#he's one of my favorite guys in the world

[iamred-iamyellow]

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ Frisky

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♥ pairing: george russell x fem!albon!singer!reader

♥ synopsis: as alex's little sister, you grew up in the world of racing and found yourself wishing you could spend your life in the paddock. you clung to him and his karting buddies, but alex always assumed you were just the third wheel to him and george. little did he know you were much closer to george than he thought. 

♥ smau - fc: beabadoobee - as always none of the pictures are mine <3

♥ warnings: swearing and suggestive jokes !!!

♥ a/n: this has been sitting on my drafts since september holy shit. I hope you like this babes <3

-July 4, 2024-

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yn_albon home race with the boysss

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user1 silverstone let’s gooooo

mercedesamgf1 we’ll see you in the garage!

alex_albon wait @/yn_albon you’re gonna be in the mercedes garage? are you sure you know what team i drive for?

francolapinto its giving traitor 😔

yn_albon @/alex_albon i’m here to see lewis 😬

francolapinto @/yn_albon you and me both

georgerussell63 @/yn_albon and here i was thinking you were here for me

alex_albon i shouldn’t even be surprised

lewishamilton thanks y/n

yn_albon @/lewishamilton ofc 🫶

user2 sigh i love her relationship with the grid

lilymhe you're so pretty

yn_albon no you !!

georgerussell63 can’t wait to see you

yn_albon i’ll see you soon georgie 😘

user3 🫣

user4 oh?

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yn_albon pics of my three favorite brits 🥰 congrats on the win lew! we were all rooting for you <3

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landonorris ouch

yn_albon you’re my fifth favorite british person

landonorris who’s the fourth?

yn_albon harry styles

landonorris that’s fair

user4 GET IN THERE LEWIS

user6 lewis hamilton… 44… 4+4 equals WHAT?

yn_albon ATE 🗣️🗣️🗣️

georgerussell63 really wish i could’ve made you proud today lol

yn_albon @/georgerussell63 you did 🥺

user3 george russell is the type of guy to put lol after the saddest and most endearing comment to y/n

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yn_albon omw to finish up my tour in asia! <3

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landonorris you're leaving?

yn_albon leaving the airport with the plane up my ass

user1 girl 💀

user2 cant wait to see you in the philippines! 🇵🇭🫶

lilymhe i will be front row in thailand with alex 🫡

yn_albon i’ll be looking for you <3

georgerussell63 free tickets when?

yn_albon aren’t you a millionaire?

georgerussell63 no comment

yn_albon buy your own damn tickets 😭

oscarpiastri sigh

yn_albon sigh

oscarpiastri i already miss you or whatever

yn_albon miss you too or whatever osc

user7 my babies

-Azerbaijan Grand Prix-

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yn_albon baku with the one and only. congrats on p3 🍾

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alex_albon why is george shirtless

user1 @/alex_albon the real question is why aren’t you?

landonorris @/alex_albon george is topless in front of everyone

oscarpiastri @/landonorris very very true

user2 george is the type of guy to post shirtless pics so he doesn’t look suspicious when he’s shirtless around yn

user3 DAAAMNNN 🫦

user4 this man and his six pack

user6 i need him i fear

georgerussell63 hope you liked the view x

yn_albon oh I did 👅

oscarpiastri gross

landonorris get a room

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yn_albon releasing a song called cologne this week 🙂↕️

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user1 miss girl how do you write and record these songs so fast 😭

yn_albon i don’t usually get them done this fast lol! coffee wasn’t supposed to be a single but since it got so much support on my live, i’m working on making it a formal release

yn_albon for this new one i spent long hours in the studio the past few days. otherwise it usually takes weeks or months. i guess ive just been feeling really inspired lately :)) 

user2 really inspired lately… be sooooo for real

user8 "really inspired lately" our queen is desperate 😭🙏

laufey we should collab 🙈

yn_albon JUST SAY WHEN 🤭

lilymhe CATS 🥰

yn_albon why do i feel like you’re just using me for my pets 😕

alex_albon don’t worry she is

user4 george once again camping in her likes

user5 he’s dedicated. he’s consistent.

user6 are we just gonna ignore the picture of her and george kissing or…

user7 i was just about to comment this lol

user10 guys it’s just a rumor

user6 @/user10 i have physical evidence

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lilymhe wyd when the gang pulls up

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-Single Release-

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yn_albon new song who dis

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alex_albon 😐

yn_albon shield your eyes brother

yn_albon or it’s a song so i guess cover your ears or whatever

alex_albon @/yn_albon I refuse to believe you wrote this

yn_albon @/spotify how to block people from my songs quickest route no freeways

alex_albon I'm gonna kill george in singapore

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georgerussell63 been listening to it on repeat 🙏

yn_albon yeah?

georgerussell63 @/yn_albon yeah it's my workout song

yn_albon you seem to 'workout' to my voice a lot

georgerussell63 you're a good motivator 😉

user1 this song KILLED

user7 mother

user8 so when is xnda hoping on the remix?

yn_albon @/lewishamilton PULL UP

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yn_albon ah the eras tour! Thank you so much to Taylor and her team for reaching out to me and allowing me to open, it's been a dream of mine to work with you. And thank you to all of you for streaming 'Cologne' and getting it to number one on Billboard 🥹 I can't put into words how much this means to me

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georgerussell63 atta girl

user1 fuck you just know he talks you through it

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user1 Y/N LIKED IT WHAT DOES SHE KNOW

user6 George you cant say horny shit like that on a public domain

sabrinacarpenter I'm so happy to see you out here 💋

yn_albon I'm so happy to see you too <3 I hope you're cooking up an album 🫣

user9 we're so proud of you yn !!

user10 our girl is mainstream

user3 shes not our little secret anymore 🥲

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georgerussell63 y/n I'm so proud of you and everything you've accomplished with your music this year 🫶 I'm honored that you've let me be a part of it. how many guys get to say they have not one, but several songs about them? I'm gonna have to step up my game. and Alex, don't worry, I'll be good.

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lilymhe if its any consolation I think you two are adorable

yn_albon thanks lily 🥹🫶

alex_albon you have my blessing

georgerussell63 thank God I was sweating bullets

user1 "soft launch" as if ya'll were discreet

landonorris I call best man

oscarpiastri @/landonorris you cant call best man??

alex_albon the real question is will I be george or y/n's?

yn_albon @/alex_albon lily's my maid of honor

lilymhe yay !!

georgerussell63 @/yn_albon I was unaware we were getting married

yn_albon @/georgerussell63 I didn't know either but I guess youre gonna have to take alex

landonorris do you @/georgerussell63 take @/alex_albon to be your lawfully wedded groomsman?

georgerussell63 @/landonorris I don't ❤️

alex_albon @/georgerussell63 I take back my blessing

[bernardsbendystraws]

You Don’t Own Me

P1 P2 P3 P4 P5 P6 P7 P8 P9 P10 P11 P12

Chris Sturniolo lives by his own rules, refusing to be controlled. Some see him as a rebel, a troublemaker—but is that the full truth? Meanwhile, Y/N is focused on making the most of her last year of high school, determined to have a normal teenage experience. But when their worlds collide, they realize they may have more in common than they ever expected.

WARNINGS: mentions and talk of family death

A/N: This is a bit shorter than the past couple chapters, but I hope you still like it!

With love and big tits, Rose

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P12: Bittersweet

“You did all of this… for me?” 

The question floats off my lips as my eyes dart around the room. It’s the same fluttery feeling I got in my chest when Matt showed me his handmade gift for Mia—expect this feels more intense. 

“I… yeah.” Chris voices, his hand dropping mine as he moves over towards the bed. He shuffles the different items around, pushing them to make an open space and patting the bed. 

My brows wrinkle together, warmth crawling up my cheeks as I take everything in. He did this for me. A box of legos, cookies, and chocolate—all my favorite things. How did he even know?

Wait.

How did he even know?

“This is sweet, but how much have you been snooping?” I question, sitting down as he lets out an awkward laugh. My hands run over the blanket, it feels softer than usual, almost as if it’s been freshly washed. 

“No, no. I wasn’t snooping. Well, not more than I already have. I asked Matt, ‘cause you know… he kinda owed me.” he laughs. 

My toes curl as my stomach flutters. 

He asked Matt about me. He wanted to do something sweet. 

Even if it was out of spite, it still made me feel so warm. 

___

It should be awkward. There should be some sort of lingering tension, but there isn’t. 

Things have been flowing effortlessly. Even when we fall into a pause of silence, it’s not uncomfortable, it’s peaceful. 

We work together putting the legos in place. Slowly, each piece makes the object appear similar to the cherry blossom tree displayed on the front of the box. The direction pamphlet sits on the bed in front of us, our knees touching as we hunch over and build the small object. 

“What’s your favorite animal?” Chris asks. 

The questions have been mumbled every couple of minutes. I don’t mind though. Even when some of them seemed stupid, like when he asked me what my favorite size of pizza is. 

Apparently his favorite is mini pizzas. There’s always a stash in the freezer and the last time Matt took one, Chris refused to do anything with him for a week—even if it was taking out the garbage and meant Matt would be helping him. Chris only caved once Matt bought him more mini pizzas. 

Stupid questions, but they were fun. 

“Hmmm…” I start to think. What is my favorite animal? I can’t remember the last time someone even bothered to ask. I can’t even remember the last time I tried to think of answering these types of questions for myself. “I think dogs? I mean, I love dogs since you can actually have them as pets, you know?” I say. 

Chris nods, humming in acknowledgement. “Not a bad answer, you’re the same as Matt.” he points out. I smile at the mention of Matt. It’s heartwarming how much Chris brings him up, how much he truly knows about his brother. 

“What about you? Do you have a favorite?” I interrogate, my fingers snapping another piece in place. 

“I like deer,” he answers. 

My face twists at his response. Deer? I don’t know what I expected, but definitely not deer. They seemed too gentle, too feminine. Most guys my age wouldn’t say deer unless it was followed by an explanation of how they loved hunting. 

And Chris definitely didn’t hunt. 

“Really?” I ask, wincing as my voice comes out higher pitch than intended. 

Chris laughs at my shocked expression, nodding as he goes into more detail. “Really. I just like ‘em. My dad showed me this video of a baby deer once—the thing looked like it was on crack from how it was bouncing around. Him and all my family agreed that it was me in another universe.” 

My teeth clench into my lip. The thought of Chris bouncing around with excitement is hard to picture, but I guess not impossible. Maybe that’s how he used to be, before he lost his mom and his other brother. I know I used to be different—I hated that fact. 

“My dad used to compare me to this one dog in the neighborhood—this scruffy little rat-dog.” I huff, my lips curling from the memory. I miss him. “He said it was because of my hair since it was… I don’t even know. I’d play hard and get it all sorts of fucked up.” 

The thought of my dad makes something inside me sink with a heavy weight. Everytime I try to recall his face, I can only picture how he looked in the one picture framed on top of my dresser. It’s like his memory is fading, his face blurring as I try to recall certain moments. 

“Do you…” Chris hesitates, his fingers fiddling with a lego piece. “Do you still miss him?” he asks, his voice softer than I’ve ever heard him speak before. 

Nodding, I let out a strangled hum of affirmation. “Yeah—I, yeah. It’s weird. I know it’s been years since I lost him, but it’s so… I don’t know. Every memory I’ve had with him—it’s all I’ll ever have. I think that’s what hurts the most.” I say, tugging my lip in between my teeth as I feel my body slug with disappointment. 

A sudden warmth callusing over my knee makes my head turn. I look over to see Chris, his eyes gleaming onto me as he spares a sympathetic smile. 

His fingers slowly buffer over the fabric of my clothes, his touch getting lighter as he lets out a deep sigh. “I get that. I’m trying to come to terms with it. Honestly, it still doesn’t seem real.” he guffs. 

His eyes drift to my lap. I watch as his cheeks hollow, his tongue prodding from the inside of his mouth as his presence gets lost in thought. 

“Tell me about them.” I remark. 

Shaking his head, Chris opens his mouth to respond, closing it before any words can escape. I reach my hand out, balancing it over his as the weight rests on my knee. My eyes blink into his intently. “It’s one of my biggest regrets. I wish I never let any of those memories die. You don’t have to tell me, but—”

“Well,” Chris starts, biting his lip as his brows furrow. I squeeze his hand reassuringly, keeping my gaze focused on him. He seems to fight the urge to say anything, but a deep sigh as he looks towards the ceiling makes my spine straighten as I give him my attention fully.  

“I… I don’t know where to even start.” he mentions, his lip quivering before he pulls it between his teeth. 

My skin pulses as I lean further towards him. I collapse my head onto his shoulder, peeling my gaze away from him in hopes of helping his anxiety ease. “There’s no pressure.” I mutter. 

The slight shift of his hand on my knee leaves me bathing in anticipation. He turns his hand over, interlocking our fingers, sighing as the words begin to spill out of his mouth. 

“I mean, my mom is–was everything to me. I’d hug her in the morning, hug her at night—even though most kids our age don’t do that shit, I—I don’t know. When I love people, I want them to know.” he explains. 

God. He’s so sweet—a word I thought contradicted his personality at first, but now I know the truth. And the truth is he’s perfect. He’s just hurt—just a little lost, confused even. 

He reminds me of myself. Both in good and bad ways. He seems to close people off, quick to pull away before he has the chance to lose someone again. 

There’s a certain bitterness from his attitude that resonates with me. 

“That’s really beautiful.” I say, softly rolling my lips together as I watch his nose twitch, his eyes drifting to my lap. “I… I used to be the same way too. I’d always run to my dad the second he got home from work, giving him the biggest hug I could and begging him to never let go.” 

Chris lets his eyes float back up to me. His face falls, his eyes glazing over as he blinks quickly. I feel myself sink into reality, the sudden urge to cry climbing over me and pulling my body to slump with defeat. “I don’t remember the last time I hugged him, but I—I really wish I did.” I mumble, my voice wombling as I swallow thickly. 

“Hey,” he husks, looking into my eyes with a comforting expression etched on his face. “You don’t have to remember the last time. Just tell me about all the times you do remember. I… I wanna listen. I don’t think I’m ready to talk anymore, but I’m ready—I wanna listen.” he whispers. 

My heart twists in my chest from his words—words I’ve wanted to hear since I lost my dad in the first place, words that should’ve been said by my mom or my brother, but nobody ever wanted to hear it. I couldn’t understand why, all I could understand was that it hurt—and it still hurts. 

But his soft eyes make it hurt a little less. The grip he has on my hand clutches just a little bit tighter, the comforting reassurance making the words stumble out of my mouth effortlessly. 

“Well,” I trail, voyaging off into details of him, letting myself dig deeper into my memories. 

Half the words that spill from my lips seem new—moments I didn’t even know I remembered until they burst through my lips from a sudden flash of a memory. 

Each story trails to another, each moment making my heart feel a little more full. 

His eyes darting into mine don’t make me anxious, they make me feel heard—understood. 

My lips fall together as I breathe through my nose. The rambling of my words seems to make my ears burn, my cheeks warming up as I stare at him with wide eyes. 

“Sorry.” I mumble, biting on the tip of my tongue lightly. 

Chris shakes his head swiftly, clutching my hand a little more as his eyes glaze over me with a gentle glow. “Don’t be sorry,” he says, scooting closer as he wraps both his hands around mine and tugging it towards his chest. 

“Tell me more.”

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older!dean headcanons˚୨୧⋆｡

OLDER!DEAN WINCHESTER X YOUNGER!READER (read here)

WARNINGS: mentions of/implied smut (MDNI). age gap.

NOTES: He is back! My psych final is tomorrow and i am going insane, so this is shorter than usual. You have all been so sweet and supportive, and I just wanted to give you a little something as a thank you while I study. I love you all, thanks for the kind words. As always, English is not my first language. Enjoy<3

˚୨୧⋆｡ After months of resisting you and denying his feelings, he is the sweetest man ever when you two get together. He adores you, and he makes sure to show you. He spoils you rotten, lets you get away with almost anything, and he always needs to have a hand on you.

˚୨୧⋆｡ He is protective!!! Like, very protective. He always keeps an eye on you during hunts, and makes sure to kill any evil motherfucker before they can even think of putting their hands on you. And when you do get hurt, you think it pains him more than it does you. He patches you up with gentle touches he didn’t think his blood-stained hands were capable of. He looks at you with sad, deep eyes as he kisses over the wound, and then he doesn’t even let you get up from bed, even if the injury is as tiny as a paper cut. 

˚୨୧⋆｡ After every case, he loves, or more like needs to cradle you against his chest and hold you close. He wraps his huge arms around you and presses you to his side, or on top of him, and he just buries his face on your hair and breathes in. He tells you it is to calm you down after hunts, to make you feel safe. But you think it is more about him. Like he needs to remind himself that you’re okay. That you’re there next to him, and that you’re not going anywhere. 

˚୨୧⋆｡ You love to annoy him, it is your favorite hobby. Play with his hair while he and Sam research in the library, brushing it right in front of his eyes while he tries to read. You love to sit in a barstool in the garage while he works on Baby and talk his ear off when he has no way to escape (not that he would). You force him to watch rom-coms and chick-flicks that he pretends to hate, but you catch him smiling to himself a few times. You poke him, and bite him, and jump on him all the time, and he wouldn’t change it for anything in the world.

˚୨୧⋆｡ You have a habit of sinking your teeth into his biceps any chance you get. There are always teeth marks on his flesh that he wears with pride. (There are always hickies on your thighs and collarbones to match, of course.)

˚୨୧⋆｡ He claims not to be the jealous type. “I'm too old for things like that, sweetheart.” But you knew he was. He didn’t mind when people stared at you when you walked into a bar or around a small town, always that his arm was around your shoulders or your hand was on his. He is proud that such a pretty girl chose him. But the moment some frat boy tries to approach you at a bar when you are alone, he feels his blood boil. He watches from far away for a few seconds, trying to keep his cool, but he loses it when the guy decides to brush your hair behind your ear. He quickly walks across the bar until he is right behind you, pulling you against his chest and glaring at the dude over the top of your head. The boy is gone in less than a second.

˚୨୧⋆｡ You try to show your love for him in every way you can. Dean was confident and strong, but it sometimes felt like he doubted your feelings for him, like his brain was trying to convince him that you deserved better and that you would get tired of being with some old guy eventually. So, you shower him in love. You learn how to bake pies just for him, making him a new one every week. You wash his hair in the shower, massaging his scalp to help him relax. You get him naked in bed and go on a journey of kissing every scar you can find. You press your lips over the small ones, run your tongue over the long and raised ones. And of course you make sure to tell him how much you love him. You murmur soft i love you’s against his lips. You remind him every day of how beautiful he is, how good he is. You whisper in his ear about how hot he is, how he makes you lose your mind and how no one could ever compare to him.

˚୨୧⋆｡ Dean liked being rough with you in bed. He loved manhandling you, leaving purple fingertips marks on your hips, pulling your hair. He was careful at first, too scared to hurt you. But you wanted him to, you begged him to make it hurt. 

˚୨୧⋆｡ Because you loved it when it hurt a little. When he sank his teeth into the flesh of your thighs, when your knees ended up bruised from kneeling on the floor for too long, when you could still feel him days after. You love the marks that he leaves, a living reminder of his touch on your body. It made you feel complete, it made you feel his.

˚୨୧⋆｡ Dean tried to go slow with you at first, thinking that you might be too inexperienced for everything he wanted to do to you. But he didn’t know that you were just as much or even freakier than him. 

˚୨୧⋆｡ Your favorite thing to do was, when Dean and you were alone in the Impala for a long drive, to rest your head in his lap. You lay across the front seat casually, looking up at him with innocent eyes when he sends you a warning look. You start by “accidentally” rubbing your cheek against his crotch, loving the way the scratchy fabric of his jeans felt against your skin. You would tease him until he was hard and his breath was ragged, and then you would take him in your mouth. You order him to keep driving as you suck him off slowly. You drag it out, edge him until he is desperate and gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles are white. And when he finally comes, you swallow it all like a good girl, moaning in satisfaction, enjoying the way his cum coats your tongue. It makes him groan every time, nostrils flared with the need to fuck you. Sometimes you keep going, keep suckling on him until he is whining in oversensitivity and has to pull you away by your hair.

˚୨୧⋆｡ In return, Dean gives you pleasure every time he can. He can eat your pussy for hours on end, in the kitchen counter, or the Impala, or in a lonely classroom when you have to infiltrate a school for a case. He will fuck you on his bed, or the floor, or against the wall. He just loves to make his girl feel good, see you shaking with pleasure, begging him to stop and to keep going at the same time. He loves when you tell him that he’s the best you have ever had, and the best you will have. He loves when you scream his name and your thighs close around his head because of the overwhelming sensations. He loves to make you cry with pleasure. 

˚୨୧⋆｡ But after, he is the sweetest guy ever. He takes aftercare very seriously, murmuring reassuring words against your skin and softly kissing every bruise and bite mark. He reminds you of how much he loves you, of how much you matter to him. 

“I don’t know what I would do without you, baby. You keep me sane.”

“You’re such a good girl, my beautiful princess.”

“I will take care of you forever. Nothing will ever hurt you while I'm here.”

“I love you.”

NOTES: wish me luck on my final! I will be back after I'm finally free.

If you wanna be tagged in future works, let me know!!

[kuronarnze]

Hellooo!♡

1. How about a Sae oneshot where he has a privat relationship with reader and the Media thinks he is still Single? But at one of his games,somebody is flirting with reader and Sae is not having it so at the End of the Match,he walks calmly to the stands where reader Was watching the whole game and just kisses reader infront of everyone. The next day its all over the news....

2. (Again) a Kaiser oneshot (sorry he is my favorite with some others...) where you are the younger sibling of Noel Noa and one day you are helping Noa with Training so from this day on Kaiser is really intrested in you. He starts beeing nice but is still flirting so everyone is kinda surprised to see Kaiser beeing nice to someone...

a/n: thank you sm for requesting again !! Im sorry for the late replyy, ill write the sae one first :) enjoy the oneshot !

Itoshi Sae x Reader !

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Public Secrets

For the longest time, the world believed Itoshi Sae was single.

The media loved speculating about his love life, linking him to models, actresses, and even other athletes, but none of them knew the truth. None of them knew that, behind the cameras and away from the prying eyes, Sae had already given his heart to you.

It was a private thing, something he wanted to keep for himself. He had never been the type to flaunt his emotions, much less his relationships. You understood that. You never pushed. You were content with the quiet moments, the stolen kisses behind closed doors, the whispered confessions before he left for training.

But today… today was different.

You were at the stadium, seated in the VIP section, watching Sae dominate the field with his usual cold precision. His movements were sharp, effortless, as if he were dancing between defenders with ease. But while you were focused on him, someone else was focused on you.

The man beside you had been trying to talk to you for the past fifteen minutes.

"You here alone?" he asked, leaning a little too close.

You barely glanced at him. "No."

"Really? I don’t see anyone with you."

You sighed, keeping your eyes on the field. "I’m not interested."

That should have been enough, but the guy didn’t seem to get the message. "Come on, don’t be like that. It’s just a conversation. Let me buy you a drink after the game—"

A sharp whistle blew, signaling the end of the match.

Sae's opponent team had lost.

Sae had scored the winning goal.

And now, he was walking toward you.

No—stalking toward you.

The moment you met his gaze, your breath hitched. His teal eyes were locked onto yours, intense and unwavering. The entire stadium was still roaring from the match, reporters scrambling to get post-game interviews, cameras flashing in every direction—

But Sae didn’t stop for any of them.

He walked straight past his teammates, past the staff, past the security trying to control the crowd. He climbed the stairs to the VIP section, his expression unreadable, his body language eerily calm.

The guy beside you straightened, probably realizing that something was off. "Uh… is he coming here—?"

You didn’t even get to answer.

Because in the next second, Sae was in front of you, standing so close that you could see the sweat still clinging to his skin. He didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to.

His hand cupped your face, fingers tilting your chin up—

And then he kissed you.

Right there. In front of everyone.

It wasn’t a soft, tentative kiss. It was firm, deliberate, a clear statement. His lips moved against yours like he had nothing to hide, like he wanted the whole world to know exactly who you belonged to.

The stadium fell into chaos.

You could hear the gasps, the frantic clicking of cameras, the commentators losing their minds. But none of it mattered. Not when Sae was pressing into you like this, not when his thumb brushed against your cheek in a silent mine.

When he finally pulled away, his voice was low, meant only for you. "That guy bothering you?"

You swallowed, feeling your heart race. "Not anymore."

Sae scoffed, casting a cold glance at the man beside you before turning back to you. His lips quirked up slightly—something smug, something dangerous.

"Good."

And with that, he walked away, leaving the entire stadium—and the world—shaken.

—

The next morning, your phone wouldn’t stop ringing.

"BREAKING: Itoshi Sae’s Secret Lover Revealed!"

"Football Prodigy Takes a Stand for Love in Viral Moment!"

"The Kiss That Shook the Sports World!"

You groaned, burying your face into your pillow as notifications kept flooding in. You barely had time to process before a familiar voice interrupted.

"Stop looking at your phone."

You peeked up to see Sae leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, looking completely unbothered.

"Sae," you mumbled, holding up your screen. "We’re literally all over the news."

He shrugged. "So?"

"So?! You literally kissed me in front of thousands of people!"

His teal eyes glinted with something smug as he walked over, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "You didn’t seem to mind last night."

You glared at him, but your red cheeks betrayed you.

Sae smirked, slipping into bed beside you, his arms wrapping around your waist as he pulled you into him. "They would’ve found out eventually," he muttered against your skin. "Might as well make sure they know you’re mine."

You sighed, melting into his embrace. "You’re unbelievable."

"And you love me for it," he murmured, lips brushing against your ear.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help but smile.

Yeah. Maybe you did.

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UGH i actually made this a bit rushed, so im super super sorry if there are any mistakes! Thank you for reading, have a nice day (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

[crushribbons]

the hot, flirty resident curse

summary: Dr. Frank Langdon just sustained the luckiest on-the-job injury ever.

cw: 2.8k words, nurse!reader/OC, friends to lovers, i started writing this before 1.10 so we're gonna say it's a "1.10 never happened"AU 😭, single dad frank, i made him probably more respectful than he actually is but nurses deserve the entire world so they're getting that too!!!, go hug a nurse rn, brief injury/knife ment, definite inappropriate behavior for a hospital, fem reader/OC.

a/n: drug theft???? what drug theft????

(gif cred)

The “break room” was busy today. Dozens of nurses hustling in and out of the dimly-lit, stale-smelling, and nowhere near big enough lounge. The microwave never could heat her leftovers to a degree that was actually pleasurable for human consumption, so she picked around her butter chicken with a sigh. 

Only three hours left. She could have waited to eat dinner, but the promise of thirty uninterrupted minutes where she would not be yelled at by patients’ families or ordered around by some of the more pompous assholes she worked wi–

Speak of the devil, and he’ll stick his head into the nurse’s lounge, catch sight of you trying to enjoy a moment of peace, and yell, “HEY! Hey, you, Lululemon!” Her eye twitched. The black Define that she was wearing was her favorite. She did not turn to look at what she knew to be one of the new interns that started last week. He scoffed in frustration. “Yoohoo!”

“I have a name,” she said calmly, evenly. The butter chicken now held a lot of interest for her.

“Yeah, well, I don’t know it! How do I get to Imaging from here?” Her knuckles turned white around the plastic fork she was using, and she started to turn and read this greenie the riot act, but someone beat her to the punch.

A hand appeared from behind the intern (she realized with a little chuckle that she didn’t know his name either) and smacked him soundly upside the head. “What the FUCK?!” he cried. Dr. Langdon pushed him out of the lounge and down the hall.

“You will show respect to the nurses of this hospital if you want to continue working here, got it?” Langdon called after him. The kid muttered something snotty, she assumed, and she saw him amble away like a dog with its tail between its legs. “Sorry about him,” Langdon apologized. He hung on the door frame for a minute and chewed his lip. Her hand that wasn’t holding the fork searched for something to do, landing on smoothing down the hair that was already pulled into a perfect bun. “Kid’s an asshat.”

“I’ve known a few of those in my time here,” she joked, and Langdon grinned. She dropped the fork. “There was this one guy…Langdumb, or something like that. He was insufferable.” Langdon gave her an exasperated look that made her laugh and say, “But he’s much better now.” The exasperation was replaced with an angelic beam. 

“Well, thanks for saying that. Some days, I wonder,” he said, then rubbed the back of his neck. She pouted in sympathy without realizing she was doing it. Langdon laughed. It was a little gravelly and when he smiled, he showed off each of his straight, white teeth. Her heart hammered at the ribcage prison bars that held it hostage.

Residents had a reputation. Of course they did; they’d toiled away in thankless obscurity for four years as medical students, so it only made sense that at the first opportunity they had to stretch their newly-educated legs, it would go straight to their head. She remembered Langdon being somewhat of a douche himself as a first-year, always correcting nurses and, on one occasion he later apologized profusely for, disregarding an order Dr. Robby had given for a patient to be intubated. Langdon had been correct in his estimation, thank God, but Robby had berated him in that terrifying, humiliating, cool as a cucumber way that he always did. She had been assigned to that patient at the time, and the memory of Robby quietly seething at Langdon in the corner of the hospital room still made her cheeks hot. That had been what finally whipped Langdon into shape.

Some residents also had a reputation for certain, seedier behaviors. There weren’t enough fingers or toes on the planet on which to count how many times some new hotshot had hit on her, usually opting to do so through negging and second-guessing her work, like she would be tripping over herself to go out on a date with the grown man tugging her pigtails on the playground. The kid Langdon had shoved down the hall was no doubt on his way to do something similar to the first nurse distracted enough to walk across his eyeline.

 Dr. Langdon had no such reputation for flirtiness, and he had never made any sort of advance to her. Thank goodness. It was nice to have a friend in a slightly higher place than her.

She cleared her throat. “Anyway, what’s going on for you, Dr. Frank?”

“Quit calling me Dr. Frank, especially in front of patients.” He rolled his eyes. “That puts a whole ‘Dr. Phil’ image in their heads and I hate it.”

“Oh I’m glad you mentioned that…” She turned in her chair to face him fully and seriously. “My teen has been drinking at parties and my husband is an absent father,” she said, face grave.

Frank adopted a Southern drawl and put his finger above his lip to simulate a moustache. “You have gawt to send that child to military school, it is the only waaay.” They giggled. Frank’s pager went off and he pulled it off his waistband to read it. “Shit, gotta run. Don’t have too much fun without me,” he ordered sternly, a frown creasing his pretty forehead.

Pretty forehead? Fuck is wrong with you? She admonished herself without mercy while she went through the motions of undressing and redressing the various beds in the Pitt for the rest of her shift. It was not a desirable duty to be stuck with. Luckily, it was a slow day in the ED by ED standards, with only two ambulance visits and a quiet trickle of less urgent cases admitted from the waiting room, so she had ample time to think about the piece of hair that was always falling in Frank’s bright blue eyes when he was working, and the way Frank cackled any time he cleaned up on one of his and Mateo’s college basketball bets, and Frank…

God, you’d think I had a thing for this guy, she mused to herself, slipping a pillow into its fresh case. Do not fall for the evil Hot Flirty Resident Curse. It might be a canon event for some nurses, but not for her. No, sir, she had her head on her shoulders more than that. 

Didn’t matter if Frank wore a kitschy, clunky little bracelet, beaded with love by one of his daughters, every day. Didn’t matter if Frank spoke with the utmost respect about his ex-wife whenever the topic came up. Didn’t matter if he had once placed his hand on her lower back to steer her towards the patient’s room that he had needed her assistance with, and that she hadn’t stopped thinking about it since. Didn’t matter if Frank–

–was knocking gently on the door of the room she now stood, motionless, in and asking, “Hey, did you see Mrs. Horowitz getting discharged?”

“Mrs. H-Horo–?” Her tongue felt about ten inches thick as she tried to remember which patient he was talking about and how to move her feet like a normal person. 

“The low blood sugar.”

“Oh, right.”

Frank raised his eyebrows, making her realize she hadn’t answered the question. She wished a hole would open up in the speckled tile and swallow her. “Yes, I saw her checking out with Dana at central an hour or so ago,” she said. Ok, got it all out without stammering. This was just Frank; why was her brain foggy and making it impossible to speak to a man she’d always just thought of as a coworker? Her favorite coworker, sure. The highlight of her day? Also sure, but it wasn’t…She pulled a face that mirrored her thoughts before she could stop herself.

Frank thanked her, then paused on his way out of the room again. 

“Uh..are you done for the day?” he asked, and a glance at her watch told her that yes, she was three minutes past being done.

“I could stick around for a bit,” she shrugged with all the nonchalance in the world. “Need help with something?” Frank shook his head, a tiny smirk she would have missed if she hadn’t been staring too hard at his mouth flickering around his lips. 

“No, no worries, head home! I can totally just grab someone–” 

“No!” She tried to play it cool with a chuckle and threw the pillow she was still holding down on the bed. “Let me help. What is it?”

Frank sighed and yanked his right sleeve up to show her his shoulder, and all the mortification that had been comfortably fading away in his presence came back in full force. She stared dumbly for a few seconds before he turned a degree to his left and she caught sight of the ugly, crimson gash that ran from the back of his tricep to the top of his shoulder. “Jesus, Frank! Mention this shit first!” she cried, rushing to him. “What happened?” 

He grimaced. “Turned my back for one second and a patient grabbed the scalpel off my tray and slashed. I’m angrier about the scrubs, to be honest. FIGS ain’t cheap.” He plopped himself down on the bed and looked up at her. “It’s not bad, really, I just can’t reach it to dress it myself. Would you mind?”

No, Man Who is Colloquially Referred to Around the Hospital as Dr. Dreamboat, no, I would not mind patching you up even a bit. She cleared her throat, trying to muster all her calm and competence, and said, “I’m not sure this hospital accepts your insurance, Mr. Langdon.” Frank grinned while pulling his sleeve up once more and holding it in place so she could access the wound.

“My work,” he groaned. “They got me on the worst plan possible. Acts of God are about the only thing they cover, so if anyone asks, God stabbed me.”

Her laugh surprised her. It wasn’t nervous; it was loud and probably obnoxious and it made Frank beam even more widely. She dashed over to the nurse’s supply station and requisitioned a wound care kit. When she reentered the room, she was horrified to discover that Frank had given up on holding his scrub shirt out of the way and had opted to pull the whole thing off. He was, thank heaven, wearing a white tank undershirt, and sat waiting for her expectantly. She took the second before he realized she had reentered the room to ogle as much as her professionalism and casual friendship would allow.

The sound of the alcohol swab’s packaging tearing echoed through the awkwardly quiet room. “Is it gonna hurt?” Frank whispered, making his eyes huge. She wanted to tell him to shut up.

“Shut up, just stay still,” she said, more thankful than she’d ever been that there was a layer of blue latex between her and the person she was patching’s skin. Using quick, dabbing motions to hide her trembling hands worked better than she had hoped. Frank got bored and started fidgeting after about 20 seconds. She had once told him that he needed four more letters added to his MD title: ADHD. It had been the hardest she’d ever seen him laugh, until, of course, he got distracted by something brightly colored in the distance.

He blew a puff of air from his lips and looked around the room. “Soo. Any plans tonight?”

“I was supposed to give the keynote speech at the Annual Best Nurses in the Universe Banquet, but my friend needed help putting a band-aid on, so I missed it,” she deadpanned absently, while opening the bandage and aligning it over the wound. “Are you worried about infection?”

“Not anymore, ‘cause the best nurse in the universe fixed me up real good,” he simpered. He batted his eyelashes up at her and she snorted to hide the smile that she couldn’t stop from appearing. “Um, well, anyway…” Frank began, but then trailed off. His tone had changed. 

She was almost scared to ask, “What?” Her fingers smoothed over the bandage, adhering it flush to his arm, and tried to ignore the way she felt every ridge and groove of him. Or maybe she was memorizing.

Frank coughed and shrugged the shoulder she wasn’t working on. “Just…if you ever do have a free night, I mean, after work. Or not!”

She frowned. Whatever he was rambling about took a backseat while she made quick work of cleaning off the tray of supplies. “Again, what?” Her grocery order would be ready for pickup in ten minutes, and she didn’t want to miss the window by getting stuck in the parking garage with the rest of the mass day-shift exodus.

“Jesus, do you wanna go out with me?” Her eyebrows shot skyward as she whipped around to face him. “I’m sorry!” He immediately jumped up. “I wasn’t snapping at you, I mean, I was snapping, for sure, but at myself because I couldn’t just…cough it up. It’s taken me, what, like three years?”

He had a sheepish look on his face, and couldn’t seem to hold eye contact with her anymore. Three years. Three years? Three years was how long she had known him. Every last drop of nerve, embarrassment, confusion, attraction all threatened to bubble up in her stomach. She slammed the tray down on the counter next to the sink. 

The reality of her feelings finally hit her full force, and she decided to acknowledge them for the first time in front of that serial stabber God and Frank and everyone: “I think I really like you, Frank.” It was easier than she could have imagined to say it, at last. Especially now, that he’d gone and taken their flirting to its natural conclusion. 

“Well I know I really like you,” he replied, a grin spreading as rapidly as the elation that was filling her chest so tight she thought she might start floating away.

“You fucking doctors, you always have to come out on top, don’t you?”

Frank reached for her hand from the bed and tugged her to him. She stood between his legs, which were dangling off the bed, kicking back and forth like a kid who just got told that school would be ending three hours early on the sunniest afternoon of the year. “That remains to be seen,” he muttered up at her, his blue eyes a lot softer than his tone was suggesting, and she swatted him on the forehead for being so presumptuous before leaning down and kissing the stupid smile straight off his lips. Langdon groaned and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her down and onto the bed. 

“Shit, we–” It was hard to get words out when Frank chased after her lips every time she pulled them away. And she had never been good at saying no to him. “We really should not be doing this in here.”

He agreed by putting his hand on the back of her head so he could kiss her even more deeply. “Definitely shouldn’t,” he hummed into her mouth. “Could get caught. Could get fired.” Frank pulled away fully and she took the opportunity to gulp down some air into her neglected and giddy lungs. “Wait, will you still go out with me if I’m not a doctor?” “I’d rather you were ortho, but–”

“Don’t piss me off, baby.” But they were both giggling the same, stupid way they did when they exchanged jokes and insults. Only this time, she was kneeling on one leg in front of him on a freshly-made hospital bed, her other leg slung over his, his strong hand resting on the back of her thigh. Her heart was pounding at a wild rhythm she was not familiar with, and when Frank placed his hands on her waist and pulled her even more flush against his chest, she felt his beating similarly. “I’ve already taken off like half my clothes,” he murmured. “Should we just round up and get rid of the rest?” 

“Definitely not,” she admonished through a laugh. “At least take me to get some jello or something first.” Suddenly, she was pushed off his lap and back to a standing position, her legs wobbling like a fawn’s after being folded under her so awkwardly. Frank tugged his scrub shirt back over his head and rose from the bed as well.

“Jello sounds really fucking good right now, good call,” he said, eyes already focused out the door and mapping the quickest route to the cafeteria. She wanted to laugh and cry and put blinders on the hyperactive physician so he kept kissing her until one or both of them died, but she opted instead to push that one strand of hair (the 90’s Leo one, she would later refer to it as) out of his eyes and said,

“You are insufferable.”

Frank shrugged. He grabbed her hand in his, loosely locking their fingers together and leading her out of the room. Her grocery order seemed like the least pressing matter in the world. “You love it!”

She kinda did.

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[t1ts-4-donaldson]

Bones and all Art Donaldson

NSFW: murder, blood, gore, sex

it had been 3 days since your last meal, and he was getting antsy unable to ignore the pain in his stomach or the growling of yours.

You always were too spineless to do the killing it’s not your fault you were new to this lifestyle, and he never holds it against you. Only positive thing about starving was your desperation. Sucking him off while he's driving, pulling him into gas station bathrooms to fuck you over the sink and grabbing the steering wheel forcing him to pull over and pummel his dick into you on the side of the road, you were relentless and he was exhausted. Art was blessed man though he never thought he'd meet someone as depraved as him

It's late at night when he spots her at the local amusement park stood next to the ferris wheel, cute thing was fresh faced out of high school all sunshine and excitement sometimes he felt bad for his victims most times he barely gave a damn too hungry to care.

He plays up his compliments as he flirts with her tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, "you're beautiful you know, sweet as pie." He hides his sinister intentions behind a grin. She prattles on about her best friend, new puppy she got and shitty ex she has to deal with but he's fixated on her neck the expanse of her breasts, tits almost slipping out of her little dress, he wipes the drool off the corner of his lips when his eyes latch onto her throat, he could almost see the blood pulsing through her skin.

It pissed you off the way he was talking to her like he liked her, you knew the routine it was what he had to do but ripping her to pieces made the jealously subside.

So half an hour later you’re on him half naked completely bloody her limp body discarded next to his truck. Swapping spit as your hand leaves red handprints over his milky white chest body almost glowing in contrast.

“She tastes better than the other one” you moan against his open mouth.

“horny college students are always are the best.” He impatiently shimmies your shorts down your legs tearing your pink underwear in half with balled up fists

“they were my last pair” you glower at the unsalvageable pieces

“just use hers” he peers over wipes his hand over the bite he ripped out of her chest cavity lubricating his member with blood pumping it in his hand, he reaches out for more smearing your pussy with the rest

"So fucking tight" he moans as he stretches your cunt splitting you open. Your eyes clench shut at the abrasion "never get used to it." You wince hands digging into the dirt beneath him

he pecks your forehead as an apology before driving his cock into you at a brutal speed it's almost painful. He grabs your head and yanks it back watching your tits bounce leaning up and licking the slimy residue off your skin "I'm the luckiest guy in the world you know that?" He grunts "couldn't ever find a better fuck than you."

the sounds of his balls slapping against your soaked pussy radiate through the humid midnight air "so fucking close-" you whine tightening your walls around his dick

his fingers dig into your hips tearing the skin trying to stave off his orgasm "you're a fucking freak-" he slaps your ass "my favorite whore" he plants his feet on the ground pounding your swollen pussy as you cry out for more.

"Come in me" you drag your hands up tighten them around the column of his throat rolling your hips down his length. "Let me be yours." "Fucking, shit" he gasps eyes roll back as he circles your clit with his thumb helping you chase your high, a blinding rush of pleasure runs through your body your juices coat his pelvis and thighs he continues rubbing your clit harder spurts of clear release spew on his abs until you slap his hand away.

You're dizzy almost collapsing when you begin riding him again "you need to cum" you whimper pussy throbbing from your orgasm. He shakes his head "not if it hurts you"

you shove your fingers into his mouth shutting him up. Wincing in discomfort as you bounce on his cock until ropes of cum spill into your pussy loud moans rip through his chest hips bucking until he finishes

A minute passes both of you trying to breathe when Art cups your cheek blue eyes searching for any hesitation, he only finds love.

“You good?" he asks, you nod

“promise?” He mumbles tracing your bottom lip

“yes”you heave collapsing onto his frame saccharine red remains dried up on your skin.

He grips your jaw shoves your face back and pries your mouth open with his tongue then spits down your throat, you groan as thick glob tastes sickly sweet like ice cream or chocolate cake a little more rotten.

He hums your favorite song tracing smiley faces on your belly with your release smeared watery red you shift to straddle him glimpsing down between your connected cores satisfied at the pink spunk spilling out of you coating his pubes. He reaches down cups it in his fingers and drips it inside his open mouth

“tasty”

@rottenk1sses I hope I did it justice omg

[scoupsakakitty]

Runway to my Heart | idol!Joshua x Model!Reader | fluff

The energy in the venue was electric. The flashing lights, the murmurs of anticipation from the audience, and the rhythmic soundcheck from the live band all blended together into a perfect symphony of excitement. This wasn’t just any fashion show—it was a grand event, bringing together the best of music and fashion. And tonight, Seventeen had the honor of performing live as the models strutted down the runway.

Joshua adjusted his in-ear monitor as he stood with the rest of the group backstage. He had been to countless shows, performed on stages in front of thousands, but somehow, tonight felt different. Maybe it was the unique setting, or maybe it was the way the fashion world intertwined with their performance. He wasn’t sure yet.

“Alright, guys, let’s give them a show to remember,” Seungcheol encouraged, clapping his hands together as they gathered in a small huddle.

The lights dimmed, and the opening beats of their song filled the air. The curtains parted, revealing the runway, and the show began.

Joshua strummed the first notes on his guitar, his voice harmonizing with Jeonghan’s as the models began their walks. He kept his focus on the performance—until he saw her.

Y/N.

She was the first model to step onto the catwalk, opening the show with an effortless grace that captivated everyone in the room. The moment she emerged, all eyes were on her. Cameras flashed, murmurs rippled through the crowd, and Joshua? He completely lost track of the lyrics for a split second.

She was stunning. There was no other way to describe it. The way she carried herself, the confidence in her stride, the way the outfit complimented her—it was mesmerizing. He barely registered the soft nudge from Woozi, who had noticed his sudden distraction.

As Y/N reached the center of the runway, she made a subtle yet professional interaction with them. She gave a small wave, acknowledging their presence, and just before she turned for her exit, she leaned slightly forward, locking eyes with Joshua and gifting him with the warmest smile.

Joshua felt his heart stutter.

He wasn’t the only one who noticed. Seungkwan smirked mid-line, giving Joshua a knowing glance, but the older singer chose to ignore it, focusing back on the performance—though, not without stealing a few glances as Y/N gracefully disappeared behind the curtain.

After the show, Y/N found herself surrounded by reporters and interviewers, all eager to get a few words from the opening model of the night. She smiled as a microphone was extended towards her.

“Y/N, you looked absolutely stunning out there! How did it feel to open such a grand event?”

“It was an honor,” she replied smoothly. “The energy from the audience was incredible, and walking to live music was such a different experience.”

One interviewer leaned in slightly, grinning. “Speaking of live music, Seventeen’s performance tonight was spectacular. What did you think?”

“Oh, they were amazing!” she gushed. “This was actually my first time seeing them perform live, and I was genuinely impressed. Their presence on stage is just… magnetic. You can feel their passion in every note. If I ever have the time, I’d love to go to one of their concerts.”

Meanwhile, the members of Seventeen were also being interviewed. They stood together, still buzzing from their performance and the fashion show itself. The topic of conversation soon turned to the models and the designs they showcased.

“So, gentlemen,” the interviewer began, “which outfit or runway walk caught your eye the most tonight?”

The members exchanged glances, some laughing, some pretending to ponder seriously. Jeonghan playfully nudged Joshua forward. “Go ahead, Josh. You first.”

Joshua cleared his throat, already suspecting where this was going. He wanted to be honest—Y/N’s walk had undoubtedly been his favorite. But as he opened his mouth, his words stumbled out in an entirely unexpected way.

“Ah, I really liked Y/N…” He paused, realizing his mistake. The members erupted into laughter beside him. His ears turned red as he quickly corrected himself. “I mean—I really liked her outfit! Her outfit was really nice.”

Too late.

Hoshi was doubled over in laughter, Seungkwan was clutching his chest dramatically, and even DK was grinning wildly. The interviewer chuckled as well, catching onto the situation immediately.

“Oh? Just her outfit?” they teased.

Joshua groaned, covering his face with his hands. “You guys are the worst.”

Mingyu threw an arm around his shoulders. “Don’t worry, Josh. We totally believe you.”

2 month later

Arriving at the venue, she was immediately greeted by the staff, who ushered her backstage where Seventeen’s members were preparing for the concert. She was nervous yet excited, but the moment she saw Seungkwan, her anxiety faded away.

“Y/N!” he called out with a grin, immediately walking toward her and pulling her into a warm, friendly hug. “You actually came!”

“Of course! Thank you so much for the invite,” she laughed, returning his hug. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Standing just behind Seungkwan was Joshua, who had been watching their interaction with a soft smile. As soon as their eyes met, he stepped forward, his expression gentle and welcoming.

“It’s good to see you again,” Joshua said with a quiet warmth in his voice.

Y/N smiled at him, a familiar feeling of comfort settling over her. “Likewise! I’m so excited for the show. I know you guys are going to absolutely kill it tonight.”

Joshua chuckled, the sound rich and sincere. “Let’s hope so. But if you’re here, we’ve definitely got to put on a good show.”

Y/N’s smile grew wider. “Trust me, I’ve already got my ticket to the best show in town.”

As the concert started, Y/N quickly found herself lost in the energy of the performance. The lights, the music, and the electrifying atmosphere surrounded her, and she couldn’t help but cheer loudly for the group. The stage presence of Seventeen was undeniable, and her admiration for them grew with every passing second.

During the show, Y/N and Joshua exchanged several quiet glances and smiles. At one point, she caught him watching her from the stage as she cheered them on. The camera then zoomed in on her, broadcasting her happy face on the massive screen above the crowd. The fans went wild, but what stood out to Y/N was the look on Joshua’s face as he gazed at her with an almost dreamy expression.

"So, how’s the modeling industry treating you?" Vernon asked, his curiosity piqued.

Y/N exhaled, leaning back slightly in her chair. "It’s been a ride," she began, her tone a little more serious now. "When I first started, I really struggled because of my height. I’m only 1.70m, and a lot of agencies didn’t want to take me on. They thought I was too short to make it in the runway business, so I started with photoshoots before I could even get a chance to walk on the runway."

"That’s crazy," Mingyu said, clearly shocked. "You would never guess you had trouble with how confident you are on stage now."

Y/N chuckled, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "It took time. A lot of time, actually. But here I am."

Dino, who had been quietly listening, suddenly spoke up with a curious smile. "Wait, how old are you, actually?"

Y/N paused for a second, surprised by the question. She smiled softly, thinking about how much had happened in such a short time. "I’m 25," she said, her voice light, as if it were no big deal.

The group looked at her, some members surprised by how young she was. Joshua raised an eyebrow, a playful smile on his lips. "25? Wow, you’ve accomplished a lot for your age."

Y/N shrugged modestly, a playful twinkle in her eyes. "Guess I’m just getting started."

The conversation flowed easily after that, with everyone exchanging more stories and sharing laughter. It was a relaxing and natural moment, one that made Y/N feel right at home among the group. The bonds between them were quickly forming, and for Y/N, it felt like the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

As the night wore on, Y/N felt more and more comfortable with the group. They were kind and funny, and the chemistry between them felt natural. The conversation moved from her modeling experiences to more lighthearted topics. Laughter filled the room as everyone shared their thoughts on everything from food to travel.

Eventually, the management asked them to take some PR photos. Y/N posed for a group shot with the members, and then some solo photos with each member, including Joshua. They exchanged playful glances, and Y/N couldn't help but smile as she stood next to him for the shot. There was something about the way he looked at her that made her feel special, as though the moment between them was more than just a friendly photo op.

“Let’s make a quick TikTok!” the manager suggested, and everyone excitedly agreed. Y/N, who had no idea what she was getting herself into, found herself attempting a Seventeen dance. She had seen it performed, but doing it herself was a whole different ballgame. Her movements were stiff and awkward at first, but the group laughed together, encouraging her to try again.

"You’re doing great, Y/N," Joshua said with a warm chuckle, making her blush slightly.

After a few takes, they finally managed to get a good shot, with everyone applauding her for her effort. “Alright, I think I still need a few dance lessons,” Y/N joked, causing another round of laughter. "Yeah you actually do." Hoshi laughed.

As the night came to a close, the group gathered for a final round of goodbyes. Y/N hugged each of them, thanking them for the wonderful time and promising to catch up again soon.

“I really hope I can see you guys perform again sometime,” she said with a smile and left.

“Dude, why didn’t you ask for her number?” Seungkwan teased, nudging Joshua with his elbow.

Joshua’s face turned a little pink, his eyes darting around nervously. “I—uh, I didn’t want to make things awkward…” he muttered.

“Awkward?” DK chuckled. “Man, even a blind person could see the chemistry between you two. You’re clearly into each other.”

Joshua sighed, realizing his hesitation had cost him a chance to connect with her. Without thinking twice, he excused himself and rushed out the door, determined to make things right.

He found her in the parking lot, just about to get into her car. He called out to her, breathless from running.

“Y/N, wait!” he shouted.

Y/N turned, a surprised smile spreading across her face. “Oh! What’s up?”

Joshua stood there, unsure of how to start, but his desire to make a connection with her pushed him forward. "I... I’d really like to get to know you better. Would you be interested in that?"

Y/N let out a light laugh, her eyes sparkling. “I was starting to think you’d never ask,” she teased, taking out her phone. “Here, I’ll give you my number.”

Joshua’s heart leapt at the exchange, his fingers trembling as he typed his name into her phone. “Thank you,” he said softly, unable to stop the smile that spread across his face.

Y/N’s eyes twinkled with mischief. “I’ll be in Seoul for about two more weeks,” she added, a playful hint in her voice. “Maybe we could meet up again before I leave?”

Joshua felt like he was walking on air. “I’d like that… a lot.”

With one last lingering look, Y/N got into her car and drove off, leaving Joshua standing in the parking lot with a smile that wouldn’t fade. The night had taken an unexpected turn, but he couldn’t help but feel like this was just the beginning of something special.

As he returned to the backstage area, the other members immediately began teasing him again.

“Finally,” Seungkwan grinned, nudging him. “It took you long enough!”

Joshua just laughed, shaking his head. “I couldn’t let her get away. Besides, it’s not every day I get to meet someone as amazing as her.”

That night, as Joshua lay in bed, his mind replayed the events. He couldn’t believe how easily Y/N had slipped into his thoughts and how quickly everything had changed in the span of a few hours. He looked forward to seeing her again, hoping that the next time they met, it would be the start of something even more unforgettable.

[bananonbinary]

idk if ive ever talked about Mill Ends Park much but its my favorite thing ever. it used to be the smallest park in the world, but apparently just barely lost that honor last month (Which, rude.)

anyway its a hole in the middle of the fucking street that was supposed to be for a light pole in 1948 i guess, but the city never got around to actually building it, so a newspaper columnist named Dick Fagan got tired of staring at it out his window every day and planted flowers in it. he took care of it for 20 years and it was made an official city park in 1976, seven years after his death. it's a real park. people have been married in it.

it just makes me so happy like it wasnt a publicity stunt or anything, one guy just hated how ugly and broken the road was, and did something about it. and that something has lasted for almost 80 years. ilu dick fagan.

[ordinary-barbie]

oceanic feeling.

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary: You and Rafe are expecting a baby, so naturally, you banter about what to name them.

tags: pregnancy, cursing, suggestive references, allusion to Rafe's mom being dead, mentions of anxiety, lots of fluff

In the future If I have a daughter Will she have my waist Or my widow's peak? My dreamer's disposition or my wicked streak?

— "Oceanic Feeling," by Lorde

“Rafe Cameron, Jr.,” your husband said, smiling like he’d just discovered the greatest idea ever.

You arched your eyebrow, putting your book aside. “Rafe, what are you talking about?”

Rafe grinned bashfully. “Hey, sweetheart. Jus’ thinking up names for the lil peanut.” He rubbed your belly, even though you were only a few weeks pregnant and had no signs of a bump yet.

You and Rafe had met in college. He was a cocky frat bro and you were the sarcastic English major forced to partner up with him on a project. Fast forward a few years later and the two of you were living in domestic bliss in the house Rafe had built in Figure 8, close enough to easily see his family but still afforded you some distance. After two years of marriage, you and Rafe began trying for a baby, feeling like you were in a good enough place to add another member to your family. You’d finally gotten those two pink lines on your pregnancy test a few days ago, and while you were elated, it was nothing compared to how Rafe reacted. He’d sobbed happy tears, and you remembered hugging him deeply, taking a moment to absorb the good news.

“And the best you could come up with is naming them after yourself? How conceited,” you teased.

Rafe scoffed, sticking his tongue out at you. “Hey, Rafe is a very strong name, all right? It means ‘wolf counsel.’ That’s fuckin badass.”

“Sure, but isn’t one Rafe Cameron enough? I don’t think the world is ready for two,” you dryly responded. “Besides, what if we have a girl?”

Rafe smirked. “Then she’ll be...Rafella.”

You rolled your eyes, trying and failing to hide your grin. “I can’t stand you.”

“Oh really? You sure were able to stand me last night,” Rafe quipped. “‘Oh Rafey, your cock feels so good! Please fill me up!’”

Your body tingled with mortification. “Shut up, Rafe,” you grumbled, shoving him. He just laughed in response.

“Well let’s hear some of your ideas, babe,” Rafe said, smirking at you.

You brightened up. You were the type of nerd to have an actual list of potential baby names. You unlocked your phone, going into your notes app.

“I got a bunch of names right here,” you replied, handing your phone over to Rafe.

His eyes scanned the list, studying it intently. Then he let out a scoff. "Callum, really?'

"It's an adorable name!" you argued.

"It sounds like callus. You want our son to be called Callus Cameron?" Rafe scrunched up his nose as if he'd smelled something rotten.

"I like the alliteration," you quipped. "Keep reading, wise guy."

Rafe returned to the list, reading it with an expressionless look. You wrung your hands together, suddenly feeling self-conscious about your choices, especially since he'd already vetoed one of your favorites. You'd picked a lot of them before you'd become a Cameron, so you had to worry about any choices fitting the last name, you didn't know what types of names he liked—

"Babe, you okay? I can practically hear you overthinking," Rafe gently teased you. You thought about brushing off his concern, but Rafe could read you like a book. He knew that despite your quips and snark, there was always anxiety bubbling beneath the surface. Despite all your years together—and the rock on your finger—you couldn't help but fret over Rafe's opinion of you.

You shrugged. "I dunno Rafe. I just—I don't want you to think any of my name choices are stupid," you admitted, worrying at your lower lip.

Rafe captured your lip between his fingers, rubbing it soothingly. "Look, I know I gave you shit earlier, and I'm sorry. But I do value your input," he assured you, looking at you with utter fondness. "We're probably gonna disagree on stuff, but that's okay. Doesn't mean I love you any less."

A warmth bloomed in your chest and spread throughout your body, putting you at ease. Rafe pulled you closer to him so you could review the list together. "Miles...I like that one for a boy," Rafe said, pointing at one of the first names on your list.

"Miles Cameron," you said, enjoying how the mix of letters sounded in your mouth. "I like that."

"See? This is why you're the smart one in the relationship," Rafe joked, gazing at you fondly.

You rolled your eyes amusedly, shaking your head. "See anything you like from the girls' side?"

Rafe tapped his chin, pretending to be lost in thought. "I dunno... [your name] is pretty cute."

You felt your face grow hot. "Rafe! Come on, stick to the list."

Rafe chuckled, stroking your side as he pored over the list. He was more vocal about the girls' names, picking out a bunch that he liked, but one in particular stopped him in his tracks: Matilda.

"You put my mom's name on here," Rafe murmured.

You shrugged bashfully. "I figured it could be a nice tribute. But if you're not cool with it, I can—"

Rafe silenced you with a kiss before enveloping you in his arms. "Baby, no. I love that idea."

You smiled softly at Rafe, though inside, your heart was bursting. "You know what? I think we're gonna be okay parents."

"Yeah?" Rafe was full-on grinning now. "You're gonna be a fucking awesome mom. Definitely the hottest one in the neighborhood."

You slipped out of Rafe's embrace to sock him in the arm. "You are so annoying," you grumbled, trying to keep from giggling. "I already feel sorry for our future child."

"Too bad—you and the peanut are stuck with me," Rafe replied smoothly, kissing your forehead. You let out a dramatic sigh before leaning into your husband.

Honestly? Not a bad fate for you, all things considered.

note: maybe I'll write a flashback to when they first met...the possiblities...

[empressdede]

No Limit

Introducing Imani and Sefa. Two college students who spent years at odds with each other. After a crazy night at a frat party, they show their relationships have no limit.

Pairing: Sefa x Imani

Word count: 4,387

This is a oneshot😭 maybe if the creative juices get flowing, a two shot but for now. A ONE SHOT😂

Imani had never met a more insufferable human being in her life than Sefa Fatu.

Unfortunately, she was forced to tolerate him thanks to their mutual friends, who for some reason saw no issue with his presence. Every group outing, every study session, every damn game night—he was always there, breathing the same air as her, making some smart-ass comment that set her blood boiling.

Like now.

“Damn, Imani, you always dress like you’re about to be on a runway. I don’t see nobody rushing to sign you.”

Sefa leaned back in his seat, arms crossed as his dark eyes flicked over her outfit. She was wearing a fitted brown crop top, high-waisted jeans, and her favorite gold hoops. Stylish? Yes. But why the hell was he commenting?

“And you always dress like you just woke up from a nap,” Imani shot back, eyeing his oversized hoodie and joggers. “Oh wait—maybe that’s because you never put effort into anything.”

Their friends—Sapphire, Jaden, and Malik—exchanged looks, already sensing where this was headed.

Sefa let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “What’s wrong, Imani? Daddy didn’t tell you, you were pretty today? Feeling a little insecure?”

Imani scoffed. “Daddy still comparing you to the twins?”

Jaden whistled lowly. “Here we go again.”

“I swear, y’all argue like an old married couple,” Malik added, laughing as he reached for his fries. “Why don’t y’all just hook up and get it over with?”

“Excuse me?” Imani and Sefa said in unison, both turning to glare at Malik.

Malik threw his hands up in surrender. “Damn, my bad. Just saying.”

Sapphire, ever the peacemaker, sighed. “Can we go one lunch without you two fighting?”

“Tell Sefa to shut up and we might have a chance,” Imani muttered, stabbing her fork into her salad with unnecessary force.

Sefa smirked. “You’d miss me if I shut up.”

She gave him a deadpan stare. “I’d rather eat a jean jacket dry than miss you.”

Laughter erupted at the table, but Sefa just grinned like he lived to get under her skin. And maybe he did.

Because no matter how much Imani hated to admit it, he always knew exactly how to piss her off.

⸻

There was never a moment of peace when Sefa was around.

Imani had learned to expect it, like clockwork. If their friend group was doing something together, he would find a way to make her life hell.

Like last week when they had a movie night, and he kept making dumbass comments during the film just to annoy her.

Or the time they went bowling, and he “accidentally” knocked over her drink with his ridiculous victory dance.

Or today, when they were supposed to be meeting at the library for a study session, and Sefa showed up late, strolling in like he had all the time in the world.

“Nice of you to finally show up,” Imani muttered as he dropped into the seat across from her.

Sefa smirked, completely unbothered. “Damn, you missed me that much?”

“I missed the peace and quiet before you got here.”

“Cute. You thinking about me when I’m not around?”

Imani exhaled through her nose, gripping her pen so tightly she thought it might snap. “I’m thinking about how much better my GPA would be if I didn’t have to waste brain cells talking to you.”

Sefa let out a low chuckle, flipping open his textbook. “Then stop talking to me. But you can’t, can you?” He tilted his head, smug. “You just love hearing my voice.”

“Yeah,” Imani deadpanned. “Like people love hearing nails on a chalkboard.”

Sapphire groaned. “Guys. Please. We’re here to study, not flirt.”

Imani choked. “Flirt?”

Sefa snorted. “She wishes.”

“You wish,” Imani shot back. “But keep dreaming, Sefa.”

Malik, who had been watching their back-and-forth like it was a damn tennis match, shook his head. “Y’all got some serious tension.”

Imani ignored that. She wasn’t going to entertain whatever ridiculous idea Malik was cooking up in his head. Because the only thing between her and Sefa was mutual disdain.

Nothing more. Nothing less.

Right?

The night of the frat party arrived, and Imani wasn’t even sure why she agreed to come.

Well, she knew why. Sapphire had practically begged her to get out of the dorm for once, promising a good time and free drinks. And after the stress of the week, Imani figured she deserved a little fun.

She had no idea she’d regret that decision.

David, who was charming, good-looking, and knew how to dance. She hadn’t planned on getting caught up with anyone, but after two drinks and a song that had a beat too good to resist, she had found herself moving with him, their bodies pressed close as they swayed together.

He was smooth. Hands lingering just enough to make her pulse quicken, lips close to her ear as he spoke over the music.

“You’re a good dancer,” he murmured.

“So are you,” she admitted.

“Come upstairs with me,” he said suddenly.

Imani hesitated. The invitation was casual, but there was something in his eyes that made her uneasy.

“I should probably stay down here,” she said, trying to play it off lightly.

David’s grip on her waist tightened just a little. “Come on, just for a minute.”

Before she could respond, a new voice cut through the music.

“She said no.”

Sefa.

Imani turned her head, her stomach twisting at the sight of him standing behind her. His expression was sharp, his usual playful smirk nowhere to be seen.

David frowned. “Mind your business, man.”

Sefa stepped closer, eyes locked on David. “She is my business.”

Imani’s breath caught.

David scoffed, letting go of her with an annoyed grunt. “Whatever.” He turned and disappeared into the crowd.

Sefa didn’t look at her right away. His jaw was tense, like he was trying to keep himself from saying something reckless.

Imani crossed her arms, ignoring the way her heart was still racing. “I didn’t need you to do that.”

Sefa finally met her gaze, and for once, there was no teasing in his eyes. Just something dark. Something protective.

“You sure about that?”

She opened her mouth, then closed it.

Because the truth was—she wasn’t.

But Imani was pissed.

Pissed that David had tried to pressure her upstairs. Pissed that Sefa had intervened like she couldn’t handle herself. Pissed that—even now, standing outside on the porch to clear her head—her hands were still shaking.

And most of all, pissed that Sefa was here too, standing beside her like he had every right to.

“I’m fine,” she muttered, staring out at the partygoers stumbling across the lawn.

Sefa exhaled, running a hand through his short curls. “Didn’t ask if you weren’t.”

She clenched her jaw, hating how he was just there, all steady and frustratingly calm, like he hadn’t just swooped in like some kind of savior.

“What the hell was that back there?” she demanded, turning to face him. “You think you’re my bodyguard now?”

Sefa didn’t flinch. “I think you needed someone to step in.”

Imani scoffed. “Oh, and that someone had to be you?”

“Clearly, since no one else was paying attention.”

Her chest burned with irritation. He was acting like she was some helpless girl who needed rescuing, and it infuriated her.

“You don’t get to play the hero,” she snapped. “Especially not when you spend most of your time making my life miserable.”

Sefa’s lips curved into something that wasn’t quite a smirk—too tight, too unreadable. “Yeah? And yet, here we are.”

Something about the way he said it made her stomach flip, and she hated that.

She folded her arms, lifting her chin. “I had it under control.”

Sefa took a step closer. Not enough to touch, but enough that she felt the shift in space between them. The warmth of his presence. The weight of his stare.

“Did you?” His voice was lower now, calmer. “Because from where I was standing, you were looking for a way out.”

Imani sucked in a sharp breath, but she couldn’t argue. Because the truth was—he wasn’t wrong.

But she didn’t want to owe him anything. Didn’t want him thinking she needed him.

Sefa watched her, like he could see the battle raging in her head. Then, to her absolute shock, he reached out—slow, deliberate—and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

It was so unexpected, so gentle, that her breath caught.

“You don’t have to say thank you,” he murmured. “Just… be careful, yeah?”

And just like that, he stepped back, hands slipping into his pockets as he walked back inside, leaving Imani standing there, heart pounding.

What the hell just happened?

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

The problem was, after that night, Imani couldn’t stop thinking about Sefa.

It was annoying. He was annoying. But now, there was something else sitting between them. Something unspoken.

Like when they saw each other at the campus coffee shop a few days later, and for the first time, he didn’t have some snarky comment ready. He just looked at her, gave her a nod, and went back to his drink.

Or when they were all hanging out at Sapphire’s place, and instead of throwing jabs at each other, he just… sat next to her. Close enough that she could smell his cologne, feel the warmth of him.

She hated how much she noticed it.

She hated that, for the first time, she wasn’t sure where they stood.

And worst of all?

She wasn’t sure she hated him anymore.

Imani should have known better than to let Sapphire talk her into another party.

After what happened at the last one, she had sworn off frat houses for the rest of the semester. But somehow, she found herself back in a dimly lit, overly crowded living room, sipping from a red cup and pretending she wasn’t hyperaware of him.

Sefa.

He was across the room, laughing with Jaden and Malik, looking like he didn’t have a care in the world. But every time Imani glanced in his direction, she caught him doing the same.

And it pissed her off.

Not because of their usual rivalry. But because she hadn’t stopped thinking about him since that damn night.

“Yo, let’s make this party interesting,” Malik called out suddenly, dragging a chair to the center of the room. “Spin the bottle. Who’s in?”

Loud cheers erupted, and before Imani could say hell no, Sapphire was already pulling her down to sit in the circle forming on the floor.

“Oh, come on,” Imani groaned. “We are not in high school.”

Sapphire grinned. “Relax, it’s just a game.”

Imani highly doubted that.

One by one, people took turns spinning, laughing and cheering as random couples were forced to kiss. Some were quick pecks, others were… not.

And then it was Imani’s turn.

“Alright, let’s see who she gets!” someone called out.

She rolled her eyes but reached for the bottle, giving it a hard spin. It twirled rapidly, blurring in motion, until finally—it slowed.

Imani’s stomach twisted the second she saw where it landed.

Sefa.

The room erupted in chaos.

“No way!”

“Y’all got beef, this should be interesting.”

“Oh, they gotta do it now.”

Imani’s jaw clenched as she met Sefa’s eyes across the circle. He looked just as tense as she felt.

“Damn, this is about to be good,” Malik chuckled.

Jaden grinned. “C’mon, rules are rules. Let’s go, Fatu.”

Sefa exhaled through his nose before pushing up from the floor, standing over Imani. His expression was unreadable, but something flickered in his dark eyes.

Something that made her pulse race.

She swallowed hard. “We don’t have to—”

“Yeah, we do,” he murmured.

And then, before she could think, before she could process, before she could tell herself this was a horrible idea—

Sefa leaned down and kissed her.

The moment their lips met, a shock ran down Imani’s spine. She had expected it to be quick, forced, like they were just getting it over with.

But it wasn’t.

His lips were warm, firm, and the second she let out the smallest gasp of surprise, he deepened it, just slightly, just enough to make the world tilt.

Her fingers curled into the fabric of her jeans. She was not supposed to like this.

And yet—

The hoots and cheers around them barely registered as heat flooded her veins.

Sefa pulled back first, just a breath away, his gaze heavy-lidded. His voice was quiet, low enough that only she could hear.

“Didn’t expect that, did you?”

Imani’s chest rose and fell, her heartbeat slamming against her ribs.

No. No, she didn’t.

And that was the problem.

Imani needed to get the hell out of there.

The second the game moved on, she pushed to her feet, ignoring Sapphire’s questioning look and the way her heart was still pounding. She grabbed her bag and shoved through the crowd, heading for the door like she could escape what just happened.

Like she could escape him.

But the moment she stepped onto the sidewalk, she heard footsteps behind her.

“Imani.”

Her whole body tensed.

Of course he followed her.

She didn’t stop. Didn’t turn around. “Go back inside, Sefa.”

His voice was closer now. “And leave you walking home alone at night? Yeah, no.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine.”

She snapped then, whirling around to face him. “Oh, and how the hell am I supposed to look after that?”

Sefa stared at her, his expression unreadable, but his breathing was heavier now. His hands were shoved into his pockets like he was trying to keep himself from reaching for something.

Or someone.

“You’re acting like we just committed a crime,” he said lowly.

She let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “It was a crime.”

Sefa raised a brow. “Oh yeah? What kind?”

She clenched her fists. “One against my sanity.”

Silence stretched between them, thick and charged.

Then, to her absolute fury, Sefa smirked.

“You liked it.”

Imani’s mouth opened, ready to deny it, but nothing came out.

Because she had.

And the fact that he knew it? That he was looking at her like he could still feel the kiss on his lips?

It made her want to scream.

Instead, she turned on her heel and started walking again.

Sefa followed, of course.

“Why are you still here?” she muttered.

“Because,” he said, voice too damn casual, “I wanna know why you’re running.”

“I’m not running,” she snapped.

He let out a low hum. “Sure looks like it.”

Imani stopped in her tracks so suddenly that he almost bumped into her.

She glared up at him. “You think everything is a damn game, don’t you?”

Sefa’s smirk faded. His jaw clenched, and for the first time, he looked just as frustrated as she felt.

“I think you’re scared.”

Her breath hitched.

Because he was right.

But she’d rather die than admit it.

So instead, she stepped closer—so close their bodies almost brushed, so close she could feel the heat radiating off him.

And she tilted her chin up defiantly. “You wish I was scared of you.”

Sefa’s eyes darkened. His tongue flicked across his bottom lip, slow, deliberate.

“Oh, I don’t think you’re scared of me.” His voice was lower now, rougher. “I think you’re scared of what happens if you stop hating me.”

Imani’s pulse slammed in her throat.

Because he was too close.

Because he smelled too good.

Because his voice was wrecking every last bit of control she had left.

And the worst part?

She didn’t know if she even wanted to stop him.

•••••••••••••••••••••••••

Sefa didn’t let her walk home alone.

He didn’t say anything at first, just fell into step beside her, matching her pace like he belonged there. Like he had every right to be next to her after what just happened.

Imani’s nerves were shot. Her skin still tingled from that damn kiss, her pulse wouldn’t settle, and he was too damn close.

“You don’t have to do this,” she muttered, staring straight ahead.

“Yeah, I do,” Sefa said simply.

And that made something snap inside her.

She stopped walking, turning to face him on the empty sidewalk. “Why?” she demanded. “Why do you care? You hate me, remember?”

Sefa just stared at her, his dark eyes unreadable. “You really believe that?”

Imani let out a frustrated breath, shoving a hand through her curls. “You spend all your time annoying the hell out of me, trying to get under my skin—”

“Yeah,” he cut in, stepping closer. “And you let me.”

Her chest rose and fell sharply. “Because you piss me off.”

Sefa’s lips quirked, but it wasn’t his usual cocky smirk. It was something else. Something darker.

“Funny,” he murmured. “Because I think the way I make you feel isn’t just anger.”

Imani’s breath caught.

Because he was right.

Because the air between them was thick, charged with something they had been dancing around for too long.

Because she felt it—every time they fought, every time they challenged each other, every time he looked at her like this.

And now, there was nothing stopping them. No one around. No excuses left.

Sefa reached out, slow, deliberate, giving her the chance to pull away.

She didn’t.

His fingers brushed her jaw, tilting her chin up slightly. “Tell me to stop,” he murmured.

Imani’s heart slammed against her ribs.

She should. She should say it.

But she didn’t.

Instead, she did the one thing she had been trying so damn hard to resist.

She grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him down, crashing her lips against his.

Sefa groaned low in his throat, his hands sliding to her waist, gripping tight as he pressed her back against the brick wall of a building.

The kiss wasn’t soft. It wasn’t careful.

It was all heat, all frustration, all the built-up tension that had been brewing between them for months.

His lips moved against hers with a hunger that made her knees weak, his body pressing into hers like he couldn’t get close enough.

Imani’s fingers fisted in his shirt, tugging him impossibly closer, and Sefa growled, his teeth grazing her bottom lip before deepening the kiss.

She gasped into his mouth, and he swallowed it, his grip tightening like he didn’t want to let go.

And the worst part?

She didn’t either.

When they finally broke apart, both of them breathing hard, Sefa rested his forehead against hers.

“Still think I hate you?” he murmured.

Imani’s fingers were still tangled in his shirt, her lips swollen, her body on fire.

She swallowed, trying to gather a single rational thought.

“I think…” she whispered. “We’re in a lot of trouble.”

Sefa chuckled, low and rough, his thumb brushing over her hip.

“Yeah,” he agreed. “We are.”

⸻

The air between them was thick—charged with something neither of them could take back.

Imani’s fingers were still tangled in Sefa’s shirt, her pulse still thrumming against the heat of his body pressed into hers.

This was dangerous.

This was reckless.

But when she met his eyes—dark, burning, hungry—she knew there was no turning back.

She exhaled, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Come inside.”

Sefa didn’t hesitate.

⸻

The moment the door to her dorm clicked shut, everything snapped.

Sefa was on her. His lips crashed into hers again, and this time, there was no hesitation, no restraint.

Imani moaned as his hands roamed, gripping her hips, pressing her back against the door. Her fingers slid under his shirt, feeling the heat of his skin, the hard muscles beneath.

Sefa cursed under his breath, grabbing her thighs and lifting her effortlessly. She wrapped her legs around his waist, letting him carry her toward the bed, never once breaking the kiss.

This wasn’t just a kiss anymore.

This was months of tension exploding all at once.

This was a fight they had both lost.

And neither of them cared.

The room was bathed in the soft glow of the streetlight filtering through the blinds, casting gentle shadows over the bed. The air was thick, filled with nothing but the sound of ragged breaths and the rustle of sheets as they shifted closer.

Imani felt the weight of Sefa above her, the heat of his body pressing into hers. There was still a barrier between them—fabric, skin, hesitation. But it was quickly fading, slowly being replaced by something more consuming.

Sefa’s hands were on her waist, just barely skimming the edges of her shirt before moving back to her hips, as if he was waiting for permission, as if he didn’t want to cross a line she hadn’t drawn yet. She could feel him hesitating, as much as she was.

But neither of them wanted to pull away.

Her fingertips traced his jaw, the roughness of his stubble under her touch making her breath catch. Sefa’s eyes were half-closed, his mouth slightly parted, his chest rising and falling in time with hers.

“I don’t want to stop,” she whispered, her voice barely above a breath.

His lips twitched, but he didn’t say anything at first. Instead, he leaned down, pressing his lips softly against her neck, kissing the sensitive skin there with slow, deliberate affection.

Imani’s back arched instinctively, chasing the touch, wanting more, needing more. Her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him closer, silently begging him to keep going.

Sefa groaned softly, the sound low and guttural, vibrating against her skin as he moved lower. His lips brushed across her collarbone, his hands sliding up the sides of her shirt to touch the bare skin of her stomach. His fingertips were warm, and his touch was careful, almost reverent, as if every inch of her body was something he needed to savor, to memorize.

“I don’t know how much more I can take,” he muttered against her skin. His voice was strained, thick with unspoken desire.

Imani’s heart raced as her hands slid down his back, fingers tracing the muscles there, feeling the way his body shifted under her touch. Her breath caught when his hands finally slid beneath her shirt, moving higher, just brushing the underside of her breasts before sliding back down.

Sefa’s hands weren’t in a hurry. They didn’t need to be. They were taking their time, letting the tension between them build, building something that felt like it could tear them apart if they didn’t do something about it.

Imani shifted beneath him, her hips rocking forward just enough to create a friction that shot through her core, making her gasp softly.

“Jesus,” Sefa murmured, his eyes dark as he looked down at her, his voice low and rough. “Do you feel that?”

Imani nodded, her breath quickening as she moved against him again, desperately trying to feel more. The heat between them was unbearable, the thin layer of clothing that separated them nothing more than a reminder of what they couldn’t yet do.

But the hunger, the need was undeniable.

Sefa groaned as she moved against him again, this time a little more insistently, her hands pushing against his chest as she worked to get closer, to feel the full pressure of his body against hers. His body tensed under her touch, and he responded, his hips moving in slow, deliberate circles, matching the rhythm of hers.

Everything in the room felt charged, as if the very air between them was crackling with need.

Sefa’s lips hovered over hers for a moment, their breaths mingling in the small space between them. He hesitated, just for a fraction of a second, as if he was waiting for her to pull away or say something, but she didn’t.

Instead, she kissed him—slow, deep, desperate. Her hands slid down his chest, fingers fumbling with the button of his jeans, feeling the heat of him through the fabric, desperate to feel more.

He let out a low groan as he pulled away from the kiss, looking at her with dark eyes.

“You’re killing me,” he whispered, his voice raw.

Imani’s pulse raced as she pulled him back to her, lips crashing against his again. The need to be close to him was overwhelming, too much to resist. She didn’t care that they hadn’t crossed that final line, that they hadn’t completely given in. The tension, the frustration, the need to explore each other—it was too much.

Her body moved against his in a rhythm that felt almost natural, like this was where they were supposed to be, where they had always been meant to be. The feeling of him against her, his hands sliding over her skin, his mouth tracing the path down her neck—it was enough to make her forget everything but him.

Sefa’s hands moved lower, gripping the hem of her shorts, tugging them down just enough to expose more of her skin. She gasped, the air catching in her lungs, her hands immediately reaching for his jeans, her fingers trembling as she undid them.

But just before they could get any further, Sefa stopped her. He pulled back, just far enough to look at her, his breathing heavy.

“You sure?” he asked, his voice hoarse.

Imani’s chest heaved as she stared into his eyes. She was so close, so close, but she didn’t want to rush it. Didn’t want to let the moment slip away.

She didn’t answer with words. Instead, she slid her hands down his chest, her lips trailing over his throat, feeling the frantic pulse there, and then she moved her body just enough, grinding into him slowly, letting the pressure build again, letting him feel the heat between them without fully giving in.

Sefa’s breath hitched. “God, I want you so bad.”

Imani’s eyes met his, her hands resting on his shoulders as she held him close. She could feel the hunger in his voice, in his touch, but there was something else too. Something more delicate, something unspoken.

They weren’t ready to cross that final line yet. But every inch of their bodies told the other that they were getting there. That they wanted each other more than they were willing to admit.

They were both holding back, but neither of them was going anywhere.

Y’all feeling this? I thought it was eh, but lmk😭❤️

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[odileeclipse]

genuine question, with ur Sage of Truth x reader series, how do u come up with the stuff about magic study

..ok im bad at explaining but like u know the like magic terminology, the formulas, stuff like that relating to the magic stuff the reader is studying. Is coming up for that stuff hard? Did u base it off other stuff? I just think it's really impressive

Also, another mini question, how do you go about writing the Sage of Truth? His character is very interesting, and the way he speaks is very poetic and wise and stuff. It must be really interesting to write.

But yeah. Loved ur part 4 for the series i get go giddy and happy when I read every new part cause it's just so goodd!!

Hope ur doing well mootie and getting good sleep 💞

This post is going to be a little messy because I'm just going to word dump rq since I don't know how to explain it without rambling on so my apologies mootie <3

Okay so a majority of this is based off of chemical reactions I replace everything with magical words! like balancing magic is based on like the stabilization of chemical reactions and some of it based off of Grignard's reagents reactions how things need to be completely dry (in our case our will cause it's magic) or it's highly reactive and violent. Some things are philosophical and yes, it's actually a lot harder than it sounds because even I don't have a full grasp on everything I speak on, but since it's magical it gives me more creative freedom to make it seem like something else... I don't know if it makes sense but for example, the reason the professor says it's a philosophical approach is because I based it off of a philosophical thing I learned about reason, it basically states that reason alone can't make you do things and that only another emotion can overrule another and that reason doesn't know about emotions. So in this case reason would be magic, but the philosophical question is, "Can you make a choice based off of reason alone?" Of course I think not which is why I think it's only natural that in order to have strong magic you need to be mentally and emotionally strong in our case have strong will. But something that helps me is like brainstorming reactions beforehand, like I couldn't pinpoint exactly what I'm deriving from because I write them down as I get into this sort of flow state. But it's just based off of my knowledge of general+organic chemistry. Which is why if you go back a lot of it is about reactions. And alchemy and astronomy but those are my biggest influences.

This may be a very disappointing answer guys but it's hard for me to answer because it's not like I come with it on the spot it takes me like a while...it's not so much the writing part because I'm a pretty fast typer (I think) my wpm is 77 so it's not super slow but not super fast but that's around 4k words per hour (assuming no distractions) and my fics for this are like 4-7k words so the writing part itself is not the time-consuming part it's thinking about how I might apply chemistry.

Coming up with magic terminology, formulas, and theories is one of my favorite parts of worldbuilding. It can be tricky, but it's super fun once I get into a flow. I usually base it on a mix of real-world concepts (like alchemy, astronomy, linguistics, and physics) and existing fantasy magic systems, but then I tweak it to fit the vibe of Blueberry Yogurt Academy. For example, if I were to create a spell for, say, astral projection, I'd probably think about how ancient scholars might have viewed the soul leaving the body. I might mix in terms from dream theory, old star charts, or even quantum entanglement to make it feel like something a scholar at the Academy would study. But again a lot of it is made up so any magic or anything that coincides with "real" magic is purely coincidental. I really just try and mix words that fit together of course I do have to do my own research and stuff but most of it is just made up magical things based on things I've learned things about.

As I'm writing this I remember I wrote something it's when I was brainstorming on my google doc which I'll just paste here I think it's a lot more clear sort of? But basically this is sort of the bare bones of it and then as I'm writing I embellish to make it legit of course I do have to go on wikipedia to search for "magical terms"

Theoretical Magic & The Law of Truth

Magic in this setting is deeply tied to knowledge, logic, and perception it requires both understanding and precise execution.

The Law of Truth will be a governing principle, suggesting that magic operates based on absolute truths rather than subjective beliefs. If something is factually incorrect, the spell structure collapses.

This makes magic an academic pursuit, requiring scholars to study universal truths, paradoxes, and logical structures to correctly wield it.

The Structure of Spells

Magic isn’t just about reciting incantations it follows a formulaic, almost mathematical structure.

Spells are constructed like arguments or equations, with components that must be balanced:

Premise (Concept/Intent): The foundation of the spell; must be logically sound.

Catalyst (Energy/Source): What fuels the spell, possibly drawn from the caster’s understanding or external forces.

Expression (Manifestation): The way the spell takes form, shaped by the precision of the caster’s execution.

This is why (y/N) will struggle they might understand the premise but fail at the execution, or vice versa.

The Use of Glyphs & Magical Notation

Spells can be written using glyphs, sigils, or a special notation system that encodes magical principles.

It’s possible that magic is recorded in a language that must be understood logically rather than memorized, making it extra difficult for beginners.

The reader has difficulty with this aspect, which is why they might struggle with practical application.

The Sage of Truth’s Role & Perspective

The Sage is a master of this magic system, likely because they grasp universal truths without bias. Their magic is precise because their understanding is flawless.

They probably teach by guiding the mc to see things objectively, rather than just drilling formulas into their head.

The Reader’s Weakness & Potential Strength

At the beginning, they struggle because they approach magic like a school subject rather than a fundamental truth of existence.

However, their struggle will make it known that they have the capacity for deep insight; they just need to learn how to see rather than just study.

There’s potential for them to develop a unique style of magic later, possibly blending intuition with logic.

And now for my favorite part the sage of truth, so I looked at all of his voice lines thanks to the wiki <3 and I based it off of that and I tried to come up with a persona I think he would embody. He is very different from Shadow Milk Cookie which is super apparent in the KR dub because his voice is so much gentler and kinder and his whole persona to me says he is a kind studious person who wants to see people succeed. He wants to spread knowledge and to me, that seems really philosophical and something I've noticed from philosophical scholars is how poetic they are in how they speak. One of my favorite philosophers even before learning about him in the academic sense is Bentham the way he words things is so interesting to me however I do think it is morbid he wanted his body to be preserved in the classroom because he thought it would bring his students motivation. But I digress.

He doesn't waste words because everything he says has purpose and truth woven into it. It's why when the reader pries into hearing more about him it sort of throws him off a little bit. His speech is more "elongated" slower? because he doesn't rush as I think he believes that truth doesn't falter or hurry and example of something I would write for a different character vs him would be like.

Instead of saying "You're struggling because you don't understand the fundamentals," he’d say: "You attempt to sculpt from air and wonder why the form does not hold. Foundation must precede creation, lest you craft only illusions."

The only reason I can do this somewhat is because I used to love writing poems...I have a lot of bad poems though...

But to me it seems that he perceives truth in all of things which makes him really eerily perceptive, and since he has a lot of experience under his belt (he is a renowned scholar) he can see the mc struggle before they voice them but it's also partially because the mc gives it away with their facial expressions which often time are more telling than anything they say. He also guides rather than command pushing the reader to understand instead of handing solutions he nudges them towards revelations. I think he also plays into his persona a bit where he doesn't mix emotions and studies perhaps with his most dearest friends right? but not with someone he's supposed to be guiding I won't say more on this as I have a lot of ideas for how I will develop their relationship. He also isn't cruel and understands frustration is an essential and fundamental part of learning.

But the thing is he does see potential in you as the reader... Hopefully this answers your question...

As you can see I put a LOT of thought into this fanfic and into this response but ever since I made that poll I had an inkling about who was going to win based off of the first day so that's when I began brainstorming.

This is sort of the process for all of this however I just want to note that it is difficult and sometimes I just rely on my own intuition even if it's wrong and then i go back and read if it's really bothering me I just change the whole paragraph and scrap the previous writing I think that's the beauty of writing being able to revise and allowing yourself to part from previous work. however, if I really like it I'll just keep it somewhere to the side.

[saltyorio]

I love the cupcake ask sm…. What are the Claggors favorite foods? :3

Claggor has never struck me as the kind of guy to have a big sweet tooth, as surprising as that is. I personally believe he leans more on the savory side of things, definitely not a picky eater in any world because he's just grateful he can even eat in the first place. He's also someone who prefers to stay safe and stick to the "classics" as a form of comfort for him by trying the same kinds of foods and never truly getting tired of them. Of course, as an adult, he has become more open to trying new things (Hexless AU! Claggor, at least), and he does like a different variety of foods such as spicy, sweet, or sour, but he can't find himself too crazy about any of them. Also, yeah, he's a huge guy, but he barely eats. He has a small appetite and a slow metabolism, so he usually prefers to share his food with others like his family :((( IF YOU GUYS HAVE DIFFERENT HEADCANONS PLEASEEE TELL ME I WANT TO KNOW EVERYTHING!!!

You guy's asks are either the cutiest patootiest asks or heartwrenching, and I'm trying really hard to work on every single one and provide my oomfs with good content! ANYWHO...HOPE YOU ENJOYYY!!!

[dimalry]

I was thinking recently about your acotar concept/remake, and all the cool elements you’re adding to build up the world-building and it got me curious. will the Archeron sisters’ dynamic between each other stay relatively the same?

And on the flip side, what is the dynamic between our main 3 brothers now that Rhysand is more morally-grey? Does that make Cassian and Azriel morally-grey, and in what way specifically?

Relatively yes, their dynamic is stays pretty much the same.

I’d like to delve deeper into the Archeron sisters' lore, particularly how their family dynamics shaped them. The root of their strained relationship lies in their parents: their mother’s favoritism and abuse, as well as their father’s favoritism towards Elain and his overall cowardice, left quite some scars on their daughters. I want to explore their relationship that doesn’t include the constant interference from the Inner Circle or anyone else. Others may have opinions, but I won’t let them take it upon themselves to solve the sisters’ issues. Pleased to say, I’ve found a way to get Nesta to the House of Wind without force or intervention from the Inner Circle—especially since, in my story, they couldn’t care less about anyone outside their circle and have no interest in helping Nesta (Except Cassian, but he… isn’t capable of even thinking about her around that time)

Here‘s how it goes:

Nesta, raised to believe Mother Archeron stands always right, ignores Feyre as she’s convinced that their mother‘s neglect of her was for some reason justified, and later resents her little sister for taking their father‘s role in their cottage years. Elain, protected by their father from their mother’s cruelty (while Nesta was not), was never used to fending for herself. She seeks refuge in the next person who can care solely for her (which turns into coddling her). Nesta’s years of resentment and Elain’s sudden shift when they became poor affected Feyre a lot, making her believe she was the problem in their family and had to „make up“ for it.

Since Nesta and Feyre never had a real relationship, it’s going to be awkward when Nesta starts showing affection: Feyre’s confused like “Uh… what is this?” and Nesta goes: „Oh thank god you’re alri- Wait a damn minute.” (And vice versa.) Same with Elain’s polite apology—Feyre forgives but secretly resents her for always getting a pass. Imagine it like this: “I want to help the refugees. They’ve suffered enough.” Feyre: “That’s rich.” Elain: “What was that?” Feyre: “Nothing.” In turn Elain resents Feyre for never being honest to her. Nesta, after years of coddling Elain, is stunned and angry when Elain „leaves“ her in her worst moments, leading to little fights similarly to the ones in ACOSF.

Basically, they hold a lot of resentment toward each other and are too proud to even acknowledge it, let alone communicate. Their perceptions of one another are shaped mainly by how their parents treated them individually. After Feyre develops an attitude from her time in the Spring Court, you should expect plenty of sharp words, reluctant care, constant bickering, and a whole lot of snark as they're forced to work together. It’s going to be emotional and fun 🤭.

As for your question about the bat boys:

The guys are the opposite. They didn’t let their parents' influence define their relationship, instead they found solace in each other. They aren’t really good at communicating, but when times get tough, they try to be there for each other.

With everything Cassian and Azriel endured as children, the closest to a guardian next to Rhys’s mother was his father (which was hell). Cassian was seen as a worthless orphan, barely acknowledged by the former High Lord, yet he became the most empathetic and competent in the inner circle. He’d hesitate to kill innocents directly, even if necessary. Ignorant at times when his family is rightfully criticized or insulted (Illyrians spitting on Rhys for abandoning them to Amarantha), but not truly morally gray. Meanwhile the little Shadowsinger, rare and powerful as they are, was expected to be a perfect weapon and therefor bore the brunt of the High Lord’s anger. Both of them are forever grateful to Rhys and his mother, but for Azriel that gratitude extends to Rhys himself. Azriel feels like he owes him his life for everything Rhys has done for him (like shielding him from his father’s tantrums) and so whatever Rhys commands, he does. No objections, no hesitation. A spy caught doing his job? Tortured until he talks, then slowly killed (even if it’s eating up his soul). He holds Rhys in the highest regard, while Cassian, though equally loyal, simply treasures the family he was given.

Neither of them care about the rest of the world and why should they? They all look down on them (rightfully so lol) and whatever happens outside of the Night Court is none of their business. As long as their court stands strong, they’re fine with this devious asshole chasing power and dooming others, at times even support it… that is until Rhys goes too far by choosing power over family, the one thing that Cassian and Azriel treasure the most in the world. That’s when a rift in their relationship happens.

I tried my best to answer your questions. There’s just soooo much to say, but I didn’t want this post to be too long.. It makes me so happy that people are already thinking about my acotar story 🥰

[dearwhs]

10 steps to NOT fall in love (100% works?) ✭ hts . . . 한동민

✪ genre: fluff, humor wc: 2k warnings: nothing!

♪ notes: I ENJOYED THIS ONE. WHAT DO WE THINKK? should i... pt..2...? also step 5 has gotta be my fav ><

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taesan doesn't like you... is what he would always say. after all, you're just his neighbor. so what if you accidentally spill drink on your shirt and he just happens to be considerate? not like he cares or anything. he's just trying his best to stop you from whining at your own mess—like how you just wore your favorite shirt and now it's completely ruined so he borrows you one of his shirts instead. that meant nothing, obviously.

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"just admit it. you're literally so obvious, dude." jaehyun snickers, watching taesan who's too busy pretending to mind his own business. jaehyun lets out a dramatic sigh as he flops down on the sofa behind taesan. he obviously wouldn't be stopping his blabbing anytime soon.

this was an everyday routine for taesan. he just ignores jaehyun as if he didn't exist—simply nothing more than just a puppy who acts like an annoying fly, buzzing in his ears.

jaehyun's words were nothing but harmless bullets for him because he knows to himself that he's not into you, he's sure of it.

it's not like his world revolves around you—he's literally your neighbor. it's not his fault he knows the exact face you make when you thought you've lost your key, the way your eyesbrows suddenly glue together, your eyes glaring at your very own bag, rummaging inside in frustration (which by the way, entertains taesan every single time it happens). or the way you'd come out at 7pm everyday with tons of cat foods just to feed the stray cats waiting outside your door.

none of it meant anything, really.

dings. it's you, again—asking taesan to fix your broken sink for the 4th time this week. and of course, there goes myung jaehyun again, rambling how taesan instantly closed the book he was holding, which he was barely reading in the first place—he just used it to be a somewhat distraction to shoo away jaehyun's voice.

jaehyun couldn't hold himself as a soft chuckle escapes his mouth, he finds taesan amusing because his words does NOT match his actions at all. "dude, do you even realize how niché your behavior is right now? YOU DON'T EVEN FIX MY TOILET WHEN I CLOG IT!" taesan couldn't help but to roll his eyes at jaehyun, followed by a small tsk. "a sink is different from a toilet, jaehyun. it's different." he said as he ran off as fast as he could to escape jaehyun's rambling again.

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taesan comes back to jaehyun creepily smiling at him, what's up with this guy...?

"sooo, how's your sink date with y/n?" he's already bothering him. he didn't even give taesan a second— no, a millisecond to put down his bag.

jaehyun walks towards him, his arms leaning on an invisible block, even his hands placed on his chin out in the air. he's here to sip some tea. "so, why did you drop on her place? :3" taesan wanted to argue, but jaehyun's right... right..? no. taesan hesitates. he did drop by your place because he feared you'd flood your entire apartment and stay on his instead– totally!

and just like that, jaehyun was sold—that you like her. a grin stuck on his face, obviously enjoying taesan's reaction, his pride hated it. that's when his mouth fought for him... "fine, i'll prove it." ...jaehyun just snorted at him, "prove what??"

"that i don't like yn." — and just like that, taesan's 10 steps to NOT be in love was birthed and was ready to be put on action. oh he cannot wait to rub it on jaehyun's face once he proves himself right. oh, just you wait, myung jaehyun. just you wait.

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TAESAN'S 10 STEPS TO NOT BE IN LOVE

STEP 1: avoid you

– avoiding you? that's easy work. he always do that to people in uni. how hard can it be to avoid you?

– except you literally live right next door. right as you two meet outside the apartment, you simply wave at him, and before he could even process it, his arms automatically wave back. just a guy waving with the most blankest expression ever—his face wasn't prepared but his hands were. (STEP 1: FAILED)

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STEP 2: continue being the mean guy he is

– okay, easy—again, that's in his nature. sure it's impossible to avoid you, but being mean to you? that's doable.

– both of you are waiting at the bus stop, you tapped him—showcasing the keychain you made... "so, what do you think? i made it by myself!" he... he couldn't release his inner mean-ness for some reason, "yeah, it's nice." (STEP 2: ANOTHER FAIL)

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STEP 3: ignore your texts (easy!)

– how easy can it be for taesan to ignore your texts? easy... again... right? right...! he can just turn off his phone and go on with his day.

– his phone dings, he clears his throat, excusing himself, "oh, maybe jaehyun messaged me, that guy... definitely.." nope, it was from you. he swipes up on the notification, barely reading your message—not until his eyes catches on the words "taesan, can you help me–" nope, he won't fail step 3 that easily. well, not until he looked outside the window to see you struggling. next thing you know, he's right beside you as he helps you carry your groceries inside. (STEP 3: passed? i mean he didn't reply to you... nope. FAILED! - according to jaehyun)

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STEP 4: no more favors (sorry yn)

– you can manage... jaehyun said so. as for taesan? he's not so sure. you're literally the fairy godmother for yn. will this be possible?

– jaehyun, taesan, and riwoo's playing games—someone knocks on the door, and you guessed it. it's yn. "can you fix my sink...? i swear–" controller down, tools up. the two guys stared at him... weren't we playing games... and just like that, taesan poofed again. "step 4 is another fail." jaehyun muttered to himself. "what the heck do you mean–" you don't have to know riwoo, you don't have to know. (STEP 4: F)

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STEP 5: encourage you to date! (jaehyun's idea)

– now this one is easy, just throw her men she can date. that totally proves he doesn't like you, right?

– okay, taesan's in the living room along with jaehyun, listing off guys you could possibly date. sungho - nah, he's a cleaning monster. yn's the complete opposite of him. he'd probably scare her. riwoo ‐ he's perfect! (in jaehyun's opinion!) nope, no. riwoo's too... funny. we don't wanna kill yn from laughing too much, right? right. leehan - an immediate no for taesan. he's too perfect for her, yup. woonhak - he's a baby. we don't wanna turn yn into a single mom juggling her uni duties while babysitting woonhak. (STEP 5: big fail. jaehyun died laughing at taesan)

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STEP 6: stop remembering things about her, even the tiniest bits (jaehyun's idea again. taesan disagrees)

– let's keep it simple. he just needs to refrain himself of constantly reminding you things that you always forget. except...

– you're in the campus sitting at the bench, reading your notes. taesan's coincidentally at the area minding his own business listening to music—he definitely doesn't see you right at the corner of his eyes using his peripheral vision. but he could tell you were stressed, maybe reviewing for another hell of a quiz your prof threw at you this week. and just like that, as you look at your watch, you're about to be late, which forced you to run off. yeah, except you forgot your phone. he knew you'd forget something, and there he was—outside your class handing out the phone you left. (STEP 6: sadly a fail)

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STEP 7: SOCIAL DISTANCING!

– how about we go old school? this should be easy, he had done this multiple times during the pandemic. it wouldn't be hard to keep his distance from you. he hoped.

– no matter how much gap he tries to put on you two, you always manage to close it. you see him walking? you'd call out his name and put on the brightest smile as you wave to him—of course, he'd nonchalantly wave back. you'd bump to him in the convenience store? seconds later—you two are walking home together. (STEP 7: embarassingly a fail)

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STEP 8: not your diary

– you're happy? you tell taesan. you're sad? you tell taesan. you're mad? you tell taesan. you tell taesan everything. he told you multiple times he's your neighbor, not your unicorn diary or whatever. he swore he wouldn't listen to your rants.

– had a stressful day? you sent a voice message to taesan—he didn't even listen to it. not until a few seconds later. now he's at your door, holding snacks to ease you up, mumbling "here, i hope it makes you feel better, i guess." (what step are we on.. oh! STEP 8: fail...)

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STEP 9: stop thinking about you

– ever since this plan started, you were all over his head more than ever. jaehyun suggested this step as a "cleansing method," a way to get you out of taesan's head.

– okay, this should be easy. he just needs to focus on his class, video games, jaehyun– jaehyun!? get out his head, please—literally anything but you (and jaehyun).

– except everything is suddenly all about you. the empty sit on the bus? that's the sit he saved for you. the plush he saw on the store? it's the same one you had. the music he's listening to right now? that's your favorite song—he groans, bumping his head on the table, this is hard. his phone lights up, of course, it's you. "taesan, have you eaten yet?" okay, maybe one reply wouldn't hurt. (STEP 9: it's pretty obvious)

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STEP 10: he's not in love with you

– at this point, this was the ultimate test. he just had to wake up and feel... nothing. he knew this step would be the easiest. he wins, jaehyun loses.

– "you lose." jaehyun snickers at him, annoying the heck out of taesan by doing his silly victory dance. taesan just sits there, arms crossed. he... lost? pfft, no way. jaehyun on the other hand was dripping in amusement, "10 steps? it seemed like 10 steps to prove you like yn." he says, bursting out laughing.

– he didn't even mean to look outside his window but he saw you—why were you wearing a beautiful pink sundress? it's literally so cold right now. your face couldn't even hide how cold your body was, the way you were shivering, it worried taesan. and in a matter of seconds, taesan's already outside along with his jacket wrapped around his arms, right in front of you. "here, just take it." with a surprisingly soft voice, he couldn't help but to wrap the jacket on you, his face inches away from yours—that did something to taesan's stomach. his heart started beating fast, badum badum why was it doing that??

– as for you, the moment felt different with taesan. usually, these type of things meant nothing, but for some reason, seeing his face up close, you could see the details on his expression, the way his face eyebrows furrowed—his face genuinely concerned for you. it made you wonder, was han taesan always like this?

– the moment freezed for the both of you, eyes locked onto each other—only to be stopped by jaehyun creeping up behind taesan, taking him away. you just laughed at the situation, but is it weird to say you were disappointed you didn't get to spend much time with him at the moment?

– as for taesan, jaehyun's clinging on his shoulders obviously he's got something to say, "you like yn, huh?" and for the first time, that made taesan smile crazy, though he did push jaehyun away right after for ruining his moment with you. (STEP 10: failed. but who cares?) "what about 10 steps of confessing to yn now?" mhm, taesan locked jaehyun outside.

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if you liked this, a like, reblog, or comment is highly appreciated, thank you! ><

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[emeraldmabel]

Kiss me like John Corbett

This is pure, self indulgent fluff.

Nanami x reader

And yeah, I know I'm old! I don't care. My Big Fat Greek Wedding is a great fucking movie and you should all watch it!

"I want you to kiss me like Ian kisses Toula in the car while they are dating in secret."

"What?"

You and Nanami had only been dating for a couple months and you were enjoying a lazy winter afternoon cuddled up on his couch. You were both reading books when you suddenly said to him, "I want you to kiss me like Ian kisses Toula in the car."

Nanami sets his book down to look at you. "Yes, I heard you the first time, dear, but I don't understand who these people are or why you want me to kiss you like another man."

You jump up on your knees, delighted to tell Nanami all about one of your favorite movies. "Oh, Kento! They are characters in a movie! Haven't you seen My Big Fat Greek Wedding?"

"No, I can't say that I have. Tell me about it."

"Well, it's about a woman, Toula, who's family is Greek. She is single and her family just want her to get married." You continue to describe the plot of the movie as Nanami patiently listens.

Smiling at you sweetly, enjoying your excitement, Nanami asks, "I meant, can you tell me about the kiss?"

"Oh, yeah! Toula has curly, fluffy hair, like me, and Ian holds her head and he, like, smooshes around her hair when they kiss."

"You want me to smoosh around your hair while I kiss you?" Nanami tilts his head to the side in confusion, trying to picture what you are asking of him.

"Umm, I guess it's hard to explain. How about we watch the movie instead?" You jump up excitedly and grab his laptop.

Nanami chuckles at your enthusiasm. "I've never seen you like this before. Not even when you got the last loaf of your favorite seasonal bread at the bakery."

"You don't even know how much I love rom-coms! They are my absolute favorite," you say as you busily type away on his laptop, signing into your streaming account.

Looking over at him, you have a huge smile on your face. Nanami's heart melts. He knows, at that moment, that he would do anything you asked of him, even watch an old, cheesy romantic comedy.

"Do you have any popcorn, Kento?"

"Let me go check, dear."

Nanami comes back shortly with a big bowl of popcorn and sits down next to you on the couch. "Are you ready?"

You looked at him with delight and anticipation plainly written across your face. Nanami tries not to look too worried about what he is getting himself into. "As I will ever be," he responds.

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"So they are Greek, but they live in America?"

"Yup!"

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"Wait, did that man just spray Windex on his hand?"

You laugh. "Yup!"

"Why?"

You laugh again. "I don't know."

Nanami turns his head in confusion again as he contemplates what he is watching. "This film is confusing," he concludes.

"She is setting the scene. Explaining her world. Just roll with it."

He sighs, shaking his head in defeat. "Okay. I will try."

"Thank you, Kento! I promise that it is so good."

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"Why do they talk about her like she is so pitiful? 30 isn't old."

You give him a questioning side glance. "Are you only saying that because I'm 30? Trying to butter me up so you can get some later?"

Nanami blushes. "I- I-," he stammers, and you just laugh.

"It's so fun to tease you." You kiss his cheek and snuggle into his arm.

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"Why is she hiding from that man with the long hair?"

"Because she thinks he is attractive."

"If she is attracted to him, why doesn't she just talk to him?"

"As the world's most attractive man, you clearly don't understand what it is like to feel self-conscious. Just watch the movie."

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"Oh! So that's Ian?"

"Yup!"

Nanami looks at you and asks carefully, "Do you... think... he is attractive?"

You shrug. "I mean, yeah. He is tall and good looking and he is such a nice guy."

"Hmm." Nanami hangs his head a bit, getting a sad puppy look on his face.

"Are you jealous?"

"I think this is that self-conscious thing you were talking about."

You laugh a little. "Aww, Ken. You are so cute! Ian is fictional, and I'm pretty sure John Corbet is married. Besides, I'm here with you, and that is exactly where I want to be right now. You have absolutely nothing to worry about."

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"Is this that part?"

"Yeah, it's a montage."

"Oh! This one, where he is getting his hands on her hair."

"Yes! How he holds her head."

"I don't get it, but of course I will do that."

"You are so wonderful to me, Kento." You smile at him so sweetly, kissing his cheek again.

"So... do you want to do it now, or..." He looks at you expectantly, reaching towards you.

You swat at him, "Later! I want to watch the movie."

[dumbgoondog]

Hi there! I was thinking of a weird scenario

How do you think the jjk men would react to their darling getting slapped by another man in front of them?? Like their darling got in a fight with someone and then boom they get hit in the face💀💀

Take Out Take Down(Part 1)

Cw/Tw - non specific discrimination, Violence, blood, and gore(Geto)

Ft. Gojo, Geto, Nanami, and Toji

GN!Reader, Short fic style, dating for about 5-6 months, reader isn’t helpless/it’s not specified, the first few paragraphs are the build up and context for everything else. Next up - Sukuna, Mahito, Choso, and Kenjaku

What was supposed to be a quick pick up was now an awful argument between you and whoever this guy was. You’d ordered food for pick up, coming from after some shopping with your man, he was waiting out front but here you were. The bag of getting cold food, blocked, by this Neanderthal of a man.

Why you might ask, why the hell was he blocking you? Because there’s no way this was your order, that’s clearly not your name either, and that’s too much food for someone like you. Was he fat shaming, assuming you’re poor, all of the above?

Then this guy has the audacity to after making his points continuously interrupt you every time you tried to say anything. “That’s my boyfriend’s na-“ and he starts talking about how this place doesn’t even have good food that it’s just full of posers who can’t appreciate real Japanese food. It takes everything in you to not laugh at that, because what the absolute fuck is he going on about?

So instead while he’s busy, yappin, you lean to reach around him for the bag. Besides your lover was probably getting curious what was taking so long and might come in! Rather than wanting a big fiasco in public you just grab it and are about to turn to go when.

SMACK.

SATORU GOJO

Your passenger Princess was wondering, what had to be taking so long? The app said it was ready for pickup, you’d been in there for almost 10 minutes now too! He’d already gone through the glove box and console so now with nothing else, Gojo would come wait with you!

He was half expecting that when he pushed those doors open you’d bump into him with the food, but not you having just been cracked across the face falling into a nearby table. His cursed energy cracked and spit like hot oil as he rushed to lift you up, your lip busted and nose bleeding. You’re pulled into his strong arms still having to blink coming back from shock.

Gojo on the other hand looks to the guy, takes his phone out and takes his photo. Dave or whatever his name is, tries to puff up his chest to not seem intimidated. Gojo however is just smiling, and tucks his phone away after snapping the pic with a laugh, “Dang, our food is all over the floor, guess I’ll order us some more yeah lovely? I’ll get your favorite!”

Dave scoffs, crossing his arms, and kicks one of the spilled boxes of food, “you must be the supposed boyfriend huh? Honestly really disgusting what this world is coming to, look at you two! Also you can’t take my photo without my consent that’s ille-“

“Zip it. You’re lucky I’m not handling you myself,” Gojo says, his voice smooth and even, “go ahead though, tell me how a photo is illegal versus you harassing and hitting someone.”

You look between the two swallowing, a hand touching at your tender lip and nose feeling the warm blood on your face. Gojo looks down to you with such a sorry look, you knew he’d be blaming himself for this for a while. Dave however doesn’t seem to know when to quit cause he starts marching forward to stick a hand to gojo’s chest- caught by infinity.

Gojo sighs, looking to the other man who’s so surprised his hand isn’t moving and his lip twitches annoyed. Then, Gojo starts walking forward, infinity pushing Dave back and holding him to the wall. Gojo keeps walking forward the pressure crushing Dave against the wall more and more, broken wheezes coming from his blubbering mouth.

“I like to think I’m pretty fair! I gave you a chance to run, told you off, and am letting the proper people handle you. All of this because they wanted to grab our food.” Gojo gives a laugh shaking his head brushing a hand through those beautiful white locks, “C’mmoooooon you’re not even worth my breath! What, you visiting to see a maid cafe? To go hound on Japanese teen girls like in your hentai? Get a life or die.”

Almost in a flash The world is squishing with reality bending, morphing like those bad Ai generated videos. Then you’re outside the doors to Gojo’s apartment, and he’s still carrying you. He looks down with such a big sad puppy dog look and starts kissing you all over whining, “my baaabbbyyyyy! Oohhh I’m so so sorryyy!!!! I promise that won’t ever happen again!”

SUGURU GETO

You know he doesn’t like leaving you alone where there are monkeys. You know he doesn’t like being left alone where there are monkeys. He’s a patient man, very patient, but only to a degree.

He moves pushes open the doors watching the initial crack to your face and then you start to fall. He’s there in an instant catching you, pulling you to him chest an arm wrapping around and hiding the offending man. He’s gently cupping your cheek offering such a sweet smile when the horrid sounds begin.

A sickening crunch, the scuttling of chitin against the floor and other surfaces, something like crunching into a juicy watermelon- the scream. Geto lifts you up, keeping an arm in way of your view of what was happening as he softly smiles asking, “My love, let’s just have Miguel or Larou make something hmm? Miguel just got an order in to make some ugali and beef wet fry. Then Larou is always looking to cook for us.”

You can see the blood starting to pool towards Geto’s feet, and a hand clawing at the tiles. The horrified shriek of the woman behind the counter as she runs into the back again, and the pained groans of the man. You felt sick to your stomach, your face hurts, but Geto still tried to hide the sight of his curses devouring the man.

You curl into his arms and he sighs rubbing your back kissing the top of your head, “There there, let’s get your face cleaned up hmm? Lover, I’m so sorry this happened to you.”

You both begin to move out, backs to the horror behind. You swallow, trying to calm yourself, you’ve seen the horror of being a sorcerer but still it gets you sometimes. Geto always is so sweet, you often forget that in the end he’s considered the worst jujustu terrorist for a reason…

KENTO NANAMI

He’s patient, calm, collected, and- okay he’s worried. Maybe he doesn’t show it often but he’s a bit clingy so when what should’ve been 5 minutes at most turned into a full 10 minutes he’s up.

He’s in that door looking like he’s not worried at all but the moment he sees you trying to catch yourself on the table after being hit? Another resounding CRACK with clattering echos in the restaurant. You jolt and jump up looking around just to see Nanami rolling his wrist and flexing his hand with a huff.

The guy who’d hit you, was now over the cashier counter knocked into the cups that were stacked by the coffee pots. Cups have fallen everywhere and he’s got a busted lip that’s already swollen and bruising hard. Nanami only has slightly red knuckles, he’s crouching, kneeling to you like a prince offering his hand, “Lover of mine, come here. We’re going to mine and I’m running you a bath. I’ll see if Shoko is available to heal you.”

You smile and take his hand, he’s pulling out a handkerchief and wiping at your face with such tenderness and concern. The guy behind the counter is fully knocked out, and girl working the register has no clue what to do other than sigh with defeat and grab a broom. Once standing Nanami takes out his wallet laying down a wad of bills apologizing, “sorry to have caused such a mess, I’m glad you’re alright miss.” With that you two leave.

TOJI FUSHIGURO

Toji is happy to wait in the car, have the hot food brought to him to be sat in his lap so he could snack on it as you drove them back to your place. Except, where were you, and where was the food? He wasn’t particularly paying attention to how long you’d taken but whatever.

He’s pulled down the mirror to pick at something in his teeth, when you open the door. “Heya babe, what took-“ he cuts himself off his brows pulling down when he sees the busted lip, the tears in your puffy eyes. He clicks his tongue and opens the door starting to get out, “one sec, be right back.”

His slippers slap against the pavement as he comes into the shop eyes lazily looking over the food scattered on the floor and the man who’d hit you talking off the ear of the girl behind the counter about how people can be so disrespectful these days to “culture”. He nods to himself looking about and walks slow to stand behind the guy, the girl’s eyes bugging out of her head seeing Toji and he gives her a charming smile. He leans forward putting a hand on the counter blocking on of the guys exits and starts to speak, “damn bud, you love hearin yourself talk huh? Hey sweetheart, this guy jus hit someone?”

The girl stutters while the guy turns around trying to shove Toji off and miserably failing. He’s just got his hands squeezing and shoving against Toji’s fat tits. Toji doesn’t even acknowledge him, still looking at the girl who finally nods.

“Aye atta girl, all I needed to know!” One swift motion, a crunch, a pathetic scream. You stare at the door hearing the scream only to see Toji walking out with a messy bag, he’s smiling at you so proud of himself. You sigh and start the car knowing you better get driving quick, he probably made that guy eat shit…