#and I’m just constantly pissed about it

[cupidhoons]

REMINDER ✶ LEE HEESEUNG

( M.LIST ) ╱ f! reader 𓈒𓈒𓈒 slightly toxic & suggestive themes skinship kissing ─── wc 1k> : sum. breaking up with your ex & going to a party was one bad idea enough, but going back to him for what seemed like the millionth time after seeing him with a girl that wasn't you was a story on its own.

YOU AND LEE HEESEUNG WERE SO OVER. At least, that's what you thought. After breaking up with him for the ninth time this week and constantly having an on and off relationship with him for the past month—you believed that this was the last and official breakup. Not a chance were you going to settle for a man who didn't know exactly what he wanted, and nor was Lee Heeseung going to settle for someone who loved to toy with him. 

It was a push and pull relationship, to say the least. Though, most times it seemed like there was more of a pull than push. It felt as if every time you saw him—or even near him for fact—you got into a zone. But not this time. 

Or so, that's what you thought.

Maybe you were just greedy for his love, but seeing him enter the party with a girl that wasn't you two weeks after the breakup was driving you insane. You eyed them from across the room, burning holes into the back of Heeseung’s head.

The music thrummed in the air, drowning out the noise of conversation and laughter. Your fingers tightened around the cup in your hand, crinkling the plastic till it seemed unusable. Heeseung was laughing, his head thrown back slightly as he leaned in closer to her. 

You told yourself you didn't care. That you wouldn't let him get to you anymore. But the way his hand rested so comfortably on her back, guiding her through the crowded room and how his arm snaked around her waist pissed you off.

You observed them closely, your eyes never leaving their figure even as you ordered another shot. Your friends could tell that you were so out of it, and they know the exact reason why, but all you said to them was “Everything is fine.” 

Lie. Nothing was fine, and seeing Heeseung give her a kiss on her cheek was enough to send you spiraling. You had enough of his bullshit. 

Setting down your drink on the nearest table, you straighten your posture as you take out a mirror for touch-ups before walking over to them. Each step felt heavy with jealousy and frustration, masked with your self confidence. 

Heeseung’s laugh faltered when he noticed your walking figure. His smile stiffened, his hand immediately slipping away from the girl’s waist to rest at his side. You could only widen your smirk. 

“Hey, Hee,” you said, your voice honey-sweet, as you placed a hand on his chest, making him flinch. “Can I borrow you for a second?” 

It was as if you didn't even notice his date, until she cleared her throat, catching your attention. “Oh, I’m sorry! You don't mind if I steal him for a moment, do you? We just have some…things to talk about.” You smiled. 

His date took a glance at you, then at Heeseung, sensing the tension between you two. “Uh…I’ll just…grab a drink,” she mumbled, stepping away from the scene. 

Heeseung turned back to you, his jaw tightening. “What do you want?” he asked, his voice laced with frustration. 

You leaned in slightly, letting your hands trial lightly over the fabric of his shirt, resting just above his heart. The warmth of his skin seeps through the material as his breath hitches at the sudden contact. 

“Remind me why we’re taking a break,” you muttered, tilting your head as if you were clueless to why.

His brows furrowed as he tried pulling away, but your hand stayed firmly on his chest, following the movement like a magnet. “We talked about this,” he said, his voice firmer than before, though the way his gaze flickered to your lips gave everything you needed to know. “You said it was better for the both of us.” 

“And you agreed,” you countered smoothly, your tone low and intimate as you closed the gap again. “But does it really feel better, Heeseung? Because it doesn't for me.” 

His eyes searched yours, conflicted. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing, and you knew you had him exactly where you wanted. Your thumb traced a small, absentminded circle against his chest, and you could feel his heart racing beneath your touch. 

“We’re not good for each other.” he said, though it sounded like he was trying to convince himself rather than you.

“Maybe,” you admitted, your lips curving into a sly smile as you trailed up to his jaw. “But that's never stopped us before, has it?” 

Heeseung exhaled shakily, his hands twitching at his sides as if debating if he should pull away from you or pull you closer. His gaze flickered down to your lips for what felt like the tenth time, then back up to meet your eyes. 

“Come on, Hee.” you whispered, almost like a plea as you leaned in your head closer to his. “Show me why I can’t seem to let go of you.” 

That was it. His hands finally moved—not to push you away, but to grip your waist, pulling you against him. His lips crashed onto yours, the kiss desperate, almost punishing. It was messy and filled with all the unresolved emotions neither of you had dared to admit aloud.

Nothing else existed as his lips were on yours. Not the party, not the girl he’d been with earlier, not even the reasons you’d broken up. Just the two of you, tangled up in each other once again.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath warm against your skin. “This is a mistake,” he murmured, though his hands on your waist told a different story.

“Then let’s make it together,” you whispered, pulling him back in before he could change his mind.

[xmads-omensx]

PART 2 COMING SOON

Word Count: 1,602

Pairing: Noah Sebastian X Reader

Content Warnings: enemies to lovers, fake dating, swearing, Noah being an asshole, men being assholes

Tags: @shayeanna-ashlie @alwaysfightforwhoyouare @supersquirrel1996 @dontwantthemoney @tosoundlessdarkistare @collisionofyourkissmakesitsohard @klutzy-kay24 @heyyoplayer @lacy1986 @collidewiththesav @kenjipepsi1 @follow-me-down-to-wonderland @chey-h @thisbicc @fadingangelwisp @heyyoplayer

Noah and I hated eachother.

From the moment we met we were at eachother’s throats. We argued constantly, irritated eachother purposefully, made crude jokes about eachother behind the other’s back. It was largely childish behaviour but god did we piss eachother off.

Unfortunately for the both of us, we lived together.

Sure, Jesse and Jolly lived there too,  but it just wasn’t enough to keep away from eachother.

His favourite pastime was to barge into my room and ask if I had any spare toothpaste when I had a guy over, and he had caught me in a few… compromising positions.

My favourite pastime was to bang on his bedroom door when he had a girl over and ask where he wanted me to put his clean underwear, or ask if he had remembered his doctor’s appointment for that ‘weird rash’ he had been complaining about.

He hated me, and I hated him. That’s how we liked it.

Until it all went to shit. Because of Noah… obviously.

After a long day at the studio, the guys had decided that going to a local bar was a well-deserved reward for working so hard.

It was relatively busy in the bar.

A bachelorette party took up the majority of the space. Their laughter loud and cheerful as it bounced off of the walls. Four men sat at the relatively small bar and the booths were almost all taken or were waiting to be cleaned.

We weren’t fussy and took a seat at a booth not too far from the bachelorette party at one of the clean booths. It was a tight squeeze so Folio pulled up a spare chair to sit at the end.

Unfortunately for me, Noah was shoved right up next to me. His strong, tattooed bicep was pushed right up against my own, much smaller one.

I could feel his sneer burning into the side of my head as he crossed his arms, making my space even smaller than it already was. I knew that going to the bathroom or the bar would be a struggle for the rest of the night.

“I’m going to go order, y’all want your usuals?” Matt asked, standing up from where he was sat at the end of the booth.

A chorus of “yep” and “yeah” sounded before Matt turned and headed back to the bar.

Nick followed after Matt, as did Bryan, leaving a slightly looking scared Folio with myself and Noah who were being cautiously watched by the tall Swede.

“What.” Noah said, looking at Jolly expectantly.

“Nothing, just supervising.” He replied with a shrug.

“We don’t need supervising.” Noah snapped.

“Yes you do.” Jolly said with a laugh.

Noah rolled his eyes but didn’t say anything.

I stood up, heading to the bathroom before the guys came back, only to be greeted with a scowl from the tattooed man sat beside me.

“What.” He snapped.

“Can I get past please?” I asked.

“Why?” He snarled.

“Noah just let her past dude, you don’t need to be an ass about it. We’re here to have fun.” Jolly sighed, clearly tired of our bullshit.

After what felt like a never-ending stare down between Noah and Jolly, the tall mad swung his long limbs to the side to allow be past him.

The bathroom was peaceful. Quiet. Calm.

Probably since Noah wasn’t there to piss me off.

He was being extra pretentious tonight, even wearing his grillz out to the bar. He looked like an idiot. Hot, but an idiot.

The transition from the quiet bathroom to the loud bar was jarring as I made my way back towards the booth, Folio having waved at me as I exited, signalling that Matt had gotten me my drink.

Suddenly, a hand gripped my arm, pulling me in towards the bar slightly.

“Hey.” A deep, attractive voice growled.

“Hi?” I replied, confused and startled.

“Are you here alone?” He asked. Red flag number one.

“No, I’m with my friends.” I replied, trying to avoid where this conversation would inevitably end up going.

“How about you hang out with me, I’ll buy you a drink.” Red flag number two.

“No thanks, I’m good, my friends are waiting for me.” I replied as kindly as I possibly could.

“Just one drink.” He insisted, pulling me closer to him. Red flag number three.

“She said no, dipshit.” A voice snarled from behind me. Noah

What the fuck was he doing jumping to my defence like that?

“Who might you be?” The man asked, puffing his chest out as if to appear more intimidating.

“I’m her boyfriend.” Noah laughed.

MY WHAT.

I had to steel myself in order to not whip my head around to rip his off of his neck.

The man didn’t reply, but instead nodded and mumbled some sort of apology that I couldn’t quite make out.

Noah simply placed his hands on my shoulders and guided me back to the booth. Unfortunately for me, he didn’t let me sit down, and instead slid into the booth first before pulling me onto his lap.

“Go along with it, princess, he can’t know that we hate eachother.” He said with a smile before kissing my forehead.

I nodded, understanding that we needed to fake it for a little while.

As the night wore on, I began to be more comfortable sitting on Noah’s lap. His chest vibrated behind me as he talked to the others and laughed at what they were saying. His warmth seeped into me and I felt myself leaning back into his touch involuntarily. Almost like it was second nature to me.

His arms circled around my waist and pulled me in closer to his warm torso. His hold on me was secure, warm, safe and I never wanted to leave it.

My hatred toward him and by red hot desire to tear him limb from limb began to dissipate as the night wore on. It felt natural. Like we were made for eachother.

I couldn’t tell if Noah felt the same way about the situation, but based on the fact that I could feel his head move to glance over at the bar, I was fairly certain that he was waiting for the man to leave so that he could get me off of his lap.

The thought hurt me. I wasn’t sure why though. After all, we hated eachother, or at least we were supposed to.

Our hatred for eachother didn’t seem to have any origin. When we first met at a mutual friend’s house party, we got along perfectly fine, but after that we have been at each other’s throats.

Noah just randomly started being a total bitch with no explanation. To his credit, I hadn’t behaved any better than he did.

“What’s this about then?” Jolly finally asked, gesturing at my seat on Noah’s lap.

“Some dude at the bar was being as ass so Noah is pretending to be my boyfriend until he leaves.” I explained, sipping on my coke.

“Yep. As soon as he leaves I will be free from this hell.” He sneered, with a fake smile plastered across his face.

My heart winced at his words. I couldn’t explain it.

Jolly sent me a subtle unapologetic look before jumping back into conversation with the others.

Until Nick spoke up.

“Isn’t that guy at the bar our new merch dude?” Nick asked, gesturing at the bar.

You have got to be fucking kidding me.

“Oh yeah. Steven hired him as an extra set of hands, you know how it can get.” Matt explained.

“Fuck.” “Fuck.” Noah and I whispered in unison.

Folio, being the lovable idiot that he is, waved the man over to join us at the booth. Noah and I tried to protest, saying that we didn’t want to intrude on his night, but Folio insisted. Before we knew it, the man that Noah and I were so desperate to be rid of, became a part of our lives for the next few months.

The rest of the night at the bar was spent getting to know the man, who’s name was Alex, as he introduced himself to the rest of us.

Noah pulled my body closer to his own, pressing gentle kisses on my cheek, shoulder and neck whenever he felt that Alex was looking in our direction, desperate to sell the lie that we had started.

“So how long have you two been together?” He asked us.

Noah and I hesitate, briefly looking at eachother before Noah answered.

“About two years, right babe?” He pinched my side gently, urging me to go along with whatever he said.

“Yeah, two amazing years.” I added with a smile.

The rest of the guys had split reactions of confused expressions, or pained attempts to hold back laughter at the thought of Noah and I dating.

Admittedly, the situation was rather hilarious.

The rest of the night continued with pained smiles and forced laughter as Noah and I played into the role of the happy couple.

Alex seemed to have bought it, so we didn’t think too much of it.

Unfortunately for us, we had to commit to our stupid and idiotic lie for even longer. Tour was fast approaching and being around Alex was going to be challenging.

Luckily, we weren’t going to be around him much, so we still had plenty of time to return to hating eachother.

Despite this, I still couldn’t shake that feeling I had at the bar.

Being in Noah’s arms like that felt right.

It felt good.

It felt like home.

[hikarinonodera]

Lance and Keith are dating or married.

They get into an argument which ends in Keith saying something really hurtful and Lance giving Keith the silent treatment. Keith lets it go on for a while as he thinks Lance isn’t capable of keeping his mouth shut for too long. Keith even jokes about Lances silent treatment with his mom who just laughs. But it’s been a week and Keith is getting desperate to hear his lovers voice. He’s apologized more than once. Hundreds of times now at this point but Lance isn’t letting up. The look in Lance’s eyes, that Keith didn’t notice until now, he looks so sad and disappointed. Keith must’ve really hurt Lance.

What’s Keith gonna do to get Lance to talk to him again. What can he do to make it up to him. He keeps thinking back on the agreement. Thinking he shouldn’t have said this or that and jeez that was harsh and man I wouldn’t want anyone to say that to me so why would I said that to him.

Keith can’t stop thinking. Nothing but blue on his mind constantly. He’s distracted constantly with the blade, during chores, training exercising.

Hunk can’t help him this time cause Lance won’t even talk to HIM about it and Lance tells Hunk everything. Shiro gave some advice but it was useless. Pidge doesn’t care and Coran and Allura are busy.

Ultimately Keith comes up with a plan A. He doesn’t leave Lance’s side no matter where he goes at first but that just pissed Lance off.

So he goes with plan B. He traps Lance is a corner. Keith being the only thing blocking Lance from freedom. It wasn’t easy, as much as Lance plays dumb, he’s actually very intelligent. But, eventually Keith got him.

“Lance talk to me.”

…

“Lance talk to me baby.”

…

Lance just kept looking off to the side. Away from Keith.

Keith sighed and lifted Lance’s chin to face him.

“Blue. Talk to me.”

Lance looks as if he’s about to cry. Those pretty blue eyes swimming sadly like an beautiful blue ocean of diamond fish.

“I’m so sorry 연인. What I said was wrong and hurtful. I didn’t mean any of it. I promised you I’d never hurt you but I did and there’s no changing it. Unless I find a way to go back in time and slap myself but-“

“If you didn’t mean it, you wouldn’t have said it. That’s how you see me. That’s how you think of me. Why are you even here if you think so little of me. If you hate me so much why do you- I- I don’t understand. Is this relationship a joke to you? Did someone dare you to date(marry?) me? Is this a bet? I don’t understand.”

Keith stayed silent, as much as he wanted to interrupt and hush those negative thoughts, it seemed as though Lance had been holding it in for too long and Keith wanted to hear all of it. One so he could make sure Lance got it all out and two as a punishment for hurting Lance.

“Do you like seeing me suffer? I was thinking so hard, I thought maybe we shouldn’t be together. Maybe I’m just not good enough. But I love you so much. I can’t imagine being without you. Being alone again.”

After that Lance just slid down the wall and sat at Keith feet, openly sobbing. Keith standing frozen still in front of Lance.

‘Do you like seeing me suffer?’ That hurt Keith to his soul. But, what hurt worse was hearing that Lance was thinking they should separate. Over Keith’s dead body.

Keith sat in front of Lance after processing everything. He tried to hold Lance but Lance pulled away.

“My love for you isn’t a joke, a bet nor a punishment. I hate seeing you like this. I hate not hearing you talk. I hate not hearing you sing, whistle, I hate not hearing your footsteps around the house. I hate when I’m away from you. I hate seeing you suffer. Lastly, I hate being the cause of your suffering.”

Lance’s eyes softened but his tears didn’t stop.

Keith took Lance’s hands in his. Lance let him.

“Lance you’re my everything. You’re the reason I wanna come home every day and the reason I don’t want to leave. You’re the reason I wake up early when I’m not working and go to bed late. I’m not the best with words and I need to work on my temper but that’s not an excuse to say what I said to you, and I know no matter how many times I apologize it’ll never fix it. But, I’ll apologize till I’m in my grave and beyond. Because you’re worth it. You’re worth my time and my patience. It’s me that not good enough for you. But, I’m not willing to let you go. I am willing to do better. I will do better. You don’t deserve to be talked to like that and I’ll make sure I don’t do it again.”

They’re making eye contact now. Lance’s tears have slowed and Keith pulls him onto his lap.

“Will you give me another try?”

“I just wanted you to relax but you were so focused on getting something done and month ahead of time. Why were you so angry.”

“I don’t know. I’m sorry baby.”

“Was there something on your mind?”

“I guess I just wanted to stay ahead of things. A little too far ahead now that I think of it. The migraine I had wasn’t helping my short fuse either.”

Lance hummed.

“Do you forgive me?”

The pause was killing Keith. But, he felt he deserved it. He made his baby cry.

After a short pause that felt like a million years Lance looked back up and nodded slowly.

Keith leaned in for a kiss but Lance puts a delicate hand between their lips. Keith kisses it anyway which earned him a small smile that was gone just as quick as it was there.

“Promise me you’ll never say stuff like that again. You know I’m insecure about stuff like that.”

“I know. I’m so sorry. I promise”

Lance moves his hand away and leaned in, but not all the way. Keith had to work for it.

Keith smirked a bit and connected their lips.

.

.

.

Possible makeup sex with Lance getting fucked in the corner he’s trapped in, EXTENSIVE aftercare and sleepy cuddles.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

[grayintogreen]

I didn’t obsessively devour new words and read above my grade in my youth to be told I shouldn’t use uncommon or “fancy” words in my writing. Use context clues or google it.

[cath-lic]

when are we gonna break it to american conservatives that we already HAVE schools that teach the bible and they are called private christian schools. oh right i forgot they don’t actually care about that and are trying to enforce a state religion

[narratorstrash]

Hot take; you can tell EXACTLY the kind of person someone is just by asking them to describe 2012 Mikey & Raph’s dynamic (bonus points if you can figure out if they’re either an only child or the youngest sibling)

[mars-ipan]

experiencing any level of joint pain for longer than a day or two has only reinforced my belief that ppl with chronic pain are actually the strongest motherfuckers on the goddamn planet

[jusst-you-race]

peace and love on planet earth but also Oscar you’re in the dog box

[tboo-uc-on-toast]

”you don’t look sick?”

ya well I feel it smartass

[haxxy]

Fun killer alert, I know, but I think casino apps should be illegal.

[platypusisnotonfire]

I’m annoyed by irrational numbers

I know they’re real numbers

They exist

But they are infinite? But not. They are decidedly NOT infinity. But they are….infinitely repeating

It’s like infinity into atoms compared to infinity into the universe but like

They’re also REAL FREAKING NUMBERS that can define finite objects (circles for instance)

I’m not happy about them

[makkie-is-screaming]

My dad keeps talking about weight loss and dieting 🫠

[ranger-kellyn]

really and truly nothing kills my art drive more than having to be in the office 🙃

[rigginsstreet]

My mother acts like it’s crazy that me and my brother aren’t friends like there’s a 7 year age difference we have literally zero things in common the only thing tying us together is blood relationship but I’m a horrible person for like not wanting to be up his ass. Sorry but family relation has never equated to a bond to me and maybe that’s a mental thing we need to get checked out but like I’m perfectly fine living my life this way. He’s my brother. It don’t need to go any deeper than that

[procyonis]

Going to be bold and say this.

With the way some of you folks treat people with less palatable disabilities, I really fucking hope none of you ever develop a permanent gastrointestinal disorder.

[heroictoonz]

Some of you people are so fucking annoying when you post all the fuckin time about stuff you hate and talking trash about the people who enjoy that stuff like real human people you have never even met please for your own health and my sanity why don’t you start posting about things you love and enjoy? make some meaningful bonds with people who also love and enjoy those things? get some fucking whimsy in your life and for the love of fuck stop posting hate in the tags spread peace and love you absolute cowards