#hes just....... so shaped..... hes just a guy........

[myaquarianconfessional]

Knew a guy that LOVED animals, loved them so much he would do tours of different cities pet stores and shelters just to be able to see more dogs and cats. But could not adopt a pet, no matter how much he loved them, because he lived in a studio apartment and he didn't think he could handle only changing clothes in the bathroom. Could not in any way shape or form handle the thought of his pet seeing him naked, ever.

Why are you pantsless around your cat? That seems really weird to me

Like I don’t mean to shock you so maybe sit down but my cat is rawdogging his whole little life dickballs naked, so

[player042]

A NIGHT FORGOTTEN | kang dae-ho.

pairing: kang dae-ho (player 388) x reader

summary: the aftermath of a one-night stand with a beautiful stranger (who just so happens to be kang dae-ho but shhh). or, as you’ll soon realize, a very different kind of walk of shame home.

warning: one night stand, alcohol, sexual but not explicit content, mention of debt and financial stress, emotional distress, slight hwang jun-ho cameo.

word count: 3k

You woke to the soft hum of a city not yet fully awake. For what felt like an eternity, you lay frozen, staring into the darkness, unable to move. Slowly, the world began to take shape around you, faint colors and forms bleeding into the void. A strange, droning hum filled your head, loud and unrelenting, like the wail of a distant siren. It took another long, grueling moment before you began to piece together your surroundings.

The sheets beneath you were cool, crisp, and smelled faintly of detergent mixed with something distinctly masculine, cedarwood, maybe. For a brief, disorienting moment, you thought you were dreaming, but right then, a chill crept down your spine, raising the hairs on the back of your neck. The slow, sinking realization set in: this wasn't your bed. And then you felt it, a warm breath against your skin, followed by the unmistakable sensation of a body pressed against yours from behind. Your breathing quickened instantly, tripling in pace as an icy shiver raced down your back.

Someone… was in your bed. Or rather, you were in someone's bed.

Stay calm, stay calm, stay calm, you told yourself, clinging to the thought that it could be one of your friends you stayed over. But the moment you realized that the body pressed against you felt distinctly naked, you bolted upright, spinning around to face the sleeping figure beside you.

Your jaw dropped, and your mouth went dry, as though you hadn't had a sip of water in days.

There was a man with you in bed. A very attractive, very naked, and most alarmingly, very unfamiliar man. 

Your eyes stayed fixed on him, panic clawing at your chest as you fought the overwhelming urge to scream. Who was this guy, for crying out loud? You couldn't remember a single thing about him, let alone going home with him, you'd never— 

Oh. 

Oh. 

You blinked as bits and snippets of your memories flashed before your eyes all at once as if waiting for your realization, as if your head wasn't already pounding slightly from the drinks you'd downed the night before. A dimly lit bar, the faint bass of the music, the way laughter had bubbled out of you in ways it hadn't in months. And then... him.

Your stomach flipped as the memories sharpened. His warm smile, the effortless charm in the way he'd leaned toward you, his words like a gentle pull. The way his voice had dipped, low and rough, as he murmured things that still made your stomach flutter. The way his dark eyes had pinned you in place, gleaming with something between lust, mischief, and desire, as if he knew exactly how to unravel you. Or the faint trace of stubble that had scraped against your inner thigh. And then his hands, oh, God, his hands, on your waist, on your skin, everywhere, guiding you and steadying you through the night, and—

Your breath hitched. You didn't even know his name.

Panicking slightly, you turned your head, taking in more of the room. It was small but tidy, with just enough personality to feel lived-in, an open laptop on a desk, a gym bag slouched against the corner, a few books stacked haphazardly on a nightstand.

Your hand searched blindly for the edge of the blanket, and you managed to push it aside. But when you tried to lift yourself from the mattress, your body refused. It felt as if you were made of lead, every muscle bound tight, the room spinning around you.

After a few careful breaths, you tried again and, this time, managed to sit up. You winced as the motion sent a dull throb through your temples. Your clothes were folded neatly on the chair by the window, and for a moment, you wondered if you'd done that yourself or if he had. Either way, you needed to get out of here before he woke up.

Sliding out of bed as quietly as you could, you wanted to gather your things. Your body felt alien to you, unsteady and unfamiliar. Your knees trembled as you groped your way through the room, pausing only when you couldn't find your bag. A quick glance around confirmed it wasn't there, and you cursed under your breath. You'd deal with it later. Right now, you needed to leave.

Your gaze flicked back to him, despite yourself. He lay sprawled on his stomach, the blanket twisted around his hips, his bare back rising and falling with deep, even breaths. How could someone look so completely at ease, so maddeningly perfect, even now? His hair was a mess, his breathing slow, his entire body radiating the kind of relaxed confidence that had drawn you to him in the first place. You could still hear his laugh echoing in your mind, soft and teasing as he'd leaned in close to whisper something you couldn't even remember anymore; because the heat in his gaze had consumed everything else.

"Didn't think I'd find a babycat in a place like this."

You turned, raising an eyebrow at the man leaning casually against the bar beside you. His smile was lazy, confident, as if he'd already won a game you didn't even know you were playing. Dark eyes glinted under the dim lights, and his tousled hair framed his face in a way that felt infuriatingly perfect.

"Babycat?" you echoed flatly, unimpressed. "That's the best you've got?"

He chuckled, the sound low and warm, like he wasn't fazed by your deadpan response. "What, you don't like it?"

"It's dumb," you shot back, but the corner of your mouth betrayed you, twitching upward just slightly.

"Nah," he grinned, leaning in a little closer, his voice dropping just enough to make your skin prickle. "You're just not used to people seeing through that tough act."

You opened your mouth to retort, but the words caught in your throat. Because damn it, there was something about him, the way he looked at you like he wasn't afraid of the walls you'd built. Like he knew exactly how to slip through the cracks.

"What makes you think it's an act?" you challenged, lifting your glass to mask the sudden heat in your cheeks.

He shrugged, that same infuriating grin playing on his lips. "Because you're still talking to me."

You shook your head, trying to shake away the memory. You couldn't let yourself dwell on this. It had been a moment, a single lapse in judgment. That was all.

His face was turned away from you as he lay there on his bed, sleeping peacefully, but you didn't need to see it to remember how he'd smiled at you, his dark eyes twinkling with amusement. The memory alone was enough to make your cheeks burn again, but worse was the way your body betrayed you, the dull ache of satisfaction mingling with a longing you didn't want to acknowledge. You pressed your thighs together, glancing away from the sight of him.

"Dance with me, babycat."

You should've said no. You were good at saying no. But something in the way he looked at you, like you were the only person in the room, made your heart stutter. So, against your better judgment, you set your glass down and slipped your hand into his.

The second he pulled you onto the dance floor, the world seemed to blur at the edges. The music thudded in your chest, but all you could focus on was the way his hands found your waist, the heat of his body pressing against yours as you moved in sync with the rhythm. The music was fast, but every brush of his fingers against your skin felt deliberate, sending sparks through you in ways you hadn't expected.

You weren't sure when the teasing stopped and the tension started to simmer, but suddenly his lips were just a breath away from yours, his dark eyes searching your face like he was waiting for permission.

"Still think it's dumb?" he murmured, his voice barely audible over the music.

"Absolutely," you whispered back, but your hands tightened around his shirt, pulling him closer.

You needed to leave before the rest of your memories came flooding back.

The apartment door clicked shut behind you, and you exhaled, the cool morning air hitting your face as you stepped outside, a sharp contrast to the heat of his room that still lingered on your skin. It was early, too early. Probably just before sunrise, the sky was still painted in deep navy hues, with the faintest hint of orange creeping along the horizon. The city felt eerily still at this hour, too early for the morning rush and too late for anyone sober to still be out.

You wrapped your arms around yourself, the chill biting at your bare legs. You cursed yourself silently. Your phone was dead, your bag was missing, you had no money, and the nearest subway station wouldn't open for another hour. Perfect.

Your feet ached in your heels as you walked briskly down the quiet street, arms crossed tightly over your chest, walking toward the nearest subway station to check if it was open yet. The nightlife had left its mark on the streets: empty soju bottles, cigarette butts, and the occasional drunk still stumbling home. You were hoping to blend into the background, just another ghost of the night, but your attire, and your circumstances, made that impossible. Honestly, you just wanted to disappear. To get home without drawing attention, without facing anyone who might give you a second glance. The events of the night before involuntarily replayed in your mind, and you shook your head, half-amused, half-mortified. What the hell had you been thinking? You didn't even do one-night stands. And yet…

You felt your cheeks heat at the memory of how he'd whispered "You can take more, can't you? Just one more, for me" against the shell of your ear, and how you'd answered with a breathless, trembling "Yes." God, you'd barely recognized yourself. You'd never thought you were capable of surrendering to someone like that; completely, shamelessly, and without reservation. But with him, it had felt... easy. Natural. Like he'd peeled away every layer of resistance until you were bare in every sense of the word.

"Look at me," his voice was low, commanding but not harsh, a gentle tug that drew your gaze back to him. His dark eyes burned with desire, and it made your pulse race in a way you couldn't control. "I want to see your face."

You tried to hold his gaze, but the way his hand slid down your waist, his fingertips pressing into your skin as he moved against you, made your head tilt back instead, a soft whimper escaping your lips.

"Don't look away," he murmured, leaning in to press his lips to your neck, "I want to see everything."

"You're-" Your voice broke as a sharp wave of pleasure rippled through you, your nails digging into his shoulders. "You're so... good at this."

He chuckled, the sound low and gravelly, his breath warm against your ear. "Good? Just good? Come on, beautiful, I think I deserve better than that."

Your thoughts were interrupted abruptly by the screech of tires, followed by the blare of a horn. You froze mid-step, headlights blinding you as a sleek black car screeched to a halt just inches from where you stood.

"Are you insane?!" the driver yelled out the window, his face red and voice slurred. "Watch where you're going!"

You stumbled back onto the curb, your heart racing as the car sped off. The adrenaline left your knees weak, and you pressed a hand to your chest, trying to steady your breathing. You barely had time to collect yourself before you heard a voice behind you.

"Close call."

You turned to see two traffic police officers standing near a parked patrol car. The older one leaned casually against the door, his dark eyes fixed on you with an unreadable expression. He was sharp-featured, with an air of quiet authority that seemed to keep his younger colleague in check. The younger officer stood a step behind him, his posture slightly awkward, his gaze darting between you and the empty street.

"You alright, miss?" the younger one asked, his voice kind but hesitant.

"I'm fine," you replied curtly, brushing invisible dust off your dress. "Just need to get home."

The older officer didn't say anything, but his eyes lingered on you, assessing. It made your skin prickle, though not in an overtly threatening way. He tilted his head slightly, as if trying to figure you out, and his silence felt heavier than any words could.

The younger officer stepped forward cautiously, his expression softening as he glanced at your bare legs and disheveled hair. "The subways don't run this early," he said gently. "Do you live nearby?"

"Not far," you lied, tightening your arms around yourself. The way they were looking at you, with a mix of concern and curiosity, made you feel exposed in more ways than one. You glanced at your reflection in a nearby shop window and winced suddenly hyperaware of your look. With your short dress, smudged makeup, and bare legs, you looked every bit like someone staggering home after a questionable night. And in a way, that wasn't far from the truth. You could feel their judgment, or at least you thought you could. Hooker. It was written all over their faces, even if they didn't say it aloud.

The younger officer hesitated, looking over his shoulder at the older one, who remained quiet. "Maybe we could give you a ride? It's really not safe to be out here alone."

You stiffened, your instinct to reject any offer immediately kicking in. "No, thank you," you said, your tone clipped. "I'll manage."

"It's not a bad idea," the older officer said, finally breaking his silence. His voice was calm, steady, but it carried an authority that made you pause. He gestured vaguely toward the empty street. "There aren't a lot of people around right now. Better to be safe."

His words weren't unkind, but there was a weight to them that made your stomach twist. He wasn't trying to convince you, not really. He was just stating a fact, one you couldn't ignore. You looked between the two of them, the younger one's earnest concern clashing with the older one's quiet detachment.

"You're not going to arrest me, are you?" you asked, half-joking but fully defensive.

The younger officer's eyes widened, his face flushing with embarrassment. "No, of course not! We just-"

"She doesn't want to take the ride," the older officer cut him off smoothly, pushing off the car door and stepping closer. His gaze met yours briefly, piercing and unreadable, before he turned back to his colleague. "Let's not make her uncomfortable."

You felt a pang of guilt, though you weren't sure why. He had given you an out, but there was something in his tone that made you feel foolish for rejecting their help. You glanced down the street, the thought of walking alone in the dark suddenly far less appealing.

With a resigned sigh, you relented. "Fine. I accept the offer. But no detours."

The younger officer broke into a relieved smile, nodding eagerly. "Of course! Just hop in, miss."

The older one didn't say anything as he opened the car door for you, his movements efficient but unhurried. You got a glance of his name tag then, Hwang Jun-ho, before you slid into the backseat, the leather cool against your skin. You tried to ignore the way your reflection in the rearview mirror made you cringe. The car smelled faintly of coffee and leather, and as the younger officer started the engine, you caught a glimpse of the older officer glancing at you in the mirror.

"What's your name?" the younger officer asked as they pulled onto the street.

You hesitated for a moment before answering, keeping your tone neutral. "Does it matter?"

"Just making conversation," he replied, his smile faltering slightly.

You leaned back in the seat, watching the city lights blur past. "Thanks for the ride," you muttered after a beat of silence, your voice barely above a whisper.

The older officer's gaze flickered toward the mirror again, but he didn't respond. The quiet tension in the car was palpable, stretching thin but never breaking. When they finally pulled up to your building, you felt an overwhelming sense of relief.

"Stay safe," the younger officer said, his tone bright but sincere as you stepped out of the car.

The older officer nodded once, his expression still unreadable. "Goodnight."

You watched them drive off, the taillights disappearing into the early morning haze. There was something about the older officer, officer Hwang Jun-ho, that lingered in your mind, but you pushed the thought aside as you climbed the stairs to your apartment, your body aching with exhaustion.

The sight that greeted you, once you opened the door, was painfully familiar: a sink full of dishes, a stack of unopened bills on the table, and the faint hum of the refrigerator struggling to stay alive. You were about to collapse onto the couch, too drained to even think about cleaning up, as your gaze fell onto your coffee table. A plain card with a circle, triangle, and square printed on the front was on it. 

Your stomach dropped as you picked it up, turning it over in your hands. You remembered. The man with the suit. It all came back and it felt like a fever dream. You remembered the day you had encountered him a few days ago. There was a number printed on the back of the card, nothing else. Your fingers trembled as you reached for your phone, plugging it into the charger and waiting impatiently for it to power on.

When it did, you dialed the number before you could change your mind. The line clicked, and a smooth voice answered.

"Would you like to participate in a game?"

a/n: sooooooo… would you? 🤭

[pricegouge]

the boys are all bush lovers of course but I’ve been having thoughts of what shapes theyd like if their partner chooses to shave

heart, landing strip, etc

I think it’d be really funny if Ghosts partner surprised him with the heart his response being along the lines of “you think you’re cute huh?”

-🫀

i personally hate a landing strip i'm so sorry. avoiding it like the plague here lol

i think gaz is a neat triangle kinda guy. values trimming more than shaving but also appreciates when the bikini area is waxed.

john likes full bush lbr but is the same about a proper pruning. will help whenever he feels like it, grumbling about proper maintenance all the while. he did have a partner one time who shaved it to look like a J though and he's been chasing that high ever since.

if you present soap with a heart he won't let you out of bed til it grows out.

you've tried to get ghosts attention so many times with escalatingly strange configurations but it doesn't stick until he pulls down your panties one day and is met with a vaguely oblong blob. "what the bloody hell is that?" he asks bluntly and you can only shrug, motion limited with the way he's pinned you, palm planted flat just beside your ear.

"it's a skull of course. thought you'd like it?"

he hides the huff that dies in his throat in a hum as his palm slides lower, thumb tracing on of the tiny, lopsided eye sockets. "better soldier than you are an artist," he critiques, but he hikes your hips higher, head tilting as he tries to make sense of the poorly defined shape. "you just give up on the jaw?"

"no," you sing, daring to pull him closer with a hand wrapped around the nape of his neck. his breath is warm where he's got his nose pressed to your mound, tracing the rough lower edge of your curls, where the rough shape of a maxilla frames your cunt. when you continue to pull at him his own jaw hinges wide, wet tongue soft and pliant against your cunt. "it's just busy"

[beatlblog]

#it looks like something out of a wes anderson film#he looks so lil (via @ringo-starrdust)

#everything about this video looks fake#and it’s magnificent (via @herefortheharrys)

#RINGOAL ‼️‼️‼️ (via @pondanimal)

#RINGER SO SILLY (via @georb)

#they didn’t wanna play with him i guess (via @beatlesmenrock)

#RINGO I WILL PLAY SOCCER WITH U HOLD ON#he's so Shapely in this photo (via @repressedgaymer)

#help I just scrolled back on this#why did I call it a video???#I mean I was right this whole image looks spliced together#but I’m not sure what came over me (via @herefortheharrys)

#this is like wildlife photography (via @jellogram)

#strange and mesmerising vibes here (via @gardenwalrus)

#looks like ringo is walking and someone photoshoped a ball in to make him look like hes kicking it. (via @yooloofamm)

#This looks so surreal. He looks tiny (via @scary-ivy)

#my touy (via @itsaboutnothing)

#da playyaaaa (via @doctorcurdlejr)

#he always looks so forlorn (via @fmoviesz)

#just out of shot: the other 3 Feuding (via @bunnywand)

and that's why he's forlorn just wanted a fun day out w his boy besties

#shutter speed#outdoor casual portrait (via @53rdcenturyhero)

#the large ball is resting on the ground to his left and he is just doing a little dance (via @stop-entropy-lie-down)

#it's cuz hes always on that damn ball (via @jerrydevine)

#who suggested this photoshoot (via @fintenciate)

#and why does he look like such a miserable little football boy (via @beat-blogging)

#he's having fun#the beatles#the beatle. just one (via @psygull)

#YEEEEEES#we all scream in unison (via @devilish-parrot)

he looks around slowly at the emptiness the scream is too loud for the silence

#normal day for ringo (via @yourfavoriteclown)

#my man always on a side quest (via @ensignbaby)

#he’s just a silly little guy#also the wes anderson energy of this photo is astronomical (via @gratefulnez)

#he looks like an ant (via @loadingmercurywithapitchfork)

Ringo Starr circa 1967

[hellsslibrary]

hi so ive been binging ur works lol I love that u write for blue lock and specifically the male reader !!! Sosoo I'd love to request a shidou x mean top male reader ? Like shidou keeps acting out so reader puts him in his place?

I do three things on purpose. I make you cut onions so I don't cry, I cling to you during horror movies because you get too focused, and I bend over in front of you during training because you're a dirty dog (real quotes from my husband as titles day one).

MASTERLIST is here.

#a.n. : You two humiliating a non-existent guy for the size of his dick........ Basic Tuesday for any gays, I guess.

!!Warnings: tom!dom!male!reader, sub!bottom! Shidou, overstimulation, time before the first selection, so you fuck in a room full of other people at night..... So, humiliation of a guy for a dick actually (not in his face tho), sex on a futon, Shidou without hair gel (I heard that someone didn't like Shidou without gel and cried hyperbolically), he calls you 'cupcake' one time.

One hundred and seven times.

You've thought about killing him so many times. Strangle him. Take his head off. Castrate him. Burn him. Drown him... Anything, really. Why is this idiot even more annoying than usual? Who knows. Well, obviously not you.

Your eyes watched him praise a player again. Of course, this is not surprising for him, he is very respectful to good players, but now? Fuck, this is out of bounds.

You can see perfectly well how his hands stay on this guy for too long. And the way his eyes look at you from time to time. It's been repeated too many times today.

Does he want you to crack? But no. He's going to do it today. And it won't just crack, it will come apart at the seams.

The sound of the futon moving can be heard in an almost empty room as your body bends over his, while his face is buried in the pillow, trying not to moan too loudly. Not that he cares about it, but you do very much.

"I'm s-sorry, cu-cupcake, please—!" he exhales raggedly, clutching at the thin fabric, trying with all his might to stabilize himself and his body from your obviously not gentle thrusts, which seemed to knock his soul out of him piece by piece.

A rhetorical question escapes your lips, and an almost animal grin appears on your lips, seeing his condition. "Now we're just barking, right? You forgot how to bite pretty quickly."

Shidou just whimpers, feeling his body twitching from your thrusts inside his sloppy hole. His curls are disheveled on the bed, and some are stuck to his cheeks or neck from sweat. He just couldn't look into your eyes as usual, knowing full well that he would break even more... He dug his own grave after all.

"That guy couldn't have brought you to this state, you know? He definitely has a dick smaller than my little finger," you reason, lowering one of your hands from his waist lower, feeling the muscles of his stomach tighten as you slide over them, reaching his v-shaped line, and then his crotch. "Don't you agree?"

"Fuck, yes! Def-definitely, yes... Probably th-the same size as an a-ant," Ryusei giggles, swallowing his saliva, arching his back harder, which makes you hiss, feeling like he's become a little tighter.

Although his giggles immediately fade away when you grab his overexcited, spent cock. You immediately slap the hand that's trying to stop you, grabbing his length, making him choke on his own sob.

Tears began to form in his eyes, lingering on his blond eyelashes, and then trickling down his cheeks. He couldn't take another round! He wanted to, but probably couldn't. You're huge, you tease him, you fuck him, you humiliate someone for the size of his dick... Did I mention that you're huge? Anyway, it's fucking Hell! He's a fucking puddle under you, even though he wanted to stay under you like that, because that's actually what he wanted.

Maybe you'd be more gentle if your count of murder methods stopped at about sixty.

"Still fucking want me like this, huh? How many times did you cum?" you ask rhetorically, realizing that he won't answer, just smiling, and then slapping his ass, which makes him squeak, and you enjoy his sounds, because you can't see almost anything.

"Don't worry, I'll do it over and over again until you don't even have the thought of leaving me anymore, do you understand?" Ryusei nodded, and his cock jerked in your grip, forcing you to enter him up to the hilt, and then pull your dick out of him, which immediately turns around to look at you. "Or maybe I need to make it so that you can't stand at all without help..."

Shido pales almost immediately, sensing the sincerity in your voice, and then moans too loudly when you thrust into him again. Your hand tangles in his hair, pressing his face back into the pillows so that he doesn't wake anyone up and so that he stops making silly excuses about how he wants you to pull out your dick.

He looked like a black hole right now, honestly. So he'd better not pretend to be a clogged pipe right now.

[prythiansprincess]

— best friend! enzo ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ | in which enzo will stop at nothing to make you his...

NAVIGATION // writing. best friend enzo. more enzo.

best friend! enzo — the guy best friend that every boyfriend worries about. the two of you are so close, practically attached at the hip, but you swear that nothing is going on between you two. you’re just really good friends; just friends. right? wrong. though he may look sweet and innocent, enzo is a master manipulator. he’ll lie, cheat, and steal to get the one thing that he wants most — you.

© prythiansprincess. all works belong to me and should not be reposted in any way, shape, or form.

[thinemoonshine]

⋆𐙚₊ 𝓹𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝓴𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲 ˚⊹♡

—⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ it’s not his fault. she left when they’re meant to be together. he just wants to keep their promise

good boy!jungwon x bad girl!reader content(s): angst, suggestive, jungwon fell hard and can’t get up at all, profanities, (y/n) is a teeny bit mean in a way where she’s selfish, jungwon is obsessed, won is described to be like a cat—highly jealous, sneaky and sly, toxic relationship type: oneshot

yang jungwon is like an affectionate cat. he loves nuzzling against (y/n) with arms curled around her and pawing whenever he wants attention or to get comfy. his favourite position is to have his face buried in the crook of her neck where her scent is the sweetest.

yang jungwon is like a clingy cat. he's always tailing after (y/n) whenever she's around and sits himself near her with doe eyes blinking prettily for her to notice and look. and when she does, you can almost hear him purr with delight as he grins with glee.

yang jungwon is like a jealous cat. he hates other men approaching his person. his round eyes will sharpen to blades and pierce anyone who dares approach (y/n). his hand will find home around her waist, hip or even shoulder just to show everyone she already has a pet. and if they still don't get it, he might just hiss.

yang jungwon is like a cat, through and through. and just like cats, he can be a teensy bit…cunning.

…

……

jungwon didn’t like what he saw.

his typically soft, playful eyes turned sharp and glaring at the scene he witnessed in front of him. even with the heavy rain that blurred his surroundings into splashes of colour and indistinguishable shapes, he could skillfully recognize (y/n) who was leaned against a lamp post with a man practically sucking her face off.

his hands traveled the surface of her clothes—clawing and pulling at the wet fabric—with the clear intent of wanting to just rip it off. thankfully, he still had some public decency and had left them on.

when they finally pulled away, jungwon’s seething breaths hitched momentarily at the sight of (y/n)’s radiant smile and it was as if she stood under a spotlight. with the moonlight that shone on her glistening skin and sparkling eyes, it pained him to see how gleeful she seemed to be with another beside him.

and he hated it. with all his heart and being.

his knuckles turned as white as a sheet as his fingers tightened around his now dripping wet phone with a screen flashing a bright blue dot on a map that marked (y/n)’s location.

so…this is why she hadn’t answered his texts.

no matter. just like the other boys she fooled around with, he’ll just be another toy she’ll cast aside.

—

that was a week ago and now, jungwon’s enjoying his little ‘won and (y/n)’ saturday sleepover with his head on her lap, her playing with his fluffy blonde hair while they’re both watching the show playing on TV.

it’s peaceful and lighthearted until the girl sharply clicks her tongue—grabbing the attention of the young man on her lap. he flips onto his back to look up at her who’s scowling at her phone.

“what’s up?” he asks, blinking with wide curious eyes.

the girl sighs before throwing her gadget aside. “just another guy who bailed. seriously, what is it these days? all the guys i reach out to always agree at first but then after we confirm the plans, they suddenly ‘can’t make it’ because of some sh!tyy excuse or whatever.”

she groans and lets her head fall back against the couch, her hand also dropping from his fluffy locks. “it’s been so long since i got laid. am i not pretty enough or something?”

jungwon gasps at that, more offended than she is and he quickly clasps her hand in his. “you’re the prettiest, (y/n). the most beautiful person i know inside and out. they’re the ones who are jerks.”

(y/n) chuckles at this and looks down at him who’s smiling up at her almost expectantly, as if hoping for validation or praise. she shakes her head with endearment before using her other hand to brush his bangs back. “but of course, you’d say that, wonnie.”

“i mean it, though,” he claims and he does—with his whole chest and existence. “you’re so breathtaking that i forget to even breathe sometimes. not that i need to.”

“yeah? why’s that?”

“all i need is you~” jungwon sings with his lips puckering exaggeratedly to elongate the ‘you.’

the other scoffs instantly at that and pushes his face away before immediately pulling back with a screech when she feels something wet and warm slide against her palm.

“yang jungwon! did you lick me??” she exclaims, flabbergasted, and yet the other only giggles playfully with a wiggle of his brows as he sits up.

“your hand lotion smells sweet,” he reasons and her brows jump with disbelief.

with a scrunched face, she dries her wet hand on his sleeve with a rough swipe. “it doesn’t mean it’ll taste nice!”

jungwon disagrees though. and he’s not afraid to show that by tilting his head with a frown of disagreement. “you always taste nice.”

(y/n)’s opportunity to retort is stripped away by him whose face is suddenly inches away from her as his eyes flicker between hers before zoning down at her mouth.

her breaths hitch when his own fans her lips and his tongue darts out to flick at the rosy nubs. “jungwon—”

“kiss?” he hums quietly and at the sight of it still closed tight, he draws closer with a little huff while his hand gently paws at her lap. “please? won wants kiss…”

(y/n) can feel her resolve shattering at his small pleas and she parts her lips to which he instantly dives into.

he doesn’t spare a second to practically feast on her in a messy choreography—tongues tangling, breaths blending and saliva stringing—and the intensity of it all shocks her, especially so when he straddles her.

thinking back, all of this started a week ago. she’s not sure what exactly sparked it but long story short, (y/n)’s apartment door had been rung incessantly and the moment she peeked through the eyehole, she was overrun with both worry and horror at the sight of a completely soaked jungwon standing outside her door.

various questions filled her head. what was he doing out in the rain nearing midnight? why was he at her door?

sure, she too herself had just come home an hour ago after a hooking up with some guy but that was her. a norm. jungwon? goody-two-shoes jungwon to be out of bed, out in the rain, soaked head-to-toe and not to mention, drunk??

something was definitely up. and that very same time was when jungwon started asking for kisses, saying something along the lines of “need to… need to clean…”

and if doing it was the only way to get him to calm down, she’d do anything.

at the end though, what she thought was a one time thing, a mistake by his drunken self, was actually some sort of new ‘diet’ jungwon had. something he had to have each day. something he began to shamelessly ask for.

and deep within (y/n)’s twisted little self, she reveled in the way he seemed to yearn for her kisses. like she was his lifeline. of course, she’s rational enough to not let it go beyond the line.

as if that would make it better.

“jungwon, kitty,” she calls after pulling away and the nickname makes him gasp softly as he shudders on her lap. growing up, he had a habit of sinking his teeth into things and (y/n)’s always the main victim. the fact that this knowledge is personal between them makes it so intimate, so special that he just can’t help but preen whenever he hears the name.

“hm?” he hums whilst nosing her cheeks and leaving soft butterfly kisses on her face.

her hand moves to gently push him away by the chest just so they can properly see one another. “what happened that day?“

he freezes, nervous gaze flicking between hers before looking down. he can’t tell her that he used their little friendship necklace that doubles as safety trackers because she wasn’t answering his texts. he can’t tell her that he saw her making out with some other dude and nearly lost his mind when he saw that she liked it. he can’t tell her that he practically had to drink himself away just so he could forget and not tear the man’s head off his neck.

so instead, he says, “i was just stressed. everything…everything is just overwhelming.”

good job, jungwon, he pats himself in the back. playing the typical overworked uni student will always be believable.

he throws in a small pout as his brows raise and dip at the ends and he knows she’s bought it when a soft coo sounds and her fingers start to play with the hair on his nape.

won simply melts at the touch, leaning slightly and baring his neck as he sighs dreamily.

“so is that what this is? your stress reliever?” (y/n) refers to the kisses.

he stays silent for an unnoticeable second. if he had to be completely honest, the kisses are because he wants to wipe off whatever filth was left behind by that man that kissed her.

but stress reliever isn’t precisely wrong he suppose. her lips are to die for. she is to die for.

he nods softly and curls himself into her—arms wrapping around her waist as his head rests in the crook of her neck—and he nuzzles to drown himself in her sweet, soothing scent.

his knees lock around her hips as his tongue flicks out to lick stripes against the skin of her neck and his ears perk at the sound of her giggles.

“that tickles,” she comments with a light jerk when he nips.

he smiles.

yeah, just this is fine for now.

—

no.

nonononononono no!

this isn’t supposed to happen!

jungwon stares with horror at the scene unfolding in front of him.

she’s back with that rodent. that…that little pest! how dare he crawl his way back to her?? after all i’ve done to make sure he stays away—

“jungwon!” (y/n)’s chirpy voice fishes him out of the depths of his rapidly darkening thoughts but he still can’t manage to put on a smile when his one and only comes up to him with her arm linked in another’s. “i thought you said had no class today.”

jungwon forces himself to form a small grin, enough to at least make him seem unsuspicious but not at the very least welcoming to the third party. “oh, i don’t! but i had to drop off an assignment.”

(y/n) nods at this and immediately gestures to her…company. “this is minoo. i’ve told you about him.”

yes, you did, won thinks bitterly in his head, teeth gritting beneath his strained smile. he’s a nasty waste of spa—

“jungwon, right? (y/n)’s told me about you too,” minoo says with a hand offered for a shake. the former’s feline eyes are quick to follow his motions before tracking back up to his gaze. with a small nod, he accepts his handshake—only by the tips of his fingers before having to physically restrain himself from shuddering. “said to me that you’re her childhood friend. hard to believe honestly.”

his comment vexes him and a dark brow arches up challengingly on jungwon’s face.

“why’s that?” he hisses and (y/n)’s quick to notice but says nothing. he’s always been defensive about their relationship. always the first to claw and hiss whenever someone makes an off-putting remark.

minoo doesn’t seem at all deterred and if anything, he seems more amused about it. a cocky chuckle sounds and he tilts his head—mockingly, won might add—before clicking his tongue. “oh, nothing. you guys are so…different. i get it, opposites attract and all but you know well yourself, she’s way better with someone like me than well…you.”

the girl’s eyes widen twice their size, ready to pull won away from spitting venom through his teeth which might end with some of them falling off by minoo’s fist if she might add.

but in contrary to her expectations, he…

drop!

the first of many tears cascade down his rosy cheek down to the dry cement below them before they thicken to streams.

“jungwon,” she gasps and reaches forward to cup his face that quickly turns flushed as he sniffles, turning his head to hide within her cold palm.

“i know…i know that,” he chokes out when he pulls away with a rushed inhale. his red-rimmed, brimming eyes staring straight at minoo with contempt and yet, defeat. “i know she’ll never choose me but, it’s not wrong of me to keep hoping! it’s…it’s not wrong… it’s not wrong to wish and hold on... it’s not wrong…”

hearing that confession spill from his trembling lips strikes a cord in her—an epiphany—and her eyes travel across his face for a moment, taking his raw emotion in all his entirety before taking a step back.

jungwon almost stops crying instantly at the loss of her touch and he looks up with confusion as she backs away to minoo’s side once again. “(y/n)…?”

“i shouldn’t have let it go this far,” is all she mutters and she doesn’t spare a moment for him to stop her when she suddenly spins on her heels while dragging minoo away with.

his tears dried instantly as alarms blare in his ears incessantly.

you’re losing her, jungwon.

what did you do? you ruined it!

“w-wait!” jungwon calls out, voice cracking but she ignores. not a single pause or glance.

she’s going further away, jungwon. you’re losing her. she hates you now. you’ve done it.

“i’m sorry! i-it was all my fault, i—!”

he gulps harshly. his throat’s too dry from having to strain himself to cry—to act like a meek, broken lamb. he never thought it would backfire.

and now he’s actually crying.

his arm outstretches towards her, wanting to keep up but he knows that going after her is going to escalate everything. he knows her enough to know that if his tears don’t work, nothing will.

but what else can he do??

you’re losing her. you arelosing her. youarelosingher. losingherlosinglosinglosingherlosingher—

you lost her.

jungwon heaves, chest too heavy and breathing suddenly all too laborious as he clutches his chest through his shirt. he watches with a trampled spirit and weeping eyes as her figure diminishes further and further away.

“i lost her.”

—

—-

——

jungwon’s not easily deterred. like a cat, he’s stubborn. like a cat, he has claws to sink.

he leans against the jagged stone wall of the dark alley. his black hood’s pulled up over his head while his hand is stuffed in his dark cargo pants, the other spinning around his phone between his fingers deftly.

it’s in the dead of the night in a place so quiet it’s unnerving, a striking contrast from the usually busy city. footsteps sound and they begin to echo the deeper they venture into the alley.

jungwon’s ears perk and eyes lift from the ground to the wall in front of him—sharpening to a glare the moment a figure steps between.

“i knew there had to be something wrong under that innocence face you play,” minoo chuckles with amusement. his brows raise with a daring smirk. “how’d you get my number, huh?”

“(y/n)’s phone. she doesn’t change her passcode,” jungwon casually replies and the other scoffs.

“really? thought you guys don’t talk anymore after your whole… crying fest.”

“i’ve had it for a while. just in case.”

“wah… so you’re a real creep, aren’t ya? and she trusts you wholeheartedly. you should’ve seen how she practically tore herself knowing how she ‘broke’ you,” minoo comments and leans against the opposing wall with his chin raised high. “fvck, it was such a bother. couldn’t even do anything with her being such a party pooper.”

“watch your mouth,” jungwon hisses as his hands curl at his sides, teeth gritted.

minoo raises his own hands in false surrender. “hey, don’t act like you’re such a saint. after all, we both know that you slashed my tires when i was about to go on that date with (y/n).”

the other says nothing to this—no confirmation, no refute—and minoo scoffs. he pushes himself off the wall and brings his face near him, grinning ear to ear. “hey, say something won’t you? why’d even ask to meet if you’re gonna stay mute like a little pussy?”

again, jungwon stays quiet—but just for a good moment. “stay away from (y/n). she deserves someone better than you.”

“yeah? like who? you?” minoo scoffs and tilts his head tauntingly.

won’s fists grow taut, nails digging into his palms as they tremble but again, he doesn't voice an answer. "just stay away."

minoo clicks his tongue and he leans back, now more annoyed than he is amused. he drops his head low as his eyes glare into the other's. "and if i don't?"

then without warning, jungwon smacks himself across the face—shocking the other and minoo straightens with eyes popping—but he doesn't stop once, no. he does it again, again and again from various different angles until his lips are cut and bleeding.

"what the fvck, man?? the hell are you doing?!” min bursts, both weirded out and unnerved.

“what i have to,” won replies almost monotonous and he grunts when he slams himself against the brick wall behind him—harsh. he repeats it, back of his skull knocking against the jagged stone with a clear ‘THUD!’ and his vision blackens for a moment as head spins.

he hisses and brows knit, clearly in pain as he stumbles from the momentary dizziness but he’s swift to turn around just to smash his forehead against the serrated screen from years of neglect.

“STOP IT, MAN!” minoo finally shouts, clearly perturbed and terrified and he grapples his shoulder to pull him away.

but jungwon doesn’t stop. not yet.

just when minoo manages to yank him a good distance away, he leaps straight back into the wall like he’s trying to materialize through it—like a madman. a self-destructive maniac.

“FINE! FINE! I’ll leave her alone so just stop acting like some fvcking psycho, dude!” minoo finally yields, face pale and breaths shallow from the anxiety as he watches jungwon continue to ruin himself like a brainless zombie.

he was ruthless—bashing his head against the brick wall, smashing himself against it as if daring it to crumble if not him first and fingers pounding and clawing, leaving traces of blood from the torn, tattered tips. he was brutal, unforgiving and yet, he’s grinning through it all.

he turns around with a stagger, panting heavily as he lifts his focus to him. minoo’s petrified at the crazed look in his bulging, widened eyes and the unnatural spread of his bloody lips from ear to ear is near predatory—devilish.

minoo’s insides are near to leaping out of his skin but he relents—standing frozen as jungwon approaches.

the latter rests a hand on the other’s shoulder and he tilts his head. the blood dripping from his temple drops onto the hard ground and his tongue swipes against the oozing red on his busted bottom lip. “i trust you will as i hope you’ll be smarter.”

he then tucks his hand into minoo’s hoodie’s pocket and fishes out his handphone with a screen lit by the clear recording symbol. the owner freezes, not expecting for jungwon to find out.

the latter ends the tape before permanently deleting it from his phone and waving it at the side of his face. “smarter than this.”

no matter how unassuming it sounds, chills runs down min’s spine. it feels like a threat—one that’s grim, that’s written in blood. deadly. and he shudders when won’s feline eyes glint with a foxy intent—quickly snatching his phone back before stuffing it into his jeans.

“whatever…” minoo mutters and rushes out the alley, leaving jungwon alone in the haunting darkness. one that seemed to emanate from him.

won breathes heavily as his vision blurs—the blood loss and heavy hits he took starting taking a toll on him. but he can’t lose himself, not yet.

he takes out his phone and clicks on a number, hearing it dial for a few times before the other line answers.

“jungwon? it’s so late, why are you—”

jungwon coughs harshly and wheezes after, putting on his best performance in exaggerating his wounds—not that he’s not severely hurt but he’d be lying if he said it’s unbearable. he’d rather have this pain a million times than the pain of losing (y/n).

“h-help…” he croaks. “minoo—!”

CRACK!

he drops his phone onto the stone floor and smiles when he hears her panicked voice screaming through the phone—asking where he is and if he’s fine before ultimately rushing out her door.

jungwon sighs contentedly and sits himself on the ground. his eyes rake over the wall painted with his blood before at the torn, grated skin on the bloody tips of his fingers.

now, he waits.

—

a week has passed since then.

minoo, the ‘perpetrator,’ is a serving time at a correctional facility for his ‘acts of violence.’ while the ‘victim,’ jungwon, is almost healed up and had been released from the hospital to instead rest up at home with a pardon from school.

and (y/n)? she’s been taking time off just to nurse after him, much to his utmost delight.

she has been going above and beyond for him due to her guilt—apologizing profusely for letting minoo in her life and undoubtedly bringing him to jungwon. and won, of course, always denies it, saying “it’s not your fault! it never is!” because truthfully, it isn’t.

it’s his. minoo didn’t even lay a hand on him. he was the one who damaged himself but they will never know that, will they?

not when his little friendship necklace with (y/n) that doubles as a tracker was found in minoo’s hoodie. imagine her shock and horror when she went out to find jungwon only for her to be lead to minoo.

but the anger she portrayed after, it was a sight to behold, the police were called and so was the ambulance after they found out jungwon’s location from minoo.

he claimed innocent. begging and pleading to be heard.

“it wasn’t me! he was insane!” “he kept running through the wall! punched himself and all!” “i’m the victim! h-he must have snuck that necklace into my pocket!”

how pitiful.

jungwon wished he could’ve been there to see it.

“how do you feel, baby? need something else?” (y/n) asks with utmost care as her hand brushes back his bangs.

jungwon purrs, pushing his head into her touch. “no, i’m okay. thank you for taking care of me.”

(y/n) stares at him as he clings to her, his pretty, doe eyes blinking at her like she’s his world, his saviour, his reason for living. he looks at her like she’s his world.

and she knows it’s her doing. she should’ve cut things short but she had been selfish.

“don’t…don’t thank me,” she quietly says, remorseful, and jungwon’s sparkly eyes soften as they study her grey mien before he reaches up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

“lie with me?” he invites and she nods with a soft smile—joining him on his bed and tucking herself into his arms that gladly scoop her up.

he pats her back and strokes the back of her head. they revel in the peaceful silence and warmth that envelope them—one indulging in it much more than the other with a lovesick grin on his face and hearts glowing in his eyes.

“i don’t need anything else. i just need you,” jungwon mumbles into her hair and she chuckles. “like our promise.”

his words linger in the air for a moment before she sits up, a hand on his chest while the other props her up on her side to look at him.

“promise?”

won meets her gaze and nods. “back then, we promised to stay together forever. that’s why we got those tracking necklaces—so we can always find our way to each other more matter where we are.”

his words rekindles the memory in her head and her brows knit with guilt.

“you still remember?” she croaks, tears brimming and jungwon’s swift to bring his thumb up to wipe away a stray tear of hers.

“of course, i do. i remember everything about you—about us,” he says without a single doubt and sits up to hold her face. he bends down slightly to meet her height. “hey, hey… don’t cry. please, don’t cry. you’ll hurt your eyes again. shh, shh…”

he hugs her close and pushes her head gently to rest it on his shoulder—biting his lip when she brings herself closer to burrow into the crook of his neck. “i remember because well… i’ve always believed that i will stay with you—then, now and forevermore. promises aren’t meant to be broken. so you’ll stay with me, won’t you?”

“i will. i will, jungwon. and i’m so so sorry it took me so long to see that. to say this to you,” (y/n) sobs against him and he coos among comforting hushes as he pats her back.

“don’t be sorry. you don’t have to apologize for anything,” jungwon assures, his voice lulling and he presses a warm, lingering kiss on her temple. “in my eyes, you can do no wrong. you can slap me, kick me, stab me with a knife if you wish but as long as i know it’s your hand that’s holding it, i’ll gladly let it pierce my heart. you’re my everything, (y/n). i hope you know that.”

her cries only heighten at his genuine confession, heart aching like it’s breaking as tears overflow at the uncritical fondness he holds for her.

if she wasn’t in his embrace, she’s sure she would have shattered into pieces like fragile ceramic—completely oblivious to the wicked, toxic thoughts that fill her little angel’s head the longer he has her in his arms.

at this point, if she knew he was the one who baited minoo into a bear trap, made him watch as he thoroughly crushed and bled himself to the point of minoo’s mental ruin, snuck his necklace into his hoodie and called (y/n) for the fantastic finale, she’s still gonna think that jungwon did it for a good cause.

because just as he sees (y/n) as the embodiment of perfection, she now sees him as a poor, pathetic lamb who can do no sin—a saint.

and along with the guilt that now haunts her, he’s permanently tethered her to his side.

she can’t leave now, she can’t leave ever. they belong together, forever.

[heartsriki]

CUPID'S CHAOS ⌇화살

FLIRT ALERT! series⌇Lee Heeseung | next

pairing ᝰ heeseung x fem!reader

— featuring.. n/a | word count: 4k+

⌇ … warnings & genre ↺ college au, fluff, bickering, misunderstandings, obliviousness, 2000’s rom com vibe, kisses, pet name use (?), reader is a writer!

synopsis — You accidentally become the campus’s cupid, delivering love letters to everyone— no exception to the one meant for Heeseung even though you had the biggest crush on him. When he asks for help finding his secret admirer, You scramble to keep your own feelings hidden… until you realize that love letter was your own.

lee's ₊˚⊹ ᰔ comment ┊I’m not sure if I like this but… I hope you guys do… guys fair warning these oneshots will be extremely corny and fluffy but its valentines month so i cant control it fr! MY FIRST HEESEUNG FIC WHO CHEERED, also happy birthday jw my baby :(

Seriously just what did you get yourself into?

The first incident or “love letter” arrived onto your doorstep on a random Wednesday. It was just a soft pink envelope sealed with a heart-shaped sticker. At first, you thought it was for you until you saw the name of the girl in your english class. Maybe someone had the wrong dorm number. But when another letter shows up the next day, and then another, you start to realize two things:

1. Someone on campus has a serious crush problem.

2. You have somehow become their personal delivery service.

By Friday, you had a whole collection of letters meant for people you barely know. With no better plan, you start slipping them into the correct mailbox, dropping them onto desks, and handing them off with a whispered, “This is for you.”

Before you know it, people started calling you the ‘Campus Cupid’.

It’s kind of fun—watching couples get together, seeing people’s eyes light up when they read something sweet. That is, until you find his letter.

Lee Heeseungs letter. The guy with the lazy smile and unfairly good hair. The guy who always seems to be exactly where you don’t need him to be. The guy you have been crushing on way more than you meant to.

It was no surprise that he would get sent a letter. He was the darling of the campus, he was a charmer, talented in sports and without a doubt extremely handsome.

You examined the letter. It was morally right to give it to him… right?

Frowning, you place the letter in his usual seat. Just because you liked him didn’t mean you can take his right of knowing that someone else does.

The day passes without you thinking too much about the letter you placed on Heeseung’s desk. Or at least, you try not to think about it. It’s not like it matters, right? Someone else likes him. No big deal.

At least, that’s what you keep telling yourself.

But then, right after your afternoon lecture, Heeseung finds you outside the lecture hall, love letter in hand.

“Hey, Cupid.” His voice is casual, but there’s a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. He holds up the letter between two fingers. “Any idea who wrote this?”

Your heart stops.

You stare at the letter, forcing yourself to keep calm. You knew this would happen. Of course, Heeseung would be curious. You should just tell him you don’t know. That’s what you should do.

But something about the way he’s looking at you makes you hesitate.

Frowning, you take the letter from his hands, pretending to examine it like if you hadn’t stared at it for hours before handing it to him. But when you open it and your eyes scan the page, confusion settles in.

There’s no name. No initials. Nothing.

That’s strange. Most of the letters you’ve delivered always had at least a tiny clue. An initial, a signature, sometimes even a number with a name.

“What’s with that look? You must’ve seen who gave it to you, no?” Heeseung asks, raising a brow.

You look back at the letter, skimming over the heart felt words. It was weird intruding someone’s feelings like this but with Heeseungs intense stare you couldn’t say no. The letter said:

I don’t know when it started, but you’ve always been there. In the background, in the crowd, just close enough to notice, but never close enough to reach. It’s frustrating, liking someone like this. Sometimes I wish I never met you in that cafe because now you’re all I ever think about, I hope I can confront you someday.

Your stomach twists.

The handwriting. The way certain letters are slanted. The way some words are scratched out and rewritten.

It’s… familiar.

Too familiar.

Your breath catches.

Oh.

Oh no.

It was yours.

See, the first time you met Heeseung, it wasn’t in a lecture hall or at some college party—it was at a small cafe just off campus, the kind of place students flocked to for overpriced lattes and last-minute study sessions.

You had been there first, tucked into a corner seat with your laptop open and a half-empty cup of coffee beside you. The cafe was packed, the usual rush of students scrambling for caffeine before their next class, and you were too focused on your work to notice him walk in.

That is, until you heard a voice—smooth, slightly out of breath—directed at you.

“Hey, is this seat taken?”

You looked up, and that was the first time you saw Lee Heeseung up close.

Messy brown hair, a hoodie thrown over a plain t-shirt, dark eyes filled with something playful yet sleepy at the same time. You recognized him vaguely—he was in one of your general electives, though he always sat near the back, half-hidden behind his laptop. He was the kind of guy people noticed without him even trying, whether it was because of his reputation on the basketball team or just the effortless way he carried himself.

And now, he was standing in front of you, waiting for an answer.

You blinked. “Oh, um—no, go ahead.”

“Thanks,” he said, sliding into the chair across from you. He set down his coffee cup, then pulled out a notebook, flipping through the pages lazily. “You’re in my media studies class, right?”

You hadn’t expected him to recognize you, much less strike up a conversation.

“Yeah,” you admitted. “I sit near the front.”

“Right, that’s why I never see you,” he said with a lopsided grin. “I usually get there late.”

You let out a small laugh despite yourself. “Yeah, I’ve noticed.”

For some reason, that seemed to amuse him. Heeseung leaned back in his chair, tapping his pen against his notebook. “So, what’s got you looking so serious? Studying for something?”

You glanced at your laptop screen. “Not exactly. Just… trying to finish an article for the campus paper.”

That caught his interest. “You write for the paper?”

“Kind of. It’s just an opinion column. Nothing major.”

Heeseung tilted his head, considering. “I’ll have to check it out sometime. Maybe I’ll learn something.”

You rolled your eyes, but you could feel your face growing warm. Heeseung had this way of making everything sound lighthearted, but there was something about the way he was looking at you—like he actually meant it—that made your stomach flip.

You didn’t know it then, but that moment—him sitting across from you in a crowded cafe, lazily flipping through his notes while keeping light conversations, smiling at you like you were the only person worth paying attention to—that was the moment it started.

The quiet, unshakable feeling of a new beginning forming.

You blink rapidly, snapping back to reality, only to find Heeseung staring at you with a curious tilt of his head.

“You good?” He waves a hand in front of your face, and you realize you’ve been gripping the letter like it personally offended you.

“Yeah!” You blurt out, a little too quickly. “Fine. Super fine.”

Heeseung narrows his eyes, but instead of questioning your suspicious expressions, he leans against the wall next to you, arms crossed, the picture of casual confidence. “So? Any idea who my secret admirer is?”

Your stomach does a full gymnastics routine.

Yeah, actually, it’s me. Surprise!

Obviously, you can’t say that.

You force a laugh, shoving the letter back into his hands like it’s a ticking time bomb. “No clue! There are so many love letters I deal with around campus, you know? Could be anyone.”

Heeseung mockingly pouted. “Come on, Cupid. If anyone can figure it out, it’s you.”

You freeze. Oh no.

Heeseung grins, nudging your arm playfully. “Please? be my lead detective I need to know who has this much of a crush on me.”

You stare at him, trying not to look as horrified as you feel. He’s practically pleading, eyes shining with excitement. He wants to know. He’s curious.

And you?

You want the earth to swallow you whole.

But instead, you swallow down your panic and give him your most confident, totally-not-dying-inside smile. “Yeah, sure! I’ll, uh… I’ll let you know if I figure it out.”

Great. Now you’re investigating your own love letter.

Romcoms make this look so much easier.

In your defense, the love letter was never supposed to see the light of day.

It had been one of those late-night, caffeine-fueled brain dumps—the kind where your emotions got the best of you, and instead of focusing on your essay due at midnight, you had decided, hey, why not write a dramatic love confession you’ll never actually send?

It started off as a joke. A harmless what if?

What if you had the guts to tell Heeseung how you felt?

What if you weren’t just the campus Cupid, but actually someone worth writing about?

What if, for once, you weren’t just the messenger in everyone else’s love stories?

So, you had poured your heart onto the page. You wrote about how frustrating it was, liking someone from a distance—watching him laugh in the campus café, seeing him glide effortlessly through every class, always just out of reach. You let yourself be honest, because no one was ever supposed to read it.

And then? You stuffed it into your notebook, forgot about it, and went about your life like it never happened.

Until now.

Now, it was in Heeseung’s hands just because you thought it was written by someone else, and now you were stuck in the worst romcom of all time—investigating your own love letter while trying desperately to keep your crush a secret.

Honestly?

You were so, so doomed.

“So, what do you think?”

You try to keep your face neutral as Heeseung waves the letter in front of you, looking more confused than anything.

“About… what?” You ask cautiously.

“This.” He gestures to the paper. “The letter. My so-called ‘secret admirer.’”

Your spoke before you could stop yourself. “So…you figure out who it is. What happens then?”

He thinks, running a hand through his hair. “I mean, i’ll turn them down, it’s really flattering but it’s also kind of a hassle.”

A hassle?

You force out a laugh, even as your stomach twists into knots. “Oh, come on, it’s not that bad. Someone clearly put a lot of thought into this.”

“That’s the problem.” Heeseung exhales sharply. “I wasn’t expecting this. Im interested in someone else, and now I have to figure out how to let this person down without making things awkward.”

Your face heats up. You want to disappear.

“So, you’re not interested in them…? You like someone already?” You ask hesitantly, barely able to get the words out.

Heeseung shakes his head. “I don’t even know who they are. But I hope they don’t take it the wrong way, Y’know?”

You stare at him, pulse pounding in your ears.

He has no idea.

And now? You definitely can’t confess.

Not when you already know his answer.

And if there was one thing worse than knowing Heeseung didn’t want a relationship, it was actively helping him investigate your own confession.

Every day, he’d bring up new theories about who could’ve written the letter, and every day, you’d have to nod along, pretending to be just as clueless.

At first, it wasn’t so bad. Heeseung didn’t seem to be taking it too seriously, mostly brushing it off whenever it came up. But as the days passed, something shifted… just slightly.

“Okay, so hear me out,” Heeseung said, leaning against the bookshelf beside you. The library was quiet, save for the occasional rustle of papers and muffled whispers. “What if it’s someone from one of my classes?”

You kept your eyes on your laptop screen, pretending to focus on your assignment. “You already went through that theory. Twice.”

“Yeah, but I was thinking—what if they’re too nervous to say anything in person? What if it’s, like… someone who sits far away from me?”

You bit your lip. “And yet, you’re still expecting me to figure it out?”

“Well, you’re good at reading people.” Heeseung grinned, nudging your arm. “You always seem to know what’s going on with everyone.”

Your heart stuttered. If only he knew just how right he was.

Heeseung sighed, folding his arms over his chest. “I don’t get it. They wrote all this deep, meaningful stuff, but they didn’t sign their name. What’s the point of confessing if you don’t want the person to know?”

You swallowed hard. “Maybe they were scared.”

Heeseung tilted his head slightly, looking at you in that way that always made you feel like he could see through you. “Scared of what?”

You hesitated. “Of ruining what they already have.”

His expression shifted. “You think they know me?”

You forced a shrug. “Probably. Why else would they write all that?”

Something flickered in his gaze, something unreadable. He held your gaze for a second too long before clearing his throat. “Huh. I never really thought about it like that.”

You turned back to your screen, desperate to focus on anything else. But then Heeseung moved closer, his arm brushing against yours as he leaned in to look at your laptop.

“What are you even working on?” he asked, voice quieter now, like the space between you had shrunk to something more intimate.

You could barely think straight. “Just… an essay.”

“Hm.” He didn’t sound convinced.

His voice was too close. His scent—clean, with a hint of something warm—was too distracting. It was stupid, so stupid, how easily he got under your skin without even trying.

The next few days started to get a little weird.

Heeseung had always been playful, always teasing and leaning in too close, but now it felt… different.

It was in the way he started remembering the little things—how you liked your coffee, how you tapped your fingers when you were thinking, how you always fixed your hair when you were nervous.

It was in the way he kept looking at you, his gaze lingering a little too long before he caught himself.

It was in the way his teasing changed—less casual, more intentional. Like he wanted to see how you’d react.

And then, one night, things got dangerous.

You were in his dorm, flipping through the list of names you had pretended to compile for the investigation. Heeseung sat on the floor beside you, his laptop balanced on his knees, absentmindedly chewing on a pen cap as he read through the letter again.

“You know…” he said, tilting his head, “whoever wrote this is actually really good with words.”

Your blinked. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. It’s, like… weirdly personal.” He frowned slightly, scanning the page. “I feel how much they mean it.”

You held your breath.

He let out a soft laugh. “Honestly, it kinda sounds like your writing.”

Your heart stopped.

Your head snapped up so fast you nearly gave yourself whiplash. “What?”

Heeseung blinked at you, startled. “I mean—you’re good at writing, right? I read your papers, You’ve always been good with words.”

He reads your papers?

You forced out a laugh, hoping he couldn’t hear the way your voice shook. “Right— Well, I didn’t write it, obviously.”

Heeseung studied you for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then, to your horror, he smirked.

“Why do you look so guilty?”

“I don’t.”

“You do.”

“I’m literally just existing, Heeseung. Shut up.”

He laughed, but there was something behind his eyes that made your stomach flip—something like curiosity. “Stop freaking out im just kidding.”

The investigation had led you and Heeseung all over campus, following false leads, and ultimately getting nowhere. You had been walking back toward the dorms when the sky, clear just moments ago, suddenly turned gray.

And then—of course—it started to rain.

Hard.

“Are you serious?” you groaned, pulling your jacket over your head as you and Heeseung ran toward the nearest cover—a small wooden gazebo near the campus library.

You both skidded to a stop under the roof, breathless and drenched. Heeseung shook his head like a wet dog, flinging water everywhere.

“Really?” You scowled, wiping raindrops off your face.

He laughed, ruffling his already-messy hair. “My bad.”

The sound of rain drumming against the roof filled the space between you, the cool breeze making you shiver.

“Here,” Heeseung said, shrugging off his hoodie.

You blinked at him. “What?”

“You’re cold, Cupid” he pointed out, holding the hoodie out to you. “Take it.”

“I’m fine,” you said, crossing your arms.

He scoffed. “Just take it before you get sick.”

You hesitated, but he rolled his eyes and stepped closer, draping the hoodie over your shoulders himself. The warmth of it, of him, surrounded you immediately, and your breath hitched.

You looked up at him, ready to protest, but he was already watching you—his expression unreadable, the usual teasing glint in his eyes nowhere to be found.

“Why do I feel like you’re hiding something from me?” he murmured suddenly.

Your pulse spiked. “What?”

Heeseung tilted his head slightly, studying you in a way that made your stomach twist. “I don’t know. You just…” He trailed off, then shook his head. “Never mind.”

You swallowed hard, clutching the hoodie tighter around you.

The rain kept falling around you, blurring the world outside the gazebo, making this moment feel like it existed outside of everything else—outside of reality, outside of whatever mess you had gotten yourself into.

For a split second, it felt like you weren’t just Heeseung’s reluctant investigation partner. Like you weren’t the person holding onto a secret that could ruin everything.

Like, maybe, he could actually like you back.

But then he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “We should probably wait this out before heading back.”

Just like that, the moment passed and you were left standing there in his hoodie, drowning in warmth, drowning in him, pretending you weren’t completely, helplessly falling apart.

After the rain, the campus felt quieter, the usual chatter dampened by the lingering water in the air. You walked alongside Heeseung, both of you with your hoods up, trying to shield yourselves from the leftover drizzle. It was awkward but comfortable — the kind of silence where you weren’t sure if you were supposed to talk or if it was okay just to exist in the same space.

Heeseung was the first to break it. “You know, you really don’t have to walk me all the way back to my dorm. It should be the other way around—.”

You glanced at him, trying to hide the blush creeping up your cheeks. You were worried about your own feelings, and now, Heeseung had a way of making your heart flutter with the smallest of gestures.

“I don’t mind,” you replied quickly, too quickly. “I just figured I should, you know… make sure you’re okay.”

Heeseung chuckled, a low sound that made you feel warm despite the cool rain. “You’re acting kind of weird. Usually, you’re so naggy. I thought I’d never see you get flustered.”

You looked away, trying to hide your face. “I’m not flustered.”

There was a brief pause as Heeseung watched you. His eyes softened, the usual teasing light in them dimming a little. “You’re not fooling me, you know.”

You slowed your pace, nervous now, your heart pounding as you tried to look calm. “I’m not trying to fool anyone.”

“I think you are,” he replied, stepping a little closer, his shoulder brushing yours as the two of you continued walking side by side.

You swallowed hard. The proximity felt different now, more charged. Your voice faltered. “What do you mean?”

Heeseung didn’t respond right away. Instead, he shifted his gaze to the ground, the rain creating ripples on the wet pavement. “It’s just… you’re always so careful with what you say. Always so in control. But sometimes… I wonder if you’re hiding something.”

Your stomach dropped at his words. You glanced over at him, but he wasn’t looking at you. The air between you felt heavier, and the tension seemed to stretch out longer than usual.

“I’m not hiding anything,” you murmured, even though part of you wished he could know the truth — or maybe, just maybe, that he could feel the same way.

Heeseung’s voice was quieter now, his tone almost teasing, but there was something else in it, something deeper. “Then why do you always look at me like that? Like you’re holding back?”

Your heart skipped a beat. “What?”

He finally met your eyes, his gaze intense. There was a flicker of something — was it vulnerability? — in his look. “Like you’re scared to let me in. What are you afraid of?”

Your breath hitched. For a split second, you were paralyzed, unsure of how to answer. Was it possible he was starting to see through your walls?

Heeseung’s gaze softened as he noticed the look on your face, sensing something unspoken. He took a step back, offering you a small, reassuring smile. “Maybe I’m just overthinking it. Forget it.”

But you couldn’t forget it. Not now. You could feel the space between the two of you shifting, the weight of his words lingering. Something was different, something had shifted, and you weren’t sure if it was just your heart racing or something more.

For the rest of the walk, neither of you spoke much. But every time your eyes met, it felt like there was a new understanding between you two — a shared secret that neither of you was ready to fully admit, but both were beginning to feel.

It had been a long day, but when you stepped out of your last class, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was different. It wasn’t just the cold air or the approaching dusk; something was off, and you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. That was until you spotted Heeseung standing by the bench outside the library, his gaze fixed on you as if he’d been waiting for a while.

Your heart skipped a beat.

He looked at you for a moment before he spoke. “Cupid, we need to talk.”

A nervous flutter danced in your stomach, and you forced a smile. “Uh, sure. What’s up?”

He took a deep breath, stepping toward you, and you noticed the letter in his hand — the same one you’d written to him, the one that had been slipped anonymously into his mailbox just a few days ago. Your heart pounded in your chest, the realization of what was happening dawning on you.

Heeseung didn’t say anything for a moment, just held the letter between his fingers, glancing down at it. “I know this is from you,” he said quietly, his voice gentle but filled with a soft surprise. “I figured it out after I read it again.”

You froze, your breath catching in your throat. You had hoped, prayed, that he wouldn’t find out this way. But here it was, and you couldn’t avoid it any longer.

“How… How did you know?” you asked, trying to hide the nerves creeping up your voice.

He smiled slightly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “A few things gave it away. The way you worded everything… It just felt like it came from you.”

“Also I found some of your notebooks while we were at your dorm and I matched the handwriting…” He blurted out.

Your heart sank. You had spent so long hoping he wouldn’t realize it was you, but now it seemed impossible to hide the truth.

“I… I’m sorry,” you said, almost embarrassed. “I didn’t mean for you to find out like this. I just… didn’t know how to tell you. I didn’t want to make things awkward between us.”

Heeseung’s expression softened. “Why would it be awkward?”

“Because I’ve liked you for a while, and I didn’t know how to say it,” you admitted, looking down at your shoes. “So I thought if I wrote the letter, I could control it. But then I accidentally gave it to you and everything is just— I don’t know It was never meant to reach you.”

Heeseung’s smile widened, and something about the way he looked at you made your stomach flip. “Well, I don’t know about you, but I kind of wish you’d just told me sooner.”

Your eyes shot up to meet his. “What?”

“I mean it,” he said, stepping a little closer. “I wasn’t expecting it to be you but now that I know… It’s kind of a relief. I’ve been wondering why you’ve been acting so weird around me.”

You blinked, taken aback. “I’ve been acting weird?”

Heeseung laughed softly, his eyes twinkling. “Yeah, you’ve been avoiding me like the plague. Always a little too nervous when we talk.”

You felt a wave of warmth rise to your cheeks. “I didn’t mean to… I just…”

He took another step forward, the distance between the two of you shrinking. “You don’t need to explain. I get it.” He paused for a moment, his eyes meeting yours with an almost teasing glint in them. “Honestly, I’ve kind of had a feeling you liked me. You just never said it.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “Wait… you knew?”

He grinned. “Not for sure, but I wasn’t completely blind. I just didn’t want to make assumptions.”

A laugh bubbled up from your chest, and you felt your nerves ease a little. The tension that had been building between the two of you melted away, replaced by something lighter, something more familiar.

“So… this doesn’t make things weird?” you asked cautiously, unsure if you were reading him right. The last thing you wanted was to make things uncomfortable.

Heeseung shook his head, his smile softening. “No. Actually, I’m kind of glad. Now I don’t have to turn anyone down because I like someone else.”

Your heart raced as he closed the gap between the two of you, standing only a few inches away. He looked down at the letter in his hand, then back at you, his expression serious but warm. “I don’t think I ever really realized how much I liked you until now. I think I’ve been too caught up in my own head to notice, but hearing this from you? Yeah, I think I feel the same.”

For a moment, everything seemed to pause — the sound of people passing by, the rustling of the leaves in the breeze, even the thumping of your own heartbeat — until Heeseung’s words sank in fully. The shock of it left you speechless, and the only thing you could manage was a soft, almost breathless, “Really?”

He chuckled, the sound light and comforting. “Really. I like you too, Cupid— I mean, Y/N.”

A smile spread across your face, and you couldn’t stop it. Your heart felt lighter than it had in days, as if a weight had been lifted off your chest. You had been so afraid of how things might turn out, but now, with Heeseung standing here in front of you, it felt like everything was falling into place.

Heeseung held the letter out to you, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. “You know, you could’ve just told me. But I guess this works too.”

You took the letter from him, glancing down at the words you’d written once more, a smile tugging at your lips. “Maybe it was a bit dramatic. But… I was too scared to just say it. I didn’t want to mess things up.”

He reached for your hand, gently taking it in his. “You didn’t mess anything up, Cupid. You just… made everything clearer.”

And just like that, all the tension and uncertainty you’d been feeling seemed to dissolve. There was no more hiding, no more pretending. You were standing here, with Heeseung, both of you finally understanding the feelings that had been simmering for so long.

“So,” he said after a moment, his voice playful again, “How about we skip the letters next time and just go for a dinner date?”

You laughed, your heart full as you squeezed his hand. “That sounds perfect.”

Heeseung smiled, his gaze soft and filled with something genuine. “Good. Let’s not wait any longer, I really want some ramen.”

And with that, the two of you walked off together, the air between you light, and the promise of something more ahead.

BONUS 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Dating Heeseung felt like stepping into something familiar but entirely new at the same time. The comfort of your friendship was still there—the teasing, the ease, the way you could talk about anything and everything—but now there was something softer, sweeter, laced between every interaction.

Like right now.

It was late, the two of you curled up on your dorm room floor with a half-finished pizza between you, an old playlist humming softly from your phone. The world outside felt quiet, like this moment only belonged to the two of you. Heeseung was leaning against the bed, his legs stretched out, while you were sitting cross-legged beside him, picking at the crust of your pizza slice.

His hand, which had been resting casually near yours, suddenly slid closer, his fingers tracing the tips of yours absentmindedly. It was such a simple thing, but it sent a shiver up your spine nonetheless.

“So,” Heeseung started, voice slow and teasing. “How’s it feel? Finally dating the guy of your dreams?”

You rolled your eyes, already knowing where this was going. “You’re impossible.”

Heeseung grinned, leaning his head back against the bed. “No, but really. You had a crush on me for so long, and now look at us.” His fingers fully laced with yours now, his touch warm and effortless.

“I wouldn’t say I had a crush that long,” you mumbled, taking a sip of your drink to avoid looking at him.

“Are you kidding? You literally wrote me a love letter.”

Your face burned. “Okay, one letter—”

“One?” Heeseung gasped dramatically, sitting up and turning toward you. “So you’re telling me there aren’t, like, ten versions of that letter somewhere in your notes app?”

You choked. “There absolutely are not.”

“Oh my god.” He laughed, eyes gleaming with amusement. “There are. You rewrote it a bunch of times, didn’t you?”

You covered your face with your hands, groaning. “I am not having this conversation.”

Heeseung was grinning now, having way too much fun at your expense. He reached over, gently prying your hands from your face. “No, no, let’s talk about it. Tell me, how long did it take you to get the perfect wording? Did you, like, pace around your room dramatically?”

You huffed, crossing your arms. “For your information, I wasn’t that dramatic.”

Heeseung smirked. “Mhm. So you didn’t dramatically sigh and go, ‘No, this isn’t right, I need to capture his essence’?”

You picked up a stray piece of crust and chucked it at him. He dodged it easily, laughing as he caught your wrist, pulling you toward him slightly.

“You’re the worst,” you mumbled, but there was no real annoyance behind it.

Heeseung was still grinning, his fingers now playing with yours absentmindedly. “You love it.”

You sighed, shaking your head. “I really don’t.”

“You do,” he countered, tugging you even closer until you were practically pressed against his side. His voice dropped, softer now, almost teasing in a different way. “Did you mean everything you said in that letter?”

You swallowed, suddenly feeling like all the air had been sucked out of the room. “What if I did?”

Heeseung tilted his head, his gaze locked onto yours, and suddenly, the playful atmosphere melted into something else—something quieter, more intense.

“Then,” he murmured, his thumb brushing lightly over your knuckles, “I’d tell you that I think about it a lot.”

You blinked. “You do?”

Heeseung nodded, his expression unusually serious now. “I mean, do you even realize how… nice it is to know someone felt that way about me? And not just anyone—you.” He exhaled, his lips curling into something softer, more affectionate. “I don’t think I ever told you, but when I first read it, before I even knew it was from you, I remember thinking… whoever wrote this really cares about me.”

Your heart was thudding so loudly you were sure he could hear it.

“And then,” he continued, “when I found out it was you? It just… it all made sense.”

Your breath hitched slightly. “It did?”

Heeseung hummed in response.

“You’ve always been there,” he said softly. “I just didn’t realize how much I wanted you to be closer.”

You felt your throat tighten, emotion bubbling up in your chest, but before you could even think of a response, Heeseung leaned in, his forehead resting lightly against yours.

His eyes flickered to your lips for just a moment before meeting your gaze again, as if silently asking permission.

You didn’t need to think twice.

Closing the small distance between you, you kissed him.

It was soft, slow—like both of you were still memorizing the feeling. Heeseung sighed against your lips, his hand sliding to your jaw, tilting your face toward him just slightly.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and heart pounding, Heeseung smiled, his forehead still pressed to yours.

“So,” he murmured, eyes twinkling, “if I ask you nicely, do I get to read those other drafts of the letter?”

You groaned, shoving him away playfully. “Absolutely not.”

Heeseung only laughed, pulling you back into his arms with ease. “Fine, fine. But at least let me know—was I always this irresistible in them?”

You rolled your eyes, but your smile gave you away. “Shut up, Heeseung.”

He grinned, pressing another soft kiss to your temple. “Love you too.”

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Recording | Bangchan

⭑PAIRING: Bangchan x f!reader

⭑SYNOPSIS: After a long and exhausting day of work for Chan, you decide to accompany him, offering the possibility of helping him unwind.

⭑WARNING: Suggestive content (neck/breast kissing; hickeys)

⭑WORDCOUNT: 2k (2015)

2:47am

The car’s screen displayed the time alongside the radio station number, which was fortunately playing music at such a late hour. The music wasn’t the best or the latest since there aren’t many listeners at this time of night, but anything was better than an endless silence.

The city streets were deserted, except for a few teenagers heading to a nightclub and the occasional taxi.

The lights from apartment buildings and traffic signals reflected off puddles left behind by the rainstorm earlier that evening.

You were driving comfortably with two disposable cups of coffee sitting on the passenger seat. Thin white tendrils of steam rose from the lids, signaling that the liquid inside was still hot.

Chan hadn’t returned from the recording studio, so you decided to go and keep him company. You knew he was too polite to ask any of the guys to stay and help him during his frustrating late-night sessions of writing songs and creating new beats.

The recording studio wasn’t far from the apartment you both shared, but considering how late it was and the unpredictable weather, you didn’t want to take any chances.

You slid the copy of the studio key into the lock, the heart-shaped keychain Chan had gifted you for your anniversary a few months ago tapping softly against the door.

You stepped into the studio’s foyer, a spacious and tidy area where the guys usually hung out while one—or a few—of them worked behind the recording booth’s closed door.

On the coffee table in front of the couch sat a few open packets of chopsticks and a half-eaten cup of ramen, which you assumed belonged to Chan. Spending so much time here must’ve made him hungry.

As you entered the recording room, you found him there. Chan was seated at the desk in front of his multiple monitors and recording equipment. His back was to you, but you could see how he hunched over the desk, scribbling something onto a notebook or piece of paper. The sound of pencil against paper filled the otherwise silent space.

You set the coffees down on a spot far enough from Chan’s equipment to avoid any accidents, then quietly approached him from behind, wrapping your arms over his shoulders.

“Hi, Channie” you murmured to the dark-haired man, nuzzling your cheek against his before planting a soft kiss on it.

Chris let the pencil slip from his hand to clasp yours, the warmth of his touch both comforting and familiar.

“Hi, darling” he replied in his low, slightly raspy voice—likely strained from overuse.

You leaned in slightly, tightening your embrace as you rested your chin on his shoulder, sneaking a glance at the papers in front of him.

“How long have you been working, Channie?” you asked softly, letting a note of concern seep into your tone.

He sighed, his warm breath brushing against your cheek. “Since the morning… but I wanted to finish this before more work piles up” he admitted, a hint of exhaustion lacing his voice.

You shook your head with a faint smile but kept your hands resting in his. “You should take a break, even if it’s just to clear your head a little.”

Straightening up, you gently pulled your hands from his and placed them on his tense shoulders, starting to massage them lightly. A few muffled groans escaped Chan’s soft lips as he melted under your touch.

His eyelids fluttered closed as he gave in to the sensation of your hands easing the built-up tension in his shoulders. You felt his muscles gradually relax beneath your fingers, and a small smile tugged at your lips, satisfied to see him finally surrender to the comfort you offered.

“That feels amazing,” he murmured, his voice low and still tinged with raspiness. He tilted his head forward slightly, giving you better access. You took the opportunity to lean in closer, letting your lips lightly graze the skin of his neck in a barely-there gesture.

“Maybe you should take more breaks if this makes you feel so good” you whispered near his ear, your warm breath sending a shiver down his spine.

Chan tensed for a brief moment before relaxing again, turning his head just enough to glance at you out of the corner of his eye, his gaze shimmering with both surprise and something deeper. “What if I always needed your help to unwind?” he asked, raising one brow, his tone light but thick with intent.

Your smile widened as your hands moved to his neck, massaging it gently. “That sounds like a lot of work for me. What do I get in return?” you teased, leaning close enough for your lips to brush against the edge of his ear.

“I can think of a few ways to make it up to you” he replied, his voice dropping an octave as he spun in his chair to face you. His hands found their way to your hips, firm yet delicate, as if afraid you might pull away, positioning you between his open legs.

“Then show me” you challenged, your hands now resting on his chest, feeling the quick rhythm of his heartbeat under your palms.

Chan didn’t need any more encouragement. His gaze lingered on your lips for a moment before leaning forward to close the distance, capturing them in a slow yet desire-filled kiss. His fingers tightened on your hips as he pulled you closer, determined to leave no space between you.

His hands left your hips, tracing the curve of your body before settling on your thighs, which he gripped gently to pull you onto his lap.

The kiss deepened, becoming messier and more urgent, your tongues moving together in an almost rhythmic dance.

Your hands buried themselves in Chan’s curly hair, tugging lightly every now and then, making his lips break from yours momentarily as soft sighs escaped him.

“Lemme take this off” Chan murmured between ragged breaths, his hands already tugging at the hem of your shirt. You raised your arms to make it easier for him, leaving you in nothing but a black bra.

His hands roamed your skin as if tracing an infinite path, leaving invisible marks behind, claiming you.

Chan took a moment to admire you, his dark eyes trailing over your figure with an intensity that seemed to ignite the air between you. His hands found your waist again, his fingers pressing into your skin with a mix of gentleness and firmness that sent shivers through your body.

“You’re absolutely stunning” he murmured, his voice rough with sincerity as his lips began trailing kisses from your neck to your collarbone.

The warmth of his breath against your skin left you breathless, and before you realized it, your legs moved to wrap around him, pulling yourself even closer. Chan let out a soft growl of approval, his hands sliding down your sides to your rear, holding you as if you were the only thing that mattered at that moment.

His kisses continued their descent, stopping at the curve of your breasts, where he sucked lightly, leaving behind reddish marks that made soft moans escape your lips.

The closeness of your bodies made it impossible to ignore how hard Chan was, and the sounds he let out left no room for doubt.

You started moving your hips in a slow rhythm that drove him wild, making him throw his head back with a few low groans, his neck fully exposed to you.

Chan’s hands, now settled on your hips, guided your movements, making them slightly faster, drawing soft moans from you and curses from him.

“I don’t know… if I can last much longer” the taller man admitted, his raspy voice filled with raw honesty as his dark eyes locked onto yours.

His gaze reflected nothing but carnal desperation, a need that seemed to consume him. It was as if every part of him screamed that he needed you—that you were his release after endless hours of work.

Chan easily lifted you, placing you on the desk, sweeping papers and objects to the floor in one swift motion.

“This is exactly what I needed after such a long day” he confessed with a mischievous smile before lowering his head to leave a trail of kisses along your jawline and neck.

Your hands gripped his shoulders, feeling each muscle tense beneath your fingers as he explored every inch of your skin with almost reverent dedication.

“Chan…” you whispered, your voice barely audible between shallow breaths, but it was enough to make him pause for a second, looking at you with an expression that mixed devotion and pure desire.

“I’m going to make sure you never forget this night” he promised before leaning in to claim your lips again with unrestrained hunger.

His lips moved fervently over yours, his large hands firmly planted on the desk on either side of your body, keeping you slightly arched backward.

Your fingers tangled in his soft curls, tugging him closer as though you could somehow eliminate the space between your bodies, no matter how impossible it seemed.

The friction of your bodies pressing together sent sparks flying between you, and the low, guttural sounds escaping Chan’s lips were nothing short of intoxicating. You could feel how hard he was—completely and undeniably for you.

Your hands wandered down his body, trailing over his strong arms and broad chest before settling at his hips. Your fingers found his belt, fumbling slightly as you tried to undo it without breaking away from the feverish kiss.

A deep growl rumbled from his throat when he felt your touch there. In response, his hands moved to your hips, pulling you even closer to the edge of the desk, the heat between your bodies now almost unbearable.

“I know you can feel how good you are to me” he whispered in a husky tone against your ear, his lips brushing the sensitive skin there before planting a warm kiss. His mouth began a slow descent, leaving a trail of kisses and soft bites along your neck and down to your collarbones.

Your fingers trembled slightly as you finally managed to unbuckle his belt, and he noticed. A sly grin spread across his lips as he cupped your face in his hands, tilting your head up to lock eyes with you.

“You’re trembling, love. Am I making you nervous?” he teased, his voice dripping with amusement and raw desire.

Before you could respond, his lips claimed yours again, this time more deliberate, more consuming. His hands resumed their exploration, sliding down your sides until they reached your thighs. He gripped them firmly, coaxing a soft gasp from you.

“Chan…” you whispered, your voice breathless as his lips trailed down to the valley of your chest, leaving wet kisses and reddened marks on your skin.

Your hands gripped the waistband of his pants, pulling him impossibly closer, and you began to roll your hips against him again, creating delicious friction that drew groans from both of you.

Finally, his fingers found the button of your jeans. With practiced ease, he unfastened it, his dark, intense eyes meeting yours once again, silently asking for permission. You nodded faintly, as if you could ever deny him.

A satisfied smirk played on his lips as he slid the fabric down your hips, discarding it carelessly onto the floor. The cool air of the studio brushed against your exposed legs.

Chan’s lips returned to yours, devouring them with a desperate hunger. His hands found the edge of your black underwear, his fingers teasing the delicate fabric as his breathing grew heavier.

“Tell me to stop” he murmured against your lips, his voice low and laced with restraint, though his actions made it clear he hoped you wouldn’t. And you wouldn’t

And there, in the recording studio, the coffees sat untouched where you’d left them, their surfaces now cold and void of the steam that once danced above them.

What a surprise Chan would get when he realized that everything that happened that night had accidentally been recorded.

⭑A/N: Este humilde fic va dedicado a mi Omega bri, espero te guste corazón. Se que lo pediste más hot pero me da wiwi escribirlo (tal vez más adelante)

[wandixx]

Danny the Young Justice member

“Hey, like, hypothetically, do you think Justice League could pay me if I became hero full time?”

It shaped out to be pretty long and boring stake-out, with rest of Team scattered around but connected with Mindlink, so it seemed like best moment to ask. It wasn’t something Danny wanted to do, but it shaped out to be his only chance to get any future. He cried over it enough times already, so there was even a chance he won’t breakdown trying to discuss it out in the semi-public. He wanted to keep it as calm and rational as he could and hey, if something started to get too emotional, he could say he saw some suspicious movement and fly off to fight someone. Really, it was perfect situation.

“How hypothetical is this question?” Robin asked after a beat of silence. It was quiet and careful, like he was afraid to set him off if he said something wrong or he did it wrong way. It made skin on his back crawl. Danny knew he was a bit more volatile lately, but he really hoped special treatment would stop soon.

“Hypothetical”

“Okay, let’s say we don’t know it’s a lie”

“Unnecessary” Artemis coughed.

“C’mon it kinda was–”

“Can someone just answer my fucking question?”

“I don’t think so. Batman is the one doing most of the funding, and he is really stubborn about school and future. He wants us all to have chance at normal life outside of this hero villain business with regular job and stuff”

That didn’t bode well, but Danny hadn’t got this far by losing hope whenever first obstacle occurred.

“But I could be ready whenever disaster strikes or some villain attacks or really whenever it’s necessary and I wouldn’t need to escape any civilian stuff,” he may have gotten a bit desperate along this little rant, but he just pushed through “It always takes precious minutes and–”

“It doesn’t really seem to be hypothetical anymore,” Wally interrupted and he was lucky to be on different roof, because Danny, he sworn to ancients, would strangle him if redhead was any closer.

He was very adamant about not thinking about how his last ideas of surviving to adulthood started crumbling. He promised himself to not have breakdown in the open.

He wasn’t going to.

It was fine.

He would figure something out. He always did.

“Danny?”

“It’s fine Meg, don’t worry”

“Can we ask what brought this hypothetical on your mind? You’ve always were the most assured that you’ll stop being hero at some point and move on”

Bless Kaldur to always know when to ask best-worst question. Danny wasn’t going to cry, so he wasn’t going to answer.

“We can’t help you if we don’t what’s wrong,” M’gann said softly, like she was just trying to remind him.

Something small hit his lap. A tear. When did it get here?

“It’s fine. It’s just a stupid thought”

“Okay. Tell us when you’re ready”

“Something suspicious is going on, I think it’s what we’re looking for,” Everyone needed Conner on their squad to get conversation back on not emotional track.

As it turned out it was indeed what they were looking for, and soon Danny got to express all of his pent up aggression in only a bit misplaced way.

“That was harsh”

“Shut up, this one doesn’t have pain receptors”

“Phantom has a bad day, huh?”

“You’re about to have worse,” he growled and punched guy until he stopped grinning.

It was quick work after that.

“Danny?”

Only bad side of Mindlink was that he couldn’t act like he was losing connection. It would be useful right now.

“Danny?”

“Not now”

“In the Bioship then. Not a minute later, am I clear?”

“Crystal”

He started calculating a way to get out before. He used to do it all the time, at the beginning. It was easier when Team didn’t know about his human side and they were holding each other at the arms length, but still. He could–

Conner landed right behind him and put hand on his shoulder. It wasn’t restrain, it wasn’t assuring. It was just there.

Here came his plans of escape.

“So–” Artemis started as soon as the door of Ship had closed “– what the fuck is wrong with you lately?”

“We all know it’s not nothing”

“I’m being overdramatic”

“About what?”

Danny just slumped forward and his face in hands.

“Danny”

“I have to retake year. I’m not even half way through highschool and I’m already failing and I- I just can’t do better. It’s not like I don’t have time to study, and I do try sometimes, but just as often I’m just being dumb and messing around, and I knew I failed some other tests, but last one? Last one I was sure I’ve got it, I was trying, I was trying so hard and I still fucked it up and if I can’t make it even when- even when I’m trying my best, then what is the point?”

He took a moment to breathe, to rub tearing eyes. He still wasn’t going to cry.

“I’m already kinda good at this hero thing, so I could just keep it up. I don’t think I’ll make it to the end of high school, so no good job for me, but maybe I could. I could have something, you know. Something useful. Something good. Maybe I can have some life after all”

Someone rubbed his back but he didn’t raise his head to see who.

“I didn’t want to let accident destroy any more of my life than it did, but I don’t think I can”

“Well, impossible sounds right about the task for us. We’ve got you”

Well fuck. That’s about that in not crying department.

[jovialoddity]

WWWWHHHHHAAAAAAAAAT OH MY GOD

the way I SHRIEKED WHEN I SAW THIS HOLY HELL!!!! AAAAAAA PROFESSOR P LOOKS AMAZING IN YOUR STYLE GOD I LOVE THE WAY YOU DRAW HIM SO MUCH 💖💖 the eyeliner is POPPING even while he’s exhausted I fucking love it AND THE SHAPE LANGUAGE!!! ACTUALLY GORGEOUS GOD DAMN

BUT ALSO HIS MUG IS SENDING ME LMFAOOO this guy really is on half-asleep autopilot and just didn’t notice he picked up the wrong mug 😭

MAN THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR DRAWING MY GUY HE LOOKS AMAZINGGGGG im gonna be gushing over this FOREVER

First wave of Mr. Puzzles AU Fanart!!!

💛🧡 @jovialoddity @4thwallbreakerinjail 🧡💛

Doing them 2 at a time bc I'm very tired, but more are coming!!! I love every single Puzzles AU and those two have been some of the silliest I've seen!

Prof. Puzzles is so tired and done (and also BALD) & his eyelids are too sore to open he's such a mood I love himmm!! Would he like to remarry?? Asking for a lot of people PLEASE-

And RTV is so sassy and I need him so bad. He's so handsome & I can't wait for him to bully me at the tour it's a NEED. The waistcoat, the trenchcoat, the waistcoat again.

Anyway enough rambling CANT WAIT FOR THE POLLS!! 💛🧡💖

[thequeenofcurses]

Die With a Smile

summary: eren has a conversation with you at his cabin. f!reader x eren (slowburn kinda + angst + fluff + smut) wk: 3.4k

Eren woke up with a start, the world around him unfamiliar, yet strangely serene. The sunlight seemed too soft, too perfect, as if the day itself was holding its breath. He blinked, trying to shake the fog in his mind, but the more he tried to focus, the more it felt like he was being pulled into a dream. He looked around—no walls, no titans, no battlefield. Only the whisper of wind and the distant murmur of voices.

"Where am I?" he whispered to himself, his voice breaking the eerie silence. He stood, his legs unsteady, and began walking, following the voices, faint and familiar, calling to him.

He couldn’t remember what happened—why everything felt so surreal. The closer he got to the voices, the more it felt like he had wandered into something that wasn’t meant for him. A dream, perhaps? A dream that was slipping through his fingers, but still… it felt too real.

Wherever you go, that's where I'll follow, a voice echoed softly in his mind. The words were gentle, familiar.

He reached a clearing, and there you were— standing in a field of flowers, your back to him. A smile on your face, like you had been waiting. No hesitation, no anger. Just your warmth, ever-present kindness.

"Eren…" you whispered, turning, your voice soft like a prayer. "You’re here."

He stepped forward, his heart racing, feeling a weight he hadn’t felt in years lift from his chest. It’s just a dream, he thought. It has to be. But it feels real.

"Y/n," he wondered, his voice shaking, "Is this… real?"

You smiled at him, your gaze warm and unwavering. "Does it matter? As long as we’re together."

Eren’s chest still felt tight, doubt in the back of his mind, but the smile on your face melted his doubts away.

“Let’s go to the cabin,” you suggested, tugging on Eren’s arm. You lead the way, occasionally stopping to look at the flowers and wildlife.

“Y/n… ” Eren starts. “Can I ask you something?”

“What is it?” your eyebrows twist into a ‘v’ shape when you hear his concerning tone, but you patiently wait for him to speak his mind.

Eren opens the door to the cabin and ushers you inside. You plop down flat on the bed and he stands at the door, hands in his pockets, leaning against it. 

“If the world was ending, what would you do?”

You’re taken aback by the sudden question. The unnerving question sends a chill down your spine, but you give it some good thought. If the world was ending, what would I do? 

“Well,” you sit up. “If the world was ending, I’d wanna be next to you.”

Although Eren has been pretty distant and nonchalant lately, he can’t hide the look of surprise on his face from your answer. His green eyes widen, even if only slightly, but you still catch it.

“No.”

“What do you mean no!?”

“I mean I won’t allow it.” Eren stands straight, removing his hand from his pockets. He sauntered over to you, placing one hand on your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes. “You mean too much to me.”

“Tough shit, Eren.” You cross your arms. “You know Armin, Mikasa, and I – fuck, the entire damn scout regiment, would do anything for you.”

“That’s the fucking problem!” he spits out. You jerk your head away from his grip, crawling backward on the bed to get some space. “I don’t want you guys to throw your lives away for me!”

“Eren…”

“Don’t.” He growls, turning away from you, staring at the grass just outside the cabin window. “All I want is for you guys to be safe. And if we lose this war with Marley, if something happens to you guys, I don’t know if I can –”

You roll out of the bed and hug him from behind, cutting him off. You gently place your hand over his mouth. 

“Shut up,” you hug him as tight as possible. “I know I speak for everyone when I say this, but wherever you go, that's where I'll follow.”

“What if– ”

Your hand shushes him again.

“Nobody's promised tomorrow.” Eren lets you turn him so he has to face you again. You faintly pry his right hand open with your own, interlocking your fingers with his. “So no matter what happens, we’re with you. I’m with you.”

Eren blinks back at your words, his free hand clutching his heart. He shakes his head, but his eyes betray him. The pools of water in green orbs finally overflow, slowly falling down his cheek.

“The future,” Eren’s lip trembles, his voice shaking. “This war… ”he trails off again. You use your free hand to cup his face and wipe off his tears with your thumb.

“I don’t care about the future,” you declare. Eren takes a step back, processing what you’re saying. “We’ve been living day to day for so long, ever since that damn colossal titan broke through our walls. All we’ve got is right now. We can’t afford to stress about the future.”

Eren brushes his long hair back with his fingers, out of his eyes, and nods. “You’re right.”

For some reason, your heart beats even faster when you look down at your interlocked fingers. Neither one of you have ever said it outright, but it was evident in both of your actions how much you two cared for each other. Eren was always the first one to defend you, not that you need it anymore. 

When he found you, crying and alone during the fall of Wall Maria, he took you in. Quickly, Armin grew to like you and found you a strong asset when it came to killing titans. Mikasa was the hardest to win over, but once Eren proved you weren’t a threat to him or Paradis, she slowly began to like you. The four of you became inseparable friends, and climbed up the ranks in the Scout Regiment so quickly. 

And every single time Eren’s life was in danger, you were always there for him.

And every single time you got into an overwhelming situation with titans, without fail, Eren was always there for you. His oversized attack titan form, always ready to protect you. You both habitually had each other’s backs.

Eren brings his hand up, the one interlocked with yours to give it a soft, warm kiss. I love her. And I won’t let anything happen to her – no matter what. Y/n, Armin, Mikasa. I will protect them. Eren’s thoughts ricochet around his head, flooding his mind. And our love's the only war worth fighting for.

For a moment, time stood still. No war, no titans, nothing to worry about. Just you and Eren. Eren’s heart rate rapidly went up. Even though he had mastered his whole indifferent act, you both knew he cared about you deeply.

'Cause you already know what you mean to me.

At least, that’s what Eren hoped.

You blink back, the moment starting to fade. Say it. Just tell her. No. The future won’t change no matter what I do. What’s the point? 

Eren starts to loosen his hand from your grip, backing away from you. 

“We should head back,” his voice was back to being cold and stoic. He reaches for the doorknob.

Your heart clenches in your chest. This isn’t right. I shouldn’t let him leave, not yet. You quickly wave your thoughts, ultimately deciding to take action.

“Don’t push me away, Eren!” you smack his hand away from the door handle. “Ever since that day, when Historia got crowned queen, you’ve acted differently. Please–”

Eren shakes his head at you. “You wouldn’t understand.”

You get within an inch of his face. “Then make me understand,” you plead. “I can’t just sit back and watch the guy I love push all the people who care about him away.”

“What.” He blinks in awe.

“I said, we care about you – ”

“No.” He shakes his head. “You said ‘love.’”

You turn your head down while your cheeks turn red at the realization. You subconsciously confessed your feelings for Eren that you’ve tried to hide for the past five years. Your heart drops to your stomach and you turn away. There’s no going back now.

Eren is the one to break the silence first. 

“Y/n,” he starts. “Do you really feel that way?” His voice isn’t as low as it usually is. He sounds like he actually… cares. And for the first time in a while Eren’s smile reaches his eyes.

“Yes.”

You don’t know how Eren ended up shirtless or how you were in the bed wearing only your panties, but neither of you were complaining. This was a moment both of you had imagined on the few nights you got to sleep peacefully.

At some point, Eren lost the hair tie that normally keeps his beautiful hair in a bun, leaving his tresses to droop down. Above you, his mouth littered your neck with warm kisses. Those dazzling emerald eyes constantly flicking back to bore into your own. 

Your hands wrap around his neck, landing in his hair. You pull him down until his lips taste yours. One. Two. Three soft kisses that were wet and sloppy. 

“Would you believe me if I told you that was my first kiss?” Eren shyly admits. You smile at the confession and it warms your heart. 

“Mine too.”

“Really?” he scoffs. “I thought you and Jean –”

“Ew! No, never!” you giggle at the thought, cutting him off. “It’s always been you Eren.”

“Good.” He kisses you again, slowly this time, savoring your taste. “I feel the same.” And he really does mean it. In this world, especially being a scout, you can never know when your time will be up. Throw in a war with the rest of the world, and that just amplifies the fact any one of you could die at any time.

Eren gets greedy and you let him. He’s in between your legs, kissing you, getting better with each kiss. Your hands still tangling in his hair until they start to travel down his brawny chest. He involuntarily grinds against you. 

“Touch me, please,” your voice is only a whisper, but he does just that. He kisses down your neck and his warm hands travel down your sides. He breathes in your scent like he’s addicted.

He hesitates when his hands hover just above your panties. “Eren?” 

“Y/n,” he replied. “Are you sure you want this?”

You rise to your knees to be level with him. “I do,” you smile. Your hands find his’ and you hold him. “I don’t want to live with any regrets. I want to do this with you. I love you.” So I'ma love you every night like it's the last night.

The last words you hear are an “I love you too,” before his lips crash onto yours. The force of the kiss pushing you down into the bed. Eren’s above you again, taking his time to explore your body. He softly cups one of your breasts with one hand then slides down your chest with the other until he reaches your wet spot. You gasp and find yourself exploring his torso and then finally tugging at his belt. 

Effortlessly you tug the belt off and Eren hastily slides the rest of his clothing off. You eye his semi-hardened length. I had no idea Eren would be so big…  you ponder.

You knew Eren was nervous with it being both your first times, you were too, but the confidence he was exuding calmed you down. He kissed your neck once again down to your breasts, taking each nipple into his mouth consecutively. 

Eren trailed down until he reached your panties, and took the hem into his mouth. He didn’t blink once, staring into your eyes as he pulled your panties down with his teeth. He jerked his head to the side to toss them into the mini-mountain of clothes you guys made. 

Both his large hands found their way to your thighs, spreading your legs. He lowered his head in between them, loving the warmth in his new found home. He cautiously licks at your folds and you squeal.

“Sorry,” you mumble. “It feels good, I’m just nervous.” 

“It’s okay. If you want to stop, just say the word.”

You answer him by pulling his head down into your legs again and he graciously laps up the wetness pooling between them. His warm hands on your sides. One. Two. Three. Four. He licks again and again and again. It’s so messy and sloppy and extemporaneous, yet you love every feeling of his warm wet muscle against you. 

“So delicious,” he breathes in between his assault on your clit.

He experiments with pushing his tongue inside your folds and when you moan he knows he’s done a good job. It isn’t until he starts sucking on your clit when your legs begin to shake.

If you were a dam, you’d certainly be overflowing. His constant licking, lapping, and sucking had your mind going into overdrive. If he kept this up, you would soon cum all over his face.

“I-I want you to feel good too,” you stutter out. Eren pulls back to give you an honest smile.

“Honestly, I just want to be inside you already,” he says in a low, animalistic tone. “If–if that’s okay with you.”

You nod to reassure him then reach for his length. He groans, jerking his head back at the sudden contact. He places his hand atop yours and jerks his cock back and forth. He guides your hand to rub the pre-cum leaking from his aggravated, reddened tip. 

It only takes a moment before he’s fully hard and then rubbing his cock up and down your wet folds. 

“I’ve heard it hurts for women,” he divulged. “I can take it slow.”

Your heart fills overfilled with love that he would even consider that. You’ve heard many a number of horror stories from other women who hated their first time because it was so painful.

“Thank you.” He kisses you then lines up at your entrance. Eren takes a deep breath then slowly pushes in. You immediately wince in pain and shut your eyes and he stops his movement. 

“Y/n, we don’t have to– ”

“I want to,” you interrupt. You open your eyes to find Eren’s jade ones. They’re so calming. Breathe. “Try again.” This time you hold his free hand while he uses his other one to sink into you. Inch by inch Eren finally sinks all the way into your pussy. It feels like you’re being stretched in two. Breathe. Breathe. You buck your hips into him causing him to groan in your ear. 

“Fuck, y/n. You’re so tight.”

You buck your hips up again and Eren take’s that as a sign you’re okay to continue. He starts to pull out only to slide his cock back into you. The rhythm you set is moderate, but you both quickly find yourselves needing more.

“Faster, Eren,” you beg.

He pulls your legs further apart, giving him more space to thrust. He starts to go faster and faster until the only sound coming from the cabin is his full balls smacking against your clit and your adorable moans.

You wrap your legs around him trying to get him in deeper. Eren bucks away, fucking you so good. He suddenly gets an idea and that’s what leads him to use one hand to start vigorously rubbing at your clit as he ruts into you. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Eren’s green eyes start to turn black as if he’s turned into an animal.

He pushes both your legs up until they’re above your head so he can fuck you even deeper. His cock becomes so mean. He’s bullying your pussy, his cock reaching so deep to your cervix. You’re so fucking full. 

Eren’s hair is sticking to his forehead, which is slick with sweat. His muscles are flexing with every deep thrust he makes. 

“Y/n,” he murmurs. “I’m not gonna last much longer.”

“I’m close too,” you confess.

“Let’s cum together.”

He kisses you, while his pounding never relents. Again. Again. Again. He slams into you over and over and it feels so good. 

You can hardly breathe with the deep strokes he’s giving you. Your pussy has his cock covered in your slick and juices. It’s only a matter of seconds before he gives you that sweet release and you’re cumming on his cock.

Simultaneously, Eren gives you one last kiss before he declares, “I’m cumming baby.”

You’re both panting heavily. Eren’s eyes gradually change back from black to grassy green. He starts to soften and begrudgingly pulls out of you. “That was–”

“Perfect?”

“Perfect,” he agrees.

He lays down next to you. You blink back the grogginess of sleep trying to overtake you. You rest your head atop your chest while he holds you in his arms.

“I wanna hold you just for a while,” Eren mumbles, but you’re already asleep. And for some reason, he can’t stop smiling.

Eren swallowed, taking a step closer. He couldn’t deny the ache in his chest, the comfort he felt from just seeing you, from hearing you speak. Was this it? Was this peace?

A laugh came from behind him. Armin’s voice.

"Eren!" Armin’s face lit up when he saw him. "You made it. I knew you would." Mikasa following quietly behind.

Eren turned to him, a sense of relief flooding him. It’s not a dream. This can’t be a dream.

"Armin, Mikasa, Y/n… We… we made it, didn’t we?" Eren whispered, his voice cracking with a mix of joy and pain. "We survived."

Armin nodded, his eyes glistening. "We saved the world, Eren. We did it. We really did."

The weight of Armin’s words sank into Eren’s chest, and for a moment, the world around him seemed perfect, untouched by the chaos they had fought so hard to survive.

But as the wind picked up, Eren noticed something strange. Your smile started to waver, your features blurring at the edges. Armin’s laughter echoed like it was coming from a distance, fading.

"Wait—" Eren stepped forward, but the ground seemed to shift beneath him. "Where are you going? Don’t leave me."

The light around them began to dim, casting long shadows across the field. The flowers that had once bloomed so brightly started to wilt. The colors bled out, turning dull and muted, as though the dream itself was unraveling.

What’s happening? Panic gripped Eren’s heart. He reached for your hand, but you faded, your smile becoming a ghost of what it once was.

"I can’t hold on any longer, Eren," You whispered, your voice growing faint. "It’s time to let go. Goodbye."

"No," Eren breathed, his voice desperate. "Please, don’t go. I’m not ready… I don’t want to forget."

But your form disappeared into the light, leaving only the lingering warmth of her presence behind.

"Where did you go, y/n?" His heart pounded, and his breath quickened. He turned to Armin. "Armin, tell me this isn’t real. Tell me this is just a dream."

Armin opened his mouth, but his words were drowned out by a rising wind. Eren tried to hold onto the memory of Armin’s face, but it, too, started to blur. His laughter faded into the distance.

I’m losing them. I can’t lose them. Eren’s thoughts became frantic. His body trembled, and his legs gave way, but before he could collapse, he heard a faint whisper, almost like an echo. He turned, searching for Mikasa, but only saw her iconic red scarf turning to dust.

"Mikasa… Armin… Y/n…"

He reached for them one last time. "Don’t leave me," he begged, his voice breaking.

But they were gone.

The world around him turned black, the darkness swallowing him whole. The light from the dream faded completely, leaving only emptiness.

I fought for this. I fought for them. Eren’s last thoughts were consumed by the question he couldn’t answer.

"Was I dreaming about…?" he whispered into the nothingness, his voice lost in the void. "What was I dreaming about?"

And with that, everything faded to black.

A/N I don’t mean to yap, but EVERY single time I hear this song, I want to burst into tears (it’s so damn good). It reminds me of AOT so fucking much. Like there’s almost no way LG/BM didn’t write this song about Eren 😭 I know you obviously can interpret music anyway you want to, but i genuinely believe they wrote this about Eren T…T Anyways, I’m gonna go cry again, because AOT is a masterpiece and all my favorite characters are dead 😣

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[thedarkermelody]

Imagine your Stan Pines, few years out of being kicked out, down on your luck, sitting down in some rundown gas station bathroom cause your only friend you can rely on, the Stanley Mobile, is having issues you aren't sure you can afford to fix. Your tired, you miss home, you miss your family, you miss your brother. You sit on the toilet and your eyes drag over to some stupid drawing on the wall, the words of 'NEED HELP? JUST ASK' yeah right. That never gets you anything. You mocking say the words that would never get you anything just to prove it, and as you turn to finish up your business you don't notice the color slowly leech into the pictures and peel off until it yells at you. Now your yelling at it while flailing to get your underwear back up and not flash your new hallucination that's following you around.

Steve! (& Me) AU, where Stan summons a helpful shape who he's sure is trying to get his guard down to get something from him. (Steve is just vibing)

Steve is a swell guy! He just wants to hang out and experience things, wow counterfeiting looks fun, he'd love to see a scam done. Let him help you get a job at a mechanic so you can learn to fix your car and then he'll cheer you on to rob and drive out of town after you get enough knowledge!

[sukeruton-san]

A Coffee Heart pt 2

First Next

There's a coffee shop in Gotham that allowed him way more caffeine than Amity allowed. . .

He likes it here he can have 21 shots of expresso and all he got was an eye roll with some grumbling about a guy named Tim and twins, it's great!!

_______________________________________________

___________A table in the far corner______________

Do I have a twin. . .

No seriously does he have an unknown twin cause standing at the register is a guy that looks so much like him, but not exact enough to be a clone.

We both have pitch black hair the same thick and soft kind but his is infinitely more fluffy and wild like his Red Robin look, bright blue eyes with analytical intelligents and slightly unhinged but his are more icey in color and somehow more dead inside,both our body types are small soft and lean with muscle, small waist, and rounded in the hips, shoulders in mid range, but he has more curves with his shape he's also worriedly more skinny to an unhealthy degree even in my standards, face shapes similar but his are little more angle too it, hell even our voices are similar his being softer and a little deeper than mine

What made me really catch my attention was the fact that he's coffee intake is just as death inducing as mine maybe even more deadly. Hes eye bags are worse then mine from what I can see from here which is across the fucking room.

So I have reasonably concluded that he is my twin. I mean there was a popular rumor that Janite was pregnant with twins and gave one up to adoption as soon they came out with how big she got. Maybe it was true when I am look at someone who has to be related to me.

Though this begs the question where he has been the entire time, He may be visiting with how he has an Midwestern accent but he also holds himself like an Gotham native.

hnmmmmmm. . .

What's he doing?. . .

He's comING OVER HERE ABORT ABORT ABO-

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"Um you mind if I sit here for a little all the tables are full"

Why he look familiar? Have I seen him before? . . .

Wait that's Timothy Drake-Wayne Co-CEO of Wayne Enterprises, I only know him because of the research binge for the Gothampedia and Tucker's fanboying.

He probably wants some privacy. . .

Probably to relax a little bit and be normal if he's just drinking some coffee in the back corner, alone. He looks nervous as hell too probably don't want any unwanted attention brought to himself, I sure as hell know the feeling

" No it's fine you can sit here "

Is it just me or does he look a little eager

" Cool I'm Danny by the way " sitting and taking a sip of his coffee he notices that Tim seems to be in some sort of dilemma with himself finally he asked

" So you happen to be around and about here often?" He drinks his own coffee

" No, just found this little shop" he cringed a little "I was draged here because my parents wanted to work on something here"

Tim Slightly invested slightly worried " What are they working on?"

" They uhh want to 'help make Gotham more prepared for dangers that may arise in the haunting world' their words not mine"tilting his head slightly to the left "to be fair I think the bats have all that covered, no need to interfere and cause more problems than what it's worth" grumbling under his breath " Don't want them to get on the bats radar cuz they are doing reckless shit and I have to clean it up"

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Tim is slightly panicking now who are his twins adopted parents and why are they wanting to 'prepared for dangers that may arise in the haunting world'?

What does the haunting world mean?

What does he mean by causing more problems?

Are his parents escaped midwestern rouges or something?

Does he need to do a welfare check on him as Red Robin?

Also he was pretty sure he wasn't supposed to hear that last part but that's just making him more worried.

How reckless can they get?

How many times has he had to clean up their messes?

What does he do. . .

(Thank you for helping me with the idea for the next chapter @ghostlysuitnight )

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ Heart Shaped Sweets ʚ♡ɞ

╰┈➤ a part of my valentines special!

pairings(s)- Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary- You and your best friend Rafe were both single for Valentines. You also had the very tasty hobby of baking.

category- fluff

warnings- suggestive content, non psycho rafe, soft rafe, one use of y/n, bestfriends with tension, kissing, not proofread

word count: 1317

masterlist; valentines special; outer banks masterlist

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Ever since you could remember you’ve loved baking. If you had the chance to bake for any event or any pastime you would do so.

So when you didn’t have a Valentines and you found out neither did you best friend Rafe Cameron the both of you agreed to spend it together, as just friends. As soon as your plans with Rafe had been set in stone you started figuring out recipes to make for Valentine’s day.

The two of you agrees to spend the day together at the Camerons house, having a movie night and maybe some games like the two of you do a lot already.

The day of Valentines Rafe insisted he would pick you up so now that you were waiting on him to show up you were packaging your sweet treats into cute pink boxes. You then hear a horn come from the outside of your house so you let out an excited squeal, grabbed your purse, gathered the boxes of sweets into a large tote bag and walked out of the house.

Rafe was dressed in a pair of gray sweatpants and a black shirt while you were dressed in a a matching pajama set that had a pattern of hearts covering it.

When you walked out you looked Rafe up and down, he was dressed comfy and causal. You saw him in this element a lot, but that would never stop you from absolutely drooling on the inside.

“look at you, and what do you got there” Rafe calls out, leaning off of the car and walking over to you to give you a hug.

“a surprise” you mumble into his shoulder. When the two of you pull away you guys walk to the passenger side and he opens the door for you, but not before trying to peak into the bag. You pull an offended expression and smack the back of his head gently “no peaking!” you say

“ow woman! Fine, fine no peaking!” he exclaims, dramatically taking his hand to the back of his head and rubbing where you hit him. You wrong your eyes at his dramatics while he walks back over to the drivers side and gets in. “you look cute” Rage tells you, starting the car back up and pulling out of your driveway.

You look over at him with a bright smile “thank you!” you reply happily.

One your way to the Camerons, Rafe had stopped and gotten you guys some food to eat for dinner and then headed back to the house.

Time had passed and the two of you have already ate dinner and watched a movie, now the two of you were moving on to playing games. “so are you ever going to tell me what you brought?” Rafe groans, flopping his head down onto your lap.

You smile down at him and tap his face, signaling for him to get up. “come on” you tell him, your voice filled with excitement as you get up. Without the even noticing Rafe laced his hand with yours as the two of you walk towards the kitchen. You grab your tote bag and take out the boxes of sweets, setting them onto the counter in front of you guys.

“I made us dessert, but they’re all heart shaped because it’s Valentine’s day.” you tell him happy, looking up at him to find her was already looking at you.

He knew you loved baking and you had baked for him plenty of times before but for some reason this time felt different, even though it wasn’t all just for him. “Wanna explain the desserts to me, sweetheart?” he asks, giving you a smile

you nod and look back down at the sweets you made, unable to contain your smile. You point to the first box “these are strawberry cinnamon rolls” you point to the second box “these are brownies” and lastly you point to the third box “and these are churros, I know they’re your favorite.” you tell him, looking up at him with a proud smile, secretly hoping he would like it.

His hand reaches out and gently grasps the box “you remembered my favorite?” he asks softly, looking down at the box of sweets.

You furrow you eyebrows and tilt your head “course I did” you respond. “now come on, lets eat!” you say happily, going towards the cabinets and grabbing plates and cups. You give yourself and Rafe one of each snack on your plates as well as filling your respected cups with milk to wash down the sweetness. You also made Rafe rate each dessert out of ten.

“Rafe, you cant give everything a 10/10, gotta be honest” you complain, taking a bite of your brownie

“I am being honest sweetheart” he insist

“fine” you give up

Rafe then lifts his arm and feeds you a bite of his strawberry cinnamon roll you made. Your smile gets bigger when you notice the action and you lean forward so he could feed it to you easier.

“you know.. you’re the best person in my life, y/n”

You look over at him in surprise. You knew that Rafe didn’t have many people in his corner, he had you, Barry, and sometimes Wheezie but hearing those words come out of his mouth caused a spark to circuit through your heart. It made your heart race and your temperature rise. “really?” you ask quietly, looking over at him with a smile and hopeful eyes.

The boy lets out a scoff of a laugh as he looks at you “of course. You’re the best thing thats ever happened to me, don’t know what I’d do without you, probably go insane” he admits to you

“Well if it makes you feel any better, I feel the same way. And I am absolutely certain I would go insane without you” you admittedly respond.

The two of you stare at one another for a moment. There were beautiful happy smiles on each of your faces and the room was silent, there was a sparkle in your eyes that was only seen when you would talk to each other, a sparkling that everyone but you guys saw.

The silence amongst the two of you is cut off when you suddenly feel lips on yours. Rafe had kissed you.

When you don’t respond immediately Rafe pulls back, his expression guarded and hurt “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that” he tells you but you couldn’t process a word of what he said

“why did you do it?” you ask in a whisper, emphasizing the ‘did’ as you look up at him with soft twinkling eyes.

“I just- I love you, like I’m in love with you but its fine if you don’ts feel the same I get it and I know I shouldn’t have kissed-

Rafe rambles but is cut off when you lean forward and attach your lips with his. He stills for a split second but quickly catches himself, he kisses you back intensely. He kisses you like he would never get the chance again, his lips weren’t necessarily soft but they weren’t chapped and he tasted like sugar and cinnamon.

When you kissed him Rafe thought he was going to have a heart attack, your lips were soft and sweet. Your kisses were passionate and loving, you held the side of his face like you cared because you did which is something he wasn’t use to. Now that he had your lips on his he knew he could never go back.

The two of you pull away and lean your foreheads together, his hands on your waist and yours on his face. The both of you looking at each other with raw emotion of love “Im in love with you too, yknow” you whisper and he couldn’t help but bring you into another breathless kiss.

a/n: idk how I feel about this but i’m still sick

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Who’s your valentine? @/cafekitsune banner

And the spinner says….

Idia + getting sick + quality time

“Hey… I know how this looks.”

The cabinets clatter violently with how you scramble against the wood- Veggies, boullion, and way too much water go in the pot. You hope he tastes the anger.

“Glad you’re self aware, Casper!”

“The friendly ghost?? Mid reference.”

The ‘how to not murder your boyfriend’ council in your head is screaming at him to shut up already, but you kind of want him to keep going. Just to watch him talk himself into a corner, like your shit-stirrer so often does. The least he could is entertain you after this royal betrayal,,

If there’s anything you regret about tonight, it’s not hating Idia more (not that you do hate him, but everyone can sympathize with a little trouble in paradise!). It doesn’t matter anymore if it was a work function or family dinner- He promised to go, and now even his immune system’s flaking!

The half-hate soup simmers in the background while your true crime show is playing ‘FBI torture: not clickbait!’ as a duet to Idia’s shakey sneezes.. God, you’re mean. He doesn’t even like this show, he’s just compliant enough to sit in on it! Because he likes you!! “Dinner’s ready.”

There’s something special about the way he looks up at you- His hair pools in a waterfall down his hunched back after jailbreaking from a low pony that you gave him, and his little sickie nose twitches at the warmth… He’s way too cute to stay mad at!! The hot spoon full of fresh soup presses faithfully against his lips, and you’re soon to realize that he’s never looked guiltier.

“You good, babe?”

“UH. um. Never better, babyface..? This soup’s totally meta, YEAH, that’s it! Just thinking about soup!”

“It’s not that good! But I’m not here to yuck your yum, let’s get you better. Love you.”

“Yup! That too,,”

. Cheezy catchphrases and emote sound effects blare from your surround-sound system (Ids insisted on on the thing, and you’re weak to begging), echoing off the comparatively bare boned living room setup. One thing you convinced Idia to do was drag all his gaming into the living room “to share” (you’re hardly allowed to touch anything, much less any guests) you just couldn’t ever sell him on the “normal” knickknacks, barely avoiding anime figures for decor.

He’d only half persuaded you into starting this rpg- All the fantastical races and classes usually melt together whenever mods come into play, but you’re really starting to enjoy yourself! You’re so invested in the current dialogue that you almost don’t notice a boyfriend-shaped beartrap wrap around your arm. Almost.

“Idia, are you sure everything’s okay?”

He forces out a weak ‘m sorry, and the game’s forgotten pretty quickly to start loving on him (great! Now you have to catch up later), you lavish kisses all over his face, mumbling pet names into his sensitive ears- Avoiding his crusted nose and making your way to his neck before he shoves a palm in your face with a little too much force. It’s not like you can get away with all his weight piled up on your thigh, that’s just rude!

“I’M FAKING!”

what

“What?? There’s no way you’re faking this, how dumb do you think I am?”

“It’s stupid. I licked a Petri dish at work so we wouldn’t go out. I’m super sorry!”

Before you know it, you’re giggling uncontrollably at the mental image of Idia licking a Petri dish, and running away- Leaving only licks as evidence. He is HORRIFIED. Maybe this is your murder giggle?? Regardless of whatever he’s thinking, the grip on your arm gets tighter, and he joins you with a couple entertained huffs.

“SHUT UP, YOU DIDNT! You’re the funniest guy I know! Next time, just let me know when you want to stay in. I’m pretty slippery when I want to be :),”

“Really?”

“Really. Either way, it was a good Valentine’s Day. Are you up for icecream?”

“Sure! And, uh,, happy Valentine’s Day. Ilyt.”