#drink lots of water n eat snacks

[ryusxnka-moved]

You will all acknowledge my boy!!

[dirtylilspawn]

hi, i recently discovered your account, and now i'm just in love with your fics, i really liked the headcanons about reader manhandling lads boys. Can you do a reverse version? like, if they wanted to take revenge.

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Summary: The lads boys manhandle you right back.

Fandom: Love & Deepspace

Parings: [Rafayel x Fem!Reader, Sylus x Fem!Reader, Caleb x Fem!Reader, Xavier x Fem!Reader, Zayne x Fem!Reader]

A/N: Hi!!! I'm so happy you like my fics especially the manhandling one, I had fun writing it. And it seems like a lot of people love it haha! Pls don't be afraid to ask anything else you want me to write next. Give me some more good inspiration yall, for me to work on lol. Manhandled pt. 1

Warnings: Fluff & humor, some suggestive stuff, cursing, jealousy, drunk reader

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RAFAYEL

You and Rafayel frequently visit the beach whenever you can.

A was special place for the both of you.

It was summer break, a good excuse to once again visit the ocean together. Staying away from the heat, enjoying each other's company, eating great food, and walking along the sandy beach. That was your typical outing with Rafayel. And if you were feeling more adventurous, Rafayel would take you deep diving along the ocean floors. The two of you swimming along the currents, seeing the beauty of every coral reef or fish, and many other sea life.

Right now, your whole body was floating along the calm waters.

Your back and legs carried by the cool ocean, cradling you with ease. Your eyes were connected with the bright blue sky above you; a few small clouds pass by but otherwise it was a clear sky today. You smiled while letting out a chilled sigh.

You came over to Rafayel's place, wanting to use his private beach to relax and have fun. It has been a suffering hot for the last two weeks, and you needed a break. You didn't even ask him, the moment you showed up to his home, you were already in your two-piece swimsuit. A pretty white bikini with pink shell tracings along the edges, strings wrapping around your neck and upper torso, while the bottoms had string bows on the side of your waist. You also wore a pink see-through coverup with sandals. And to top it off, you held a basket filled with sandwiches, drinks, snack, desserts, that the two of you enjoyed.

This was a surprise of course, but a very openly welcomed surprise to Rafayel none-the-less. Seeing you in such a visually pleasing bikini was nothing but perfection in Rafayel's world, plus there was food, so really, he couldn't deny you. If he could, he'd tell you to dress like that all the time, 24/7. The only problem would be the onlookers gawking over your beauty, plus he knew you'd be against it anyways. A man can only dream.

Anyway, your thoughts soon came to a halt as you suddenly wondered to yourself, where the heck was your boyfriend? He was here with you during the early day, bathing in the sun, playing few games, swimming together. But as you look to both your sides seeing empty water, and Rafayel's beach cabana empty. You can't even hear him, and you were starting to get a bit anxious.

The last time you heard his voice before relaxing on top of the ocean, was that he'll be right back. That he was going to get something before returning to you. That was seven minutes ago

You didn't know what he was trying to do or get at, but it shouldn't take that long...right?

"Rafayel!?"

You called out as your body was still floating above the water. You hear nothing, no reply back. The only sounds were the wind blowing through some trees, and the swishing of the ocean underneath you.

"Where is he? He didn't ditch me...did he?"

You bite your lip, eyes staring up at the sky with a narrowed glare. Your throat emitting an annoyed groan as another minute passes on.

"He wouldn't...I bet he's scheming something...I can feel it..."

You quiet yourself to hear anything, anything at all. You didn't know why but you had a gut feeling that something was not up. You heart starts to pick up, making you feel on edge. Another minute of calm silence stresses you out as you shake your head.

"Okay that's it! I'm done waiting around, where the hell-AAH!!"

Before you could even get up and search for Rafayel, a strong hand starts to wrap around your legs, while the other hand made its way to your back. The mysterious person picked up from the water, holding you close. You're still screaming in horror at the sudden action, squirming in this person's arms, wondering how a stranger wandered into Rafayel's beach. But all those screams die down as you see your mischievous boyfriend with that annoying grin of his as he stared down at you. His whole-body drench with water, droplets from his hair landing onto your chest.

Rafayel then leans into your neck with rampant amounts of kisses. You sputter out nonsense as he continues to do this before leaning away to give you a sly wink.

"Hey princess, didn't miss me too much did ya~?"

"R-Rafayel! What! Why! You...jerk!"

Your terror went to confusion, which went to anger as you grabbed at his cheeks. Shaking his head with so much frustration causing the man to yelp himself getting away from your attack.

"Okay okay! I'm sorry, stop shaking me! You don't want me to drop you, do ya?"

You stop shaking him, but your pout still remains of your face as your arms were crossed against your chest.

"Where were you?"

"I wasn't that far away, just down below the reefs to find this."

Rafayel hand that was on your back reveals on your side a beautiful conch seashell. The outside a shiny iridescent silver refection, with the sun's rays, you could see the tiny rainbows reflected around the surface. On the inside material was a light violet color, its smooth base glittering, drops of water tracing the shell as if they were pearls. This was indeed beautiful shell, one that Rafayel motioned for you to take into your hands which you did. Your fingertips trace the patterns of the conch shell; it was the size of your palm.

"Isn't it beautiful, thought I find the most extravagant shell I can find, for the most extravagant woman here.

You didn't say anything, as you could feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, feeling a bit silly for worrying so much. Feeling embarrassed how the thought of him being underwater was a possibility. You look away from him, clutching the shell close to your chest.

"...it's pretty..."

Rafayel chuckles leaning in to give you a sweet kiss to your cheek. He starts to walk his way back to the shore.

"I'm sorry for scaring you princess, are you mad at me?"

You sigh, eyes returning to his as you smiled back at him.

"No, just next time bring me with you, I like it when we do things together."

Rafayel kisses your cheeks again, his nose brushing with yours.

"Fully noted. Though, I have to admit, hearing your screams was a lot funnier than I expected, cute even. I might want to hear it again~"

Rafayel stops, the ocean water only encompassing his whole waist. His arms start to get lose around your legs and back. He then teases by swaying you around in his arms, as if he has the nerve to throw you out of his embrace, and into the water harshly. You give him a glare, as you wrapped one arm around his neck securely.

"Don't even try fish boy."

Rafayel could only shiver at your threat, a playful yet nervous grin, as he continues to walk out of the ocean and onto the sandy shore.

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SYLUS

You got into a fight.

No, not a serious fight where tensions rise in one's relationship that causes problems, no. I mean a petty silly fight that started out as a small disagreement, only to result in the both of you - mostly you - giving each other the silent treatment. Honestly you forgotten what the argument as about. Maybe it was about work life, or maybe it was that you had a bad day, whatever it was it made you pretty stubborn to talk to him. Always avoiding him, giving him sarcastic huffs, turning your head upward like some snotty rich girl. Refusing to acknowledge his presence in a very playful yet still mad stubborn kind of way.

He knows this, and he finds it adorable.

How his kitten is refusing any sort of affection due to one silly argument. Playing hard to get as he tries lure you in with apologies and love, while all you do is turn your head the other way. Like a stranger pushing a bowl of milk to a stray cat as it hisses in retaliation. He found it absolutely cute, but the cuteness soon died down into a slight irritation.

"My you sure are a sight for the eyes girly~"

"Aw thank you."

Sylus scoffed watching the sleezy older man compliment you like some common whore for him to take. He could overhear the whole conversation between you and him through an earpiece the two of you shared. And the more that bastard talk to you, the more upset Sylus got.

You were undercover obviously, gathering personal intel from a powerful criminal the frequented this nightclub in the N109 zone. You told Sylus about it in a very brief manner, expecting to go alone on this but the Onychinus leader came along with you. Because he'll be damned if he didn't, and he was right. He knows that this little argument between you and him was just no more than playful banter between you both, there was no actual problem. He knows inside you had already forgiven him, even though you won't admit it. He liked that aspect of your stubbornness, but now he didn't, because now he has to watch another man talk to you while you laugh and smile at his words - not actually - and he can't even get two words in before you turn away.

It bothered him.

And it bothered him even more when he sees this old man start to get fresh. His dirty hands making their way to your exposed thigh. Making his way up your thigh, a goal to get underneath your short red dress. A dress he had bought for you one time, a dress that he can only undress and feel up underneath.

Yeah, he's had enough of this.

Time to put an end to your game.

You on the other hand were trying so hard not to punch the man in the face. Your face twitching in anger but still acting coy and sweet, swatting the old man 's hand playfully off, giggling, but deep down you were seething. You just wanted to go home with Sylus and end this night quickly. Just a little more info, then you can finally go.

Your thoughts were soon interrupted when you can see your intimidating boyfriend waltz right up to the private corner where you and your suspect were sitting. He parted the crowd of dancers with ease, his face stone cold and serious, as his red eyes glowered at the scene in front of him. You cursed inside, as Sylus is now right in front of you. His big body looming over yours as you sat nervously.

"Time to go dove."

It was all he said, you were happy he's here. Happy that he came to get you. But at the same time the stubbornness from before rises, now upset at him for blowing your mission. You sat up hands pushing at his chest gently to make him go back, but the man does not bulge an inch.

"What are yo-"

"Hey, were busy here pal."

The elder man then suddenly gets up; he glares at Sylus while bringing you back close to him. His arm and hand wrapped around your waist, making you cringe not liking being this close to the guy. Before you could even say anything, or push this man away, you saw the familiar dark red and black mist of Sylus evol activating around the old man. He grunts in pain, his whole body capsulated by the powerful evol making his hand come off your waist. It crushed him a bit all before he was suddenly thrown back against the leather couch. He let's out a painful groan, as his body sags pathetically.

You watch this, only to gasp loudly yourself as you had found yourself being picked up by Sylus. Your whole body thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, ass sticking out and your dress ridding up your thighs making you blush heavily.

"Sylus!"

"We're going now."

He simply says before making his way out of the club, parting the shocked crowded of people that witness the embarrassing scene. As if that wasn't enough, Sylus gave your ass a sharp spank to your cheek making you cry out with shock. Your butt wiggling at the stinging - but very pleasurable - slap to your ass. You whine as you cover your face from the lingering eyes, you did this until Sylus makes his way outside the club. His feet stop as he made it to his motorcycle where he had parked it.

"Sylus put me down!"

"I don't think so kitten you're in time out."

"Time out!?"

"Well, until you apologize and say that you won't ignore me. Otherwise, you'll be staying up here for a while~"

Is your boyfriend seriously putting you in air jail until you apologize for ignoring him. You sigh, rubbing your hand on your forehead, cheeks puff out as you try to wiggle out of this. But it was no use, as he held a firm grip on you. His hand running up and down your smooth back thigh, teasing yet comforting. Honestly it felt so much better having his hand on your thigh than that old man's hand. So much better.

"Mmm...sorry..."

"What was that kitten I couldn't hear you."

You can just hear the smirk on his face stretching. It made grumble more, arms crossed as you looked at the ground in defeat.

"I sorry, I won't ignore you anymore...now can you put me down! I'm starting to get dizzy here."

"Seems you have forgotten the magic words that go to that sentence."

You let out a long groan, your body slumping his his hold. You can hear his signature laugh which made you want to just hide away and curl up into a little ball. With man was going to be the death of you with his endless teasing.

"Please put me down."

Sylus lets out a hum of approval before setting you back down on the cement ground. You stumble a bit on your heels before looking up at him flustered. He grins down at you, eyes racking every part of your body making you feel so small. He raises a hand to caress your cheek affectionately. Sylus then leans down to give your lips a brief but passionate kiss on your glossed lips. You close your eyes leaning in gor more. All those times ignoring his advances made you realize just how touched starved you are with this man.

He pulls away, which made you whine - he definitely heard - moving to near towards your ear. Making you shiver feeling his breath against your skin lightly.

"Good girl, now let's get back home so we can make up properly. You kept avoiding me for so long, it's about time I take my well-deserved fill~"

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CALEB

"Hmm...where are you pipsqueak?!"

A goofy smile made it to your face as you hide behind a tree from Caleb. Your back against the wide tree, looking over to see Caleb walking along the glassy fields slowly with a grin stretching his lips. Heart pounding in your chest at the prospect of getting caught by him. You try as much to stifle your own laugher or breaths as he inches closer to where you were.

It was a very bright warm day today, Caleb suggested going out and taking a nice walk around the park meadows nearby. You agreed to this and spent your whole day with Caleb as you walked around the park. Passing by kids who run along the sidewalk or hanged around the jungle gym. Food venders who you defiantly stop by, grabbing something to eat with their delicious food. And couples ranging from your age to elderly ones that sat on benches complimenting you and Caleb and your youth.

It was a very peaceful day.

Once you guys made it to the widespread meadow, you couldn't help but feel a bit playful with him. Before he could even say anything, you start to run away from him, taunting about how he couldn't catch you. Making Caleb grin with amusement and run right after you. The both of you laughing and giggling like little kids. It felt so cliche yet wholesome at the same time running after each other in a field of flowers. It was moments like these that Caleb treasures the most, just having so much fun with you, seeing the look of happiness on your face.

"[Y/N]! You can't hide forever."

You hear Caleb call out, but you didn't respond, as you were still hiding behind the tree you picked out. You slid down the tree into a kneeling crouch, staying as quiet as you could so he couldn't hear. You can hear the faint steps of shoes crunching on the grassy ground come closer and closer. Your heart pounding heavily inside your chest, until suddenly you couldn't hear his footsteps anymore.

You wait a few moments and still you couldn't hear Caleb, nor did he call out again. It was silent, too silent.

You got up from crouching and turn yourself around to look around the tree, seeing no trace of where Caleb was. This caused your heart to skip in fear. You curse inside your head before backing away, knowing Caleb probably would jump out and likely find where you are. You had to get out of there quickly.

And so you do back away.

Right into Calebs chest.

His lips right next your ear, with and evil smirk stretching across his lips.

"Gotcha~"

"Aah!"

Before you know it, his hands grappled your waist, immediately going into a full-on tickle fight. His fingers digging into your sides, tickling you with no mercy whatsoever. You laugh, tears pricking your eyes as you try to move away from his assault. But no, this boy had an iron hold on you.

"Caleb! Haha...w-wait nooo~!"

"After running from me, this is your punishment pipsqueak~"

You whine and moan trying to find a way to get out of this situation. It wasn't until you both found yourself on the ground where you had found an opportunity. His body towered over yours as he stops tickling you for a moment, watching as you trying to catch your breath. The moment you do was the moment you striked, as your hands were placed upon his shoulders. Pushing him over onto the grass with you straddling his waist.

"Ha! Take that!"

Caleb laughs grinning with playful mischief.

"The games not over yet babe!"

His hands are on your waist again as he then tackles you back down, rolling you onto the grass while he was right above you again. Your shock face turns into determination, taking that as a challenge. You roll over him again to pin him down, and he does the same. The both of you laughing about as the two of your rolled along the meadow, trying to pin one another.

It wasn't until Calbe gets dizzy that he stops this. Forcefully manhandling you down with much ease. His hands now pinning your wrists above your head. He pants heavily, looking down at you with his own victorious smile; his looming presence shadows your own body. You try to wiggle away with no avail, Caleb having too much of a hold on you. No match for his ridiculous amount of strength.

"Give up?"

You grunt before letting out a long sigh, head dropping on ground hair messy as well as your clothes. It was a simple pair of jean shorts and [F/C] shirt. He was messy as well, you can see a few grass strands cling to his body, shirt, and pants. A few specks of dirt here and there. His hair was messy, his dog tag necklace dangling above you. You can feel your cheeks heat up, defeated and embarrassed.

You grumble to yourself, looking away from his lingering gaze which made him chuckle. Thinking just how cute you were pinned beneath him, it made his heart flutter.

"Fine, I give up.

Caleb hums, "Good."

He leans down to kiss your lips making your eyes widen but lean into the kiss anyway. He pulls away only to cover your entire face with kisses, causing you to giggle from his cute actions. He continues to do this, even going down to your neck which made you chuckle even more.

Caleb then sighs blissfully in between you neck and shoulder.

He stops and let's go of your wrists, only for him to put his full body weight on top of you. His head laying on your chest nuzzling you, his eyes closed as he basks in this moment the two of you shared.

"Agh, Caleb your heavy...get off~"

"Hmm...nah, let's stay like this for a little while more..."

He says this holding you close like you were so teddy bear. You sigh as you look up at the clear blue sky, feeling the cool wind on your face making you feel a bit drowsy yourself. Your hands wrapped around his head, hands threading through his dark brown locks. Nails scratching his scalp making him groan, burring his head more into your chest.

Everything felt so peaceful and calm in that very moment.

That is until something shifts and prods against your mid-thigh.

"Uh...Caleb?"

"Sorry squeaks, you can't really blame me here."

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XAVIER

He got a call from Tara.

Saying something about helping her with you in the mix of things, it sounded urgent. So of course, Xavier immediately got up to go over to where you were. You told Xavier that you were going out with Tara and Simone for a girl's night out. Just a simple date with the crew, drinking and some karaoke. He smiles to this, saying to be careful and have fun, giving you a kiss as he watched you head out.

And now he watches as you were singing your heart out to some random song, standing on top of a table, microphone in hand, as you slur the lyrics to the song badly. He watched this drunk you in action with amusement but worry. Tara was also there watching the hilarious scene, but she was sat next to Simone who was also heavily drunk, cheering you on with slurred "Whoos", her eyes barely open. Tara was holding her up as she was slumped against the couch, trying to get her to drink water.

"It's been like this for an hour; can you take care of [Y/N]. I have to get Simone back to her place; it's a bit far."

Xavier nods his head, "Yeah, I'll take care of her. You go on ahead."

Tara nods and she gets up bring Simone on her feet. She wobbles and whines about how she wants to stay more, but Tara declines that. She had already called a taxi to come pick them up. Both exit the room, leaving just you and Xavier. You didn't even know Xavier was in the room, to focused on the song at hand.

That was until Xavier grabbed the remote and paused the karaoke game on the tv, the room now silent, making you groan and turn to him. There was a pout on your face, but it soon turned to a goofy smile as you saw your boyfriend was here.

"Xaaavier, your here!"

You lifted up your arms joyfully making Xavier chuckle.

"[Y/N] what are you doing?"

You laugh.

"I'm singing obviously, duuh, c-come on up...and sing with meee~"

You start to dance on top of the table, making it wobble. And Xavier catches this, worried about your well-being.

"I think you done enough singing for today angel, how about we go home."

You turn to him with a sad pout.

"What? Nooo...the night is young just one more song pleeeease~"

"You're drunk [Y/N], you have to come home."

Your head shakes, as you crossed your arms like a child.

"How dare you good sir, I'm not drunk...can a drunk person dance like this!"

You then dance terribly on top of the table, limbs moving carelessly in the air, your skirt flowing with every movement of your hips. Xavier sees this and shakes his head with a laugh exiting his lips. He found this adorable; you completely wasted dancing like nobody watching. It almost made him wish he had his phone to record this silly moment of you.

But his amusement turned into worry as he saw the table wobbling again, this time more frequently.

"[Y/N], how about we get down-"

"No way party pooper, I'm not fini-"

The table buckled violently underneath you, causing you to stumble and fall. The microphone in your hand falling out and onto the floor with a loud thud. You gasp, heart pounding in your chest as you felt the scary sensation of falling. But Xavier being the quick person he is caught you just in time. His arms wrapped around your waist securely, as you had wrapped your arms around his neck. Xavier made your legs wrap around his waist, his hands holding your thighs so you wouldn't go anywhere. Your body was shaking from the frightening fall, sobering you up just a bit.

"Uhm...you know what...your right...I should probably get home...yeah."

You said as you try to calm your frantic heart, clinging onto Xavier like a life preserver. You can hear him chuckle at your words in your ear, his hand rubbing your back soothingly. He doesn't say anything but walk over to grab an un-open bottled water for you and your purse. His one hand still carrying you with no struggle. You can feel your heats heat up in embarrassment, as you and Xavier walked out of the karaoke room. A few passersby's watching confused at the situation.

You moan, hiding your face in his neck, you can feel the chill air of the night as Xavier walks out the building.

"Here, drink."

Xavier orders you to drink the water, presenting it to you. You grab the bottle, unscrewing the cap before taking a nice swig of water down your throat. One hand was wrapped around his neck while the other clutched the bottle, groaning at the cool refreshing water. Xavier continued to walk down the sidewalk, his hands clutching underneath your thighs that still was wrapped around his waist. You stop drinking the water when done, the liquid reaching the bottom of the bottle, as it was almost finished. You let out a long sigh, resting your head on Xavier's shoulder.

"Feeling a bit better?"

"Mhm..."

You mumbled with a yawn. There was silence between you two as Xavier continued to walk with you still in his arms. You can still feel the embarrassment still lingering in your cheeks. Your boyfriend seeing your dance ridiculously while also carrying you like a child. You can see a few more people walk along the sidewalk seeing this embarrassing situation you've gotten yourself in. You wiggle in Xavier's tight grasp he has on you. His manhandling on you getting to your head, but he doesn't care as he holds on to you tightly not wanting to let you go.

"Y-You know you can set me down now, I can walk."

Xavier smiles shaking his head. He leans into your neck giving you sweet butterfly kisses all before he nips at your neck with his teeth. Causing you to gasp and whine more, face hotter than before.

"No, I think I'll hold you till we get back. Who knows what will happen if I let you go. You might just climb up one of these lamp posts and start dancing~"

"Xaaavier.."

Yeah, you had a feeling he'd hold this over you for a while.

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ZAYNE

"Are you going to wear those?"

That's the question Zayne asked you firsthand. Seeing you place on a pair of nice heels on. Heels that were a little higher than the normal pair of heels you would usually wear to a formal event. The two of you were going out to a fancy gathering with some of Zayne's collogues. There was a plus one, and Zayne asked if you had wanted to accompany him to which you had said yes. Knowing that he finds you company to these certain event barrable then if he had gone alone.

You looked up at him with a coy smile stretched across your lips. You hand leaving your feet as you just finished placing the second heel on your right foot. You stand up giving him a good spin around, showcasing your beautiful outfit to him. A long silver dress, your hair up in a tight bun, earrings, a necklace, and those high heels.

"What? The heels? You don't like them?"

Zayne doesn't say anything, only starting down at the shiny silver heels you wore. He adjusts his tie on his tux, as his body was facing a bedroom mirror.

"They're a bit higher than what you normally wear my love."

You get what he was saying to you, that these heels were too much. How he was worried you'd be too uncomfortable all throughout the evening wearing them. Getting yourself hurt making it unbearable to walk. But you were too confident and stubborn, thinking nothing of it when putting on these heels. You looked too good in your outfit, and these heels topped it off, you figured you could handle them.

"Yeah, but I can handle them perfectly see."

You walked like a model on a runway, showing him how you were comfortable with these heels on your feet. You then turn to him with a playful smirk, a hand on your hips.

"See, easy no need to worry I'm fine."

Zayne cocks a brow up as he looks at you for a moment, as if scanning your expressions. He then sighs rolling his eyes back over to the mirror he was facing, checking out his appearance for the final time.

"Alright then, don't come complaining to me when your feet are in agony."

You puff your cheeks at him, sticking your tongue out playfully.

"Oh please! I'm stronger than I look, I bet I can even last the whole night!"

Zayne lets out a small huff of a laugh, while shaking his head, a small but all-knowing grin curling the corner of his lips.

"I know you're strong honey, c'mon it's about time we head out."

And that's where are story leads us, to you sitting on an expensive couch in a private room with Zayne. Your legs and feet propped up on Zayne's lap as his rough hands massaged the soles of your feet. His suit jacket was off, as the sleeves of his black dress blazer was rolled up to his elbows showing his scars. You were dramatically laying back against the couch's armrest, letting out pitiful groans and whines. Your head was tilt back to the decorative ceiling; the feeling of Zayne's hands massage you making you sigh with relief.

Thirty minutes.

Once you reached the thirty-minute mark of wearing those heels, began the intense pain that came after it. You tried your best to stifle the pain away, tried to grin your best smile while taking to many of Zanye's collogues. But the searing pain of those damn heels digging into your skin, making your feet sore with every second. The constant ache with every step you took. Hell, you even stumbled a bit which made people question if you're okay which was embarrassing. It wasn't until you actually stumble and fall into you boyfriend's arms that you knew you were done.

Here was your boyfriend, guiding you to a private room away from the massive party of onlookers. Guiding you gently to the couch so you can sit. He doesn't say anything, he doesn't need to say anything because you already know what's going through his mind.

"I guessing this is the part where you say I told you so."

Zayne chuckles at your pouty tone. Even with your disgruntled appearance he still finds you absolutely gorgeous. One of his hands ran up and down your legs, your dress ridding up a bit, as his hands made contact with your thigh causing you to shiver. He gives you thigh a good squeeze before lifting your right foot up, making you quirk an eyebrow at him. But it soon went away when his lips pressed a chaste kiss against your ankle. Giving you a good number of kisses till he reached about twelve.

"I wouldn't stoop to such lows my beloved."

He speaks sending a painfully blissful pressure point to your bottom foot causing you to whimper. God, when it came to massages, he was so great at them, always manhandling your body, subduing you into a messy puddle.

"But I will say next time please don't compromise your own health just because of some fashionable clothes, okay?"

You look up at him, seeing his gentle expression towards you. Your heart flickers, giving him small smile back.

"Okay...sorry for cutting the party short."

"No apologies needed, I wasn't really focused on it anyway...now-"

Zayne had placed your legs and feet aside before standing up from the couch. He then gets his suit jacket and places it along your shoulders. He gets your heels in one hand, before wrapping his left arm around you to pick you up. You gasp in shock, wrapping your arms around your neck as he picks you up, one hand with ease. He gives you a smirk, making your cheeks flush and stomach twist.

"-Let's get you back home so I can take care of you."

"B-But wait! What about the others? Seeing me like this in your arms?"

Zayne only walks back to the door that led you to the private room, his right hand the held your heels operating to twist the door handle.

"I'll just say I'm tending to my dear patient who's in need of my assistance~"

And that's exactly what he said, though a big portion of embarrassment still resided inside you as you were carried away. All because a pair of some stupid heels.

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[seungfl0wer]

Bangchan As Your Boyfriend

Bangchan | Minho | Changbin | Hyunjin | Han | Felix | Seungmin | Jeongin

Contains Smut 🩵

•He’s such a cute, giggly, bushy mess. He’s so giddy about everything.

•Finds everything you do just so damn cute.

•One of his favorite things is when you get to talking about something you love.

•The way you’re so excited about it just makes him smile while listing.

•The sparkle in your eyes just makes his heart do flips.

•Another thing he absolutely just melts at is you in his clothes.

•He finds it so cute and attractive just seeing you in his shirts/hoodies.

•The day he finds you all curled up in bed in his hoodie snuggling up to his pillow.

•Ugh man feels like his heart is on fire.

•He’s such a sweet Clingy man.

•Wants to always be touching you in some way.

•Is he slightly possessive or is he just doing loving boyfriend things?

•The answer is yes. Yes to both.

•He always has a hand on you. Either on your thigh, holding your hand, touching your arms. Anything.

•He’s very thoughtful.

•Remembers all the things you tell him.

•So when he’s traveling and sees your favorite animal, snack or favorite character in that one show you guys binge watched.

•He’s buying it for you.

•Speaking of buying things.

•Loves buying you both matching clothes.

•Finds it so adorable.

•He’s getting you both a whole wardrobe of couple outfits.

•Just loves showing you off.

•Talks non-stop about you.

•”y/n loves those!” “Omg those are y/ns faves!”

•“Y/n and I come here all the time” “y/n did this funny thing today”

•Plans out time for his schedule to make sure he has time to spend with you.

•Does in fact cry when he’s away from you for too long.

•He gets you to wear one of his hoodies for a while before leaving so he can snuggle it.

•Also cries into that.

•He’s just so head over heels for you it hurts being away for so long.

•When he does eventually come home.

•He’s all over you.

•You’re not leaving his sight for at least a week straight.

•He’s gonna be glued to you.

•Arms wrapped around you.

•Telling you how much he missed you. How much he wants to take you to the places he was.

•Giving you all the things he found for you.

•Also apologizing for leaving you for so long.

•Which you always playfully smack him telling him

•“I don’t mind, I knew when we started dating this would happen. At least at the end of everything you come back to me.”

•Your words always bringing tears to his eyes.

•Mans has a whole folder of songs he’s made for you.

•There’s some he’s shown you but a lot are special.

•For special occasions like birthdays/anniversaries.

•He also has a whole folder of pictures/videos of you.

•A lot. A LOT. Of unflattering ones.

•Has those saved in a special folder so you can’t delete them.

•He thinks they’re cute but you think they’d be perfect blackmail material.

•He really enjoys your input on things.

•Music, style, life. He really likes to hear what you have to say.

•Always checks up on you, just simple “did you eat today?” Or “Did you drink water?”

•Sends the sweetest good morning texts

•And you know something?

•The spark yall have never dies.

•The longer you date, the more he knows he’s gonna marry you.

•He falls more and more in love with you every day.

•Truly heart eyes for you constantly.

•Chan is really just the best, he’s so caring, compassionate and just.. the man you want forever with.

•And nothing would make you happier than to spend that forever with him.

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•As loving as he is normally that transfers to love making.

•And that’s what it is.

•Love making.

•He’s so sensational, and passionate.

•You both definitely sit down and talk about what you both like.

•Chan always wants to make sure you’re comfortable.

•But god does he just lose control sometimes.

•His mind goes as he’s fucking you.

•He looks like a dog with his tongue basically hanging out.

•The noises he makes are so hot-

•This man’s vocal on a daily you think he’s not in bed?

•If he’s not making noises he’s talking.

•Big into talking.

•”Baby, you feel so good” “ah you’re taking me so good”

•”My love your milking my cock-“ “you’re so good for me baby”

•Ugh-

•Definitely loves interlocking hands.

•He can get a little rough sometimes.

•Spanking, Choking, hair pulling, probably has a daddy kink.

•I said what I said.

•We all know he does-

•He’s such a softy though.

•Soft dom for sure

•Always. Always makes sure you cum.

•You could have been an absolute brat.

•And yeah he’s gonna punish you but honestly.

•He’s gonna let you cum.

•Even if he says he won’t.

•He will.

•He always does.

•Also listen-

•This man’s going down on you often.

•So often.

•He just can’t get over how you sound.

•Can’t get over how you look when his tongue is lapping at your hole.

•Really just drives him crazy.

•So much aftercare. Ugh dude-

•Cleans you up, cuddles you, gets you a snack and a drink.

•”You did so well baby” “it’s ok baby I’m here I’m not going anywhere ever. I love you”

💙 If you’d like to read more of my stuff you can find it Here: Master List . Thank you for reading and if requests are open or you just wanna talk feel free to send me something🩵

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» pairing: arrogant!sunghoon x bratty!reader

» summary: it's nearing the end of mid-term season, and sunghoon is truly on the brink of death. luckily, his roommates have a solution to help him recuperate from the treacherous week: one large ass, big ass, loud ass party. even if it may not be his scene normally , sunghoon figures there's no harm in trying it out. little did he know, from the moment he would step foot into that house, the night was going to be full of mistakes.

» genre + warnings: college au, alcohol consumption, heavy kissing + hard make outs, lots of arguments, hickies, rough sex (like rough), choking, unprotected sex (DONT DO THAT), cream pies, dirty talking, t e n s i on, mean!dom sunghoon, batty!sub reader, enemies to NO lovers, shitty depictions of sim jake and lee heeseung (don't take this seriously)

» w.c: 10.9k

» a/n: not on time, but at least it's within the hour! (no its not) still, give me some credit...

» taglist: @indigoez @jakeswifez @aanniikkaa-blog @slut4hee @heeknow @rairaiblog-blog @no1likeneo @d-dilemma @soobingf-blog @shuaxzcake @mingyuslice @heelovesmeknot @mitmit01 @hpnsfwaddict @jooniesbears-blog @notrosemary @remii830@jooniesbears-blog @pasteltheghost16 @goodforgyu @sunghoonsbigcoketip

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Entering his shared apartment, Sunghoon is quick to throw off his backpack and sling off his coat. He doesn’t even bother putting them in their designated spots, rather deciding to leave the items scattered about. Yep, he's that out of it, that he doesn’t even care for the mess just now created.

Despite having recently finished his latest mid-term exam, it's as if the burden of stress still weighs on him. His shoulders are tense, there's pressure in his head, his eyes are hanging low. Truthfully, he doesn't even remember the last time he smiled within the past week. Mid-terms were absolutely brutal this time around.

The only saving grace is the fact that it's now done. Finally. After damn near killing himself for the past week and a half; the sleepless nights, the treacherous study hours. Even if he may not have his results for some time now, he's just glad to have it over with.

“Thank, god.” He mumbles more to himself. Currently, he’s beelining straight into the kitchen and to the refrigerator.

He grabs the first water bottle seen, and waste no time screwing the cap off and gulping down sections of liquid. Because of the back to back exams, he couldn’t even find time to properly eat or drink anything, leaving him parched and fatigued. He swings his head forward to cut off the remaining water flow, a small gasp falling from his throat as well.

Little huffs continuously erupt from Sunghoon. Today must’ve worn him out even more than he realized. So much so, that he finds himself going in for another swing, downing the bottle half empty until-

“Holy shit, dude!”

Sunghoon rips the bottle away from his mouth, slightly startled from the sudden outbreak. There, standing in the kitchen, is his roommate and close friend, Sim Jake. Who from the looks of it- with his messy hair, oversized shirt/shorts combo, and titled glasses -probably either just woke up or got done boning someone.

Maybe….both?

“Did you just run a fucking marathon? Why are you drinking it like that?” Jake questions as he goes in above to reach for the cabinet. He originally came in for some snacks, only to get jumpscared by his roommate acting strange.

Realizing he must have looked crazy, Sunghoon lets out a small chuckle, “I just got done with my last exam, and now I’m exhausted.”

“Clearly...” Jake mutters. Quickly, he retrieves a couple of chip bags then closes the cubby door, “But, I hear you. I mean, you did take 19 credit hours this semester. Probably wasn’t gonna be a walk in the park when it came to the tests.”

And to that, Sunghoon could only nod in agreement. Yes, he’s fully aware how psychotic it must have been to request 19 hours this semester. But, Sunghoon has his reasons for doing so, plus he was certain he could have handled it. Now….not so much. If this amount of stress is already getting to him, he doesn’t even want to think about finals week.

Jake lets his own words linger as he’s about ready to step out of the kitchen. Before doing just that, he catches a glimpse of Sunghoon’s face, causing him to instead move in closer. Eyeing the stoic boy, Jake’s face scrunches, “Oh, god. Dude, and your eye bags are getting darker. How much sleep have you been getting?”

With a ‘tch’, Sunghoon swats the boy away and does a side step from the space invasion. He opts to leave the crammed space and book it towards the connected living room, “None, basically. I was hauling ass these past couple of weeks to prepare for mid-terms. In which, there’s no such thing as sleep.”

As he flops down on to the couch, a laborious groan leaves his chest and even that surprises Sunghoon. God, what’s wrong with him? Jake follows him into the living room as well, watching the way Sunghoon’s body stiffly sinks into the cushions.

“Jesus Christ,” Jake comments, the scene unfolding before his very eyes becoming increasingly sad. It looks as if Sunghoon has strained something in the process of….relaxing? and is now rubbing his lower back, “No wonder Y/N called you a hallowed-out machine the other day. It’s like you’re wearing down more and more by the hour.”

At the mention of your name, Sunghoon’s neck snaps up towards Jake’s vicinity. Jake, in turn, finds himself shuffling backwards slightly out of fear, “Don’t you dare speak her name in this apartment. Are you asking for a death wish?”

He and his other roommate, Heeseung, know the rules: no mentions of you ever. It irks him every single time. Coupled with the fact that Jake had brought up the insult thrown at him not too long ago by you? Yeah, maybe he did have a death wish.

Jake swiftly raises his hands in the air as a sign of surrendering, “Look, I’m just saying. You’re so rigid, your spine doesn’t even curve.” Sunghoon instinctively glances behind his shoulder, then goes to straighten his back. Well, as much as he could.

Regarding him, Jake continues, “You’ve been stressed out of your mind lately, Hoon. And now, you can’t even relax properly.”

The disgruntled boy scoffs, shifting around in his seat briefly, “Oh, fuck off…” It also didn’t help that minor sounds of his back cracking occurred.

“I’m being serious!” Throwing his arms out, Jake tries to emphasize his point by a, ‘just look at you!’ claim of evidence. Sunghoon merely jeers, opposing his statements.

Just as the conversation gained traction, out comes Lee Heeseung from his room, a bowl of finished noodles in hand as he slurps the last remaining ramen. He gets only a couple steps in when he gazes up and stops in his tracks, and with wide eyes, he darts back and forth between the always stressed out Sunghoon and a growing stressed out Jake.

He swallows his food, “What’s going on in here?”

“Oh, Hee! Great, now you can be apart of this, I need backup.” Jake’s eyes scan Heeseung’s body as he travels into the kitchen to wash his dish.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Sunghoon rests two fingers on his forehead and goes in for a message, swearing he’s going to lose his mind soon. The swooshing from the running water causes Jake to shout over it.

“Our mate over here doesn’t believe that he’s lost it. You know, with his terribly designed schedule and all.”

Sliding the digits down his face, Sunghoon could only deadpan towards his roommate, “I’m going to strangle you.”

While looking back behind him, Heeseung is wrist deep into cleaning the bowl. Though, that doesn’t stop him from answering, “Oh, yeah. Sunghoon, you’ve been out of it for weeks, man!”

“Tell me something I don’t know.” Sarcasm oozes from Sunghoon’s statement which only acts as more fuel for the fire Jake has created.

“And that’s the issue,” Jake counters, “You’ve been wound up for so long, it’s starting to impact you even after the fact.”

The faucet promptly gets turned off, him placing the bowl in the nearby drying rack, and soon Heeseung is strolling out of the kitchen and up to Jake. The two stand side by side each other as a small pout forms on Heeseung’s face.

“You haven’t slept in days. I know, cause I’ve heard you up past like 1 AM every single night, groaning about your tests.” It took Heeseung about a couple of days into the week to realize Sunghoon wasn’t just jerking off unusually loud, but instead was producing pained moans from his grueling study hours.

A low grumble bubbles out from Sunghoon, with him throwing harsh dagger eyes towards his roommates, “Is this some sort of impromptu intervention? What the fuck?”

“What? No-”

“Yes.” Jake butts-in before Heeseung had a chance to satiate him, “You know what, actually, yeah it is. As your best friends and amazing roommates-”

Holy god.

“-we can’t just let you work yourself dead. Then, who would help us pay for rent?”

Sunghoon stares blankly at Jake’s stupid puppy dog eyes and stupid half grin. After a quick round of silence, Heeseung then takes the time to chime in.

“On a more….sincere note,” he starts off by accentuating the sincere part, “we really are just worried for you, Hoon. Yeah, you’ve always been pretty stiff in manners, but now that’s like…been amplified.”

Jake uses the crown of his head to point towards Heeseung, signaling his consensus. He then brings his hands to his hips, his face morphing into a pondering pose. As his brain churns, the remaining boys just wait for whatever idea is brewing.

“Oh!” Like a light bulb going off in his head, Jake gets the brightest idea. One, for the record, he just knows will cure whatever academic illness Sunghoon’s been subjected to, “What you need…is a few drinks in you.”

“It’s 2 in the afternoon.” Sunghoon turns his nose upright at whatever proposition that was, only for Jake to come back with a retort.

“No..no, not right now. I mean later tonight.”

It’s after those words Heeseung perks his own head up. Ah, okay. He’s picking up what Jake’s putting down, “Ohhh, right. Jungwon did say he was gonna throw tonight.”

“Exactly, and it’s supposed to be the biggest one yet.” Jake sticks out his tongue wickedly, “You should be able to loosen up there. Cause if anything, Jungwon is gonna make sure you will.”

Sunghoon truly can’t think of any other place he would hate going to more than a party. What kind of shitty idea is that?

“No.”

Jake raises an eyebrow, “No?”

“I have to study-”

“No, you don’t!” He exclaims back at the boy sitting on the couch, “See, it’s like you’re infected. Always worrying about school, always concerned about your grades. Blah. Blah. Doesn’t it get tiring?”

Sunghoon can’t believe what he’s hearing. Of course his dumbass friend couldn’t understand the hard work and care he puts into university, when he’s too busy practically sleeping the day away. Or fucking someone, who knows, really. Hoon opens his mouth and is ready to refute the comment when Heeseung jumps in, stopping any forming sentences.

“Just think of this as a chance for you to actually enjoy yourself. You know, getting out, putting some alcohol into your system, maybe….finding another way to relieve some stress?” His eyebrows shoot upwards with a wiggle, indicating an innuendo. Jake immediately yells in delight.

“Fuck yes!” It’s as if Jake’s figured it all out. No wonder why Sunghoon’s been so cranky, “You need to find some girl and stick your dick in her. You’ve been celibate for too long.”

Sunghoon glares over to the two standing near him. One of them bears a look of plead while the other waits patiently for his answer. He doesn’t get it. His friends know he’d rather drop dead than go to some party. So, why try to convince him? Letting out a ghostly sigh, Sunghoon thinks for a bit.

“What if…that’s by choice?” Sunghoon attempts to counter argue. He brings his forearms down to his knees, resting them there.

Jake could only roll his eyes, “Oh, we know it’s by choice. Too many girls have asked us for your socials and shit.”

“They like the whole unapproachable act you do. Apparently, it’s hot.” Heeseung adds, which means it’s now Sunghoon’s turn to do a dramatic eye roll. There is no act. There is no strategy. That’s just how he is.

“You guys are crazy.” He mumbles with a light shake, though Jake doesn’t falter. Instead, he inches closer towards Sunghoon with another single attempt.

“Listen to us Hoon,” Jake starts again one final time. He is determined to get his friend to see the bigger picture, “You’re finished with your midterms, which we know for fact you killed them. At least do it as a celebration for yourself.”

Heeseung points a finger in Sunghoon’s direction, “And the weekend is coming up. You could use this party as a gateway into your much needed time away from school.”

“Plus, you’ll have us there to make sure you don’t get too bored. And wingman if you want us too.” A wink gets thrown in from Jake, and that finally cracks down Sunghoon’s hard exterior. He lets out a short laugh.

So, maybe there is some plausible truth to what he is hearing. And, if Sunghoon’s being honest, he does feel as if he has accomplished something. Is there really any harm in celebrating? Plus, it’s only for one night and he knows the host, Jungwon; if things get too crazy, he can always just leave.

“Are you considering it?” Heeseung quips, leaning in towards his friend. He truly does believe this will help resolve some of that pent up frustration.

Sunghoon blows out a harsh breath, dropping one arm as the other goes in to scratch the back of his head. He thinks it over one last time. Jesus, is he really about to go to this thing? Giving it some more thought, Sunghoon raises back up and soon flashes a tired smile in the boys’ direction.

“What the hell. Alright, fine.”

His two friends cheer proudly. Finally, an actual chance at winding down and enjoying himself. They’re happy Sunghoon made the right choice, or else he would’ve been holed up in here by himself. Which, it’s already sad enough he does that on the regular, at least now he can have somewhat of a social life. All thanks to them.

“Damn, it’s gonna be so much fun tonight.” Exclaiming, Jake knocks himself into Heeseung with a fat smile.

Heeseung laughs back, “I already know Jungwon’s gonnna be psyched to hear that Hoon’s coming. I think Jay and Sunoo said they’ll show up too. Plus Riki, maybe. Either way, it’ll be great.”

Sunghoon sits up and brushes his palms over his thighs, already feeling a mixture between excitement and nerves, “I hope it is.”

“Don’t sweat it. Jungwon’s parties are always fun. You’ll enjoy it.” Jake reassures him and Heeseung throws in his own attestant, confirming the statement.

As they all finish out their conversation, soft footsteps creak against their hard floors, causing the talking to die down. They all look over to see where the noise came from, only to find a disheveled looking girl with messy hair and an oversized T-shirt standing idly near the hallway.

Sunghoon tilts his head in confusion.

“Jake…I was getting worried,” She begins, rubbing her sleepy eyes, “Come back to bed.”

While Sunghoon and Heeseung exchange a glance with one another, Jake placates the girl with a quick, ‘Be there in a second’, then turns towards the two. He drags a lip into his mouth, which does nothing to stop the devilish smile from taking over.

“Well, duty calls.” And then he’s gone.

Heeseung takes his leave as well, returning back to his room after saying his departure to Sunghoon. Now there’s only him.

Sunghoon rethinks the events of what just happened, and although he feels some wariness beginning to creep inside of him, he also knows the feeling of elation is ever more present. Yeah, he really does see himself as being excited for tonight.

Because truly, what’s the worst that could happen?

Sunghoon feels as if his mind is on Cloud ni- no, scratch that -Cloud 20 right now.

With a sappy grin, flushed face, and hooded eyes, the boy spends his time hovering in a corner, basking in the warmness that's practically radiating off of him.

In contrast, his eyes scan around the chaotic mess of dancing bodies, crowded groups, and alcohol flowing throughout the living room of some giant ass mansion Jungwon was able to rent out. There’s colored lights bouncing off the walls, and if he didn’t know any better, they were synced with the music blasting all around.

He finds that he can’t exactly pinpoint what’s making him feel so at ease. His muscles are relaxed and not tense as usual. He rests casually against the wall. The cup in his hand had only a few sips remaining, and even that would be gone within the next 5 seconds.

Even though he usually chooses to stay indoors and rest, Sunghoon doesn’t truly understand why or how he actually found enjoyment at something so degenerating as a party-

"Hey!"

As if he's moving in slow motion, Sunghoon twists his head to see where the voice is coming from, his light smile not faltering once. Jake comes into focus, who’s sporting a similar manner as himself right now. He walks up with another red cup in grasp.

"You good, man?" He asks once standing next to Sunghoon.

Eyes glossy, Sunghoon regards his friend before whipping his head forwards to the sea of people. Sighing, he allows his head to fall back gently onto the dry wall, "I feel great. Feel so fucking good right now."

"Holy shit. See," Jake laughs a little too hard into Sunghoon's shoulder, causing both boys to stumble slightly, "Aren't you happy Heeseung and I brought you here tonight? You’re finally relaxing.”

Sunghoon could only chuckle softly at the words. Nothing truer could have been spoken. Right now, he is completely at peace and is tranquil all thanks to his persistent friends.

“So,” Jake starts as he moves to the left of Sunghoon, “Found someone worth exploring yet?”

Sunghoon laughs even more, though he knew nothing funny was really said. He didn’t know why, but everything seems more humorous. He loves it, “No. No, I haven’t been looking.”

Groaning, Jake begins to chastise his friend for acting like such a rookie, “Seriously, come on,” he jabs a finger into his temple, “You need to- to get your head…in the game. Start scoping out the scene.”

“What the fuck, man.” Sunghoon playfully darts his eyes away, the corners of his mouth staying upright.

“No, really. You gotta do it for Little Hoon.”

Sunghoon shoves Jake’s arm with a guffaw. What is he even saying right now? The two of them continue laughing and talking, the the topic of ‘Little Hoon’ becoming the forefront of their conversation, when a loud whoop followed by cheers interrupt them.

Entering through a doorway with a silver platter in hand, Heeseung emerges from god knows where, wearing a nearly identical expression to his two buddies. Even with people shouting and yelling at him, he stalks right up to them standing near the wall, and it’s at that moment Sunghoon notices the tray holding six more shots.

“It’s time, guys.” Heeseung parks right in front of them, now blocking Sunghoon’s view of the chaos. He lowers the platter so it’s waist level with everyone, “Rouuunnd three. You know the drill, Hoon.”

Since this is Heeseung’s third time bringing out the tray, of course Sunghoon knows what to do. The first time there were only three shots, second time a merely two- Heeseung had already taken his, and now this is supposed to be the final punch.

Sunghoon reaches down and picks up one of the plastic shot cups, then brings the rim to his eyes, “I think…I should’ve asked earlier. But, what’s in here?”

For a moment there’s silence. Then, instead of answering, Heeseung simply shushes at the curious boy while Jake helps guide Sunghoon’s arm down to his mouth. Once there, he grabs at a mini cup and so does Heeseung.

“Don’t ask. Just drink.” Jake directs, and it’s only then Sunghoon notices just how much thicker his accent gets when he’s inebriated.

“Here we go!” Heeseung leads first with him throwing his head back, and shortly everyone followed suit.

The first of the two shots slide down Sunghoon’s throat with no problem, but he’s still not used to the burning that arises with the liquid. After drinking the last remains in his cup, he goes back in for the final shot, in which the three of them take simultaneously.

“Oh, god.” Jake grimaces from the taste and shakes his head.

“Fuck, those hit me. Yep, I’m feeling those now.” Heeseung shuts his eyes reactively then quickly opens them, letting out a small huff.

Sunghoon feels the alcohol course down his pipe and land right in his chest. It leaves him with a tingly feeling that doesn’t leave him right away. And then, he’s coughing. Oh, wow. That one must’ve went down the wrong way.

“Whew. Alright,” Jake claps his hands together, and with a rub, he glances back and forth between his friends, “Now that we’ve gotten Sunghoon really loosened up, let’s see what’s around.”

Heeseung cheers and does a side step, the three of them now lined up against the wall.

Sunghoon takes a deep breath, yet even that simple task makes him feel strange, “If I’m- being honest. I don’t even know what I’m looking for…” Sunghoon half-shrugs while his eyelids slowly drop then widens.

Heeseung cranes his neck upwards, essentially dismissing the comment. He attempts to see over the crowd in front of him, then instantly, something catches his eye, “Oh, there’s Park Jia,” he peers back slightly towards his friend, “If you’re wanting a screamer, she’s your match.”

Both Sunghoon and Jake try to follow Heeseung’s eyeline, then quickly spot a girl downing a cup near the beer pong table.

Jake scrunches his nose, “Dude, she has a boyfriend. Of like…3 years.”

Sunghoon glances back over to Heeseung, to which he dryly chuckles, “Not my fault if she came on to me. Suho should have a better grip on her.”

“Fair.” Jake nods then scans his head once more, “How about Lee Chennie? Apparently you can make her wet in seconds, she’s that desperate.”

“But she also does those high-pitched fake porn moans. It’s so annoying whenever you’re trying to fuck her.” Heeseung sneers, obviously not a fan, “How do you feel about Kang Minhee, Hoon?”

“What about Kim Gyuri?”

“Kim Haeyun?”

“Oh, shit. She does give great head.”

“I know.”

As his friends continue to explain previous flings, ex-hookups, and horror stories, Sunghoon’s finding it rather hard to keep up. Just from their recaps, apparently they’ve gotten with nearly every single girl within a 10 meter radius, with each girl having their own unique experience. ‘This girl can do this’, ‘this girl can do that’, ’this girl has a trick with her tongue…’ Sunghoon feels his head is gonna explode with all of this new information. Instead of narrowing down his options, he feels his horizon has expanded. Now, how is he supposed to choose?

“Look, I really don’t have a preference,” He waves a hand around to try and calm the boys down. His own head is getting jumbled from listening to them, “I’ll just see if there’s anyone worth pursui….”

His eyes are trained forward as he kept speaking. He watches the crowd begin to disperse in front of him. People made their way from out of the living room, clearing up space in the once packed area. And it’s only then, when the living room is now much more barren and empty, in which he finds a sight that captivated him, causing him to trail away from his speech.

And not in a good way.

You.

Straight across from him, there you are. You’re passionately dancing with a couple of surrounding girls, a cup waving alongside in the air. You look ecstatic. A bright grin is etched onto your face, body moving along to the thumping beat. While Jake and Heeseung start up talking his ear off again, Sunghoon zeros in on your presence.

What the fuck are you doing here?

He eyes you down. You’re grinding against nothing like a fucking dog in heat, then do a quick twirl. Unintentionally, the movement causes Sunghoon to briefly drop his gaze down to your backside that sways in circles. The dress plastered onto you is short, tight, and black, so it leaves little room to the imagination. His lips quiver from disapproval. Of course you’re going around parading yourself like this. What a whore.

While working his vision back up, a loud giggle floats across the room and stabs him in his ears, courtesy of you. Instinctively, his eye twitches from the sound. It sends him back to the bittersweet laugh you had given him days prior, when you were insulting him. Murmuring behind his chair in class, calling him every name in the goddamn book, ‘an arrogant prick’, ‘a hallowed-out machine’, and other rude things. It ticked him off to no end.

Just like that, he feels his chest begin to burn once more, and this time it’s not from the alcohol. It’s the swirling anger that starts from his inside and radiates outward. Sunghoon tilts his head to the side, squinting his eyes to further look at you.

How is that you always manage to get underneath his skin? One glance in your direction and he’s already losing all rationality. You’ve always had a way of doing this to him, and he absolutely despises you for this fact.

He keeps his sight on you, now feeling his chest heave up and down. Even as the two girls you were fooling around with begin exiting to somewhere else, you keep on dancing; not a care to your name. You’re by yourself now, yet the only drive that’s keeping you in motion is the rhythm that’s blaring aloud.

Jake and Heeseung are still conversing with him, even as they keep recalling more and more girls that walk on by, a few of the girls sending flirty looks their way. Once Heeseung flirts actively back with one of them, only then did Sunghoon snap out of whatever minor trance you had him in.

Right. He should be focusing on relaxing. He should be picking out the girl that he’s going to take upstairs and fuck nice and hard tonight. He deserves at least that. He should be thinking about those kinds of things, and certainly not you. Because when it comes to you, there’s nothing to even consider besides your bratty ass attitude.

Even when trying to distract himself with his friends and their continuous talking, Sunghoon is certainly not fleeting his gaze over towards you every so often, catching glimpses of your winding curves. He knows for a fact that he shouldn’t be staring at your dress which is constantly riding up, almost as if it’s teasing him. Or….inviting him? Fuck, what the hell is he thinking right now?

He shakes his head and rips his gaze away from you, suppressing whatever feeling was creeping up inside him. This is dangerous. He’s becoming too aware of your presence.

That much is evident when he catches himself peering over to your body once more. He follows your hips down to the floor before seductively rising again, and a pang quickly surges throughout his core.

He needs to stop this now. His senses are becoming jumbled, from ideas of hooking up with a girl to you intercepting his attention. It's all leaving him a mess right now. Yet, he finds himself addicted to the risk. Inhaling deeply, he fixes his gaze back on you. This time it's permanent.

He recognizes the fact that his mind is not right. Sunghoon knows this. So why does he find himself shifting against the wall, itching to go over towards you. Why? He has no fucking clue. It has to be the alcohol coercing through him, otherwise in a sober state he’d conclude you as nothing more than a thorn in his side. But, he’s not sober. And his head, which is now flowing with thoughts that just can’t be his, is making him consider going up to you.

His brain feels hazy. Not so much scattered, but full. Full of those unwanted thoughts he would otherwise typically suppress. The kind that normally repulses Sunghoon on a daily basis, but for some reason is invading his head tonight and not wanting to leave. It’s becoming unbearable.

He doesn’t know what comes over. His legs just start moving. Even as he peels from the wall and amble forward, he really isn’t sure what’s happening. His friends shout at him, perplexed about his actions, but he’s direct in where he’s going. With one foot in front of his next, he’s running on autopilot.

It doesn’t make sense why he’s doing this. He’s certain, that with every fiber of his being, he would never allow himself to do something so horrendous had the circumstance been different. Unfortunately, this isn’t any usual scenario.

Soon, he’s standing right in front of you. Sunghoon just regards your carefree stature with glazed eyes and a burning heart, waiting.

You don’t notice your absolute enemy standing mere inches from you. Your eyes are closed as you continue grooving and flowing, the bass hitting your sternum just right. It’s not until you make a full circle, bringing your head up and around, in which you finally crack them open- revealing a scolding Sunghoon now in your vision.

You immediately recoil at the sight, shrieking from being startled, “Oh- what the fuck, Sunghoon?”

He stares at you with flared nostrils, his gaze boring down harshly into yours, “What are you doing here?”

“Huh?” You start to scowl, “What am I…? What are you doing here?”

“Oh.” Sunghoon tries to focus his blurred eyes on your expression; wide, yet confused, “Is me being here really that surprising?”

When going to refute that, you lose your balance momentarily, though you try hiding it with a quick dance move. Regaining yourself, you look back up to him. Your puzzled face has now been replaced with a snarl, “Yeah, actually it is. A hallowed-out machine with nothing better to do with his life….is actually attending a party?” You drop your face mockingly, “Who would’ve thunk it?”

Anger builds up inside of Sunghoon, proven by his eyebrows furrowing in discontentment, “Really? You’re really gonna…gonna act like this? Hasn’t even been a minute of us talking and you’re already being bitchy.”

You simply shrug your shoulders while you keep on dancing, your legs moving about. If he thought he could ruin your good time, oh, he’d be so wrong.

Spinning around, you let a few seconds pass before deciding to addres him, “Did you come alone ‘cause no one else wanted to be around you? Is that why you’re desperate for company?”

He laughs dryly, though his hard expression says otherwise. In all honesty, he isn’t completely sure why he came over here either. Was it the adrenaline rush? The fuzziness of his brain? His brewing thoughts? It wasn’t clear. One thing for sure, he would never reveal that to you.

Rather, he tightens his face as you keep gyrating in circles, “Just like how you’re desperate for attention? You were in my eyesight, and I saw you practically humping the air- thank you for that.”

A disgruntled huff trickles from your mouth. What a fucking scrooge, “Now you’re watching me? Like a fucking creep?”

“I’m sure you wanted the attention,” He makes it obvious he’s referring to your outfit, with the way his eyes casts a disgusted look downwards. He hates how it outlines each and every curve of yours, and pours out your breasts, “Which, now that I think about, doesn’t surprise me. You’ve always had to seek it out somehow.”

Despite your easy going attitude, you find Sunghoon’s words are starting to penetrate you. He always does this. Inputting his beliefs onto you, degrading you. He loves causing unnecessary problems. All. The. Time. God, you can’t stand him. You glower angrily towards the irritating boy, this time putting a halt to your dancing, “What is your problem?”

Sunghoon shifts his weight onto his other foot, crossing his arms. The action causes his muscles to bulge outwards against his short sleeves. Watching that annoyed you, so you peer eyes up. His dark hair is parted and styled, in his usual classic manner. The straight-faced expression he wears perfectly captures his stoic personality, even if his dumb, flawless features help to sculpt his perfect face. Ugh, he just irks you so bad.

“My problem?” He mulls the question over, an eyebrow slightly raising, “To be honest, everything you do pisses me off. It’s hard to pick just one.”

Holy- You think you’re going to kill him.

Abruptly, you spin on your heels- which give you an extra inch of height, and begin staggering your way towards the staircase, “I’m done.”

Sunghoon’s face contorts unpleasantly. His brain short-circuits, and for a second he doesn’t register you leaving, until he’s shaking his head to get his vision clear once again, “Where the hell are you going?”

“Away from you.” You yell over your shoulder. Having made it to the staircase, you grip the railing and start ascending upwards.

“No- no….” Sunghoon’s bunched-in face is ever more present, and this time he takes a step closer to you, “No, I’m not done with you.”

“How about you just take it up the ass.”

“Excuse me?”

You didn’t care if there was no correlation between your statement and his. Instead, you’re too concerned about having to will yourself up each and every stair, “You heard me,” you mumble the next part, “Such a fucking cunt.”

Sunghoon’s absolutely confused, because what? Even as he reels in from the shocking phrase, that doesn’t stop him from leisurely trailing you to the staircase. He still has more to say to you.

“You’re so-”

“-so what?” Cutting him off, you have a bite to your tone. You continue to work your way up the steps, and find it bothersome that you sense his presence lurking directly behind you.

Each time his mouth opens you just want to throw your hands around his throat and strangle him. However, even in your state, you knew unfortunately that wouldn’t go well at a party. Strangling someone and all…

“So fucking annoying. Seriously. I don’t know how anyone can like you.” He jeers. With him following close behind him, he has to stop himself from fully taking in the view of your round ass intruding his space. Oh, fuck him.

“Are you kidding me? I don’t know how anyone can like you.” The two of you reach the top of the staircase and fall into silence afterwards. You dart out a hand to glide against the wall, mainly using it as an aid to maneuver your way down the hall.

He follows your path through the tight area, dodging passerbyers along the way. For the most part, this floor seems to be much more secluded than downstairs. Hardly anyone resides up here. Which also means that once you both reach a bathroom at the far end of the hall- apparently that was the destination all along, you yelp in joy when realizing there would be no line.

As you scurry in, you brush a palm against the door frame then swing around to face Sunghoon who’s coming to a stop, “I’m gonna pee now. So, you can take your….entitled, arrogant, annoying ass somewhere else.”

Those words send him into a spiral. When you go to shut the door close, he’s swiftly throwing it back open, his head jutting out in perplexity, “What was that?”

You waste no time repeating yourself, “You’re an entitled, arrogant ass. That’s also dumb,” you attempt to push harder on the door, “You have a stupid, dumb face.”

“What the…you think you can just say that and leave? Are you trying to piss me off?” He doesn’t let up on the door, and so you quickly give up.

Aimlessly, you make your way over to the toilet, though you don’t sit down immediately. You’re too busy staring down Sunghoon, who’s now worked his way into the bathroom and promptly shuts the door, and locks it.

“You're not so perfect yourself, Y/N,” Sporadically, he gazes all over your body, irritation and something else seeping from within him, “You whine and complain and start problems. You've always had since high school.”

“Oh.” Mentioning the past was not a good idea. Your eyes go large as you now stare intensely at him, taking one step forward, “You wanna bring up high school? Hmm? You wanna? Fine. Let's talk about just how shitty of a person you became.”

“Here we go, again.” Sunghoon rolls his eyes into the back of his head, “That’s what you always say.”

“Because it’s true!” You throw a hand in his direction for emphasis, then without hesitation you plop down on top of the closed toilet lid, “You became friends with those two fucking idiots, and ended up as one yourself.”

Your words simmer aloud before a light chuckles leaves Sunghoon. He shuffles and places his back onto the bathroom door, while crossing his arms yet again, “That’s rich."

You narrow your eyes in his direction, "What?"

"I find it funny you think you have any room to call someone an idiot."

That takes you aback, “What?”

He tilts his head mockingly, "Did you think I forgot? How you almost flunked out our third year because your grades were so low?"

Oh, screw him. Actually, screw him. How could he bring that up? One of the worst periods of your life. Your college career was at stake and he just casually drops that as if it were nothing? Fuck, he's such a cunt.

You don't reply to him, obvious that this struck a nerve so deep. Even Sunghoon is surprised to hear you shut up for once. A chilling silence overtakes the air as you continue to sit on the toilet, sinking in your detest.

Your leg begins to bounce and instinctively, you drag your puffy lip into your mouth, gnawing gently as you begin thinking. Thinking about how to retaliate. You're lost in thought when a past memory brims to the surface of your head.

This time, you're the one to do the short laugh, "Our third year...right. Just like how Na Sohee started that rumor about you being the worst lay she's ever had," you pull your attention over towards his stance, a more apprehensive attitude overtaking him, "Yeah. When she said you were sloppy and gross. That you repulsed her.” you practically spit those words back at him, then finish off your statement, “Which for the record, I never thought of it as a rumor. I'm sure you are shitty in bed, too."

Now that cuts deeply for Sunghoon, evident by the quick inhale he does and his chest raising high. Yeah, he wasn't expecting you to say that. Sohee knew she was wrong for spreading that about him, after he didn’t want to sleep with her. It was disgusting for her to even say such a thing. And there you are, smirking back at him as his jaw clenches.

He’s quiet for a second, then uncomfortably clears his throat, “…..whatever.”

Yeah. That’s what you fucking thought. You eye Sunghoon down menacingly while he becomes visibly twitchy in how he’s constantly moving around. It makes you glad to have made him so scattered, “Yeah, embarrassing isn’t it? Having your past throw in your face…”

He waits a beat before speaking up. Sunghoon’s not blind. He gets why’re saying this. He started the conversation, meaning he can’t necessarily fault you for bringing…that up. However, he feels his pride is getting the best of him. To which, he darts his eyes away and mutters, “Alright. I hear you.”

“Sooo fucking embarrassing. Oh, are your ears turning red, Sunghoon?” You lean your torso in further to tease him, though judging by the plain look he sports, he was clearly not amused by your joke.

“Very funny,” in a deadpan tone he blinks back at you, “You can cut it out now.”

But, you don’t. No, you decide to keep going. Because if there is one thing about you, once the topic of Park Sunghoon gets brought up, you can speak on it for hours. You bring up how the rumor must’ve made him feel so insecure about himself, and how his ego definitely took damages from hearing it. You mention how he probably hasn’t gotten fucked since then, because of how much of a fucking loser he is. Poor Sunghoon.

With each passing second, and each passing insult being hurled in his direction, Sunghoon feels himself dwindling down in composure. He’s already said all of the different variations of ‘You’re right’ without actually saying those surrendering words: ‘Okay, I get it’, ‘Yeah, got it’, ‘Okay’, ‘Yeah’.

And yet, you still ramble on. Like the floodgates are open and nothing’s being done to stop it. You dish out harsher words, “No one is going to ever-”

“Y/N. Just stop talking.” His voice is raised and even slightly reverberates between the walls of the bathroom. He casts a look and regards you with bewilderment. Whatever else that was about to leave your mouth immediately stops after his interruption.

You twist your body even more, so you’re holding eye contact; your knees slightly opening and closing because for some reason you can’t seem to sit still. While you think of a retort to say back, your vision goes away from Sunghoon and focuses on the nearby details. In doing so, you miss the begrudging glance down Sunghoon gives your thighs. He spots a brief glimpse of something white alongside it.

And then, he’s retreating his gaze. He’s not going to allow himself to get distracted. Especially from you. His mind was just cleared. Yes, it took a while for those previous thoughts to fade out, but he was finally escaping them. It would be catastrophic if he permitted himself to start thinking like that once again. To view you as anything more.

You become more vocal about your animosity, which then breaks his internal thinking, “Such a fucking loser. I can’t believe someone like you could even think you had a chance with Na Sohee. With your shit personality? Who the fuck do you think you are?”

In a matter of milliseconds, Sunghoon is back to fuming. Fuck, you just never know when to shut up, “I’m telling you. Seriously, stop it.”

The hotness in his chest is slowly consuming him, and you are doing absolutely nothing to ease him.

Instead, you simply fuel his anger. You put on a fake pout as the movements from your legs gradually widen. You even feel your dress start to hike up a bit, though not a single part of you had an ounce of care, “What? You’re gonna cry? Whiny baby gonna cry? Give me a break. You’re pathetic, truly. A pathetic piece of shit who’s gonna live a shitty life because you’re just too obsessed with yourself to be an actual, functioning person. Good riddance.”

Something snaps within Sunghoon that instantly makes his eyes go dark. You’ve done it. He told you to stop. He told you. The audacity you must have to blatantly disregard and talk down on him, makes him sick. Sunghoon gave you chances to stop. You didn’t. So, can he really be blamed for what’s about happen?

Similar to earlier, he doesn’t know what comes over him. His mouth moves before even a thought registers in his mind. With his eyes narrowing in vexation, and jawline prominent, Sunghoon erects himself from resting on the door. He’s now at his full height when he says the low, simple words, “Come here.”

You didn’t understand the threat that’s laced within the warning, so unbeknownst to you, you shoot up like a rocket taking off, “Gladly.”

There isn’t much room for you to go, but you do in fact make the quick trek to stand right in front of Sunghoon, whom of which harbors a dark and still expression. Even when you challenge him in stance, you glaring upwards to meet his eyes while he stares you down, you feel nothing. You’re not scared.

“What the fuck do you want?” You mutter through your teeth. Though, he heard you perfectly clear.

“What I want….” His wild eyes dart back and forth between your gaze, making sure you were really present for what he was about to say, “Is to put my hand around your throat, and make you shut the actual fuck up.”

And your heart drops.

You register his words- his threat. Scanning his face, you become aware of your heavy breathing because now, your heart is beating ten times faster. He stares at you right back. Coldly. Not a moment of regret is present in his eyes. He meant what he said.

What’s worse? You know that. Sunghoon’s not one to bluff, so you understand the words thrown at you were nothing short of the truth. Your heart begins to beat in your ears, with the acceleration almost deafening you. Yet, for some reason, you want to call him out.

You remain silent as you take one step closer to the fuming boy, scoffing. You don’t break eye contact, not once, not even as the pit of your stomach churns deliciously at his statement. It’s sadistic, how you already know the consequence to your upcoming response. But, that doesn’t stop you from going, in barely a whisper, “Then. Do it.”

Sunghoon’s unmoving, at least initially he was. Then, in a quick turn around, his hand goes flying in the air and grips onto your neck. Five fingers, all squeezing your skin. You immediately seize your breathing and your mouth falls agape, labored breaths tumbling from your open hole.

Sunghoon watches carefully your expression, and with all of his pent up thoughts, pent up feelings, pent up stress, all of it comes spilling out this moment, not another second was wasted, and soon he’s taking your lips within his.

A kiss is what you two share, if you can even call it that. His mouth envelopes your own, but there is no tenderness. No passion. You close your eyes, and follow down the rough path he started, the kiss increasingly becoming messier and sloppier.

Even with his hand around your pretty throat, you both continue kissing, the hatred and loathing seeping out from either ends consuming you two. There are no other thoughts. None of how wrong this is. Internally, you both sense the stirring feeling of regret, however, externally- lust and desire overrides it.

Until a brick of clarity hits.

Almost as if you two simultaneously awaken, you’re breaking away from one another. Sunghoon backpedals closer to the door and you and throw yourself towards the other end of the bathroom. You’re panting and so is he.

“What the fuck was that?” You grit, eyes scattering about. Did you seriously just make out with Park Sunghoon?

Sunghoon stays quiet as he tries to gather his own thoughts. Why did he just do that?

“You came in here to ambush me, didn’t you?” Throwing out an accusation, you find the kiss messed with your head more than you realized. It leaves you dizzy, disoriented, when you try to walk forward, you trip just slightly over your own feet.

He merely grunts, running a hand through his thick hair as a distraction, “Don’t flatter yourself, Y/N. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“Yeah, clearly…” You try to regain your senses, putting one foot in front of the other, when you lose your balance once more and fall into the sink. A few items resting on the counter fly off, and you instantly sigh as Sunghoon scoffs lightly, saying, ‘Great job.’

You tell him to, ‘Fuck off’, then swiftly drop to your knees. The objects are all haphazardly placed around the floor, and so while reaching to obtain them, back arching in the process, your dress begins to raise. This doesn’t go unnoticed by Sunghoon.

His attention gets drawn to those same cotton white underwear he saw earlier this night. This time, they’re cheekily cutting into the lower fat of your ass, and another surge courses throughout him. Dammit. He’s averting his gaze, yet again. Each and every time, you rile him up. How? He’s already lost his mind when he went in to kiss you, how can he trust his thoughts to not progress things further?

Before he knows it, you’re rising to your feet and placing the items back on top of the counter, just as they were. You’re mumbling quietly to yourself during the duration, but Sunghoon could pick out snippets of your words: can’t believe, how did, fucking idiot. He almost wants to tell you to learn how to mutter better, though he knew you were doing it on purpose. You just love pissing him off.

You flip around towards him and in that moment he sees part of your lip tint is smeared off to the side; and for you, you realize part of his lips has been dyed a shade darker. At the recognition, you two glance off to opposite sides of the room. Stillness engulfs the air, until eventually you speak up.

“I can’t believe you did that.” Your voice is hushed, and this time when dragging your bottom lip in- you almost recoil from how your body throbs pleasantly at the taste. The taste of Sunghoon’s spit coats your skin.

“Well, it was an accident. So, calm down.” He throws his head against the door frame, still reeling in from his actions. Even though his mouth claims one thing, his fuzzy head somewhat misses the close interaction. And for some reason, Sunghoon doesn’t mind this fact.

You still can’t help but shudder from disbelief, “You’re fucking crazy.”

“Thank you.” He accompanies the sarcasm with a half-assed eye roll. He’s really not in the mood to hear you whine or complain.

“For real,” You slowly turn to face him, “You’re insane. And drunk.”

He raises an eyebrow tiredly, now looking at you through his eyelids, “So are you.”

“That’s not the point.” You don’t really know what the point is, just not that.

“Oh, really?” He stares at you with hooded eyes as those same thoughts from earlier slowly begin to enter his mind again. The longer he keeps looking at your unkempt stature, the more he finds that same itch fixing to be scratched. By you, “Then what is it? Hmm?”

There’s a change to how he’s looking at you, no, staring at you. It’s not the same as earlier, which was lustful yet hateful. Now, you think you only see one of them. You switch your eyesight to something else, hating the warm feeling that was arising in your pit, “The point is. I would never kiss you sober. Never.”

He’s quick to add on to that, “And I would never kiss you sober.”

“Good.” You say final. Despite whatever longing your body does for Sunghoon, you allow yourself to suppress those growing emotions. It was dangerous territory anyways. Why are you even in the bathroom still? Your urge to pee has been gone for some time now, and really the close proximity is making you enact on otherwise bottled up-

A ragged sigh flows from Sunghoon’s mouth, his skin tingling from a desperation that just has to be curated. Now that he’s gotten a little bit from you, he’s needy for the full thing. He’s needing you.

“Come back here.”

Without thinking, you turn to his wispy tone and immediately the two of you lock eyes. He’s waiting for you to do as he says, him standing still with a resting gaze. The intense contact has your stomach in knots, and you feel your legs shifting in suspense.

“Hey,” you watch his tainted mouth form the sentence, and unhurriedly he does a once over at your uneven dress. He then rakes his eyes back up to your face, and tilting his head down just the slightest bit, he lets out the faintest groan, “I said come back.”

Without thinking, movement starts up in your legs as you feel yourself walk over to him. The closer you get to him, though, the faster you notice your pace increases, until you ram straight into his body and capture his mouth inside of yours. The heat and intensity all comes rushing back to you, to you both, and you hate how good this feels.

As if you two had never parted from one another, the kiss transforms quickly back into the one from earlier, the same insatiable make-out. No longer a kiss, it’s a grueling act of roughness that has you melting. You’re moving your heads in a rhythm, tilting and parting when necessary. You get into a pattern of closing in on his lips before sucking gently on his lower one, opening your lips more, then repeating. When a low buzz passes through his mouth, happy with your treatment, you want to moan right back. You think you even felt it shoot straight down to your pussy.

Sunghoon takes a few steps forward, now moving away from the door. While still entangled in you, he begins walking you back until your ass hits the adjacent wall. When he slips his tongue slightly into your mouth, the action causes you to mewl accordingly. He’s kissing you with hunger, delving deeper and deeper into your whiny mouth, as more faint groans erupt from him. His body leans harshly into yours, and his pelvis pushes even harder against your own.

You relax onto the wall and feel his weight sink down on top of you, his heavy kissing making you addicted. You feel some growth develop below you, and soon a large bulge is pressing against your naked thigh. You’re so turned on by the feeling, the fact that you got him to this point, that even you could sense the slickness from your cunt beginning to coat your fabric.

Then, he’s tearing himself away from your lips, and immediately dives down for your neck. His mouth nips and bites at your skin, quickly finding a sole spot to focus on and delivers stimulation there. You lean your head to side and give him access to the area, your face grimacing from the pleasure. You go to moan from it, when he thrusts his clothed erection against your hips. He just couldn’t help himself, his cock is throbbing so fucking bad right now.

Your hands, which were messily laced throughout his hair, leisurely begin to work their way down. The two of you move in sync, as he’s nearly humping through the wall, and your hands travel all around Sunghoon. Tiny whimpers escape your throat from and every thrust, while his sucking provides the gratification you’ve been needing all night. You feel his tongue lap at your throat, but when his mouth encloses on itself, resulting in a bite, you scream out, “Ah- shit!”

Instantly, you grip his shoulders for support, him continuing to rut rather harshly into your lower half, while his teeth grab at your throat, essentially marking you up. He rotates his head until he’s near your sternum, kissing and licking at that area. You bite your lip when an ungodly whine nearly leaves you.

You’re breathing heavy as increasingly you become lost in the sensation overtaking you. Sunghoon’s worked his way down to your breasts, sucking only the top of both. He leaves dark marks strung about as he switches back and forth between the equally soft tissues. He stuffs his mouth full, basically coating your flesh in a immense amount of wetness.

When he lifts his head up for a brief second, first to make split eye contact with you, then he’s quick to raise up his hands up and yank down that little ass dress which hardly covered your tits.

Now with easier access, the moment he takes one of your flesh within his damp mouth, you gasps sharply, “Nrgh- my god. Sunghoon, fuck, that feels good.”

He doesn’t respond, though you feel his smile against your skin. Swirling and licking all over your nipple, he knows you’re feeling good. He senses it in the way you’re squirming underneath him, hands gripping his backside. He’s becoming increasingly aware of how much this is affecting you, your shaking body has proven that for him.

He pops over to your other breast, sucking fast and harsh for this one. Your hips begin to wiggle, the euphoria starting to become too much. Fuck, how did he make you so aroused in a matter of minutes? You continue to move about from his licking, when suddenly he pulls away. Removing himself from your supple mound, though staying eye level with it, he holds his lips mere inches away from the spot of pleasure.

He only peers up to look at you through his eyelashes, “Are you going to let me fuck you? I have to know what you feel like. Need to know what you feel like.”

You spew out a mewl from his words and feel yourself clench around nothing. Just him saying that makes your body weak. When going to answer him, a blatant, 'yes', so close from toppling out, you don’t realize a sneaky finger creeping its way underwear you dress, and pushing your underwear ever so gently to the side.

With your mouth already opened, a loud groan unintentionally bellows out from your gut, all in response to Sunghoon now circling your soaked clit. His eyes still remain on you, a whine abruptly follows after your groan.

“So, are you? You’re going to let me fuck you, right?” He asks yet again. The ripples of pleasure send you into a frenzy, your hips chasing alongside his digit. His adds a second finger to his stimulation, rubbing largely around your active bud, and you feel your eyelids fluttering open and shut.

You rest your head against the wall, a low grunt emitting from you, “Fuck..fuck you. You know-” before you can speak, he presses his digits into your thick skin, causing your eyes to shut tightly and pussy to contract, “Ah! You know I’m going to say yes.”

He keeps his hand right in the spot that produces the most pleasure for you, your body now shaking from the arousal. Oh, fuck. You’ve never been turned on so quickly before- and have been this close to cumming. He’s barely touched you, and you already feel the knot in your stomach beginning to loosen.

“Yeah?” he gives your cunt a rapid shake, wiggling the pads of his fingertips back and forth at speed that must be criminal to your already sensitive clit. Then, as you're seconds away from having your fastest orgasm, he alleviates you from the torture, “Okay, let’s go.” Unplunging his fingers, he removes his hand from under your dress.

“Wha….?” Shaking your head along the wall, you’re too much in a daze to even recognize what’s happening.

One second your drowning in ecstasy, when the next, Sunghoon’s guiding you over to the bathroom sink. He pulls you in front of him, then before you can think, he proceeds to bend you over the counter, your back flattening and ass spreading.

“Good, girl,” he murmurs more to himself, absolutely loving how easy it was to put you in this position. He knew deep down this is what your slutty ass would like. Who is he to stop you from having it? “Gonna fuck you nice and hard from right here. That okay?”

You go to say something, your head slowly lifting up, yet a hand just shoves your face down against the flat surface. It's horrible that you let out a whimper in response.

He wastes no time lifting your dress the rest of the way up- it had already failed to cover half of your ass, and with his free hand he trails your plush skin, preparing himself for when he wrecks you.

The light feel gives your cheek quickly turns into a harsh slap. Your skin jiggles from the impact and you scream as a reply. Sunghoon forces himself to stop a moan from slipping out, “Fuck, I already know you’re gonna take me so well.”

He does the action once more, with you moaning aloud once again, and then he’s ready. He’s practically already pantsless, from how fast he was able to pull them off. His rock, hard cock springs out proudly as Sunghoon relishes in the freedom, finally out of restraints. He’s been untouched for too long, and so he knew he needed you bad.

“Can already feel my cock pulsing, Y/N,” little clear beads bud out from the tip of his cock, just from looking at your sexy ass. He stroking his foreskin while hitting his lip. “You’re lucky I didn’t….”

He has to rethink what he was about to say. He was about to say, ‘Cum all over you’, though, he had plans for that later on. Don’t worry, you’ll see soon.

Aligning his hard-on with your entrance, and without sparing another minute, Sunghoon inserts himself straight and far into your pussy. The moment contact was made, the two of you move forwards slightly, with your head nearly hitting the wall. His cock is lodged so deep inside of you, you swear wholeheartedly, that he’s in your stomach.

“Oh, fuck!” Your eyes go white from the feeling. With him smushing your face hard against the counter, you were left practically immobilized when goes in for another thrust. And then another. And then another.

His hips soon fell into a rocking motion, and Sunghoon has to clench his ass from almost cumming inside of you the moment he sank himself into your forgiving hole, "Holy, fuck."

You feel yourself moving along with him, and your forehead scrunches from the indulgence, your face constantly changing and morphing the faster he pumps in and out of you. Your moans become choppy, disorganized, from the quick movements, “Ah- ah- oh, god…Sung…”

As your eyelids are squeezing shut, then popping wide open when a particularly sharp buck causes you to, you begin to realize that not once did he allow you time to adjust to his length. Just from the feeling, however, you already know that he’s big; but frankly, you did not care.

No, because immediately, you’re already succumbing to the growingly fast pace he’s only offered you. The kind that has you bouncing right back against him. And it feels so, so good.

He holds true to what he said earlier; he’s really is fucking you nice and hard. He's giving you everything you would want in a hook up session. And, you hate him for this. The fact that he felt he could just have free rein over your body. The way he didn’t even let you talk unless it’s to praise him. The fact that this is Park Sunghoon, completely drilling into your leaking backside with no remorse. All of it pisses you off so much.

But, you hate that you're also loving it so much. You love the sensation that builds within your core, and how it grows more and noticeable the quicker he thrusts. The more he keeps pounding into you, the more you feel the sensation change into utter bliss. The kind of pleasure that is going to have you finishing in merely seconds.

“Fu-uck, so fucking good,” He clenches his teeth while raising his head high, his hips continuing to buck deep inside of you, “So fucking good. Yeah, take me like the good brat you are.”

Sunghoon could get lost in this feeling forever. How you velvet walls wrap tightly, perfectly, around his throbbing, bulging cock. You squeeze out just the right amount of pressure that's making him see starts. It pleases him in a way he thinks he wouldn't be able to get anywhere else; from anyone else. Even if you irritate him to no fucking end, he’s always known you're good for something, something magnificent.

“Oh, fuck me,” His body contorts in half, folding in a similar manner to yours. His mouth hangs near you ear as he lets out a low buzzing moan, which falls delicately into your brain. “Oh. S-shit. You’re gonna let me cum inside you too, right? Right?”

He hammers his dick in and out of you, and soon, you find that he’s hitting your pleasure point. Now, it's game over. You begin more rounds of shrieking, mewing, crying; all because Sunghoon somehow found exactly what ruins you. You'll be done in no time.

You whine, “Stupid. Stupid- fucking... I hate you. Hate you so-”

“Answer,” he’s now wrapping his arms around your torso, his hips slamming harshly into your flesh. You better answer soon, or else he’s going to make the decision for you.

A sob bubbles out from your lips, though not a single tear flowed. You were so consumed in your rapture, it made you nearly wail.

“F-Fine! Fine, cum inside me, Sunghoon. Please, please-” a guttural moan gets in the way of you finishing and soon you grow limp. Little moans replace whatever it was you were going to say, and you wait for your orgasm to take over at any point.

You’re so aroused, you can’t even think straight.

Sunghoon’s heard enough. Oh, he’s heard plenty, actually. The moment he heard the slightest bit of confirmation, he relaxed himself into your body with the full intentions of you filling you to the brim with his sticky, thick load.

He’s already unclenched his ass and is just waiting for him cum to shoot out of him, which happens the moment he knicks the special spot that has his cock twitching and releasing hot fluids within your walls.

“Ohh, shit,” he grabs ahold of your hips and forces you close to him, as his dick spills out basically ounces of his semen all inside your pussy. He creams inside of you.

Your eyelids vibrate for the last time, "I'm- c-cumming..."

At the feeling of his orgasm, you quickly experience your own. Your eyes roll back. Your body becomes a trembling mess. Your cunt pulses so much that it’s milking Sunghoon dry, causing his overstimulated dick to shoot out spurts of remaining liquid.

“Fuck, Y/N, fuck.” Sunghoon’s hips stutter as he slows his thrusts down. You’re babbling you’re own incoherent sayings, still experiencing the after shakes of your explosive pop.

Although Sunghoon's climax is slow decreasing, him feeling his once hard cock now softening, he doesn't remove himself immediately.

No, he keeps himself inside of you, and relaxes his tired body, now drenched in both arousal and sweat, on top of yours. Both of you need a breather. And a breather was definitely taken. Which, after a few minutes of heaving panting, turned into a round 2, with this time, Sunghoon fucking you from the front.

While you two stayed in the bathroom for much longer than intended for, trying out different positions, or simply enclosing each other's lips over their own, there’s was an unspoken agreement. A peace treaty, as one might say.

Because, one thing is for certain.

Even if you allowed Sunghoon to continuously stick his dick inside of you round after round, or even as Sunghoon let himself get off to how horny you make him. Even as you two came over and over and over, consecutively…..

Neither of you would remember this night had ever happened, by the time morning came around.

Right?

- Bonus -

Your eyes crack faintly open, the sun shining directly onto you. It acts as a natural alarm for you, which, as you begin stirring awake and slowly sitting up, that fact almost annoys you.

You sit resting on a plush, comforting top, and only after a few bounces, you're able to register that you're in your on-campus apartment, on top of your bed. Though after a few more bounces, you quickly stop because the action begins to hurt your abdomen.

"Oh, god..." Croaking, you let out a good stretch. Then lazily, you swing your legs over your mattress and soon stand up. Your bladder is for some reason screaming at you to go pee.

Even as you shuffle softly into your bathroom, part of your brain must be turned off, because you sense that you're still so out of it from last night. You have no recollection. Of. Anything. You don't even have a memory of getting home, it was bad.

Quietly, you scold yourself for even allowing you to get so inebriated. You mentally said you wouldn't do this again, yet here you are, lost for your memories. You don't remember a single event from before pregamming with your friend, Jungwon.

Screw his stupid jungle juice. That's the last time you'll ever drink that abomination.

Flicking on the light to the bathroom, you find the artificial light creating an even greater headache for you, you squinting your eyes the whole way to the toilet.

Plopping down, you finally relieve yourself your, wipe, flush the toilet, then you're on your way back towards your sink, your head staying down the whole time.

You're mid-washing your hands, with you doing a brief glance upwards, when a quick scream leaves you from what you saw staring back at you.

Red splotches are marked all along your neck, some darker than others. It travels down, you can tell that much, though the random shirt you had on covers the rest.

You lean in closer to the mirror, extending your head up to see the full extent. Oh...is that a hand print? Your eyes go wide at this, the outline becoming much more apparent the longer you stared at the marking.

Just what the actual fuck happened last night?

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[sssugarplum]

𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮 𝐱 𝐅!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐂'𝐬

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐇𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

• definitely made them match cute hello kitty pj's, though Eijiro n you loved it way more than Katsuki did for sure 😭 (deep down he does it bc he loves you both I fear) (he wears those hk pj's almost every night but no one knows this).

• don't ever try and talk down to yourself bc they will be all up on you!! And they will scold you for thinking and saying such things about yourself.

• Especially if you have an 'unacceptable' body type, they are soo all over you. Don't let them hear someone saying anything remotely bad about you or they will lose their shit.

• Kirishima def brings both you and Kats a snack or drink from the venting machine whenever he gets himself something.

• bro, if you're wearing something more revealing or showing more skin, they're dead and feral😩 (especially if you don't show skin a lot or rarely wear revealing clothing.)

• anyone you hate or don't like? Omfg same! They don't either! (If u do they do too).

• will not hesitate to beat your ass when training together. They're both hard on you because they want you to fight and use your quirk to your full potential, though, Eijiro is slightly more careful since he doesn't wanna badly cut you with his hardening. Katsuki is extremely caring tho if he does end up going too far with you or Eijiro.

• they're so loveable. Eijiro is always trying to hold hands with Katsuki and you, even if it's just pinkies. wants to wear y'all's clothes, gives y'all matching bracelets, those things.

• Katsuki though just complains but does do wtvr you ask him too! Def big on acts of service and making sure y'all are not overdoing or overworking yourself, eating enough, resting enough, etc. Although, he lovess loves when Eijiro or you give him head scratches, only in private tho! (He won't fight it if he's tired).

• you're cold? Don't worryyyy they've gotchu! You will be wearing both of their jackets/coats at the same time, AND wearing an extra pair of gloves Katsuki brought (if you're outside, Winter time..) Now you're overheated!

• even if they aren't interested, they'll still watch whatever you put on to watch on yt. They don't know who tf Jaykubscoutz is but hey he's kinda funny..

• if you're too full to finish the rest of your food or wtvr you're eating, or don't like it, give it to one of them and they'll eat it for you.

• if you wear makeup, they love watching you put it on and get ready. Eijiro is the only enthusiastic one if you suggest putting makeup on them. Katsuki won't let you go anywhere near his eyes.

• you're sick? Oh no! That's okay😊 you've got Eijiro comforting you, cuddling and giving you head pats while Katsuki makes you soup and gives you medicine; water, crackers, the good stuff. You get better within 2 days thanks to them!

• if you're on you're period they don't want you doing too much tbh. They know you have to go to your classes, train and stuff but if they can help it they'll get you your food instead or bring it to you. Just ask and you'll get it! They just want to make your period easier for you. They're very understanding.

• youve painted their nails a few times, and Eijiro loves black or red (sometimes both) in him while Katsuki...let's just say he'll only wear black, orange too if you beg him or bribe him enough.

[pedrasacorn]

after that little blurb about jason still caring about reader even after breaking up with her for her own safety i now desperately need an angsty but also a comfort fic where they break up, reader is comfused and sad, jason is even sadder and maybe evn regrets his decision and then something important happens to reader and jason realizes what a mistake it was to push her away and apologises and its all good again! … lol sorry if this is too long i just liked your idea a lot :)

Jason breaks up to protect you

A/n: thank you for requesting :3 it’s so exciting and getting to challenge myself was fun!

Warnings: Blood, injury, brief description of depression, not proof read

5:30pm

Far above the city Jason watches you.

The rain and smog almost conceal his view as you exit your apartment.

But he knows your habits, the way you walk.

It’s only easy to get through your window because he’s the one who goon proofed it.

Your room is clean, as if untouched. Except the bed.

He takes stock of your fridge. Rotting vegetables he tosses, along with the moldy bread and…whatever the hell that was.

His heartache is good. And earned. Deserved even.

All it took was for one rogue to mention your existence, and that was it. Didn’t have a name; just a vague idea of your existence.

He clung to the feeling of panic lacing his veins, keeping it vivid in his mind. He used it to replace the urge to hold you, to wipe your tears, and reassure you. He knew better than to have been in your life.

He uses fresh milk to replace your…chunky one.

“I did not raise you this way…” He mutters; humorously.

As he broke up, he managed to look at your face, he imagined what it would look like dead, and bloody.

It didn’t help. Because you weren’t dead, but you looked something akin to it.

Eggs, and cheese. You don’t like eggs. He knows this.

More bread even if it goes bad again. And snacks. Easy freezer meals.

He shouldn’t, but he stays. He stays hidden in the dark where he belongs, needing to know you make it home okay.

6:31pm

Everything is a fog of grey.

The half eaten sandwich you had at work tasted like nothing.

You couldn’t even cry because—what was the point? You didn’t even really feel anything.

That nothingness multiplies when you get into your apartment. Locking everything up the way Jason taught you.

Although the stab wound, and blood dripping down your side doesn’t feel like nothing.

Sweat beeds down your face, collecting in the neck of your sweater. You just have to get to the kit Jason gave you; the medical bills were not worth it right now.

Your eyes meet his.

Your heart nearly falls out of your chest, releif flooding your veins.

“Jay I’m hurt.” Your voice breaks as tears warp your vision, softening out the world.

6:34

You, are still the most beautiful thing, he has ever beheld.

What was he doing? He had only meant to bring you food. Knowing your tendency to neglect yourself when you were heartsick.

It wasn’t your fault; he’d never blame you. Just wanted to know you weren’t going to fade out of existence the way he faded out of your life.

He runs to you, immediately ripping off your sweater, pressing his hand into your side.

“I’m not going anywhere sweets. M’right here.” He murmurs against your ear, “Who did this?”

“Some stupid—son of a bitch in an alley.” You rasp as he lies you down.

“Yeah? What son’uva bitch? You tell me. Now.”

His accent was so thick when he got upset; like when you forgot to eat, or drink water instead of caffeine.

He’s stunning.

“Hi…” you rasp.

“…hi surga’…” He soothes your cheek.

8:40pm

When you come to you’re alone in your bed.

A sob breaks through the quiet.

So light on his feet, you don’t hear him until he’s halfway into your room.

“Shhh baby it’s okay…hey, hey I’m right here.” He cups your tear streaked face.

You whimper. “You left.”

“I know but I’m not ever going to leave again okay? Yeah?” He tilts your face upward.

“You…you just think you know all the things.” You sniffle.

He can’t help his fond smile; he doesn’t mention how your words make little sense.

“Yeah?” He croons.

You nod.

“You just do things. All the time and it’s…just so you.”

Your glare holds little heat.

Even if it did, any heat from you is warmth to him.

His emotions are bared to you, he’s filled with guilt. Staying wasn’t rational, but he needed you.

He smooths your cheek with his thumb.

“Can you find some forgiveness in that pretty heart of yours?” He murmurs.

He knows he doesn’t deserve it, but it’s the best he can do to ask without begging.

“…I just missed you…the most.” You say, a bit delirious.

“Yeah I missed you too…” He kisses your forehead.

“Is that how you kiss the love of your life?” You glare.

There’s his sweetheart.

“Well you didn’t give me permission now didya?” He smirks.

You meet each other half way, his lips caressing yours.

[tbaluver]

HIIII ,can I request headcanons when the reader likes to play video games and sometimes spend too much time on them ,and how will LaDs boys react , or will they play with her ?

Take your time!

Have a nice day/ night σ(≧ε≦σ)

When You're A Gamer- The Love And DeepSpace Men

parings in order: Xavier x Reader, Zayne x Reader, Rafayel x Reader, Sylus x Reader genre: fluff fluff and silly a/n: HIII anonnie !! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ i hope this was okay i added a couple more like if you were a gamer and also i didn't know how to title this which is why it takes me so long to post (╥﹏╥) anyways i hope you enjoy reading and i hope you have a nice day/ night angel ! (˘ ³˘)♥ any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!

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Xavier:

He watches you play and sometimes joins whenever he can whether it’s multiplayer or you let him try it out. He'll bring snacks and water and offers to feed you while you play.

Your cheerleader from the sidelines. Whenever you get stressed on a certain level or puzzle or anything competitive, he'll always cheer you on and tell you that you're doing so well. When you do win or complete something, he'd be so proud of you! He'll have a soft smile, peppering multiple sweet kisses on your face.

Tries to help you as much as he can with anything puzzle or choice-story based games. But when you both give up, he'll end up looking it up for the both of you.

Whenever the game gets too challenging, he'll offer some gentle massages or that you should rest your eyes, leaving both of you to cuddle and unwind together, easing away the stress.

When you play video games on the living room TV, he would position himself between your thighs, watching your gameplay. It wouldn’t take him long to drift off to sleep with his head resting comfortably against your tummy.

Zayne:

He doesn’t mind it but he will remind you often to make sure to stretch when you play for too long and that you eat and drink plenty of water. And he will most definitely scold you if you miss your meals because you didn’t want to lose a round in a game

He’ll make sure to leave snacks and water by you whenever you’re playing a video game. Sometimes he’ll leave a blanket or drape a cozy blanket over you before returning to his laptop to work, ensuring you’re comfy while he focuses on his tasks.

He'll sit right beside you, gently massaging one of your free hands. Zayne is always attentive to your well-being, so whenever you lose a game or whenever the game becomes too challenging, he'll suggest taking a short walk outside to get some fresh air and to stretch your legs.

He does get curious when he sees you on your console or pc. He hears you laughing or possibly raging about a game and he wants to know what’s happening. When you let him try out a game, he’ll prefer to watch you first before trying it out.

It’s honestly cute when he’s focused. He’d listen to your guidance and he’s a very patient learner, he never gets frustrated whenever he doesn’t get something right the first time. Eventually he quickly picks up the mechanics of each game, often surpassing your skills in no time! He just has natural hand-eye coordination.

Rafayel:

He’s probably the most out of these four to be bothered that you play video games a lot. He’s literally offended that you think spending all your time playing video games is a better time than spending time with him but he’s literally busy with his paintings whenever you're on your game.

Eventually he will cave and join in and watch you. Until he wants to play. and he. does. not. give. the. controller. back. until he wins. He would look at you with a pout whenever he loses, hoping you would erase that from your memory.

He’s actually not bad at playing video games and mostly wins whatever games you play. However, if it was a gacha game and you ask him to do your pulls because he’s your ‘good luck’ charm, his ego would soar. But if he ends up losing your 50/50, he’ll blame you and it was definitely not because of him that he lost.

You two would stay up so late playing, immersed in gaming. Most of the time he’d simply watch you play, offering some enthusiasm and being your cheerleader or sometimes he’d be your backseat gamer. He’d be right beside you, shaking you in excitement and pointing at the screen, completely immersed with you in the game.

Over time, he picks up your gaming lingo and eventually incorporates it into your conversations and text messages, sometimes leaving Thomas confused about the nonsense you two talk about.

Sylus:

He would pass by the living room and see you and the twins playing video games and he would be a little curious. He doesn’t understand at first what's so intriguing about it but then suddenly he’s doing that dad stance by the tv, clearly intrigued. He’d be mostly intrigued if it were games that involved fighting or action and he would be SAT on that couch watching you play.

He’d likely point out that the guns and fighting strategies in those games aren’t very realistic. But he’s also very quick to praise you, cheering you on whenever you land a perfect shot or execute a great move. A skilled hunter in person and in game? He’s impressed and very proud of his girl.

He’d have his arm relaxed against the back of the couch while you rest your head in his lap, engrossed in your game. He loves listening to you share your thoughts about the games you play, finding it utterly adorable to hear you talk about your many interests. He pays close attention, wanting to remember every detail about it so he can discuss them with you more in the future.

He mostly watches you play and sometimes when you offer to let him play, he'll try it out! He's good at the games because he's watched you enough to see how the games work and he's listened to you talk about it a lot! But when he loses really badly, he's kind of a sore loser, making up excuses how the game isn't as realistic in real life.

Sylus will buy things to make your gaming setup more comfortable! Knowing how often you game, he’ll surprise you here and there with a better gaming chair or a headset, along with any upgrades that will make your gaming experience more comfy!

While he’s away working, he’ll text you reminders to eat and stretch, and let you know when your favorite food is on the way, ensuring you can enjoy a meal while you game.

[wannaeatramyeon]

Jaegyeon Na x Reader: Car Policy

G/N. Fluffy. Masterlists

Jaegyeon has a crush on you.

Him taking you for car rides isn't anything new. He uses it as a chance to show off his car (mid) and his driving skills (also mid).

But when he offered to take you through the drive thru to pick up some coffee, that was when you developed an inkling.

It comes as no surprise that Jaegyeon has a no eating or drinking policy when it comes to his precious car. You had sat in that rust bucket in the middle of summer, thirsty and dehydrated, sweaty from the lack of air conditioning and Jaegyeon never wavered on this policy and allowed you a sip of water. In fact, he started yelling about you getting said sweat all over his seats.

What a charmer.

Either way, you aren't going to pass up a chance to score some free coffee.

You say yes and slurp happily in the passenger's seat, ignoring Jaegyeon side-eyeing you each time.

.

.

"You-" Jaegyeon gulps and looks away, "you can finish that in the car."

Your eyes grow wide as saucers. "Really?"

He gives you a brief nod.

You and your gluttony. The street foods of Seoul tempt you and you are often too weak to say no. As a punishment for your sin, you're usually left standing out in the cold, fingers growing numb as you try to quickly stuff whatever you bought into your mouth. Jaegyeon more often than not watches in distaste, grateful that your shoddy eating habits aren't dirtying his ride.

However, that has now come to an end. Poor guy, his emotion overrules his sense of logic. All he can see is you cutely munching away, even in the dead of winter and he is completely head over heels.

You now know beyond a shadow of a doubt that he likes you.

You take advantage of his soft heart and sit in the warmth of Jaegyeon's car. With each bite of your corn dog, his grip on the steering wheel grows tighter.

When the first crumbs drops, his nostrils flare.

When the second falls, his eyebrows twitch.

And then finally - when a drop of ketchup drips onto the upholstery, you hear a gasp.

You don't know whether it came from you or him.

"Sorry!" You blurt out, immediately trying to clean it with your sweatshirt sleeve.

"STOP! You're just rubbing it in more!"

You whip your head around to stare at Jaegyeon in horror at your misstep.

With tears in his eyes, he swallows down the lump in his throat. "It's fine." He mutters and diverts his gaze back onto the road.

He can't bear to look at you right now.

His grip is white knuckled. To add insult to injury, he thinks he might be leaving nail marks on the steering wheel.

"Sorry," you mumble again and Jaegyeon sighs. All annoyance crumbles at your meek tone.

He peers over and notices you holding your half eaten snack with no intention to finish it. Face flushed pink with embarrassment, your contentment from moments ago completely evaporated and he sighs again.

"Eat it," he grits out with a forced smile. "It's fine," he repeats.

Goddamn. It's absolutely not fine but-

With one more long suffering sigh, Jaegyeon laments how much he really does like you.

And-

Well-

You like him too. Probably a lot less than how much he likes his car but definitely a lot more than your corndog.

"Nah," you pat his knee and feel him jerk in surprise at your touch. The car veers wildly for a split second. "I'll finish it later."

Jaegyeon arches an eyebrow as if to say: Oh? That's very unlike you.

"I’ll eat it when I'm out of your car," you explain, then add "You're cute when you're trying to be nice."

"I'm not nice," he huffs though a smirk teases at his lips.

Knowing his car is finally safe from your greasy treat, his grip loosens, his jaw unclenches and his shoulders relax.

His whole body breathes a sigh of relief and his affection for you grows.

[7ndipity]

Aftercare Headcanons

Ot7 x Reader

Summary: How each member would handle aftercare with their S/o

Warnings: mentions of sex(nothing explicit tho), not proofread

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this!(note: since I did a similar list for Hobi a while back, part of his section is kinda reiterations from that post).

Masterlist

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Jin:

Aftercare with him is pretty quiet, tbh. He tends to get a lil shy after sex, especially if it was a rougher, more intense session, so he mainly likes to just hold you and talk for a while to help you both calm down.

He’s pretty simplistic when it comes to his routine(hydrate, wash up, sleep), but he’s super cute and gentle about the whole process, cracking lame jokes here and there to make you laugh(lowkey bc it’s part of how he checks to make sure you’re in a good headspace afterwards, but also just bc it’s Jin)

Lots of soft kisses and lingering touches as the two of you clean up(loves showering with you and would totally just stay in there hugging you till the water runs cold)

Will happily make you both some snacks if you’re hungry, but he definitely needs a nap with you to fully recharge.

Yoongi:

As I’ve said before, acts of service is his main love language, so this is very much his wheelhouse.

He’s surprisingly cuddly after sex, especially if it was a more intense session. He finds quiet skinship afterwards even more important than during the act. He might restrict your hands so you can’t touch him during sex, but afterwards he’s making sure to hold them and let you touch and feel him, helping both of you ground yourselves.

He might not be the most elaborate with his routine, but he’s very serious about the basics. Like, he knows you might feel too tired to do much, but he will nag your ear off about dehydration and the dangers of UTIs if he has to till you drink some water and go to the bathroom.

He kinda melts when you look after him too, tending any scratches or marks and offering to massage any sore muscles. He’s used to being the one in the caregiver role, so when the roles reverse, he turns into the softest baby.

Hobi:

He’s so soft and giggly after sex, his hands never leaving you, playing with your hands as he leaves little kisses all over your face, speaking softly as he asks how you feel and if there’s anything you need.

He tends to go into caretaker mode a lil bit, making sure you have some water, maybe a snack if you feel up for it, carefully checking you over for any marks or sore spots that need extra care if it was a more intense session.

He almost forgets to look after himself as well until you kinda take the reins on him, treating him in much the same manner as he does you. Loves when you wash his hair for him in the shower.

After you’re both clean and back in the bed, he likes to just kinda hang out with you, watching a movie or show together, even though he almost always ends up falling asleep while you play with his hair.

Namjoon:

Honestly, he gets a little shy/nervous during aftercare? He knows he has a tendency of getting pretty rough even during softer sessions, so once he calms down and his head clears, he wants to make sure you’re okay and that he didn’t go overboard.

Handles you so tenderly and with so much gentleness. Takes a lot of pride in getting to look after you in such intimate ways, washing and drying your body, helping you get dressed, making sure you eat and drink something before you fall asleep, etc.

Absolutely melts at the way you take care of him afterwards too, always ready with gentle reassurances and soothing touches as you work out any soreness he has(could honestly lead to a super soft round two if you’re not careful)

He doesn’t usually fall asleep that quickly after sex, so once you’re both clean and settled in the bed or wherever, he likes to talk for a while till one of you falls asleep, tending to get a little sentimental as he goes on.

Jimin:

He’s so sweet and comforting after sex, aftercare with him would be full of the softest touches and kisses, refusing to leave your side for more than a minute(unless you want some time by yourself, then he’s waiting impatiently for the second you say okay so he can tackle you for another cuddle session)

Likes just getting to lay with you for a while as you come down, talking quietly while running his hands over your body absent-mindedly or playing with your fingers to help you both ground yourselves.

Takes looking after you quite seriously though, making sure you drink enough water and do some stretches to relieve any soreness in your limbs before moving on to the shower to clean up(where he will continue to hug/cling to you as you help wash each other)

Gets quite tired afterwards, but will only fall asleep once he’s sure you’re both okay and tended to, either holding you close to his chest or vice versa.

Taehyung:

He’s usually super sleepy after sex, so initial aftercare is pretty basic, but still super important for both of you.

He tends to get really clingy, needing to hold you close as the two of you talk and get your bearings, seeking reassurance that you’re okay and that you both feel good, that you love him, etc.

Honestly, you might have to take the reigns a little bit to make sure you’re both clean and hydrated and taken care of in those ways before he falls asleep on you(he just feels soo subby to me, I can’t)

In the morning/after a nap however, you’re waking up to a bubble bath, food, massages, the full royal treatment. He basically waits on you hand and foot for the next couple hours to make up for his initial lack of focus.

Jungkook:

He is so soft but serious about aftercare. He knows he can be more than a little rough when he’s lost in the moment, so he tries to counter that by being extra gentle with you afterwards.

He has the whole thing down to a system, it’s almost like a post workout routine for him, (lowkey the type to high-five you afterwards like “good job babe”🙄)

He’s honestly kinda hyper about the whole thing? Like, as soon as he manages to catch his breath, he’s immediately up and all over the place, getting you both some water, helping you to the bathroom to wash up(will straight up carry you if your legs are shaky) grabbing some fresh sheets if needed.

It’s only once you’re both clean and tended to that he kinda starts to slump and gets tired and cuddly, snuggling close to you before dozing off.

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[makeitmingi]

Asking You To Be His Valentine's

[Let The Heart Love Again Drabble]

pairing: wooyoung x danceteacher!reader (y/n) feat. Yoonseo

summary: after agreeing to go on a date with wooyoung, your relationship only grew and blossomed into something much more beautiful. as wooyoung expected, you've integrated perfectly into his and yoonseo's lives. and despite already being in a relationship, yoonseo insists that wooyoung ask you to be his valentines.

word count: 3.1K

a/n: a little late to valentines day posting but ive been wanting to write something for 'Let The Heart Love Again' and what better time to write for them than valentines day!

"Good work today, everyone! Thank you." The boys bowed to each other and the members of BB Trippin, who bowed back. They all split up to go to their phones or get a drink of water after practicing for so long. Wooyoung grabbed his phone and sat with his back against the mirror, to read a message from you.

'Hey! We just ended class, going for a quick snack before going to KQ. See you~ - (y/n)'

He smiled at the picture you attached of Yoonseo eating and sent you a reply before tucking his phone into his pocket and going to drink water. Wooyoung took out a towel to wipe his sweat.

"So, Valentine's day is coming up soon." San said, wiping his body and downed a whole bottle of water.

"I'm aware..." Wooyoung trailed off, giving his best friend a suspicious look, wondering where he was going with this.

"What are your plans? Did you even ask (y/n) to be your valentine's yet?" San asked and sat beside Wooyoung. The shorter blinked in confusion and shook his head.

"What do you mean? We're dating, I already asked her to be my girlfriend. Isn't it obvious that she's my valentine's?" He frowned.

"Oh, hyung! Poor, naive Wooyoung hyung." Jongho chimed in with a shake of his head.

"So what if you're dating? You could be married and girls still like to be asked by guys to be their valentine's! A lot of guys forget to ask and girls can get upset. You have to ask (y/n) to be your valentine's." San pointed out.

"You make it sound like if I don't ask, she'll accept some other guy's request to be his valentine's. And I know (y/n) isn't like that, she's pretty chill." Wooyoung shrugged.

"Even the most chillest girls like to be asked out." Yunho added.

"Coming from all of you who are single!" Wooyoung scoffed loudly, rolling his eyes.

"If you excuse me, my girls are coming. Put on your shirt." Wooyoung threw his towel at San. San rolled his eyes and pulled his shirt on while Wooyound went out.

"There are my girls!" Wooyoung smiled, seeing you and Yoonseo emerge from the lift hand in hand.

"Appa!" Yoonseo laughed and ran forward, landing in her father's arms. He showered her in kisses. You smiled and headed over.

"Hey." You greeted softly. Wooyoung straightened up and smiled softly, reaching out to hold your hand. He leaned in to give you a kiss on the cheek. He knew that you were still a little shy when it came to PDA, especially at the company when you knew that the other members were around.

"How was practice?" You asked.

"Good. Tiring but good. I'm excited for the comeback, new choreography always gets me excited." He said.

"And how was class?" He asked back. You nodded over to Yoonseo, who began to excitedly tell her dad all that she learnt in class today. You listened to her with an endearing smile on your face.

"That's right. She's almost in a full side split." You said and Yoonseo nodded, happy to have your validation.

"Are you staying over tonight?" Wooyoung asked.

"Please! Please stay over!" Yoonseo begged when you didn't answer immediately, thinking of your schedule tomorrow. Wooyoung held Yoonseo's shoulders.

"Don't do that, baby." Wooyoung looked down at his daughter in slight disapproval, making Yoonseo pout.

"It's fine, Woo. I just have practice tomorrow morning for my upcoming showcase." You said.

"It's entirely up to you but I can drop you off if you'd like. I'm off tomorrow so I'll drop you at the studio then Yoonseo at school." He offered. You thought about it and nodded your head. Yoonseo cheered and hugged your legs.

"Hi, (y/n)~" The other members emerged from the studio. You waved and bowed to them. Your serious relationship with Wooyoung was still rather new so you were still formal with the others.

"Good work today." You clapped.

"You too." Jongho smiled kindly. Wooyoung cleared his throat and wrapped an arm around your waist to hold you to his side.

"Gongju nim!" San scooped Yoonseo up and hugged her, the two were always so excited to see each other, even if they see each other at least every other day.

"Geez, you two are always like long lost lovers." Wooyoung scoffed.

"It's cute." You giggled, seeing San piggyback Yoonseo and march around playfully, making her laugh.

"Alright, you two, break it up. It's time to go home." Wooyoung clapped. He loved his members like his family but right now, he'd much rather spend time with you, relaxing at home after working. San and Yoonseo whined, unhappy that they were not able to spend more time together.

"Why don't you two go ahead? I'm free for the rest of the day, I'll drop the princess off tonight." San offered.

"Me too!" Yunho raised his hand. Wooyoung gave an uncertain look, looking at Yoonseo who nodded her head happily, wanting to spend time with her uncles.

"Fine. But have her back home by 6. She has school tomorrow." Wooyoung said. Jongho, San and Yunho saluted to Wooyoung.

"Bye, baby. I'll see you later." Wooyoung opened his arms. Yoonseo came down and hugged her dad.

"Bye, appa." She kissed his cheek before hugging you.

"Have fun, Yoonseo ah. See you later." You hugged her before she went back to playing with her uncles. Wooyoung grasped your hand with his own and led you to the exit.

"Are you hungry?" You asked, cupping his cheek. Wooyoung shook his head and hugged your waist, resting his head on your shoulder.

"Everything ok?" There was more worry in your voice now as your fingers touched the back of his neck.

"Mmm, just tired. I'm glad you're here now." He mumbled. Reaching the basement carpark, Wooyoung opened the car door for you to enter before running to the driver's side to enter. Wooyoung started the car and began to drive.

"Comeback season is coming soon. I'm gonna be busy." Wooyoung said, his hand reaching to rest on your thigh.

"It's alright, Wooyoung. I understand." You placed your hand over his, knowing that he was worried about not being able to see you with his busy comeback schedule.

"We'll make time." He smiled.

"Of course. And if you need me to come over and help with Yoonseo, I'll be more than happy to." You giggled.

"Thanks. I'm sure Yoonseo will be happy to hear that, she loves you and loves spending time with you." Wooyoung chuckled. You felt a warmth in your heart hearing him say that.

"I love hanging out with her too. She's such an amazing kid." You said, making Wooyoung smile proudly.

"Come on." After he parked, you and Wooyoung headed up to the apartment. Even if you didn't live together, you stayed over often.

"I declare that we spend the rest of the day in bed." Wooyoung said as the two of you removed your shoes. You nodded with a giggle, liking that idea. While you unpacked your bag, Wooyoung bent down and kissed your cheek before going to shower. You began to unpack the items in your dance bag.

You placed your ballet shoes by the balcony, next to Yoonseo's to air them. Then you did the laundry, washing your stuff along with Wooyoung's clothes and Yoonseo's.

"This is what it's like living with two ballerinas." Wooyoung laughed, emerging from the room while drying his hair.

"It's only going to get more, you know? More constumes, more dance shoes, all that." You grinned.

"Well, I'll have you to help me sort those things out." He pulled you in by your waist. You slapped his chest and went to shower, wanting nothing more than to spend time with Wooyoung now.

"I'll prepare your snacks for dance tomorrow since I'm preparing Yoonseo's." Wooyoung said through the bathroom door.

"Thank you!" You replied loudly.

"Wooyou-" You paused when you came out after your shower and drying your hair to see Wooyoung fast asleep. He had one of Yoonseo's stuffed animals on his chest.

"Cute." You tried to muffle your giggles and slid under the blanket, sleeping against his side.

After Yoonseo came back last night, all 3 of you had a nice dinner and you helped Wooyoung with putting her to bed. He didn't want to excite her too much since he wanted her to sleep early since there was school the next day.

"I'll see you, jagi." Wooyoung leaned over to give you a kiss as he pulled up to the drop off of the dance academy. You smiled into the kiss and grabbed your bag.

"Mmm, see you. Thanks for dropping me off. Bye, Yoonseo ah. Have a nice day at school." You wished.

"Bye, (y/n) unnie." Yoonseo giggled and waved. You and Wooyoung decided that Yoonseo would call you 'unnie'... for now.

"Stay safe." Wooyoung said as you exited the car. The father and daughter watched as you entered the building and disappeared from their sights.

"So, appa." Yoonseo cleared her throat.

"Uh oh, what did I do wrong now?" Wooyoung asked jokingly, sensing Yoonseo's sudden seriousness.

"This is serious, appa! Uncle Sannie told me you haven't asked (y/n) unnie to your valentine's! What if someone else asks her? We're doomed!" Yoonseo yelled dramatically.

"We're not doomed, my precious baby. I don't know why uncle Sannie is telling you these things but (y/n) unnie is already my valentine's. I don't have to ask her." Wooyoung said with a soft sigh, looks like he'll need to call his best friend to scold him about the things that he's telling his niece.

"Well, did you ask her? Or do you think she is your valentines?" Yoonseo questioned back.

"I don't think, I know. Why do you think she stays over all the time? We go on dates. That means she's my valentines, my white day, everything." Wooyoung explained.

"Hmm, no. You have to ask her before it's too late." Yoonseo shook her head.

"Do you want me to do it for you?" Yoonseo offered when she was met with her father's silence.

"What? No. I don't need you to do it for me. I can ask her, I just don't know why you and your silly uncles are so insistent on this." He scoffed in disbelief.

"We're just trying to help, appa. You like (y/n) unnie and want her to be your valentines right?" Yoonseo asked.

"Yes, of course. I just didn't think I would need to ask her when we're dating. But if it'll satisfy you, I'll ask her, okay?" Wooyoung sighed.

"Okay! You have to do it tonight. And I'll help! You need to get flowers, everyone likes flowers! And write her a card." Yoonseo excitedly started listing things for her father to do and buy, which Wooyoung will have to do after dropping her off at school.

"Alright, now, you focus on school! Have a nice day, baby. I'll come pick you up when you're done." Wooyoung hugged his daughter and kissed her head.

"Bye, appa. Remember to get everything I told you." Yoonseo reminded sternly.

"Yes, ma'am." Wooyoung saluted.

So, Wooyoung went to the shop and got almost everything his daughter told him to get. Then he got home and started decorating. It wasn't even valentine's day yet.

Honestly, Wooyoung has never done this before. His last relationship was with Yoonseo's mother and they didn't date conventionally.

'Asking my girlfriend to be my valentine's |'

Wooyoung sat on the couch and searched online. Looks like his members and own daughter was correct, many girls liked to be asked to be valentine's dates despite already being together.

"Maybe this is why she left me." Wooyoung said bitterly, recalling how Yoonseo's mother threw insults at him.

"Streamers, flowers, cupcakes." Now Wooyoung wanted to make sure he had everything. This wasn't valentine's celebration, it was him asking you to be his valentine's. By the time he was done getting everything ready, he had to go pick Yoonseo up from school. As he waited, he called you.

"Hey. I'm picking Yoonseo up from school. What time will you be done today? I can pick you up." He smiled as he leaned against his car, keeping an eye out for his daughter.

"Hmm, let me run to check my schedule. I have rehearsals for my showcase... And a costume fitting... I don't think I'll be done so early."

"No worries. I know you're busy getting ready for your upcoming performance." Wooyoung chuckled.

"Yeah, I've been running back and forth. Sorry... I think I'll only be done around 8. Don't worry, I can make my way over to yours on my own when I'm done."

"Are you sure?" Wooyoung waved to Yoonseo when he saw her come out with her class and teahcer.

"Positive! I'll see you and Yoonseo at home?"

"Yeah, alright. Drop me a text when you're leaving the studio. Have a good rehearsal, make sure to drink water and eat something. I love you." Wooyoung wished, his heart warm when you referred to his place as 'home'.

"Thank you. I love you too!"

"Appa!" Yoonseo jumped into Wooyoung's arms. He chuckled and hugged her tightly. Despite only being apart for a few hours, he had missed her dearly.

"Come, let's go." He opened the door for her to climb into her booster seat in the car. Of course, there were people still taking pictures.

He is Wooyoung from Ateez after all.

"(y/n) just called, she's coming back at 8 after her rehearsals so we'll surprise her then. I've decorated the house and got everything ready." Wooyoung informed his daughter as he drove.

"Okay! I can make sure you did it right." Yoonseo said. Of course, she was a kid and meant no malice when she said that.

"Yes, boss nim." Wooyoung teased back.

"It has to be perfect, appa!" Yoonseo exclaimed.

"Yeah, yeah. I hear you." Wooyoung groaned, his daughter was nagging him like he was the child and she was the parent. Honestly, she was starting to sound like Hongjoong, which scared him slightly. His life will not be easy if his daughter starts to nag him and boss him around like Hongjoong does.

"So, how did I do?" Wooyoung asked when he opened the door and let Yoonseo into the house, letting her look around. Yoonseo tapped her chin as she inspected the place.

"You did good, appa." She spun on her heels and gave him an approving thumbs up.

"Come here, you." Wooyoung grabbed her and attacked her with kisses, making her squeal loudly and laugh.

"Here, this is for you. Will you be appa's valentine's too?" He grabbed a smaller bouquet with a small puppy plush attached. Yoonseo grinned and threw her arms around her father's neck.

"Yes! Me and (y/n) unnie will be your valentine's!" She giggled, hugging her dad tightly.

"I'm glad." He smiled softly and hugged her.

"Now, we have to get ready for our surprise. Let's go pick out a pretty dress." Wooyoung held Yoonseo's hand, leading her to her room.

After a long day of rehearsals, you finally made your way back to Wooyoung's place. Your friends spent the whole day talking about their upcoming valentine's day plans. You didn't want anything significant, maybe just dinner with Wooyoung and Yoonseo.

"I'm home~" You announced and removed your shoes in the doorway. To your surprise, the house was dark. You thought Wooyoung and Yoonseo would be home. Maybe they were both sleeping.

"Wooyoung? Yoonseo?" You called out but there was no reply. As you walked down the hall to the living room, you gasped.

"Hi, jagi."

"Hi, (y/n) unnie." The father and daughter were right in the middle, both dressed up, with candles and flower petals around. Each of them had flowers in their hands.

"Hi... What's going on? Did I miss an important date?" Your eyes widened in worry.

"No, you didn't. With valentine's day coming up, I was gratefully reminded that I have not asked you to be my valentine's."

"Oh..." You nodded slowly. Yoonseo giggled and ran up to you. You bent down to hug her, wrapping your arms around her waist as you watied for Wooyoung to finish.

"So, will you be my valentine's?" He asked with a crooked smile.

"Yes, Wooyoung. I will be your valentine's. You too, Yoonseo." You giggled. Yoonseo clapped and hugged you before letting you go to Wooyoung. You received the flowers, cradling it in your arms as you leaned forward to give him a kiss. Wooyoung's hands automatically came to rest on your waist.

"Thank you for doing this. It's really sweet." You smiled.

"I helped!" Yoonseo raised her hand with a proud smile. Your hand came to rest on the top of her head, she was really such a great kid.

"Although, I have to admit, I thought we were already each other's valentine's... Unless you were planning on asking someone else?" You raised an eyebrow, teasing Wooyoung.

"What?! No, of course not! It's just that the other guys said... then Yoonseo said... See! I told you." Wooyoung stuck his tongue out at Yoonseo.

"You're so dramatic, appa." Yoonseo scoffed, as if she wasn't the same.

"So, you didn't need me to ask you to be my valentine's?" Wooyoung checked. You shook your head.

"Yeah, she didn't need it, appa. But like uncle Hwa says, it's not a 'need', it's a 'want'." Yoonseo lifted a finger, quoting one of her uncles. Wooyoung sighed and shook his head.

"You need to stop hanging out with your uncles so much." Wooyoung squinted his eyes. You laughed and hugged Wooyoung. Even if you were not expecting this at all, you were still touched that he did this for you. As you both sat on the couch, Yoonseo sat on your lap.

"What's this? Did you make this in school?" You asked, gesturing the the beaded bracelet on her wrist.

"No. Seojun asked me to be his valentine's and gave me this. See the heart?" She showed you the pink heart bead right in the middle.

"Ah... I see. That's sweet." You nodded slowly, turning to glance at Wooyoung. The poor man looked like he was going to burst a blood vessel, his eye twitching slightly.

"And what did you say...?" Wooyoung asked, strained.

"I told him I'll think about it." Yoonseo shrugged. You pursed your lips to hide your laugh at Wooyoung's reaction.

"The answer is 'no', baby. You tell him no. Wait, don't even talk to him anymore. You're only allowed to have girl friends, no boy friends. I'm telling uncle Sannie you talked to a boy." Wooyoung stood up.

"Wait, no, appa! Don't tell him!" Yoonseo slid off her lap and ran after her father.

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Masterlist

[ablobwhowrites]

PLEASE-... please just a bit more on the 'A new home sweet home' AU. I'm emotionally attached I'm attached to

Please I need more-... I love them🥲

-the weird one

Don’t worry. There’s a lot more of new home sweet home au cause I like writing for this au.

There was a time when y/n and their best friend went to hang out for a little bit. (Don't worry, y/n's grandma was watching the toys and yeah they where introduced to their grandma and she acts like all the toys are her grandkids and she brought cookies for them everytime she gets to watch them for a bit) y/n's friend kinda snuck into playtime co but only the surface and found a document with y/n's name on it and it read how y/n was perfect for a experiment for a new toy. And their surgery date was the same time as the hour of joy and this makes y/n wonder if had they stayed and not went to work that week then what would happen to the toys? What would have happened to them? After everything and how they didn't know what was happening to the kids in that factory, they trusted that playtime co was a alright company but now they don't know what to think but y/n just decide to burn it. Just felt right that playtime co can't hurt the toys anymore, they can't hurt them anymore.

Also the first week when y/n brought all the toys back to their house. Y/n got some food and when I tell you, the toys sobbed because like food never tasted so good because being starved and forced be eating corpses and rotten food or even other toys. Like y/n made some food for them and when doey ate his food. Jack (sorry if I got the kids names wrong or mixed up) Immediately took over and he started to cry and eat cause like who wouldn't after finally getting to eat a good meal and being able to be in a safe house after being hurt, starved and abandoned and scared for years. And the fridge and any small snacks are all eaten and y/n isn't mad and will just worry about later.

Y/n also may have asked for their friends mini van and to be picked up and y/n's best friend was the first to kinda meet the toys and saw y/n basically bloody and beaten because no way they come out unscathed. It was a very awkward drive back to y/n's house. Also totally imagine just y/n taking a good shower but then shower though hits them and they realize they have bascially traumatized toys who where once kids but horrifically made into these things and now y/n has to take care of them but it's better than the factory. Far better than the factory.

(that's it for this yap session. Promise more stuff for this au is coming out but if you like it please don't be shy and request any ideas for stories or just your thoughts on this au. But for now please stay safe and drink water!)

[erwinsvow]

thinking about being rafe’s new stepsister—your mom marries his dad and you move to tannyhill right before summer starts. at first he doesn’t care about it at all, doesn’t even talk about it with wheezie n sarah, more annoyed than anything that he has to deal with yet another girl in the house.

then he sees that you’re real pretty, shy and sweet the way he likes, never talking back to anyone, always doing what you’re told. he thinks he could have fun with you, the way you get so pleased with he actually volunteers to drive you around and give you a quick tour of the island. you were gonna go ride around on your bike but there’s a nail in the tire. rafe tells you “get your ass in the truck, kid, i’ll show you around.” you leave your useless bike where it is and so he ends up taking (really more parading) you around, showing you the beach and the country club and the good ice cream shops.

he thinks he’s going to have a good time trying to get into your bed, that it’ll take some sweet talking and latent touches and his devilishly handsome smile to urge you into thinking that this is a good thing, that you should want to be spend such quality time with your new big brother. rafe thought it would be such fun… until he ends up wrapped around your little finger!

he doesn’t realize when exactly it happened, somewhere in between driving you to the kook parties and feeling mildly irritated when he sees you talking to some boy and then feeling beyond ecstatic when you abandon the conversation to talk to rafe instead, the sulking boy taking off the second he sees rafe walking over to you, wrapping his arm around your waist and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. that boy thinks the two of you are dating, and when you do nothing to quell that idea, he starts feeling like he’s never felt before.

the pair of you leave from the party when you want to leave, despite his friends telling him how early it is and that they had people lined up to buy. what you say, goes, and so he takes you to get ice cream after leaving and the two of you eat it in his car in the parking lot, and before long, this is happening every other day. walks on the beach after dinner with the rest of your new family, midnight runs to get snacks when you get hungry—first you’d knock on his door or send him a text but now you two are basically together until midnight every night anyways, so it doesn’t take more than a tug of his arm to get his attention.

“shit, kid, got me running in circles for your crap-” he’ll tell you when he comes back to tannyhill with take out from one place for the two of you to share for dinner and drinks from another place, the new water bottle you wanted in yet another bag, but you had asked rafe so sweetly to pick it up for you, he couldn’t find it in him to disappoint you and say refuse.

in front of the others, it’s all pg-rated, movies on the couch sharing a blanket, but once they’re out of eyesight you lean against rafe and he holds you like a boyfriend would, carries you to bed when you fall asleep and gets in right beside you. presses a kiss to your forehead and says “sleep tight baby, m’right here” in his sleepy, low voice and you feel like you’re in heaven.

one time ward comes to wake you up and your bed is empty, and he goes to rafe’s room to ask if you went out last night after the two of you left to get dessert—which was really just an hour of making out in the backseat of his truck and returning before anyone got suspicious—and he sees you sleeping in there and just is speechless and about to get so angry at rafe. but you jump in and lie to his face, saying you saw a spider that disappeared and couldn’t sleep in there so you just came straight to rafe’s room because he was awake. (ward half believes it, rafe tells you he loves you right after he walks out because you defended him without a second of hesitation.)

it’s really funny because he really did just want to see if he could get into your panties but he’s so whipped for you now—feels like you get him and support him and clear up some of the fogginess in his brain. you keep him out of trouble and you’re good for him, and he’s trying hard to be a good boyfriend to you, even though he’s not your boyfriend, could never be your boyfriend.

drives you up to norfolk for a weekend trip—you lie and say your friends are meeting up there and rafe offers to take you since you don’t drive much (you don’t drive anywhere because rafe takes you everywhere). your mom happily agrees while ward is suspicious, still, but doesn’t voice anything since he doesn’t want your mom to worry. takes you on a real date, where he can hold you by the waist and kiss you and do anything he wants since no one knows you two.

books a cute hotel by the water and fucks you for the first time there, because he’d once thought getting caught only added to the appeal of seducing you, but now it just makes his blood run cold. you don’t care, though, and you tell him as much—that no one in the cameron family could make you stop seeing him unless you decided other wise. after all you knew that would be a part of the deal when you decided you had to make your new step brother yours until any circumstances and stuck that nail in your bike’s wheel so you could find an excuse to spend time with rafe.

that night in the hotel he holds you close and talks quietly to the ceiling, to you, to no one in particular since he thinks you’re asleep.

“don’t have to worry about getting caught, baby. i’ll just marry you and then no one can tell us what to do. just wait until we get back, then it’ll be fine, ‘jus us two forever, hm?”

<3

[judyvan]

Keep It Down (The Movie Night) - Matt Sturniolo Fanfic

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The Movie Night

Summary: You desperately want Matt, but his brothers are in the house. Will you be able to contain yourself to avoid the awkwardness?

Warnings: Cursing

A/N: This is my first fanfic. Interactions are appreciated. This story has multiple parts, this is the first one. Please don't steal my shit. Thanks!💋

To read the second part click here.

To read the last part (The Morning After) click here.

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"WHATTT WAS THAT?!?" Nick exclaims as the little boy in the center of the screen is swept away by a big monster.

      After a long day of hanging out with your boyfriend and his brothers, you're watching A Quiet Place back at their house. Matt Sturniolo, your long time boyfriend, saw the movie on Netflix and suggested that you guys watch it. His brothers, Nick and Chris, asked if they could join in.

"Okay. That's enough of this. I don't want to watch this stupid movie anymore," Chris says. "I cannot sit here and watch this movie if they aren't going to talk. It makes no sense. It's just dumb."

"Well, maybe Chris if you would just SHUT THE FUCK UP and watch the movie you would actually know what's going on!" Nick shouts back.

"No forget this. I'm just going to go to bed."

"Motherfucker you are not going to go lay down in my room without me in there," Nick says back.

"Looks like you'll be accompanying me then. Huh?"

"I guess I'll just finish the movie with you guys tomorrow, unless you plan on watching the rest of it tonight," Nick says, following Chris towards his room, looking back at you and Matt.

     Chris typically decides to sleep in his brothers' rooms. He picks a different sibling depending on his mood that day. Whenever you're over, he sleeps with Nick.

"We are going to keep watching the movie, but we will probably just go to my room," Matt starts. "I don't know if we will finish it or not though. I am kind of tired."

"Okay, you two," Nick starts with a smirk, "Goodnight, sleep tight, and don't let the bed bugs bite." He waves at you and Matt, fluttering his fingers and batting his eyes in a sarcastically flirty manner.

"Goodnight you guys," Chris says, mocking Nick's movements.

     You hear the pair bickering as they walk towards Nick's room, shoving each other back and forth.

     "Do you want to go to my room to finish watching the movie or should we stay here on the couch and watch it?" Matt asks.

      You can see the drowsiness in his eyes as he looks at you. It was pretty late at night and you were starting to feel tired too.

     "Let's just go to your room and watch it so we can lay down. I'm about ready for bed too." A giggle follows your response slightly before it is taken over by a big yawn.

      When you open your eyes, you see that your yawn spread to Matt. He now has his eyes closed, his mouth opens wide, and his head tilts back as he inhales deeply. As soon as his eyes open, they make direct contact with yours. The two of you laugh softly. Matt then picks up the remote and turns off the T.V. 

      He then begins to walk towards the kitchen, carrying the snacks that the four of you were eating in hopes of having a successful movie night. Obviously, that idea ended almost as soon as it started. As Matt begins to throw away things that are not able to be kept and putting the things that can be saved back in their place, you make your way over to the fridge.

     "Do you want me to grab you something to drink?" you say, pulling out a water bottle for yourself.

     "No I'm fine. Can I just share with you?"

     "Obviously not," you say sarcastically.

     The two of you leave the kitchen. Matt leads and you follow as he turns off the remaining lights in the house that don't stay on overnight. As you guys walk towards his room, you hear a lot of noise coming from Nick's room. Matt gives you a playful look and walks towards Nick's door. Without knocking, Matt barges in while you observe from the doorway. Nick and Chris are making TikTok dance videos.

     "You two don't look like you're very ready for bed," Matt says laughing.

     "Oh, shut up Matt," Nick says walking up to him and pushing him out of the door. "You messed us up."

     "Yeah, Matt. Shouldn't you be kissing your girlfriend or something?" Chris says sticking his tongue out as Nick shuts the door.

     "Fuck you guys," Matt yells back at the closed door, laughing.

     The two of you go into Matt's room and start to get ready for bed.

[grandline-fics]

hi! i just read all of your oneshots and they’re perfect, i’m in love. hoping it is okay to request something with zoro having a soft spot towards reader? he doesn’t even realize it a first, but since reader is somehow quiet and gentle (not weak though!) he starts to take note of small things to do/don’t do or notice their actions (ex: taking care o the crew) a lot more than others. thank you. <3

DESCRIPTION: Who knew you were Zoro’s soft spot? Apparently both of you are the last to know 

WARNINGS: none, just pure fluff

CHARACTERS: Zoro

WORDS: 856

A/N:  Thank you for your kind words and for this request! I hope it's to your liking. I've been feeling a little under the weather these past couple of days so some fluff was needed <3

MASTERLIST

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

It’s tiny things; little, practically meaningless things that are so easy to miss but they’re there. When you first joined the crew, your presence fell into the likes of his and Robin’s; strong but relatively quiet and easily looked passed if you wanted. You didn’t see the point in wasting energy needlessly and knew the value in waiting until letting yourself be known. Zoro unknowingly enjoyed that kind of calm you naturally brought and found himself gravitating towards it because it seemed even when he was in his own space you were still in his eye-line. In the beginning he found it a little strange that it kept happening, he knew you weren’t following him. Hell most of the times you were on the other side of the ship or talking with someone else so he cleared it as coincidence and thought nothing of it. As time went on, there was a lot he was putting down to mere coincidence. 

When you were all exploring new islands it was purely happenstance that you two walked side by side. Neither of you were the type to bound about and race ahead without a cause for urgency. He found he didn’t get lost as easily when you were close. You always seemed to know the way to go. On one trip Brook had commented to Zoro how lucky he had been that you were there to talk to him at the right moment otherwise he would have kept walking towards a path that would have taken him towards a ravine. Because of your voice suddenly pulling him into conversation he’d kept the right track and avoided possibly injuring himself and getting a lecture from the others. Lucky right?

It was also luck of the draw that when eating or drinking off the ship, Zoro was sat at the table in such a way that his back blocked you mostly from view from any unwanted stares. It was never in a subconscious way to keep you from interacting with others but it was like another sense he had that he was able to tell when you just wanted to sit with the crew and enjoy your meal. It seemed to go both ways too in that regard. If women tried to approach and flirt with him you effortlessly had a way of making a joke to dissuade them and steer them in Sanji’s direction. Was any of it done out of jealousy, possessiveness of the other’s attention, or an overwhelming need to protect? Not in the least, it was just doing what needed to be done to help out a friend and fellow crew-mate.

On the Sunny it’s no different. It’s not even a second thought, his body just reacts without thinking. In the early, barely waking hours when he’s finished his night watch and is about to grab a quick snack before training he always pulls out a specific mug from the cabinet and sets it on the counter. It’s never for him and like clockwork you appear just as he’s finished drinking a glass of water. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes and stifling a small yawn you always offer him a small smile and greeting that is returned. You both pass each other, your only motivation is caffeine to see you through the last of the watch before everyone else is awake while he goes to the crow’s nest to train. 

After all this time it’s never occurred to you to question why your mug is waiting for you when you rise. You don’t know why but it’s something that immediately makes your morning a little bit brighter. It’s also routine now that an hour or so after breakfast, you and Zoro both nap; him to rest between his training sessions and you to grab another couple hours after your night watch. Nami occasionally glances up from her charts to shake her head at your sleeping forms. Robin finds it adorable while Brook chuckles, nostalgic over youth and love’s first stages. 

“Jeez they’re both so clueless.” Sanji grumbles, he’s accepted long ago that he doesn’t have a chance with you but is so infuriated that nothing has actually happened. He lost you to the swordsman who hasn’t even thought to make a move. Usopp grins and watches as you stir slightly in your sleep which in turn makes Zoro react before his body relaxes again. Currently he’s lying on his back with one hand tucked behind his head. While the other that’s draped over his chest, his fingers almost touching yours that are curled by your head as you sleep on your side. 

From his spot on Sunny’s head, Luffy grins. “I don’t know. I think they do know, in their own way.” It’s the little, insignificant things that you both do for each other that are easy to miss and while a lot of little things add up into something bigger, none of it compares to the way that you and Zoro unknowingly look at each other at any given chance. Because that is something so big that no one else can ignore. 

[alyswritings]

love that you write for jj!! could you maybe do a jj x sister fic where his sister is on the younger side (8-10? idk) and gets scared of him when he gets too rambunctious when he’s drunk bc it reminds her of their dad!! thank you xxx

The pogues were throwing a small party at the chateau, drunk teenagers all out in the yard. Y/N had been instructed to not leave the room and keep the door locked. She had managed to fall asleep to a movie, but the music and teenagers just got louder, waking her up from her slumber.

Y/N keeps a tight hold on the stuffed animal pressed to her chest as she watches them party outside.

After a while, Y/N tries to go back to sleep, but fails to do so, all the noise only seeming to get louder.

Y/N huffs, staring at the door in thought. She decides to go against her brother's orders and unlocks the door, walking to the back door. She tightly hugs her stuffed animal to her chest, walking outside.

Y/N spots her brother and goes out into the yard, starting to make her way over to him. She watches JJ chug a beer, letting out a yell once he finishes, the boy grinning.

"Let's go, baby!" JJ shouts, stumbling and losing his balance. He laughs as he clumsily gets up.

Y/N frowns, watching him loudly talk over the music to the other people.

"Y/N?" She turns to the voice, watching Pope walk over to her. "Hey. What are you doing out here?"

"I can't sleep." She says, frowning.

"Okay. You want me to get JJ?" Pope asks.

Y/N looks over at where her brother is, watching him shotgun a beer and yell in accomplishment once he finishes it.

Y/N goes to answer, but the two are interrupted by a familiar voice.

"Y/N/N!" JJ cheers, making his way over. "Hey, baby, what's up?" He grins, ruffling her hair. Y/N curls into herself, not liking how alcohol reeks off of him. "What you doing out here, kid?"

"No." The girl shakes her head, latching onto Pope.

JJ frowns in confusion as Pope picks her up.

"Y/N." JJ touches her back, but she whines and blindly swats at him to get him away. His frown deepens and he looks at Pope who helplessly shrugs.

Pope carries her back inside, going back to the bedroom. He locks the door and goes over to the window, shutting the blinds.

"Did the party wake you up?" Pope asks, setting her on the bed.

"Mm-hmm." Y/N nods, lying down.

Pope tucks her in, turning a nightlight on.

"Is JJ okay?" She asks.

"Yeah. Yeah, he's okay. Why?" Pope asks.

"He's louder than usual." Y/N sighs. "And he keeps stumbling and tripping."

"Yeah. Yeah, no, he's fine. He just... he's had a lot to drink. He's fine, though." Pope promises.

"I don't like him drunk." Y/N says. "He reminds me of dad." She frowns.

Pope sighs, rubbing her arm.

"He's not like your dad." Pope assures. "He wouldn't ever hurt you."

"Maybe not on purpose." Y/N mumbles. "He's just too loud. It's scary."

"Trust me, drunk or sober, JJ's never doing anything to put you in any harm." Pope tells her.

Pope puts a movie on for her and leaves. He looks up, noticing JJ leaning against the opposite wall.

"Dude..." Pope starts.

"No. No, nah, it-- it's fine." JJ dismisses. "I'm just... I'm gonna hang out in here for a bit."

"Okay." Pope nods, leaving.

JJ sighs, staring at the closed door. He wants to go in and talk to his sister, having overheard her conversation with Pope, but knows right now is a terrible time.

So he settles for just sitting outside the room with a bottle of water to sober up.

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The next day, Kie helps Y/N get ready and gets her some cereal, the girl sitting at the table while she eats. The boys are all outside, getting the supplies for fishing and packing the boat up.

JJ goes inside to find snacks. He notices his sister at the table and motions to Kie. The teen girl nods and goes outside, leaving the two siblings.

"Hey, kiddo." JJ greets, sitting next to her. "Cocoa Puffs?" He nods to the bowl and she nods. "Nice." He comments. Y/N just nods, continuing to eat.

"So, um... what were you doing outside last night?" JJ asks.

"I couldn't sleep. It was too loud." Y/N says.

"Right. Yeah, sorry." JJ apologizes. "But, um, a-about the-- you just wanting Pope. I, um... I might've heard you and Pope talkin' last night."

Y/N sighs, looking up at him.

"I don't like when you're drunk." Y/N says. "It reminds me of dad."

JJ's chest tightens at her words, the pain hitting him 100 times harder now that he's sober.

"Y/N/N..." JJ leans down so he's closer to her line of sight. "I would never hurt you, no matter what."

"You're really loud when you're drunk." Y/N says. "That's the big reason."

"I'm sorry, Y/N." JJ frowns. "Hey." He puts his hand on her head and makes her look at him. "I promise, I won't drink in front of you ever again, okay? You're not comfortable with it, it won't happen."

"Really?" Y/N asks.

"Really." JJ nods, holding his pinky out to her. Y/N wraps her pinky around his. "We okay?"

Y/N nods, getting up and hugging JJ. He tightly holds her, rubbing her back.

"One more thing." JJ gently pushes her away a bit. "I know it's really confusing why dad does what he does to us. At your age, at my age, at any age. But, I swear on my life, I will never hit you."

Y/N nods, smiling at him. JJ kisses her on the forehead, pulling her back into another hug.

[ochacoca]

02 – hurts to love you

now playing ♫ 13 beaches by lana del rey

timeskip!oikawa x fem!reader

When you're dragged back to your coastal hometown for a family trip, you're dreading the fact you have to spend it with your rival and former lover, Tōru Oikawa. But as the summer stretches on, you start to realize that maybe you never hated him all along.

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When your mother suggested you come back for summer vacation, you had already imagined your itinerary in your head. You'd relax by the beach, drink lots of margaritas, eat some good food, and sleep. That's all. The last thing you wanted to do was hang out with Oikawa. But after your parents suggested that you two take the younger kids to the local fair tonight, or really forced you two, there was no way you could talk them out of it.

“Come on.” Your mother pleaded as she shoved some cold water bottles and sunscreen into a beachbag and slinging it over your shoulder. “It'll be just like when you guys were younger.” She said while patting your cheeks.

Ah, yes. Your ideal summer is being trapped with little screaming children with their fingers sticky of cotton candy, running around and making your eardrums bleed. All that while having to chaperone it with someone you couldn’t stand. How fun.

You sighed as she continued to shove other things in the bag such as small snacks, sandwiches, and extra cash. “Well, I don't understand why I have to do it again. Moka is old enough to do it now!” You whined, practically like a toddler while pointing at your younger sister who was laying on the couch. You hadn't seen her much since she turned 17. It was all the teenage attitude coming out.

Moka looked up from your phone and gave you a small disgusted look. “Yeah, right. I'd rather die.” She muttered before going back to texting. You rolled your eyes and your mother sighed.

“It'll be fine.” You only have to be there for about an hour before the kids calm down from their sugar rush and pass out.”

You muttered complaints under your breath as you slipped your shoes on. Not only did you have to take of your bratty little cousins, but you had to spend time with your ex.. whatever he was. Once you stepped outside your house, the sun was already setting, so you thankfully didn't have to deal with heat frustration as well.

Oikawa was already standing at your front porch, leaning on the railing with his arms crossed over his chest. “Y/nie..” He greeted you. When you were younger, if this was happening now the first thing you would've thought was how handsome he looked. The bright sun did wonders on his soft hair and eyes. But now, all you wanted to do was slap that smug look off his face.

The drive to the fair was short yet dreadful. You don't understand why you had to be trapped in this car. The fair was walking distance from your house, but honestly you don't trust anybody in this car to not accidentally get run over on the street. Even the other grown adult right beside you. You didn't dare to look in Oikawa's direction as you sat in the passenger seat, your younger cousin kept kicking the back of your chair to annoy you and laugh at you as you threatened to smack him, and the excruciating pop music playing on the radio was overstimulating.

You were already getting annoyed, and when you arrived at the fair it was getting even worse. You didn't understand why your family thought it was such a good idea to make you two bring the kids on a weekend when everybody had free time. The fair was absolutely congested and the minute you stepped foot through the entrance, your ears were filled with tiny voices requesting something.

“Y/n, I wanna go to the teacups!”

“No! I want to go to the water guns!”

“But what about the goldfishs?!”

“POPCORN!!”

“My God!” You grumbled as your patience was already wearing thin. “We'll go in order! Let's go to whichever is closer.” You demanded and sent the kids to a booth that was close enough for you to see them but entertaining enough where they could have fun. They wandered off and you let out a sigh of relief until you remembered who was standing right next to you.

“You weren't this impatient when we used to do this.” Oikawa teased you after a beat of silence.

“Well this isn't exactly how or who I wanted to spend my night with.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh? You had someone particular in mind?”

“My bed and a glass of something very strong.”

By the time the sun had fully set and the only light illuminating around you were the carnival lights, the kids had practically dragged you two been on almost every ride.

They stuffed down two bags of cotton candy and you could tell that they weren't going to let down anytime soon.

“Go-karts come on let's go to the go-karts!” Your youngest cousin dragged the both of you by your wrists. Before you could pull away, you were getting shoved into a cart; sitting right next to Oikawa.

The two of you were too big for the cart to be seated comfortably. Your knees were touching eachother's and your leg was practically over his. You tried scooting over, shimmying around to angle your body so you two wouldn't be pressed up against eachother, but it was no use. You jabbed at the side of his stomach which caused him to whine in annoyance. “Move over.” You grumbled as you elbowed him.

“I literally can't.” He responded as he elbowed you back. From the eyes of anyelse, you two probably looked like grown children arguing over something so minimal.

You let out a scream as the engine roared and Oikawa steps on the gas, bumping into the other kids like a maniac. “Can you drive normal?!” You yelled over the loud noises as he crashes continously into the side barrier and almost runs over a stack of tires.

“But you're having fun! Look at you!” He laughed. You didn't even notice the small smile that was on your face until he pointed it out and quickly wiped it off your face before he could point it out again.

Once the ride ended, the kids instantly jumped out and started making their way to the next ride they had in mind. You and Oikawa quickly jumped out after them to keep them in your sight.

Then came the Ferris Wheel.

“Absolutely not.” You said, but the kids were already making their way to the line. You remember this ferris wheel. How could you forget it? It's the same place where Oikawa first put his lips on yours so many years ago. Back when you were so naive and thought you'd stay together forever.

“Come on,” Oikawa said gently. “Just one more ride.” He quickly followed after the kids to make sure you two didn’t lose, and you found yourself trailing behind him right after.

The silence between you two was defeaning. It was sharp enough to cut with a knife. You could see from your peripheral how Oikawa would sneak short glances at you, opening and closing his mouth as he hesitated to say what he wanted to say. You didn't want him to speak. If he did, it make this ride feel ten times longer than necessary.

“Do you remember this ride?” He asked softly, his voice low and hesitant.

You didn't give him a verbal answer. You only shook your head as you gazed outside of the ride, looking at the scenary. But he knew you were lying. You made it obvious with that look on your face. “I'm..” He started. “I'm sorry–”

“Don't.” You cut him off instantly. You hadn’t realize how hard you were clenching your fists until you felt your nails digging into your palms. Oikawa didn't say anything after that. He just nodded at you then turned to look at the other direction.

When the ferris wheel came to a stop, the kids looked exhausted. You could tell from how droopy their eyes were getting and how sluggish their movements were. With how their heads were resting on one another's shoulders, it seemed like they were taking a nap the whole ride, but they insisted they had enough energy to go on one more ride.

“The.. the rollercoasters?” Oikawa mumbled and you followed his gaze as he looked up. The sounds of the rollercoaster echoed with each twist and turn and the screams of people pierced through your eyes. You knew Oikawa wanted to back out. You remembered how scared he was of this rollercoaster when you were younger. Some things don't change.

But before he could refuse, all 4 of the kids tugged and pushed him towards the line. “Let's go!” One of the shouted and you followed in suit.

You two settled beside each other, once again uncomfortably pressed up against one another.

Of course, fate loved playing tricks on you. You two were seated in the front, the same exact seats you sat in years ago.

“… You still scared of rollercoasters?” You mumbled loud enough for him to hear.

He scoffed but didn't answer. However, you already knew from the way his knuckles turned white as he gripped the bars.

Each click of the chain sent shivers up your spine and made Oikawa tense up.

And then it dropped.

As it fell, Oikawa let out the girliest scream, and then he laughed. He let out the most thunderous laugh, just like he did when you were 16. You couldn't focus on the ride. All you could think about was that night on this exact rollercoaster 8 years ago.

JULY 4, 2011

You could feel his pulse thumping as you two interlocked hands. “You're nervous?” You asked him softly, slightly leaning onto his shoulder while looking up at him. Tōru stared at the rollercoaster as it rattled. You could hear the metal sounding and the screams of people as it dropped and turned.

You felt his hand squeeze yours. “Have you seen Final Destination 3?” He quivered. You rolled your eyes and shook your head.

“We are not going to die. You'll be fine.” You insisted as you dragged him to the seat right in the front as the previous people got off. You could hear him mumbling words of comfort to himself, which clearly weren't working, because when you turned around to face him you could've sworn he looked like he'd seen a ghost.

Tōru jumped when the bar locked and clicked onto your laps. You let out a snort and didn't miss the small glare he threw at your direction. He tensed up when the cart started to move and squeezed your hands so hard that you were convinced he'd squeeze out your bones if he tightened his grip a little further.

When the drop came, you couldn't pay attention to being scared yourself when the most piercing, child-like scream came from next to you. You didn't even know he could let out a sound like that until his screaming turned into laughter. It was like everything around you faded. All you could hear and see was the boy who was sitting next to you and the way his laugh rang in your ears. It was the sweetest sound you never wanted to forget. It was soft yet loud and it sounded like soothing music that could put you right to sleep. It went straight to your stomach and twisted your insides more than the rollercoaster ever could.

When you two got off, his knees wobbled. Tōru threw himself onto you as he buried his head in between the space of your shoulder and tightly wrapped his arms around your waist. You let out a small laugh and patted his hair.

“Please don't tell anyone I'm scared of rollercoasters.” He mumbled. You laughed at him as you rubbed his back in comfort.

“Don't worry, I won't tell anyone.”

The night finally ended. Oikawa and you buckled the sleepy kids in the car seats. They let out a few more whines as you left the fair but they passed out the second they were tucked in those seats.

“They're finally out.” Oikawa muttered as he gently closed the car door to make sure he didn't wake up the kids. You nodded and brushed a stray hair from your fave behind your head, shifting your weight from the ball of your feet to your heel as you and Oikawa shared awkward glances at each other.

You didn't want to drive home with him. Eith the kids sleeping, there'd be no one to distract you and you needed time away from him to clear your head. “I'm going to walk home.” You said as you turned around to walk away. “Are you able to take them back home okay?”

Oikawa nodded but he had a confused look etched on his face.

“Wait–” He called out to you. Oikawa grabbed your wrist and you instantly tensed up at how his touch instantly sent heat all throughout your body. “The kids are about to pass out. I'll take them home right now, just come with us.”

You shook your head and pulled your hand back quickly before you did something you'd regret. “No, it's fine. My house isn't far. I'll walk.”

There was a pause, and you took that as your sign to leave.

“You used to love driving with me.” You heard him mutter. You froze in your tracks, turned around slowly, and met his eyes. He didn't have his usual smug look. His eyes were narrowed and he looked like he wanted to say more but couldn't find the right words.

“Well, feelings change.” You said, your voice barely above a whisper. “You would know.”

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