to his bedroom, he noticed the big black trash bag sat at the end of the hall near daichi’s room. he debated on taking it out himself but was ultimately convinced not to.

it’ll be gone tomorrow, he reasoned as he slipped into his room and bed before quickly falling asleep.

...

it was not gone the next day. neither was the cup in the sink, or the hair on the floor in the bathroom, or the laundry strewn all over the living room.

the whole house seemed to be in shambles and it remained that way for the entirety of the week. meiko was nowhere to be seen, flitting in and out of the house at random, escaping to only god knows where with god knows who.

bokuto didn’t care anymore. she ruined his life so why should he give a half of a shit where she was? what he did care about, on the other hand, was figuring what to do about you.

he wanted to thank you and apologize but he wasn’t sure how to do so! he knew he said some horrible things to you and was determined to make it right — not just for you but for himself too.

℗ poker face

shattered

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an - ok writing this genuinely made me cry???? bokuto is my comfort character so making him go through this i just </3 i hope it came across ok? it’s literally 1 am so there may v well be typos and massive mistakes but i hope u guys enjoy this miserably sad chapter LMAO don’t forget to feed me <3

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Temptations (Eddie Munson)

Summary: You are Jason’s twin sister and a cheerleadering and after qutting the cheerleading squad right before the big game. You find yourself at the D&D match with Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson.

Words: 1.6K

Requested: nah

Prompts:

Warnings or A/n: I know Eddie is 20. The reader is 19. It’s very possible to be 19 and still in high school. Jason and the reader are twins. NSFW towards the bottom. Implied sex. 

You sighed bored as hell while sitting at lunch with your brother, his friend and girlfriend. You and Jason were twins, but he was a few minutes older, so he acted like he was in control of you. You didn’t mind being ‘preppy’ as that’s what you were accustomed to but you were also into non-preppy things. For example, heavy metal and D&D. “That party was badass. Gonna throw around party this weekend?”

The basketball team was talking about the party that Jason threw on Saturday  at some clubhouse  which you were forced to go to by your brother and Chrissy. “Let’s do it,” Jason said.

You rolled your eyes and sighed. “Got a problem, lesser Carver?” One of the basketball player asked you.

You chuckled at that. Jason’s friends have always called you the lesser Carver trying to get under your skin, but it never really did and you knew that they hoped the move they called you it that your feelings hurt. “Can you for the love of God, please come up with something else, Riggs? You’ve been calling me that since fifth grade and it still has not hurt my feelings?”

Riggs frowned and sat back down. You rolled your eyes at him. “Exactly,”

“Game where you toss balls into laundry baskets!” You heard someone yell.

You turned your head and saw Eddie Munson standing on the lunch table staring over at us. Jason got out of his seat and took a couple steps forward. “You want something, freak?”

Eddie did a quick devil horns and made a sputtering sound before he smiled at Jason and hopping off the table. 

“Prick,”

You full on laughed at Jason and Jason turned to look at you. “What are you laughing about, Yn?”

You sat up in your seat and stared at your twin. “I’m laughing at the fact that YOU are so triggered by what Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson says,”

“You so are. If  you weren’t, you would ignore what he says like most of us do,” You said, pulling yourself away from the table. 

Eddie Munson was considered ‘the freak’ of Hawkins high because he wasn’t preppy. He was heavy metal and he was just doing freaky things. You weren’t gonna lie, he piqued your interest because he was everything you wish you could show. You weren’t going to lie, he was pretty hot too. 

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You walked out of the girl’s locker room, pulling at your cheerleading uniform when Jason walked up to you and grabbed your arm pretty hard. “Smile at this game, Yn and don't fake it like last time,”

You pulled your arm off of Jason’s grip. “What are you talking about?”

“Tammy told me that you told her that you were faking the smiles at last game-”

You rolled your eyes and pushed him out of your way. Jason grabbed your arm again and twisted you to look at you. You slapped him with a loud smack as an instant reaction, you didn’t mean to slap him but he deserved it. “ I didn’t mean to slap you. Sorry,”

Jason rubbed his chin, but ignored the slap. “I mean it, Yn. I need to you smile brighter and wider or I’ll have Chrissy kick you off the team,”

You force a breath out before nodding your head a couple of times. You threw your pom poms down on the ground. “You’re not gonna need Chrissy to do that,”

You pushed past your brother and started to walk your way out of the gym. “Yn, why are you going?” Chrissy asked.

“I quit. Ask your boyfriend on the reason why,”

You walked into the room that they were holding the D&D campaign in. Two freshmen were going around asking if anyone would join in another member wasn’t going to be there tonight. You opened the door and walked down the stairs. 

 “Yn ‘the cheerleader’ Carver,”

“Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson,”

“What are you doing here? Don’t you have a basketball game to wave pom poms at?”

“What? You’re not afraid that a cheerleader beat you at your own campaign?”

The other members oooh’d Eddie but Eddie didn’t flinch as he kept his eyes locked on yours. “Let’s go,”

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Vecna's dead.  He was killed by Kas. So it was thought, my friends. So it was thought,” Eddie said.

You eyed Eddie. “What are you planning, Munson?”

Eddie winked at you before turning his eyes back to his area. “But Vecna lives. You are scared. You’re tired. You are injured. Do you flee Vecna and his cultists? Or stand your ground and fight?”

You all looked at each other and you spoke. “I saw we fight?” 

“To the death,”

“To the death,”

“To the death,”

“To the death,”

After a few more rolls, most of us were out, but for Erica and Dustin. Vecna only has fifteen life points left. You needed to roll a 20 to win. Dustin was up first and he rolled an 11. “NO,”

“That’s a miss. Lady Applejack, your roll,”

Erica shakes the dice in her hands a few times before she throws them on the table. She rolled….a 20! “Crit hit!” She yelled.

You’re first actual D&D match and you actually won it. You mean, you did, but you were still a part of the winning team. “We won!”

After a few minutes of celebrating, the other members had started to leave, leaving Eddie and you are cleaning up the table. “I guess the cheerleader actually did beat me at my own game,”

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You didn’t want to go home because you knew Jason would berate you for walking out of the game so Eddie offered up his house. He told you that it was just gonna be you and him as his uncle worked night shifts at the plant.

You walked into the trailer as Eddie tried to rush to pick up the mess. “Sorry for the mess. I’ve been busy with the campaign and planning it-”

“Eddie,” You said, placing your hand on his. “It’s okay. I don’t mind the mess,”

You removed his hand and walked to the living room area and looked around, just taking in how Edide’s trailer looked. You truly didn’t care for the mess. It was necessarily filthy. Sure, it was dirty, but it wasn’t bad. Plus, you weren’t the one to judge as you never knew what someone could be going through. You turned around and saw Eddie just staring at you. “What?”

 “Just didn’t picture you being this cool considering your brother is Jason Carver,”

“Don’t remind me. I’m nothing like him,”

Eddie laughed. “Then why do you always hang out with him and his friends?”

“Trust me, I try not to, but he ends up manipulating me into it. Don’t get me wrong, I like cheering, I like the preppy things, but I also like things like D&D or heavy metal.”

“There’s no way, you’re a metalhead,”

“You’re not judging appearances, are you Eddie?”

Eddie didn’t say anything, just looked at as if he was studying you trying to figure out if you were who you say you were. You stared back and didn’t break eye contact with him. 

“Jason knows you're at the D&D game?”

“He knows that I was somewhere else because I quit the cheerleading team and that’s probably making him even more mad at me because he’s not controlling me,”

“Controlling you?” 

“Hmm. since he’s older by a few minutes he thinks he’s the boss of me,”

You kept staring at Eddie and your eyes dropped to his lips for a few seconds before looking back and realizing how to make Jason completely mad. Eddie must’ve gotten the same idea as he walked over to you and placed his thumb under your chin so he could lift your head up to face him. He hovered his lips just inches away from you. “Can I kiss you?”

You nodded. “Yes,” You said breathlessly.

When his lips had found yours, your arms immediately found their place around his neck as his hands found their place at your hips. He started walking forwards which made you walk backwards and he didn’t stop walking until you were pinned against the wall. You gasped within the kiss at the sudden sensation, but you didn’t remove your lips from Eddies. You moved your lips against his. You knew that this kiss was full of wanting. What that want was, you couldn’t say. You lost yourself in the kiss until you felt his hand slipping up your skirt and that set your entire body on fire. Your tongue wanders inside his mouth, depending on the kiss. You moaned as he gripped your thigh. His teeth drag across your bottom lip, tugging at it before letting go. He moved from your lips to the side of your neck. You tilted your head to the side to give him better access to it. He slid his tongue the length of your neck before biting down on your neck. “Fuck,” You gasped. 

You felt Eddie smiled against your neck. You push him off you and he gives you a weird look before a thought flashed through his eyes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to coss-” Eddie cut himself off when you took off your top, revealing your bra.

You grabbed his shirt and pulled him back to you. Your mouth hovers over his lips this time. “What are you apologizing for? I want you,” You said, closing the gap behind your lips. 

Part 2?

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

pretty please write a fic about squirmy, modern day Dolores— coming home from work and edged by Mariano? (Or an early, experimental girlfriend before him?) thank you!

I ABSOLUTELY wanna do some more modern au stuff? Lets do it!

"I'm home!"

Dolores shut the door behind her as soon as she entered. She was expecting to hear the sound of Isa in the kitchen, but she heard...grunting instead. And music, slightly muffled by earbuds. Super hearing gives you a lot of information in just a second, honestly. Sure enough, she found him in her room, doing pull ups thanks to the pull up bar he put right on her doorframe. She took a minute to just check him out, because why not? Her apartment, her boyfriend, she could look at him if she wanted.

She was dating THE Mariano. Aka, upcoming film star, model, and as of recently, and upcoming author. He was as sweet as he was absolutely built. Muscles for arms, muscles on his back that flexed as he pulled, and his ass looked GREAT in those sweatpants she got him. She heard the music die down (he was listening to Dolly Parton, and honestly she couldn't fault him for it), and he finally let go of the bar, landing on his feet. He started to wear thick socks to cushion the sound of his heavy gait, and it was honestly very sweet. She waited till he took his earbuds out, and she clicked her tongue at him.

"Been doing this all day?"

"Hey! You're home! How was the studio?"

Ugh, the way he pushed away his sweaty hair back in order to get a good look at him. He was too pretty for his own good.

"Eh, not too bad. The editing should be done soon, so we won't miss the release date. I'm tired though, I didn't even take my lunch break."

He frowned, putting his hand on the small of her back, and she totally wasn't checking out his abs.

"Well I made you dinner! We can heat it up, and I can help you relax a bit."

"You...made dinner?"

"Uh huh! And I did the dishes, swept, mopped, and watered Isabela's plants!"

"Wow. Where is she anyway?"

Mariano guided her to the couch, tossing her the comfy set of pajamas that she told herself she would clean when she got back. Turns out he did laundry too. He spoke to her as he dived into her tiny ass kitchen.

"She said she had another hand modeling job to do, then she had a swimsuit photoshoot. I made her a portion too, don't worry."

"What'd you make?"

She looked at him as she took off her bra, letting herself relax as her more comfortable shirt and pants covered her. He held up the tray for her to see, clearly proud of it.

"Meatloaf! I made mashed potatoes and greenbeans to go with it too. Sorry I didn't make dessert, I just got lazy and bought ice cream. I got it from the place you like though!"

She put her hand over her heart, swooning over this sweet as hell man.

"That's very...sweet of you. I didn't know you could cook."

"I can really only make this. And sandwiches. My grandma taught me. People are always surprised-do I look like I can't cook?"

"Baby, you didn't know how to open the creamer for your coffee yesterday."

He gestured to the rack of creamers, as if it offended him.

"You have tiny creamers! It's a lot for my big hands! Only reason I haven't chucked it is because it's not worth my time."

"And because you'd feel bad."

"I absolutely would, actually."

He nodded in agreement as he set the food in the oven, and set the timer on her microwave. Meanwhile, she plopped on the couch, and turned on some netflix, scrolling through the endless bunches of new crap. It was his account though, so she was gonna use it.

"When is it gonna be done, anyway?"

"Maybe thirty minutes. Would've been quicker if I left it out, but I forgot. Oh, and I bought you some groceries too, it looked a bit empty."

"Isa had half a yogurt in there, she's gonna lose her mind."

She chuckled, scooting over and patting the couch so he'd sit next to her. He did just that, wrapping an arm around her comfortably.

"You know what I never understood?"

"Hmm?"

"What animal is the pink panther?"

"What?"

"The pink panther, what the hell is he? I know he's not a tiger. Is he a lion?"

She couldn't help but gawk at him. God he was serious. And he was hot.

"Mariano?"

"Hmm?"

"Kiss me please."

He looked surprised, as if it was out of nowhere, but of course he did as she said. He cupped her face in his hand, and kissed her. Again, and again, to the point where they somehow ended up with him on top of her laying form. He pulled away for a moment, looking down at her through panting lips that quickly formed into an embarrassed chuckle.

"Sorry I uh. Smudged your lipstick."

"Mmph...it's no problem. At all. This red looks good on you."

She held onto his face, lightly rubbing his bottom lip with her finger. He looked good in red, especially on his blushing cheeks.

"Are we...doing what I think we're doing?"

"Depends. Do you want to?"

"Very much so, yes."

"Then yes, we are. What do you want to-"

He didn’t let her finish as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, decorating it in kisses. The scruff from his facial hair tickled her neck just right, and his hand drifting down her stomach was just heavenly.

"Dolores, you've had such a long day. I can see it on your pretty face. Let me take care of you, please."

She wanted to take care of him, but she just seemed to notice how exhausted she was, body feeling heavy at the thought of her doing too much work. She played with his hair, just how he liked it, before sighing in defeat.

"Okay, okay. You can take care of me."

He slipped his fingers past her pants, till he was rubbing her through her underwear, slowly and in little circles. He still kissed at her fair skin, occasionally whispering against it.

"I WAS going to eat you out, because I know you like that, but I want to talk to you. I like talking to my girlfriend. She's so pretty, and sweet, and funny, and talented."

She, with little force, tried not so very hard to push his face away with a chuckle. She didn't even have to try to be sexy for this man to want her, and it made her feel so...special.

"You're too much, you know that?"

"If anything, I'm not enough. I love everything about you. How soft you are, how nice your voice is...how your pussy is already getting wet."

He was really rubbing into her now, palm firm yet slow. She gripped tightly onto his hair, head falling back a bit as his teeth grazed her neck.

"Oh, y-you wanna be dirty now?"

"I wanna be good to you. I wanna be the best boyfriend, I wanna ruin your panties. You make a man very greedy, Dolores."

He was being such a tease, fingers dipping inside of her, yet separated by the fabric of her underwear. He was doing it on purpose, so he could watch her squirm, hear her swear under her breath everytime it felt like he'd actually be inside.

"Dios it sounds so LOUD when you do that..."

"What? When I play with your pussy like this? It's because you're wet, mi vida. You're so wet, you want me inside of you, anyway you can have me. I could do so much to you,"

She jumped a bit as he touched her clit, just for a second, forcing her nails to dig into his shirt and his scalp. She thought she hurt him, but if anything, she motivated his movements to go faster.

"I could pull your pants down, absolutely rail you into this couch. I could eat you out till I'm lost in your pussy. I could even make you hump the couch while I watch. But you know what I'm going to do?"

Her head was absolutely spinning at this sudden bout of dirty talk. Mariano never said such dirty things to her before, and she absolutely loved it. Man was a whole snack, so much sweetness, with just a PINCH of savory to keep her coming back.

"W-what are you going to do?"

His tongue dragged up her neck, slowly, till it reached her lips, shoving itself into her mouth as they shared a kiss.

"I'm going to finger that pretty pussy, and listen to every sound you make."

He wasn't kidding. His fingers finally slipped past her underwear, and pushed inside of her. The two fingers weren't gentle, fucking her in a frenzy, just how she enjoyed it. It was so loud, so wet sounding, only made worse when his big frame kept her from squirming too much.

"M-Mariano please, I can't-!"

Dolores was never able to hold it for long. It was something she tried to fix, but it was SO easy to make the poor girl cum. She was so close here, she could feel her toes curling. So close, so damn close-

"Ah ah ah. Not yet, mi cielo. That's too fast. I want to enjoy you. I want to cherish you."

She wined, the slight kiss to her ear being too much for her.

"Not fair! I thought you wanted to take care of your poor girlfriend..."

"You're just grumpy because you like this. You like it when I kiss your ear like this, don't you?"

She 'tried' to push away his face upon his lips reaching her ear. They were so sensitive, and he knew damn well what it did to her.

"Since when did you get so smug?"

"Since you reminded me how much I adore my girlfriend ~...let me give you more kisses."

He was building her back up again with those stupid fingers, ever so slowly increasing in speed, but only slightly. Meanwhile he started to nibble on her ear, giving it just the slightest pull with his perfect white teeth.

"Okay, y-you've had your fun, proved your point and all of that, you're pushing it."

"Someone is getting so snippy~...I can't tell if I like it. Oh wait, I think I do."

His palm pressed against her clit nice and firmly, making her squirm and writhe like an absolute bitch.

"I'm g-gonna kill you, this isn't fair-"

"What's not fair is how pretty you are. How you've been there almost twice, how you've been making all these sounds for me and...well, making me fall more and more in love with you. I don't know if I CAN let you cum, just because it means this would be over."

He was playing dirty, being so sweet, kissing just that perfect spot with his fingers and suckling on her ear enough to give her the tingles. So she knew she had to pull out the big guns. She pressed his nose against his, and mustered the sweetest voice she could.

"Pwetty pwetty pwease? For your little buho?"

His eyes softened like butter, and she knew she had him.

"I can't say no when you do that. Alright, give it to me, beautiful."

He was picking it up again, tugging on her ear just right, knuckles deep inside her, so fast and so perfect. She felt it in her stomach, felt her voice reduced to absolute whimpers, before he finally, FINALLY let her have it. Just the orgasm she needed after a full day of work. He fingered her through it, like a proper boyfriend should, only stopping when she got nice and limp underneath him. She let go of him, arms falling limp to the couches sides.

"Oh...thank you. So much."

"Oh my god- can you heteros NOT?"

Dolores jumped upon hearing the sound of Isa's voice. She stood there, holding her heels, looking at them in absolute disgust. Mariano was about to apologize when the oven dinged, and he sprang out of the couch in a second.

"MEATLOAF IS READY!"

Isa looked at Dolores, who was still in a state of post nut, and shock, brow raised.

"Wow. Malewifed him up already, huh?"

"Hey, he's more than that, I'll have you k-"

Mariano called out from the kitchen as he opened the oven.

"Hey Isa, settle a bet for us! What animal is the pink panther?!"

Isa looked down at her, hand on her hips.

"Ah right. He's also a himbo."

"He's. Joking."

"No he isn't, watch. He's a walrus, Mariano!"

"I KNEW IT!"

Dolores glared at the smug looking Isa, absolutely hating when she was right. At least he was HER himbo.

[bubblyhoney]

win for me

warnings: lAnGuAgE, alcohol consumption (both reader and all other characters are of age to drink), marijuana use, Making Out™️, a miniscule Flowers from 1970 reference. PSA: WHEN UR INTOXICATED AND/OR AT A PARTY, TELL UR FRIENDS WHO YOU WILL BE WITH AND WHERE YOU WILL BE AT ALL TIMES. DRINK AND PARTY SAFELY!

tags: sapnap x fem!reader

summary: a collection of moments throughout the beginning of your relationship

words: 5000

A/N: even though this isn’t my most organized or perfect fic this was so incredibly fun to write. and it’s a college!au!! one of my favs. hope you guys like!! let's pretend the pandemic doesn't exist for this one too (please wear ur masks btw)

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Sophomore Year:

Smells like shit in here is your first thought upon entering the laundromat.

It does, in all honesty. What would you expect a place where college students wash three months of dirty clothes and comforters with vomit to smell like? Urine and just a hint of marijuana, incidentally. The door closes noisily behind you and a guy in a black baseball hat turns his head at the noise. Half of his face is hidden underneath the shadow of his scruff and he says nothing, but you still offer an obligatory polite-stranger smile. The place is pretty deserted, what for it being nearly 4 in the morning. And you’re a rare kind of customer; only a few things to wash and you brought your own detergent.

There’s an empty washer next to an old woman in an acid-trip of a parka, and you sweep past the few other patrons with your mesh bag close. The man in the hat nods at you as you pass, looking up from his phone.

Okay. Dark load in one and delicates in the other, you remind yourself. The quarters get pushed through the slot (not without dropping three and having to scramble to pick them up before they disappear between the machines) and you fill the dispensers with a flowery laundry detergent your roommates hates. Oh, and the clothes go in. Done. You relax into a cracked plastic booth around the corner of the machine, pulling a book of crosswords from your bag.

Somebody yelps halfway through filling out a five letter word (“a series of thoughts, images, and sensations occurring in a person's mind during sleep”) and you jump. Baseball Cap rips open the dryer, fumbling around and supplying a pair of gray sweatpants. You can’t help but watch. He digs through both front pockets, pulling out a wad of dollar bills. He sighs, shoves the pants back into the dryer, and starts it with a hard push.

“Gut feeling?” You ask. He looks around for a second and settles his gaze upon you. Nice eyebrows, you think.

“Yeah,” he laughs, slightly nervous. “Yeah. I wore them yesterday and just remembered I put some tip money in my pocket.” Leaning back onto the shelf behind him, he shoves his phone into his pocket and folds his arms tight to his chest.

“I feel you,” you empathize, and set down your pencil. “I washed a parking ticket with my underwear last week.”

He stutters out a laugh, nodding.

“That must’ve sucked,” he adds.

“Yeah.” You shrug. “I wasn’t going to pay it anyways, but would’ve been nice to keep it for memory’s sake.” Rubbing at your knee offhandedly, you just watch him. He’s cute. And easy to make conversation with.

“Hey, um,” he mutters and clears his throat. “Do you by chance know some guy named Karl? Tall, messy brown hair and a horrible laugh?”

You open your mouth, then close it.

“Actually—,” you start but huff out a laugh. “Yeah, he’s uh, he’s dating my roommate. Why’d you ask?”

Reaching a hand to rub at his neck, his face twists into something sheepish.

“I’ve seen you at some parties this semester. I didn’t mean to sound creepy like that— I just—yeah.” His cheeks flush pink and he looks down to the ground.

“No worries,” you say, barely even thinking. “I think I’ve seen you too. You’re in Delta Tau Delta, right?”

“Nah, nah,” he laughs. “Just got some friends in there.”

“Ah.” You nod.

The conversation falls into silence, but not uncomfortable silence. He pulls out his phone again, and you look back to the crossword in front of you. The old woman between you leaves with a humongous load of blankets and a small family leaves with a cart full of bags; now it’s just you two.

When the washer with your delicates ding you nearly jump two feet in the air. Exhaling, you set your work down and open the door.

“Shit,” you curse as two bras fall onto the tile. You reach down to get a hand on a black lace bra and hide it quickly under your elbow. A sneaker squeaks loud in the almost-empty room and you see Baseball Cap’s shoulders.

“Here.” He’s kneeling as he hands you your pink bra and you accept it, biting your lower lip.

“Thanks,” you mumbles, slightly embarrassed, and step back to shove those bras and a couple pairs of your underwear into your bag. He offers you a small smile and backs off to his own machines, humming an off-key version of Unchained Melody to himself. Your other load of laundry gets shoved right on top of your delicates.

It’s when you’re nearly out the door, bell jingling, that you think to look back.

“Hey,” you start, almost stuttering for no reason. “What’s your name?”

He turns, dark eyebrows raised.

“My—uh… My friends call me Sapnap. You can call me that too.” Rosy cheeks once again; you seem to be making him awfully nervous.

“Sapnap.” You try it in your mouth, pursing your lips. “Okay. I’ll see you around Sapnap.”

He nods, affirming your statement.

“See you around Y/N.”

It doesn’t hit you until you’re buckling your seatbelt and starting your car that you realize you didn’t tell him your name.

Perhaps he knew more about you than you thought.

Yeah, you laugh to yourself. Karl’s got a big mouth.

Junior Year:

It takes you a collective twelve minutes to go talk to him.

It’s quiet in the library, students that happen to come here to study or procrastinate few and far between the scattered tables. Your poison today is a 4 page history paper on Normandy that you’d been staring at the instructions for for days. You’d already written a bunch of, frankly, horseshit for the body, but the introduction and conclusion were throwing you for a loop.

The vibes in Ridgeback Hall were also certainly off, today more than any other day; the main help-desk was empty and everybody had to do the tedious task of locating niche textbooks themselves.

Lifting your head from the wood of the table, you squint and focus your vision on the guy in the white tee and denim jacket that had been the focus of your thoughts for minutes. He chews at the end of his pencil, mouth screwed up into a ball, and shoots daggers at the empty notebook in front of him. You’re surprised it hasn’t caught on fire yet just from his gaze.

“Sapnap!” You whisper-shout, stretching your arms across the table as if it would make him any closer. A person with purple hair jumps at your voice but turns back to their laptop. “Sapnap!” you try again, tapping two fingers on the table. His head jerks up, eyebrows furrowed and an angry expression on his face, but softens at the sight of you.

“Y/N,” he counters, equally as loud but with a smile on his face.

“What’re you doing?”

“Calculus.” He sticks his tongue out, making an awfully tortured face. You laugh and wave your fingers at him, gesturing for him to come closer. He just huffs out a sigh, stacks all his papers in one pile, and gets up. The trek over to your table is short but he takes it so slowly you wonder if he always walks like that. Like a varsity basketball player who just got off a horse.

“You’re so slow.”

“Shut up,” he grumbles and settles into a chair across from you. “It’s 2 pm, give me a break. I need a Redbull.”

“Those are bad for you, you know,” you say matter-of-factly and drop your chin onto your hand. He’s even cuter from this angle, you think briefly. He just rolls his eyes.

“Whatever, Miss I’d-like-some-coffee-with-my-sugar-and-cream,” he teases, pointing to your venti iced coffee. It’s about as pale as the color of a band-aid. You just sigh and close your eyes. “You tired?” He flips his pencil in his hand and leans back into the seat, sighing.

“Yeah,” you mumble. “I haven’t slept yet today.”

“Wow, you’re dumb.” He looks scandalized. You just shrug.

“Perhaps. I don’t really know why I did it actually— just for funzies!” You raise an arm but let it drop back down. “I stayed up playing Sims.”

“Feel that. I play Minecraft with my buddies until like 2 am every night too. It’s nice,” he decides and folds his arms across his chest. Your eyes flit over to his strong arms, admiring the way his denim shirt looks around them. Thick.

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

“What?” He says too loudly and it warrants a ‘shush’ from another student. He reddens, but looks back down to you. “I—why do you ask?” You shrug, eyebrows raised.

“Just wondering. You’re too cute to not have one.”

“Right,” he huffs, but his cheeks stay pink. You two fall into easy silence, his eyes trained on the notebook in front of him and yours closed peacefully. “Are you dating anyone?”

They snap open not-so-peacefully.

“Nope. You wanna submit a boyfriend application?” A smile cracks your lips and he grins back.

“Maybe,” he replies and stares at your mouth. “I have to say—,” He stretches into a yawn. “I think I’m qualified.”

“Oh, yeah?” Your eyebrow quirks. “And why are you so qualified?”

“Well, first of all, I work at Ace Hardware. That’s where cool people work.” He presses one finger into his palm. Then two. “And I have a bunch of free time because said job at Ace Hardware only likes scheduling me in the mornings. Plus, I’m hot.” He shrugs.

You nod faux-seriously, considering his list.

“Those are very good qualities, sir. I’ll have to get back to you on that.” You pause. “Okay, I’ll schedule an interview. How’s 7 pm at the Chili’s on Main? Chili’s is the designated interview place.” You wiggle your eyebrows. He just smiles at you, shaking his head in disbelief.

“That was smooth.”

“Yeah, I know.” You carefully study your nails. “I’m pretty impressive.”

“Clearly,” he mutters and chuckles. “But I do like their salsa. And margaritas. We got a deal?” He holds out a large hand. You take it, squeezing tightly.

“Hell yes.”

When you see the man called Sapnap a week later, you are very obviously in a different state of mind.

Same state, same college town, but very different blood alcohol contents.

“Sappy!” You shout, raising your arms above your head with a stupid grin on your face. He turns, that familiar look of surprise evident in his expression.

“Y/N,” he laughs and approaches your group of friends in the kitchen. It’s Greek Wedding night at Delta Tau Delta, and you assume Sapnap came to support Delta’s “groom” Alex. You’d gotten uncharacteristically drunk, trading air for sangria, and you were now in the incredible stage where everyone was both your friend and your favorite person.

Throwing an arm around his shoulders, you mash your face into his bicep and giggle.

“Missed you so much,” you try to manage out of your mouth, but it comes out slurred and stuttered. “So much.” You’d gone to Chili’s two days before and promised another ‘interview’ in the next few days, but it felt like two months away from your beloved. Beloved friend, that is. Only one date.

“Yeah?” He places a hesitant hand on your back and nudges you into a standing position. “How much have you had to drink?”

“Oh, shhhh,” you mumble and close your eyes. “Only— a lot.” Blinking them back open, you zero your gaze in on a bottle of Ciroc half-empty and looking very tempting on the kitchen island across from where you’re leaned up against the kitchen sink. He catches your gaze and steps in front of you, pleasant face filling your vision. You gasp.

“You are so cute.” Sliding your palms up onto his face, you hold his scruffy cheeks in your hands and smile all dopey at him.

“Is that your brain or the alcohol telling you that?”

“Uh,” you swallow. “Both. And my heart.”

He just shakes his head and his chest moves with a heavy laugh.

“Glad to hear it.”

“Are you having fun?” You ask, all concerned and furrowed eyebrows. You look like you’re genuinely interested and worried about if he’s having a good time or not, and it makes his expression melt.

“I’m having lots of fun,” he passes over his shoulder as he flips on the tap and fills a red solo cup with water. “In fact, I’m gonna have a nice, cold glass of water right now.” He shakes it like an owner offering their dog a treat.

You eye the cup in his hand, having half a thought that this might be some sort of backwards psychology move. The other half wins.

“That sounds so good right now— can I drink some?” Your eyebrows pull together and your bottom lip drops into a pout. It makes him blink for a second. He remembers the little game you’re playing and just hands it over, smug. You gulp it down quickly and crush the empty plastic into your palm with an exaggerated exhale. “Hit the spot,” you sigh, and pat your stomach fondly.

“You hungry?” Sapnap asks you as he steadies you with two hands on your shoulders. Something pops into your head at his words: a set of two McChickens and an Oreo milkshake.

“Oh my God,” you gasp, and mirror him by placing your hands on his shoulders. “Can we go to McDonald’s?”

He just shakes his head, grin wide on his lips, and shrugs. Perfect teeth, you think.

“I haven’t drank anything, so I’m good to drive.” He pulls his keys from his pocket. “I know you’re smashed right now so—do you feel safe with me?” The question falls from his mouth and you truly consider it, pulling your lip between your teeth.

“Yeah. I’ll take this just in case,” you say, and take a large dinner fork from the counter next to you. It has some red liquid on it that you brush off onto the fabric of your jeans.

“That’s actually gross.”

“Yeah.” You grip it tighter in your head. “But it’ll do the job if you try any shit. I’ll put this in your eyeball.” Brandishing it, a smile stretches onto your mouth. He just shakes his head and heads for the back door, jerking a hand in your direction to get you to follow him.

The cool night air explodes on your face when you step onto the porch and it makes you blink rapidly. Sapnap is right at your side, offering a forearm as you slowly make your way down the two back porch steps. A tall blonde smoking half of a blunt makes a grunt noise as you two pass and your knight-in-shining armor looks up.

“Gonna go get some food. Want anything?” Sapnap stops on the rocky path to the sidewalk, tilted up to hear the blonde’s response. The other guy shakes his head but nods to you in passing.

“I’ll tell her friends where she went,” says the blonde, and disappears through the sliding glass doors.

Your hand falls from his forearm to his hand and grasps it tightly, swinging back and forth as you stumble to his car. You flash him a grin that he just chuckles at.

“Watch your step,” he warns as you yank on the handle of the passenger door and nearly fall off of the curb.

“I’m fine,” you huff, and scramble to get yourself upright into the seat and buckled. He closes your door and jogs to the driver’s seat, climbing in and starting the engine quicker than your head comprehends.

The small space fills with the sound of Letters to Cleo as he’s maneuvering out of his parking spot and he slaps a hand at the stereo button almost immediately. His cheeks redden as he glances at you once.

“I love Letters to Cleo,” you admit, and switch it back on. Ah, Co-Pilot. A classic. “Be my co-pilot!” You sing, loud and sharp. He shakes his head but huffs out a reluctant laugh.

“My older sister loved them. Bit old for my taste, but—you know. Can’t deny that I love a little bit of 90’s angst.”

“Absolutely,” you nod vigorously and pick at your nail. “Oh!” The fork magically reappears at your side and you grab at it. “For my McChickens.”

“And for me,” he adds.

“Yup. You too.” But you drop it onto the seat and lean forward, fumbling with the volume dial until you feel the lead singer’s voice thumping into your heart. “I love this lady!” You shout and rock your head to the beat.

Shaking his head, his shoulders move in an easy laugh. The drive-thru line is kind of busy for 2 am, he notes, pulling in right behind a navy BMW sedan. But it moves quickly, especially when you’re moving in your seat, scream-singing the lyrics to I Want You To Want Me.

“Yeah,” he says, loud into the mic. “Two.”

“Alright.” The voice reports from the speaker, a background clicking joining their bored tone. “Two McChickens, a double cheeseburger—ketchup and pickle only— , a medium fry, and an Oreo McFlurry. Anything else, sir?”

Sapnap chews on his lip, and glances at you. You just give an encouraging thumbs up.

“That’ll be all,” he reports.

“Second window, and your total is $9.67.”

He barely has time to call a “thank you so much!” before the line ends with a click. Rude.

“Jesus Christ,” you moan the second you sink your teeth into your first sandwich.

“Agreed,” he mumbles and pushes as much cheeseburger he can fit into his mouth.

“This,” you start, swallowing. “is the sexiest thing I’ve encountered in all of my years. I thank all higher powers when I consume McChickens…” Trailing off for dramatic effect, you stare down the sandwich before mimicking a dinosaur war cry and practically shoving it down your throat. He just nods in agreement.

“It’s so nice out tonight,” Sapnap comments, swinging a look out his rolled-down window. He parked right in front of the Campus Quad, large bubbling fountain the show to your dinner. And some geese fighting each other for half a rotting hot dog.

“Mhm.” You crumple up your wrapper trash and toss it into the empty paper bag. “Could totally go for a swim.”

He turns and gives you a look. You look right back.

“Should we?” It’s barely a question.

“Um, hell yes,” is all it takes for you to say before you’re clambering out of the car and starting for the fountain. He follows closely after, jogging to catch up with your borderline track-star sprints.

“Wait up!” He calls as you reach the border of the fountain.

“Ugh,” you sigh, impatient. “Hurry up.”

“Mouthy,” he grumbles before kicking off his shoes and bending to fold his pants up over his knees. You just climb straight in and brave the cold.

Squealing, you hop from one foot to the other, shoulders tight as you get used to the freezing water. He laughs and climbs in right beside you.

“Shit,” he curses, and shivers. “This sucks.”

“You suck,” you quip right back and splash around. He stares, disgusted, at the water soaking up your jeans all the way up to your knees.

“You’re gross for wearing jeans in a fountain. That’s worse than wet socks.” He starts to move around as feeling comes back into his toes.

“What, would you prefer me taking my pants off?” A sassy look paints your face and he rolls his eyes.

“No, but you could’ve folded them up like a normal person.”

“I think you forget,” you start, and splash a palmful of water his way. “I’m quirky.”

He gasps, face twisting as the water hits his thighs.

“You’re dead.”

If campus police were patrolling the Quad right now, they’d see two college juniors wading around in a fountain, water up to their knees, having a competition to see who can inflict the most damage. He won, it seems, because your shirt is drenched all the way up to your ribs.

“Okay!” You shout, hands spread to brace yourself. The water in his palm falls. “I’m cold and I want my other McChicken.”

“Fine,” he sighs, and with some difficulty manages to get out of the fountain and back into his shoes. You just make your way back over to his car barefoot, braving the mulch and poorly-sanded concrete.

You both finish your food quickly, discussing menial things like how fast food restaurants always skimp on the pickles and how it’s truly a disservice to the world that so many people don’t know it’s Biggie singing the song Kat dances on the table to in the 1999 classic 10 Things I Hate About You.

When Sapnap pulls up to your house, he shifts the car into park and lets loose a heavy sigh. You whip around, hand on your buckle, and sport a very confused look on your face.

“I’m tired,” is all he says. Head falling onto the seat, he rolls over to give you a half-lidded look. You nod empathetically and climb very carefully out of his passenger seat. Your drunk muscles haven't caught up to your mainly sober brain, which is impairing your ability to look like a functioning human being.

“Thank you for tonight,” you chirp, smiling in at him with your arms folded on the open window sill. The half-drank Oreo McFlurry is lukewarm in your hand. He stares at your flushed lips.

“Anytime you want a drunk McChicken let me know.” He winks. “I have a gift card.”

“You spoil me,” you coo, and step up onto the sidewalk. “I’ll see you sometime soon, yeah?”

He nods, pursed lips fighting a grin.

Cute, you both think at the same time.

Sometime soon, somehow, means the very next day.

It’s breezy yet uncharacteristically hot out, and certainly way too bright for a hungover Y/N.

You’re sat on the porch swing, nursing a hot decaf coffee with lots of sugar and cream. Sunglasses sit comfortably on your nose, but you still have to squint. The pills you took have yet to kick in, so all you have to do is wait and try not to vomit into your mug. Suddenly, your phone lights up and buzzes to life. You press the green button and lift to your ear.

“What do you want?” Your voice is awfully froggy, you realize, and clear your throat.

“Good morning to you too.” Sapnap’s voice rings clear yet husky into your ear. The corners of your lips twitch up into a smile. God, you’re whipped just for the sound of his voice.

“It is definitely not a good morning,” you grumble and switch him into speaker phone. You drop the phone into your lap and stretch out further on the swing.

“Good morning for me,” he chirps cheerfully. “Take anything for the headache?”

“Yes,” you report, sounding like a pouting child and rubbing two fingers into your temple. “Some idiot fed me ice cream last night so this morning I woke up having to both shit and throw up.”

“Aww,” he sympathizes, sounding way too entertained. “That sounds like a you problem.” You stuck out your tongue, but upon realizing he can’t see it, make a ‘hmph’ noise into the mic. “Anyways. I called to see if you wanted to go get breakfast with me. Waffle House, specifically.” You make a face but lift yourself up off the swing, wincing.

“I saw a rat eat an entire piece of french toast there once. But—sure. I’ll pay.” He starts to whine, but you scoff. “Let me love you, bitch. You pay for my McDonald’s and I pay for your pancakes. Easy trade.”

“Whatever. See you in five.” He hangs up right as you twist the front door open and drop your phone onto the couch.

“Who’re you talking to?” comes from the kitchen and you jump, pressing a hand to your chest. A shirtless Karl enters the living room with a bowl of fruit loops in his hand.

“Jesus Christ,” you breathe, and duck into the hall closet for your pair of dirty tennis shoes. “I was talking to Sapnap.”

“Oh,” he says around his mouthful of cereal with a grin. “You guys dating yet?”

You pass him a weird look, bending to tie your shoes.

“Gimme like two weeks. I’ll have him at my beck and call,” you laugh and collapse back into the couch.

“I’ll believe it when I see it.” He quirks an eyebrow and exits stage left into your roommate’s room.

The few minutes it takes for Sapnap to come to your house are short but filled with contemplation. Do you really want to date him? He’s certainly cute enough. Nice enough. And smart enough. He seems to like you too—

A honk interrupts your thoughts. Always having to be obnoxious, huh?

“You’re annoying,” you mumble as you buckle your seatbelt. He just shrugs, tiny smile tugging his lips, and shifts into drive. The short trip to Waffle House proves more quiet than lively. He seems awake, actually, so you attribute the silence to your tumultuous thoughts. The music is nice, though. Bikini Kill is perfect for 10 am.

After you two order (three chocolate chip pancakes for him and two regular waffles with a side of hashbrowns for you), he finally breaks the silence.

“Hey, are we dating?”

You pause with your lip on the rim of your orange juice. Your gaze falls from his lips to his fingers wrapped around the coffee mug. Two silver rings adorn both his middle fingers and they glint underneath the fluorescent lights.

“Do you wanna?” You squint back up at him. The tips of his ears flush pink.

“I-uh… Yeah. Yes,” he says simply. You try to hide a smile, but realize there’s no point.

“Okay.” You take a long drink of your orange juice. “I really like you. A lot. A surprising amount, actually; I haven’t really dated seriously since highschool.”

He nods, shuffling his feet on the tile. What else does he have to be nervous about? you wonder.

“I’ve… kindasortamaybelikedyousincesophmoreyear,” he mumbles and you swallow.

“Huh?” Leaning forward, you set your glass down.

“Um,” he starts but doesn’t finish.

“Did you say you’ve liked me since sophomore year?”

“...Maybe.” His coffee becomes the most interesting thing in the world, apparently. “Do you remember that one time during the Summer Carnival where Karl lost his phone?”

“Uh—yes! Yeah, actually. I do remember that. He found it in the porta-potty. What about it?” The waitress sets down both your plates in front of you and you offer her a smile in thanks before she trundles off to the drink station. You pick up your fork and wait for him to continue.

“I left two hours early because you invited Michael from your computer science class.” You pause around your mouthful of potato and he just stares back, trying not to grin. “Yeah. I thought you were hot and left early because you brought another guy.”

“Michael is gay,” you say slowly.

“Yup.” He nods and shoves a forkful of pancake into his mouth. “Isn’t that so stupid?”

“So stupid,” you tease but your cheeks blush pink.

“Anyways. Now I’m dating you, so. Win for me.”

“Ditto,” you murmur, and manage to fit half of your first waffle into your mouth. “This is the easiest it’s ever been to start dating someone.”

“It’s ‘cause we’re cool, I’m pretty sure,” comes from a mouthful of pancake.

“That’s facts.”

The rest of Pancake House is bustling, a few families with young kids and some other hungover college students scarfing down similar breakfast foods and confections. You two barely give any other customers the time of day, too wrapped up in conversation and each other. The waitress gets a heavy tip after an hour and a half of struggling to swallow dough soaked in syrup and chocolate.

Sapnap walks you to your door after breakfast, hand on your waist and pressed to your side. It feels good. Right.

“I’ll see you Wednesday right?” You ask, turning to him with hopeful eyes. How could he resist?

“Definitely. Wouldn’t miss Game Night for the world— I can’t wait to beat your ass at Uno.”

“You’re insufferable, you know that?” You murmur but you’re already slinging an arm around his shoulder and bringing his mouth down to yours.

You taste like sugar, he thinks. His hands find the small of your back easily, pressing you further forward into him. You hum at that, tracking a hand up the back of his neck and into his hair to grip it between your fingers.

He smells both musky and sweet and cool at the same time: heaven. One of his hands slides up to grip at your neck, thumb rubbing at your jaw, and you make a pleased noise into his mouth. There it is.

“Y/N!” Shrieks from inside your house and you jump, pulling away from Sapnap with a smack.

“What?” You yell back, irritated, and he just laughs as he dips to press a kiss to your cheek.

“Stop tonguing your boyfriend and come help me with my photography project.”

“God damn it,” you sigh and drop your hands. His slide down to just rest on your hips, comfortable. “I have to go.” You're annoyed, that’s for sure, and he prays you aren’t too mean to your roommate.

“Alright.” He dips for a quick kiss one last time. Okay, two more times. Maybe three. But he pulls away, grinning. “I’ll see you Wednesday.”

And then he’s stepping off your porch, walking to his car with his hands in his pockets. You watch his back fondly.

God, boyfriend. He’s your boyfriend. Boynap. Sapfriend. You can’t decide on a name, but all sounds perfect.

Perfectly him.

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A Broken Heart.

Chapter 1

Lee Bodecker x fem!reader

Chapter warnings: slight mentions of sex, 18+,hitting, sad shit, break up, heart break, angst, cursing

Chapter Summary: reader and Lee breakup.

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Chapter 2 //Chapter 3

The world felt as if it were shattering around you, crumbling beneath your feet like the rapture was upon you. Honestly, if the world did come to an end right now you’d be elated. At least you wouldn’t have to deal with your broken heart anymore.

You sat against a wall in your room, wallowing in your own self petty. It’d be three days since Lee Bodecker had broken things off with you. He had said that you were hurting his campaign, that he still loved you but needed a woman of power to help him become sheriff of this godforsaken town.

Lee had taken you out in the same field he took you to every time y’all made love. He kissed you so passionately, held you so closely. If you weren’t so caught up in the way his hands felt against your bare skin, you would’ve noticed how distraught he was the entire time he made love to you. It was his way of saying goodbye before he actually said goodbye. After he’d broken up with you, you felt disgusting and violated.

You’d never felt like that with Lee. He was your deputy and sinner in disguise. He was your rock and your soft place to fall. When the tears finally fill, the most empty feeling you’d ever felt emerged in your gut. One day you thought you were gonna be Mrs. Lee Bodecker. You daydreamed constantly of your wedding day and sharing a bed with the man you loved for the rest of your life ‘til you were old and gray. To know now that dream will always remain a dream.. that’s what hurt the most.

After Lee drove you home, you sat in your room for three days straight, not even coming out for supper. Your momma tried to convince you to eat and it worked once on the second day, until you threw up right after.

She didn’t understand. She’d never been in love, not really. Not love like you and Lee had. People told y’all all the time how rare and beautiful your love for one another was and you agreed. Just looking back on those memories made you sick. You listened in awe of how beautiful your love was not knowing Lee would only break your heart days later.

Today was Sunday, the lord's day, and usually you never wanted to go to church, but today you really didn’t want to go. The whole town, including Lee and his new arm candy, would be there. It’s the first time you’d be seeing Lee since he dropped you off. It was too soon, especially since you knew he’d already moved on.

As you sat with your head between your knees, your momma barged through your bedroom door.

“Jesus, girl. Why aren’t you up and ready to go? Church starts in an hour and you aren’t gonna make me late again.” She stomped over to your closet and shuffled through your dresses.

“Momma.. I- I’m not ready. I can’t see… him with her. I just ain’t ready for that kinda humiliation.” You sighed, trying to reason with your Bible-thumpin momma.

“Oh, no. You’ve embarrassed me enough this week. Disappearin’ for three whole days over a boy? You’re pathetic. You know, back in my day, we didn’t get to sit around and sulk the days away. No. We had to carry on like everything was fine and that’s what you’re gonna do. Now, get dressed.” She threw you a dress, one of your favorites actually. It was a teal blue, babydoll dress that you usually saved for special occasions, but you weren’t feeling very special at the moment and now you were just pissed off.

You stood and came face-to-face with your momma, “I’m not going. You have no idea how I feel. You can’t. You’ve never felt love the way we had it, Momma. No one ever loved you or me the way I love Lee. You couldn’t possib-“

Just then you felt a sharp sting against your cheek as your momma slapped you across the face.

“Not. Another. Word. You will be dressed and waitin for me at the car in ten minutes. No poutin’ and no sulkin’ in the pews. I don’t wanna hear another word about that boy.” She turned to exit your room but turned around to give you one last dig to the heart, “And, honey, a man in love would never have done what he did to you. Remember that next time you wanna preach to me about love.” With that she left your room. Your cheek still stung from the unexpected hit to the face. Your momma was cruel but she’d never hit you before.

The slap, in a way, was kind of refreshing. For a split second you’d totally forgotten about Lee. Only for a second, though. His crystal blue eyes and cheshire lips never leave your thoughts completely. You shook your head in defeat, trying to erase him from your mind. It didn’t work, but you took a deep breath and began getting ready.

//

The church parking lot was full when you and your momma pulled in. Rickety old trucks to brand spankin new, brightly colored cars littered the dusty lot. You spotted Lee’s car immediately, thankfully he was already inside.

The whole town came to this church, which wasn’t that many people. Nevertheless, everybody knew everybody and, even if you didn’t care, everybody knew everybody’s dirty laundry. Old Man Karl got pulled over last week for a DUI, Nancy from the library cheated on her husband with his brother and.. oh yeah, Lee Bodecker dumped his long time girlfriend for the mayor's daughter.

Lee and yours breakup was the talk of the town. You were the fresh, new gossip in this boring as hell town and there’s nothing you could do about it.

You couldn’t get two steps into the church without being bombarded by women you didn’t want to know but also knew too much about, asking if you were alright and that they’d pray for you on this ‘beautiful, glorious Sunday morning’. Yeah, same shit different day, different person.

One woman stayed to chat with your momma, so you went to find your seat. Your usual spot was next to Lee and naturally that’s where you headed, only to be greeted by Lee and His new girlfriend, Laura-Jean Mancon. She was one of those girls who’d been pretty her whole life. Blind hair, blue eyes and a huge rack. Everybody thought she’d go into modeling or start an acting career but she never did. Instead, she stayed and was now going to marry Lee. In your eyes, that’s the best path she could’ve taken. You’d take her place any day.

“Mornin’ Y/n.” Lee cleared his throat, unable to make eye contact with you.

“L-“ You went to say his name but found you couldn’t. It was only one syllable, only three letters and it pained you to even think about, let alone say aloud. You cleared your throat, “Laura-Jean, nice to see you again.”

Laura-Jean said nothing in return. She just hummed, waiting for you to talk away.

“I guess I’ll go.. find me a new seat.” You took a deep breath when you felt the tears welling up in your eyes, again. Lee stared straight forward the whole time you stood there, too cowardly to even look you in the eyes. Some Sheriff he’ll be.

You scanned the crowd of people and found your momma in the front row, of course. You made your way up the aisle and took your seat next to her. The chorus sang their hems and the preacher clapped his way in on the last versus.

“How are we doin’ on this fine Sunday mornin’?” he drawled to the crowd. He got an assortment of greetings in return.

“I said ‘HOW ARE WE DOIN ON THIS BRIGHT N’ SHINY SUNDIE MORNIN’?’.”

“GOOD” the people shouted in return. You could hear Laura-Jean giggling over something but you wouldn’t dare look back. Lee always made church bearable, making wise cracks at the preaches expense.

“Now, today I’d like to talk a little bit about love. Of course, we’re always talkin’ about love when it comes to our lord and savor, Jesus Christ. But just for a moment, it ain’t about him. No. This mornin’ I’m preachin’ to you about young love.”

Here we go.

“It comes and goes so fast, but when you have it, it’s one of the most beautiful things this world can offer you.. especially when you put a little Jesus in it.” The church laughed. You knew where this was going. Your stomach churned as you sunk down into the pew.

“I’d like to ask the newly engaged folks in the crowd to come and join me up here. You know who you are, soon to be Mr. and Mrs. Lee Bodecker.”

Your heart felt as if it were going to explode, a tear escaped through your lashes and you quickly wiped it away.

They walked up hand in hand, smiling for cheek to cheek. How could he be so happy, so calm after only being broken up for less than a week? Did he ever love you? Really love you. Like you loved him. Obviously not because you could never, in good conscience do this to him. You couldn’t stand on a stage wrapped arm in arm with another man while Lee sat, just as you were now, devastated and totally distraught.

“So tell us,” the preach beamed. “When’s the big day.”

Lee looked at you with a pained expression as Laura-Jean answered the preach.

“May 21st”

Your breathing heavies at the reply. Turning to your momma you whispered, “Momma, that’s in two weeks.”

“I know that. Now, hush.” She side eyed you with a full smile still pressed to her lips. Even your own mother didn’t seem to care about your feelings. You sat there, listening to Laura-Jean go on and on about their ‘big day’. Tears streamed down your face and you let them. You’d given up on trying to hide how hurt you really felt. When you looked up, Lee stared straight at you. He wasn’t crying but his pain ridden face told you everything. One look at him and you couldn’t breathe anymore. You stood abruptly, all eyes were on you and Laura-Jean had stopped talking.

“I- excuse me.” You said before booking it out the back door. Lee hollered out, asking you to wait. It was too late. You were half way out the door and couldn’t stand to be in that room for another second.

Your feet stomped against the grave, dust clouding up in your wake as you made your way to the road.

“Y/n!” Lee called out after you.

“Go away. I have nothing to say to you, L- fuck.” You cursed, trying desperately to get away from him.

“I said wait, goddammit.” He growled, capturing your bicep in his large hand.

“Let go of me!” You whined sounding out of breath.

“Not until you listened to what I have to say.”

“What, Lee? What could you possibly have to say?”

“I- I.. dammit. I know I put you in a tough position but-“

“A tough position?” You repeated.

“Let me finish.” He sighed and released your arm from his grasp, “I know I hurt you. I can’t even begin to tell you how sorry I am, but, doll, this is it. This is my only chance at becoming Sheriff. You know how hard I’ve worked to get here and you’ve always been so supportive of my dream. I- I just thought.. out of everyone you would understand.”

Your skin burned as you imagined smoke blowing from your ears. Did he really just say that? That you should understand the break up and go on with your life like nothing happened like he is? You stood there frozen, breathing heavier and heavier as your brain tried to come up with a coherent response while trying to also remain a lady.

“I- I still love you. You know that, right?” He asked, bringing a hand to your cheek and wiping a stray tear away.

You flinched at his burning touch and slapped his hand away, “Don’t touch me. Don’t you ever touch me again. I don’t love you anymore. I can’t love you. Shit… seeing you was the best part of my day and now I can’t even look at you without feeling like my heart is being ripped out of my chest. I can’t even say your name anymore. Everything about you, now, fills me with so much pain and dread. So if that’s what your love is, keep it. I don’t want it anymore.”

“Doll,” A tear ran down his cheek, you now being the one who’s breaking his heart. “I never meant to hurt you. I swear.” He sniffles.

“Well, you did. I’m in so much pain.” You sobbed, “I’m in so much pain and I have no one to go to because you were my person. You have left me completely empty and utterly alone.”

“Y/n, I-“

“Save it, Bodecker. I’m done talking to you.”

Lee didn’t chase after you this time. He let the tears stream down his face as he watched you walk away. He was just as heartbroken as you but couldn’t show it., not when he was so close to winning this election. He wiped his face with the back of his hand and headed back towards the church. He knew you just needed time and that he’d still see you around town.

Seeing you today took his breath away. You wore your favorite dress that he bought you for your birthday so long ago. You didn’t have on any makeup, which he loved. You were so naturally beautiful and he did still love you with every piece of his shattered heart. He’d eventually come up with a plan to get you back, but for now he would respect your space.

//

Once you’d gotten home and shut the door, you couldn’t help but scream at the top of your lungs. Hoping for some sort of release from all this heartache you felt. Telling him you couldn’t love him was the hardest thing you ever had to do. You sat on the floor in the same position you were in before you left; head between your knees and sobbing like a baby.

There was no escaping him in this town. There was church and the grocery store and the diner you worked at part time. He was everywhere. He’d come in every morning you worked to have coffee with you. He had been a part of every little thing you do in your daily routine for as long as you can remember.

There was never a time you weren’t together. It was always just you and him. He was the one who held you when you were sad, but where was he now when you needed him most?

To you, there was only one way to fix this; get the hell out of here. Completely leave town and start anew somewhere else. You have an aunt that lives right outside of town. You can stay there until it doesn’t hurt anymore.

Wiping the tears from your eyes, you got up. Your aunt agreed to the plan and said you could stay with her for as long as you needed when you called her. You packed a small duffle bag and waited for her to pick you up.

When she did finally pull up out front, you hopped in the car and she drove off, leaving the dusty ole town you called home for so long. You took in a deep breath as you drove towards your new life. No Lee, no momma, no worries.

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on the rebound | jeong jaehyun social media!au | part 23

↳ In an attempt to finally move on from his ex-girlfriend, basketball star Jeong Jaehyun reaches out to Y/N, who he knows has a crush on him.

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You lovingly gazed back down at the big bouquet on your lap, and your smile automatically grew bigger at the sight of the beautifully arranged flowers sent by Jaehyun. Your fingers brushed against the small note card attached, rereading the cursive print: Thinking of my favorite person again <3

“From, your... boyfriend,” you finished, feeling your cheeks warm, still slightly unaccustomed to the label that reminded you that Jaehyun was yours.

In the past few days, Jaehyun gained confidence to show more affection towards you. Although you noticed he preferred to do so in private, in front of your friend group, he had no problems occasionally holding your hand, or putting his arm around your shoulders, or giving you quick kisses. Jaehyun also enjoyed taking you on romantic dinner dates, and when neither of you felt like going out, he would order takeout and bring it over to your apartment. You were kind of sure it was an excuse for him to stay the night, too, not that you were complaining at all. You adored him for making you feel loved.

Soft knocks appeared on your bedroom door, pulling you away from your thoughts. After you acknowledged the person on the other side, the door opened, and Sujin’s head popped in. “Do you need anything from the store?” your friend asked. “Johnny and I are gonna go right now. I need to buy more shampoo and conditioner.”

“Um... can you please get bread and eggs? We’re about to run out. Also, do we need anything for the beach house?”

“Got it, and I don’t think so? I mean, if you think of anything, you can just text us while we’re there. To be honest, I haven’t even started packing yet,” Sujin sighed.

“Same,” you admitted, matching the other’s sigh. “And where’s Ten? I haven’t seen him since I got home.”

“Taking a nap. Oh, by the way, I just finished my laundry, so you can go ahead and do yours—”

“Sujin!” you heard Johnny call from the living room. “Are you ready? Let’s head out.”

“Coming!” replied Sujin as she turned back to you. She said goodbye in a sing-song voice, but not before her eyes shifted down to the bouquet, grinning. “Gorgeous flowers!”

The rest of the day went by in a tranquil manner. You did laundry, and when Sujin and Johnny returned from the store and Ten woke up, the four of you spent a majority of the time together catching up on your favorite TV show until the evening.

“Geez, it’s almost ten thirty,” Johnny said with a yawn, stretching his arms as he glanced at the clock on the wall. “I think I’m gonna call it early. Got the morning shift.”

Sujin lifted her head from your shoulder and removed the blanket from the both of you. “Yeah, I’m getting tired, too,” she said. “Guess that’s it for the night.”

You reached for the remote to turn the TV off. “Aw, okay. I should really start packing for the weekend anyway, it’s—”

The ring of the doorbell cut you off, causing you to look at your roommates in confusion, and they returned the same look.

“Were we expecting anyone?” you asked, brows drawn together, and the others shook their heads.

Johnny was the one who walked over to the door and looked through the peephole. “It’s for you, Y/N,” he said, pushing the door open, revealing a sheepish Jaehyun at the entrance. He was dressed in a gray sweatshirt and pants.

Your boyfriend gave a single wave. “Hey, guys,” he greeted before turning his attention to you. “Um, I texted you a few times, but you didn’t respond.”

“What? I should’ve heard—” You started, but then immediately remembered that you put your phone on silent, faced down next to you in order to focus on the show. You let out a groan, cursing yourself mentally. “I’m sorry. My phone was on silent, and I haven’t checked it.”

Johnny closed the door and bid goodnight, with the others following after him to the hallway, leaving you and Jaehyun alone.

“Night, guys. Did I come at a bad time?” Jaehyun asked you, wrapping his arm around your waist and leaning down to give you a soft kiss on the lips. You noticed the worried look on his face when you pulled away and could not help but kiss his pouty lips again.

“No, they were headed to bed anyway,” you assured him. “I’m really sorry I didn’t read your texts. What did they say?”

“I wanted to take you out to see you, but I guessed I ended up doing so anyway,” he said with a chuckle.

You giggled. “You literally saw me yesterday when we all hung out with everyone at the bowling alley.”

Jaehyun shrugged. “What can I say? You have me under some kind of spell.”

You let out another laugh, playfully rolling your eyes at the cheesy comment as you reached for his hand, leading him to your room.

“What’d you do all day?” Jaehyun asked.

“Nothing much. Just some chores. I was about to pack right now, but then you showed up.”

“You can still pack. Don’t let me stop you.” He bounced onto your queen-sized bed before sitting back upright, legs hanging off the edge.

“Now, why would I pack,” you started, walking over to Jaehyun, “when I have my handsome boyfriend right in front of me?” You settled yourself over his lap, and he automatically placed both of his hands on your waist.

“I am a pretty interesting person, huh?” Jaehyun replied, licking his lips as he watched you.

“Very.”

You placed both hands on the sides of his face and kissed him. You caught scent of the woodsy cologne he always wore; it had grown to become one of your favorites, too. The kiss was sweet, and a part of you wanted Jaehyun to take it a little further, but Jaehyun pulled away, slightly taking you by surprise. “I... actually came here for another reason,” he told you softly, tucking stray hairs behind your ear and staring into your eyes.

“What is it?”

He started reaching into his pocket, so you moved off of him, sitting yourself next to your boyfriend as he pulled the content out. Jaehyun handed you a small box with a brand name printed on top. “Open it,” he said.

When you opened the box, you gasped, eyes wide at the beautiful rose gold heart necklace displayed inside. The chain was simple and the heart was small, but you knew from the brand that it was expensive. “Jaehyun...”

“Do you like it?” he asked, smiling as he watched your reaction. “Can I put it on you?”

You did not know what to say, so you nodded your head, handing the box back to Jaehyun. He removed the necklace from the box. “Turn around.”

Your body turned to the opposite side, facing the wall. You felt Jaehyun’s body warmth as he moved closer behind you. He placed the necklace in front of you, and you gathered your hair, lifting it up so that he could bring the chain around to the back and connect the clasp. You let your hair down and fiddled with the heart between your thumb and index finger, smiling to yourself. Then you felt Jaehyun’s fingers touch your skin as he brushed your hair away and he planted a kiss on the side of your neck.

A shiver ran down your spine, and you sighed at the contact. Turning around, you found Jaehyun watching you as if waiting to see what you would do next. “Thank you,” you said, voice almost in a whisper. “I love it.”

“Good.”

“Are you gonna stay tonight, too?”

“I want to.”

“Good, because I also want you to.”

After you turned off the lights, the moon was the only illumination, peeking through your window. You laid beside Jaehyun under the covers, and he instantly pulled you closer to him so that you were pressing against his chest. You practically melt in his arms, feeling safe around him. “Because of you, I’m starting to not like sleeping alone as much,” you mumbled, trying to fight off sleep.

Jaehyun chuckled. “Then it’s already going according to plan. You’re gonna be the one whipped for me.”

“Says the guy who showed up at my place after I ignored his texts and gifted me an expensive necklace. Who’s whipped for who?”

“Okay now,” Jaehyun said, tickling your side, causing you to burst into giggles before pressing your lips together, remembering your roommates were asleep. “Stop embellishing the story, Y/N. You did not ignore my texts.”

You stuck your tongue out at him jokingly. “Same difference.”

“Mhmm.” The tiredness was apparent in his voice, and your eyes started to drift to a close. Your boyfriend placed a kiss on your forehead, on your nose, and the last one on your lips. You let out a content hum. The last thing you heard before you fell asleep was a low whisper from Jaehyun.

“Night, baby.”

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[atinydise]

Ateez arguing with their s/o in a middle of a make out session (part 2)

❦ Genre: Fluff & Suggestive.

❦ Pairing: OT8.

❦ Word count: 3K.

❦ Requested: Heck yes lol, thank you! 🦋

❦ A/N Note: ⚠️Since I took again an eternity to post it, I advice to read the first part again (or for the first time)! Thank you for liking the 1st one tho! hehe

HONGJOONG

Jongho called the leader once again, even waved in front of his face but still nothing. "Is he ignoring me?" He asked San. His friends shrugged. "He's lost in his thoughts. And he's probably really far away from here." "HYUNG!" Yelled Jongho in the leader's ear. His brain finally reconnected to the reality. "The hell-" "It's been 2 minutes since I'm trying to get your attention." Said Jongho, a bit pissed. "What's going on?" He grabbed his phone, hoping to see any notification. "We need to go back practicing." "Ah.... then I'll join in 2 minutes. I need to call someone." He said, leaving the room. "What on the earth is going on with him?" Whispered San. "No idea." Replied the maknae. Hongjoong went to the restroom, the most far away from the practice room, just to be sure that nobody will bother him. "Okay, please babe pick up." He begged quietly plugging his Air Pods on. [“Hello, it’s the girl who always chosen after her boyfriend’s career. What can I do for you?”] At least you didn’t lose your humor sense.

[“Babe I’m sorry.”] Apologized Hongjoong. [“You are sorry for what exactly?”] [“For ruining the intimate moment, we were about to share.”] [“And?”] Hongjoong rolled his eyes. Good thing for him you weren’t able to see it. [“And to always let my career pass before you.”] [“And?”] You repeated. Your boyfriend was confused for a second. He ignored for what he needed to apologize. [“And... and...”] he stuttered. [“I don’t know.”] He heard a long and heavy growl coming from your side. [“Well. I guess it’s already more than fine.”] You claimed. [“What do you wanted me to say?”] He asked curiously. [“I don’t know... maybe something like ‘to apologize, I’m coming right now and for sure tomorrow you won’t be able to walk’.”] You said, imitating his voice. [“Are you on your period?”] Asked Hongjoong. He knew you so well that he immediately understands when you dirty talked to him, without even a simple stutter. You let a quick silence settle before finally say: [“Yeah.”] [“Then let’s wait a little bit longer then.”] He sneered. [“Coward.”] You replied. [“Love you too.”] [“Me too.”] [“So, we are good?”] He asked. [“Give me at least a hug and we will be good.”] You replied. [“See you tonight then.”] He smiled.

SEONGHWA

[“Hello! You are on Y/N’s voicemail I’m not av-”] Seonghwa growled and let his phone fall on the couch. “She’s not answering I guess.” Claimed Mingi. “No.” Seonghwa rolled his eyes. “She’s ghosting me since... 2 days now.” “Did you try to meet her at school?” “Yeah. I’ve waited 3 hours there. To finally remember that she’s on spring break.” “And at her apartment?” Asked Mingi. “Of course, Sherlock. But nothing.” Sighed Seonghwa. “It’s like she disappeared.” Mingi raised a brow. “She’s probably doing her own life.” The eldest member was suddenly hit by the reality. “Mingi you are a genius!” “Yeah, I know but why?” “We are Thursday!” Claimed Seonghwa, putting his shoes on. “Yeah and?” “Y/N is doing her laundry every Thursday evening! She might be there.” Seonghwa left the dorm so quickly that Mingi was still processing what just happened. “The beck is wrong with him...” Your boyfriend ran to the laundry shop which you are used to go. He prayed the whole way, that you would be sitting there, reading a book or watching a ton of TikTok while your clothes were washing. His heart missed a beat when he spotted you there. As fast as possible, he opened the door. “Babe!” “Hwa?” You raised a brow. “You came here to tell me how to wash my stuff?” Seonghwa ignored your question and turned around. He saw a cute grandma tidying her clothes. “Excuse me ma’am. But I will need you to leave quickly because I’m about to take my girlfriend, right here and right now.” “Seonghwa!” You yelled, outrageously. “Oh, it’s okay darling. I was young too.” Giggled the old lady. You grabbed your boyfriend by the wrist and guided him outside. “What the hell is wrong with you?” You asked, mad. “I want to apologize!” “Do you think it’s the right way to do it?” “I want to prove you that nothing can bother me to have sex with you now. Not a stain and not even an old grandma.” “And the CCTV?” You pointed at the camera fixed where you were standing 2 minutes ago. “I don’t mind having public.” He smirked. “You are unbelievable.” You sneered. “Does it mean you are forgiving me?” “Maybe.” You replied cockily while entering back inside. “Grr. I love when you play hard-to-get.” “What the hell happened to you Park Seonghwa.” You laughed happily.

YUNHO

Yunho was tormented. It was 3AM and he didn’t close his eyes for a second. He was staring at the white ceiling, trying to know how to resolve this situation. You didn’t talk to him after the little incident. Yunho understood why you were mad. He didn’t tell you the truth and the real reason behind his shyness. He glanced at you. The sheet was barely covering your back. He was about to put it right, but the little voice in his head claimed that it was a bad idea. So, he stared at the big spec between both of you. For sure, you could put a third person in the middle. Yunho sighed. What could you to be less mad? The reason of why he decided to stop earlier was because of the stress, not because you weren’t attractive enough. It was the opposite actually. He truly believes that you will think that is too dumb. Just because he’s scared of doing something wrong. Or worse hurting you. But more he was thinking, more it started to be overwhelming for him. “Y/N.” He whispered. “Hm?” You muttered sleepily. “Y/N.” “What? It’s 3AM.” You grunted, still not facing him. “I’m sorry for what happened this evening. I was terrified. I don’t want to do anything wrong with you.” He continued. “I really find you attractive. Even too much sometimes but... I want to have sex with you of course.” You couldn’t help but to smile secretly. His words were well chosen. All the insecurities you had earlier were vanished. Yunho stayed quiet for few seconds, waiting for you to say something, but instead you handed your hand, still facing the wall. He understood that it was an invitation to cuddle. “So, we are good now?” He asked, positioning behind you. “Yeah.” You replied, rubbing his hand which was resting on your stomach. “Cool.” He whispered, finally relaxing. “Thank you for telling me.” You said. “So... do you want to try it right now?” He shyly asked. “I’m tired Yunho.” You declined. “Sure. Okay. No problem.” He replied. “But can we change our position because you are waking up the ‘beast’?” You laughed when you felt his boner pocking on your butt. “Told you... you were too much attractive sometimes.” He giggled, blushing a bit.

YEOSANG

A new notification. But not coming from you. Yeosang was waiting for you to send a message like you usually do in the morning. But the next day after your little and stupid argument, you were remaining silent. “She should have sent a message already. It’s 10AM.” Said Yeosang, frustrated. “Just let her breath.” Sighed Jongho, playing PlayStation on the upper bed. “I didn’t send a text to her yet. She should be the one apologizing.” “Why?” “We are 2 making love. So? She can buy condoms for me too!” “You right.” Started Jongho. “But you should always have a pack or at least one, on you.” “On which side are you?” Growled Yeosang. “None. Your intimacy isn’t my business. But I just admitted that both of you are wrong.” Declared the maknae. “Since when are you so mature?” Sighed his friend. “I need someone who can tell that I’m right.” Jongho stayed quiet. He would never say something like this when knew he was 100% right. “And she would never buy one because she would be ashamed of it.” Added Yeosang. “The cashier doesn’t care. You are not the only one in the earth to buy one.” Replied Jongho. “We are going to see if you have the same speech when you’ll buy for yourself.” “I do already.” “W-wait what?” Just when Yeosang was getting curious, you entered the room like a storm. “Kang Yeosang!” You threw the plastic bag on him. “What th- ouch!” “Jongho, I will ask you to leave the room for an hour. Or 2.” You removed your jacket. Yeosang opened the bag and threw everything on the bed. His eyes widened when he saw a dozen condoms’ pack. “The hell Y/N-” “I bought exactly 12 packs to show that you don’t need to be ashamed about it and that no one cares.” Jongho exited the room completely flustered, but with a bigger esteem for you. “Okay now remove your pants.” You ordered, pulling out your hoodie. “Like? Right now? Not even a make out-” “It’s been 10 hours that I’m waiting.” “O-Okay.” Yeosang was a bit taken a back, but it was fast forgotten when you unclasped your bra.

SAN

You rolled on your bed once again. You were so frustrated and mad at San. The vein on your forehead couldn't stop popping out every time you remembered him picking up his phone. Angrily, you covered your entire face with a pillow. Desperately, you tried to erase of these thoughts. Just when you were finally finding some peace, the fire alarm resonated in your apartment. You jumped out of your bed and went straight to the kitchen. Instead of seeing a big fire, you saw San opening the window as wide as he could. "What is going on?!" You claimed, grabbing a chair. San was panicked as you, or even more. He was trying to push the smoke out of the room while wondering what you were doing. On your tippytoe, you pushed the button to stop this annoying and loud noise. "Thanks God." Sighed San, relieved. "The heck you are trying to do. Burn my apartment?" You turned off the stove. "I wanted to prepare a royal breakfast for you." He pouted, disappointed that his surprise failed. You looked around you, now that the smoke was slowly disappearing, you could see the entire mess in the kitchen. Flour was spread on every parcel of the counter, one or two eggs were smashed on the floor, milk was spilled on cupboard and an incredible number of dishes were stacked in the sink. "Yeah, that's the first time I make pancakes by myself." He scratched his head. "Choi San..." "I want to apologize for yesterday! But I wanted to do it right!" "Oh nice. So, you said 'to apologize to Y/N because I've completely ghosted her to talk with my teammate that I can see every day, I'll burn her apartment'?" "Babe! I'm really sorry." He apologized once again. "I will do everything you want for a week." "Everything?" You raised a brow, curious. "Yeah." "Okay, then start by cleaning your mess." You pointed at the counter. "After that let's clean the entire apartment." "Sure." He nodded. "After that... we will eat at our favorite restaurant. And you are going to pay." "Wow. Sex must be really important for you." Declared San, when the list didn't stop. "Never stop a horny woman." You warned him.

MINGI

["I'm parked in front of your building. Let's talk really quick."] You read this text message at least 10 times to be sure you understood well. It's been 2 days since the practice room accident. You only exchanged few messages but nothing more. You didn't mind giving him a proper answer. You just put your hoodie back on, and of course by "your" it means "his", and left the dorm, without warning your roommates. But honestly, by the way you went out, dressed like this, they could only assume that you were about to meet Mingi. Just when you got out of the building, you spotted your boyfriend's car, as he said, right in front of the door. You hesitated a second, but finally hoped in. "You should have wear something warmer. It's cold outside." He said instantly, when he saw your bare legs. "Good evening to you too Mingi." You greeted him sarcastically. "Do you drove here, just to scold me about my outfit?" "No, of course no." He whispered, looking right at the street in front of him. Since, a big and awkward silence settled. None of you wanted to say something, too afraid to tell something risky and lead one of you to be mad. It felt like walking on a really straight and thin line. You played nervously with the hem of the hoodie, which was barely covering your legs, you noticed. That's probably why he scolded you. For your own good. As always. "I'm sorry." You both apologized at the same time. You glanced at each other, surprised and giggled cutely. "I'm sorry." Insisted Mingi, grabbing your hand. "Me too." You smiled to him. "Sorry for almost crushing you with my weight." He added. "You did." "And sorry for almost make you bald." "You did it too." Mingi pinched your leg gently, happy to see that you were still bratty sometimes. "Ooookay! I'm kidding! I'm sorry for what I've said too. That's wasn't really nice." "Yeah, it wasn't." "Song Mingi-" "Soo..." you didn't have enough time to say anything that he started the car. "Where are we going?" You asked enthusiastically, putting your seatbelt. "Just want to bring you somewhere. So, we can talk about these 2 terrible days." "Oh, I thought you wanted to go in a Love Hotel." You joked. "That's the plan too." "I-"

WOOYOUNG

2 weeks since your argument but 4 weeks since you shared an intimate moment. You needed to admit that even a flick on your forehead would turn you on. You were so needy. But no way Wooyoung could know it. You tried your best to stay far away from him when sleeping, so you wouldn't end by griding your butt on him, desperately. Usually, Wooyoung was really touchy, and he would initiate a make out session the first one, but surprisingly, he only exchanged a peck or a hug from time to time. You spotted him covering his manhood, with a blanket sometimes. He would always pretext that he is cold. But you are not dumb. He takes shower way much longer than usual tooo. On his side, Wooyoung was really struggling to not give up the first one. He was barely looking at you. He knew that with only one shorty or croc-top, it was over for him. In conclusion, you were 2 idiots trying to suppress their arousal for each other, just because of an argument. "Do you want to watch a movie?" Offered Wooyoung. "Sure, and I know how much you like movies." You smirked. Your boyfriend rolled his eyes and ignored your comment. Instead of insisting on the subject again, he played the first movie that appeared. It was a really nice and chill one until the main actress discovered the wild side of college. It started by a scene and then other one. Followed by 3 more. Inside Wooyoung was hoping that you wouldn't notice the form on his sweatpants. "What a movie huh." He laughed nervously. "Yeah." You nodded. "They are really getting it huh." "They are really liking these scenes." "They are really well made." He replied dumbly. "Maybe that's what they want." "Of course, everyone wants that." "Yeah. Everyone." You repeated. "Everyone." "You exchanged a quick glance. Wooyoung was finally the first one to give up. "Do you-" "Heck yes!" You replied. "You should have told me!" "No, I was too mad at you!" "Do you really want to argue again? Right now?" He asked. "No." "Okay then go because I'm going to explode!"

JONGHO

"I still don't understand how you ended here, right in front of my college." You raised a brow at Seonghwa and Yeosang. "We were just having a cool walk and unconsciously ended here." Replied Seonghwa, the most natural possible. "The campus is 30 minutes away from KQ Quarter. And 30 minutes with a car." "We had a pretty long walk, okay?" Replied Yeosang, nervously and almost aggressively. "Okay okay... relax dude." You rolled your eyes. "You should come with us a bit." Started Seonghwa. "There's a park next to the campus. Let's talk there few minutes." Added Yeosang. "You guys... are acting really strangely." You claimed. Without asking your authorization, they each picked your arm and brought you to the park. You could fight or ask them to leave you alone, they wouldn't. Seonghwa almost needed oo ask people to not all the police. "What the heck guys? I really need to study and-" You stopped right when you saw your boyfriend sitting peacefully in front of you. A big blanket and a bunch of food were cautiously set on the grass. "Hi babe." Smiled Jongho. "What is this?" You asked. "You prepared all of this?" "Yeah." He scratched his head. "I hope you like it." "And we helped." Whispered Yeosang. "Are you doing this because you said your coach's name when we were making out." "You what?" Almost chocked Yeosang. "Eeew, this is disgusting!" Added Seonghwa. "It was an accident!" He rolled his eyes. "An accident." You crossed your arms on your chest. "I'm really sorry baby. I swear it was only because I've worked with her few hours ago." Explained Jongho. "Anyway, it's not like she's sexy. She's 60 years old and so strict and rude." Said Seonghwa. "She is sexy." Said Yeosang. All of you stared at him. "I'm joking. Relax." He sighed. "Y'all ready need to chill sometimes..." "So do you want to spend an afternoon with me?" Asked the maknae. "Of course." You accepted happily. "Cool! Then sit here." He pointed at the comfy place settled between pillows. "Thank you, Mark." "Mark?" "I'm kidding!" You giggled. "1 point for me now." "Unbelievable." Smiled Jongho.