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keerysfreckles · 9 months ago

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omg i just rewatched mamma mia. what about luke as sam and the reader (child of apollo) as donna. like luke doesn’t turn to kronos but him and the reader break up so she disappears off the face of the earth (aka she runs off to greece). thalia’s tree somehow gets poisoned and the oracle sends luke, percy, and annabeth to go look for the camp’s former best healer. they reach a remote greek island and find the reader there, working as the local nurse/healer (and if you want, they also find out she has a little baby girl, sophia aka sophie 🤭 lmao luke and reader as teen parents). so much angst lol

the name of the game — luke castellan

pairing: luke castellan x apollo fem!reader

warnings: use of y/n and she/her pronouns, HEAVILY based on mamma mia (my fav movie ever), angst angst angst!!!!!!

a/n: i literally watched mamma mia here we go again today i love both movies with all my heart ALSO THE PJO SZN FINALE???????? HELLO?????????????

masterlist !

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y/n l/n didn't plan on leaving camp half-blood.

she didn't plan on leaving her siblings and close friends, and her boyfriend. well, now ex boyfriend.

that was too complicated for her to even understand. one moment luke wanted everything to do with her. he wanted to be around her 24/7, and show how much he appreciated her. but recently he got distant, and wouldn't explain why.

y/n hated confrontation, so she decided to just ditch camp all together after the couple officially split less than 24 hours ago. she doubted anyone would go looking for her.

oh how wrong she was.

annabeth chase and percy jackson were on a hunt for luke castellan.

they were given direct orders from chiron to find the child of hermes. neither of them dared to question the centaur, making them search for luke as quick as they could.

annabeth's shoudlers dropped in relief once they came across luke. he was practicing his sword work against a dummy made out of hay and old fabric.

"do you have any idea why chiron would send us looking for you?" annabeth was straight to the point. percy was standing beside her, just as determined to get answers.

luke shrugs, "is there another new camper?"

percy shakes his head, "he seemed pretty urgent about it. you might want to follow us back to the big house."

the trio walked in silence back through the woods and through the cabins until they got to the big house. chiron was waiting for them anxiously at the end of the steps.

"thank you percy, annabeth," chiron thanks them for finding luke. "i'm not sure if you three are aware, the camp may be in danger. thalia's tree has been poisened. we aren't sure how or why, but all we need is the solution. a healer."

chiron looked towards luke when he finished his statement.

"again, i'm not sure if you're aware that y/n of apollo cabin has been missing since late last night."

all three have different expressions of shock on their face. luke however is mostly hurt. he couldn't believe y/n would just run off like that. he wondered if it was from the argument they had.

"i'm sending you three to go find her, and bring her back safely in order for her to save the tree and the camp," chiron instructs.

"we don't even know where she went," luke points out.

"yeah, she could be anywhere in the world," percy adds.

annabeth looks between the two boys, "wasn't she saying how if she could get away for the weekend she'd go to greece?" she ends her observation while looking at luke.

the boy quickly nods, "yes. she always loved the idea of," he pauses and his voice gets quieter, "running away to greece together."

after a moment, chiron speaks again. "so it's settled. you three will go search for y/n, daughter of apollo, and bring her back to camp to heal thalia's tree and save the camp. good luck to you all."

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"we've been in this boat for hours," percy groans.

annabeth stops steering the large boat as luke stops tying a rope. they both turn to him.

"we've been on the water for maybe twenty minutes seaweed brain," annabeth teases.

"wait," luke walks closer to the younger campers, "if your dad's poseidon, why can't you just push us all under water through like an air bubble?"

"it would look a little suspicious if three teenagers showed up to an island with no boat and dry clothes," annabeth mentions, making luke's idea sink to the bottom of the ocean.

luke speaks up again, "what if y/n doesn't come back to camp with us?"

annabeth and percy don't have an exact answer for luke. that only makes him worried this quest won't work out in their favor.

"we'll cross that bridge when we get there," annabeth responds. "right now we just have to get to greece."

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after docking their own boat at the port of athens, the trio was quick to buy three tickets for the local ferry. annabeth grabbed a map as luke and percy were trying to figure out the best method for finding y/n.

they agreed to search all the islands as quick as humanly possible. they'd ask locals if they knew of a strong healer, and if any of them were given an answer that resembled the idea of y/n living there, they'd know to check that island.

after searching through three and a half different islands, getting on and off multiple ferries, and still with no luck of finding the apollo girl, the trio was debating on giving up. until annabeth looked at the map again. she mentioned to luke and percy about one more island where y/n might be. it was much smaller so they could search more thoroughly.

it was almost sunset once they reach the island, meaning they had maybe an hour or two to find y/n in the daylight.

the trio split up as soon as they stepped foot onto the dock. percy searched the perimeter near the edges of the water. annabeth searched through the bundles of shops and hotels. while luke searched through abandoned looking buildings.

as all hope was feeling lost, luke noticed a building of to the side of the commotion. there was a dirt path leading up to it, with no shops or houses surrounding it.

he could only hope and pray that y/n would be inside.

the inside of the building did not match its exterior. the outside looked as if it was going to fall apart at any gust of wind. however the inside was much more lively than luke expected it to be. there were people inside rushing to get past one another. it seemed as if they were all rushing to get to the same person.

luke pushed through the small crowd, and all the air left his lungs when he saw y/n. she was helping someone from the island, who seemed to have a deep cut on his leg. luke could finally guess this was the hospital on the island.

"y/n," luke spoke up, making the commotion in the room subside.

y/n and luke's eyes locked. neither of them were sure what to do.

y/n excuses herself and drags luke outside by his wrist.

"what on earth do you think you're doing here?"

"i had to come and find you," luke tried to explain but y/n only cut him off.

"so you just followed me? i seriously don't want to be around you luke. i thought running away from you and camp would've gotten that through your head."

"y/n i didn't chase after you to try and fix this," he gestures between the two of them, "there's a serious problem at camp."

y/n chuckles, "what? did peter fall off the climbing wall and scrape his elbow again? or did sophie run into a tree for the fifth time this week?"

"y/n this is serious," luke tries to tell her.

"you can't be serious. you dragged annabeth and percy with you?" y/n gestures to the pair walking towards them with urge in their steps.

"i didn't drag them here, please you have to come back to camp," luke tries again.

"is he telling the truth?" she asks percy.

he nods, "thalia's tree is in danger, and so is the camp."

"why didn't you start with that idiot," y/n hits luke's arm before running back inside. she was quick to grab her things. she kind of threw everything into one bag that she might need at camp. most of her healing equipment and a change of clothes.

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the boat ride back to long island was awkward, to say the least. percy and annabeth were both asleep in the downstairs area of the boat, while luke and y/n were dealing with directing the boat back to camp.

luke was steering, while y/n was sitting beside him. an awkward silence filled the air.

"what made you go to greece?" luke asks, not expecting the girl to answer.

"i just needed to get away," she busies herself with her rings on her fingers.

"from me?"

"from all of it. i just needed a break."

silence falls upon the two again. y/n only moves over to lean her head against luke's shoulder, instantly catching him off gaurd.

"i'm sorry i left," y/n admits, her voice as quiet as a mouse.

"you had your reasons. it just caught us off gaurd, that's all."

another beat of silence passes.

"that night, of our argument, i found something out. about us," y/n turns to face luke. he does the same to her, not caring about steering the boat at this very moment.

"i don't even know how to tell you," y/n rubs her hands over her face. luke simply takes her shaking hands into his, and runs his thumbs over her knuckles.

"i'm pregnant."

luke's world stopped. maybe he thought he was just hearing things. the waves probably distorted y/n's words.

after luke still didn't respond, y/n started explaining herself.

"i was worried you wouldn't react too well to it. so i figured not telling you would be the easiest thing to do. and coming here, to greece, was the best bet."

y/n's heart broke as she watched luke stand. he silently put the steering wheel in it's locked position, before going down the stairs where the four twin beds were.

y/n knew she fucked up. she didn't know how to fix it. or if it could even be fixed.

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hazelsmirrorball · 10 months ago

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Roses | Oscar Piastri

SUMMARY: After Rumors go around that Oscar was a ghost boyfriend he decides to show up for his ex girlfriend most important night FACE CLAIM: Lola Tung pairings: Actress! Reader x Oscar Piastri

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user101 the shade? mother leaves for six months and comes back in her reputation era. Love that for her.

user10 I feel that lando liking this post means so much more than just a like

user151 Y/n doesn't follow Oscar anymore. Help.

davidiancono TEAM CAM CAMERON

ybffs_instagram girl finally ur back

olivia.rodrigo I missed you so so much.

user590 I'm sorry but this being post not even after an hour of Oscar deleted story makes me go insane.

user191 they are not broken up! Talk to the hand

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y/nandoscarupdates a close source to the couple informed us that Oscar Piastri and Y/n L/n have called it quits. They've been broken up for around two months now. Sources say that Oscar and Y/n couldn't make time to see each other due to their busy schedules.

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user10 is the close source y/bff/n? because I think she just e3xposed herself by liking this post

user15 im sorry but didn't y-n go to every single race Oscar had last season? I never once saw Oscar showing up to her things.

user192 I think you guys are siding with Oscar because my girl was always alone in premiers while Oscar always had her by his side.

y/nupdates just posted

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y/nupdates what we are not going to do is hate on this poor girl. I'm sorry but I don't think that updates account is correct. Y/n was noting but supportive in the relationship, I truly believe she went to everything she could. Oscar on the other hand....when did we see him in one of her events? Im sorry but the support wasn't mutual.

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user13 touch some grass. you are acting as if you were also in the relationship.

user16 Oscar liked? what does this even mean?

user98 what does this add to their lore

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user134 Oscar liking this? guys I need peace

user126 omg! im so so proud of you

user928 our girl is taking broadway by storm

oscarpiastri as they say in theater break a leg

landonorris what is Oscar doing here?

user119 lando wants to start drama

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Y/n paced back and forth in her dressing room, her nerves taking up her complete body. It was her first show in broadway. She knew they were going to be critics watching her every move. It was different from anything she had ever done before. Yes, she had acted and she did musical theater when she was in highschool but this was something completely different. This wasn’t a school production, this was an actual professional thing that could affect her career. She stopped in front of her dressing room mirror forcing a smile. It was her opening night and sadly none of her close friends were able to show up, different countries or schedules made it hard for them to show up, which she completely understood. But maybe a familiar face in the crowd could ease her nerves. A soft knock on the door stopped her train of thought. She quickly turned her head toward the door watching the assistant manager peak her head through.

“Hi Y/n! Sorry for interrupting, You have a visitor that wanted to see you before the show started. Since you didn’t specifically put anyone in your visitor list, I wanted to see if it was okay.” She said quickly, knowing her duties she had a lot of things on her plate and the thing she least needed to worry about was about her visitors. Y/n quickly shook her head, not even asking who the ��surprise visitor" was to cut their conversation short. She quickly left and a few seconds later a familiar face smiled shyly your way. Your eyes wandered over his body failing on the red flowers he was gripping tightly.

“Oscar, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be in Australia?” She asked furrowing her eyebrows confused as she didn’t want to get closer to him afraid that he was an act of her imagination.

“I couldn’t miss your special day, Y/n. I know we aren’t together anymore but you were always by my side in my important days. Even my less important ones. I wanted to support you, I know how important this is for you. So I wanted to see you on your first ever broadway show but if you want, I can leave.” Oscar replied while extending the flowers as you pulled him closely into a bone crushing hug.

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kairiscorner · 1 year ago

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PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEEEE IM BEGGING 29 FROM THE DIALOGUE PROMPT WITH EX-HUSBAND CO PARENT MIGUEL WHO WE’RE STILL IN LOVE WITH BUT HE ACCIDENTALLY TAUGHT GABRIELLA TO CUSS IN SPANISH WHILE SHE WAS WITH HIM FOR THE WEEKEND OR SOMETHING😭💕 I LITERALLY LOVE ALL YOUR WORK SMM TAKE YOUR TIME🥹🩷��

HIIII omg THANK YOUUU and i love that idea wHAT i hope you like this !!

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

i didn't teach her that. – divorced!co-parent!miguel o'hara x divorced!co-parent!reader

miguel's car was parked in the driveway, with miguel himself helping gabriella out of the car and walking her up to you. she greeted you with a big hug as she came inside to change her clothes and taking off her shoes, leaving you and miguel out here by the patio. it was just two adults, two adults who used to be married to each other... but now just two adults who are forced to see each other for the sake of their daughter. "how was she?" you asked him promptly as you leaned against the doorway of your house. "oh, as bright and darling as usual. my mom came over, and so did gabri--they took care of her more than i would've liked to myself." he said as he looked away from you, feeling the heavy tension between you two still, even though your divorce had happened years ago.

you couldn't shake off the awkwardness between you two, you were both stuck in a weird limbo, you both were in a checkmate with each other. and no matter how much it hurt for you to think you used to be married, you used to be in love with this man... you couldn't hate him. in fact, you loved him dearly still. being divorced to him didn't change the fact you loved him, that you still love him; it also didn't change the fact you had to see him more than you thought would be good for either of you due to gabriella, it didn't change the fact he was the father of your child and had every right to see her.

you nodded as you opened the door a little wider, with a small voice in your head asking you what the hell you were doing. "wanna, y'know... come in?" you asked him in an awkward voice as he looked at you in slight surprise. "ah, sure, sure. thank you." he said as he stepped in as you opened the door wider for him. you hated how kind he sounded right then and there, how soft he became. 'this isn't the guy i divorced, that guy was a piece of shit. who's this guy really? he can't be miguel, no way...' you thought to yourself as you shut the door, hearing gabriella and miguel's faint conversation from far away in the kitchen.

the father and daughter were laughing together as miguel picked her up and spun her around. you remember when he used to do that when gabriella was a toddler, when neither of you had any problems towards each other, when all was blissful and sweet... when life was good. you abruptly stopped reminiscing the beautiful moments you all shared as a family when gabriella called you back to reality, asking you if you wanted to play some soccer outside with her as her goalie, with miguel being dragged by her outside. you chuckled and agreed, following her and miguel outside.

you two played a few good rounds, with miguel being the referee and keeping track of every time gabriella scored a goal. though when gabriella kicked the ball too hard and the ball was thrown into the top of a tree in your yard, she muttered something you could not believe would come out of her mouth. "mierda, puta madre!" your daughter exclaimed in frustration as you turned your head to her, asking yourself if you heard her right. "what did you say, young lady? do you even know what those words mean, dear?" you asked her in a stern tone as she froze up and turned to look at you.

"um... papa says those words all the time when... when he gets angry over the phone..." she muttered in a semi-frightened way, as if she didn't realize what she did wrong when you looked at her angrily and furrowed your eyebrows at her. your expression softened as you realized she didn't mean to cuss, it was her father's influence.

you breathed in deeply and exhaled, smiling at her, you knelt down to her level and pat her head as you called miguel over. "gabi, baby, please go to your room. your papa and i have a lot to talk about." you said as you glared at miguel when you turned your head to face him, with miguel gulping and going over behind gabi, holding her by her shoulders as if she could protect him from your rage. "gabi, as your papa, i say protect me from the dragon that is about to breathe fire on me." he murmured as you gently pulled gabi to you and led her into the house as you shut the sliding door and smiled at miguel a little too sweetly.

miguel backed away slowly as you took one of your slippers on the steps into the house and, while smiling all the while, approached him and raised your hand to smack him with your slipper repeatedly, scolding him for teaching your daughter to have a foul mouth and for not even being responsible enough for teaching her not to repeat what he says. "but muñeca, please! i'm sorry, i'm really sorry! i didn't think she'd repeat what i say, believe me!" he tried pleading with you as you kept swatting at him with your slipper. "like hell i can believe you of all people on anything you say anymore!" "even... even if i told you that i still loved you, you really wouldn't believe me? because, i... look, i still love you, querida, okay?! at least... at least believe me there, because nothing else could be truer!" he blurted out in a genuine, sad tone as you kept hitting him, but soon stopped as his words sunk in.

he loved you.

he loves you.

he still loves you.

but like hell you could believe him anymore.

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @fiannee @arachnoia @melovetitties @meeom @fictarian @yuridopted0 @hisachuu @wreakingmarveloushavok

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel o'hara fanfiction #spiderman 2099 #atsv #atsv imagines #atsv fluff #atsv miguel #atsv x reader #atsv x you #atsv x y/n #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader #spiderman across the spiderverse fluff

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kiibichio · 9 months ago

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PLAY DATE ✩ M. STURNIOLO

OVERVIEW ;; you and matt are friends w/ benefits, so he hits you up .. you walk to his house and have a “play date” !!

CONTAINS ;; matt x fem reader, sub&dom ! matt, fwb ! matt, pet names, oral (m ! receiving), use of y/n, unprotected sex, angst (?) near the end !! (that’s it i think??)

kiki speaks ;; okay so this was based on THIS tik tok because omg he’s soooo. but anyways… ENJOYY (also this is my first smut EVER so please excuse me if it’s kinda sucky) PART TWO OUT NOW!!

date published ;; 02.17.24

not proofread !!

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5:57 pm.

i lie in my bed, excruciatingly bored. watching some show that i have little interest in, when i get a text from one of my friends, matt.

“hey, are you free rn?” the text read.

me and matt had been friends ever since he moved to los angeles. i also got along with his brothers well, so we would always hang out and go places together. a few months after becoming friends with them, i broke up with my ex-boyfriend and got closer to matt.

one day, matt and i had a conversation and decided we wanted to try some things, so we hooked up. without feelings. which brings us here. friends with benefits. although i might just be breaking that ‘no feelings attached’ rule, but he doesn’t need to know.

“yea?? whats up?” i reply

“chris and nick are gone. come over?” he asks

“sure, just give me like 5 minutes” i sent back

finally. ive been waiting for his text all week. last time we spoke was like 4 days ago. i quickly put on some light makeup, a cute & comfy outfit, spray perfume and head out the door. the triplets only lived about 2 minutes away from me so, i could just walk there. which i did often and most definitely will do now.

once i arrive at the triplets’ home, i give the door a knock and it opens, with matt standing on the other side of it.

“hey matt-” i get cut off by him grabbing me by the waist and kissing my harshly in the doorframe.

“sorry. just couldn’t wait.” matt smirks, licking his lips while closing and locking the door.

“i can tell.” i spoke, a smirk crawling on my face too.

“c’mon. my room.” he demanded and grabbed my arm, dragging my to his room.

he brings me to his room and sits on the bed. i close the door behind us and walk over to straddle him.

“missed you, y/n. haven’t seen you in 4 days. ive been so busy-” he explains, holding my hips as i hover over him.

“shh.. matt we’re here now.” i speak before moving my mouth onto his, resulting in a rough, heated kiss, which turned into a make out. our tongues moving together in rhythm, exploring each others mouths.

i start grinding over his clothed cock, trying to gain some friction, letting out soft moans.

“hmm.. you like that, matt?”

“shit… yes- fuck” he breathes out

i continue my movements, going back and forth on him. i quickly slip my shirt and jacket off, matt following me and taking off his shirt as well. i unclasp my bra, matt took a nipple in his mouth almost as soon as i took it off.

“ah- fuck- someone’s impatient.” i groan out

“mhm..” he mutters

i feel his dick start to twitch under me, signing that he was close. i speed up my movements. he grabs my hips tightly and comes right on the spot.

“oh shit..” he moans

i move off of him and onto my knees, rubbing his cock through his pants.

“look at you, so fucked out already.. haven’t even gotten to suck you off yet.” i smile sinisterly

“don’t tease me, y/n.” he breathes

“oh don’t worry.. i won’t for long.”

i swiftly pull down his sweatpants and boxers and grab his cock. i kitty lick the tip then slowly lap a long stripe from his base to the tip before taking all of him between my lips.

“oh- god! mgh fuck- y/n.. don’t stop. shit!” matt moans out.

i bob my head up and down on his cock, letting out soft, quiet, noises, sending vibrations down it and making him shudder. my tongue hit every vein on him, very slowly. i continue my motions, making direct eye contact with him the whole time until i feel his dick start to twitch in my mouth.

“fuck, im close..” matt mutters.

“cum in my mouth, matt. i wanna take it all.”

with that, he shoots out white, thick ropes of cum down my throat.

“s’good for me, matt.” i tell him, sweetly, while standing up and taking my pants and underwear off.

“mhm…” is all he manages to get out while still sitting on the edge of the bed.

“now get on your back so i can ride you.” i say sternly, walking over to him

“yes ma’am” he chuckles under his breath

he moves to the middle of the bed, lying on his back. i hover over him, giving him wet, sloppy kisses all over his face and throat area. most definitely leaving marks.

i then lined him up with me and sunk down on him. when he bottomed out, we both let out a string of moans.

“shit matt..”

“oh you’re so good. fuckkkk”

as i take all of him in me, i wrap my hands around him and rest my head in the crook of his neck, waiting to adjust to his size. no matter how many times we do this, ill never get used to it.

once i was ready, i started moving up and down on top of him, trying to pace myself.

“mghh…. matt.”

“holy shit.. mm you’re so good. so perfect for me,” he whimpered, “taking me so good oh my god.” he continued to moan.

those words made me instantly clench around his cock as i bounced on it, speeding up my pace. the room filled with grunts, moans, curses and the sounds of our skin slapping.

my legs were starting to give out and my bounces got sloppier, matt noticed this and flipped us over. now we were in missionary, with him pounding into me relentlessly.

“oh fuck fuck fuck fuck matt” i managed to moan out

“yea.. mhm got tired after a couple of ups and downs huh?” he grunts

“ohhh matt shittt”

“that’s right, y/n. say my name. uh huh”

i came about as soon as he said that, but he kept going, chasing his high.

soon, his thrusts got slower, indicating that he was close.

“cum inside me, matt. i wanna take it.”

“oh fuck y/n. fuck” he groans, while his cum fills me up and falls on side of me.

we both lay there for a while, out of breath before matt speaks up.

“you can go now.. if you want.” he says

hearing that kind of broke my heart. i knew we weren’t supposed to have real feelings for each other but geez.. am i just some toy to him?

“are you serious? you just told me you ‘missed me so much’, but you’re letting me leave just like that? am i just some sort of play date to you?” i ask, sitting up. anger, sadness and confusion written all over my face

maybe i shouldn’t have said that.

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kiki speaks (again) ;; urmmm I DONT KNOW HOW TO FEEL ABOUT THISSS UGH 😭 i hope i did good and you guys enjoyed but this is my FIRST EVER SMUT AND FIC SO GO EASY ON ME. i would also really love tips from other writers bc idkkk. but TOODLES !! (p.s. DO U GUYS WANT A PT. 2 OF THIS BC IK I KINDA ENDED W A CLIFFHANGER-ISH TYPE THINGY??)

tag list ;; .. empty for rn 🍵

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yutafrita · 4 months ago

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Hii Nat! Im new to your account but found you through your yuta taking yn to japan oneshot (SO CUTEEE IM IN LOVE) I wanted to request a challengers au with johnjae x yn could be smutty or whatever (lool) love ya ❤️❤️

Omg hi welcome to my account!! And wow what a throwback that one was so fun. Well, I hope you like the rest of my account AND i hope you enjoy the small req :) thanks for sending it in! Sorry it took forever :(

Word Count: less than 1K

Warnings: Swearing, adultery, sexual situations/ references, small potential dubcon, oral (femme receiving), reader is the worst

Permatag! @nini0620

[10:58 pm]

You frowned. The tv was mocking you. You wished you could shove your arm through the glass and yank out the newscaster.

“At this rate, I don’t think there’s anyone who could take her down.”

You did. You beat her that girl without even breaking a fucking sweat. Yet, here you were, years later, glaring at the shitty tv while someone you hadn’t even considered a blip on your radar all those years ago was showering in her grand slam win.

Your knee ached. Another reminder of your injury.

You took a sip of your seltzer water. It was well past ten pm. Jaehyun was sleeping already- you'd have knocked him out if he wasn't. He needed to be awake by 5 the following morning, and as his coach so did you.

The engagement ring that used to belong to Jaehyun's grandmother glistened in the dim hotel lounge. You huffed. You set the glass down, prepared to simply go upstairs, shower, and climb into bed with your fiancé.

You felt eyes watching you.

You looked to the right of the TV, your eyes meeting that of your fiance's former best friend.

"What are you doing here?" Johnny was smiling like a buffoon, his hair longer than you would have liked and his shirt covered in sweat stains.

"Jaehyun’s at the tournament."

Johnny didn't respond to this, instead he let his smile drop as his eyes caught the ring on your left hand. He moved towards you as if the diamond was a siren calling him before he sat down at the empty seat across from you.

"It was his grandmother's," was what you settled on. A part of you knew you should tell Johnny to fuck off. Not only was he Jaehyun's competitor, but he was also your ex.

He was the reason you can't play tennis anymore.

Your knee ached again.

"How is she doing?" Johnny asked. It had been so long since had seen either of you. When you two had broken up, Jaehyun's grandmother was still kicking.

"She died a few years back."

"Do you love him?" his eyes finally removed themselves from the ring to meet your gaze.

"Why do you care? You two aren't friends anymore."

Johnny, instead of scowling and snapping like a normal person, chuckled lightly as he allowed his eyes to wander all over your form.

"Do you want to go outside for a smoke?"

"I stopped smoking in college."

"So you don't want to go outside together?"

You furrowed your eyebrows at this.

“We’re engaged.”

Johnny’s smile dropped, “We.”

He repeated that word, his face contorting as if the word itself was heavy on his tongue.

Even disheveled, clearly having just finished practicing, Johnny was handsome. More than that, even. He had fully grown into his height. Before, when he would sit idle a hunch would form as if to shrink himself smaller. Now, he sat tall as he studied your face.

You looked past his face at the tv in the lounge. They were playing highlights from Jaehyun’s match, and the match from that bitch.

“I need to be back in an hour.”

“Baby, for you, I’ll make do with anything.”

******

Johnny was just like you remembered. His shoulders were broader now, the motel he was staying at was just as cheap as you anticipated, and he fucked you until you saw stars.

“You got back late,” Jaehyun noted the following morning. He already was drinking his green juice once he finished his physical therapy.

“I had to finalize your Aston Martin ad,” you replied briskly. You checked the time on your watch- ten minutes until you had to go.

You would feel remorse for what you did if Jaehyun didn’t play like shit yesterday.

“Ah,” he nodded before his face flinched.

“What is it?” You asked, having caught the frown that appeared between you scheduling your ride to the courts.

“You… maybe it’s just the lobby,” he muttered to himself.

“Jaehyun? Get it together man you’re going up against Nakamoto today,” you rolled your eyes, stood up from the coffee table and maneuvered to the door of the hotel room.

“You smelled like this cologne I used to wear in high school. That’s all,” Jaehyun spoke up now, seemingly more confident. You hesitated slightly as you grabbed your shoes by the door, but it was so small you knew he didn’t catch it.

“It was probably just the smell of the hotel lounge.”

Johnny was such a loser. Of course he was still wearing the same cologne from high school. Of course Jaehyun also wore the same cologne back then, too.

The rush of people before a tennis match always sent a thrill down your spine. You walked closely next to Jaehyun, reminding him of each small issue you caught from his match yesterday.

“Remember Nakamoto gets frustrated easily, so you just need to survive longer before he starts slipping. He always is far weaker in his last sets,” you were mentally going over your notes after your previous review of Jaehyun’s competitor.

“Good luck out there, Jae,” his voice was fleeting, but the two of you made eye contact with Johnny who sent a wink your way before purposefully bumping shoulders with Jaehyun.

The two of you slipped into the room Jaehyun was assigned prior to the match, a small window high above Jaehyun’s head.

“Do you feel pre-?” you were cut off.

“You fucked him, right?” Jaehyun’s voice was so soft, you almost didn’t hear it as you were shuffling through your bag.

“Jaehyun, what are you talking about?” You lied through your teeth, taking out his protein bar. His gaze narrowed.

“I smelled his cologne while he walked past us,” Jaehyun snapped. You blinked quickly, not responding as you watched his breathes get heavier.

“You barely won yesterdays match. You’re gonna lose.”

Your shitty reply did it. He spit out his gum onto the floor and tore your purse off your lap.

“Jaehyun!”

He didn’t respond, instead shoving your hands aside as he snatched your panties off, leaving you in your tennis skirt on the wooden bench

“I’ll show you I’m better, and I’ll kick Nakamoto’s fucking ass,” he was knelt down in front of you, his eyes determined. You didn’t respond. You just slowly opened your legs, and allowed him to bury his face between them.

Finally, some fire in Jaehyun you thought as you stifled a moan. He hadn’t been this aggressive in a while. Maybe his anger would let him play a good fucking game of tennis.

#nct x y/n #nct x you #nct x reader #nct request #jaehyun x reader #johnny x reader #nct 127 x reader #jaehyun imagines #johnny imagines #jaehyun smut #johnny smut #nct 127 drabble

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swordsandholly · 3 months ago

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that Johnny rugby player au is fineee, omg! but also like do you think of writing something with Kyle someday? like I love him so much and I always adore the way that you specifically write him and I don’t see a lot of fics with him, sadly

but yeah like just a thought please I don’t want this ask to come off as like me trying to like demand it, i’m just curious hehe like I said before I love what you write is always amazing!! 💖💋

Ive been so hyper focused on poly 141 that I don’t have a ton of individual fics rn. I do have one that I started months ago that’s kind of angsty where Kyle loses a leg and has to go to prosthesis/physical therapist reader but I worry it’s too sad for our pretty boy

Some other ideas I have in my not started works note:

Bartender Kyle x Server Reader

News reporter x cameraman- just thinking about Kyle being a flirty cameraman and telling reader how pretty she is while she pretends to be annoyed

SoapGaz - Ex bf Kyle is pissed about reader dating Johnny. Poly shit ensues

Not Kyle specific just a general idea: Reader is walking in a park and thinks a man is following her. She’s jumpy and smacks him with her overfilled purse - has to take him to the hospital

I love this boy sm so yeah there will def be more Kyle in the future. Plus he’s pretty central in cherry bomb tbh

#answered #kyle gaz garrick x reader #fem reader

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hoonieyun · 8 months ago

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Hi idk if u reaction but if ur writing can you write about about 127 members learning their gf is a smoker and vaper since the age of 13, 14

warnings: 18+, underage smoking, profanity, lmk if i miss anything also don't consume drugs or alcohol if you're a minor!!!!!!

notes: omg my first request TTTTTT thank you for requesting, i changed it up a bit to also include weed too and sorry it kind of took a while it was hard to think of different scenarios for each member so i changed that a bit too but i thought this was a little funny because i started to smoke around this age 😅 not proof read and this was a lot longer than i expected so i hope thats okay LOL

taeyong

you spent the weekend with boyfriend!taeyong at his condo. you guys had just started dating and you weren't fully sure how he would react to the information of you being a smoker, let alone a smoker since you were a teenager. one night while he was cooking dinner, you excused yourself to the bathroom but secretly made your way to his balcony to have a quick smoke. you hadn't smoked all weekend because you were with taeyong so you tried to get in a quick smoke break. you rummaged in your bag for your cig and lit with the cute pink lighter you had gotten from your best friend. as you're just about to finish your cig, taeyong spots you from inside and opens the sliding door to let you know dinner was ready.

you turn around shocked, smoke still in your lungs, unable to let it go or speak without giving it away that you smoke. "is that my lighter?" taeyong asks pointing at the baby pink lighter in your hand. you make a confused face and lift your hand, "this one?" you say not realizing you had just released a bunch of smoke. "fuck..." you say as smoke continues to spill from your lips. "yeah, is that mine?" taeyong asks, unfazed by the smoke. "no... it's mine. wait, you don't care i smoke?" you ask confused. "why would i care?" he says cutely while looking into your eyes. "plus, i smoke too." he walks away and you follow him inside to find him looking for something in his drawers. "what are you looking for?" you ask. taeyong doesn't respond with anything besides a slight hum. "see!" he finally says. taeyong turns around and shows you a baby pink lighter, the same exact one as yours. "we have the same one!" he says with so much excitement that you completely forgot how worried you were just a few minutes ago.

johnny

you and fratboy!johnny were still in the talking phase of your relationship. neither of you have made it official but you were both only exclusively talking to one another. he invites you to his frat house to hang out after finals. you do your makeup cutely since you’ve been looking crazy throughout all of finals. you slip into a cute often, consisting of a pleated skirt and johnny’s hoodie you stole the first time he took you out on a date.

when you arrive at johnny’s frat, he opens the door before you could even knock. “woah!” you say surprised but smile afterwards. “i may or may not have been waiting near the window for you to arrive.” he says with a sheepish smile. you just laugh and he grabs your hand and brings you to his room. the layout of the house is quite big, but typical for a frat house. what isn’t typical is that it was very clean, as if it wasn’t lived in by a group of college boys. you and johnny get to his room and when he opens it, a cloud of smoke wafts passed your nose. “sorry about that, the guys usually use my room to smoke since i’m the frat’s supplier.” he explains. you hadn’t known johnny smoked, it made a part of you a bit giddy since you’ve been smoking weed since high school and a lot of your ex-boyfriends hated that about you.

“you smoke?” he asks while taking a seat on his bed and patting the spot next to him. you move over to where he patted and nod your head. “yeah, uh actually since i was like 15?” you say casually and johnny is a bit surprised. “really?” he asks while reaching in his nightstand for a cone and some flower. he grabs his grinder from his window sill and begins to grind up some flower to fill the cone. you watch him adoringly, thinking about how a guy has never rolled a joint for you before. johnny’s hand cramps in the middle of grinding the weed. you laugh at him and grab the grinder from his hand, you quickly finish grinding the weed and hand it over to him. he pauses for a moment and just stares at you, “what?” you say with a chuckle. “nothing, you just did that so quickly” he says referring to you grinding the weed a lot faster than he has ever done or seen.

“comes with experience. i smoked my first joint at 15 and was rolling my own just a few weeks later.” you say while leaning back on some pillows on his bed. johnny is rolling the joint and offers it to you, giving you the first hit. you place the joint in between your lips and you lock eyes with johnny. he stares intensely into your eyes while bringing the lighter to the joint. he lights it and you take a deep breath, holding it for a few seconds before releasing the smoke. the smoke blows into johnny’s face and he closes his eyes softly. he reopens his eyes and licks his lips, you’re still locked eyes with him, “that was hot.” he says before taking the joint from your lips and connecting his lips with yours. the two of you spend the rest of the day in johnny’s bed, getting high, exchanging kisses, and enjoying each other’s company. a perfect way to start your break after finals.

yuta

you’ve only been dating ceo!yuta for about half a year. in that time, you’ve had to hide from him that you smoked weed. as a respected ceo and founder of his own company in japan, you didn’t want to tarnish his reputation by having him be associated with a pothead. you had even spent a lot money beyond your means to by nicer and newer clothes to seem more presentable whenever you were out with yuta knowing he was a constant topic within the stratosphere of the business industry.

yuta had invited you to a gala and sent you a beautiful yellow gown. one that was off the shoulder and juts at the waist with tulle and a slit on the left leg. it’s probably the most expensive thing you now own, before the delivery man leaves he hands you a black velvet box, stating that it was another gift sent from, “mr. nakamoto”. you smiled when he said that, one because receiving a gift from yuta always made you blush but also because hearing him be referred to as “mr. nakamoto” turned you on. you grabbed the box and thanked the delivery man before he parted. you sat down on your bed and opened the velvet box, revealing a beautiful diamond necklace; one adorned with hundreds of small diamonds that led to a golden jewel in the middle that resembled the shape of a raindrop. now this is definitely the most expensive thing you own.

an hour or so later you’re done getting dressed and you finish your ensemble with the elegant necklace yuta so kindly gifted you. you look at yourself in the mirror, almost unable to recognize yourself. you had never looked this beautiful and expensive, your previous lifestyle consisting of tshirts and jeans. your mind started to run wild, thoughts of being not enough for yuta, him finding out you’re not really as put together you make it seem, afraid of coming off as a gold digger. you decide smoking a blunt before the gala wouldn’t hurt. you quickly grab a blunt from your hidden stash, a false bottom in one of the drawers in your vanity, and smoke it. your anxiety subsiding after each puff of smoke. you always had anxiety growing up, your parents putting you on different medications all throughout your life but the only thing that ever helped was weed.

your phone rings and it’s yuta letting you know he was outside waiting for you in the car. you panic, losing track of time and not realizing he would be arriving before you had finished your blunt. you quickly wave the smoke around you away before tidying yourself up and making your way outside. you’re so frantic trying to gather yourself, putting your belongings into your purse and slipping into your heels that it completely slips from your mind that you hadn’t put on any perfume to mask the scent of weed.

you see yuta waiting outside, leaned against the outside of the car. a bright smile breaks out onto his face when he sees you in the dress and necklace he gifted. you hug yuta and exchange a quick kiss, “hi baby, you look gorgeous” he says into your ear as you hug. yuta inhales your scent, to his surprise he smells the scent of weed. he opens the door for you and you enter, he shuts the door behind you and walks onto the other side to enter, pondering if you had smoked weed prior to meeting him.

once inside, he signals the driver you’re good to go and you’re off to the gala. you and yuta have small talk, catching up on what the two of you had been doing during the day before meeting up. you tell him about your day and yuta can’t brush off the smell of weed emitting from you. he grabs your hand and turns towards you, “baby.” he says and his tone suddenly worries you. “yes?” you respond. “i’m not mad but… you smell of weed my love.” he says and your eyes widen at his statement. you sigh in defeat and drop your head, “i’m so sorry. i smoked weed before you got here, i was getting worried about the gala and meeting all these rich fancy people, and i was scared that you would know i’m not rich and might think i’m a gold digger so i smoked some weed to calm my nerves and -” he cuts you off by kissing you. you’re surprised by his actions but melt into his kiss.

yuta pulls aways, “hey, it’s okay babe. don’t worry.” he says reassuring you. “really? you’re not mad? or disappointed?” you ask innocently. “why would i be? i smoke too babe.” he says casually. “what? you do?” you ask, shocked by his response. “yeah, how do you think i handle running a business this big with all these people stressing me out.” he says while straightening himself out in his seat. he presses a button that lowers the partition in the car, leaning closer to the driver and whispering something in his ear you couldn’t understand and raising the partition afterwards. “what’d you tell him?” you ask and he simply just smiles at you.

the rest of the car ride is spent with you in yuta’s arms. when you arrive at the destination, yuta quickly runs out and opens your door. upon exiting you realize you’re outside of yuta’s high rise condo. “what are we doing here?” you ask. yuta closes your door and taps the roof of the car to let the driver know he can leave. “decided i didn’t want to go to the gala anymore, come on.” he says while grabbing your hand and guiding you into the building. he greets the doorman and then the concierge at the front desk. “mr. nakamoto.” the concierge greets him with a bow. the two of you enter an elevator the leads to his home. “what about the gala?” you ask and as you enter his home. yuta begins to take off his blazer, “eh, didn’t want to go anyways. too many stuck up old rich people. i’d rather spend some time with my girl.” he quickly runs to his room to grab a small box and runs back to get you, he guides you up some stairs that led to a lookout at the top of his condo, a balcony that oversees the city. it’s much darker outside now so the city lights glimmer in the night sky. you sit down with yuta and he opens the box he’s holding. inside are some prerolls, buds, a grinder, empty cones, and a lighter. you chuckle at him, “what?” he laughs and asks you. “nothing, it’s just cute you’d rather smoke with some girl than attend a gala.” you simply say and yuta stops what he’s doing. he takes your hands into his and looks into your eyes before speaking, “you aren’t just some girl to me. you’re my girl.” he says while smiling, causing you to blush. he goes back to what he was doing before continuing what he was saying, “plus, if my girl is too anxious to attend some gala and smoking weed is the only way to make her feel better, than sobeit. we’ll smoke some weed together.” yuta says while rolling a joint.

the two of you spend the rest of the evening on his balcony, getting high, and learning more about each other. you tell him about how weed has been the only thing that has worked on calming your anxiety. you also tell yuta about the other parts of yourself that you’ve been hiding, the fact that you aren’t as rich or proper as you try to come off. yuta reassures you that he doesn’t care, he fell in love with you because of things outside of materialistic matters like how much he loves your kindness and compassion, how you’re thoughtful and always remind him to eat because he seems to forget due to his busy schedule, or how well you get along with his sisters; and now the fact that you also smoked weed was another thing he loved about you because you could now get high together instead of attend fancy events.

doyoung

for as long as you’ve known boyfriend!doyoung, he’s never been one to smoke. you however, have been smoking since you were a teenager; a bad habit you picked up from being around some bad influences growing up and a habit you never broke out of. you remember the day doyoung found out you smoked, he had freaked out a bit, never expecting you to be the type. when he found out you had been smoking since you were 16 however, doyoung almost broke up with you because he felt like, in these words exactly, “didn’t know who you were!” he had said. after talking it out and doyoung admitting he was being dramatic, he realized he didn’t care much that you smoked at all.

he respected you enough to not force you to stop and you respected doyoung enough to not smoke around him. lately he has been quite stressed from work lately, multiple deadlines, and deals that needed to be closed and although doyoung loved to drink, he hated being hungover. one night when he was spending the night at your place, he found you out on your balcony smoking a cigarette, a sight he’s seen before, and watched from afar. you’re surprised to see doyoung join you on your balcony and you blow away any excess smoke and quickly kill the cigarette by putting it out on an ashtray. “hey babe, sorry i didn’t know you’d come out here.” you say and he gives you a kiss on the forehead before sitting down across from you. “it’s okay, i don’t mind.” he says and you make a confused face at him. “what?” he asks. “nothing, i just never smoke around you because of what happened when you first found out i smoked.” you say and the two of you laugh at that memory. “yeah i was being pretty dramatic that day.”

“but i do wanna say something.” he says suddenly and you grow a bit worried. you just look at him, waiting for what he has to say next. “i wanna try smoking.” he says and you’re speechless. for a moment you’re sitting in silence and doyoung continues, he explains how stressful work has been and that he would just have a drink at the end of the night but he hates the taste of alcohol and he easily gets drunk and the hangover sucks. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a bit excited to see doyoung breakout of his usual habit of avoiding smoke. “i can help you smoke if you want?” you offer to him and smiles. “the thing is, i don’t like cigarettes? they smell bad and i don’t want my teeth to rot… no offense.” he says and it causes you to laugh. “wait here.” you say and you quickly run to your bedroom to grab something.

you run back to doyoung on the balcony and hand him a little blue vape. “what’s this?” doyoung asks. “it’s a vape!” you respond and teach him how to use it. doyoung brings the machine to his lips and inhales but quickly blows out and coughs. you laugh at his reaction and he just looks at you with a pout. “sorry.” you say and guide him through again on how to do it. he takes a puff again and this time it goes much smoother. “is that blueberry?” doyoung asks and you nod with a big smile. “yeah! some vapes have a flavor and scent, this one is blueberry. i know you like the color blue so i thought you might like it. and it doesn’t smell bad and potentially won’t rot your teeth as fast as cigarettes” you say sheepishly causing doyoung to laugh. he takes another hit and holds it in a lot longer than before, causing you to wonder. “are you sure you haven’t smoked before? you held that in kind of long.” you say with suspicion. doyoung laughs, “i have singer lungs baby, these pipes are strong.” he says while lightly tapping his chest. the rest of the night is filled with laughter and smoke, but not before you tell doyoung that it’s okay if he starts smoking but not to make it a habit he relies on, knowing the underlying health negatives. the two of you agree and you come up with a plan to lessen your smoking habits and for the two of you to find a new way to relieve your stress, like sports, working out, or something in the bedroom…

jaehyun

you’re walking hand in hand with your date!jaehyun in the park. it’s your second date and after grabbing lunch you two decided to go for a walk since it was nice out. there were families have picnics and people walking their dogs, also enjoying the feeling of the sun on their skin. you take a deep breath before letting go of jaehyun’s hand and reaching for something in your bag. jaehyun stops to look at you and when he sees you pull out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, his eyes widen. he watches you take a cig out of the pack, place it in your mouth, and begin to light it. before you could fully light the cig, jaehyun plucks it from your lips and puts out the fire.

you look at him perplexed and reach for another one in the pack. jaehyun snatches the whole box of cigs and tosses it into the trash can a few feet away. you throw your hands in the air like a child, “what the fuck jae?” you ask, pissed off he just threw away all your cigs. he walks back to you with a stern face of disappointment. “you really smoke those cancer sticks?” he asks like he was a father lecturing his child. “uh yeah, that’s what you do with a cigarette. smoke them?” you say and he just rolls his eyes. “anyways, what is it to you? people do drugs all the time, i could be doing much worse like-” he cuts you off. “that’s not the point. any kind of drug is bad.” he says defending his stance on the matter. “plus, i’m not going to date someone who smokes, it’s gross!” he says without thinking, not realizing he practically just called you gross.

you scoff at his remark. “fine, then don’t.” you say while shoving your lighter into hands and walking off. “y/n! i didn’t mean it like that, don’t be like this!” he says trying to get you to come back. you turn around and walk backwards to respond, “no! i don’t want you to be seen with someone as gross as me!” you say sarcastically before turning back around. jaehyun drops his head and knows he fucked up, but he can’t help himself if he disagrees with the idea of smoking. he hated the smell of smoke, he hated the way it left a stench on clothing and skin, and he hated especially when a girl smoked.

you got home later that day, opting to walk 15 minutes away from the park before requesting an uber home. the whole uber ride you updated your groupchat with your roommates and best friends about what happened. some of them agreed with you that smoking is okay and the others disagreed that smoking was bad, but they all agreed that he shouldn’t have called you gross. when you got home, you changed out of your clothes and into some pajamas. your roommate and best friend, mark, knocked on your door and you let him in. “you ok?” you sigh before responding, “yeah, i guess so…” you say while putting clothes away. “yeah, sorry about that. i know i was the one who set you two up.” he says while scratching the back of his head. “it’s fine, not your fault jaehyun is an asshole.” mark laughs and then clears his throat. “i could talk to him?” he suggests. you politely decline and tell mark that it’s probably a sign and that you were glad to have dodged a bullet. he excuses himself from your room and after closing the door he reaches for the phone in his pocket. your phone. mark knows your password because you two were really close, he unlocks your phone and sends jaehyun a text. asking him to come over to talk tomorrow morning because the roommates would all be either at work or in class while you and mark would be the only ones home.

he peeks quickly back into your room and hands you your phone, “you left this in the kitchen by the way.” and then he leaves. you mutter a quick thanks and think about how you don’t remember stopping by the kitchen but you probably don’t recall because you were busy complaining to your roommates about jaehyun.

when jaehyun receives the text, he’s more than happy you texted him. sad that he ruined his chances with you over a comment he didn’t really mean. he spent the rest of the night trying to formulate what he would say to you so that he could speak his mind without offending you but also not compromising his personal belief. the next day, before heading to your place, he stops by a flower shop to grab you some flowers, a bouquet of pink lilies and red roses.

before jaehyun arrives, you and mark are having breakfast in the living room; watching a tv show and enjoy some toast and cereal when a knock is heard on the door. “you expecting someone?” you ask mark and he hums in response, getting up to get the door. you pay him no mind, thinking it’s probably just a package he’s waiting for. what you didn’t expect was mark to walk back into the living room with jaehyun behind him, as if he was trying to hide the tall man.

“what is HE doing here?” you ask putting your bowl down on the coffee table and standing up with your hands on your hips. mark instantly turns defensive with his hands out, “okay just hear me out…” and you just stare at him. “i may or may not have stole your phone yesterday and texted him to come over…” your eyes widen and you grab your phone to check your messages, and to your disbelief; there it is. “we need to talk. come over for breakfast?” sent to jaehyun.

“i can’t believe you!” you exclaim while throwing your phone onto the couch. “don’t be mad at him, y/n. i do want to talk though” jaehyun says in mark’s defense. “i’m mad at both of you!” you say while pointing out at the two boys cowering in the entrance walkway like two kids getting scolded by their mom. “fine, let’s talk.” you say and you grab jaehyun’s hand and drag him to your room but not before you turn around to look at mark and glare at him, causing him to widen his eyes and throw his hands up in defense.

you close the door behind you and find jaehyun looking at your photos on your dresser. some of you with mark and your roommates but none of you as a child. “no baby pictures?” he curiously asks. “um, no. i’m an orphan, most of my photos weren’t taken until i got to college.” you say without much thought. “i didn’t know you were…” jaehyun says, slowly ending his sentence before he could finish it. “an orphan? yeah i don’t usually lead with that.” you say and you take a seat on your bed, “so what do you want jaehyun?” you say. jaehyun clears his throat and hands you the flowers, “uh, these are for you.” he says with a straight smile, showing off those dimples you’ve started to really like. you accept them and mutter a small thank you.

jaehyun takes a seat on your vanity chair before he speaks, “listen, i’m sorry for how i came off yesterday. i didn’t mean to offend you and you’re definitely not gross. you’re actually the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen and you’re so cute too and-” you cut him off when you realize he’s rambling. “breathe jaehyun.” you recommend and he takes a deep breath and continues. “what i’m trying to say is, although i disagree with the idea of smoking, i’m willing to look past that and move on if you are. i would really like to continue being with you if you’d let me.” he says, looking up at you trying to see what you think. your face is stoic, you’re processing his words in your mind but you’re trying not to show on your face that you find him so handsome and endearing, and you honestly forgave him as soon as he handed you those flowers.

“say something?” he asks in a desperate tone. you stand and lean towards him, looking him in the eyes before speaking. “you think i’m pretty and cute?” you ask in a teasing tone and this causes the two of you to break out into laughter. jaehyun grabs you by the waist and sits you down on his lap. “yes, baby. very much.” he says while placing a kiss on your cheek. you turn around so you’re now straddling jaehyun’s lap. you give him a kiss, “thank you for apologizing and i know it must’ve taken a lot of courage to do that and i promise i won’t smoke around you and i’ll work on my smoking habit.” you say and he nods in response. “why do you smoke?” he asks and you’re honestly not sure. “i think i picked it up just from the stress of life. growing up as an orphan was a lot of work and i guess when i turned 18 it was just a habit i picked up that let me feel something.” he gives you a hug and the two of you once again share a kiss. you hear a slight creak near the door which makes the two of you turn your heads towards the door.

you both get up and silently make your way over to the door, you make a shushing motion to jaehyun before slowly reaching for the door and quickly pulling it open, causing an eavesdropping mark to fall into your bedroom out of shock. “yo, what the heck!” he asks while he looks up at the two of you from the floor. you and jaehyun look at mark with a head tilt. “haha hey guys. how’s it going?” he says sheepishly while the two of you laugh at the boy on the ground. “dude come on!” he says and jaehyun helps the younger boy up off the ground. you enjoy seeing the sight of your best friend and your now boyfriend bonding, thinking about all the fun you guys would have teasing one another.

jungwoo

you’re on your way to boyfriend!jungwoo’s house, he’s having a small get together for his birthday. just the two of you and some of his closest friends. you’re the first to arrive as you promised him you’d help set up. he gave you a key to his house only a few months after you first started dating so you usually just enter freely without knocking like you used to.

“jungwoo, i’m here!” you announced after entering his home. you take your shoes off and look around when you don’t hear a response back. you place his birthday gift and other things you brought like party supplies on the kitchen counter so you can roam the house to look for him. you’re about to walk upstairs to check his room when you spot him through the window that faces the backyard. you take a peek through the window and he’s facing away from you. you’re admiring him until you see a puff of smoke suddenly appear and surround his head. you make a confused face before heading to the back door that leads to the backyard.

you slide open the door and spot jungwoo, taking a hit from a cigarette. “you smoke?” you ask, catching jungwoo off guard and causing him to drop the cigarette from his hands. “shit!” he says after you scared him. he quickly steps on the lit cigarette sitting on the grass to prevent the yard from catching on fire. “hey, when’d you get here?” he asks, trying to change the subject. you slip on some random sandals before walking out towards jungwoo in the yard. “don’t try to change the subject, i didn’t know you smoked?” you asked him and he doesn’t know what to say. he opens his mouth but nothing comes out, embarrassed and shocked that he was caught.

“i mean… i don’t care.” you ask and jungwoo has a sigh of relief. “oh, thank god. for a second i thought you were going to break up with me.” he says while wrapping his hands around your neck for a hug. you laugh at his response, “why would i break up with you?” you ask. “hmm, i don’t know actually. i think some people just don’t like smokers, i know jaehyun doesn’t.” he says with a shrug.

you laugh at him once again, but this time it’s because you just find him so cute. you pinch his cheeks and winces from the pain, “ow!” he says while rubbing his cheeks. “you’re so just so adorable, i never expected you to be the type to smoke is all.” you say before dragging him inside to help you set up. “hey, i’m very cute but that doesn’t mean i can’t smoke. it helps when i get caught smoking, i can just act cute and they forget why they were even mad in the first place.” he says explaining himself. “wow, so you were going to use your cuteness against me when i caught you just now?” you say while cocking your head to the side. “maybe…” he says and the two of you break out into a laugh.

“besides, i find it kinda hot that you smoke.” you say all of a sudden and jungwoo is frozen in his spot. “so now i’m cute AND hot. wow you’ve got a good guy on you huh?” he asks teasing you and you just playfully shove him. “yeah, yeah, whatever. don’t let it go to your big head birthday boy.” you say and stick your tongue out at him. “it IS my birthday so you have to be extra nice to me” jungwoo declares and you’re shocked at his statement. “i literally just said i thought you were really cute and hot, what more can i do?” you ask in a playful tone and jungwoo looks around for a moment thinking of a response before he points to his cheek, indicating he wants a kiss. when you go in for a kiss and come closer, he quickly turns his head so that your lips touch one another’s, resulting in the two of you laughing in your kiss before continuing to lock lips.

mark and haechan

“yo, my girl is coming over. don’t be annoying.” boyfriend!mark says while popping into bestfriend!haechan’s room. haechan makes an offended face with an exaggerated gasp, “excuse me? i’m never annoying markie!” he says, obviously trying to annoy mark. “yeah, whatever dude.” mark says walking away. “lighten up dude!” haechan says mocking mark. mark invited you over to his frat for the first time and you were a bit nervous. you had never been to a frat before, but your best friend haechan was in a frat and he says it’s not too bad so that somewhat helped you calm your nerves. before heading to mark’s frat, you smoked a bowl to calm your nerves. you could always rely on your best friend, indica, to help you chill out whenever you get nervous.

your uber driver drops you off in front of the frat, giant letters spelling ‘NCT’ were sitting above the front door. “weird.” you mutter to yourself, having never heard of that frat before. you text mark that you were outside and in no time he’s greeting you at the front door with a kiss. “hi baby, you look cute.” he says while looking up and down. “it’s just jeans and a tshirt mark, but thank you.” you say and he ushers you inside. “nice place by the way, a lot cleaner than i thought. how many of you live here?” you ask while looking around. “just seven.” he says while entering the kitchen. “want a drink?” he asks and you respond, just asking for water.

he grabs a cold bottle of water from the fridge and hands it to you. he grabs your hand and the two of you make your way upstairs but not before passing haechan’s room. “y/n?” he says when he sees you walk back. you and mark both take a few steps back when you realize haechan called your name. “haechan? THIS is your frat?” you ask him and he just nods while dying of laughter, causing you to break out into laughter as well as your run over to him and fall into his bed. mark is looking at the two of you weirdly, confused as to how you both know each other.

“wait, wait, wait. what’s going on here?” mark says pointing at the two of you. “bro, your ‘girl’ is my best friend.” haechan says once the two of you are done laughing. mark’s face is a mixture of shock and fear, shocked that you knew haechan and afraid of how much haechan influence haechan has on you. he looks at you, almost looking like he was asking for you to denounce the previous statement. “yup, been best friend’s since 3rd grade.” you say while nodding. “i can’t believe mark is the guy you’ve been seeing this whole time.” he says while looking at you. you just shrug in response and the two of you break out into a giggle fit again, causing mark to groan and leave the two of you to go to his room.

you run after him and enter his room. “babe, we’re just messing around.” you say while cupping his face into your hands, causing him to pout even more than he already was. “yeah ‘babe’ we’re just messing around.” haechan says popping into mark’s room. “get out!” mark says while throwing a pillow at haechan to which he dodges and giggles while running back to his room. “tell your boyfriend to lighten up y/n!” haechan yells from his room.

“ease up mark, if you’ve been able to handle haechan so far you’ll be fine handling the two of us. plus i’m more normal than he is.” you say while taking a seat next to him on his bed. “i don’t know about that.” mark says in a teasing tone and you just look at him with your mouth open in surprise, playfully pushing his shoulder.

“i really do need to chill out though. i think i’ve been to stressed lately. school sucks.” he says while taking a deep breath. “i think i can help with that.” you say while locking eyes. “oh, yeah? how?” he say, intrigued. “weed?” you say nonchalantly and mark is surprised. “that is not what i was expecting you to say…” he says while squinting his eyes. you make a confused face, not understanding what he meant. suddenly it clicks in your head and you shove him again, “ew, mark! at least take me out on a date first.” you say teasingly. “i do! i’ve taken you out so much.” he says defensively and you just giggle before thanking him and giving him a kiss.

“but seriously, i smoke weed whenever i need to chill out. it helps a lot.” you tell him while you reached into your bag. you pulled out a small pink bag, inside are a couple of blunts with a little lighter that had a tiger on it. mark grabs it from you in awe, “woah that’s cool!” he says while admiring the tiger. “yeah, i got it because it reminded me of you.” you say while getting up to shut the door.

you light the blunt and take a hit. you gesture for mark to try and he’s hesitant. “you don’t have to if you don’t want to.” you reassure him but he grabs it. “no! i want to.” he says and you guide him on how to take a hit. opting to start off with a smaller puff so he isn’t overwhelmed when suddenly haechan bursts into the room causing you to jump and mark to choke and cough on the smoke. “dude! you ARE annoying!” you say while handing mark your bottle of water. “what do you want?” mark says in between coughs. haechan walks over to you guys and takes a deep breath. “i know an infused crumbled lime blunt when i smell it!” he says and you are dumbfounded at your best friend sniffing out the exact blunt you and mark were currently smoking.

you reach into your pink pouch and pull out another one and hand it to haechan. “here and close the door.” you say while haechan grabs the blunt from your hands like an excited child who just got a cookie. the three of you spend the next hour in a blunt rotation, taking turns smoking and occasionally sharing stories. mark finds out you smoke weed because of your anxiety and that you put haechan onto weed which turned him into a huge pothead. you can tell the weed is starting to hit mark a lot sooner because he just starts to giggle out of nowhere and becomes really smiley, which you find really cute. he also gets really talkative and at some point he confesses to haechan that he’s happy to have become friend with him and the two share a tender moment, even shedding tears; however mark will probably not remember this when he sobers up but haechan definitely will and he’ll be teasing mark about it for weeks.

you’re happy to find out your best friend and boyfriend are also friends, let alone, are a part of the same frat. making it easier to spend time with either two. you spend the rest of the night high and snacking with the two boys while watching netflix in mark’s room. “thank you, that really helped. i love you.” mark whispers into your ear and it’s the first time either of you have said i love you. you smile widely before sharing a kiss with mark and returning the i love you to him as well. haechan throws a pillow from the floor at the two of you, “get a room!” he says and mark throws the pillow back, “we are in a room. YOU get a room and get out of mine.” he says while haechan rubs his head after the pillow had hit him. the two start to bicker and you just smile and laughing, thinking about how much more fun college is going to be with the two of them around.

all writing here is fiction & not in any association with characters mentioned.

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callsigndragon · 2 years ago

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Tasting the Ashes | Ch. 14: Once upon a time ✍️

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: mentions of death, guns, the whole seeing red story, Mickey and Jinx being besties, mentions of alcohol and i think that's all.

A/N: Someone wanted to see Mickey telling the whole story to Jinx, and here it is. Just love these two so much.

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Translations: pendeja: idiot / pringado: loser / abuela,abuelita: grandma

Mickey watches Jinx enter the Hard Deck, black motorcycle helmet in hand. These two have known each other since their academy days. If you ask Jinx who her best friend is, the answer will be simple: Fanboy. And if you asked Mickey who his best friend was, he would give you Jesse’s name. It’s always been like this. Jinx and Mickey, Mickey and Jinx.

People called them Tweedledum and Tweedledee. It sums up their whole relationship.

“Pendeja, I’m here!” Mickey raises his voice to catch Jinx’s attention, and when she sees him, her lips curve in a teasing smile.

“I see that you have finally decided to grow some hair!” She leaves the helmet on the table and ruffles the man’s hair, ignoring his protests.

“You’re just jealous of my curls.” Mickey retorts, fixing his hair. “How long has it been since we last saw each other?”

“Well… At least eight months. That’s when I was sent to Rota.” Jinx looks at the two beers in front of her. “Aww, look at you! Getting me a beer before I’m even here? What a sweet guy you are.”

“It’s poisoned.”

She snorts, switching beers and drinking. “Then perish, pringado.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“Thanks, I had a great teacher.” Jinx takes a sip of her beer and takes off her jacket. “Well, I’m ready to hear the story.”

“Buckle up, babe. This is a long one.” Mickey unlocks his phone and shows his friend a picture of the Dagger Squad and their partners. “So, this is the fam. Dagger Squad.”

“The kiddos fly too?” Jesse jokes, and Mickey throws a napkin at her. “Hey!”

“Focus, dumbass.” Mickey zooms in to show Jake and Red. “These are the leaders. Lieutenant Commander Seresin and Lieutenant Commander Seresin.”

“They’re married?”

“They were married. Now they’re divorced and expecting a baby.”

“Omg, when did they divorce?” She drinks again, already sensing that this is going to be a long story.

“Three years ago.”

Jesse chokes on her drink and looks at Mickey with wide eyes. “Something isn’t adding up.”

“You remember Cyclone?”

“Yeah, Vice Admiral. He once tried to get into my pants.”

“He what?” Mickey grabs Jinx’s hand, looking into her eyes. “Did he touch you or something?”

“Oh no, Miguel, don’t worry. It never got that far. I told him that my dick was bigger than his, and he never tried to talk to me outside working hours ever again.”

Mickey shakes his head, while grabbing his beer. “Your dick is purple, and I bought it for you.”

"Is it or is it not bigger than his?” Jesse raises her finger, inviting him to contradict her words.

“Anyway, Cyclone. He was really tired, or maybe just jealous of Jake.” He points at him in the picture. “And decided to mess a bit with him.”

“So he called his ex-wife?” She ventures, grabbing a napkin and folding it to form a little ship.

“Yeah, Cyclone called Red Queen Seresin to be team leader, a position that was occupied by Jake. The thing is that Jake asked for a divorce three years before she came, and Red never knew why. She just signed the papers to make him happy.”

Jinx looks outside the window, observing the waves crash against the shore. “What a great woman.”

“She was pregnant.”

She turns her head so quickly that she can feel a crack. “And Jake knew?”

“No. Neither did her. Found out a few days later.”

“Wait, so when she came to Top Gun to be the leader…”

Mickey nods, knowing where her train of thought is headed. “He found out he was a father.”

“What was his reaction?”

“Well, surprisingly, his father instincts kicked in, and he was the most amazing dad I’ve ever seen. Well, Payback taught him a lot of things, but you know what I mean.”

“Yeah. A good dad, that thing neither of us had.” Jinx chortles, reminding Mickey of his past. It wasn’t something that he wanted to recall.

“Anyway. Jake and Red started spending lots of time together because of their son, Liam, and eventually the feelings reemerged again because Jake didn’t get a divorce because he didn’t love her anymore.”

“Then why?”

“Because he was threatened. Do you know SJAC?”

“Wasn’t the CEO killed a few months ago?”

“Yeah, Red pulled the trigger.”

“Say what again?” Jesse queries, gesturing to the bartender to get them another two drinks.

“Gregory St. James was Jake’s father.”

“Jake is Jacob St. James?!” She scratches her hair, trying to understand everything. “Okay let me recap. Jake is the heir who fled 20 years ago; he changed his name and eventually met Red; they married, and the father discovered the whole thing, threatened him, and Jake divorced her so she wouldn't be in danger. Neither of the Seresins knew that she was pregnant, and Jake didn’t find out until three years later.”

“Yeah, you got it all right. But wait, this is where it becomes interesting.”

Mickey tells her about the threatening messages, about Jake’s past, the mole at base, the Hawaii honeymoon that didn’t last as long as it was supposed to, the kidnapping, Jake and Red’s trip to Hidden Hills, and Red running back into the house to save her husband.

“...Is it bad to have a crush on the boss?”

“Jinx!”

“Come on, Miguel! That’s the kind of woman you want to be when you grow up.”

“You’re not even a girl.”

“Hey! I’m everything. Girl, boy and everything in between.” She protests, throwing the napkin boat at his head.

“I know, pendeja. Well, a few weeks ago, there was a birthday party. Liam’s birthday party.”

“There’s more?” Jinx inquires, leaning against the back of the chair. “Man, this is like watching three seasons of Game of Thrones in one sitting.”

“Shush, child. It was Liam’s birthday party, and Penny and Mav,” He points at them in the picture. “gave Jake a surprise. They were going to adopt him. He’s now a Mitchell.”

“But that’s absolutely wonderful! If I tell Maverick that my dad was also mean to me, would he adopt me?” She ponders, her hand on her chin.

“Nobody would want to adopt you, dumbass.” Mickey chuckles, looking for a new picture on his phone. “This girl appeared soon after, telling Maverick that she was her daughter.”

“Now you’re kidding me. It’s impossible to reunite so much trauma in one group.” She turns in her seat, grabbing her jacket.

“She’s pregnant.”

She drops the jacket and sits down. “Bullshit.”

“Twins.”

“Get outta here!”

“Rooster is the father.”

“Rooster. Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw. A father.” Mickey nods, and she looks at her empty beer. “I’m gonna need something stronger than this.”

“Maybe you can come to my house later. Where are you staying?”

“I haven’t been assigned a house yet. Do you have room?”

“Yep, one empty room. You can stay with me.”

“Just like the good ol’ days.” Jesse sighs and looks at him. “I missed you a lot, you know.”

Mickey smirks. “Just confess that you have the biggest crush on me, and we can move on.”

“Says the one that kissed me.” She teases him, a smirk appearing on her lips.

“We don’t talk about that night.” He warns her. “But yeah, I missed you, too. By the way, how is Tobby?”

She looks at her hands, sighing. “It didn’t work out. Marines and wizzos don’t work out.”

“His loss.” He grabs her helmet and stands up. “Come on, I’ll show you your new home.”

“Please, tell me that you have some tamales.” She begs, getting the jacket from the chair next to her and walking with him.

“My abuelita brought me some yesterday.”

Jinx hugs Mickey, almost making the two of them fall to the floor. “I love abuela Camila.”

“Yeah, she loves you too.”

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milkybonya · 2 years ago

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digital lover ☆ haknyeon

order 067, @sickvision : large milk tea with regular and banana tapioca pearls for tbz Haknyeon

! : mentions of a psycho ex and Hak has a restraining order on them (pls never be obsessive/toxic in ur relationships), Hak called reader 'pretty'

#: best friend!Haknyeon x gn reader, friends to lovers! , fake dating!

another day, another (fake) date with Haknyeon.

[💌: my love, i'm so sorry this took so. damn. long :( especially since it was your first request :< i hope you still enjoy it ee >_< i had fun slowly writing it bit by bit ! also tbz's comeback slays omg i'm so ?!?!]

"when you get married, i'll pay you to let me sing at your wedding," Hak says before sticking his lollipop back in his mouth.

the two of you are sat in your bedroom, just hanging out as you always do.

he removes it again to use it as a microphone while singing the most horrendous cover of a song with too many high notes to count. Haknyeon is a gorgeous singer, he just purposely sings bad sometimes to make you laugh.

he continues to bounce around your bed while singing until you speak.

"not like that, hell no," you reply but unable to hold back a smile.

you think about his words. when you get married? did he want you to get married off already? why would he be singing... wouldn't he be the groom?

you've liked your best friend, Hak, for a year now, and you've only been falling deeper and deeper. somehow, everything he does makes your heart flutter. if he's a little too close, if he wraps an arm around you, if he waits for you after your night class on campus... you're flooded with butterflies.

you're almost sure he doesn't feel the same way, though. that's why you haven't even thought about confessing. as selfish as it is, you'd rather be close to Haknyeon through this friendship than ruin it completely just to tell him your feelings.

"hey.. why are you so lost in your thoughts. don't be so boring!" Haknyeon whines, snapping you back to reality. he gently takes hold of your shoulders and shakes, filling you with giggles.

then, his phone buzzes next to your legs, entangled from Haknyeon trying to tickle you.

when he picks up to check it, you watch as his face darkens before he tosses his phone to the side.

"what happened, Hak? everything okay?"

"yeah," he mumbles.

but you know he's not okay. you don't press him further, though. instead, you tell him that if he ever wants to tell you, you'll be ready to listen.

even though a week ends up passing before he tells you, you're still ready to listen.

he asks you to meet him at a café and you find him with dark circles under his eyes, messy hair hidden under a beanie and his leg shaking up and down with how nervous he is.

"hey Hak, what's up? are you okay?"

"no, i'm not," Haknyeon tells you, frankly.

he pushes a drink towards you. of course, he knows you so well that he was able to order your favourite drink for you in advance.

"i... keep getting texts from someone and it's been bothering me. they keep calling me, too, and i'm going insane."

your heart drops. Haknyeon doesn't even have to explain. you already know who he's talking about: his psycho ex.

they broke up almost a year ago, yet Hak still keeps receiving calls and texts from them. they've even shown up to his house, followed him around. they're a complete stalker.

everything had died down for a few months after Haknyeon went to the police, but now they're back again?

"i've contacted the police and they've said that the texts and calls pose no threat, that i should just block them. i do, i keep blocking them but they keep calling with different numbers. i don't even know whose calls to answer anymore, y/n, i'm going insane."

"show me," you say, gesturing for Haknyeon's phone.

with a pout and quivering lips, he hands it to you. you scroll through the messages, filled with anger. all of them talk about how Hak will never be able to find anyone as good as them, his ex. they tell him his life is over without him, that he'll die alone.

suddenly, you have an idea.

"Hak... i know what to do. you said they stalk your instagram too, right? but you have a restraining order on them so they can't see you in person?"

Haknyeon nods along to your words.

"okay... what do you think about being digital lovers? how about we post as if we're dating and show your ex that you can be happy without them?"

your heart races as you explain your idea, and honestly you don't even expect Haknyeon to agree. you're also mad at yourself because... are you just taking advantage of the situation to act on your feelings for Hak?

despite it all, Haknyeon, with red ears, nods at you.

"let's do it. and let's start right now," he says.

"no, what the hell, this angle is so ugly?" you whine as Haknyeon attempts to take a photo of your drinks.

"i'll do it," you snap before snatching the phone out of his hands. the boy is left pouting as you do all the work.

"okay, now put your hand in and complete the heart i'm making," you say.

even feeling Haknyeon's fingers touching yours makes your heart race, but you quickly tell yourself to shut up.

"there. now post this with the caption: 'first date... already so in love'," you say.

Haknyeon scoffs. "how do you come up with the most absurd ideas?"

you stick your tongue out at him.

he shakes his head but still posts and yep, before even a minute has passed, his ex is sending him messages again.

who's that? first date with who? you're lying. you're lying i know you are. you think this will get me to leave you? you need me, Hak. you need me.

"more like they need you. how pathetic. it's okay, Hak. the more we post, the more it'll convince them. just give it time and ignore them, okay? block this new number again. and if you're ever scared or can't sleep, just come to me. it's okay," you say, patting Haknyeon's shoulder.

the look he gives you is unlike anything you've seen before. his eyes are all watery and star-filled, and he looks at you as if you're someone else. his ears are red, too.

"everything okay?" you ask, your hand on his shoulder.

"y-yeah.. just fine," he replies.

this is the first time Haknyeon starts to suspect he has feelings for you.

a few days later, the two of you go to an art gallery. there, you take plenty of cringey but cute couple-shots, none of them showing your faces. though, it's very obvious that Haknyeon is in every photo.

"y/n, this is so pretty.. it's almost as pretty as you," Haknyeon says, giggling to himself while he shows you a painting of a flower garden.

"hey, now. you don't have to act like my boyfriend in real life, too," you say, feeling flustered.

"but.. you're pretty! it's true.." Haknyeon trails off and you clear your throat, unconsciously taking his hand as you guide him to the next painting.

Haknyeon's heart races and so does yours.

it's the second time Haknyeon realizes he's falling for you.

another day, another (fake) date with Haknyeon. the two of you walk hand-in-hand through the downtown streets while you snap pictures of your interlocked fingers. Haknyeon keeps fidgeting, not knowing what to do with his free hand and constantly worrying that he'll start sweating and you'll be grossed out by his wet palms.

"Hak, your hand looks weird... like, too stiff? just relax!" you say.

he clears his throat and nods with a small small. despite trying his best, he still looks too stiff and you decide to just head into a café to rest.

"you know what, i think your ex is still being annoying because they haven't seen your s/o's face.. maybe we should show our faces this time?" you point out.

"ah, but then.. all our friends will think we're for real, too," Haknyeon says, sadly.

and... so what? wouldn't that be good, too?

you nod your head, pointing your phone at the cake/drinks and Haknyeon who sits across from you. though, he stops you. he takes the phone out of your hands and takes a deep breath in through his nose.

he knows it. he knows it, now. he likes you.

"what if.. what if we do post a photo of our faces... as a real couple?" he asks, only meeting your eyes after he's done speaking.

"hm?"

Haknyeon clears his throat and tries again. "y/n.. what if we date for real?"

your heart starts racing as you take in the sincerity in his eyes.

"do you.. like me?" you ask.

Haknyeon slowly nods and you're filled with butterflies.

"i like you too, Hak... l-let's take a selfie this time, then," you say, grinning as Haknyeon quickly gets up to sit beside you instead of across from you.

he carefully wraps an arm around you as you take the photo. the second the shutter goes off, he turns and gently presses his lips to your cheek.

"i've always wanted to do that," he says, cheekily.

"but Hak. how can you sing at my wedding if you're my husband?" you ask, reminding Hak of when his ex first started texting him while the two of you were together at your place.

he grins, poking your cheek.

"i can sing and marry you, y/n. all for free!"

you smile back at him and rest your head on his chest.

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