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𓈃 ★ PRINCESS DIAIRIES | PARK SUNGHOON

synopsis you are a shy, awkward teenager living with your artist mother. your life is turned upside down when you discover you are the heir to the throne of genovia. at first, you're reluctant to accept your new identity. as you face challenges at school, with the media, and within yourself, you struggle to balance your normal life with your royal duties. sunghoon, who has secretly liked you for a long time, finds himself falling even more for you as he sees you grow into your new role. as you navigate your new life, you and sunghoon grow closer, sharing quiet moments and, most importantly, falling in love.

word count 6.8k+

meet the cast best friend's brother!sunghoon x quiet kid/princess!fem reader (feat haneul from kiss of life + other ocs)

genre high school au, royal au, angst, fluff, romance, best friend brother au, unpopular to popular, crack, princess diaries based

warnings swearing, kissing, small grammar errors, everyone being mean to yn at first, some annoying characters, mentions barfing, yn being played by a boy at one point, some second hand embarrassment scene 😓,

danielle's note 𖥔 so i just watched like princess diaries yesterday and i ended up falling in love with it so i wanted to write a long ass au for this. plus like i had to cook up a good plot so 😈 sorry if this is ass but anyways i hope u guys enjoy this (this fic is for my fav hoon stan ><)

﹙⠀ PLAYiNG . . . ⠀good luck babe by chappell roan, feather by sabrina carpenter, saturn by sza, i love you so by the walters, obsessed by olivia rodrigo, xo by enhypen, break up with your girlfriend by ariana grande

YOU WAKE UP TO THE SOFT CHIMES OF YOUR ALARM, gradually getting louder until you reach over and silence it. You fumble for your glasses on the bedside table. Once they're on, the world comes into focus: your room adorned with vibrant art pieces that was made by your mother.

You stretch and get out of bed, your feet touching the cool floor. Your school uniform is laid out neatly on the chair by your desk: a skirt, a crisp white blouse, and a blazer. You put on the uniform, the fabric feeling stiff but familiar. As you stand in front of the mirror, you run a brush quickly through your hair. Makeup isn’t part of your routine; you prefer to keep things simple.

Heading downstairs, you hear the familiar sounds of your mom humming along to music in her studio. You grab your backpack from the hook by the door and slip on your shoes. The house smells of fresh paint and coffee, a comforting mix you've grown up with.

“Have a good day at school, sweetheart! Also, don't be nervous during the speech!” your mom calls from her studio, not looking up from her canvas.

“Thanks, Mom. I will,” you reply softly, even though she can't see you.

Stepping outside, the morning air is cool and crisp. You take a deep breath, adjusting your backpack on your shoulders, and start walking to school. You keep your head down, not wanting to draw any attention to yourself.

YOU ARRIVE AT SCHOOL, spotting Haneul leaning against the bike racks, her face lighting up as she sees you. She's waving enthusiastically, and you can’t help but smile back. Haneul, like you, is considered one of the "losers," known for being a "nerd." But she’s your best friend, and that label doesn’t bother either of you much.

“Hey,” you greet her, adjusting your backpack.

“Morning! Ready for another thrilling day of high school?” she jokes, rolling her eyes.

You both laugh and start walking towards your first class. As usual, you pass the popular girls, Eunae and her two "minions", who are gossiping loudly by their lockers. Your eyes dart towards your crush, Siwoo, who’s with them. His blonde hair is always perfectly styled, falling just above his eyebrows in a way that frames his sharp, expressive eyes. Those eyes, a deep shade of brown, seem to hold a confident, almost teasing glint. His smile is captivating, often described as a blend of boyish charm and genuine warmth, making him instantly likable to many (such as you). Your heart sinks as you see him kissing Eunae. You roll your eyes, trying to forget it.

“Ugh, seriously?” Haneul mutters, noticing the scene as well. “She’s so fake.”

You nod in agreement, but your attention shifts as you catch sight of Sunghoon, Haneul’s older brother, standing nearby. His dark hair, slightly tousled, falls naturally around his face. His eyes, a striking shade of hazel, are often focused.

You give him a small wave. Sunghoon notices and waves back, his smile warm and genuine. The bell rings, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Come on, we don’t want to be late,” Haneul says, tugging at your sleeve.

“Yeah, let’s go,” you reply, falling into step beside her as you make your way to class.

CLASS TIME BEGINS, and your heart races as you try to focus on the lesson. When Siwoo stands up to give his speech, you can't help but be mesmerized. His blonde hair is perfect, shining under the classroom lights, and his confidence radiates as he speaks. You know Siwoo isn’t the brightest student, more of an athlete than an academic, but that doesn’t matter to you. He’s cute, and that’s enough.

As he finishes his speech, Eunae and her two friends erupt into loud cheers, their high-pitched voices echoing in the room. You roll your eyes internally but feel a pang of nervousness as you realize your turn is coming up. Public speaking has always been your weak point.

When your name is called, you stand up, feeling the weight of everyone’s eyes on you. Your legs feel like jelly as you walk to the podium, your heart pounding in your chest. You hear Eunae giggling with her friends, and it only heightens your anxiety.

"Look who's next," Eunae whispers loudly to her friends, making sure you hear.

You take a deep breath and start your speech, but the words come out in a stutter. "S-so..."

You push up your glasses, hoping it will give you some confidence, but it only makes things worse. The giggles turn into outright laughter, and you can feel your cheeks burning with embarrassment. Your stomach churns, making you feel like you’re going to be sick.

"Oh my God, she can't even talk properly," Eunae says, loud enough for the whole class to hear. More laughter follows her comment.

In the far corner of the room, you notice Sunghoon watching. His eyes are calm, and there's a hint of concern in his expression You feel like you're about to barf and, in a panic, you rush out of the classroom. The laughter follows you, echoing in your ears.

Once outside, you lean against the wall, taking deep breaths to calm yourself. Tears prick at your eyes as the embarrassment washes over you. You feel utterly defeated, wishing you could just disappear. You were always the invisible one, what should you expect?

AFTER SCHOOL, you walk home, the events of the day replaying in your mind. When you step inside, the familiar smell of your mom's cooking greets you. You head to the kitchen, where she’s stirring something on the stove.

"Hey, sweetheart," she says, looking up with a concerned expression. "I heard you barfed in class today. Are you okay?"

You sigh, dropping your backpack on the floor. "Yeah, it was just… really embarrassing."

Your mom walks over and gives you a comforting hug. "I'm sorry that happened. Kids can be really mean sometimes."

You nod, feeling a bit better with her support. "Thanks, Mom."

She pulls back and looks at you seriously. "There’s something I need to tell you. Your grandmother is coming over for tea next week."

You look at her, confused. "Grandmother? But we never talk to her."

"I know," your mom says, her tone softening. "This is the first time we’re going to meet her. She’s your father's mother. After your father passed away a few months ago, she reached out. She said she wanted to speak with you specifically."

You blink in surprise. "Me? Why me?"

"I don’t know," your mom admits. "But I think it’s important to hear her out. She might have something to share that’s meaningful to you."

You take a deep breath, feeling a mix of curiosity and apprehension. "Okay. I’ll talk to her."

Your mom gives you a reassuring smile. "It’ll be fine." You nod, trying to push aside any other thoughts on your mind.

YOU WALK INTO THE CAR MOTOR PLACE, the familiar scent of oil and rubber filling the air. Your heart races as you see your Mustang in the garage, a little closer to the dream car you’ve been saving up for. It still needs a lot of work, but you’re determined to have it ready for your 17th birthday.

As you approach the car, you hear the final notes of a performance. Sunghoon finishes his set and the crowd disperses, girls whispering excitedly about how hot he is. But he pays them no mind. Instead, he walks straight toward you, his eyes lighting up with a genuine smile.

"Hey," he greets, his voice smooth and warm. "Checking on the car?"

You nod, unable to help but smile back. "Yeah, it's coming along slowly but surely."

He glances at the Mustang, then back at you. "It's going to look amazing when it's done. You've been saving it up for a while,"

You blush at the compliment, feeling a flutter in your chest. "Thanks, Sunghoon."

His smile widens, and he leans a bit closer. "If you need any help with the car, just let me know. I'd be happy to lend a hand."

"Really? That would be amazing," you reply, feeling a warmth spread through you at his offer.

Sunghoon's eyes twinkle "Anything for you," he says softly, before giving you one last smile.

YOU STAND AT THE ENTRANCE OF THE GRAND MANSION, your eyes wide with awe. The sheer size and elegance of the mansion are overwhelming. Fancy maids and butlers bustle around. You clutch your cheap, simple backpack, a gift from your mother three years ago, and adjust your school uniform nervously. Your hair is a bit messy, and your glasses keep slipping down your nose.

As you step inside, the grandeur of the place hits you like a tidal wave. The floors are polished to a gleaming shine, intricate chandeliers hang from the high ceilings, and every piece of furniture looks like it belongs in a museum. You can't help but feel out of place, a small figure in this space.

Just then, you hear the soft click of heels on the marble floor. You look up to see her, your grandmother, a woman you've never met before. She descends the grand staircase with an air of grace and authority, her posture perfect and her gaze steady. She's dressed in an elegant gown, a deep shade of blue that compliments her dignified demeanor. In contrast, you feel even more self-conscious about your plain school uniform.

"Hello, dear," she greets you with a refined smile. Her voice is smooth and cultured, a stark contrast to your own uncertain tone. You mumble a shy greeting in return, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Please, sit," she says, gesturing to a plush armchair near the grand fireplace. You sit down cautiously, feeling the softness of the cushion beneath you. A maid approaches and places a delicate china teacup in front of you, the steam rising in gentle curls.

Your grandmother takes a seat across from you. She reaches into a small velvet box and retrieves a necklace and charm, the gold catching the light in a mesmerizing way. "Here's a gift," she says, handing it to you, "has been passed down through our family for generations."

You take the necklace. The charm is intricate, a tiny masterpiece that speaks of history and legacy. You swallow hard, feeling a lump form in your throat. You play around with it nervously as your grandmother eyes you quietly.

As you sip your tea, you can't help but make a bit of noise, your lack of manners showing. Your grandmother eyes you critically but says nothing about your manners. Instead, she clears her throat, the sound resonating in the quiet room.

"I have some news for you," she announces, her tone serious and measured.

You stop stirring your tea and look up, pushing your glasses up your nose in a nervous habit. "What is it?" you ask, curious.

She takes a deep breath, her gaze steady and unwavering. "You are the Princess of Genovia."

For a moment, the world seems to stand still. You choke on your tea, coughing violently as you try to process her words. "What?" you exclaim.

She nods, her expression grave. "Your father was the Prince of Genovia, which makes you the next heir."

"No, no way," you stammer, shaking your head, "I'm just… an invisible me. There's no way I'm a princess."

Your grandmother's gaze softens slightly, "It's true, my dear. Your father never had the chance to tell you, but this is your birthright."

The weight of her words presses down on you, a crushing force that makes it hard to breathe. Your life, once simple and predictable, has been changed.

"No," you whisper, your voice trembling. "This can't be happening."

Your grandmother is about to explain further, her lips parting to speak, but the overwhelming reality hits you like a freight train. You stand up abruptly, your chair scraping against the floor with a harsh sound that echoes in the grand room. "I need to go," you say, your voice breaking.

Without waiting for a response, you turn and rush out of the mansion, your footsteps echoing in the vast hallway. you push the door open, the bright sunlight outside momentarily blinding you. You stumble down the steps.

You walk quickly, almost running, trying to put as much distance between yourself and the mansion as possible. How can this be real? How can you, an quiet girl with a simple life, be a princess? You are the Princess of Genovia. And your life will never be the same again.

THE NEXT DAY, the reality of the previous day’s still hangs heavily over you. You can hardly focus on anything, your mind constantly drifting back to the shocking news. You try to go about your usual routine, but everything feels different, surreal.

As you sit at the kitchen table, pushing your breakfast around your plate, you hear a knock at the door. Your mother goes to answer it, and you strain to hear the conversation. Your heart skips a beat when you hear your grandmother’s voice.

“Hello, my dear,” she greets your mother politely. “May I come in?”

“Of course,” your mother replies, sounding a bit nervous.

They walk into the kitchen together, and your grandmother’s presence fills the small room. She’s dressed impeccably, her elegance stark against the worn, cozy surroundings of your home.

“Good morning,” she says to you with a gentle smile. “I hope you’re feeling a bit better today.”

You manage a nod, but the tightness in your chest doesn’t ease. You notice your mother looks anxious, avoiding your gaze.

“Please, have a seat,” your mother offers, gesturing to a chair. Your grandmother sits gracefully, folding her hands in her lap.

“Yesterday was overwhelming, I know,” your grandmother begins, her tone soft but firm. “But we need to talk more about this. There are important things you need to understand.”

You remain silent, feeling a mix of resentment and curiosity.

“There’s a royal ball in two months,” she continues. “It’s an important event where you’ll be formally introduced as the Princess of Genovia. It’s crucial for our country and for you.”

Your mother takes a deep breath, finally looking at you. “I know this is a lot to take in,” she says. “I should have told you earlier, but I wanted to protect you. I wanted you to have a normal life.”

You feel a surge of frustration. “You knew? All this time?” you ask, your voice shaking.

Your mother nods, her eyes filled with regret. “Yes, I knew. I’m sorry, honey. I thought it was for the best.”

Your grandmother reaches out, placing a hand on yours. “I understand that this is a lot to accept. But you have a duty, a responsibility to your heritage. This is your birthright.”

You pull your hand back, feeling overwhelmed. “I’m just a normal girl. I don’t know anything about being a princess.”

Your grandmother’s expression softens. “You may feel that way now, but you have the potential to be a great leader. We will help you every step of the way. You won’t be alone in this.”

Your mother’s eyes plead with you. “Please, sweetheart. Give it a chance. We’ll support you in any way we can.”

You sit in silence for a few moments, the weight of their words pressing down on you. The idea of being a princess, attending a royal ball, and stepping into a completely different world feels terrifying. But there’s a small part of you that’s curious, that wonders what it would be like to be this new identity.

Finally, you let out a shaky breath. “Okay,” you say reluctantly. “I’ll do it.”

A FEW DAYS LATER, the sun casts a warm glow over your grandmother’s mansion as you arrive. You clutch your simple backpack, feeling out of place yet again as you step into the grand foyer. Your grandmother greets you with a kind smile, her eyes twinkling with anticipation.

“Today’s the day,” she says, leading you to a large room filled with mirrors and high-end beauty products. “I’ve arranged for the best stylists to give you a makeover. They’ll help you look the part of a princess.”

You nod, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. As you take a seat, a team of stylists and beauticians file into the room, each one carrying various tools and products. They begin their work, chatting amiably as they discuss your transformation.

For nearly four hours, you sit patiently as they work their magic. Your hair is trimmed and styled into a sleek, elegant look that frames your face perfectly. Your eyebrows are shaped, making your eyes look bigger and more defined. They remove your glasses and fit you with contact lenses, giving you a clearer view of the world without the barrier of frames.

As they finish up, you catch glimpses of yourself in the mirror, hardly recognizing the person staring back at you. Your skin glows, your features are more defined, and you look… different. Beautiful, even.

Just then, your grandmother walks back into the room. She pauses mid-step, her eyes widening in shock as she takes in your transformation. You stand up and turn to face her, feeling a rush of nerves.

“Oh my,” she breathes, her voice filled with awe. “You look absolutely stunning.”

You blush, feeling a mix of pride and embarrassment. “Really?”

“Really,” she confirms, stepping closer to take a better look. “Your hair, your eyes, everything… You look like a true princess.”

You smile, feeling a warmth spread through you. The stylists beam with pride, knowing they’ve done an excellent job.

Your grandmother reaches out to gently touch your hair. “This is just the beginning, my dear.”

As you walk through the grand halls of the mansion, you feel different. Lighter. More confident. You catch a glimpse of yourself in a large, ornate mirror as you pass by, and for the first time, you see not just a girl, but a princess.

THE NEXT DAY, YOU SIT NERVOUSLY IN THE BACK OF THE LIMO, your fingers fidgeting with the hem of your skirt. You’ve been riding in this luxurious vehicle for a few days now, but it still feels surreal. The thought of people judging you for your sudden change in appearance and status makes your stomach churn. Today, you’re picking up Haneul and Sunghoon.

As the limo pulls up in front of their house, you take a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. The driver opens the door, and Sunghoon steps inside. His jaw drops as he sees you, his eyes widening in shock.

“Y/N… you look…” He’s completely speechless, his gaze fixed on you.

Before he can finish his sentence, Haneul appears, her voice breaking the silence. “Sunghoon, get in already—” Her words trail off as she sees you, her eyes widening in surprise.

Sunghoon finally finds his voice. “You look amazing,” he says, blush creeping up his cheek.

Haneul, on the other hand, doesn’t share his enthusiasm. She crosses her arms, her expression turning sour. “So, what’s the deal? You get a makeover and now you’re one of those popular girls who’ll ditch us?”

Your heart sinks at her words. “Haneul, it’s not like that…”

“It sure seems like it,” she snaps, her voice filled with hurt. “You think you’re better than us now?”

Sunghoon, sensing the tension, tries to intervene. “Haneul, that’s not fair. Let’s hear her out.”

You feel a mix of frustration and sadness. “I haven’t changed on the inside. I’m still me. There’s just a lot going on right now.”

Haneul raises an eyebrow. “Like what?”

The limo moves closer to the school, and you feel the pressure mounting. “I can’t explain it all right now, but you need to trust me.”

As the limo approaches the school, you grab a hat from your bag and put it on, hoping to avoid drawing too much attention. You quickly get out of the car, pulling Haneul aside while Sunghoon steps out slowly, still in shock.

“Haneul, listen,” you whisper urgently, glancing around to make sure no one is overhearing. “I need to tell you something. Please, just hear me out.”

Haneul crosses her arms, still looking skeptical but nods for you to continue.

You take a deep breath, lowering your voice even further. “I’m a princess. The Princess of Genovia.”

“What?” Haneul whispers, her anger dissipating into surprise.

“It’s true,” you say, your voice trembling. “I found out a few days ago. My grandmother told me. My father was the Prince of Genovia, which makes me the next heir.”

Haneul’s expression softens as she processes your words. “Really?” she asks, her voice filled with wonder. “You’re a real princess?”

You nod, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. “Yes. And it’s been overwhelming. I didn’t mean to hide it from you.”

Haneul’s face breaks into a smile, and she reaches out to squeeze your hand. “Why didn’t you just say so? That’s amazing! I’m sorry I was so harsh.”

"I'm sorry, I couldn't tell anyone." I say, shrugging.

Haneul giggles. “So, does this mean we get to visit a castle?”

You laugh, “Maybe one day. But for now, I need you both to keep this a secret.”

Haneul nods “Absolutely. My lips are sealed.”

YOU SIT IN CLASS, your hat pulled low to avoid drawing attention. Your fingers tap nervously on your desk as you try to focus on your work. The day has already been overwhelming, and the last thing you want is more eyes on you. But as the class progresses, you hear a familiar, smug voice from across the room.

“Sir, Y/N is wearing a hat, and I think that’s against the school dress code,” Eunae says, a smirk playing on her lips.

Your cheeks burn with embarrassment as the class turns to look at you. The teacher glances up from his desk, adjusting his glasses.

“Oh, well, that is true,” he says, his tone regretful but firm. “Y/N, unfortunately, you have to take your hat off.”

Taking a deep breath, you reach up and slowly remove your hat, letting your hair cascade down your back. You can feel everyone’s eyes on you, and you brace yourself for the inevitable laughter or teasing. Instead, you hear a murmur of whispers filling the room.

“Oh my god, Y/N, you’re so pretty! Can we be friends?” one girl exclaims.

“Your hair is gorgeous!” another student adds, their tone filled with genuine admiration.

You look up, seeing the mean girls from your class suddenly smiling at you, their previous disdain replaced with a strange, almost predatory friendliness.

“I think it’s a wig,” someone whispers, a hint of skepticism in their voice.

Before the whispers can escalate, Haneul’s voice cuts through the noise. “I think her hair is gorgeous,” she says loudly, her tone firm and supportive. “But let’s get back to class. We have more important things to focus on.”

Her words have the desired effect, and the classroom falls silent. The teacher nods approvingly and returns to the lesson. You glance at Haneul, gratitude evident in your eyes. She gives you a reassuring smile, and you feel a sense of relief wash over you.

YOU'RE WALKING TO SCHOOL ON AC RISP MORNING. Sunghoon is beside you, his hands tucked into the pockets of his uniform.

"So, YN," Sunghoon begins, his tone casual, but there's a hint of something more beneath it. "Do you have any plans for Saturday?"

You glance over at him, raising an eyebrow. "Not really. Why do you ask?"

Sunghoon hesitates for a moment, then looks at you with a mix of hope and excitement. "Well, my band is performing at this new place downtown. It's kind of a big deal for us, and I was wondering if you'd like to come."

You stop walking, "Really? That sounds amazing! I'd love to come."

A grin spreads across Sunghoon's face, and he looks relieved. "Great! It starts at seven. I'll send you all the details later." As you start walking again, the conversation shifts back to lighter topic.

"You know," you say after a while, "I've always wanted to see you perform. This is going to be so cool."

Sunghoon chuckles, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. "I'm glad you're excited. It means a lot to me that you'll be there."

When you reach the school gates, Sunghoon turns to you, "Thanks, YN. For coming on Saturday. I know it's going to be awesome with you there."

You smile, giving him a gentle nudge. "Wouldn't miss it for the world. See you later,"

A FEW DAYS PASS, and you're walking through the bustling school courtyard, lost in thought about what you might wear on Saturday, when you hear someone call your name.

You turn around to see Siwoo, the school's star athlete and the crush you've harbored for as long as you can remember. He's walking toward you with that effortless confidence that always makes your heart race. The chatter around you seems to fade as he gets closer, and you can feel a rush of butterflies in your stomach.

"Hey, YN," Siwoo says, his voice smooth and casual. "Got a minute?"

You nod, trying to keep your cool. "Sure, what's up?"

Siwoo runs a hand through his hair, looking almost bashful for a moment. "So, I broke up with Eunae."

Your eyes widen in surprise. Eunae, the queen bee of the school and someone who has made your life particularly difficult, is no longer with Siwoo? You can't help but feel a tiny spark of hope. "Oh, wow. I didn't know."

Siwoo shrugs, his usual smirk returning. "Yeah, it just wasn't working out. Anyway, there's this beach party on Saturday. I was wondering if you wanted to go with me."

Your heart nearly stops. Is this really happening? You, the one who has always admired him from afar, being asked to a party by Siwoo? Without hesitation, you blurt out, "Oh my god? Yes?"

Siwoo's smirk widens, and he gives you a wink. "Great. I'll pick you up at seven."

As he walks away, you can't help but watch him go, your mind spinning. The butterflies in your stomach are in full force now, and you feel like you're floating. You finally manage to turn around and head to your next class, but your thoughts are excitement and disbelief.

For the rest of the day, you can't focus on anything. You keep replaying the moment in your mind, wondering if it was all a dream. But no, it was real, and now you have plans for Saturday with Siwoo.

YOU STEP OUT OF THE LIMO, adjusting your school bag on your shoulder. You take a deep breath, ready to face another day of classes and the usual high school chaos. But today, something feels off.

Suddenly, there's a commotion. A crowd of photographers and reporters seem to materialize out of nowhere, cameras flashing and microphones thrust towards you.

"Is it true you're the princess of Genovia?"

"How long have you known?"

"What's your next step as royalty?"

You stand there, stunned and overwhelmed. Your heart races as the realization dawns on you: the secret is out. You glance around frantically and spot Haneul, your best friend and the only person you trusted with the truth. Her eyes are wide with shock, and you can't help but wonder if she was the one who let it slip.

Everyone around you is whispering, their curious and excited gazes fixed on you. Some are even reaching out, asking for your autograph.

Before you can fully process what's happening, you're gently but firmly guided through the crowd by school security and pushed towards the principal's office.

You sit in the chair, your mind spinning with a thousand thoughts and questions. Moments later, the door opens, and your grandmother strides in.

"YN," she says, her tone calm but serious. "We need to discuss the next steps for you. I've already spoken to the principal about the necessary procedures to ensure your safety and academic success."

You nod, still in a daze. "What's going to happen now?"

She sits down beside you, her expression softening slightly. "Things will change, my dear. There will be more security, and certain aspects of your education will need to be adjusted to accommodate your new responsibilities. But don't worry, we'll handle this together."

The principal enters, looking a bit flustered but maintaining a professional demeanor. "We've arranged for additional security measures starting today. Also, your schedule will be slightly adjusted."

You take a deep breath, trying to absorb everything.

THE SUN IS SETTING OVER THE BEACH, casting a warm golden glow across the sand. The beach party is in full swing, with music playing and laughter filling the air. You’re sitting with Siwoo by a bonfire, enjoying the feeling of the cool breeze and the warmth of his presence. He’s been attentive all evening, and you can hardly believe that you're here with him, the guy you’ve admired for so long.

He leans in closer, his voice low. "I'm really glad you came tonight, YN."

You smile, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. "Me too, Siwoo."

Just as the moment seems perfect, a sudden burst of light blinds you. You blink, confused, as you realize it’s the flash of a camera. Then another, and another. You look around and see a swarm of paparazzi emerging from the shadows, their cameras aimed directly at you.

"Princess YN, over here!"

"How does it feel to be the princess of Genovia?"

The questions come rapid-fire, and the crowd presses closer. Panic sets in as you realize your private moment is being invaded. You look at Siwoo, who seems just as stunned as you are.

"Come on, we need to get out of here," he says, grabbing your hand.

You run together, dodging through the throng of people and flashing cameras. He leads you to a small beach shed and pulls you inside, closing the door behind you.

Siwoo looks at you, concern in his eyes. "Are you okay?"

You nod, trying to catch your breath. "Yeah, I just… I didn't expect this."

He steps closer, his gaze intense. "Neither did I. But, YN, there's something I've wanted to do all night."

He leans in, and for a moment, you think he's going to kiss you. But something feels off. The reality of your situation crashes down on you. This isn’t how you imagined it, not surrounded by paparazzi and hiding in a shed.

You try to pull away, but Siwoo's grip tightens slightly.

Just as you're about to push him away, the door of the shed creaks open slightly, and the flash of a camera captures the moment. Realization hits you like a ton of bricks. This was all a setup. Siwoo purposely kissed you in front of the cameras.

"I can't do this," you say, your voice trembling as you push your way out. "I'm sorry."

Before he can respond, you slip out of the shed, the flashes blinding you once again. You hear the paparazzi shouting and the clicks of their cameras, but all you can think about is getting away. You run down the beach, tears stinging your eyes.

THE NEXT MORNING, you pick up the newspaper on your doorstep and your heart drops at the front-page headline:

THE DAILY BUZZ

PRINCESS OF GENOVIA HAS A BOYFRIEND?

Photos of the Princess in a Beach Scandal

Your stomach churns as you see the photos of Siwoo kissing you splashed across the front page. The headline is bold, the images intrusive and unmissable. The story details the scandal that erupted at the beach party, with paparazzi capturing every moment of your private exchange.

You arrive at school, clutching the newspaper in your hand. Whispers follow you through the halls, eyes lingering on you with curiosity and judgment. You can hear snippets of conversations as you pass by.

"Did you see the photos? I can't believe it's true!"

"She's really the princess of Genovia, and now she's got a boyfriend?"

The words sting, but what hurts more is the realization you have yet to face: Sunghoon. You had forgotten about the whole performance on Saturday. You scan the hallway and finally spot him by his locker, his face buried in a book. As you approach, he looks up, and your heart sinks further. His eyes are cold, filled with disappointment and hurt.

"Sunghoon," you start, your voice barely above a whisper. "I—"

But before you can continue, the bell rings, echoing through the corridor. You glance at the clock, realizing you have to get to your private class. You want to stay and explain, to apologize, but you know you can’t afford to be late.

"I'm sorry," you manage to say, but Sunghoon has already turned away.

YOU RETREAT TO YOUR ROOM, hoping for some quiet time. Hours pass as you lie on your bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying everything in your mind—the paparazzi, the headlines, Sunghoon's hurt expression.

As the night deepens, a realization slowly dawns on you, one that sends a jolt through your heart. You don't have feelings for Siwoo. The excitement and attraction were all lies, fueled by the thrill of being noticed by someone so popular. But when you think about Sunghoon, it's different. You remember all the moments you've shared, the way he makes you laugh, the way he genuinely cares about you.

Sitting up, you take a deep breath. It’s Sunghoon. It’s always been Sunghoon.

YOU PACE AROUND YOUR LIVING ROOM, your heart heavy with the weight of the misunderstanding. Mustering the courage, you pick up the phone and call him.

"Hey, can you come over? I really need to talk to you," you ask softly.

There's a pause on the other end before Sunghoon finally agrees.

When he arrives, he looks weary, the pain still evident in his eyes. You take a deep breath and begin, "Sunghoon, I'm so sorry. I need to explain what happened. Siwoo was using me, and I didn't realize it until it was too late. I didn't meant to skip your band performance."

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. "I… I believe you."

"I know, and I'm so sorry," you repeat, your voice earnest. After a moment, you look at him, your heart pounding. "There's something else. Can you come to the ball with me? It's the Genovia Special Ball, and I want you to come with me."

Sunghoon looks at you, surprised. "What?"

You smile a little and repeat yourself, "Will you come with me to the ball?"

After a few moments, he nods slowly. "Okay, I'll go."

THE DAY OF THE GRAND BALL HAD FINALLY ARRIVED, but instead of excitement, you were overwhelmed with stress. Your grandmother was incredibly upset about the whole situation, her stern words echoing in your mind. The pressure of becoming a princess was suffocating, and in a moment of desperation, you decided to run off.

As you hurriedly packed your things, you noticed a letter on your desk. With trembling hands, you opened it and began to read.

"Dearest Y/N,

If you’re reading this, it means the time has come for you to embrace your destiny. I know it seems daunting, but remember, you are stronger than you think. You have the heart of a lion and the grace of a swan. Being a princess isn’t about perfection; it’s about kindness, courage, and love. I believe in you, and I know you will make me proud. Trust yourself, and remember, you are never alone.

With all my love, Dad"

Tears welled up in your eyes as you read his words. You realized, you couldn't run away from reality and you had to face it.

Meanwhile, at the ball, Sunghoon was waiting anxiously. He felt betrayed and worried as you hadn't shown up yet. Your grandmother, too, was nervous, glancing at the door every few minutes, hoping you would walk through.

Sunghoon paced near the entrance, his eyes darting to the door every few seconds. "Where is she?" he muttered under his breath, clenching his fists. He felt a pang of hurt, thinking you had left him again.

Your grandmother, regal yet tense, addressed the crowd with a forced smile. "Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for your patience. My granddaughter will be joining us shortly."

Determined, you dashed out into the pouring rain, hailing a taxi to the grand party. The rain soaked through your dress, but you didn’t care. You arrived, drenched from head to toe, but your resolve was unshaken. You rushed inside, interrupting your grandmother's speech. She was shocked to see you, but relief washed over her face as she motioned for you to come forward.

"Y/N, my dear," she said, her voice trembling with emotion. "You made it."

Soaking wet, you stood beside her, and she handed you the microphone. Despite your usual fear of public speaking, you felt an unexpected calmness. You began your speech, your voice steady and clear.

"Ladies and gentlemen," you started, taking a deep breath, "I apologize for my tardiness. Today, I was reminded of the true meaning of being a princess. It’s not about the crown or the title, but about the responsibility to lead. My father’s words reminded me of this, and I am here to honor him and all of you."

You paused, scanning the room filled with expectant faces. "Being a princess means embracing the values that truly matter: compassion, integrity, and dedication to our people. It's about standing up for what is right, even when it is difficult. It's about listening to the voices of those who cannot be heard and offering a hand to those in need."

You took another deep breath, feeling the weight of the crown yet also the support of your father's spirit. "My father taught me that true leadership comes from the heart. It's about being a beacon of hope and a pillar of strength for others. I promise to uphold these values and to be the princess that you all deserve."

The crowd listened intently, and by the time you finished, they erupted in cheers. Your grandmother placed the crown on your head, and you were officially crowned princess.

YOU SLIPPED INTO A BREATHTAKING GOWN OF SILK AND LACE , its intricate design accentuating your every movement. Your hair was swept up into an elegant chignon, adorned with delicate jewels that sparkled under the ballroom lights.

You took a deep breath, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement as you re-entered the ballroom. The music had started, and couples were already dancing. Your eyes searched the room until they found Sunghoon, who was waiting for you near the dance floor. His eyes lit up when he saw you, and he quickly made his way to your side.

"You look stunning," he whispered, offering his hand. You blushed and took it, feeling the warmth of his touch.

"Thank you," you replied softly. "Shall we?"

He led you to the center of the dance floor, and the music shifted to a slow, romantic melody. Sunghoon's arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer as he began to lead you in the dance. The world seemed to fade away as you moved in perfect harmony, your eyes locked on each other.

"You did amazing tonight," Sunghoon said, his voice low and sincere. "I'm so proud of you."

You smiled, your heart swelling with gratitude and affection. "I couldn't have done it without you," you admitted. "Thank you for believing in me."

As the dance continued, the room seemed to blur around you, leaving only the two of you in focus. Sunghoon's arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer.

"Y/N," he murmured, his breath warm against your cheek. "There's something I've wanted to tell you for a long time."

Your heart raced, and you felt a flutter of anticipation. "What is it?" you whispered, barely able to breathe.

"I love you," he said, his voice filled with emotion. "I always have."

Before you could respond, he closed the distance between you, his lips capturing yours. His hand slid from your waist to the small of your back, pulling you even closer, while his other hand cupped your cheek, his thumb gently brushing your skin.

You could feel his heartbeat through the closeness, and you melted into his embrace. Your hands instinctively reached up, one resting on his shoulder while the other gently tangled in his hair.

When you finally pulled away, you were both breathless, your foreheads resting against each other.

"I love you too, Sunghoon," you confessed, your voice trembling with happiness. "I always will."

[kira-dofc]

Gojo and Geto x Nerd! Male reader

Notes: Currently experiencing writers' block, so this is js a random hc I made for these two 😔 I live for possessive Gojo and Geto, so I gave you all what I wanted 💖 also ik I said no threesome, but this is an exemption I had nothing to post I'm desperate (Also I live for these two men) 😔

Word Count: I don't know

Warnings: Smut! Threesome, High-school au, double pen, bathroom sex, unprotected sex, double stimulation, overstimulation, smutty smut smut

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It was mid-afternoon, with the golden hues of the setting sun beginning to paint the sky outside. Inside the classroom, the atmosphere was thick with the quiet concentration of students engrossed in their quizzes. You tapped your pencil rhythmically against the desk, your eyes flitting over the questions. Though your mind wandered, you effortlessly penned down the answers, the quiz more a formality than a challenge for someone of your intellect. The questions, simple as a child's puzzle, felt like an exercise in tedium rather than a true test of knowledge.

The soft orange rays filtered through the tall windows, casting a warm glow that danced across the rows of desks and illuminated the faces of your classmates. The air-conditioning, a gentle whisper against your skin, provided a cool contrast to the warmth of the sunlight. The chill of the conditioned air brushed over your skin, a subtle reminder of the modern comforts that cocooned you in this academic fortress.

You were well-known in the school, not just for your academic prowess, but also for the silent feud with your two sworn enemies, Gojo and Geto. These two were the epitome of what it meant to be popular and untouchable. Their presence was a constant irritant, a source of countless headaches. With their charm and seemingly effortless charisma, they could sway teachers and students alike, getting away with behavior that would land anyone else in detention. It was an infuriating dynamic, made worse by your desire to stand out in a different way, to impress the girl in your class who occupied your thoughts more often than you'd like to admit.

The room was silent, save for the faint scratching of pencils on paper, when suddenly the door swung open with a force that sent a shiver through the classroom. The abrupt interruption shattered the calm, drawing all eyes to the doorway. There stood Gojo, his white hair almost glowing in the afternoon light, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. "Excuse me, where is Y/n?" he called out, his voice carrying a casual authority that silenced the room.

Every head turned toward you, the air thick with curiosity and a touch of apprehension. You felt a flush of heat rise to your cheeks, the attention unwelcome and uncomfortable. Trying to maintain your composure, you stood and made your way to the front of the room. The teacher gave a curt nod, granting permission for the interruption. You met Gojo's gaze, your eyes narrowing in annoyance.

"Come with me," Gojo said, his tone leaving no room for argument. Before you could respond, he grabbed your hand and began to pull you toward the hallway. "H-hey, what are you doing?!" you exclaimed, stumbling slightly as you tried to keep pace with him. His grip was firm, and despite your protests, he continued to lead you through the corridors, his expression a mix of seriousness and something unreadable.

The hallway was cooler, the air-conditioning more pronounced here, as Gojo steered you toward the bathrooms. As you rounded the corner, you saw Geto leaning casually against the wall, his arms crossed, a lazy smile on his face. The scene felt almost surreal, like stepping into a different world, far removed from the quiet confines of the classroom. The afternoon light, filtered through narrow windows, cast long shadows that added an edge of drama to the encounter.

"What do you want now?" you scoffed, planting your hands firmly on your hips in a defiant gesture. The air was thick with tension, the echoes of your classmates' hushed whispers still lingering in your mind. Gojo, ever the instigator, exchanged a knowing glance with Geto, who stood up straight, a smirk playing on his lips. "Gojo, do it," Geto commanded, his voice calm and almost bored.

Before you could react, Gojo's grip tightened around your wrist, and his other hand quickly muffled any protest you might have voiced. "Don't make this any harder for us and be a good boy for us two, yeah?" he whispered in your ear, his voice low and husky, sending an unsettling shiver down your spine. The vibration of his words seemed to resonate within you, leaving you no choice but to comply. You followed them into the bathroom, the fluorescent lights casting a harsh, cold glow over the tiled walls and floor.

Geto positioned himself in front of you, his eyes glinting with a predatory gleam as he reached out, his fingers tracing the lines of your face before moving to your hair. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your forehead with a softness that contrasted starkly with the firm grip Gojo still maintained on you. "Be a good boy, and we won't punish you as much," Geto murmured, his breath warm against your skin, his lips curving into a smirk that sent a jolt of anxiety through you. He then kissed your neck, the sensation both tender and electrifying, before biting down gently, marking you with a small bruise that felt like a brand.

The bathroom stall became a confined world of its own, filled with the sounds of labored breathing and the rustling of clothing. You found yourself straddling Geto, his body beneath you a solid, unyielding presence. Gojo stood before you, his hands deft and experienced as they explored your body, heightening your senses with each touch. The air was thick with the mingling scents of sweat and arousal, creating a heady, intoxicating atmosphere. They were both thrusting in and out of you, leaving out grunts and whimpers with every thrust. Gojo panted as he played with your dick, twitching every time he touched the tip, slick in precum. He then stroked lazily, seemingly trying to focus on how your hole sucked both Geto's and his dick so good. You moaned, "Gojo...." your hands covering your mouth as you bent your back, resting your head in Geto's shoulders. Your skin rubbing against Geto's make you feel good, too. The way he moans and groans through your skin as it vibrates. The two cocks inside you kept pulsing, making you let out louder moans.

The rhythm of their movements became more intense, your senses flooded with the heat and pressure building within you. Time seemed to stretch, the moments blending together as you lost yourself in the raw physicality of the encounter. Your body trembled with each thrust, your voice rising in pitch as the pleasure mounted, the walls of the bathroom stall echoing your cries.

You three were there for almost 1 hour and 30 minutes, your hole now stretched and burning. Their precum now used as lub as it slid through your wet walls. Your muffled moans turned to echoed ones every time they hit your sweet spot. They soon came inside of you, wetting and knotting your walls as you screathed the back of Gojo. Endless streams of semen flowed through your tired hole as you hugged Gojo tightly. Gojo then let out his cock as it rested to your stomack, painting it white. Geto, on the other hand, stayed inside you after his organs, making your stomach flutter in pleasure. You then heard the two panting as you yourself came. Gojo placing his hand behind your back, and Geto kissing your neck and giving soft bites. Your body aches, everything aches, "You took us so well, baby." Gojo flirted as he huffed in front of you. The bell soon rang, and suddenly, you blacked out after your orgasm.

[neochan]

≡ 𝐍𝐂𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐕 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒! (𝟏𝟖+)

「 MEMBERS 」 ⋮ mark lee, huang renjun, lee jeno, na jaemin, lee haechan, zhong chenle, park jisung

≣ content warning ⋮ perverted, depraved, & taboo thoughts, nerd!mark, cnc / dubcon, innocence stealer!chenle, somnophilia, mentions of weed usage as a form of coercion, too strong!jeno, manhandling, rough!jeno, degradation, religious sacrilege, corrupt church boy!jaemin, slight humiliation, corruption, ra!renjun, manipulative!renjun, cocaine usage.

≣ a.note ⋮ i'm smoking weed and listening to old hiphop, what else was i supposed to do other than write these cute little perv drabbles :) give me a like, a follow, or a reblog.

⩩ mark lee ⋮ so what if he's a 'nerd'. he doesn't care if you make fun of him in class with all your friends. he shrugs it off like no big deal. it really wasn't a big deal, until you brought up his dick size. see, mark isn't one of those guys whose ego gets shot from small dick jokes. but when the joke leaves your pretty little mouth, well something shifts in the pit of his stomach. he still shrugs it off though, until you're walking home from class, skirt swishing back and forth just barely covering the swell of your ass. good little girls should know better... it was easy, really. clamping a hand over your lips puckered in a silent scream. and then to drag you back to his car. oh, it was so, so easy. in fact, you really wanted it. the way you spread your legs, revealing a patch of arousal on the seat of your lacy panties. how you willingly helped him slip them to the side. the way you moaned his name when he slid into your puffy cunt, tits pressing against his chest and eyes locked on his. you begged for him to keep going. for him to go harder. so he did. again, and again, and again. until you could barely walk when he dumped you outside the front of your dorm. but sure enough, you stayed quiet in class the next day...

⩩ huang renjun ⋮ renjun has an addiction. it's not porn - not technically. it's not cocaine, or nicotine. he's not an alcoholic, yet still, he felt the withdrawal all too much. he was addicted to you. or, your body, rather. he dreamed of it, hands reaching up to cup your tits, cock sunk deep in your pussy, spit dribbling down the side of your mouth as you lost yourself on him. and when he woke up, aching and hard, he had no choice but to pathetically jerk off to the remnants of the memory. he thought about putting cameras in your room, maybe the womens showers, to capture you. something he can have as a keepsake of this obsession. see, he had access. he was your resident advisor. he could do that. but then he found out from a little birdie that his star resident in room two oh twelve used her daddies money to buy coke off her dealer boyfriend. see that...that was the key. all he had to do was used that as bait to convince you. and he did. one night, at a stupid party he was supposed to shut down, he saw you snort a line off the living room table. next thing he knew, you were upstairs, tears welling in your eyes, pleading with him not to tell. you would do anything. anything.

⩩ lee jeno ⋮ really, his strength was his best asset. but he's never had someone put up this much of a fight. seriously, after one good hair pull and a hand around the throat, girls usually let up. but you... you were fun. you were a challenge. you push back, hands slapping against his chest to combat him. all he does is snarl and shove harder, pressing your back against the kitchen counter. his biceps flex with the exertion of grabbing your wrists and pinning them to the marble. you thrash around still, until he twists your body so sharply, you cry out. he chuckles, "god i love you." he presses his stiffening cock against you, circling his hips to gain some sort of friction, "feel that? you're driving me crazy." a few half-hearted attempts at getting free does nothing for you, instead, it spins you around so now your chest was pressed flat against the cold surface. he transfers your wrists into one giant hand, and uses his other to yank down your bottoms. "...and you're soaked. fuck, y/n. gonna give you what you need. gonna fuck this stupid attitude outta you, yeah?" your walls flutter around his uninvited fingers, "ahhh, you like that, you sick fuck. want me to fuck you into submission. make you a real good girl for me. gonna train you to take me, and only me." he doesn't even feel you resist anymore, because you give up. you let him use your body until he's spent, and even then, you let him use your mouth. anything for him. anything for jeno.

⩩ na jaemin ⋮ he wasn't a god. but at this moment, with his entire world peering up through wet lashes, on bruised knees...well, he surely felt like one. it didn't help that he stood overtop your broken figure on the edge of the alter. he caresses your jaw and gives you a smile full of pearly white teeth that gleam in the stained glass shadows, "speak." with tears welling in your eyes at the command, it takes a second, but eventually your hoarse voice echoes out, "forgive me father for i have sinned." you see, jaemin wasn't a priest, but he took your confessions as if he was one. he wanted you to bare your soul to him. your perverted, depraved, sick thoughts. he doesn't speak though, just cocks an eyebrow and crouches down so that he was eye level. you continue, "i-, this is so...embarrassing, gosh, i don't..." he gives your jaw a squeeze, making the words tumble out, "i did it again. i... i touched myself again..it's wrong, i- i know, but he, you...plague my mind." your voice quiets the longer his gaze burns into you. but nothing compares to the image that burns brighter in his mind. your innocent fingers slipping between plush thighs, jaemin being the temptation you couldn't withstand. it made him feel fucking good. "it's okay darling, god forgives you, i forgive you..." he stands up again and reaches a hand down to toy with the buckle of his belt, "but with sin comes punishment." he undoes the latch and slowly slips it from the belt loops of his dress pants. the sound makes you flinch, a whisper escaping your pouted lips, "oh god." heat surges through his veins, almost bringing him to his knees, "no angel, i'm not god. i'll be more forgiving than any god. i'll be gentle, i'll liberate you from all sin. i'll make you good. my darling, i'll make you pure again."

⩩ lee haechan ⋮ yeah, he did it on purpose, so what. technically, he didn't force you to inhale, he simply stuck the blunt between your fingers and called it a day. admittedly, you did exactly what he wanted, but he chalked that up to good luck, and the devil on his side. watching you slowly revert to a rambling, squirmy mess made his cock stir in his jeans. and when you got all cuddly, snuggling up to his chest and dragging him closer, well, what else was he supposed to do other than stick his tongue in your mouth and push you back against the arm of the couch. you came on to him, really. either way, the night led with his tongue down your throat, and his hand up your skirt. and still, when he pushes your panties to the side and slips a finger into your cunt, his suspicions are confirmed. your arousal dripped down his wrists, a testament to how much you truly wanted him. really, he was doing you a service. an act of kindness. "be still baby" he growled, forcing your legs wider apart. you whimpered and whined, body holding still but head rolling on your shoulders. "hyuckie.." you kept mewling, and with each sound of his name, he grew harder and harder. it felt like he might burst if he didn't bury his cock in you right this minute. so he does. sloppily, because he was high too, but he does. and it's slow, and messy, and sick. and he loved every fucking second. god, he can't wait to do this to you, no, with you, again.

⩩ zhong chenle ⋮ stealing innocence, robbing naivety, corrupting purity... whatever people call that, chenle calls a normal everyday thought. he hasn't really fucked you yet, only teased you. he's coerced you into letting him touch your cunt, but only the soft skin on the outside. you've let him touch your breasts, but never the sensitive bud in the center. you also let him toy with your ass one time, but the second he tried to slip a finger inside, you pushed him off and told him to wait. nothing could happen before marriage. but chenle was tired of waiting. he was bored of watching you through the camera in the shower. sick of touching himself beside your sleeping figure - the only time he could shift your legs in your sleep to poke at your clothed cunt. just rubbing you through the satin material of your pajama bottoms got him off, but he needed more. this time, he was able to wriggle your shorts down around your ankles, and what a sight it was. oh he was gonna have so much fun. one finger, two fingers, his tongue, eventually working his way up to the tip of his cock. pushing in, not too much to make you stir... just enough to tease himself. you were so tight, so untouched. it was obvious he was your first, and it took everything in him to hold back. tomorrow night...tomorrow night will be the night he fucks you full, until you're leaking his cum. until you're his. ruined for him only.

⩩ park jisung ⋮ jisung hates how you think of him. not just you, but everyone really. see, he's not just the maknae. he doesn't want the baby voice, or the coddling, or the fucking head pats. if you really knew what he was capable of, maybe you'd think twice before treating him like a kid all the time. if you could see the way he fucks his fist, fingers twisted in the sheets of his bed, or knuckles jammed between his teeth... the things he thought about; you sitting on his cock, forced to take every inch of him, even when the tears well over the brim of your eyelashes. cunt full of his fingers while he sucked and nipped at your breasts. the bruises he'd leave on every inch of your skin. how he fantasizes about pushing you to the floor and stuffing his cock down your throat until you were thrashing for just a small breath of air. he doesn't get off on hurting you, no, he could never do that. but making you see just how much stronger he was.. how he could force you onto your knees, and rough you up a bit until your swollen lips screamed his name. well, maybe then you'd stop treating him like some dumb kid.

≣ taglist ⋮ @hykwrld-main @peachjaem00 @rainyjeno @be-my-sunrise @revehae

[konigsblog]

is it even possible to do fluff with loser konig? that is your challenge!

loser könig thots™... (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

loser könig is a total nerd. you could even argue that he's an incel, or a social reject, although that seems fairly obvious, at least to others. könig's favourite hobby is spending hours online, playing shooter games until you plead with him to take a shower, to get ready for the day and take care of himself.

you complain that he neglects himself and his self-care, and it's the honest truth that könig isn't willing to hear. to spend quality time with könig, you must sit there on his lap and cheer him on while he plays, rewarding him with tender and sweet kisses. sometimes, könig is rewarded with a blowjob or a handjob, but on softer days, könig accepts your sweet words and touch.

loser-könig gets anxious whenever he leaves the house. he suffers with agoraphobia and can't control how quiet and tense he becomes. sometimes, he may lash out on you for asking him too many questions, walking off through frustration and rage to the nearest restroom for some privacy. he feels so guilty and disgusted in himself afterwards, realising that you were just concerned for him, worried for his mental health.

könig doesn't mind spending time with you alone, but hates the tightness in his chest when others are surrounding him, how claustrophobic he becomes as his heart rate quickens. könig doesn't mind sitting outside in his backyard with his beloved little mouse, outside of your shared house, secluded and far from society.

or, perhaps even cooking together, a strawberry tart (that will be completely devoured within 2 minutes...) you know by now to make extra, otherwise it will all be gone in approximately... 30 minutes?

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

POPULAR DEREK SIMPING FOR NERD STILESSS (please <333)

Sure thing!

Come Along Because I Love Your Face by cardel

(1/1 I 1,035 I General)

Derek doesn’t mean to stare, he knows it’s rude but he can’t seem to help it. The guy has been talking to his circle of friends for the better part of the lunch period and they’re all listening, riveted, just like Derek.

Hot Nerd Alert by alisvolatpropiis

(1/1 I 4,537 I Not Rated)

Derek can't believe he's actually doing this: taking a selfie snap of the guy he’s been crushing on for weeks to prove to Danny that one, yes, he really does exist, and two, he really is that hot and thus he is totally justified in being too scared to make a move.

Or you know, even talk to the guy outside of the class they share.

In his defense, this isn’t just any guy. This THE guy. Hot Nerd. The utterly adorable but still somehow insanely sexy freshman in his twentieth century American Lit class who he’s been lusting over since the first day of the semester. If there were ever a time for him to be that person who tries to be subtle while taking snaps of other people, this is it.

Game On by stilinskisparkles

(1/1 I 6,391 I Teen)

Derek first sees him from across the quad four days into fall semester. He’s sitting on one of the long benches, a marker pen in his mouth, grinning at something the kid lounging on the bench beside him is saying. When he laughs properly he pulls the pen out and throws his head back, his neck a long, lean line Derek is entranced by. He flicks the page in his book and highlights something, tossing the cap up in the air and catching it with his teeth.

Playing Hard To Get by stereksterek

(3/3 I 6,911 I Not Rated)

“Is that your best pick-up line?”

Derek was taken aback by the blatant call-out from his clearly intelligent mate, but if anything it just made him grin.

“I can do better.”

“Then why would you start with something that wasn’t your best? Maybe you’re not really that interested in me and could go and reflect on that somewhere else?”

Before Derek could refute his mate’s doubt with all the ferocity of his wolf, Stiles turned back to the bookshelf and continued searching for the book he'd been looking for. Apparently his mate wanted to play hard to get, but that was fine with Derek. He didn’t mind a challenge.

“Trust me. No one could be more interested in you than me.”

living in a movie i've watched by thoughtsandthings

(13/13 I 20,995 I Teen)

Stiles scrambles to his feet and holds his hand over his heart like he’s about to recite the Pledge of Allegiance. “I solemnly swear I will try my damnedest to woo the crap out of Derek Hale.”

Scott laughs and tosses a couch pillow at his head. “Deal."

Stiles and Scott shake on it.

But Then What... by Stoney

(3/3 I 24,343 I Explicit)

Senior year is almost over, and all Stiles needs to do is keep his head down to survive. A teacher calls in a favor, leaving him stuck tutoring Derek Hale, one of the most popular jocks in school and a member of a group of douchecanoes who have bullied Stiles for years. He's someone Stiles totally hates. Totally. Like, doesn't like him even a little bit. DEFINITELY isn't attracted to him.

Except that is a total lie. Fuck his life, seriously.

[gffa]

Disney, hire me as your Attachment Advisor, I will shove so many George Lucas quotes at your producers and writers, I will shove so many context-laden clips from the movies and TCW at your creatives, I will make powerpoint essays about how it's more Buddhist-aligned, not Attachment Theory-aligned, I will cite literally every time attachment has ever been discussed by Lucas AND in the show itself and show you that it's always aligned with fear, possessive feelings, and selfishness, I will do this work for you for free, I can even literally just point you to my Jedi Citations collection, DISNEY, HIRE ME AS YOUR ATTACHMENT ADVISOR, I CAN HELP YOU.

Everything I saw in the show aligned perfectly with my view of what the Jedi mean by attachment from the movies (especially with Episode II). You fail to understand that George Lucas words outside of the movies mean shit. You cane have the largest collection of words that has come out of Lucas's ass and it still does not change the movies. Look at the poster for AOTC. A Jedi shall not know love. Obi-Wan speaks beautifully about the undercurrent of remorse he feels for not being able to have an attachment with Satine because he lives by the Jedi Code which forbids it.

You people are so delusional.

Hi! You are so right bestie it has been way too long since I've talked about my love for Mace Windu! You are so right to have brought this up and I will meet your challenge! He is the Force's strongest soldier because the absolute nonsense he has to put up with every day, as someone who deals with the rest of the Council being hilarious assholes, who deals with Kenobi and Skywalker's nonsense, who has Yoda as a friend, and yet he seems to genuinely like all of these people?? Even when they're bonkers?? My man is stronger than I could ever be.

Not to mention, he goes on a whole ass mission with Jar-Jar, has to watch him make out with his girlfriend, the queen of the planet who told falsehoods about your family, and you have nothing but patience and kind words to say about them, and you only roll your eyes a little at Jar-Jar's antics, something even Padme does and she's worked with him even longer than you have, and by the end, you're friends with him, you like him and would probably hang out with him again if the chance arose???? Mace Windu is on ANOTHER LEVEL from what I would have done in his position!

And he's a former theater nerd! "The Council's gain was the theater's loss." Jocasta Nu says about how he didn't have time for it anymore after he got so busy with the Council, like can you IMAGINE Mace Windu doing plays? I want to know sooooooo bad how Jedi plays are different from non-Force-sensitive people's plays, I want to know what kind of cool effects they create with the Force, I want to know if they use their psychic empath abilities to literally connect with their audience! I want to know DOES MACE WINDU HELP THE YOUNGLINGS STAGE CUTE LITTLE PLAYS IN THE CRECHE? BECAUSE I BET HE DOES.

Because that man is so good with kids! Remember that Star Wars Adventures comic where he was so gentle and sweet with the little Twi'lek girl? Reaching down to help her up, smiling openly at her, walking with her back to her village to make sure she was safe, talking with her to make sure she understood how important and valuable she was in the galaxy? Because I'm still not over that!

His relationship with Anakin in canon is pretty great, too, like, yeah, Anakin should take a seat and stop borderline pitching a fit about getting a rank he didn't earn, and Mace still offered to believe him, despite that Anakin had accepted Palpatine's forcing the Council to put him on it. He still trusted Anakin to help him in that fight against Palpatine! Plus, oh, man, their banter on the Endurance when they're teaching the cadets? That was such good-natured teasing, that was exactly the kind of banter Anakin would have had with Obi-Wan, and by the end of that whole fiasco (do you ever think about when Anakin was in danger and Mace yelled, "Anakin!" and desperately yanked him to safety, because he was worried about him? because I think about that a lot), Mace complimented Artoo by saying he saw what Anakin saw in him, that he was complimenting Anakin at the same time? Or pretty much EVERY interaction between Mace and Yoda is absolute hilarity, the side-eye they give each other, the teasing Yoda does when Mace is on a mission with Jar-Jar, the way Mace holds his hand out in the comics for Yoda to springboard off of into the middle of a fight? ICONIC FRIENDSHIP, I WOULD TAKE A WHOLE NOVEL ABOUT IT, DISNEY.

Or that time even AT THE END OF THE CLONE WARS, like they are just a MONTH out from Revenge of the Sith, if that, and Mace is STILL trying to get the droids to stand down, that he's destroyed thousands of them, none of them have listened, but he's still trying, offering them a better life away from the war, a purpose again, even if he knows it probably won't work, that man still believed in compassion for anyone and everyone. Like, baby Boba Fett TRIED TO KILL HIM and Mace STILL argued for leniency and rehabilitation, rather than jail, because he saw a young child who was hurting and he wanted better for him. He was direct with Boba, he didn't try to befriend him, Boba would never have accepted that, but he told him, you're going to have to get over your hatred for me, he says this for Boba's sake, not his own, because he knows what poison the desire for revenge is, look at the path it's already leading Boba down.

Or EVERYTHING WITH THE ZILLO BEAST, he tried so hard to rescue that poor creature, he fought the Senate so hard, he was so gentle with the hand he carefully pressed to its face, even when the Zillo beast was dangerous, even when it had attacked them and could so easily kill more, he wanted leniency for it, he wanted to save it because he understood where it was coming from.

Or EVERYTHING WITH PROSSET DIBS, that guy tried to murder him, was ranting about how he would dance on their graves or whatever, and Mace looks at him and says, we need to help him, it's our duty to help him find the light again. And his big punishment is literally just library duty, because when Mace can decide the outcome, that guy always goes for helping people, always goes for the option that would bring them back to the light.

Even as a young Padawan, his greatest struggle was to temper his anger, which was sparked because PEOPLE WERE BEING HURT by the false prophet on Mathas, he was angry because he saw how many people were suffering and the people in charge just let it happen, his heart hangs heavy when he witnesses people in pain, because Mace Windu deeply, deeply cares about the people in the galaxy.

He cared about civilians, he cared about clones, he cared about his fellow Jedi, he didn't have to be bouncy or super smiley to show that, either. It was in every action he took. He cared so much.

And, okay, yeah, he was COOL AS HELL AND WOULD HAVE BEATEN PALPATINE'S WRINKLED ASS IN A FAIR FIGHT.

OR THAT TIME ON RYLOTH THAT WAS LITTERALLY THE COOLEST SCENE THEY EVER ANIMATED, THE SOUND DROP? THE ABSOLUTE BANGER PHYSICAL STUNTS MACE WAS CAPABLE OF? GODDAMN HE WAS SO GOOD.

AND LEST WE FORGET--CUTEST BB YOUNGLING EVER!!!!

[facefullofsadness]

HII SORRY IDK IF REQS R ON OR OFF BUT CAN I REQ GUITARIST DOM NEIGHBOUR YUNJIN X NERD SUB Y/N (FEM)

first of all, yes reqs are open dw. second, ANON IM OBSESSED WITH THIS CONCEPT GRRR FOAMING AT THE MOUTH

content - dom guitarist neighbor!yunjin x nerd sub!y/n (written like "studious nerd" not "loser nerd" like in the sakura fic), smut (rough sex, fingering, choking, degradation, mommy kink, edging)

wc - 1652

a/n - ffos stop writing rockstar!yunjin smut challenge (difficulty: impossible). and when I do a rockstar!au series w a bunch of diff idols just fucking y/n brainless, then what? bc look at the material, rockstar winter, giselle, hanni, yunjin, wendy, phew, I'm dizzy.

all you want to do is study or relax, but yunjin has her own agenda.

I imagine you're some kind of stem or pre-med major where ur head is always buried in books, trying to study and memorize and re-memorize and review all this fucking material. ur always preoccupied with your studies that when u finally get that moment to rest, you really bask in the peace of silence after a long day.

but of course, you can never have good things. bc as soon as you lay back on your couch, ur favorite snack next to you and putting your comfort show on the tv, you hear music blasting from your neighbor. the melody u conclude being an arctic monkeys song (taste jennifer! listen to do I wanna know for immersion :)) which you would enjoy on any other day, if not for the fact that you were trying to relax and NOT feel the vibrations of the electric guitar from next door. that being said, this neighbor had been practicing music EVERY DAY for the past few weeks.

it drove u insane. you have never tried to confront ur neighbor bc you hoped they would stop on their own (maybe due to social anxiety too but that's neither here nor there), but after WEEKS of this perpetual migraine, you had no choice.

building up the courage to walk over to their door and proceeding to practically pound on it, music louder now that you were outside their apartment. you were fully prepared to go ape-shit on the menace that had been tormenting your serenity for so long. but you didn't prepare for them to be hot?!

the music stopping after 3 rounds of your aggressive knocking and finally a red-haired sexy ass woman swung open the door fully, guitar slung on her back and tatted arms crossed, wearing black tattered clothes, the woman towering over you as she leaned forward, looking up at her eyebrow and septum piercings.

you gulped nervously, not expecting such a sight, the ginger raising an eyebrow at you curiously.

"what do you want?" she'd ask annoyedly.

her tone pissed you off and snapped u out of your trance, "for you to lower your music or stop playing."

bold, she thought.

"why should I?" the woman leaned against her door frame, a smirk tugging at her lips.

you huff out frustratingly, "because you've been blasting your music for the past few weeks and I'm sick and tired of it, it gives me a headache and you have no respect."

she scoffs, "aw, is my princess missing out on her beauty sleep?"

you close ur eyes and sigh, regaining urself so you wouldn't blow up, then looking up at the girl's eyes, "can you PLEASE lower the music at least?"

the ginger uncrosses her arms and leans forward again, one hand on the door frame and another gesturing at you, "do I get anything in return for being such a good girl for you?"

u feel chills go down your spine at her words and your cheeks heat up. the sound of her deep chuckle makes you look away.

"fuck you're cute, what's your name?" she tilts her head to the side.

"y-y/n."

"I've never seen you around y/n. you're telling me I've been living next to an absolute babe for the past few months and I didn't know? can't be having that."

your eyes dart anywhere else before you clear your throat, "anyway, thank you, I'll get going now."

"ah, ah, ah, not so fast y/n-ie. I haven't even told you my name yet!" you feel a hand snatch your wrist and pull you back, your body falling into hers.

you look up at the red-haired neighbor, "it's yunjin, jennifer to friends, but you can moan mommy to me."

you scream internally and feel your heartbeat racing. it'd be so fucking cringe to hear it if anyone else said it, but something about the way jen held you and looked at you like her next meal made your lower stomach feel on fire.

"do you wanna know how talented guitarists are with their fingers?" her naughty half-lidded gaze trailed the features of your face, looking so innocent to her, with your large black framed glasses and wide eyes.

"you're disgusting and a pervert miss jennifer," you say, trying to cover up your attraction to her and the situation (failing btw).

you try to pull away from her grasp, her strong hands gripping your arms tighter and holding you close, her face coming closer to yours, "oh please, don't lie and tell me you don't wanna fuck me."

"you really don't have any respect do you?"

"and where was your respect? came pounding on my door, demanding whatever bullshit you just said, didn't even ask me for my name miss neighbor!" a cocky smile spreading on yunjin's face.

"well I apologize but it should be common sense to not blast your music for the entire 5th floor to hear," you roll your eyes, crossing your arms in her hold.

"you look even better when you're angry, maybe I should piss you off some more."

god she pissed you off so much, it's unfortunate the girl was really fucking hot.

"I'm not pissed," you lied.

"no? what are you then? horny?" the audacity really.

you roll your eyes, "can I go?"

jen gives you an annoyingly smug expression and shakes her head left to right before pulling you into her place, shutting the door behind you, and pinning you to it.

"you may not be horny, which I don't believe, but I am now."

her grip leaves your arms and trails your sides. you let out a heavy sigh but try to hold your composure.

"hm? you're not pushing me away? does that mean I'm right?"

she chuckles lowly next to your ear, her greedy hands slipping under your sweatshirt and rubbing the skin.

"sh-shut up," you mumble, turning your head away from her face in your neck, her mouth leaving hot breaths and wet kisses across it.

her calloused fingertips tap against your waist and travel higher, "no bra? was your intention to get fucked so I could change my mind?"

she's so vulgar, like it gives you the ick, but she feels so good, you ignore the bullshit spilling from her lips.

she feels up your stomach and places each hand on your boobs, kneading them eagerly and breathing hard on your neck. you bite your lip to prevent any noise from escaping your mouth. you knew it was wrong, you knew it was dirty, but you knew it felt too good to wanna stop.

"c'mon princess, let it out for me," yunjin would whisper against your skin, her thumbs circling your hard nipples.

your hands clutch her bare shoulders as you feel her smile against your jaw. you struggle hard to hold back a whine as she pushes you into the door using her warm body.

"I have nothing to let out for you," lying again.

"I guess I just have to tear it out from you then," the guitarist says before taking her hands out from under your sweatshirt and grabbing you by the thighs, lifting you up and carrying you to her room.

your body falls against the plush mattress and you watch as the woman slings her guitar off her shoulders, crawling on the bed towards you.

"you may be able to resist how good it feels now, but not after I have my way with you... I won't be the one making so much noise after all."

oh and she truly kept her word.

yunjin's right hand fingers were plunged deep inside your pussy, thrusting in and out at unfathomable speed, while her left hand fingers were in your mouth, shoving them down your throat and making you gag.

your shorts and panties were somewhere lost in her room and if your vision wasn't blurred with tears, you swear your clothes hang from one of the guitars she had displayed on the wall. you sat with your legs wide open on jen's lap, your back against the headboard for stability, tongue sticking out so her fingers can reach deeper into your mouth.

all you could make out were the choking noises coming from your throat and muffled moaning conjoined with it. your cunt was on fire due to the pace at which her digits were ramming into you. your eyes were rolled back and your thighs trembled.

"you sick fuck, you're really enjoying this you know? I know you are, I know you love how rough I'm treating you. who would've known some lowly nerd like you would be into such freaky shit."

she'd pull the fingers in your throat out which caused you to release a deep groan, but return her hand to your neck, squeezing and pinning you against the headboard.

"m-mommy..." you'd desperately whimper out.

a sick chuckle leaves her throat hearing you call her the title she mentioned earlier.

"you may be a whore but you're good at following directions, aren't you princess?" she sinisterly smiles at your fucked out expression, pulling her fingers all the way out to slam them in again, using four digits to plunge into your gushing cunt.

your vision blurs completely as you feel your high coming quick. your back arches off of the wall and your body melts into yunjin's hold.

"cumming already? so sensitive, I don't wanna end it yet," she immediately retracts her hand from your pulsing core.

you whine desperately at the loss of contact and jennifer's grip on your neck tightens.

"listen here little slut, I barely even started. you're going to hold out until I have my way with you, got it?"

let's just say you're not the neighbor making the noise complaints in the next few hours (days? weeks? yunjin realllyyyy liked you).

a/n - guitarists' finger dexterity is no joke (I play guitar so someone plsss hmu :.) aka huh yunjin hit my line im begging you)

[strwbrryeyes]

𖦹°｡⋆ kenma as a best friend

⟡ cw: fluff, friends to lovers, little video game rage, terrible suggestive pick up line, awkward everything tbh, lmk if i missed anything else.

⟡ a/n: i had to make this slightly awkward and cringe i couldn't help it. also my bf actually said that pickup line one time while playing bedwars. i threw a fireball at him after bc it was bad.

⟡ best friend series: lev, yaku, kuroo || masterlist

best friend kenma who you met when he bumped into you while playing on his portable gaming device.

best friend kenma who felt bad but didn't know how to apologize properly because he was bad with people.

best friend kenma who you just giggled at because it was funny watching him try. you accepted his 'apology'.

best friend kenma who you got closer to when you ran into him again outside the volleyball gym, this time he was in his practice attire and you poked fun at him for actually being athletic.

best friend kenma who glared at you playfully as you teased him when kuroo came out from the gym to tell him to hurry up and get inside.

best friend kenma who hit kuroo when he saw you and immediately started hitting on you. "sorry, didn't know you called dibs" kuroo said and soon got hit again with kenma saying you weren't dating and you just responded with "yeah! we're only besties now!" which kenma cringed to.

best friend kenma who didn't really expect you to actually come up to him and talk but didn't complain because he actually liked having you around. you balanced him out with your outgoing personality.

best friend kenma who let you play on his gaming device whenever you would stop by to watch practice so you wouldn't get too bored while waiting for him.

best friend kenma who was in shock when practice was finished and saw that you had beaten the final boss of the game he's been trying kill for the past week and a half.

best friend kenma who called you a closeted nerd when he tried prying information out of you because there's no way it was just a 'fluke' like you said it was.

best friend kenma who went over to your house when you finally and gave in and admitted that you were a video game fanatic and told him that you had a pretty extensive collection of consoles and video games.

best friend kenma who would now come to your house every day he didn't have practice to play games with you.

best friend kenma who you always fought with over supersmash bros. and mario kart. you guys got really into it one time and didnt talk for a week before kuroo and yaku both lectured you about your rage issues.

best friend kenma who you went to the same college as and got a shared apartment because neither of you wanted to deal with roommates you didn't know.

best friend kenma who started streaming his gameplay since he had more time now since he didn't play volleyball anymore. he became popular relatively quick.

best friend kenma who invited you to play games with him on stream, mostly overwatch and minecraft. you became a fan favorite but you were made a meme when you tried valorant for the first time and failed.

best friend kenma who you made a vlog/irl youtube channel with where you guys would try different challenges.

best friend kenma who actually really disliked doing in person challenges but only did them because it made you happy.

best friend kenma who embarrassed himself during a cooking livestream when you were trying to teach him how to make apple pie from scratch.

best friend kenma who said he'd never do another cooking video with you again because he will never recover from it. he did another cooking livestream two weeks later and redeemed himself when he made a near perfect omurice.

best friend kenma who realized his feelings for you when you ate the omurice and saw your eyes light up and practically inhaled the rest of it. you looked like a goof but he found it adorable.

best friend kenma who while streaming minecraft bedwars came up with a bad pickup line when you said "i'll get bed defense" to which he responded with "you can come defend my bed" which caused you to freeze up, get distracted, and die when someone came up behind you, broke the bed, and killed you.

best friend kenma who actually didn't realize what he said until you died and turned to look at the livestream chat which was going lightning fast.

best friend kenma who ended the stream immediately after he realized what happened and ran to your room to apologize but only saw you curled up in a ball in your chair.

best friend kenma who apologized (terribly, like always) and accidentally blurted out that he loved you so that's why he subconsciously said what he said.

best friend kenma who curled up into a ball as well when he again realized what he said.

best friend kenma who was surprised when you finally broke the silence when you said you loved him back and asked if he wanted to be your boyfriend. he said yes obviously.

best friend kenma who is now boyfriend kenma who started the stream again an hour later like nothing happened but ended the stream by saying "okay gotta go cuddle with yn now".

[gayou01]

Astrology observations pt 27

DISCLAIMER- Placements will not play out the same way for everyone and having challenging placements + aspects does not mean that you are a bad person or that you will have a bad life. Take what resonates and leave what doesn’t

-people with Neptune in the 11th house don’t usually end friendships on bad terms, the parties involved just drift apart and never really speak again

-if you’re an Aries moon, chances are your mom ran the household, married or not. Even if your father was around, she was the main one handling things

-people with pluto in the 11th house are usually loners and prefer having a close circle of friends they knew for a very long time rather than make new connections that they view as superficial

-people with mercury in water or fire signs have the tendency to let their emotional biases cloud their judgement, especially cancer

-on the other hand, people with mercury in earth or air signs tend to put so much emphasis on logic that they seem to lose their ability to empathize (ahem, Capricorn and Aquarius)

-people with Uranus aspecting mercury tend to be absolute nerds and they have the most interesting hobbies. Think of that one kid you knew at school that loved anime and would Naruto run down the hallways

-Scorpio moons have an especially hard time fully getting over their exes, even if they are in a new relationship

-Chiron in the 1st house aspected with Venus and/or mars can indicate being constantly body shamed and being made to feel unattractive by a lover

-Juno in the 9th house can indicate marrying outside your race and/or culture, meeting your spouse in school or while traveling

-people with mercury in earth signs require a lot of time and practice to be good at something while people with mercury in air signs tend to learn faster and experience beginner’s luck more

[shinelikethunder]

i don't actually think teenage Dean Winchester would be spurned-lover-style jealous of teenage Sam's girlfriends i think based on his s1 behavior that it's far more likely he went "HELL YEAH my little brother is DATING he is going to SLAY at this and i'll make sure of it," unilaterally appointed himself Sam's wingman, had to be beaten back with a stick from micromanaging his brother's love life, and probably lovingly fantasized about all the hot chicks Sam was gonna hook up with and all the things they'd get up to because let's face it, who wouldn't fall head over heels for the guy? (speculation about kissing practice, which of course Would Not Count as anything except making sure the little nerd did their family proud, is left as an exercise to readers who are so inclined.)

also probably the closest thing to a jealous shitfit he pulled involved one (1) time Sam ditched a hunt to be there for his then-girlfriend's Important Life Event, and it'd be like 40% loudly-expressed "he should be putting his FAMILY first" and 60% ferociously-suppressed "we don't get to just DO that! if i've accepted only ever being able to date super casually for a few weeks at a time before we blow town then where the fuck does he get off thinking he can just PRIORITIZE this COMMITTED RELATIONSHIP BEHAVIOR bullshit. that i tooootally don't want or care about anyway. because it's for SISSY NORMIE LOSERS, not a tight-knit clan of ULTRA-COOL SECRET MONSTER HUNTERS like us"

like i think Dean did accept much more readily, long before he could even realize the ramifications of what he was accepting, that the way they lived meant the Winchesters' only long-term relationship option was "rampant emotional incest that we don't have to acknowledge as long as we all only bang girls," but he also canonically had all kinds of festering resentment about missing out, and was aware on some level that their lives required the sacrifice of a lot of things he secretly longed for (and made a lot of noise about devaluing in favor of What's More Important)

and the toxic cocktail of that + envy of Sam's ability to just go "nah fuck expectations i want something else" + boundary-challenged investment/enabling/policing of each other's heterosexual exploits as a bulwark between their family dynamics and The Unspeakable + freakout over the early warning signs of a difference in values on family loyalty + inchoate terror of losing him to the outside world one day + unthinking idolization and projection along the lines of "well of course this girlfriend would take him away from us and wrap her entire life around his if she could, i mean, have you met him? who wouldn't want that? this is WHY we have to keep it casual and not get girls' expectations up"...

...the entire dynamic of Dean being Sam's number one hookup cheerleader but also perceiving signs of romance/commitment as a threat... s1 Dean trying to have a hand in pushing him towards actual romantic prospects anyway, because he's worried about Sam grief-spiraling and has reluctantly accepted that the rupture in the family is about things Sam genuinely wants, even as Sam's grief is already driving him to the conclusion that they aren't worth the cost and meanwhile the brothers have spent all season bonding even closer and more claustrophobically as adults...

well, i think all that is way more interesting, and in many ways even more fucked-up, than applying bog-standard jealous boyfriend tropes to the absolute mess of their upbringing

[olive-fics]

An Old friend.

Synopsis: After not seeing Abby for nearly 5 years, she suddenly comes back into your life like it was nothing.

Men DNI, Mature readers only, reposts are especially welcomed!, Not proof read lol

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The notification on your phone was just another blip in the background of your busy life. Work, deadlines, and the relentless march of time had pushed a lot of things into the recesses of your memory — including Abby Anderson.

The relentless flow of people outside in the streets and sidewalks caught your eye as you watched from above in your little cubical. . Lost in your thoughts, you were startled by another notification, this time from a friend, Ellie Williams.

You had met Ellie back in middle school, both of you were little nerds obsessed with savage starlight and music so you two instantly clicked.

"Wanna grab drinks after work? It'll be fun, pus it's a small break from work for you."

of course.

"Idk. . Who else is going? You bringing your 3rd girlfriend of the month with or something?"

"haha Y/N. Just us tonight, maybe we can find you a little girlfriend.."

"Ellie be so fr rn."

"ok ok. but just saying, If there's a hot lesbian there, I'm giving her your number."

"I swear to god.."

The post-Abby relationship had proven to be more challenging than you initially thought. Since the breakup and her abrupt move away, you hadn't gone into any other serious relationships. Sure, you engaged in casual conversations with a few people, but nothing seemed to progress beyond the talking stage.

Your friend Ellie was quite the opposite of you. Ellie is a party enthusiast, a self-proclaimed player, and a lesbian with unapologetic masculine energy. You never really understood how you two clicked.

Waiting for the clock at work to finally strike 5, signaling the end of the day, you finally get to go home. With a sigh, you scanned your closet, hoping to find something not so eye catching, you're just there for some drinks with Ellie. Plus.

You're probably going to be the one needing to carry her home later..

.

Throwing on a simple pair of jeans and a white T-shirt with a small work logo on it, you head out to the bar.

Ellie: "Y/N! Look at youuu! Finally out of the house.." Y/N:"Yeah yeahh.." Ellie:"Come- I already bought us a drink- then lets go dance."

You sighed, the corners of your lips turning up in a laugh as you joined Ellie.

.

Ellie: "So , Y/N. What's been happening in your mysterious world lately?"

Y/N: "Oh, you know, the usual. Work, school, a bit of Netflix.."

Ellie: "Of course.. So, anyone special in your life these days?"

Y/N: "Not really, just the usual talking stages. And you, Ellie? Still breaking hearts?"

Ellie: "Ah, you know me too well." .

The night had carried on, a blur of clinking glasses, casual conversations, and a soundtrack of questionable music.

Eventually, Ellie had to use the restroom, leaving you left by the drinks alone.

Feeling the effects of the drinks, you couldn't help but feel the buzz that had settled in. It had been a while since you let loose and allowed yourself to be carried away by the intoxicating combination of alcohol, and Ellie's horrible dad jokes.

As you searched through the crowd to find Ellie after noticing she disappeared that's when you heard it.

CLANK!

Before you could react you felt a rough hand grab yours and pull you up gently. Startled, you looked up to meet the gaze of the person who had inadvertently collided with you. Their eyes, filled with concern, met yours, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.

Why did she look so familiar..?

Suddenly snapping you out of your questioning they finally spoke.

"Are you okay?" they asked, their voice tinged with genuine worry.

Caught off guard you nodded, still processing the sudden turn of events. As you steadied yourself, you couldn't shake the feeling of familiarity that washed over you.

With a grateful smile, you huffed out a; "I'm fine, thank you. Just got a little lost in the crowd."

You then looked down at your shirt, it was stained red from the strawberry cocktail in her hands.

"Great.." you muttered under your breath, a mix of amusement and frustration.

"Let me buy you another drink to make up for it,"..

Caught in a moment of indecision, you looked up at the girl who had inadvertently stained your shirt.. Your thoughts shifted back to where you and Ellie had been seated for the night. You couldn't just leave Ellie, but the genuine offer of another drink lingered in the air, creating a little dilemma.

"Um, I appreciate the offer, really, but I'm actually here with a friend," you explained, trying to not seem rude.

The girl nodded understandingly, "No worries. I didn't mean to intrude on your night. If your friend is around, maybe we can all grab a drink together?"

You shrugged and nodded, why not?

She had noticed the stain worsening and quickly offered, "Could I at least help you wash that out? I'd hate to ruin your shirt completely..."

You looked down at the stain, and you couldn't deny it was pretty bad.

"Well, it's a unique fashion statement now, I guess,"

She laughed and gently took your hand. "Follow me."

You both went into the restrooms, you propped yourself on top of the sink. The girl then grabbed a Wad of paper towels and ran them under cold water to start blotting at your chest with them.

"Sorry again for the mess." she sighed and made eye contact with you, only to quickly look away.

Did she know something you didn't?..

.

Clearing your throat you looked down at her from the sink.

"It's really no worries.. It's an old shirt.."

"Still..You're all sticky now.."

"I think I've been through worse." You stifle a laugh and look away.

..

"So.. What's your name..?" She asked attempting to make small talk.

"Y/N."

"Right."

"Anyways..let me go buy you that drink."

"True."

You get off the counter and follow the girl back to the bar.

Eventually Ellie came back to her seat next to you.

"Oh? Y/N..Who's this? hmmmm?" She couldn't help but tease you.

"Oh please.. it's just a friend.."

"Right..Wait..what happened to your shirt?? I swear to god whoever did that to you I'll kick their ass-"

"It's okay.." You laughed and calmed Ellie's nerves.

"Accidents happen."

You look to the girl and laugh quietly. God you needed to go home.

..

"You seem on edge." Ellie called out as you two walked back to your apartment.

"Just..buzzed." You lied right to her. goodness.

"I know that's not all y/n."

"That girl was just.. really familiar. Did she seem that way to you too..?"

"Nope. You're just overthinking again."

"probably."

..

You made your way back to your apartment, eager to shed the stained shirt and uncomfortable jeans. As you undressed, something caught your attention in your pocket — a note with someone's number on it?

great.

Starting up a warm bath you add some bubbles and light a candle, you'll worry about the note later. You took off your bra and got into the bath tub scrolling on your phone to then look at the note sitting on your sink.

Fuck it.

"Hey, This the girl from the bar?" You wrote the text, you questioned if you even really wanted a reply.

Ping!

"hah! Yeah, it's me. wyd? :)"

"Taking a bath :p"

"Cute. Proof my love?"

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ok Ik this sucks but maybe I'll make a part 2..if that's something you guy's would like idk!! :)

[elikajinnie]

The Heartthrob Code

Pairing: Fratboy!Jake x nerd!reader (+17)

Warnings: Alcohol use, foul language, misunderstandings, mature themes, tension, minor angst, suggestive content only.

a/n: I wrote this during ovulation week... i dont remember half of what i wrote. so there is no smut, its just very... detailed? like hooking up! i went feral honestly with it... I also did some research on everything prior, and some things was ridiculous so i took took some inspo from norweagian party culture :3 also jake is a not an asshole

(rec party song ↑)

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On campus, the hustle and bustle of student life filled the air. Groups of friends chatted animatedly, study partners exchanged notes, and some carefree souls tossed a frisbee back and forth in the warm sunshine. Yet, amid all the noise and activity, you walked alone, holding your schoolbooks close to your chest.

You navigated through the throngs of students with ease, your mind focused on your destination. The main building loomed ahead, slipping inside, the cool air a welcome contrast to the heat outside. The hallway stretched out before you, bustling with students rushing to and from classes, but you knew exactly where you were headed.

The library, awaited you. You entered the hushed space and offered a polite greeting to the librarian, who nodded back with a warm smile, recognizing one of the library's most diligent regulars. You made your way to your favorite corner, a secluded spot where you could immerse yourself in your studies without distractions.

Settling down, you spread out your books and notes, diving into your schoolwork with determination. This free period was precious, a chance to get ahead and prepare for the challenges ahead. After all, you were a high achiever, and every moment counted.

The silence of the library wrapped around you, a cocoon of focus and productivity. Outside, the campus buzzed with life, but here, in your corner, it was just you and your ambitions. The minutes ticked by, each one bringing you closer to your goals, each one a testament to your dedication.

As the minutes ticked by, you remained immersed in your studies, absorbing every detail, every concept, with unwavering focus. Time seemed to stretch and contract in the quiet confines of the library, until finally, the chime of the clock reminded you of your impending class. With a sense of satisfaction at a productive study session, you carefully packed away your books and notebooks, ensuring everything was in its proper place before leaving your secluded corner.

Exiting the library, you stepped back into the bustling corridors of the main building, where students hurried to and fro, their conversations blending into a gentle hum. You made your way towards your classroom, navigating the familiar halls with ease. At the door, you paused briefly to gather your thoughts before entering.

Taking your customary seat at the front of the classroom, you arranged your belongings neatly on the desk, a habit born out of a desire for organization and efficiency.

You reached for your workbook, flipping it open to a blank page. The scratch of your pen against paper filled the air as you began to scribble, jotting down thoughts, ideas, and snippets of information that floated through your mind. It was a ritual of sorts, a way to center yourself and prepare for the lesson ahead.

Lost in your thoughts, you scarcely noticed the passage of time as you filled the pages of your workbook with your thoughts and musings. The classroom gradually filled with the eager chatter of your classmates, anticipation building as everyone awaited the arrival of the teacher.

And then, as if on cue, the door swung open, and the teacher entered the room. With a final flourish of your pen, you capped it and tucked it away, ready to focus your attention on the lesson about to unfold.

The teacher made their way to the front of the classroom, as they greeted the class with a warm smile. You returned the smile with a nod of acknowledgment, your mind already primed for the lesson ahead.

Throughout the lesson, you remained an active participant, raising your hand to offer insights or ask questions when prompted.

The minutes slipped away unnoticed as the teacher led the class through the intricacies of the subject matter. Before you knew it, the bell signaling the end of the lesson rang out, snapping you out of your intellectual reverie.

As the class began to disperse, you gathered your belongings, ready to exit the classroom and continue with your day, when the familiar voice of your teacher halted your movement. " Y/n. May I have a word?" they asked, and immediately, a flutter of nerves danced in your stomach. Did you forget an assignment? Fail an exam?

Your mind raced with possibilities, each one more anxiety-inducing than the last. But as your teacher spoke, relief flooded through you like a wave crashing onto the shore. "Y/N, you are one of my most prodigious students and I favor you very much," they began, and you felt tension release from your shoulders.

"I think you would be perfect to tutor Sim Jake," they continued, and your eyebrows furrowed in surprise. "What?" you uttered, caught off guard by the unexpected request.

"Yes! He's unfortunately falling a little behind in class, and I was hoping that you could help him catch up," your teacher explained, their tone earnest.

"Oh… well, I'm not sure. I have a lot of assignments," you responded, hesitating as you weighed the pros and cons of taking on such a responsibility.

"I know it may put more on your plate, but this is a great opportunity for you! I will even give you extra credit if you do this," they added, their voice laced with encouragement.

After a moment of internal deliberation, you relented. "Alright, I will tutor him," you agreed, albeit with a hint of reluctance.

"Brilliant!" your teacher exclaimed, their enthusiasm palpable as they thanked you for your willingness to help.

As you left the classroom, a sense of defeat washed over you. You weren't exactly excited about the prospect of tutoring Jake. Experience had taught you that tutoring students like Jake often proved to be a formidable challenge, and it had often been a struggle to keep them focused and engaged. With Jake, you could only imagine the added challenge, given his reputation and the distractions that came with it.

With a sigh, you resigned yourself to the task ahead. Perhaps, against all odds, Jake would surprise you. But deep down, you couldn't help but harbor doubts. All you could do was hope that he would be willing to put in the effort and listen to what you had to say.

After a long day of classes, you trudged wearily back to your dorm, the weight of impending responsibilities hanging over you like a dark cloud. As you pushed open the door, you were greeted by the sight of your dormmate, Liz, surrounded by a chaotic mess of papers and textbooks strewn across the floor.

"What happened?" you asked, concern lacing your voice as you surveyed the scene before you. Liz looked up from her sea of notes, her expression a mixture of surprise and distress.

"Oh! Nothing much, just found out that I have an exam in a few days!" she replied, her voice tinged with anxiety. You watched as she scrambled to organize her materials, a sense of sympathy welling up within you.

"In what subject?" you inquired, stepping carefully around the scattered papers to reach your bed, where you perched on the edge, observing Liz's frantic efforts.

"Physics," Liz answered with a sigh, her shoulders slumping. You nodded in understanding, silently empathizing with her struggle.

As you flipped through one of Liz's textbooks, absorbing the complex equations and theories within its pages, she interrupted your thoughts with a question.

"Anyways, how was your day?" she asked, her voice slightly strained.

"Oh, nothing exciting, except that I now have to tutor Jake in psychology," you replied nonchalantly, though the weight of the task ahead hung heavily in the air between you.

In an instant, Liz was on her feet, her eyes wide with disbelief. "What?!" she exclaimed. You blinked slowly, taken aback by her sudden outburst.

"I swear, that's the fastest I've seen you move…" you mumbled, a hint of amusement coloring your words as you watched Liz's animated reaction.

"You have been given the honor of tutoring The Sim Jake!" Liz exclaimed, her excitement palpable as she shook you by the shoulders, causing you to wince slightly at the sudden movement.

"Do you know what this means?!" she continued, her words tumbling out in a rush of enthusiasm. You struggled to keep up with her frenetic energy, trying to make sense of her excitement.

"No?" you replied, attempting to extricate yourself from Liz's enthusiastic grasp. She released you, her eyes shining with fervor as she explained her reasoning.

"A golden opportunity!" Liz declared, her voice ringing with conviction as she paced around the room, her excitement contagious. You followed her movements with bemusement, raising an eyebrow in question.

"How is it a golden opportunity?" you asked, the skepticism evident in your voice as you emphasized the air quotes around the phrase. Liz's cheeks flushed slightly, her enthusiasm undeterred as she launched into her explanation.

"With you being close to Jake and his friends, we can actually be invited to a frat party! And before we know it, we are climbing higher and higher in status!" she exclaimed, her eyes shining with anticipation.

"I'm sorry, we?" you questioned, a hint of amusement coloring your tone as you watched Liz's reaction. She blushed slightly, her excitement faltering as she hesitated.

"Well, I mean…" she began, trailing off uncertainly. You couldn't help but laugh at her flustered response, shaking your head in amusement.

"I'm just kidding!" you reassured her, a smile playing at the corners of your lips. Liz grumbled playfully as she sank down onto her bed, her cheeks still tinged with embarrassment.

"Oh, you can be so mean sometimes!" she teased, though there was a hint of fondness in her words as she settled back into the familiar comfort of your shared space.

The library was silent, only the sounds of rustling pages and the faint tapping of keyboards orchestrated a symphony. In your usual spot, nestled amidst towering shelves of books, you were in your own world.

Yet, in a blink of an eye, the tranquility shattered.

One moment, you were engrossed in the labyrinth of your studies, the next, he appeared. Jake materialized beside you, as if summoned from the ether, his sudden presence jolting you. Startled, you spluttered in surprise, fingers instinctively reaching to remove the headphones that had been delivering a steady stream of music to your ears.

"Oh! Sorry, did I scare you?" he asked, his voice carrying a note of genuine concern as he regarded you with an apologetic smile. Wide-eyed and still recovering from the shock of his unexpected arrival, you managed a shaky nod, attempting to regain your composure, "Kinda, but it's fine," you managed to reply, your voice tinged with a hint of lingering disbelief. Jake's smile widened at your response, his features lighting up with an infectious enthusiasm.

"Great!" he exclaimed, his words punctuated by a burst of energy that seemed to radiate from him like sunlight.

"So, you are my tutor?" Jake's voice was filled with curiosity as he tilted his head, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. As you met his gaze, you couldn't help but be struck by the resemblance he bore to a golden retriever.

"Yeah, I am," you confirmed, your voice slightly softer as you met his gaze, unable to resist the warmth in his smile. There was something endearing about the way he looked at you, a genuine curiosity that seemed to bridge the gap between you.

Before you could fully process his response, Jake reached into his pocket and retrieved his phone, the screen marred by small cracks, a testament to its well-worn nature. His eagerness was palpable as he held out the device towards you, a hint of excitement in his voice.

"Give me your number, and we can set up a time to meet up!" he exclaimed, his words tumbling out with an eager urgency. You hesitated for a moment, caught off guard by his enthusiasm, before reluctantly accepting his phone.

"Alright," you mumbled, fingers moving with a uncertainty as you typed your number into his phone, the soft click of the keys punctuating the quiet of the library. Once finished, you returned his phone to him, a faint buzz from your own device signaling the arrival of his message.

"I'll see you later then!" Jake said happily, the warmth of his smile lingering in the air as he slung his backpack over his shoulder and strode away. You watched him go, a sense of contentment settling over you like a comforting blanket.

Admittingly, Jake had proven to be more receptive than you had anticipated, his genuine eagerness a pleasant surprise.

As you returned to your studies, a small smile tugged at the corners of your lips.

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Standing in front of the frat house, you felt a wave of apprehension wash over you, mingled with a tinge of self-doubt. It was a Saturday afternoon, and the streets relatively quiet, with only a few scattered figures milling about.

Glancing down at your phone, you double-checked the address, confirming that this was indeed the frat house Jake had invited you to. Originally hesitant about holding the first tutoring session at his place, especially with his friends around, you had eventually relented, swayed by Jake's assurances that you would have space to work undisturbed. Yet, despite his reassurances, doubts still lingered in the recesses of your mind.

The frat house loomed before you, its imposing facade softened by the warmth of the afternoon sun. A large banner adorned the front, proudly displaying the name "Enhypen" in bold letters, surrounded by a chaotic collage of symbols and images.

Taking a deep breath, you approached the door, your gaze flickered to the saggy couch on the front porch, its worn cushions reeking of beer and other less savory scents. You wrinkled your nose in distaste before refocusing your attention on the task at hand.

Summoning your resolve, you rang the doorbell and waited, the anticipation building with each passing moment. When the door finally swung open, you were met with Yang Jungwon, a figure familiar only through Liz's extensive briefing on Jake's frat house.

"May I help you?" he asked, his voice tinged with sleepiness. You offered a polite smile, your nerves fluttering in your chest as you met his gaze. "Yes, I have a meeting with Sim. He invited me to come here," you replied, your voice steady despite the faint tremor of uncertainty that lingered beneath the surface.

"Oh yeah, he did mention you would come!" Jungwon exclaimed, his demeanor brightening, "Come in, come in," he invited, gesturing for you to enter, as he opened the door wider, inviting you inside. With a grateful nod, you stepped over the threshold, your senses immediately assaulted by the sights and sounds of the frat house.

Taking in your surroundings, you noted the spaciousness of the interior, surprisingly devoid of the expected chaos and clutter. A few articles of clothing lay scattered here and there, but overall, the space seemed relatively tidy.

"Follow me," Jungwon instructed, leading you upstairs and down a hallway lined with closed doors. The air was thick with anticipation as you trailed behind him, your pulse quickening with each step.

Finally, Jungwon came to a stop, gesturing towards a door at the end of the hallway. "This is Jake's room. It was lovely to meet you," he said cheerfully before bidding you farewell and disappearing down the hallway. "Yeah, you too," you replied, though your words felt somewhat hollow as you watched him disappear.

Left alone in the hallway, you took a moment to collect yourself, before gathering the courage, you knocked on Jake's door and waited, listening as the sounds of shuffling reached your ears from the other side. Moments later, his voice called out, slightly muffled by the closed door. "Who is it?"

"It's me," you simply replied. Almost immediately, the door swung open to reveal Jake standing there, his face lighting up with a wide, eager smile.

"You're here!" he exclaimed, stepping aside to allow you entry. You returned his smile softly and walked into his room, taking in your surroundings with a sense of awe. Jake's room was spacious and remarkably tidy.

"Wow," you thought, unable to keep the thought from slipping out in a whisper as you took in the room's neatness and order.

Jake moved over to his desk and pulled out a chair, patting the seat beside him invitingly. "Come sit," he urged, his eyes still sparkling with that boundless enthusiasm.

You walked over and took the seat next to him, pulling out the materials you had meticulously prepared for the day's session. "Let's start," you said, your voice filled with determination and a hint of anticipation.

Jake nodded, his smile unwavering as he focused on the work laid out before him. Hours seemed to pass by in a blur as the two of you delved into the intricacies of psychology. You found yourself pleasantly surprised by Jake's engagement. Not only did he pay close attention to your explanations, but he also asked questions, showing a genuine interest in understanding the material.

As time neared 5pm, your phone buzzed with a message. Glancing at the screen, you saw that Liz had sent a message asking where you were.

"I have to leave," you told Jake, noting the sudden sadness that flickered across his face.

"Yeah, yeah, of course," he said, standing up quickly. "I'll follow you out."

You smiled in appreciation, gathering your materials and slipping them into your bag. As you left Jake's room, you were abruptly met by a shirtless guy sprinting past, causing you to stiffen in shock.

"Joonwoo! Put a shirt on!" Jake shouted beside you, clearly embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, most of the guys have already come home… I didn't want you to think we're too rash like the stereotypes," Jake explained, his cheeks tinged with a hint of color.

"No, no, it's fine. I get it, I see that not everyone here is too bad, especially you," you said, offering him a reassuring smile as you walked away. Unbeknownst to you, Jake's face flushed a deeper shade of red at your compliment.

Descending the stairs, you noticed a few guys lounging in the living room, their attention momentarily diverted from the TV to you and Jake.

"Who's that, Jake?" Sunghoon called out, curiosity evident in his voice.

"This is Y/n, my tutor," Jake introduced you, and you gave a small wave.

A chorus of greetings met your ears, and you responded with a polite nod. Jake gently guided you toward the front door, his hand resting lightly on your waist. The unexpected contact sent a flutter through your stomach, which you quickly pushed aside.

"Thank you for coming today," Jake said, leaning against the door frame with a grateful expression.

"Yeah, no problem," you replied, matching his relaxed posture.

"Well… I'll see you later?" Jake asked, a hopeful note in his voice.

"Bye, Jake," you said, giving him a final smile before walking away.

"Bye…" Jake echoed softly, watching you until you disappeared down the sidewalk. Only then did he close the front door, turning to find himself immediately surrounded by his housemates.

"That's your crush?" Ji-yeong asked, a teasing grin spreading across his face.

"She's cute," Jong-su commented appreciatively.

"How did it go?" Jay inquired, genuine interest in his voice.

"Any progress?" Heeseung added with a mischievous glint in his eye.

Jake groaned, shaking his head in exasperation. "It's only the first day, guys," he answered, pushing through the cluster of curious faces to make his way back to his room.

As he closed his door behind him, he couldn't help but replay the day’s events in his mind, a small smile tugging at his lips.

Days turned into weeks, and with each passing moment, you found yourself growing closer to Jake and his friends. Your initial apprehension about tutoring him in a frat house had long since faded.

Every tutoring session with Jake seemed to bring out new facets of his personality. He was attentive and genuinely eager to learn, and his enthusiasm was contagious. You began to look forward to these sessions, not just for the academic progress but for the easy, relaxed conversations that often followed. You discovered that Jake was more than just a popular rugby player and a frat boy; he was kind, thoughtful, and surprisingly insightful.

Gradually, you became a familiar face at the Enhypen frat house. Jake's friends welcomed you with open arms, their initial curiosity evolving into genuine friendship. Sunghoon often joined your study sessions, bringing snacks and providing light-hearted commentary that kept things lively. Jay and Heeseung occasionally popped in, their questions and banter adding to the warm, communal atmosphere.

One afternoon, after a particularly productive session, Jake suggested a break. "Hey, how about we join the guys downstairs? They're playing some games, and it might be fun," he proposed, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

You hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Sure, why not? I could use a break."

As you made your way downstairs with Jake, the sounds of laughter and friendly competition grew louder. The living room was filled with activity; a group of the guys was huddled around the TV, engrossed in a video game. They greeted you with enthusiastic waves and cheers.

"Hey, Y/n! Ready to join the chaos?" Sunghoon called out, tossing you a controller.

You caught it with a grin. "Absolutely. Let's see what you've got."

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One evening, as you sat on the porch with Jake, the two of you watching the sun set, he turned to you with a thoughtful expression. "You know, I never expected to enjoy being tutoring so much," he admitted. "You've made it… fun. And not just the studying part. Everything."

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through you at his words. "I feel the same way, Jake. I didn't expect to get so close to you and your friends, but I'm really glad I did."

Jake's gaze lingered on you for a moment, his eyes reflecting a depth of emotion that took you by surprise. "You've become an important part of our lives, Y/n. My life."

The sincerity in his voice sent a shiver down your spine, and for a moment, the world seemed to stand still. Jake's eyes held yours, and you could feel the intensity of the moment wrapping around you like a warm blanket. His gaze softened as he leaned in slightly, his eyes flicking down to your lips and then back up to meet your gaze.

Your heart pounded in your chest, and you felt yourself being drawn closer to him, almost as if an invisible force was pulling you together. The world around you seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in a bubble of shared emotion and unspoken words. Slowly, Jake began to lean in, closing the distance between you. You felt your breath hitch in anticipation, the air thick with the promise of a kiss.

Just as your lips were about to touch, the bubble burst with a sudden cacophony of voices.

“Jake! Y/N! Get in here, you have to see this!” Sunghoon’s voice boomed, followed by a chorus of laughter from the other guys.

Jake pulled back slightly, his eyes widening in surprise and a hint of frustration. He glanced toward the house, then back at you, his expression a mix of apology and lingering desire. You let out a shaky breath, the moment of almost-kiss still buzzing through your veins.

“Sorry about that,” Jake said, his voice low and a bit strained.

You managed a small smile, trying to calm your racing heart. “It’s okay. We should probably see what they want.”

Reluctantly, you both stood up and made your way back inside. The living room was a scene of chaotic fun, with the guys gathered around the TV, laughing and shouting at whatever was on the screen.

“There you are!” Sunghoon said, turning to grin at you both. “We were wondering if you two got lost out there.”

“Yeah, something like that,” Jake muttered under his breath, earning a chuckle from you.

“What’s going on?” you asked, trying to shift the focus back to the group.

“Just a ridiculous video we found,” Heeseung said, gesturing toward the TV. “You’ve got to see it.”

You and Jake settled into the couch, surrounded by his friends, the earlier tension between you lingering like an unfinished conversation.

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You sat on your bed with your computer on your lap, a movie playing on the screen while a bowl of popcorn sat beside you. With Liz working a late shift, you had the room to yourself, relishing the rare peace of not having any plans or assignments to stress over. The soft glow of the screen illuminated your face as you lazily munched on popcorn, completely absorbed in the film.

Before you knew it, your eyelids grew heavy, and the movie became a soothing background hum. You fought to keep your eyes open, but eventually, you succumbed to the comforting lull of sleep, the computer still perched on your lap and the movie playing on.

You were abruptly awakened by the sensation of someone jumping onto your bed. Your eyes flew open to see Liz grinning mischievously at you, her weight causing the mattress to bounce slightly.

"Had a nice nap, sleepyhead?" Liz teased, snatching the popcorn bowl with an impish grin.

"What are you doing?" you asked groggily, rubbing your eyes as you tried to shake off the remnants of sleep.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Liz retorted, her mouth full of popcorn.

You rolled your eyes, a small smile tugging at your lips despite yourself. Glancing at the clock, you were startled by how much time had passed. "I slept for so long?" you exclaimed, noting the late hour.

"Yeah, you slept through my shower," Liz said, flopping onto her own bed with a satisfied sigh, still munching on your popcorn.

You clapped your computer shut and set it aside, feeling a mix of grogginess and amusement. "Oh joy," you muttered, staring up at the ceiling.

Liz noticed your distant expression and quirked an eyebrow. "What's on your mind? Thinking about your tutor sessions with Jake?" she asked, her tone playful.

You turned to look at her, still lying on your back. "Maybe," you admitted, a shy smile playing on your lips.

Liz chuckled. "You know, it's not every day you get to tutor a cute guy from a popular frat. Plus, it sounds like you're actually enjoying it."

You nodded, thinking back to the near-kiss between you and Jake. "Yeah, I guess I am," you said softly.

Liz's eyes sparkled with excitement. "I knew it! Just promise me one thing."

"What's that?" you asked, curious.

"Invite me to one of their parties someday. I need to experience the legendary Enhypen frat house firsthand," she said with a dramatic flair.

You laughed, shaking your head. "Alright, deal. But only if you promise not to embarrass me."

Liz crossed her heart with her finger. "Scout's honor."

With a contented sigh, you turned back onto your side, closing your eyes.

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You and Liz were sitting at a cozy café near campus, hunched over your respective textbooks and notebooks. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the soft murmur of conversation created a calming backdrop as you both prepared for an upcoming exam. The table between you was cluttered with papers, highlighters, and half-empty coffee cups.

The silence was only broken by the occasional rustle of pages turning or the scratch of your pen as you scribbled equations into your workbook. Liz's phone buzzed, and she picked it up, her fingers quickly scrolling through her notifications. You didn't look up, too absorbed in solving a particularly tricky problem.

Suddenly, Liz gasped. You glanced up, curiosity piqued, but she had already stood up and moved around the table to sit beside you. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she thrust her phone under your nose.

"Look!" she exclaimed, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm.

You took her phone and read the post that had her in such a state. Your jaw dropped. The screen displayed a post from Jake's fraternity house, announcing a frat car wash. The picture showed all the boys posing with water buckets and sponges, their playful smiles and toned bodies on full display.

"Oh," you managed to say, your eyes lingering on the image. Jake was in the center, his grin as charming as ever. "Oh," you repeated, feeling a strange mix of surprise and amusement.

"We should totally go!" Liz said, her excitement infectious.

"What?" you looked at her incredulously, handing back her phone. "Why?"

"Why not? We get to see shirtless guys wash our car!" she said, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

"Your car," you corrected her, trying to maintain a semblance of rationality.

"It doesn't matter, let's go! Take a break from studying," Liz insisted, already starting to pack her things.

"But..." you mumbled, feeling a bit overwhelmed by her sudden enthusiasm.

"No buts!" Liz added firmly, her determination unwavering.

You groaned but began packing up your own things. The idea of a break was appealing, even if you felt a bit out of your element. Within minutes, you both had your bags slung over your shoulders and were heading out of the café, the thought of the upcoming car wash making your heart race with a mix of anticipation and nervousness.

As you walked towards Liz's car, she kept up a steady stream of chatter, her excitement growing with each step. You couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm, even as you felt a flutter of uncertainty in your stomach.

When you arrived at the frat house, the scene was even more lively than you had imagined. Music played from a set of speakers, and the guys were already hard at work, washing cars with an energy that was both entertaining and impressive. You spotted Jake immediately, his easy smile and confident demeanor standing out among the crowd.

Liz nudged you with her elbow. "See? This is way better than studying," she said with a wink.

You had to admit, she had a point.

When it was finally your turn, Liz drove the car up to the designated spot. Immediately, a few of the frat boys began splashing soap and water on the car, their playful energy adding to the lively atmosphere. You watched with amusement as they started scrubbing the car with gusto.

Heeseung, standing by your window, smiled at you as he scrubbed the glass. His friendly demeanor was infectious, and you couldn't help but smile back. He then turned to Jake, who was a few feet away, messing around with two other boys. You followed Heeseung's gaze and saw him say something to Jake, who then looked up. Upon noticing you, a wide grin spread across Jake's face as he made his way toward the car.

"Liz!" you called out, but Liz was too engrossed in oogling the shirtless boys who were flirting with her to pay any attention.

Jake reached your window and waved at you. You gave a small wave back, but your eyes widened in surprise when Jake was suddenly splashed from behind by Young-chul. Jake gasped and spun around, chasing after Young-chul with a water hose. He managed to hose him down, much to the delight of the onlookers. You giggled at the display, enjoying the light-hearted chaos.

Your attention shifted back to the front of the car, where the guys were dragging Heong-min back and forth on the hood, pretending to give him a soapy massage. It was a bizarre but hilarious sight, and you couldn't help but laugh. A quick glance at Liz confirmed she was thoroughly enjoying the spectacle, her eyes gleaming with amusement.

You and Liz settled into the car as the guys enthusiastically scrubbed and washed it, their flirtatious banter and playful flexing drawing amused reactions from Liz. She was clearly enjoying the attention, giggling and blushing at their antics. You, on the other hand, remained more reserved, though you couldn't help but smile and blush occasionally. You had built solid friendships with some of the guys, and their displays were more amusing than anything else.

However, you felt a knot of discomfort tighten in your stomach when you noticed Ji-yeong. He was leaning against the car behind you, shamelessly flirting with a group of girls. Your mind flashed back to the time he had confessed his feelings for you. You had rejected him not just because you weren't interested, but also because of his creepy behavior toward other girls and his general assholery. Your glare from the side window was intense, your dislike for him palpable.

Just as your annoyance peaked, a wet Jake appeared in your window, his bright smile instantly lifting your mood. He scrubbed the window and, with a cheeky grin, drew a heart with the soap. You giggled, the tension melting away. Jake blew a kiss through the soapy heart before rinsing it off, his playful demeanor a stark contrast to Ji-yeong's unsettling presence.

Jay walked around, inspecting the car, and deemed it clean. Liz started the engine, and as you drove away, she couldn't contain her excitement. "See! That was fun, wasn't it?" she said, her cheeks still flushed with exhilaration.

"Yeah…" you replied, your voice trailing off as you glanced back at Jake, who waved goodbye with a warm smile.

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You were sitting in the dorm with Liz, both of you munching on snacks and watching a random movie that Liz had been begging you to watch. Finally, after much pestering, you had caved in, and now you both lounged on your beds, enjoying the rare moment of free time.

Your phone suddenly pinged, interrupting your concentration. You grabbed it and saw that Jake had sent you a message: "Hey, I know it's a little out of the blue, but we are having a pool party at the house now, and I was wondering if you wanted to come?"

"Pool party!" Liz exclaimed, peering over your shoulder to read the message. You looked at her, eyebrows raised. "We totally have to go!" she said, springing up from the bed with excitement.

"Why should we?" you asked, half-heartedly. You were about to protest further when another message from Jake came through: "I would like to see you there."

"Cause that's an actual invite! Now we are obliged to go!" Liz explained with a mischievous grin. You sighed, feeling the weight of obligation and maybe a touch of excitement yourself.

"Fine…" you relented. Liz didn't waste a second, pulling out her bikini with glee.

You typed back a quick response to Jake: "Be there in 15." Then, you got up and rummaged through your drawer for your own bathing suit. With Liz's help, you quickly put it on, the two of you adjusting each other's straps before slipping on jeans and crop tops over your swimsuits. Once ready, you both exited the dorm and made your way toward the frat and sorority houses.

When you and Liz arrived at the Enhypen house, it was already in full swing, loud music blasting and flashing lights illuminating the scene. You and Liz exchanged a look of anticipation before making your way to the front door, where a bulky guy stood guard.

"Invite?" he asked, eyeing you both with a scrutinizing gaze. You showed him the invite from Jake on your phone, and after a brief moment of examination, he nodded and opened the door, letting you both in. Liz grabbed your wrist and eagerly pulled you inside.

The colorful lights from the ceiling made you squint as Liz navigated through the throng of people standing and dancing around. You scanned the crowd, trying to find someone familiar. Near the TV, you spotted Jay, Sunoo, and Sunghoon playing games, their laughter echoing over the music.

When you finally reached the back of the house, you found a bustling scene around the pool. People were lounging on inflatable floats, others were splashing in the water, and a few were gathered in clusters, chatting and laughing.

"Let's find Jake," Liz suggested, her eyes scanning the crowd.

You nodded, your heart pounding with a mix of nerves and excitement. The atmosphere was infectious, and despite your initial reluctance, you couldn't help but feel a thrill at being there. As you continued to look around, you felt a tap on your shoulder. Turning, you saw Jake, dripping wet from the pool, a wide grin on his face.

Jake was wearing black swimming trunks that clung to his hips, highlighting his athletic build. His hair was wet and slicked back, glistening under the party lights. Water droplets trailed down his face and neck, tracing paths over his toned chest and abs before disappearing into the waistband of his trunks. Each movement he made caused more droplets to cascade down his body, glinting like tiny diamonds in the light.

"You made it!" he exclaimed, his eyes lighting up with excitement.

"Yeah, we did," you replied, unable to hide your smile. The sight of Jake, with his easy confidence and the water shimmering on his skin, sent a shiver of anticipation through you.

"Come on, let's get you a drink," Jake said, his voice warm and inviting. He led you and Liz towards the refreshment table, his hand lightly grazing your arm. The coolness of his touch sent another shiver down your spine.

As you walked, you couldn't help but steal glances at him. The way the water droplets traced the lines of his muscles, the playful glint in his eyes, and the effortless way he moved made your heart race even more.

Jake led you and Liz to the refreshment table, where an assortment of drinks and snacks were laid out. The thumping music and laughter from the pool area created a lively background as Jake handed you a cup. "Here, try this," he said with a wink, passing a drink to Liz as well. You took a sip, the cool liquid refreshing in the warm night air.

Jake's eyes sparkled as he looked at you. "How about a swim? The water's perfect."

Before you could respond, Liz piped up, "Absolutely! Let's go!" She grabbed your hand and started pulling you towards the pool. Jake followed, his presence reassuring as you approached the edge.

Liz, ever the enthusiastic one, quickly undressed down to her bright red bathing suit, tossing her clothes onto a random chair without a second thought. "Last one in's a rotten egg!" she called out, and with a splash, she jumped into the water, sending ripples across the pool's surface.

You stood at the edge, watching as Liz swam energetically, her laughter echoing around the pool area. Jake was beside you, his eyes flicking from Liz to you, his smile gentle and encouraging.

Taking a deep breath, you began to undress as well. You felt Jake's gaze on you, not intrusive but warm and supportive. You folded your clothes neatly and placed them on a nearby chair, revealing your bathing suit underneath. The night air was warm against your skin, and the pool water looked inviting.

As you stood there, looking at the water, you felt a moment of hesitation. The party atmosphere was lively, and you were slightly out of your comfort zone. Jake, sensing your uncertainty, took a step closer. "It's going to be fun, I promise," he said softly.

With that, you took a deep breath and stepped to the edge of the pool. Jake was right beside you, his presence a comforting anchor. You glanced at him, and he gave you an encouraging nod.

"Ready?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Ready," you replied, a smile forming on your lips.

Together, you both jumped into the water. The coolness enveloped you immediately, refreshing and exhilarating. You surfaced, laughing, the tension melting away. Jake was right beside you, his grin wide and genuine.

Liz swam up, splashing water playfully at both of you. "See? Isn't this great?" she said, her eyes bright with excitement.

You nodded, feeling a surge of joy. "Yeah, it really is," you admitted.

Without warning, Jake playfully splashed you, sending a spray of water over your face. You laughed, retaliating with a splash of your own. The two of you engaged in a lighthearted water fight, the sounds of your laughter blending with the music and chatter from the party.

"You're going down!" you declared, trying to splash him again.

"Oh, really?" Jake said with a mock-serious expression. He lunged forward, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you through the water. You squealed in surprise but couldn't stop laughing.

Liz cheered you both on from the sidelines, her own amusement evident. "Get him, Y/N!"

You wriggled free from Jake's grip and swam a few strokes away, turning to face him with a challenging look. "Catch me if you can!"

Jake's eyes sparkled with determination. "Oh, I will," he said, swimming after you. The chase was exhilarating, and you felt a thrill every time he almost caught up to you.

Finally, Jake managed to catch you, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you slightly out of the water. "Gotcha!" he said triumphantly.

You laughed, breathless but happy. "Okay, okay, you win," you conceded, enjoying the closeness and the warmth of his embrace.

Jake lowered you back into the water, but his hands lingered on your waist for a moment longer. "This is fun," he said, his voice softer. "We should do this more often."

You nodded, feeling a connection between you two that was growing stronger with each passing moment. "I'd like that," you replied, your smile matching his.

After a while, you found yourself by the pool's edge, Jake still by your side. He leaned in closer, his voice soft yet clear over the music. "I'm really glad you came tonight," he said, his eyes locking onto yours.

Before you could respond, a loud shout interrupted the moment. "Hey Jake, come over here!" someone called from the other side of the pool. Jake looked over, clearly torn between staying with you and joining his friends.

"I'll be right back," he promised, giving your hand a quick squeeze before swimming away.

You watched him go, a mix of emotions swirling within you. Liz swam up next to you, a knowing smile on her face. "Looks like someone has a crush," she teased.

"Shut up," you mumbled, though you couldn't help but smile.

But unbeknownst to you, not everyone at the party was thrilled with how close you were getting with Jake. In a corner of the backyard, a group of girls watched you with narrowed eyes, their whispers barely audible over the music and laughter.

"Can you believe how she's clinging to him?" one of them muttered, her tone dripping with disdain.

Another girl, her arms crossed over her chest, nodded. "She just showed up out of nowhere, and now she's acting like she belongs here. Jake should be with someone from our circle."

A third girl, who had been silent until now, smirked. "We should do something about it. Jake needs to see that she's not right for him."

As they continued to hatch their plan, their minds set on dividing you and Jake, Ji-yeong approached the group, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He had overheard their conversation and saw an opportunity to involve himself in a scheme that piqued his interest.

"Hello, ladies," Ji-yeong greeted, his voice smooth and confident. "I may have a little proposition for this problem we seem to be having."

The girls exchanged glances, curiosity and intrigue evident in their eyes. They knew Ji-yeong had a reputation for being cunning and persuasive, and his involvement could prove beneficial.

"We're listening," one of them said, her tone cautious yet hopeful.

Ji-yeong leaned in, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "I've noticed how close Jake has gotten with her, and frankly, it's unacceptable. But I have a plan that might just work. We need to make sure she understands her place. And more importantly, make sure Jake sees it too. If we play our cards right, we can push her out and remind him where he really belongs."

The girls nodded, their interest piqued further. Ji-yeong's suggestion seemed like exactly what they needed to execute their scheme.

"So, what's the plan?" another girl asked, her eyes narrowing as she listened intently.

Ji-yeong smirked, his mind already whirling with ideas. "Leave that to me. Meanwhile, you girls can subtly isolate her, make her feel like she doesn't belong here. A combined effort will be much more effective."

The girls exchanged looks of agreement, their resolve strengthening.

You swam around the pool a bit more, enjoying the refreshing water against your skin. However, as you glanced back at Liz, you noticed she was already surrounded by guys, laughing and chatting animatedly. You smiled to yourself and shook your head, knowing she was having a great time.

Climbing out of the pool, you grabbed a towel from a nearby table and dried yourself off. You found your clothes easily but decided to keep your bathing suit on under your jeans, letting your top hang from your waist. Walking around the crowd, you eventually spotted Jake playing beer pong against another guy you didn't know.

Moving through the crowd, you approached Jake just as he won a round, his triumphant shout echoing through the air. He turned and noticed you standing there, a smile lighting up his face. "Hey! Wanna try it out?" he asked, gesturing to the table.

"I don't really know how to play," you admitted.

"It's easy, here, I'll show you," Jake said, guiding you to stand where he had been. He picked up a ball as the cups were refilled, and Heeseung, who was refilling them, smiled at you.

"You throw the ball into the other cups with the right trajectory, and when they drink everything, you win," Jake explained.

You nodded, watching intently as Jake handed you the ball. The girl you were playing against threw her ball but missed. It was your turn, and you focused, calculating the trajectory before confidently throwing the ball, landing it in one of her red cups.

"Omg!" you exclaimed, jumping up and down with excitement. Jake cheered you on from beside you as more onlookers joined to watch the game unfold.

As the game progressed, the crowd around you grew, and you felt a surge of adrenaline. You were down to four cups while your opponent had two. The pressure was on, but you remained focused, determined to win.

When your opponent missed her shot, you seized the opportunity, throwing the ball and scoring yet again. The cheers erupted as she drank from her cup, realizing she was on the brink of defeat.

With a final shot, you aimed carefully and watched as the ball landed perfectly, sealing your victory. "I did it! I won!" you shouted, the excitement coursing through you as the crowd erupted into cheers and applause.

Turning around, you saw Jake clapping happily, his smile beaming with pride.

The party had winded down, leaving you standing in the kitchen, surrounded by the remnants of the evening's festivities. You found yourself eyeing the snacks absentmindedly, contemplating in a late-night treat, when the sound of footsteps interrupted your thoughts.

Turning, you saw Jake entering the kitchen, accompanied by Jungwon. Jake's presence alone sent a jolt of anticipation through you, and you couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement at being alone with him.

"Hey there, you are," Jake greeted you with a warm smile, his eyes bright with genuine interest. Jungwon nodded in acknowledgment before grabbing a drink from the fridge and exiting, leaving you and Jake alone.

You returned Jake's smile, feeling a mixture of nerves and excitement coursing through you. As you finished your drink, tossing the glass bottle into the trash, Jake's question hung in the air. "Did you have fun today?" he asked, his tone slightly nervous but filled with genuine concern.

You turned to face him fully, taking in his earnest expression. For a moment, an mischievous thought crossed your mind, and a playful smirk tugged at the corners of your lips. "I did, thanks for inviting me," you replied, your voice tinged with playful ambiguity.

Jake visibly relaxed, a smile spreading across his face at your response. "I really had fun," you added, your tone softening as you took a step closer to him, closing the distance between you.

Suddenly, you felt a surge of boldness wash over you, fueled by the charged atmosphere between you and Jake. You trailed a finger down his clothed chest, the fabric of his tank top soft under your touch. Jake's eyes widened in surprise, his cheeks flushing with a deep blush as he stared down at you, taken aback by your sudden boldness.

"Oh," he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes locked with yours in a mixture of shock and anticipation.

In that moment, time seemed to slow to a crawl as you both stood there, the air thick with tension and unspoken desire. With a shared sense of longing, you both began to lean in, the space between you shrinking until your lips finally met in a soft, tentative kiss, the world around you seemed to fade into oblivion, leaving only the electric current of desire pulsating between you and Jake.

Feeling emboldened by the intensity of the moment, Jake's hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer to him until there was barely an inch of space between your bodies.

Lost in the haze of desire, you instinctively leaned into his touch, your hands finding purchase on his shoulders as you melted against him. His kiss deepened, becoming more fervent, more urgent.

With a low growl of desire, Jake gently guided you backward until your back collided with the cool surface of the kitchen counter, the sensation sending a thrill coursing through you. Without breaking the kiss, he pressed his body against yours, pinning you against the counter with a delicious weight that left you breathless.

The kiss deepened further, becoming more passionate, more consuming, as if the hunger between you could never be satisfied. You felt the heat of his body seeping into yours, the friction of your bodies igniting a firestorm of desire that threatened to consume you both.

As you gasped for air, the world seemed to spin around you, the haze of desire clouding your senses as Jake's lips continued to trail down your neck, igniting a trail of fire wherever they touched. "Jake," you whispered, your voice barely audible above the sound of your pounding heart.

He hummed in response, his lips still grazing the sensitive skin of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. With each gentle kiss, a wave of electricity coursed through your veins, leaving you tingling with anticipation.

"Let's go to your room," you whispered, your voice trembling with desire. Jake didn't hesitate, his movements swift and confident as he guided you through the crowded party and up the stairs, his touch sending sparks flying wherever it landed.

As you made your way through the dimly lit hallway, the sounds of passion echoed around you, a symphony of moans and groans "People are really getting into it," you thought.

Finally, you reached Jake's room, the door closing behind you with a soft click as he locked it securely. The room was shrouded in darkness, illuminated only by the soft glow of LED lights hanging from the ceiling, casting an eerie red hue over the space.

As you turned to face Jake, a mischievous grin tugged at the corners of your lips. The playful challenge danced in your eyes as you backed away, leading him deeper into the room.

The room seemed to shrink around you as Jake followed, a playful glint dancing in his gaze. Your heart raced with excitement as you retreated, a teasing smile playing on your lips. There was an undeniable thrill in the chase, a delicious tension that crackled in the air.

With every move you made, Jake mirrored, his movements fluid and purposeful. It was like a dance, a seductive game of cat and mouse, with you both caught in its intoxicating rhythm. Your pulse quickened as Jake drew nearer, his presence dominating the space around you.

In the dim light, his features took on a sculpted allure, his eyes dark pools of desire that seemed to draw you in. You could feel the heat of his breath against your skin, a tantalizing reminder of the closeness between you.

As you backed up against the edge of the bed, your heart pounded with anticipation. There was a hunger in Jake's gaze, a primal need that mirrored your own.

"Where do you think you're going, baby?" Jake's voice was a low, husky whisper, sending a shiver of anticipation down your spine. "I don't know," you replied, your tone teasing as you fell onto the bed, your back hitting the soft mattress. But before you could move, Jake was upon you, you tried to crawl away, but he captured your wrists in his hands, pinning them above your head with a playful grin. "I got you," he murmured, his voice filled with desire as he leaned down, his lips capturing yours in a searing kiss.

Caught in Jake's grasp, you melted into the kiss, your body responding instinctively to his touch. His lips were soft yet demanding, igniting a fire within you that burned with a fierce passion. Jake's hands trailed down from your wrists, exploring the curves of your body with a hunger that left you breathless.

You arched into him, craving more of his touch, more of his intoxicating presence. His fingers traced along your skin, sending sparks of electricity dancing across your senses. Every caress, every touch, sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, driving you closer to the edge of ecstasy.

Jake's lips trailed down your jawline, leaving a trail of fire in their wake as he explored every inch of your skin with a fervor that left you gasping for air. Your hands roamed over his body, tracing the contours of his muscles with a hunger that matched his own.

With a gentle yet urgent touch, Jake guided you further onto the bed, his body pressing against yours as he claimed you with a fervent passion that left you breathless.

As the intensity reached its peak, you found yourself sinking deeper into the heat of the moment, your body responding instinctively to Jake's touch. Somewhere in the midst of the passion, you felt a subtle shift in your positions, and before you knew it, you were straddling Jake's lap, his strong arms wrapped securely around your waist.

But as the haze of desire began to lift, you suddenly became aware of the new position, your eyes meeting Jake's as you pulled back from the kiss, the connection between you unbroken. Sitting up fully, you looked down at Jake, his gaze filled with a mix of desire and adoration, his hands lingering on your thighs.

For a moment, you both simply gazed at each other, the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air between you. But as Jake's hands began to explore the curves of your body, tracing every contour with a gentle yet possessive touch, you felt a surge of desire coursing through your veins.

With a soft gasp, you felt Jake's strong arms wrap around you as he sat up fully, his back resting against the wall. He pulled you closer, his touch sending shivers down your spine as he adjusted his position, making room for you to straddle him more comfortably. You gasped in surprise at the sudden movement, but before you could react, Jake's lips found yours again in a searing kiss.

His hands moved to the small of your back, pulling you impossibly closer as he deepened the kiss, his touch igniting a fire within you. You melted into him, your fingers tangling in his hair.

As Jake slowly pulled back, releasing you from the fervent embrace, he lowered you gently onto your back, his touch tender yet possessive. You lay there, chest rising and falling with each deep breath, your gaze fixed on him as you took in the sight before you.

In the soft, crimson glow of the LED lights, Jake's features were cast in an ethereal light, his eyes dark pools of desire that seemed to drink you in. His hair was tousled, a testament to the passion that had consumed you both, and his lips were swollen from the intensity of your kisses. The absence of his tank top revealed a toned torso, muscles defined beneath smooth skin, adding to his allure.

The red light danced across his body, casting shadows that made him look almost devilish, a dark and irresistible force that drew you in even deeper.

You reached up to touch his face, your fingers tracing the sharp lines of his jaw. Jake leaned into your touch, his eyes never leaving yours. There was something both tender and fierce in his gaze, a mix of emotions that left you breathless.

In Jake's eyes, as he gazes down at you, you are the epitome of his deepest desires, the embodiment of everything he has ever wanted and loved. From the moment he first laid eyes on you, he knew there was something special about you. It wasn't just physical attraction; it was something deeper, more profound. He called it love at first sight, a feeling that overwhelmed him from the very beginning.

Now, as he hovers above you, his heart races with a mixture of passion and adoration. You are the girl he has dreamed of, the one he has yearned for with every beat of his heart. And now, here you are, lying beneath him, all for him to see, to touch, to love.

As your hands find their way to Jake's shoulders, you pull him down closer to you, craving the intimacy of his touch. He willingly complies, his lips meeting yours in a deep, passionate kiss that sends sparks flying through your veins.

With each kiss, the world around you fades away, leaving only the two of you in your own private sanctuary. His touch is electric against your skin, setting your senses ablaze with desire as he trails his hand down your jawline, sending shivers down your spine.

You respond eagerly, melting into his embrace as you lose yourself in the heat of the moment. His kisses are like a drug, addictive and intoxicating, leaving you yearning for more with each passing second.

With a surge of desire, you wrap your legs around Jake's waist, pulling him closer to you, craving the sensation of being as close to him as possible. He responds eagerly, his body pressing against yours with a fervent urgency that matches your own. One of his hands holds his weight, supporting him above you, while the other explores your body.

When Jake pulls back from the kiss, his lips trace a fiery path down your neck, leaving a trail of electric tingles in their wake, you gasp at the intensity of the sensation, your fingers instinctively clutching his bicep tightly.

His words, whispered against your skin with a fervor that ignites your soul, send shivers cascading down your spine. "You are so perfect," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire, each word dripping with sincerity and adoration.

As the first rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, gently illuminating the room, you began to stir from your slumber. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, you shifted slightly, only to find yourself cocooned in the comforting embrace of Jake's arms. His presence was like a soothing balm, wrapping you in a sense of security and contentment.

Lying there in the half-light of morning, you couldn't help but smile as you gazed at Jake's sleeping face, his features softened by the tranquility of sleep. He had curled himself around you, spooning you under the soft blankets, his steady breaths creating a rhythmic melody that lulled you into a state of calm.

Sighing softly, you decided to savor the moment a little longer, allowing yourself to bask in the warmth of Jake's embrace. After all, it was the weekend, and there was no rush to start the day.

However, as you drifted in and out of consciousness, you were eventually roused by the sensation of soft kisses against your shoulder. Yawning softly, you hummed in contentment, acknowledging Jake's presence with a sleepy smile.

"Good morning, baby," his whispered words brushed against your ear, sending a shiver of delight down your spine. In response, you murmured a sleepy greeting, rolling over onto your back to face Jake.

But the mischievous glint in Jake's eyes caught your attention, prompting you to raise an eyebrow in suspicion. "What is it?" you asked him, your curiosity piqued.

"Look in the mirror," he replied cryptically, his eyes twinkling with anticipation. Intrigued, you sat up, casting a wary glance at him before sitting up and turning to face the mirror beside the bed, you were met with a shocking sight that elicited a gasp of surprise from your lips.

"Jake!" you exclaimed, your voice a mixture of disbelief and indignation as you grabbed a nearby pillow and began to pummel him with it. "Hey, hey, ow! I'm sorry!" Jake protested, attempting to shield himself from your playful assault.

The reason for your outburst was glaringly evident in the mirror—the purple and pinkish marks that adorned your neck and shoulders. Though they were not bruises in the traditional sense, the telltale signs of hickeys were impossible to ignore.

As the reality of the situation sunk in, you couldn't help but feel a rush of embarrassment and self-consciousness.

"How do I cover this up?! They're everywhere!" you exclaimed in distress, your voice muffled by the plush pillows as you flopped face down onto the bed, your frustration evident in the tone of your voice.

But Jake's response was far from sympathetic, his teasing tone only adding fuel to the fire of your exasperation. "I mean, you could not cover them?" he quipped, his playful smirk evident even in the dim morning light.

With a groan of disbelief, you sat up to confront him, your gaze sweeping over his figure to find that he, too, bore the telltale marks of your shared passion. "Oh God… did I do that?" you asked him, your voice laced with a mixture of embarrassment and incredulity.

In response, Jake simply nodded, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes as he echoed your words with a teasing smirk. "Oh God? Now where did I hear that again?" he teased, his playful banter eliciting a groan of frustration from you.

Unable to resist the urge to retaliate, you delivered a swift kick, sending Jake tumbling off the bed with a yelp of surprise. "Ow!" he exclaimed, his voice echoing through the room as he quickly sprang to his feet, his movements fluid and graceful even in his disheveled state.

"If you'd like to stay for breakfast, I could fix it," Jake offered, his voice tinged with warmth and sincerity. But before he could finish, you interjected, declining his invitation politely. "No, no, it's fine. I have plans soon," you explained, your words punctuated by a gentle smile.

"Oh, that's fine," Jake replied, a hint of disappointment flickering across his features before he handed you the hoodie. "What's this?" you asked, curiosity piqued as you examined the garment in your hands.

"Well, it's a bit cold out now and... I thought you might want it?" Jake explained, his words accompanied by a sheepish grin. "Oh, thank you," you replied, gratitude lacing your voice as you pulled the hoodie on, relishing in its warmth and the faint scent of Jake that lingered on the fabric.

"Let's go," Jake suggested, his tone light as he unlocked the door and led you out of the room and down the hallway. As you followed him, you couldn't help but notice the chaos that reigned throughout the house, with people sprawled out on couches and floors.

"That's gonna be a nightmare to clean up," Jake muttered, his voice tinged with exasperation as he surveyed the scene before you. With a nod of agreement, you slipped on your shoes and made your way to the door, ready to face the chilly morning air.

"I'll see you later?" Jake inquired, his gaze lingering on you with a mix of hope and uncertainty. "Yeah, see ya," you replied, offering him a small smile before stepping out into the crisp morning.

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In the days leading up to a exam, your interactions with Jake were limited as the pressure of impending tests consumed your focus. You devoted yourself entirely to your studies, immersing yourself in textbooks and lecture notes. You spent countless hours holed up in the library or sequestered in your room, pouring over your coursework with unwavering determination.

Whenever Jake reached out to make plans, you had to decline, unable to spare even a moment for leisurely activities. Your responses to his messages were brief, and sometimes you even found yourself ignoring them altogether. Yet, despite your lack of availability, Jake remained understanding and supportive, sending you encouraging messages every day and occasionally surprising you with coffee and food to help sustain you through your long study sessions.

As the day of the exam finally arrived, nerves churned in the pit of your stomach, threatening to overwhelm you. But as you sat down to take the test, a sense of determination washed over you, driving you to give it your all. And when you finally emerged from the exam room, the weight of the world seemed to lift from your shoulders, replaced by a surge of relief and accomplishment.

Instead of returning directly to your room, you found yourself drawn to the ENHYPEN house, seeking solace in familiar surroundings. Knocking on the door, Sunoo greeted you, "Hello, Y/N," he greeted you, "Hi, is Jake here?" you inquired, hoping to see him.

"Sorry, no, he's not," Sunoo replied, "He had a family emergency," he added, his words sending a ripple of concern through you. "Oh," you murmured, a pang of sympathy tugging at your heart. "Thank you, Sunoo," you said softly before turning to leave. "No problem," Sunoo called after you, his voice filled with genuine concern as he closed the door behind you.

Upon returning to your room, you wasted no time in taking a much-needed shower before collapsing into bed, the events of the day swirling through your mind as you drifted into a restless sleep.

You awoke from your nap, the room bathed in the gentle glow of afternoon light filtering through the curtains. Stretching languidly, you reached for your phone, only to find no new messages waiting for you. A sense of unease crept over you, prompting you to dial Jake's number. To your dismay, it went straight to voicemail. Frowning, you tried again, but once more, it ended up in his voicemail.

Growing increasingly worried, you sent him a message, hoping for a quick response. But as the hours passed, there was still no reply. Anxiety gnawed at your insides, fueling your concern for Jake's well-being. When your attempts to call him went unanswered yet again, you dialed his number one more time, your heart pounding in your chest.

To your surprise, a woman's voice answered on the other end. "Hello?" she said, her tone gentle but tinged with concern. "Hello? Is Jake there?" you asked, your voice trembling slightly. "I'm sorry, dear, but Jake can't come to the phone at the moment," she replied, her words sending a shiver down your spine.

"Why? What's happened?" you pressed, desperate for answers. "He's having some struggles right now that I think it's best he tells you himself," the woman explained, her voice softening with empathy.

"I understand," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady despite the rising panic within you. "May I ask who you are?" she inquired politely. "Oh, I'm Y/N," you responded.

"Oh, it's you! Jake hasn't stopped talking about you since, ever!" she exclaimed warmly, her words easing some of your tension. A nervous laugh escaped your lips as you absorbed her words. "I'm Jake's mother," she added, her voice filled with warmth and sincerity.

"Oh! A pleasure to meet you," you said, feeling a mix of relief and apprehension. "I can say the same to you," she replied kindly before something caught her attention on the other end of the line. "Oh, I'm sorry, dear, I have to leave now. But don't worry. He'll be back soon," she reassured you before bidding you farewell and hanging up.

You sat there for a moment, the weight of the conversation sinking in. Despite the reassurances, worry still gnawed at your mind, leaving you restless and unsettled. With a heavy sigh, you resolved to wait for Jake's return, hoping for the best but fearing the worst.

The soft glow of the television illuminated your cozy bedroom as you settled in to watch a movie, seeking solace in its familiar scenes. Lost in the world of the film, you were jolted from your reverie by a sudden knock at the door. With a furrowed brow, you paused the movie and made your way to the door, a sense of apprehension knotting your stomach.

Opening the door, you were met with the sight of Jake standing there, a suitcase in hand. The worry etched on his face struck you like a blow. "Jake?!" you exclaimed, your heart leaping into your throat.

"Hey, Y/N—" he began, but before he could say another word, you enveloped him in a tight hug, relief flooding through you. "I was so worried! I came to the house, and Sunoo told me you were gone, and your mother said you weren't doing good! I feared the worst!" you exclaimed, your voice trembling with emotion.

Jake held you close, his embrace offering a sense of comfort and reassurance. "I'm sorry that I worried you… My dad wasn't doing so good and had to be hospitalized… I couldn't bear to see anyone," he explained, his voice barely above a whisper.

Pulling back slightly, you looked into his tired eyes, a wave of empathy washing over you. "It's okay, I forgive you. You're here now," you said, a warm smile gracing your lips as you reassured him of your forgiveness.

"Come in," you said, gesturing for him to enter as you closed the door behind him, barely giving him time to set down his suitcase before ushering him further into the room. "How's your dad doing now?" you asked, genuine concern lacing your words.

"He's doing good now. He was allowed to go home," Jake explained, a hint of relief evident in his voice.

"I'm glad to hear that," you replied, a genuine smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you felt a weight lift from your shoulders.

"Can I borrow the shower?" Jake asked, his voice tinged with exhaustion.

"Yeah, sure," you replied, opening the bathroom door for him as he made his way inside. As the sound of the shower turning on filled the room, you climbed back into bed, grateful for Jake's return and the comforting presence he brought with him. With a contented sigh, you unpaused the movie, allowing its familiar scenes to wash over you once more.

After a brief moment, the sound of the shower ceased, and Jake emerged from the bathroom, looking refreshed and clad in fresh clothes. "May I join you?" he asked, his eyes filled with a warmth that eased the tension in the room.

You nodded, a soft smile playing on your lips as you pulled open the covers, inviting him to join you. With a grateful smile, Jake climbed into bed beside you, his presence a soothing balm against the uncertainty that had lingered in the air. Cuddled up together beneath the covers, you both settled back to watch the movie.

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As you walked through the bustling halls of the school, lost in your own thoughts, the sound of your name being shouted suddenly pierced through the noise. Startled, you turned and saw Jake running towards you, a wide grin plastered on his face as he waved a piece of paper excitedly in the air. He skidded to a stop in front of you, breathless but beaming with pride.

"What is it, Jake?" you asked, your curiosity piqued as he showed you the paper. As you took it in, your eyes widened in astonishment, a gasp escaping your lips. It was the exam from the subject you had tutored him in, and at the top, there it was—an A, shining brightly as a testament to his hard work and your dedication.

With a joyous screech, you threw your arms around Jake, enveloping him in a tight hug. "You did it!" you exclaimed, unable to contain your happiness.

"I did it!" Jake echoed, his voice filled with elation as he hugged you back tightly.

"We have to celebrate!" Jake declared, his excitement contagious. "Celebrate?" you asked, a smile spreading across your face.

"Yeah! We have a party tonight! You have to come! I'll send you the invite!" Jake said before kissing you swiftly and dashing off, leaving you standing there, filled with a mixture of astonishment and delight.

But your joy was short-lived as you were abruptly pulled into a nearby classroom by a harsh tug on your arm. Startled, you looked up to see five girls standing around you, their expressions cold and disdainful.

"You really think that just because you seduced Jake, you are now one of us?" one of them sneered, her words dripping with contempt.

"You aren't even close to our status," another chimed in, her tone equally disdainful.

Confusion clouded your mind as you tried to comprehend their words. "What do you mean?" you asked, your voice laced with uncertainty.

"Frat guys belong with sorority girls, that's the whole scheme, and you!" one of them spat, pushing you forcefully backward. "Are not one!" she finished, her words like a slap in the face.

Your anger surged as they continued to berate you, cornering you against the wall. "I will not," you declared, pushing back with all your strength. With a satisfying thud, the girl who had pushed you stumbled backward, landing on the floor with a screech. Seizing the opportunity, you darted out of the classroom, leaving the girls behind in a flurry of righteous indignation.

As you stormed back into the hallway, the echo of their insults still ringing in your ears, you muttered under your breath, "Bitches," a fire burning bright in your eyes as you continued on your way.

As you and Liz arrived late to the party, the scene was already in full swing, the air thick with the scent of alcohol and the sound of laughter and music filling the space. People were scattered throughout the house, some already drunk and others engaged in passionate embraces. You rolled your eyes at Liz, who wasted no time in flirting with a guy she had her eye on, before deciding to venture deeper into the crowded house in search of Jake.

Spotting him across the room, you smiled, eager to join him and share a moment together. But as you moved closer, your steps faltered, your heart sinking as you witnessed a sight that shattered your hopes. Jake stood surrounded by a group of people, mostly sorority girls, and with his arm draped around one of them. They seemed so comfortable together, sharing laughs and whispers, and you couldn't deny the pang of jealousy that gnawed at your heart.

Your mind raced, struggling to comprehend what you were seeing. You didn't want to believe it, couldn't fathom that Jake would move on so quickly. But as you overheard a conversation nearby, your worst fears were confirmed. The words cut through you like a knife, leaving you reeling with pain and betrayal.

"Who is the girl with Jake? His new girlfriend?" one guy asked another, the question hanging heavily in the air.

"Probably. You know how these frat guys are," the other guy replied nonchalantly, the callousness of his words only adding to your anguish.

A wave of emotion crashed over you, and before you knew it, tears blurred your vision, threatening to spill over. Without another thought, you turned and fled, the sound of your own sobs echoing in your ears as you raced out of the house and into the cool night air.

By the time you reached your home, the sobs wracked your body, tears streaming down your cheeks as you collapsed onto your bed, the weight of your heartache consuming you.

Unbeknownst to you, a group of people watched from afar, their faces twisted with satisfaction at the success of their cruel ploy. They had orchestrated the scene, knowing it would break you, reveling in the pain they had caused.

You stayed in bed for what felt like hours, your tears eventually subsiding into silent sobs. The pain of betrayal weighed heavily on your chest, making it hard to breathe. You couldn’t understand how Jake, who had been so kind and attentive, could hurt you like this. The image of him with that girl, his arm around her, kept replaying in your mind.

Eventually, exhaustion took over, and you fell into a restless sleep. The next morning, the light filtering through your curtains woke you up. Your head throbbed, and your eyes felt swollen from crying.

Determined to face the day, you forced yourself to get out of bed. You went through the motions of showering and getting dressed, but everything felt surreal. As you stared at yourself in the mirror, you could see the toll the night had taken on you. Your face looked pale and drawn, your eyes red-rimmed and puffy.

With a heavy heart, you left your room and headed to your first class of the day. You tried to focus on the lecture, but your mind kept drifting back to Jake and the events of the previous night. Every time you closed your eyes, you saw his smile and heard the girl’s laughter. The pain was almost unbearable.

The rest of the day passed in a blur. You kept your head down, avoiding eye contact with your classmates and friends. You couldn’t bear the thought of explaining what had happened, of admitting that your heart had been broken.

Later that evening, as you sat alone in your room, there was a knock on your door. Your heart skipped a beat, wondering if it could be Jake. You hesitated, your hand hovering over the doorknob, before finally opening it.

To your surprise, it wasn’t Jake. Instead, it was Sunoo, looking concerned and slightly out of breath.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry to bother you,” he said quickly, “but I think you need to know something.”

You stepped aside to let him in, your heart pounding with a mix of fear and curiosity. Sunoo’s expression was serious as he sat down, taking a deep breath before speaking.

“There’s something you need to know about what happened last night,” he began. “Jake had no idea you saw him with that girl. It was all a setup by a few of the sorority girls. They wanted to hurt you, to make you think Jake was cheating.”

Your head spun with confusion. “What do you mean?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

“They planned the whole thing,” Sunoo continued. “Jake was just being friendly. They made sure you saw it, and they even had people there to make comments that would upset you.”

Tears welled up in your eyes again, but this time they were tears of relief and anger. “Why would they do that?” you asked, your voice shaking.

“Because they’re jealous of you,” Sunoo said simply. “You and Jake have something special, and they wanted to ruin it.”

The relief of knowing that Jake hadn’t betrayed you was overwhelming, but the anger at those girls for manipulating you filled your chest. You knew you needed to talk to Jake, to sort everything out.

“Do you know where he is?” you asked Sunoo.

He nodded. “He’s at the house. He’s been really worried about you.”

Without another word, you grabbed your coat and rushed out the door, determined to set things right. The walk to the Enhypen house felt like it took forever, but finally, you were there, knocking on the door with a mixture of anxiety and hope.

Jake opened the door, his eyes widening in surprise when he saw you. “Y/N,” he breathed, reaching out to pull you into a hug. “I’ve been so worried. Are you okay?”

Tears streamed down your face as you clung to him. “I’m so sorry, Jake. I saw you with that girl, and I thought…”

Jake pulled back slightly to look at you, his expression filled with pain. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that. I swear, I had no idea they were planning anything. I was just talking to her. I promise.”

You nodded, sniffling as you wiped your tears. “I know. Sunoo told me everything. I’m just so glad it was all a misunderstanding.”

Jake hugged you tightly again, his relief palpable. “I would never do anything to hurt you, Y/N. You mean everything to me.”

You pulled back slightly from Jake's embrace, looking up into his eyes with a mix of relief and lingering confusion. "Jake, who was that girl?" you asked softly, your voice trembling a bit.

Jake sighed, running a hand through his hair as he met your gaze. "That was my cousin, Sophie," he explained. "She just moved here for college and I was trying to help her get settled in. I never imagined it would be turned into something to hurt you."

A flood of relief washed over you, but there was still a tinge of anger at the situation. "I can't believe they did that," you murmured, shaking your head. "I really thought…"

Jake gently cupped your face, his thumb brushing away a tear. "I know, and I'm so sorry, Y/N. I should have been more aware. I should have seen what they were trying to do."

You leaned into his touch, the warmth of his hand soothing your frayed nerves. "It's not your fault, Jake. I'm just glad it was a misunderstanding."

He nodded, his expression serious. "I love you, Y/N. I want you to know that. And I'll make sure nothing like this ever happens again."

A small smile tugged at your lips. "I love you too, Jake."

He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Let's get out of here. We need to talk and just be together, away from all this drama."

You agreed, and together you left the Enhypen house, walking hand in hand back to your place.

Once inside, you both kicked off your shoes and Jake wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close as you walked to your bed.

As you both sat on the edge of the bed, Jake looked at you with a mix of apology and love. "I'm really sorry you had to go through that, Y/N. I promise I'll be more careful from now on."

You shook your head, placing a hand on his cheek. "It's okay, Jake. I trust you. Just, let's be more open with each other, okay? No more misunderstandings."

He nodded, leaning in to kiss you softly. "Agreed."

You stood up and stretched, feeling the tension of the past few days slowly melt away. "Do you want to watch a movie?" you suggested, hoping to lighten the mood.

Jake smiled, his eyes brightening. "I'd love that."

You picked a movie and settled back on the bed, pulling the covers over both of you. Jake snuggled in beside you, his arm around your shoulders, holding you close.

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Ji-yeong's face was twisted with rage as he towered over the cowering sorority girls. "The plan was perfect! But no, you lot just had to gossip so loudly about how brilliant the plan was! Everything I built up is ruined!" he shouted, his voice echoing off the walls.

The girls shrank back, their eyes wide with fear. "But…" one of them started timidly.

"No, I don't wanna hear it! Girls are good for nothing! The only good you bring is pleasure!" he spat, raising his hand and slapping one of them hard across the face. She whimpered, holding her cheek.

"My master plan on breaking up Jake and Y/N is ruined!" Ji-yeong raged, pacing back and forth like a caged animal.

"Um," another girl began hesitantly.

"What?!" Ji-yeong barked, spinning around to face her. He noticed all the girls were staring at the door, their faces pale.

He turned slowly, his blood running cold. Standing in the doorway were Jungwon, Sunghoon, Jay, Heeseung, Sunoo, and two other girls. They all glared at him with a mix of disgust and anger. Sunoo had his phone pointed directly at Ji-yeong, clearly filming the entire scene.

"Oh, hey guys! I was just setting these girls straight," Ji-yeong stammered, a forced smile on his face.

"Don't bother. We heard everything," Jay said, his voice cold.

"You have no respect for our name. You are off the frat," Jungwon declared, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"And when I show this to the dean, you'll be in big trouble," Sunoo added, holding his phone up as proof.

"Guys, no, wait…" Ji-yeong started to plead, but it was too late. They turned and walked away, leaving him standing there, his face drained of all color. The sorority girls quickly scattered, not wanting to be caught in the fallout.

Ji-yeong stood there, alone and defeated, the weight of his actions crashing down on him. The smug confidence he once wore like armor was gone, replaced by a sinking realization of just how badly he had miscalculated. His plan had not only failed but had also destroyed his standing within the frat. There was no coming back from this.

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You and Jake were lying in his bed, ostensibly watching a movie together. However, you had long since lost interest in the film, your attention instead fixed on him. You absentmindedly played with the hem of his shirt, twirling the fabric between your fingers. Unlike you, Jake was clearly engrossed in the movie, his eyes fixed on the screen.

Growing bored with his lack of attention, you whined softly, "Jake."

He hummed in acknowledgment and paused the movie to look at you, "Yes?"

"I'm bored," you told him, a pout forming on your lips.

He raised an eyebrow, "But we are watching a movie? Do you not like it?"

"I would rather focus on something else right now," you replied, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

"Like what?" he asked, genuine curiosity in his voice. Before he could react further, you swung your leg over his lap, straddling him. Jake made a surprised sound from the back of his throat as he looked up at you.

"Like you," you said, smiling down at him.

He adjusted himself beneath you, spreading his legs slightly wider to accommodate you. The shift caused you to gasp softly as his hands found their way to your hips, his touch firm yet gentle. "Oh yeah?" His initial surprise had melted into a smug look.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner, babe?" he said, his voice low and teasing as he began caressing your hips, one of his hands slipping under your hoodie to rest against your bare skin, his touch warm and electrifying.

"I didn't want to disturb you," you mumbled shyly.

"What was that?" he asked, feigning ignorance as he brought his ear closer to your mouth. "Talk louder."

"I didn't want to disturb you," you repeated, louder this time.

Jake's eyes softened as he looked at you, a smirk playing on his lips. "So good for me," he murmured, and you felt your cheeks heat up at his words. "I think you need a reward for your patience," he added, pulling you closer.

With that, he tilted his head up and captured your lips in a deep, lingering kiss. The movie was long forgotten as you melted into him, every touch and caress pulling you further into the moment.

Jake's kiss was all-consuming, his lips moving against yours with a fervor that made your heart race. You could feel his fingers trailing under your hoodie, the warmth of his touch sending shivers down your spine. You deepened the kiss, your hands threading through his hair, tugging gently as you pressed closer to him.

He pulled back slightly, his breath hot against your lips. "You’re so beautiful," he whispered, his eyes dark with desire.

Your cheeks flushed at his words, and you couldn't help but smile. "You know just what to say," you murmured, your voice soft.

Jake chuckled, the sound vibrating through your chest. "Only for you," he said, his hands moving to your back, pulling you even closer.

You shifted in his lap, feeling the heat between you grow. "Jake," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

"Hmm?" he responded, his hands still roaming your body, exploring every inch of skin he could find.

"I need you," you said, your voice trembling with anticipation.

Jake's eyes darkened even more at your words, and he pulled you into another searing kiss. "I've got you," he murmured against your lips, his hands moving to the hem of your hoodie, lifting it slightly.

You broke the kiss long enough to pull the hoodie over your head, tossing it aside. Jake's eyes roamed your body, appreciation and desire evident in his gaze. "You're perfect," he whispered, his hands coming up to cup your face gently.

You leaned into his touch, feeling a rush of affection for the boy in front of you. "So are you," you said, your voice filled with emotion.

You tugged at Jake's shirt, your fingers gripping the fabric as you whispered, "I wanna see you too."

Jake's smirk deepened, and he raised an eyebrow playfully. "Oh, you do, huh?" he teased, his hands still resting on your hips.

You nodded, biting your lower lip as you looked up at him. "Yes, please," you said softly.

Jake's eyes sparkled with mischief as he lifted his shirt over his head, revealing his toned chest and abs. You couldn't help but run your hands over his skin, feeling the warmth and the steady rise and fall of his breath. "Your turn," he said, his voice a low rumble as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear.

You felt a rush of excitement as you reached for the waistband of your sweatpants, your hands trembling slightly. Jake's fingers joined yours, helping you tug them down, his touch sending electric sparks through your skin. Underneath, you wore tight, black shorts that hugged your curves, accentuating your figure and adding an extra layer of anticipation to the moment.

Jake's eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight, his breath hitching slightly. He ran his hands up your thighs, his touch both gentle and firm, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. "You're driving me crazy," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

You blushed under his intense gaze, feeling a mix of shyness and exhilaration. "Thank you," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Jake leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before trailing his kisses down your neck and across your collarbone. His hands roamed over your body, exploring every inch with a gentle yet possessive touch. You arched into him, your breath coming in shallow gasps as his lips found a particularly sensitive spot on your neck.

"Jaeyun," you breathed, your fingers tangling in his hair as you pulled him closer.

With your hands trembling slightly from the anticipation, you moved to the waistband of Jake's pants. Your fingers brushed against his skin, sending electric sparks through both of you. Jake's eyes never left yours, dark and intense, as he lifted his hips slightly to help you slide his pants down. You took your time, savoring the moment, feeling the heat radiate from his body.

As you pulled his pants off completely, he was left in just his boxers. Jake's chest rose and fell with his deep breaths, his desire for you evident in every movement.

You leaned in, your lips brushing against his ear. "I can't get enough of you," you whispered, your voice filled with a mix of desire and affection. Jake's hands moved to your waist, pulling you closer until your bodies were pressed together, the heat between you almost unbearable.

He responded with a low groan, his hands gripping your hips as he guided you back onto the bed. You felt the cool sheets against your back, a stark contrast to the heat of Jake's body pressing down on you. His lips never left your skin, trailing kisses down your chest and across your stomach.

With a gentle smile, Jake leaned in, capturing your lips in a slow, passionate kiss. His hands explored your body, every touch igniting a fire within you.

The night passed in a blur of kisses, touches, and whispered words. As the night turned to dawn, you lay in each other's arms, your bodies intertwined.

Jake pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, his fingers tracing gentle patterns along your back. "I love you," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion.

You smiled, feeling your heart swell with love. "I love you too," you replied, your voice barely audible.

With that, you both drifted off to sleep.

(IVE BEEN A NASTY GIRL, NASTY)

[autisticlancemcclain]

Lance gets red around him a lot.

It’s strange.

It’s different from when they first started. (First met? Keith’s not sure. Lance is so insistent that they’ve known each other since they were twelve, but Keith thinks he’d recognise someone like Lance, someone who smiled that brightly and laughed so loud. But he doesn’t, and he doesn’t understand why he doesn’t, so he doesn’t think about it. He pretends in his head that they met saving Shiro and that’s that.) When they first started learning each other (that’s a better way to put it), Lance went red all the time, but Keith knew exactly what that was about, could read the hard set of his jaw and the anger making his dark eyes steely. Sometimes he would grin to himself and make the flush on Lance’s cheeks deepen on purpose; say something incendiary and challenging in the most casual one of voice he could manage, just to watch how furious he got, how indignance straightened his spine and squared his shoulders and made his cheeks glow.

He called Lance Rudolph, once, and he went ballistic. It was the first time he ever won a spar of theirs, and half of that was because Keith was laughing too hard to breathe. To this day no one believes Lance when he insists it happened. (Keith does feel bad about that, a little. Everyone seems to think it was just Lance who egged Keith on in the beginning, just Lance who purposely made things difficult, but Keith is grown enough now to admit that he had as much fun pissing Lance off as anyone else would. Well, grown enough to admit it in his head.)

Keith still makes Lance go red all the time, now. The issue is that he doesn’t know how he does it.

They still compete. Obviously. It’s fun and it’s easy and Keith is a fan of things that are fun and easy. That’s why he’s into demolitions. And pod racing.

But the competition no longer has that flare of genuine rage. Lance himself had admitted it, sniffing pompously after a late night spar and informing Keith that he had, apparently, “sucked all the fun out of hating by being endearing or whatever”. He also mentioned something about Keith’s “stupid fucking big round pouty eyes and depressing backstory”, but Keith doesn’t know what to make of that so he shoves it back into the recesses of his mind like many other things, including the first time someone other than his Pa said they loved him, Shiro’s safety lectures, and any and all calculus lessons he has ever sat through.

(It’s a mess back there.)

Keith, too, can admit that the animosity is gone. He no longer wakes up and hears Lance’s voice and considers drop kicking him into a black hole. Sometimes he even hears Lance’s voice and realises he’s smiling on reflex. Now he and Lance hang out. Voluntarily, and a lot. They spar. They swim. They harass Hunk. They harass Pidge. They harass Shiro. They harass all their friends, really. Sometimes Lance uses manoeuvres he’s learnt in sparring to pin Keith to the ground and force weird products onto his face and hair, dodging Keith’s attempts to bite him, preaching about their cleansing qualities or whatever. Sometimes Keith even does it without hissing and generally being a nuisance.

Sometimes Keith follows Lance quietly to the observation, late at night, and sits with him while he cries. He can’t decide how he feels about those nights. He’s not sure if he’s allowed to think about them outside of when they happen.

In all of this, though, Lance’s ruddy face has stayed pretty common. Keith can excuse it when they’re sparring, because it’s admittedly a lot of cardio, but at the same time Keith doesn’t get that red and he’s way paler than Lance is. He can almost kind of excuse it when they swim, for the same reasons.

He doesn’t get it any other times, though. He doesn’t know why Lance goes red at the most innocuous things, like when Keith tells him his hair smells good or his laugh is pretty or he’s actually really good at that nerdy math game Pidge likes, holy crow, I didn’t know you were that kind of smart. Nerd. He doesn’t understand why Lance goes red when he trips and Keith catches him, ‘cause he’s a big klutz, you’d think he’d be used to it by now (it’s not like Keith is going to let him fall. Well, usually not). He doesn’t get why Lance goes red when Keith compliments him in training, because usually when Lance gets complimented he gets a big head about it and preens for an hour.

It’s just strange.

Mostly, though, it’s not that big of a deal. Maybe Lance is just a blushy kind of person. He’s taken to teasingly calling Lance Red, because it’s better than Rudolph, and also because Lance goes scarlet every time he says it, so it’s kind of like he’s a wizard who can make Lance flush on command. Which is cool. Other than that Keith mostly just pretends it doesn’t happen. They hang out too much for Keith to bother. If he questioned it every time, he would go bananas.

“You have icing smeared on your face,” Keith comments on one such hanging out occasion. (They’re plundering the kitchen for the cupcakes Hunk made and specifically forbade them from touching. But Hunk allegedly broke into Lance’s room last week and stole the last of his toner, whatever the hell that is, so fair’s fair.)

Lance pops the last of the cupcake into his mouth then turns to face him. “Where?”

“Here,” Keith says, tapping the left side of his own chin.

Lance, like a dumbass, makes a swiping motion on the left side of his face, instead of mirroring where Keith touched. He misses the icing entirely.

“Left side,” Keith says, exasperatedly.

Lance scowls at him. “That is the left side.”

“No — the other left.”

“There is no other left! There’s only one left!”

Rolling his eyes, Keith reaches over to wipe the icing off for him. There cannot be any evidence on them, after all. When Hunk has a conniption over his missing cupcakes they must play the plausible deniability card so they can snicker about it later.

He swipes his thumb under Lance’s bottom lip, trying to scrape the icing off with his thumbnail. Lance inhales sharply.

“Sorry,” Keith murmurs, softening his grip. He must have scratched him. The icing didn’t come off, though, so he switches tactics and slides off the counter, shifting so he’s standing in between Lance’s open legs and cradling Lance’s cheek in his palm to tilt his head. He rubs his thumb much softer on the stubborn streak of whipped sugar, and that works a little better. He keeps rubbing until finally Lance’s skin is clear, all the half-dried icing now spread on the pad of Keith’s thumb. He licks it off without thinking.

It’s sweet.

Lance makes a strained whimpering noise. Keith flicks his gaze up to meet his face again and is less surprised than he should be to see a flush glowing across his cheekbones, making his freckles seem much darker than they are. His pupils are dilated so wide they nearly swallow up the brown of his irises, and Keith can’t tell if he’s looking at him or through him.

He sighs heavily. “Dude, do you have a condition?”

It takes Lance a long moment to answer. By the time he finally does, his gaze has moved firmly to his lap, neck bent so that Keith can’t really see his face. His ears are still read.

“I’ve got a fuckin’ heart condition,” he mutters.

Keith furrows his eyebrows. That’s weird. He’s seen Lance’s medical scans before — he’s in the pods a lot. You’d think that kind of thing would be on there.

“It doesn’t show up on your med scans,” Keith points out. “Is it, like, a genetic thing?”

Slowly, Lance picks his head back up, squinting at him for several long moments. Keith begins to squirm.

“You’re actually slow,” Lance says with an almost awed tone of voice. Which is mean. “Like, genuinely, actually slow. I think there are bubbles in your brain.”

“Hey,” Keith protests, pouting. “I help you commit cupcake heists, and this is how you treat me?”

Instead of answering, Lance continues to stare at him. He almost looks bewildered, which does nothing but make Keith more confused.

Eventually he lets out a long, tired sigh. It is not the first time Keith has heard that sigh. That is a sigh he hears when Shiro finds him throwing up his guts after eating a tub of ice cream out of spite. That’s the kind of sigh he hears from Allura when Keith ignores instructions and boulders through the shocks from the invisible maze to get it done faster. That’s the sigh that says I wish I had a trebuchet to strap you to it and release you into the sun. Keith is very familiar with that sigh, although he usually makes it happen on purpose, or at the very least understands how it’s warranted.

Right now he is completely lost.

“I am going to go bother Coran,” Lance says finally, pushing himself off the counter and walking towards the door. “You are not invited. I will talk to you when I want to strangle you less. Goodbye.”

“Bye,” Keith calls out, head tilted in confusion. He watches Lance go until he disappears down the hallways.

“He is so confusing,” he announces to no one, then walks out the kitchen himself.

[octuscle]

Total and life-changing solar eclipse

Michael was more than pissed off. He had been planning this April 8, 2024 for over two years. Almost all his friends from astronomy class had gone to Mazatlan, Austin or Niagara Falls. Despite all the logistical challenges, Michael wanted to see the solar eclipse at the Epi Center in Nazas. He was on the road for over 36 hours. And now his luggage with all his equipment had not arrived. And he was three and a half hours late. All he had was his special sunglasses. No telescope. No binoculars. All lost somewhere between Dublin and Mexico City… The sky was already darkening. The excursion he had signed up for was long gone somewhere in the mountains. Here, right in front of the airfield, it was full of amateurs. Idiots who didn't understand the significance of this eclipse from the Saros cycle. They probably thought it was a miracle. Michael checked Google Maps. He didn't have time to drive to the hotel first. There was no cab. But according to the satellite image, there was a large parking lot or something similar not far away. Good north-south orientation. Michael should have a good view. And hopefully it was emptier and quieter there…

He cursed the fact that he had to watch the eclipse with the naked eye. He cursed the fact that his sun cream with the sun protection factor was God knows where. His red hair shone in the sun. And he could feel himself getting sunburnt. He probably stank of sweat. The last shower had been during the stopover in Chicago. Maybe he should have flown to Toronto after all. But now he was here. And totality was getting closer and closer.

Michael had been fascinated by astronomy ever since he could read. And he had taught himself at the age of four. Michael was the epitome of a nerd. Unathletic. No friends. Assistant in the computer science department at Dublin University. And now he was standing here alone in the sweltering heat in this parking lot. His head on his back. Above him, a spectacle that rarely existed in this form. His anger evaporated. His fascination with the play of sun and moon prevailed. He no longer felt the heat. In fact, it was starting to get cooler. Cooler and cooler. And it was also slowly getting noticeably darker. Until it was as if someone had switched off the light. Michael stared open-mouthed at the sky. He was overwhelmed. The Black Sun was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. All his exertions were forgotten. The thousands of euros he had spent on the plane tickets: all a trifle for this spectacle in the sky. He put his head back even further in fascination. And he fell backwards onto the ground.

Maldita sea, Miguel thought. He must have fainted a few seconds after falling to the ground. He held the back of his head. That could be a nasty bump on the head… His sunglasses had fallen off his face… He looked at the sun with a wink. Yes, you could still see the shadow of the moon in front of the sun. And? What was so special about it? It got dark every evening. Today it was also noon. Miserable astronomy crap… Even his kunkels had all gone out to a hill outside the village… He didn't care.

His ball had rolled a few meters further. Miguel took it and practiced shooting baskets. By the time his buddies got back before that nerd thing, he was in shape. And then he would beat the losers. Like every time. Miguel was simply the basketball star of his village. And he was happy when all the strangers had finally left and things were quiet again.

[feyhunter78]

Hi!! I’ve been thinking about that one scene in 10 Things I Hate About You, when Patrick walks Kat to the swings when she’s drunk and he says “Leave it to you to use big words when you're shitfaced.” Except! Kat is Nerd Miguel who somehow ended up drunk at some frat party or something, and Patrick is reader who has to deal with his antics. I imagine him spewing random scientific words/facts that reader tries her best to understand. All while she’s just trying to sober him up a bit. This lil scenario has been running through my head, and who best to share with than you!

(The chokehold you’re Miguel, specifically nerd Miguel, has on me is insane! It’s a great distraction while at work! <3)

I love that scene so much!!!! I made this a bit different, but I think I still hit the mark for ya anon <3 (Also this is a normal house party bc guys that are not in a frat are not allowed to attend frat events just like with sororities!)

House Parties

Art cred: Treelover_5

Nerd!Miguel masterlist

You weave through Brett’s parents’ guest house on the edge of town, downing your drink as you search for Miguel. It was really nice of Brett to invite you and Miguel to his pre-winter break bash. You know Miguel doesn’t party much, and Brett has been trying to encourage him to come out of his shell, so this was the perfect opportunity.

The sound of chanting draws your attention, and you see Miguel surrounded by a few other friends of Brett’s. Brett seems to be explaining something to him, car keys in hand. You drove here, so you know the keys aren’t Miguel’s, which makes you feel a bit better.

“Chug, chug, chug.” They chant, and you watch as Brett and Miguel simultaneously shotgun their beers, the foam dripping down Miguel’s tan skin.

Smash. You think instantly, your brain supplying you with images of what Miguel might look like as he comes up from between your legs, his lips, and chin slick with your arousal.

Then Miguel throws the beer down and throws his arms up victoriously.

Brett finishes, then throws his beer down as well and hooks an arm around Miguel’s neck, bringing him down to his level. “My boy Miguel has done it again! Absolute beast of a man!”

The other guys cheer, and you see Miguel smile shyly.

He’s been gaining in popularity, not that he really cares, nor do you, but it makes you happy that he’s made some new friends. Even if those friends challenge him to shotgun races.

Miguel spots you before you can even breach the circle and latches onto you. “Y/N, I won, did you see?”

Brett gives you a look that means dude should probably get some air, and you nod in response.

“Yeah I did, hey Miguel, you wanna step outside with me?”

“Yes, always.” He says instantly, his lips far too close to your neck for you to feel normal about.

You guide him through the crowd and out the door, his arm slung over your shoulders. He’s so heavy, all those stupid hot muscles making him dead weight as he mumbles to himself incoherently.

“What was that sweet boy?” You ask, when you hear something that sounds like your name.

“Did you know that the hydrochloric acid in the human stomach is so strong it can dissolve metal? Thin metal, mind you, but still, metal.” Miguel says, his cheeks red, his glasses perched precariously on the edge of his nose, and a goofy smile on his face.

“Wow, that’s crazy.” You say, struggling under the weight of him as you try to lug him over to a nearby porch swing, the neatly trimmed grass around you littered with solo cups and soaked with various spilled drinks.

“And beer—beer is twice as fizzy as champagne. I know this for a fact, I had four or so beers? They taste bad, did you know that?”

“Yeah, house parties usually have pretty cheap beer.” You laugh, swaying a little when Miguel leans on you.

“And cheetahs, super inbred, ten thousand years ago, taboos were broken, and now they’re all…ya know, the way they are.” He continues on, letting out a surprise oof, when you slide him onto the white porch swing, the weathered green cushions not doing much to break his fall.

“Very cool, so now can you tell me what the hell you were drinking in the twenty minutes I left you alone? Besides beer? Because Miguel, you are so fucked up.” You ask, sitting next to him, your legs tucked beside you as you turn to face him, an affectionate smile on your face.

He drags a hand down his face, and his glasses fall into his lap. He pouts at them, a small aw leaving his lips.

You pick them up and hand them back to him, and he clumsily puts them back on.

“Brett suggested we do shots before the races, he passed his midterm, we were celebrating with him.”

Fucking Brett. You loved the guy, he was nice, nonthreatening, watched out for you when you were in the Sig Epp house, but he also was a menace, who wanted everyone to be as drunk as he was.

“Miguel, you’re a big guy, but you don’t have Brett’s tolerance.” You pat his chest consolingly.

Miguel looks at you, eyes a little hazy, his shirt unbuttoned far more than it normally would be, his hair ruffled. “I’m tougher than I look.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” He leans his head back against the swing, staring up at the stars. “You know a cloud can weigh around a million pounds?”

“I did not know that.” You respond, trying to see if you can check his pupils without him noticing.

He notices and rolls his head to face you. “Everyone blames women when they don’t have sons, but it’s actually male genes that decide it.”

“I did know that one, actually.” You say, as you run your hands through his hair, pushing it out of his face.

He smiles, and you swear it’s brighter than any star in the sky. “You’re so smart, y/n.”

You’re taken aback for a second, heat rushing to your cheeks. “Thanks, that means a lot coming from you.”

“So smart and so, so pretty. I know I said it’s on me, but will you give me a girl y/n? I want a daughter with you, my brains, your everything else, she’d be unstoppable.” He says, his words slurring together. Then he falls forward with a yelp, hands, and elbows hitting the dirt.

You sit frozen in shock, staring down at Miguel, before you snap out of it and scramble to help him. “Shit, Miguel, are you okay?”

He holds up his right hand, it’s bleeding. “Just put some sugar on it, it’ll heal faster.”

“Full of fun facts, aren’t you?” It’s another trip back inside to find a sink and a band-aid, his words still bouncing around in your head.

I want a daughter with you.

Fuck, he’s going to kill you one day, and you’ll let him.

Not me doing a little callback to what Miguel thinks at the end of his encounter with drunk y/n hehe

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[rogueddie]

Playing dumb has always made everything so much easier for Steve. He'd first noticed it as a kid, when he'd gotten bored with his math homework. He'd played dumb, even used a little waterworks, and his babysitter had cracked like an egg. She'd done almost half of his homework for him.

He'd always been a fast learner too. Whenever he felt like he was actually falling behind, he very easily and quickly caught up... well, outside of the months surrounding Upside Down 'events'. It's hard to concentrate with all of that rattling around his brain.

It's why he kind of hates Eddie.

It had taken a long time for the kids to finally bully him into playing D&D with them. And, as loathe as he is to admit it, he's enjoying himself. But the more he gets into the game, the more he forgets that he's not supposed to be this good.

Eddie noticed almost immediately. He'd quickly made it a rule that no one can help Steve. Insisted that Steve's perfectly capable of playing on his own, that he can keep up.

It makes him feel more seen than he ever has. It feels like Eddie can see straight through any act he tries to throw out, smirks like Steve is telling a funny joke whenever he takes his time to try and make it look like he's struggling. Like Eddie can see him.

And, of course, he brings it up one day. He waits until the kids have rushed up to the Wheelers kitchen for food, a gentle hand on Steves arm to stop him immediately following after the kids to play babysitter.

"Why do you do it?"

"Do what?"

"You know what." Eddie raises an eyebrow, challenging.

Steve hesitates for a moment. Eventually, just shrugs. "It's easier. Got me this far. Always been better than the alternative."

"You hang out with gays and nerds, Harrington. You're in the alternative. You can drop the act. No ones gonna judge you. Not with us."

"I don't know, Dustin might disown me."

Eddie laughs, tugging at his own hair almost playfully. "He'll just be mad he didn't guess sooner. Ignore him. You're allowed to enjoy things."

Steve shakes his head. Doesn't make any promises but... he does start spending more time with Eddie. Alone. And they talk about everything together. From Star Wars theories to D&D strategies.

He's not ready to drop the act, not by any means. It still works so perfectly for him and the idea of anyone really knowing him now makes him feel painfully uncomfortable. He likes being the idiot.

But, sitting with Eddie, just the two of them? It's easy. It feels right. He knows that Eddie isn't judging him. Knows that Eddie secretly loves knowing Steve better than everyone else. Although, Steve is pretty sure he'd tell Eddie anything if they could keep having more alone time together.

Maybe being smart can make this thing he has with Eddie easier. It makes a nice change.