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[misojunnie]

texts with bf nicholas! for nicholas day, and just bc I love him ❤️

warnings: contains mature implications on #7, joking and teasing, some insults. pretty mild!

reblogs and likes are appreciated!!

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a/n: cringing so hard omg but yeah. he’s literally my bf. I’m soooo delulu where are my pills!!!!!!! anyways happy nicho day. stan &team for clear skin and a happy life.

[multicohn]

summary: ej in a private, but not secret relationship

warnings: none

pairing: fem! idol! reader x idol! byun euijoo

genre: smau, fluff

author note: inspired by user 032104 series

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[2myl0ver]

with a shorter, younger s/o ☆ hirota riki + love language & pda

Genre ⋅ fluff/headcanons Wordcount ⋅ 203 TW ⋅ none Masterlist ⋅ here

Request ⋅ hello, hru? 💓can i req maki as a boyfriend with a short, one-year younger (07' liner) s/o ^^ including his love language & pda pretty pleaseee!! btw, can i be 🎀 anon? 6v6

Author's note ⋅ this ones kind of short sorry :(

© 2myl0ver Copyright 2023. Do not copy, repost, or translate without my permission. ♡︎ and ↻ are very much appreciated !

– always picks you up when he gives you back hugs 😭

– definitely teases you about your height (okay, you're a giant we get it)

– treats you like a baby even though he's only a year older than you

– definitely loves pda, absolutely does not care about what people think of you two in public

– because he loves physical touch, he's constantly held on to you, whether that's by holding your hand, wrapping his arms around your waist, or playing with your hair. as long as he's held onto you, he's contented

– you sometimes get weird stares from other people because of your pda 😭

– I think he also has gift giving as another one of his love languages :) he randomly gets you things you didn't even ask for

– "baby I got you this because it reminded me of you :]"

– constant teasing..

– uses your shoulder to place his arm on 🫠

– loves having "baby" as your pet name

– your personal helper for things you can't reach 😊

– "maki can you grab that plate from the top cabinet"

– "makii can you get me that book from the top shelf"

[chanyouchan]

⌕ o zumbi

⚠ em caso de inspiração, me credite.

📆 21/07/24 | ✎ @mnini (psd)

[laveindoe]

harua moodboard !!

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[yawn-junn]

I've been tryna find some maki fluff and I loved your head cannons, so can I please have a maki fluff story? thank you <33

★So Love Lee - Maki★

★Special thanks too: Anon, Maki, &Team

★Note: thank you for requesting, please remember I have a 25 days till Christmas event going on right now, you can request whoever you'd like the requests end on December 1st

★TW: cuddling : soft Maki : kissing : joke mention of Gaslighting : tickling :

★Taglist: @niohoon @leoonoa @mxlly143

11-11-23

You and Maki were having your monthly sleep over, this time at your house, 'so the members don't bother me' he said when he arrived. Now the two of you are trying to sleep finally coming off the all time high, you both were on. Constant giggles echoed throughout the room, "Maki shush" you giggled causing Maki to giggle more.

"your giggling more than I am" Maki laughed, immediately you started denying "No Maki I think your delusional" You laughed, "Are you trying to gaslight me?!" Maki screamed laughing harder, "Is it working?" You giggled Maki shook his head no, "you can't admit to it if you want it to work!" Maki exclaimed, getting on his knees leaning over you and started tickling you.

Your loud laughter spilled into the hallways, in result your care giver came in and, asked you two to calm down, quiet giggles filled your dark room the moon hung high up, after a minute or two you and Maki finally calmed down, falling into a comfortable silence. "Maki! Look it's a full moon!" You exclaimed pointing at the moon, Maki quickly looked out the window "it reminds me of our first date" Maki said a blissful look taking over his face.

"That night was good luck all around, we saw a bunny, the first full moon of the month and, the first snow fall!" You giggled, Maki turned to you "Bunny's?" He questioned, "yeah bunny's, whenever you see a bunny it's a sign of good luck and good fortune" you smiled, Maki nodded "is that why you love bunny's so much?" Maki questioned leaning on your shoulder, in response you hummed and nodded.

You and Maki stayed in place looking out the window for a few minutes, "Can I kiss you?" Maki asked lifting his head from your shoulder, blush covered your cheeks as you nodded, after getting the go ahead Maki leaned in closing the distance between your lips, the kiss lingered there for a moment before he pulled away placing a small peck in the process.

You yawned laying back in Maki's arms falling into a deep slumber the last thing you heard was Maki mumble "I Love You".

[c0llisiion]

could you do a junwon (ex fantasy boys) full smut where he basically ties the reader up, spanks her, and really really degrades her? Idk if you are a dark content writer, but if you are, could you make him like toxic and manipulative? If not, then don’t include that part. Also, could I please be 🛍 anon? Thanksss!!!<<<3333

EYE CANDY - y.jw

★pairing: yun junwon + fem!reader

★genre : smut

★: meandom!jw , sub!reader , spanking, restrictions , clit slapping, squirting, cervix fucking , toxicex!jw , name calling, he is kinda mean to reader , bj , raw sex (practice protected sex!) spit kink , mention of d34th(once) — lmk if i missed any! ^^

★W/C: 1,815

A/N: AHHHH WTFFF I NEVER THOUGHT I WILL BE WRITING FOR MY WONNIE MY POOKIE WOOKIE IMH 😭😭😭☝️☝️☝️ THIS WAS SO EXCITING HOPE YOU LIKED IT ANON! i tried my best plssss 💀💔

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ MDNI. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable. ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Toxic ex-boyfriend junwon who refused to give you a break. His constant cheating and douchebag personality were the only reasons you broke up with him. You lost count of the number of times he cheated on you or blamed you for things you never did. Oh, you talked to one of your guy friends? He would accuse you of cheating on him. Fake tears stream down his face as he keeps blabbing about how you broke his trust and how much of a slut you are for speaking to other men. But when it was the vice versa? He would once again blame you. He would continue to express his hatred towards you and how it was YOUR fault that he had to resort to cheating because you were unable to provide him with what he desired. and every time things would end between you both, it was either him on his knees crying and hollering for you to take him back or your face smushed onto his pillow while he fucked into you mercilessly.

This time, it was unlike any other. He had you bent over his lap. His leather belt tied your hands behind your back while he assaulted your ass. “Tell me, sweetheart.” He would put on a fake sweet tone, his slender fingers rubbing circles into your glistening cunt as his other hand smoothed over your red cheeks. “How is it like to be an attention-seeking bitch?” He spat. His harsh words and the way he teased your hole made you whine. The area became more red after a loud slap hit your ass. “Words. Use your fucking words.” He said, pulling your hair back so he could make eye contact with you. Your eyes were puffy and red from the constant teasing and pain. He liked seeing you in this state. All vulnerable and in the mercy of his hands. “I-i didn’t do anything jun… i was j-just-“ you moaned out loud as another slap landed on your ass. “Wrong. I saw the way you looked at them. I noticed everything. The way you touched his arm. How could you do that? How dare you? Why don’t you learn, y/n?!” He said it in a disappointed tone. "I bet you wanted him to fuck you. Thats right, the only thing you are worth for is sucking on dicks.” You shook your head every time nonsense words came out of his mouth. “I-i would never …!” He slapped your sopping cunt. You winced at the pain. It was overwhelming. “Lies.” He bluntly told you as his hand rubbed over your red ass cheeks before spanking you again, this time harder. You jerked off his body at impact. “Always lying.” You shake your head before speaking up. “Im only fit for you… junwon.” you managed to mumble out. You felt his eyes stare into your soul as you mumbled those words. His fingers started prodding into your needy hole. Your toes curled as your insides finally got their desired stimulation. “Say that again will ya?” He said as pushing his three fingers into you. You moaned softly before it was replaced by a loud cry as he spanked you once again. “Speak tf up!” He said basically screaming into your ears. “YES! Yes! God- im only f-fit for you junwon! You! I want your cock in me so bad. I want you to fuck me till I can’t think straight anymore!” You babbled. He chuckled darkly at your response. “Good girl…” he says. You sigh and try to relax a bit when you feel a sudden shift. You were now on your knees; his cock, now free, was right in your face, and your nose and lips were touching it. He held it in one hand while the other was holding your head tightly. He rubbed his cock on your face. Smearing his pre all over. He groaned at the sight. You stayed silent, not having the liberty to do anything in your current state. He brought his tip to your lips before pushing in harshly. You groaned out loud as your throat choked around his hard length. Your eyes filled with tears as you stared up at him. He stared, bobbing your head up and down his dick. Pushing deeper and deeper till his tip hit the back of your throat. Your constant gagging and choking were turning him on. He loved watching your spit collect around his base and spread around your mouth. 

He pulled back, finally letting you breathe. He brought your face closer to his crotch, his cock hitting your cheeks. He smiled down at you, smoothing over your sweaty forehead. Your eyes were unfocused and tired. “Tired?” He asks in his fake tone again. You nod, your eyebrows scrunching up in discomfort.  “Too bad.” That was all he said before shoving his cock down your throat again, but this time with greater force. He kept bucking his hips, hitting the back of your throat each time. His head was thrown back as he basked in the moment. He let go of your hair, giving you the chance to work on his dick by yourself. You knew exactly how to please him. Your head bobbed around his length faster. Gagging each time. You pulled away with a gasp, your face already a sticky mess, before spitting on his tip and sucking on it. Junwon was in awe as he watched. “Look at you.. doing so good? I was so right.. like always. You really are only fit for this. So pretty. So so pretty. Im so glad that I am the only one who gets to have you as my cockslut.” He moaned out. Your mouth continued working on him. His chest was heaving, and his breath was getting shorter. His eyes were squeezed shut, which indicated he was close. “F-fuck.. fuck just like that, keep going…” your tongue circled around his girth, giving his tip special attention. Within seconds, junwon was cumming in your mouth. He pushed your head down more and more until your nose hit his pelvis. You felt hot cum spill into your throat over and over again, swallowing shamelessly. Your eyes swelled with tears as he pulled you off his dick. He pushed two fingers into your mouth, prompting you to open wide. His thumb rested on your tongue as he observed your mouth. A smug smile was plastered on his face. Junwon slapped your face before taking your jaws in his hands. “You swallowed without me even asking?… i fucking love you.” He says, and you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. His hands wrap around your neck as he pulls you into a rough kiss. He lifted you up from your knees, pushing you down to the couch. Your legs were instinctively spread wide open, waiting for him to bury his cock into you already.

He looked down at you. Your pussy glistening under the soft lights that decorated your once-shared apartment. He looked back up at you. A stupid smirk was on his face as he rubbed his tip up and down your folds. “Look at you all wet and needy…you want me to fuck you silly? Huh? You want me to ram you into this couch? Yeah? That's the only thing you are good for..” he said. “..Taking my cock in like a good fucking whore.” His hands around your neck as he pushes his girth into your sopping cunt slowly. Loud squelches were heard as you tried taking him in. “Good lord.. do you hear that..? Do you hear your pussy? So fucking wet, your pussy is literally dripping…” he groans as he continues pushing, watching you suck him in. “Fuck– you are such a filthy whore… making a mess already,,,” your juices were dripping down from your hole to the white couch, creating a small wet mess on the furniture. You arched your back off of the couch as his girth hit your cervix. He hissed as your pussy clenched around him, and without any hesitation, he started ramming into you. Your mouth flung open, and your eyes went wide as his thick cock abused your soft walls. Choked-out moans and gasps escaped your mouth. Junwon was staring down at the bulge that had formed in your lower belly. He smirked before tightening his grip on you, fucking into your cervix. Your eyes rolled back, and tears started spilling.

He was getting turned on more and more as you continued crying. His other hand gave your clit a small slap, causing you to jerk and wince at the pain. His hot spit landed on your throbbing bud, using it as a lubricant to flick your clit. Your legs were twitching as he continued to squeeze and tug on your bud. “Junwon! Gentle…! Please…” you whined out. He slapped your tit in response. “Shut the fuck up. You dont get to say anything after all you did. You wanna be a cock-hungry slut? I will make you one.” You shook her head before you felt a gush of white spill out of you. Junwon groaned as he felt your arousal coat his dick and drip down. He started fucking into you harder, determined to pull out at least three more orgasms out of you. “Thats right.. cum for me.. so good..” You were moaning mess as he kept pounding into you. “J-jun.. fuck! Too much.. k-keep.. going!” Junwon smirked as you babbled those words. “yeah? You like my cock buried inside your sweet little pussy don't you sweetheart? Gosh your pussy is sucking me in so good .. What did ya say earlier? You hated me? You wanted me dead?” He chuckled darkly. “Your cunt says otherwise.” A stupid smirk plastered on his face. You felt yourself getting closer to your high.

Junwon noticed how your head was thrown back, your eyes shut, and your breath was faltering. He knew you were close. He increased his speed. Sounds of wet skin slapped echoed through the walls. You gasped out loud when you felt yourself come undone. Squirting all over his abdomen. Junwon kept rutting into you as he helped you ride your orgasm. “Oh god…” he moaned as clear liquid kept gushing out of you. His thrusts got sloppier as he kept pounding into you. Your pussy was spasming around him, your arousal was still flowing out. 

“F-fuck!..” he let out a loud moan as his seeds filled you up. You were unconsciously clenching around him, milking him. His bit down his lips and his eyes were squeezed shut as he slowly pulled out of you, his cum leaking out of you. He sat back on the coffee table with heavy breaths as he stared at your splayed-out body, covered in sweat, bruises from his grasp, and his milky white cum dripping out of your abused hole with a smug smirk.

A/N: thank you for readingggg <3 yoongi fic might drop soon so 😋💅

[cirqosmos]

aaah yess thank you!!! can i request yandere andteam reacting to you trying to poison them? putting too much salt/pepper, sauce, etc! i don't know if you're ready to write yandere for andteam, tell me if that makes you uncomfortable.. i hope you're having a good day!!!

「 YANDERE! &TEAM REACTION TO YOU TRYING TO POISON THEM 」

WARNING yandere, poisoning, attempted murder, profanity.

AUTHOR'S NOTE yeepiee let the empire of &team fics rise upon the top of the pinnacle lmao. requests r always open for &TEAM (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ also this is my first time trying out a reaction lol, tbh I had fun and I hope this turn out well for you anon.

K

“Ha, darling.” Kei crouched before your helpless form on the ground, a pathetic scene after being yanked by him. “What’s this?” his hand clutches the bottle he caught you pouring it in minutes ago. Yet he didn’t say anything, he even waited for you to serve it before him—with that grin splattered on his face, you didn’t even have a tad bit of regret.

You just wanted to be free. Free, that’s all you've ever wanted.

However, he’s too cruel, too cruel. Just why won’t he die?

“Trying to murder me? How cute.”

Your dark orbs rattling in terror yet glaring up to him cause him to chuckle, yet even those oh so innocence on his plump lips ceases to exist, tugging your hand up making you stand up on your feet. “Tell me, who brainwashed you to do this? Would it make you happy if I’m dead in front of you, love?”

“Yes! I want you dead! You– you freaking m-monster,” stuttering as you saw his eyes darkened even more, yet you don’t care, proceeding with the words you’re going to say. “I’d be so happy to see you fucking lifeless, just so I can be free!”

A menacing silence of terror consumes the space you two were in.

“Well then, too bad.” He leans in forward, a few inches close to your face. “I’d be so happy to see you limping through the floor, just so you can no longer be free. I wouldn’t mind.”

FUMA

His face contorted into rage, ultimately pushing your feet backwards in attempts to avoid his hysterical form at the table, smashing the plates and utensils—it’s broken pieces scattered all on the red carpet. You were beyond terrified, Fuma has never acted like this. Even when he threw you in the basement for the first time, he was gentle and caring, even when you spat insults at him—he was patient.

This was the first time.

“I’ve done nothing but be kind to you,” Fuma snapped his rattling orbs, red veins popping around his neck, his once properly brushed hair now messy to no return. “Yet this is what you repay me?”

“Fuck, babe. How about we have dinner together then?”

“No- no!” you screamed at him as he got a spoonful of rice, approaching you.

“I thought you wanted me to die so bad? Then join me, we could feast as long as we want in hell, darling!”

YUMA

A hum so delighted as he placed the spoon on the tip of his tongue, but as desperate as you were to see him chew it and consume it. Long finger grabbed ahold of your jaw, and your orbs rattled in beyond horror as he pushed his lips against you, forcing your mouth to open and the beads of rice blended into your wet flesh.

You fell on your knees, splayed fingers clutching your mouth trying to get the poisonous dish off your esophagus.

A sheer giggle emits from the male standing beside you, hands grabbing a fistful of your hair—forcing your face to meet those psychotic gaze.

“I can see you want me to eat it, so I was thinking that it would be nice to share it with you too.”

NICHOLAS

“Pfft.” a menacing giggle emitted from the older boy, causing your arms to snap in fear after he dropped the rice-filled spoon onto the table. “Can’t you be any more dense?”

“See, guess I haven’t taught you enough under there? Tell me. I would be happier to spend more time with you.”

Glint of a blade flashed through your eyes causing you to squint almost immediately, horror splattered on your face as he twirls it around his fingers. Sadistic is what you call him, Nicholas lives on in your pain regardless of how much he says he cares for you. Grabbing the Polaroid camera, he did—as he approached you in a leisure manner.

You shook your head as you trembled before him, unable to utter anything to save your life.

A fit of laughter emits from Nicholas, as he crouched before you. "Babe, you're the reason why my head—" he tapped his fingers against his forehead, "Isn't functioning anymore. All it thinks about is you... crying actually."

"Now, say cheese."

EJ

He went hysterical of it, throwing you off the chair and yet immediately apologised like crazy. Constantly repeating how sorry he was for hurting you and stuff which immediately guilted you, like what the actual fuck?

“I get it that you want to kill me, but could you atleast give me the chance before you try to do so?” his teared up orbs held so much affection in it as he rubs your arm gently.

It threw you off, “I-i…”

“Next time, I’ll make sure to let you go. Just please, give me a chance. Give me time, if you still don’t like me then I'll let you go.”

You didn’t utter anything, only nodding over how desperate he was and how bliss replaced his contorted expressions in a swift speed as he pulled you in a tight embrace. Yet oblivious you were as the boy in your arms, smirking to himself. Sure, he was beyond pissed over your bold actions but how could he destroy his hard-earned innocent image? Yes he kidnapped you, restrained you against your wishes but it was because you were so oblivious.

His teary doe eyes fell on the floor, meticulously calculating the next step of his plan.

JO

“I could’ve saluted you if you tried harder, you know.”

“What?” you bit your lip against the peering of the male sitting on the couch, the bowl of soup left unattended on top of the table. His slouching back facing you, however his voice laced with something you couldn’t comprehend only fuels the shivering on your hands as you tried to stop it.

Jo stood up in silence, turning over his shoulder where a gentle smile remained on his lips—approaching you ever so slowly, holding the plate on his other hand. “Did you put something in here?”

“W-what do you mean?” you lowered your eyes, avoiding his dark orbs. “Why does it taste salty? If you want, I can—”

“Nothing, it’s just nice. But I think that maybe, we could let someone have this.” Jo’s lips pulled up menacingly. “Let them have the soup you made, that’s how kind I am, right?”

HARUA

Harua stayed silent as he chewed, ultimately spitting it off to your utter horror. You could only observe as his heavy dark gaze fixated on you as he wiped his stained lips off with the white cloth as gently as possible—as if his initial reactions weren’t scary enough.. Quiet he was, but the dread consuming you had your knees tremble as an unnerving giggle emits from him, hissing at last.

“I-I’m sorry-”

“I don’t need your sorry.” He spat out, eyes widening and eyebrows raising in mockery. “I’ve given you enough chances, I guess you are just an ungrateful brat.”

“Do you think I'm dumb enough not to see how fucking excited you were to see me eat it?” Harua lifted his finger up to his lower up, pouting like a child. "I got to admit, though. That look, absolutely looks wonderful.

"However, do you think you can hold that look as I break your arms apart? You wouldn't need it anymore anyways, right?"

TAKI

“Say,” Taki turns his attention to you, chewing supposedly a dish you've poisoned. "How about you beg before I count to three?"

That alone was enough for your chair to screech against the floor, falling on your knees. "I- I didn't mean to! I'm sorry!"

"Tsk, tsk. How foolish, are we, princess?" Your face received a harsh blow against the cold wooden floor, a stark contrast from his gentle voice. "I don't think begging is enough—"

Whimpering as you clutched your stinging cheeks from the impact.

Ogling his eyes out akin to a madness spiralling out from it, "You should at least show me how sorry you are by letting me carve my name on you, atleast?"

MAKI

“It tastes so good, I wonder what you put in it!” exclaimed Maki, a grin so wide and bright that it made your stomach churned. You felt sick around him, his puppy vibes.

"I- I just added some extra spices, you know..—" you waited in desperation for the poison to kick in, searching for the signs on his face.

Then came a giggle from the boy himself, "What are you so intently waiting for? If you're waiting for me to die then it's game over."

You found your tongue tied immediately when you caught on to what Maki uttered out loud. Yet despite that, that wide grin never ceases to exist.

"Cause love," that huge grin on his face only grew menacingly wider—yet those fluttering eyelashes lifted it's veil off the pitch black orbs peering into your soul. "It's on your food."

You hold your mouth as soon as he uttered those words, trying to vomit it all out. However the boy hummed in delight, placing his chin on his hands. "It's a joke, darling."

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summary : you and your boyfriend broke up on bad terms, however, you can't seem to get over him when it would be so easy to be under him instead

genre : angst, non-idol!k x afab!reader, 1st person pov (yeah idk why either) tws : angst, suggestive content, kissing, alcohol consumption, language, toxic!k, lovesick!reader, jealousy, verbal fight author notes : fuma’s innocent don’t do girl don’t do itttt word count : 2.2k

my phone pinged! and i debated ignoring it — for the nth time in the last hour. the music was blasting, the bass shaking the house in a dub-step rhythm. i took another swig from the metal can that had somehow made it into my hands as another text rang out and caught the attention of the girl attached to my arm. the smooth liquid was the best the bottom-shelf had to offer, and beggars can't be choosers when trying to get drunk fast.

her eyebrows knit, eyes locking on the piece of machinery closest to her sights, then raising to mine.

honestly, right now, i wanted to throw the overly-expensive communication piece at the wall and watch it shatter. i looked to her, the phone, and then the can, taking the rest of it back and crushing it like a frat-boy would.

she huffed out a laugh, "you didn't block him?" but, it wasn't so hard to believe and she knew it just as well as i did.

i still loved him, even after the couple of months we've been broken up; it's not because it was on good terms. actually, it was the complete opposite: we were shit to each other and it was best we went our separate ways. we should, in reality, hate each other. it would only be the natural thing for two people in our situation to do — however, i can't help fighting the urge to reply.

her disappointment was apparent, “y/n, are you kidding me. he’s not even here right now but you can’t stop thinking about him! pick any other guy, i beg.”

my senses were colliding like a car-wreck — leaving my better judgment in the leftover to never be found again. i could see the red and blue and hear the sirens howling out to the moon. still, even under my dying breath, his name would roll off it.

“i-i’m tryi —“

“don’t be ridiculous, i know you well.” she said, fishing the phone that wouldn’t stop buzzing out of my hand. she read out the top text, “y/n, come over. i need to apologize. I need y — he’s drunk. he only ever says shit like this when he’s drunk! you forget he was my friend before he ever dated you. and, god, do i regret introducing you to him.”

my heart sank, a nausea creeping up my throat. he was bleeding me dry, i knew it, but he could have it all; my skin, bones, blood and teeth.

“block his number before you do something we’ll both regret!” she handed it back, “you know i only want what’s best for you — you’re you for fuck sake! you could have anyone, and i mean anyone, yet the only person in your head only texts you at two fucking a.m. you deserve better than him, don’t kid yourself.”

tears pricked my eyes because i knew it was true, but the shooting pain only went away when his hands were on my skin. it was better to stay away, to not take the risk. he should’ve been — should be — the one to get away, and sometimes i also wished she’d never introduced me to the devil under a different name.

“okay,” i sniffled, her palm resting against my cheek comfortingly, “i’ll block him.”

“good.” she unlocked her arm from mine, pushing me forward, “now go find someone better! god knows the bar is low!”

i felt the brush of a body against mine as i found myself smack in the middle of the crowd. my head whipped to the sights of a boy, probably around the same age as me, half-lidded eyes and flushed features. he apologized but, honestly, it was my — her — fault, though he didn’t seem to register that it was anything but an accident, probably too drunk to.

it was an envious state, i thought.

i smiled lightly, her words echoing my mind, “its okay. i’m sorry. my name’s y/n.” his face was soft with godly-defined structure: sharp nose, eyes and plush lips that upturned with a smile resembling mine.

“fuma!” he said, trying to shout over the music. however, something about his tone told me he wasn’t loud, exactly the opposite in fact: gentle, and warm. something my boyfriend — ex — had lacked when we were still together once upon a time. “you’re very, uh, beautiful.”

i laughed at his awkwardness, though i had to read his lips to understand. “thank you,” i replied, pulling him down to my height to hear each other better. my lips brushed against the shell of his ear. “you’re very pretty too.”

he visibly shuddered as i pulled away, furthering my slight sense of pride, mostly because i never had an effect over the only person i wanted to.

he choked out, “d-do you want a drink?” and i nodded, grabbing at his empty hand. the friend i had come with gave me an approving smile and shrugged as if to say the cliché, 'he's cute and you only live once.' he froze, obviously a little shocked by our sudden intimacy, however he brushed it away and led us both to a quieter area; weaving through lip-locked and timely-jumping college students.

i found myself pushing up onto the counter top, watching as he grabbed two beers from an already opened case. they were warm, but again, beggars can’t be choosers when trying to get drunk. he cracked it open and handed it in my direction.

his eyes wouldn’t land on mine, but only stared at the lips that were taking the smooth liquid so easily, watching my throat bob with every gulp. he shifted, leaning against the painted-wood-plastic at my side.

after a moment of deafening silence he asked. “do you go to this school?”

“no.” i replied, letting the can rest against my crossed legs, “i’m here with a friend.”

“a boyfriend?”

the words stung, because no matter the truth, i still wanted to say yes. i still wanted to be able to call the person i loved so deeply my boyfriend — to have him pick me up from this stupid frat-party and not have anyone say anything about it. i still wanted him, and i knew exactly why, though i’d never admit it.

i bit my lip and fuma must’ve, even through his clouded state, read the room. “a sensitive subject, i’m sorry.”

“don’t be sorry, i, uh, don’t have a boyfriend.”

“anymore.” he corrected. maybe it was because he was drunk that his words, even slurred, were so truth-filled it stung. “but i can tell you still want him to be.”

“no,” you paused, both knowing it was a lie, “i want to forget about him. he’s not here.”

“he’s not?”

“i don’t give half-a-fuck where he is in actuality.” you swallowed a bit of your pride, as well as some beer, “if he wanted to, he would. right?”

“right.” he replied, taking another swig.

i looked at him, all of him in disbelief. he knew i was a liar, but at the end of the day he didn’t even know me the way my ex could claim. maybe, i thought, that it was the best possible situation for me to be in. actually, it was the best i could make of this fucked up reality.

my voice lowered ever-so-slightly, “do you want to?”

“be your boyfriend?”

“woah, slow down there cowboy. let’s not go that far right now — we both know i’m not over my ex.”

i couldn’t tell if his face flushed from embarrassment or just the copious amount of alcohol running through his blood. “then, do i want to what?” he breathily-laughed out.

“make me forget?”

my reply almost sounded desperate, and i wondered if that resulted in an inclination to say yes. i wondered if that’s why i was pressed against the countertop i once sat criss-crossed on, lips locked with a stranger.

i felt guilty — a little lost — the sense of feeling so good but so wrong leaking through the thought of him; the man whose hands desperately groped whatever he could find, pressing our bodies so close i was convinced we could merge into one.

a moment ago it was true i wanted him to make me forget about my ex, i wanted him just as bad as he did me. but right now, the flashes of someone else strobed behind my eyelids, projected so nicely that i even wanted to forgive him — for the nth time in the years we spent on and off. i wanted to feel the intimacy of love, even if it was fake, but i couldn't when the only person i felt stockholm syndrome for was across the city.

but, a bus ride at this hour would be easy. it would take barely half and hour before i was underneath the man i wanted so pathetically.

my body shivered, but it wasn’t from the way fuma gripped my skin so gently. i felt a coursing guilt rush over me like a bad high. in reality, i knew i shouldn’t have offered, especially when both him and i were under copious amounts of influence; him worse-off than me. i was taking advantage of a good situation, a seemingly good guy, just to get over a bad for 40 minutes.

maybe i was just crazy — not crazily in love — but just plain fucking crazy. crazy for a man who wasn't mine anymore. crazy because i knew i shouldn't want him. crazy because i knew i was just losing a part of me that should've been lost a long time ago. crazy at the thought of being crazy.

"y/n" god, now i could ever swear i was hearing voices — his voice. well, that was until a hand grabbed my bicep, pulling me away from the tall man. "y/n, what the fuck are you doing?"

i didn't even get a chance to swing around fully before i was being pulled from the kitchen and out of the house entirely. the air was frosty, but honestly i couldn't be bothered to even feel cold; too annoyed to think of anything but the man who was still latched to my arm. eventually, i got fed up, after feeling copious amounts of despair fill my chest, pulling my limb from him.

he turned around calmly, despite the red i could see seeping behind his pupils. he tried to grab my hand this time, but i back away before he had the chance.

"don't — don't touch me, k." i crossed my chilled arms over my chest, one foot back and prepared to step again, "what are you doing here?"

"you weren't answering."

i scoffed, "i never answer, k. that's nothing new."

he didn't hesitate, and it was a little shocking, "your location is still on."

"that doesn't give you th-the right to just show up out of the blue!"

and despite being mad at him, he looked so damn cute with a pout on his face. i could tell he was somewhat drunk, a pink tinting his features i used to adore oh-so-much.

"but, you weren't answe —"

you yelled, "why would i answer you, k!" i couldn't understand his infatuation with the fact that i didn't answer his late-night texts, but maybe he was just as lovesick as i felt. "wh-why would i do that after all this time?"

was he just as damaged as i was? did he really still front like he cared, and was i still falling for it over and over again? it's said that to forgive takes strength, but right now i think that holding back is taking more out of me. he had my heart in his hands still, and despite dropping it countless times, he always knew when and where to pick it back up.

i wasn't sure if i loved him, but i'm just as unsure about not being in love with him. he's driving me to brink of insanity. he's gotten everything out of me, and it's taking everything in me to not muster up more.

if i had known that love would've had such a high price tag, would i still have felt the same way towards him? maybe the good could out-weigh this bad, but i was never one to wishful think before meeting his stupid-pretty eyes. i was never one to feel so unsure before having his stupid-hot skin on mine. i was never one to wear my heart on sleeve before he oh-so-gently pulled it out of me.

and maybe he was unsure too. maybe he didn't know why i wouldn't — couldn't — answer his messages. maybe he was one to think so highly of himself that s breaking up was just a suggestion.

did i love him enough to give him a fourth, fifth and sixth chance? yes. i loved him enough to forgive and forget after every little mistake, and that's what's eating at my brain. the hardest thing I've ever had to do was walk away while still loving him. so, why doesn't it feel like it's for the better? why doesn't his memory fade like its supposed to.

"admit that you only came to see if i was with someone else." i sighed, tears blurring over his frame, "admit that it was because you were blinded by jealousy. admit that you still want me, that you can't get over us as easily as i thought. admit that you still lo —"

"i love you, y/n."

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[roseangelxfuma]

"y/n, don't make me throw the eevee plush too, please..." you were hiding behind anything you could after telling bf!fuma about how maybe, just maybe, one of your biggest fantasies was him pressing you against a wall to kiss you. since then, he's thrown everything off your shared bed besides the one thing you haven't hid behind -- the eevee plushie. you were a genius for that move, and it most definitely ended up with the eevee on the other side of the queen size bed instead of on the floor. "thank you for telling me, doll."

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𐙚 hugging you when in bed. I think he'd get really used to having your presence with him so when he gets in bed and tries to reach out for you on the other side of the bed to realize you're not there he just replaces your side of the bed with a pillow and sprays your perfume on it. (i got this idea from an enhypen writer but I forgot who they are if yk pls lmk<3)

𐙚 thinking of you when he sees something you like. for example, he's with the group buying groceries and he sees you favorite chocolate, "hm, I should get some for y/n" and then he buys the whole shelf.

𐙚 followed by the 2nd one, he'd buy you snacks/drinks everyday and give them to you before you go to school or work. he wakes up earlier than you so he would get you a little something and put a little sticky note on it giving you motivation for the day. "eat well! do your best today. don't over do it. - love, the best boyfriend ever, K <3" or "drink this, it'll give you energy and it's good, trust me!".

𐙚 hearing to breakup songs and thinking of your relationship. this sounds bad but trust me that's not what I mean by this!! I mean, he really see's his future with you, marriage, kids, grandkids and all that. so when he hears breakup songs he really can't imagine you or him doing that to each other. he thinks of how grateful he is that he's found someone that can give him as much love as he gives them.

𐙚 constantly checking his phone to see if you texted. he's really busy, so he doesn't usually see your messages as soon as you send them but once he's done practicing or filming he immediately checks his phone to see if you sent him anything.

𐙚 changing your ringtone. to differentiate you from other people texting. when he years a default ringtone, he doesn't usually check it until he's not busy but if he hears the fine tone he set yours to be he checks it as soon as he hears it.

𐙚 he likes to send you random things he think you might like. for example, during &auditions camping episode he saw a cat and automatically took his phone out and took a picture to send to you. "look, I found a cat!!"

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