#lemme know if yall wanna be on the taglist

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

dinner prep engagement ♡

a/n : aaaand its finally here, the final part of the ring pop proposal miniseries after decades !!!! im sorry it took me so long to write this final part yall, i just finally felt enough inspo to write it and im super happy w how it came out ! i hope yall do too ! lemme know if you wanna be added to the taglist ! much luv xx

fem reader, literally pure fluff between mama n son, katsuki gets emotional very quickly bc i believe he does and you cannot make me think otherwise, a lil emotional but pure sweetness, mentions of making dinner, lmk if i missed sum else !!

this time, mitsuki has no idea what her son is planning. sure she’s had her hopes for years now, and her suspicions, but nothing truly concrete.

that is, until she gets a call in the middle of the night.

"katsuki..hello ?" she answers groggily, heaving a sigh and rubbing at her eyes. she checks next to her to make sure she hasn't woken her husband up, her eyes dart over to her digital clock " 'ts one in the morning."

"uh..hey." her son's gruff voice sounds over the phone, she raises a brow at his hesitant tone of voice, but she let's him continue "yeah, i know. sorry.." he mumbles out.

the older woman shakes her head affectionately "it's fine..is there something you wanted to talk about ?"

it's silent on the other end for a while until katsuki mumbles something. "katsuki, you know i can't hear you if you don't speak up." she scolds lightly, causing him to growl under his breath.

"not..not right now, no--just..can i come over tomorrow ?"

taking in her silence for hesitance he continues " it's nothin' bad..i just--feel like it's something i needa say face to face, i guess.."

"okay..yeah, of course. you know you can come over whenever you want." she urges "is yn comin' along ?"

"no, she isn't." she can practically hear his eye roll and it makes her smirk "she'll be busy tomorrow anyway so, not this time. i'll tell her you said hello though, since you're always tellin' me to."

she's about to retort when katsuki speaks again, only not to her. she hears what she knows is your voice quietly chatting with him as he reassures you that he'll be right there with you and for you to go back to bed. the soft tone in his voice makes her eyes soften.

never could she ever have imagined her katsuki ever speaking so softly to anyone, because her katsuki is, despite having calmed down over the years, still quite the brat. (she's pretty sure she knows where he gets it from now..) he's still temperamental when interviewers and journalists get on his nerves. he's still awfully moody , but he's different now. he's just a little bit gentler with the way he handles kids or older women who's cats have gotten stuck in trees. complaining that this isn't his damn job but still doing it anyway with utmost care as the kitties sink their sharp claws into his skin or cling to him for warmth.

he's a still a little rough around the edges but it's the thought that counts. he's different than when he was younger, but he still is the most different with you. his rough and gruff voice that he uses to bark out orders and complain, complain, complain, he uses so softly around you, keeping you as calm and sleepy as possible. it's not perfect, but he manages to usher you back to your room to sleep, and that makes the thought count so much more.

"m'gonna go now." he warns, his mother hums in agreement, telling him she'll see him tomorrow and he reciprocates the goodbye.

"night, ma."

"night, kiddo." she grins, a happy sigh leaving her when she hangs up the call and lays back down. cozying herself up next to her husband.

she's had her suspicions and her hopes for a while now, but she can't be too sure what her son could possibly want from her tomorrow.

katsuki comes back home like he's never left.

the day goes like any other day would've went a few years ago when he was still living in the family home. mitsuki almost expects her son to run off upstairs to do his homework.

he greets his dad with a half hug, and is forced into a tight embrace by his mother, which he grumbles about. grumbles turning into a growl when she grips his cheek, scolding him for not greeting his mother properly.

it's a lot of catching up from the few months he's been busy with hero work. talking about his latests achievements and his quick climbing of the hero ranks, accompanied with barely suppressed smiles and softened eyes when you're brought up. mitsuki remembers how nervous he'd been when he'd told her he was planning on asking you to move in with him, so she's happy to hear from the both of you, since she has your number and you like to catch up every now and then, that everything was going well. though she already knew it would.

katsuki volunteered to help with dinner, his mother happily agreeing saying she could use some help. it makes her a little bit nostalgic and she wills herself not to get teary eyed at how much her son has grown.

but she sees that the opportunity has presented itself to bring up the topic that's been on the tip of her tongue the entire day now.

"so.." she sings "you wanted to talk about something, right ?"

katsuki stiffens like he'd forgotten, although his expression stays the same besides the slight squint of his eyes. the rhythmic cutting of vegetables has stopped and it takes him a moment before he speaks quietly like he's revealing a secret.

"i wanna ask yn to marry me."

oh.

so that was it.

"oh." she breathes immediately. a broad smile slowly grows onto her face and she beams "took you long enough, ya brat !" she exclaims, slapping her sons muscular arm. he growls lowly at her, leaning away from her though she remains undeterred. poking at his sides while he tries to smack her hands away.

finally, she relents "when are you gonna ask ?" she asks excitedly. katsuki huffs, eyebrows still heavily furrowed from her earlier attack. he turns back to the cutting board "soon. i arranged my schedule and we'll both be free, so in two weeks from now."

"you already have a ring ?"

he grunts in agreement. and mitsuki besides being proud of the fact her hunch was right, feels her heart warms at the burst of nostalgia of her little boy. her katsuki, kicking his feet in the backseat of her car. tightly gripping his bag of ring pop candies he'd give to you the next day. her little katsuki, who'd proudly claimed he was going to marry you when he grew up in that very same car, exclaiming that he'd proposed to you with those very same candies he'd almost had a tantrum over her not getting.

her little boy, who'd gotten oh so big, and so, so much more enamoured with you.

"good." she utters sweetly, voice just a bit wobbly "good. that's great, katsuki."

he nods to himself " i've thought about it for a while now..long while." he scoffs to himself, eyes focused on the cutting board in front of him. "got the whole day planned out too."

"yeah ?" he nods. her eyes soften as he speaks mostly to himself, he's had this little self hype up habit ever since he was a boy. trying to calm himself down and reassure himself. it's a smart move, but as strong and mature as he is, katsuki is nothing more than human. and anxieties can creep up on the best of us.

she's seen it before, and she sees it again when he bites his bottom lip in thought, and she smiles softly.

and again, she coaxes him into it " that sounds nice, looks like you got it all planned out, huh?"

and he nods again. but it doesn't take him, long before he breaks.

"..what if she says no ?"

and mitsuki wants to laugh. she really does, because the thought of you ever saying no to him sounds absolutely ridiculous to her. she snorts. shaking her head while her son looks at her incredulously.

"katsuki.." she tuts, chuckling to herself before she looks up at him. "you've got absolutely nothing to worry about. you've got it."

his eyes widen, then her son's expression drops as he raises a brow "how do you know that ?" his words make her smile widen this much more and she really wants to laugh.

how does she know. she scoffs

she knows because she knows him. she knows her katsuki better than anyone else, he's her son. she knows he's rude, rowdy, quipy, temperamental and everything else. he's all of that and so much more.

and yet you still love him. you're still so incredibly patient with him, you still offer him all of your kindness despite him once confessing to her he doesn't understand how you do. despite all of the times he's messed up, the times he's fallen down, you stay by his side you care for him, you care about him.

she knows her katsuki is absolutely infatuated with you, he always has been. from tantrums about being separated in class and knowing your favourite ice cream flavour to him being overly protective over you when you were paired up with your lab partner that ended up not being him and to him wearing the stupid stuffy tux mitsuki tailor made for him to take you to prom.

you've always been his number one best friend, but he's always been yours as well : he loves you, but you love him just as much.

and so mitsuki smiles "call it mother's intuition. and, not to brag, but i think most of my hunches have been right by now" and it widens when katsuki scoffs and rolls his eyes at her boasting, another bratty little habit he has that he's practically mastered over the years. she sighs, spreading her arms out towards him "well come over here. you've gone and gotten so damn tall, i can't reach you myself !" her son rolls his eyes again, but he scoffs softly to himself and with a shake of his head, he closes the distance and hunches over to hug his mother. she wraps her arms around him tightly and he grumbles when she squeezes but he doesn't try to get away.

"there's nothing for you to worry about, katsuki. absolutely nothing." she repeats, rubbing his back. "you love each other, and that's more than enough. just be yourself, it's been working out for you this far..somehow." she jests. katsuki scoffs indignantly but they both end up chuckling about it. after a few more seconds they pull away and mitsuki pats her son's chest with a sniffle. right on top of his heart that she knows, she's seen, has gone through oh so much.

but still remained entirely yours throughout all the years and still so so so enamoured with you.

gripping onto his shoulders, she whispers "you got this." the glossiness in his eyes is impossible to miss, he's always cried very easily. but she guesses she mirrors his expression exactly. her son is the spitting image of her after all. she places a hand on his cheek and he leans into it.

"thanks, ma" he whispers sincerely. and mitsuki feels her heart soar.

"any time."

during dinner, katsuki announces the news to his father. who after getting over his shock immediately wraps his son into a hug. congratulating him and encouraging him with teary eyes, she knows where katsuki gets that from, before they all settle down to have dinner before katsuki leaves a few hours later. waving off his mother's insistence to pass you a greeting with a grumbled acknowledgement.

she shakes her head as her and her husband watch him drive off but her heart is full of pride.

"we raised a killer son didn't we ?" she giggles looking back at masaru, who agrees with a smile as they share a laugh.

and the next time you both come over, you're giddy. unable to keep your excitement in check as you keep excitedly looking back at katsuki, who finally relents with an affectionate sigh and you happily show off you're ringed finger with a squeal.

mitsuki squeals right back, wrapping you up in the tightest bear hug she could. masaru takes his turn hugging you, sweetly congratulating you both. of course, they'll tell you they both new in advance, but that was all for later.

sure, she didn't know what her son was planning in advance, but she had her hunches and her funny feeling from all those years ago that you'd be sticking around. she guesses it's good enough that she was the first to be told.

she sends her son a proud and teasing smile when they make eye contact. he rolls his eyes, but the smile on his face doesn't fade as he watches you talk with his father. she doesn't have to say a single word for him to know what she's saying.

i told you so.

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[braxlrose]

DOM 2023 TOM KAULITZ PLEASE

a/n: ngl you guys, im really getting into 2023 tom like romantically. bc obviously yall know im not a fan of player tom, but him now 😜 he's my boo thang fr too bad im not a granny

cw: humiliation, degradation, bondage, doggy style, face fucking, oral (m!recieving), teasing, clit slapping, vibrators

dom modern!tom hcs

-now 2023 tom and 2000s tom sexually, don't have that big of a difference. but I do think he's a lot more intimate now and possessive in bed

-if you guys are doing it doggy style, he likes it a couple different ways. if hes feeling more romantic and loving, he'll be leaned down over you, his chest to your back, kissing your neck and shoulder, whispering sweet nothings in you ear

"you look so beautiful, baby.."

"taking me so well, schatz..always been so perfect for me."

"look how pretty you are"

"lemme make you feel good, sweetie"

-but if he's feeling more possessive and horny he'll be manhandling you, have you face down into a pillow w/ your ass up, his hands on your hips, just pounding into you.

-bonus points if you guys are doing this in front of a mirror and he makes you watch yourself + if you put your face down back into the bed or look away he'll tug and pull your hair forcing you to look at yourself taking his cock

"fuckkk..letting me use this pussy, you just love being a little slut f'me, don't you..?"

"Nuh uh uh...you gotta look at yourself, pretty baby. gotta watch how slutty your little pussy is..taking my big, fat cock."

"come on, touch yourself and don't stop until I say so...wanna see that pretty pussy cum f'me.."

"I don't know if it'll fit, schatzi...your dumb little pussy might not be able to take it."

-huge tease

-before putting it in, he'll rub his tip around for a bit. not his fault your whines are so pretty..

-slaps your clit if you don't answer him or his questions

-loves using a vibrator on you and then turning it off to edge you if you've been bratty

-interlocks his fingers w/ yours when you two are having sex. doesn't matter if it's rough or soft sex, he can't help it. it makes him happy

-like bill, if you two are doing something more rough or new (or just sex in general) he makes sure to have a safe word if you ever wanna tap out

-he honestly feels awful when you use your safe word. not because you used your safe word but because he knows he pushed you too far and should've asked if you were okay more often or something. second guesses himself until you pull him in for a hug and hold onto him while you're shaking

-he's amazing at aftercare. he wants you to know how much he loves and cherishes you and make you feel safe. he also goes an extra mile if degradation was added into the mix

-he kisses your entire body after sex

-he carries you around after rough sex so you don't have to walk

-he massages your legs after sex too

-he loves cowgirl because you just look so sexy up on top of him and he still gets to be in charge even though you're the one on top

-face fucks you when you're sucking him off if he gets impatient either because you're going too slow or something else

-takes his belt off and ties your wrists w/ it sometimes

-shoves his tongue down your throat when he's about to climax

I WILL BE WRITING MORE 2023 TOM YOU GUYS DW

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[bamber344]

Project Genesis MASTERLIST

(art by denser.trashier on instagram)

Project Genesis is a superhero living weapon whump series about an ""amnesiac"" superhero who was nursed back to health and trained by her supposed 'Father' to become an efficient and ruthless criminal-catching machine for the police, and a weapon to further her benefactor's desires. Only, as she is given more and more freedom in the outside world for the sake of Father's mission, Jordyn begins realising that her origin might not be as clear-cut as it was made out to be.

Featuring many lesbians, sad women, manipulative old men, god-like eldritch beings, unethical science, probably a few identity crises, a confusing definition of the word 'sister,' and one very unfortunate ghost, haunting the whole thing.

(i wish i could tell yall what this concept is really about but i don't wanna spoil the reveal :< )

(crossposted on Royal Road and Scribblehub)

Prologue Prologue - Birth

Whumpee intro/Jordyn's Training arc Jordyn's Training, part 1: The First Mistake Jordyn's Training, part 2: Questions Jordyn's Training, part 3: Final Exam Jordyn's Training, part 4: Deployment

Deployment Day mini-arc Till Death Did Us Part Behind The Curtains Mindfuck

Streets of Tombguard arc The Cost Of Negligence Cracks In The Façade Invested In Your Success A Day In The Life Of Vivienne Matthews Birds Of A Feather Secrets Below The Precinct Subject G-5: 'Magpie' Consequences An Olive Branch

Heroes' Union arc Welcome To The Heroes' Union Culture Shock Human Connection Home Is Where The Heart Is New Beginnings Memories From A Past Life Bonus scene: The Heart Wants, But The Mind Knows Better (Vividyn bathing scene) Identity Crisis The Truth

Interlude: Andreas de Vygon The Humiliation Of Servitude

Escape arc The New Normal Cat And Mouse Any Means Necessary Everyone Needs A Little R&R Breaking Point Resolution Within Sight

taglist: @steelandblood@sapphicwhump @urnumber1star

(lemme know if you wanna be added ;) )

[thesupreme316]

i’m back! how would aew boys react to reader having a bianca moment she has a mystery opponent they come out and beat her in a couple seconds https://youtu.be/XvblHAfgCwo

i’m bad at explaining if you can can you add Kenny Omega

AEW Stars React: You Losing Your Championship Within a Minute

Pairings: MJF x Fem!Reader, Kenny Omega x Fem!Reader, Ricky Starks x Fem!Reader, Darius Martin x Fem!Reader, Hook x Fem!Reader, Eddie Kingston x Fem!Reader, Christian Cage x Fem!Reader, Daniel Garcia x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1K

Supreme Speaks: thanks to @cassie0sstuff for requesting this (i always love your requests). I still have a lot of requests so Imma try my best to release 2 or 3 things tomorrow. umm thanks for supporting me and reading my crazy thoughs. please remember that you are loved and appreciated.

Warnings: "mature language", mentions of bribery and my sugar daddy Christian Cage

Taglist (if yall wanna join, lemme know): @hooks-martin @wwenhlimagines @cassie0sstuff @hookerforhook @eddie-kingstons-wifey @triscillal @sheinthatfandom

Even though you can click on this link, imma elaborate:

After what happened, you sat up in the ring in disbelief

You were mad at the lack of communication, mad at the unwanted surprise

But you were mainly mad at yourself for not seeing this earlier

You were just overall really upset at the entire situation

But if you were feeling this way, imagine how your significant other/best friend felt…

Kenny Omega

THIS MAN WOULD FEEL SOME TYPE OF WAY

Immediately asks who signed off on this and who didn’t tell you

“I swear to god that I didn’t know. But whoever did, better pray that I don’t kick their ass.”

Is upset that this decision was made without his input

Would def be heartbroken after seeing your pouting face

Immediately hugs you telling you that he’s sorry and that you’ll get your rematch soon

After comforting you, he goes into executive producer mode and tries to figure out how to give you a decent rematch where everything makes sense and has meaning

Promises you that you’ll get the match that you deserve (might fight Tony tbh…me too, I wanna fight Tony)

Eddie Kingston

It took everything in him not to run out to the ring and kick your opponent’s ass

But he didn’t…instead he linked everything back to his enemies

I think he would see this situation as people trying to hurt him through you (or you paying for his words/actions)

“Doll, I’m sorry that some people are literally out to get you for stupid shit. But I promise that I will help you get your championship back.”

Immediately hugs you while you try to calm down

Just like any situation where you are in danger/or upset, he’ll take this very personally

Will help you in your rematch by any means

Shit..because Eddie is a ride or die, he might put his title on the line for yours

Darius Martin

BABY BOY IS DISTRAUGHT FOR YOU

Runs down to the ring and comforts you while you look on in disbelief

He hugs you, whispers sweet comforting words to you

Promises that you will become champion again

“Listen, they don’t deserve it. But you do and because of that, you will become champion again.”

Hypes you up and is glad to be a part of your revenge plan

Does anything you ask, as long as he’s helping

Is ringside for your rematch and stops other people from interfering with your match

Daniel Garcia

So….SINCE THIS MAN IS FREE FROM THE SHACKLES AND CHAINS OF THE JAS

He has found his humility

After making sure you’re okay, he tries to go after them; but you stop him out of exhaustion

Now, he’s concerned about making sure your mental health is okay (as this is nerve-wracking)

Mans gets on the mic a week later ripping into your opponents in your absence

“Y/N made that championship, not the other way around. She didn’t need to be a whining, cowardly bitch to get it.”

I think Daniel would try his best to help you get inside of your opponent’s head (one good thing he learned from the JAS)

Will post on social media your merch, promos, and pictures (especially when your opponent posts something else)

“Anyways, stan Y/N”

Christian Cage

He’s suing everyone in sight (my hero)

Your opponent? Sued. The referee? sued. Tony Kahn? He is now in debt to Christian.

I think he would use his smart and manipulation tactics to really get the championship

You didn’t even have to ask him, he just did it for you

“Don’t worry sweetheart, everything is gonna be alright.”

Makes your opponent sign a contract that is in your huge favor

Then makes Luchasuarus choke slam them; you cover them (all within 5 seconds)

You win and now you and Christian roam around the locker room flaunting your championships

Hook

Hook mad? No, no, no. Mans is pissed

I think this along with what’s happening with Jack Perry has really sent him over the rails

He’s kicking everyone in sight, slapping people, throwing the security over the barricade

Tries to suplex your opponent but Jack stops him (which leads to a chase around the arena)

“That bastard can’t run for long. And your coward for an opponent won’t be able to defend that championship when we’re done with them.”

This leads to a tag match between you/Hook vs. your opponent/Jack

You got your lick back (best believe it)

You and Hook won your titles back within a match (a first in AEW history)

Ricky Starks

Mans in disbelief

Someone shut his mouth before he catches flies (god forbid he’s in his heel era cause everyone would be flamed)

I think he would be genuinely pissed off to the point where you couldn’t even calm him down

Immediately goes on a rant on the mic

“First, this company screws me over. Now it’s Y/N? Y’all have really fucked up! Are you lopsided, cross-eyed, inbred people just bored?”

….don’t argue with me, I can see him saying it…

Since he’s suspended, he manages you and you come back with a new attitude

After some “cheating” (Ricky calls it guaranteeing a victory), you win your championship back

Ricky’s there; just smiling and feels great that he was able to help you gain something back that meant so much to you

MJF:

Mans straight up buys it back

No, deadass, that’s it

He’s done with taking the higher road with certain shit/people so he goes back to bribing

Max literally just keeps upping the price

“I know that your poor, stank asses need more than 100 dollars so how about 1,000 dollars? Maybe you can buy some soap.”

After buying the belt and the reign, he throws you a coronation where he proclaims you the queen of the women’s division

Dares anyone to say otherwise

He also renegotiates your contract which strictly prohibits matches that you are not prepared for/made aware of

“I just wanna look out for you. Since this dumbass company can’t.”

[luvsforloak]

Cuddles (modern au)

pairing: (basketball player) Lo'ak x fem!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: no warnings

summary: y/n is tired from all the studying and waits for Lo'ak to come home from basketball practice.

words: 355 (im so sorry help)

taglist: @downbadforloak

a/n: it took tbh so much time to come up with this idea, its kinda embarrassing. but it was fun to write, if yall have more ideas lemme know

It was about 9pm at night and you were busy studying for your exams coming up. Even though it was only 9 you were really tired because of all of the studying. The only thing you wanted to do tonight was lay in Lo’aks arms and fall asleep. Sadly he was at basketball practice. 

You were sitting at your desk looking out the window, waiting for Lo’ak to return. You slowly laid your head down on your desk, but you forgot that your laptop was laying right there, with a biology video open on youtube that you needed to help you study. Your head fell on your laptop, right at the spacebar causing the video to continue. You immediately jumped up from the scare, “oh shit…” you said while rubbing your eyes. 

You decided to just go lay on the couch waiting for Lo’ak to return. While flopping on the couch you grabbed the tv remote and put on some netflix. You didn’t wanna fall asleep yet, but you were so tired, you immediately closed your eyes and drifted to sleep. 

“Hey babe i’m back.” Lo’ak said walking into your dorm room, “oh fuck ur asleep” he whispered to himself while putting his sports bag on the ground. He tippy-toed to the couch trying not to wake you. “Hmm…” you mumbled quietly in your sleep. He grabbed a blanket and put it over you while he sat next to you on the couch. You were curled up in a little ball, so he fitted perfectly next to you.

“Oh hey Lo’ak, how was practice?” you asked slowly sitting up, “it was good, I’m sorry that im late, it’s just my c-” he couldn't even finish his sentence, “no. no. no. don't apologise. It’s fine” you laid your head on his shoulder snuggling in his arms. “Can you maybe help me study tomorrow? It’s just all so difficult and I don't understand anything” you asked him yawning as if you were about to fall asleep. “Ofcourse baby, I’m not really smarter then you, but we can try” he said laughing a little bit. “Goodnight Y/n”

[the-real-agatha-harkness]

Taglist?!

hi guys :3

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SO

IF YOU WANNA BE TAGGED IN POSTS I MAKE ABT @bird-girl-ali LEMME KNOW HERE OR IN DMS

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ILL POST LIKE OUTFITS THEY'D WEAR AND LIKE LORE SHIT AND SONGS THEYD LIKE

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[miniatureketchupbottles]

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[luvistqrzzz]

THE ACCIDENTAL POLAROID- 20::: Love, Y/N ( written::: 0.47K )

( warnings::: none )

This was a bad idea. This was the worst out of the bad ideas you've ever had but there you were again finding your way to Heeseung's locker, an envelope clutched in your hand.

You didn't know what putting "things right" meant but all you wanted was to apologize to him and after what he had said, talking to him face-to-face might just make matters worse (also sending letters was romantic and you were a coward). Needless to say, you had cursed yourself a countless times for your actions that day.

When you reached the locker, you quickly looked around your surroundings to check for any signs of him before slipping it past the slot and, quite literally, sprinting away in the opposite direction to hide behind a pillar.

After a while of waiting, you saw Heeseung approach from the distance. Your stomach did a sudden flip at his sight.

Now, the said boy was living in much the same dilemma, of how to walk up to you and kiss you talk to you. At least his friends had been successful on putting some sense into him.

Heeseung opened the locker only to find a big creme coloured envelope inside. He furrowed his eyebrows before opening it.

Inside it was a polaroid, tucked safely along with a letter. He took in a sharp breath. The polaroid of yours he took months ago. Your face bent down, a small pretty smile grazing your face.

Dear Heeseung or should i say 'mr.H'?,

So i kinda figured out you'll be the only who sent me this polaroid, im not wrong right? Cuz you have terrible photography skills! Im kinda sad that it's already fading :( i cant believe that it was one damned polaroid that lead me to you. But i wouldn't have it any other way

Moving on, lemme get straight to the point. Im sorry for what i did and im also sorry for being a coward and not being able to tell you this personally (also i figured you wouldn't wanna talk to me). Nothing can compare to what i did that day... and s*ngh**n told me that b4 i kissed him, i said that i missed you. Yes, you, Lee Heeseung. And ik our relation wont prolly get back to normal but i hope you accept my apology... its okay if you don't forgive me, now or ever.

But in the end, i like you heeseung. A lot. And i wish we could take more polaroids like this one, i wish we could document our lives in polaroids and when we get old we'll see those fading pieces of paper and laugh at ourselves.

- Love, Y/N.

From your crouched position behind the pillar you saw as Heeseung folded the paper and stalked the other way. It meant nothing, he was just walking away but why did you then feel your heart sink?

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SUMMARY- Lee Heeseung doesn't believe in love at first sight but what happens when he accidentally clicks a polaroid of a girl at the local diner? A girl he can't seem to get out of his mind.

Will he be able to return you the polaroid or will love follow him along the way?

GENRE- smau with written parts, college!au, strangers to lovers, fluff, crack, angst (veryyy slight), slight love triangle

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AN- enjoy the cliffhanger my loves 😘... also if yall want pls vote whether yall will prefer love theory ( summary ) to be a smau here! 🙏🏼

[bearr02]

Sooooooooo new part for a fic (or series)..

Lemme know which member you would like to see in this story, I put M/n for Member name so you guys could choose whichever :).

Small summary: You and M/n dated for 2 years in high school, but fell out of touch halfway through your first year of college. One day, you saw him at a bar and you started talking again. One thing lead to another, and you started seeing each other. One very important detail he forgot to mention, however, was he was engaged to someone.

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The door slams open, a woman storming into the room. “M/n! What the fuck?!” She screams. M/n quickly pulls out and stands up, covering you with the blanket quickly before turning to her. “Chae, I promise it’s not what it looks like.” He walks over to her, trying to grab her hand.

“Like hell it isn’t what it looks like!” She slaps him before storming over to you, ripping you out of the bed by your hair.

You cry out in pain, your nails digging into her wrists. “Chae, stop!” M/n pulls her away, separating her from you. “So you’re gonna back her?! Over your own fiancé?!” She screams, hitting his chest.

He hesitates, unsure what to say. “You’re such a dick!” She shoves him, trying to get to you.

“Y/n, get out.” He turns to you, his voice colder than you’ve ever heard it. You can’t help but feel hurt that he picked her over you.

You know it’s selfish and fucked up to hope he’d pick you over his fiancé, but you thought he loved you. He told you he loved you.

“I said get out!” He shouts when you don’t move. You flinch, finally getting off of the floor, your body shaking slightly.

You hurriedly grab your clothes trying to put them on to no use, M/n pushing you out of the room.

You trip over your own feet, leaning against the wall for support as you look behind you at the man you truly thought you knew.

There’s a coldness in his eyes you’ve never seen before, and it scares you. It feels like the M/n you knew is gone.

You quickly turn back around, feeling the tears spring into your eyes. You pull on your dress as you walk, not wanting to walk the streets naked.

You leave their house silently, sniffling as you walk down their driveway, pulling out your phone to look up directions to your house.

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Thoughts?

I’ll make a separate post for you to choose the member here. :)

Ignore that one (or don’t), I’m making a new one because pretty much everyone’s picking the “I just wanna see the answers” 😀

Sooo, Yoongi and Jungkook both won, so I made yet another poll (this is taking forever 🥲) for yall to pick between the two

Permanent taglist (open):

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[lucy-frostblade]

for people on my taglist only

cus i have a lot of things i wanna post but i dont want to annoy anyone with the frequency of being tagged in my posts so whats the rough estimate for yall?

(also if u want to see more art lemme know and i can add u)

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[overflowingteacupoflove]

warnings/ extras : Blood, cuts (not sh just to clarify), crying, somebody DEFINITELY hurt Bunny in the past... Bunny!Reader, Fox!Chris

Chris was streaming and you were downstairs baking, as usual, you're humming as you moving around the kitchen, dancing around and putting the muffins into the oven. You set them to bake and grab a glass, hands still slightly oily from coating the muffin tins, and the glass falls onto the floor. You jump back from the noise, and the fact that chris mightve heard it, more than the fact you just dropped the glass, bending down to pick up the large chunks.

Chris didn't hear the glass break, the music in his headphones too loud to really hear anything, but the chat did. The chat spams

'what was that?'

'Chris smtn broke'

'is your girl okay?'

'DUDE GO DOWNSTAIRS.'

So he does. "Hold on chat. Yall are saying something wrong with Bunny, I'll be right back." He knocks off his headphones and stands up to go downstairs, pausing the stream quickly. "Bunny? You okay?" He calls out from the bottom of the stairs, quickly walking up them.

You're in the kitchen, running You're hand under some water, face scrunched up in a wince as water pours into the gash on your palm. You jump when you hear Chris call you and you turn the water off, grab a broom, and are sweeping up the glass faster than Chris can even notice it. "'M sorry I didn't mean to drop the glass, I swear, I didn't mean too." Your hand burns from the hold you have on the broom handle, more blood pouring out.

"Baby, what happened? How'd you even drop the glass? Lemme look at your hand. Just leave the glass for a second and c'mere." He's asking question after question until he realizes that it's not helping and his just stressing you out more, tears slipping down your face, and he soothes you.

He grabs the broom,prying your shaky hands off of it gently, and puts it off to the side. "Why didn't you come get me? that cut looks bad." His voice is soft as he leads you into the bathroom, grabbing a first aid kit and grabbing the needed supplies. "I didn't wanna bother you. I didn't want you to be mad at me." Your voice is a whisper and you sniffle, the sound filling the mostly quiet room, the only other sound being Chris opening up a bandage.

"Why would I be mad at you? I'd never be mad at you for dropping something, its just a silly glass we can buy new ones." You shrug and he applies a cream to your cut before securing a band-aid on it. "There we go. You wanna come sit with me on stream?" You nod as you wipe away your tears and he softly smiles "Okay." He presses a kiss to the band-aid before patting your knee and standing up to go back downstairs.

a pr3ttyf4wn scroll ☆

taglist ☆ @chrispotatos @venusiers @mommykinks4matt @cherib3lla

@jetaimevous @slxt4chriss @hrtsdollie @cup1dsd3ad @raesalvatore

@pearlzier

a/n : little bit of bunny lore for yall....but not really cause we don't know who hurt her to make her scared of a glass dropping!! maybe next blurb?? also I kinda hate the ending

[yyawnjun]

hello everyone, this event is officially closed. thank you so much to everyone who participated!! I truly hope you enjoyed it <3

I'm already planning on doing a pt2, maybe with various themes for the prompts (but still a few from domestic fluff,,, bc I will never be sick of it). lemme know if I should already add you in that taglist <3

If yall still wanna share your opinion on everything I wrote, I am super happy to read your reblogs and comments <3 It was super nice to interact more with y'all and to read y'all thoughts.

hope everyone is having a great day, please remember to eat something and take care of yourself !!

DOMESTIC FLUFF PROMPTS - event

HEY GUYS!! it took me a while to put them down, and those are really specific...and I have a few more, but let's start with those.

here's some domestic!prompt super fluff, you choose one kpop idol from: ENHA // SVT // P1H // BND, and imma reply with my thoughts on it. (can't wait to yap about it w y'all)

@mykpopficblog @my-woozi

this is the best explanation for this little gamie:

1) when he is in your kitchen cooking something for you, maybe while you're sick or sleeping or too tired. he knows exactly where all of your tools and ingredients are, and he even learned how to use your stove. he's moving so easily in that house he moves around your apartment so easily that it could become his too one day.

*him humming a song while the background is moving tools* "the meal it's ready!! come to eat!!"

2) the act of remembering and using your "house traditions" from when you were younger. no shoes in the house? alright, he already where to leave them and where the slippers are. do the bed as soon as you wake up? it will be done every time he sleeps at your place. it will become so normal that he will start adopting certain habits from you. <3

3) leaving sweet messages on the foggy mirror after taking a shower. maybe a cute smile or a heart next to your name. no matter how much time has passed since you were together, he will always leave a reminder of how he's thinking about you.

"[his name] was here ;)"

4) the act of drying your hair. As they move their hair on your head, they let the hot air warm you, and you spend minutes in silence while he watches out for your hair to dry.

5) going to the supermarket together. stay with me now. that specific familiarity that you acquire when you two are buying groceries together. bonus when maybe you have to live together for some time, and you show each other what you "usually buy" for the recipes that you will cook for each other. UGHHH.

7) "I remember when I was younger..." . OKAY. NOW TELL ME MORE. the act of sharing your past experiences, and the act of listening to your s/o ones. that feels so special. like I'm already part of your present, and while we are planning for our future, you show me your past.

8) a bit controversial(??), but getting drunk together. and I mean when you let your defenses down. let the most honest part of you, the purest, without worrying about judgments and BONUS when you are so comfortable with each other that you feel asleep together at his or your house

WORKS M.LIST

[angelicmichael]

Oohh, could you please write the nonsexual prompt sharing a dessert for Outpost Michael and reader? Who wouldn't want to share a dessert with him? Thank you so much. You really are an angel 😇

A/N: anon you are too fucking sweet omg 🥺💖 I hope I didnt dissapoint with this, I'm sorry it's so late and unnecessarily long!! Lmfao. The dessert eating is at the end if anyone wants to just skip to that part hehe. I wanted to write some mutual pining so.. that's why this fic is so fucking long lol

Warnings: eating, food, lil bit of sexual tension, very brief mentions of Millory and also Gallant x Michael 👉🏻👈🏻

Living in Outpost three was beyond miserable. Constantly being treated as a second class citizen, as a gray, was definetly doing its number on you.. Every day that you continued to stay alive in this hellhole you swore you slowly descended further and further into madness. Eating gelatin cubes.. being around the same exact people, day in and day out.. with nothing else to do but to clean, with no end in sight was only a recipe for disaster.

And disaster seemed to come with a name; Langdon.

You didnt believe him when he announced that he was going to pick a select few to take with him to the sanctuary; you knew that was fucking bullshit.. but you had to admit - it was amusing watching the other outpost residents finally get a spark of excitament in their eyes. A reason to be alive.

You watched him take interest in mainly Gallant and Mallory; and that's when you felt something.. distant yet familar. Yearning; attraction, and maybe even jealousy.

It reminded and made you nostalgic of old emotions that you used to feel regularly; which now only visited you vaguely whenever you caught Michael stare for a second too long at either of them.. but it wasnt your job to monitor the relationships that were allegedly occurring.

You kept your head down until you begrudgingly got an interview; honestly surprised at first that Langdon seemed to be giving you a shot at salvation at all.

You were even more surprised at how the actual interview seemed to unfold; how disgustingly touch starved you were and the way in which you reacted to him. You were praying that Langdon didnt notice how your entire body was littered with goosebumps the second he touched you - a harmless gesture with his hand lightly touching your back when he walked by. Or the pure exhilaration you felt when he brushed a tear away from your cheek.. It was honestly embarrassing.

Even more embarrassing was how much you craved to see Langdon again as soon as you left the first interview.

The days following the first initial interview were torturous for you. Your days and even nights became infested with thoughts of Langdon; his blonde locks and light blue eyes even started to follow you and become familar in dreams..

You couldnt stop thinking about him.

You knew it was stupid to crave romance; it was utterly irrational. For one, if Venable were to even catch you looking at Langdon for a couple seconds too long - you knew she would want your head on a stick. That's not even to mention how jealous Gallant and the other residents would possibly be, if anything were to happen.

These thoughts were not realistic though  because you knew Langdon never viewed you like that. He treated you just as he did anyone else.. maybe even worse. He always kept his words short with you and rarely made eye contact most days.

For those reasons; you wrote off your newfound romantic thoughts about Langdon as nothing more but dumb daydreams. Just something to keep you occupied in the day while you tried to make the outpost look spotless. You figured it was a result of being beyond bored; your mind trying to find something to make life interesting once more. Anything. 

That was.. until Langdon invited you for another interview. One interview quickly turned into another.. and another.. and another until seeing Langdon privately was nearly the new normal.

The more you two continued to meet; the more your feelings for him only grew but you still chose to conceal them - well, to the best of your abilities anyway.. there was only much you could hide. However; if you didnt know Langdon prematurely, you wouldve thought he was a idiot or just purely naive for not picking up on the obvious crush you had.

It had been a couple nights now since you had last seen him.. And yet here you were; having another sleepless night that consisted of thinking of dumbass Langdon.

You stayed awake sleepless in your bed. Or.. the bed that was meant to be yours anyway. Nothing like felt home or like it was truly yours at Outpost Three though. You stared at the ceiling hopelessly; wishing you would be so lucky to feel a wave of drowsiness that could hit you and carry you off to your dreams.

You immeadietly sat up and nearly jolted out of bed when you heard three loud knocks rattle your door. The sound was distinct but haunting.. your immediate thought was Venable.. you could only help but to think what the fuck you had recently done to piss her off.

You swiftly walked through the nearly pitch black room and opened the door absentmindedly; trying to not let your paranoid thoughts control your actions and let you hesitate.. just in case it happened to be Langdon.

You would be lying if you were to say that you werent dissapointed when you found no one there; only a letter lay folded neatly on the floor.. directly in front of you.

Snatching it and opening it within the safety of your room; you had to hold back laughter when it was from Langdon - another invitation to go see him.. but it was marked urgent.

You nearly dropped the letter on the floor immeadietly; it wasnt as if you had anything else to do - you already knew you werent going to be able to sleep tonight anyway. You immeadietly took off, albeit as quietly as possible, off to Langdons office. Trying to keep your thoughts of what the hell he wanted to see you so badly for, at bay.

When you reached his room, you didnt bother knocking. You slipped right inside - knowing that knocking would only possibly wake Venable up or alert other residents of your whereabouts. Shutting the door behind you, you slowly approached him.

He sat at his desk; quickly turning around to face you as you entered. His light, ocean colored eyes were wide in what you could only guess was surprise that you came so soon. His mouth was slightly curved into a subtle smile.

"Hi". You uttered with a airy, soft laugh.

You first stood, knowing he would most likely want you to take a seat but you would rather wait for instructions than to just.. assume. You knew Michael had little to no tolerance but surely enough, he nodded at the seat that was directly across from his at the desk.

"Sit". Michael instructed, his gaze followed you as you steadfastly did as you were told.

You realized how carefully Michael was studying you as you walked over and took your seat.. and maybe it was because of the absolutely horrible lighting but you could swear you could almost see blood rushing to his cheeks..

Was he.. blushing??

You sat, completely puzzled as you watched Michael suddenly act flustered.. His motions changing from smooth and calculated to nearly awkward.. and.. just rather odd in a instant. He looked as if he wanted to say something but no words were spoken, that is - until you made the first move.

"Is something.. wrong"? You asked, trying your hardest to bite back laughter.

Seeing Langdon act so.. not like himself was basically pure comedy to you.  Although you would never admit that outloud of course.

He now looked uncomfortable; licking his lips and clasping his hands together at the table before speaking.

"(Y/n), I have to talk to you about something". Michael admitted.

His expression changed from looking rather nervous to serious again; his mouth in a straight line and the muscles in his face relaxed.

You were quite literally sitting on the edge of your seat, your stomach started to do somersaults as you desperately tried to rationally think of what he wanted to say..

"Yeah, of course. What's wrong"? You prompted, your voice coming across as unsteady.

You tried your hardest to not let your voice shake as you spoke, although you were more than certain it showcased exactly how you felt.

Langdon unfolded his hands; appearing to study his rings momentarily before his blue eyes pierced yours - looking as if they were staring right past you.. Not necessarily at you at all.

"Look; theres nothing wrong. You just need to know that theres no need to be nervous around me anymore". Langdon stated matter of factly.

He maintained eye contact with you; diligently waiting for a response as you actually tried to comprehend what he was saying.. Was he implying that you were going to the sanctuary?? Or.. possibly even something else?? Something more?

Your confusion must've been apparent on your face because before you could say anything, Langdon cut in.

"That's not why I asked you to be here with me tonight though. I wanted to.. reward you". He said.

You felt as if your heart had skipped a beat; nearly feeling woozy as your cheeks heated up. A reward?? Saying you felt speechless was a incredible understatement.

"A reward"?? You echoed your thoughts aloud.

Your words came out slow and strained with pure anticipation for what was to perhaps happen. You thought for a split second this had to be some kind of sick joke, or some kind of sick manipulation game. You wouldnt really be surprised; you overheard from the others he was famous for pulling that kind of shit.

"Yes, For giving me company. Close your eyes". Michael answered.

You immeadietly, and dumbly followed orders. However; as soon as you closed your eyes you felt fear pierce your heart. The uncertainty and possibilities of what could happen was jarring - but you had to admit it was also thrilling.

The past few months had been so fucking predictable and boring, a bit of excitement was well over due and actually.. probably healthy. Even if it was fucking terrifying.

You could hear him moving, and then something being placed on his desk in front of you. You first felt your eyebrows furrow as you opened your eyes unwillingly. Pure surprise forcing you to do so and to disobey Langdon.. oh fuck.

You opened your mouth to utter an apology but.. your gaze first caught onto the object in front of you.. leaving you speechless and with your mouth agape.

You marveled at the small slice of cheesecake was that put in front of you.. It looked entirely to good to be true; this had to be a dream.. or maybe a nightmare??

This last time you had eaten anything with any kind of remote flavour had been eons ago. Those memories served you well and made your horrifically boring days a little less painful.

You continued to blankly stare at it; not daring to move, or breathe but.. to just enjoy the view. You were half expecting for this to be some of torture again; for him to rip it away from you but a part of you reassured you that.. this was different. This was him trying, and being genuine.

You looked up to meet Langdons eyes as they intently studied you. A faint smile gracing the corner of his lips. A beautiful sight you rarely got the priviledge of admiring.

"Have some". Michael said, nodding down in direction of the dessert. "I thought you would appreciate the gesture. I cant imagine the shit Venable gives you is enjoyable". Michael sneered with a hint of laughter.

You couldnt help but to let out a giggle as well, looking down once more and noticing that the plate was also embellished with two forks.

"Thank you, Michael. You should have some too though, I dont want to be selfish-" You started, unfolding your hands from your lap and beginning to push the plate towards him.

He quickly stood up and walked up to you, stopping until he was beside you. He grabbed your wrist, tight enough to make you wince but not enough to cause any actual pain - making eye contact again.

"No.. I want to watch you have the first bite". Langdon said.

In a split second, the chair that was once behind his desk materialized right next to you, directly behind him. He sat down, watching you intently as you started to feel stupidly nervous again.

Your hands trembled a bit as you reached to grab the fork, swiftly taking a piece and then  quickly consuming it. You figured the faster you took the first bite - the less nervous you would be.. but his gaze continued to linger on you; intensely watching.

The pleasure you were momentarily wrapped in was insurmountable to anything you had previously felt in months. You had to ground yourself in order to not let a moan escape your mouth.. The rich flavor tasting so unreal; almost too good to be true.

To be completely honest, you forgot that Langdon was there at all until you noticed him grab a fork as well. Also taking a bite and continuing to watch you - clearly amused with your reaction.

You two continued to eat in silence; meanwhile you momentarily began to get lost in your own thoughts yet again. You knew he didnt have to do this; he very well could've just.. had the dessert with someone else, like Mallory, or even enjoyed it by himself, but he purposefully chose you...

Your cheeks grew hot at the thought of how he seemed to subtly state that he returned your affection. You knew there was no way that he didnt know that you harbored feelings for him; the way in which you acted flustered in his prescience had to be a dead give away.

An hour or so later you walked back to your room; the night slowly cutting into the early hours of the morning but you really couldnt care less. You really didnt care about anything, even if Venable found you. The last thought you had before you took a very shortlived nap, was how much of a sneaky bastard Langdon truly was.

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[gettinshiggywithit]

!Celebrating your birthday with the BSD boys!

(this is part 1)(pt2{tmrw})(pt3{Wednesday})

scenario:- its your birthday and you're celebrating with the bsd bois!

pairings:- dazai x gn!reader,kunikida x gn!reader, ranpo x gn!reader

Genre:- fluff

Type:- headcannons

↪️Dazai Osamu

I feel like dazai would open with “HAPPY BIRTHDAY! YOURE NOW ONE YEAR CLOSER TO DYING A NATURAL DEATH”

*proceeds to throw around double suicide ideas*

But jokes aside,if you’re not that thrilled at the prospect of aging (and honestly valid) he’ll definitely hype you up.

Like this man CANNOT take a compliment to save his life

But DAM can he dish em out

Probably has a full day of fun activities planned

But if you’re more an introverted and indoor person hed organise a full fun day for just the two of you at his place,movies,presents,couple-y stuff;The Whole SheBang!

Thered definitely be some dangerous activities in there

But hey! Its dazai, he probably knows what hes doin rightt???(spoiler:he doesnt)

The day ends with fireworks (whether by like using actual ones or junichiros light snow ability,we may never know)

And he tells you that theres no one else he’d rather go out as beautifully as the fireworks with~

↪️Kunikida Doppo

Has a DETAILED schedule for your day

Ofc it consist of stuff that he KNOWS you’ll love

If you’re kinda down abt the fact you’re gettin older he’ll just tell you that it’s inevitable and that it is nothing to be worried about

If be sees that that didnt help,(buddy come on) he says that time seems to have frozen for you and that you look as beautiful as the day you met

(WAN tachihara voice:WHATS THIS???? A COMPLIMENT FROM KUNIKIDA??????)

Also when you guys cut a cake at the agency,he gives you a book-shaped package and asks you to open it in private

It was a book of poems, he’d been writing them since the day you first met.and lemme tell you,theyre sweeter and sappier than anyone would ever think him capable of writing

When you thank him for it he just kinda shrugs it off but you can CLEARLY see the blush creeping up his face and can hear the lil crack in his voice

Also uses doppo poet to make you a smol bouquet of your fave flowers

Could he have bought em from a shop? Yes. But did he wanna woo you? Also yes.

What can i say,he’s surprisingly romantic

(Ps:- DO NOTT LET DAZAI GET HIS HANDS ON THAT BOOK OF POEMS!!)

↪️Edogawa Ranpo

Showers you with snacks

Like

Literally AND figuratively

Also allows you to eat some of his(its your special day after all)

Gets you the most insightful and heartfelt gift but also something that you’ve wanted for a while

When you ask him how he knew youd wanted it,he launches into a huge explanation of how he used his special ability to analyse your body language and-yadayadayada

Please tell him ur impressed cos he loves hearin ur praises

Asks poe to write a birthday themed mystery and yall solve it together

(Ofc he doesnt out right asks,he just kinda dares poe that he cant write it...ranpo be ranpo-ing mann)

(But when poe finds out its for you he does it with even more determination than before!!{howww is that eveb possible???})

Karl also gives you a gift cos poe really likes you(you’re nice to him and say his stories are great) (future angst piece???)

Your day will end with a huge ass movie marathon

SOO MANY SNACKS

like u thought he gave u a lot in the beginning

But DAM boi is STOCKED

will feed you throughout the movie and cuddles you close

He just loves spendin this much time with you tbh🥺

please dont repost my work here as your own on any platform all rights belong to me except that of the characters used,their right belong to their respective owners.but these stories? mine.

feedback,likes,reblogs and comments are so very appreciated tbh :’)i hope you enjoyed and ill catch ya next time!

Comments & Reblogs w/ tags >>>>>>>>>>>likes please

Taglist open for anyone who wants!

[myaheartsmarkie]

addicted — chapter one

“you’re mine—all mine. nobody fucking else’s, you hear me?”

word count: 12.7k

genre: eventual smut, long ass plot, slowburn!, college/university au!, friends w benefits!, crude/crack humor!, student athletes! jeno + yn, baseball captain! jeno, volleyball player! yn, possesive! jeno.

synopsis: he had completely convinced his self that you were no more than a quick fuck. someone he called at 3am when he was hard, a booty call…nothing more. all that went out the window when he sees you out with another man.

playlist: deja vu by twenty88 (literally my main inspo for this chapter,,,chef's kiss!!) trust issues by drake, let me love you by ariana grande (ft. lil wayne), too much by loco (ft. dean), that's why i love you by sir (ft. sabrina claudio), think by reddy (ft. jay park), let me explain by bryson tiller, no love by summer walker (ft. sza), beware by big sean (ft. jhene aiko), can't get over you by joji. ( y'all...some of these songs i gate keep from my irl friends,,,do cherish my babies > < )

warning(s): 18+ only please!! heavy dialogue, possible errors bcs im not revising this shit, so. much. sexual. tension. jaehyun, sungchan, kevin, and eric (tbz) supporting roles!!, jae tries to keep yn out of trouble, kev encourages her to do stupid shit, some alcohol consumption, mentions of drugs, mild smut, public sex (jeno gives yn head in the locker room), mentions of alcohol, (lowk) toxic! jeno, slight size kink! (jeno is built af yall,,,whew!) ,,,lmk if i missed anything!

note from mya: hey guys,,,the wait is over!! she's here, slay <3 . if u didn't notice above, this is in fact a part one, a lot of people were on my ass about my other two one shots (mark + yuta fic) so i was like lemme split the next one up and give y'all a proper ending lolz. so this series isn't gonna be long at all — maybe like 2 or 3 chapters. like stated above !! minors !! do !! not !! interact !! please please please! if ur not a minor, thank you & enjoy. once again, everyone in the story is 21+ (idols are their real ages). heavy on this part, jeno is a bit toxic in this story, and it is not my intention to sexual this toxic behavior at all! as always, this is a work of fiction, i do not view him like this in real life. this is fake! likes, feedback, and reblogs are very very very much appreciated <3 . lmk if you guys wanna be added to my taglist here, enjoy !

© myaheartsmarkie 2022 — all rights reserved !

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“but it’s so cute!!” you exclaimed.

jaehyun rolls his eyes, taking the cat from your arms. you pout but allow him to take the kitten away from your grasp. he places the small kitty back into the playpen as he shoots the older lady a small smile.

“you’re not gonna get him?” she asks, looking between the both of you.

jaehyun shakes his head no, grabbing your hand and dragging you away.

“you know we can’t keep a pet yn” jaehyun tells you and you sigh in response.

pulling your hand from his hold to fold them over your chest. you know he’s right, but it didn’t stop you from wanting one. you’re a student athlete, between homework, practice, games, and work you have no time to take care of a pet. with a huff, you reluctantly follow the taller boy into your shared apartment.

“i still wanted him though, he was so cute” you whine, throwing yourself face first onto the couch.

kevin eyed your position, looking at jaehyun for an answer.

“some lady is giving away her cat’s litter downstairs–she wants one” he informs his friend.

kevin nods in understanding, scooting closer to where you’re laid. he brings a hand up to your head, petting it lightly. you look up with an annoyed expression but it changes when you realize it’s kevin and not jaehyun. you flip over so your head lays on his lap, earning a small laugh from him. jaehyun is leaning against the wall, watching the both of you.

“jaehyun’s a traitor” you told kevin, pointing your index finger towards the brown haired boy.

jaehyun simply laughs, shrugging his shoulders.

“is he?” kevin asks, running a hand through your hair.

“mhm, we should kick him out” you suggest, crossing your arms.

jaehyun feigns shock, exaggeratedly gasping as he pushes himself off of the wall to go grab a drink from the fridge.

“if you kick me out, who’s gonna cook?” he snickers.

kevin covers his mouth as a snort escapes. you glare at him.

“fuck you, i don’t need you to cook for me” you huff angrily.

you know you’re lying, you can’t even make toast correctly. your pride was more important though!! plus, jae had already been right about the whole pet situation. he doesn’t need another ego boost.

“oh okay, so you can cook food all on your own now?” jae asks, taking a swig of his water.

you let your pride answer.

“yup, i don’t need you” you tell him, standing up to walk to your room.

jaehyun simply nods in response.

“don’t come begging me to make you something when you're hungry” he shouts just before you close your door.

you throw yourself onto your bed. way to go yn, you can’t admit your cooking is horrible now you’re gonna starve for life. you sigh into your pillows.

—

jaehyun and kevin are sat at the kitchen table when you wake up the next morning. kevin spots you first, sending a smile your way.

“how’d you sleep?” he asks, patting the seat next to his own.

you inch towards him but you’re looking at jaehyun. he’s being…weird. you sat down next to the taller boy, picking up his cup of orange juice. welcoming yourself to a few sips of his drink before you sit it back down.

“i slept well, what about you?” he nods, ruffling your already messy hair.

“do you work today?” he asks, taking a bite of the pancake on his plate.

you nod in response. peeking from around him to eye jaehyun. he has to know what you’re thinking right now. as if on cue he looks up at you, and you scowl. he laughs in response.

“you hungry?” he asks, tauntingly waving a piece of his food.

your scowl deepens at his actions. crossing your arms over your chest you turn away from him.

“come on, just say you need me and i’ll make you whatever you want” he tells you.

your interest is now piqued. you slowly turn back to the brown headed boy, eyeing him suspiciously.

“what’s the catch?” you ask, and he shakes his head.

“no catch, just say you need me” he answers, and you look up at kevin.

he shrugs his shoulders.

“fine, i need you” you mumble, looking down at your lap.

“sorry, what was that? i couldn’t hear you” jae says, standing from his seat.

you grumble.

“i said i need you,” you repeat yourself, a bit louder this time.

“good girl” he teases, pinching your cheek.

you push him away with an annoyed huff, he simply laughs.

“you want french toast?” he asks and you nod happily.

you watch excitedly as he cooks your breakfast, all the past annoyance leaving your system. you eye him intently as he whisks the eggs in the clear bowl and seasons it with cinnamon and vanilla extract. he dunks the piece of bread in the egg batter, coating both sides before he sits it in the frying pan. your head rests on the palms of your open hands, elbows atop the counter next to the stove. jaehyun looks over at you, poking your cheek. usually you’d do something about it but right now you’re too overjoyed to mind.

“cheesy ass grin” he says, laughing at your expression.

“what, french toast is good” you say, moving closer to watch him flip it over.

jaehyun doesn’t respond, he simply nudges you with his body.

“hey yn,” kevin calls, you turn around to face him.

“didn’t you used to fuck with jeno?” he asks, and you tilt your head in response.

“jeno? like, lee jeno?” you ask to make sure you heard correctly.

kevin nods in response, waving you over with his hand. you walk over to where he’s sat, sliding into the empty seat next to him. he turns the phone over to you and you look at the screen. you see jeno, he looks the same for the most part. he changed his hair color and you think he might be slightly bigger in the bicep area as well.

he’s sporting a sleeveless white shirt, a red cup in his left hand. your eyes trail to the other figure in the picture, it’s a girl. she’s dressed in a skimpy red dress. a familiar one at that..

your eyebrows crinkle as you look harder at the dress. where’ve you seen this dress before? your eyes move upwards towards the face of the girl jeno is holding and your eyes practically pop out of the sockets.

“i-is that jieun?!” you gape, looking at kevin for assurance.

“i think so..” he says slowly, locking the screen.

your mouth stays open as realization sinks in. you sit back in your chair. that dress was the one she borrowed from you last week. that’s why it looked so damn familiar.

“when was that posted?” you ask kevin.

“last weekend, his frat had a party,” he answers.

you nod curtly. you can’t believe this. she asked you for the dress and told you it was for a “special occasion”.

you assumed it was for a boy but you didn’t think it’d be to impress the boy you used to sleep with! you let out a groan, hands covering your face. you were exclusive friends with benefits with jeno for over half a year. half a year of you rambling to jieun about it over the phone. talking about everything, about how good this man was in bed, how attractive he was and even how you thought you were in too deep. she was the one you confided in and trusted with those secrets, and here she was hugging the man you were once ass over boobs for.

what. the. fuck.

“yn? you okay?” jaehyun asks, sitting your french toast in front of you.

yeah. you’re definitely ok. yup! absolutely fine!

no you’re not okay, what the fuck!

you just found out your now ex-best friend/emotional support partner was (possibly but you’re pretty sure) sleeping with lee jeno!! the man she knows you were in love with. and to put the cherry on top, you were the one who gave her that dress because (and you can quote!!) whoever she was trying to impress, wouldn’t be able to resist her in it.

you were about to rip your hair out. you stared blankly at the plate of food in front of you. all hunger dispersed due to the recent events. kevin rubs your back, looking at jaehyun for help. jae shrugs, pulling out a chair at the table.

“we have to let her deal with it–all we can do is be here for her.” he says wisely, looking at you.

you were recalling all the things you did with this girl. she was your best friend. or so you thought…but maybe there was more to it, right? there’s no way she would just stab you in the back, let alone over a boy...right? maybe, just maybe it was a friendly hug…?

oh who were you kidding, that was no friendly hug. something was going on between them and you were determined to find out what it was!

not right now though. right now all you wanted to do was go and cry by yourself in the bathtub. you shake your head and sit up straight, pushing all those thoughts away. you just hoped whatever was going on wasn’t what you thought it was deep down.

—

mental note: unfriend kevin moon.

you were currently sitting in the library with kevin. you both had exams coming up and you thought it’d be good to study together.

two brains are better than one after all, right?

problem being, neither of you were studying. i mean you were doing something, but it wasn’t in correlation with homework at all.

you were both hunched over kevin’s laptop, stalking lee jeno’s social platforms. maybe confiding in kevin wasn’t the brightest idea but you may or may not have been tipsy when you did so.

rambling on about how much you loathed seeing your best friend and ex fwb partner together and of course not leaving out how you were determined to find out what their relationship was. kevin was your ride or die, and he was always up for some tea or drama. so when you, his lovely little introvert that never seemed to be in any drama, was up for something completely out of character…he practically leaped at it.

that’s how you ended up in the situation you’re in now.

you were both dressed in all black, with a dad cap and sunglasses. you looked ridiculous.

“why the fuck are we dressed like this?” you whispered, nudging the taller boy.

kevin hissed, pinching your thigh in response. you frown, rubbing the spot on your leg.

“because, we’re on a mission dummy” he responded, peeking from behind the hand-held menu.

“we could’ve dressed normally, you’re acting like this is some action movie,” you grumble.

kevin ignores your smart remark. he was enjoying this, to him it felt like he was Liam Neeson in Taken. Scouring the city to find the bastard that kidnapped his daughter. In reality, they were (as he says) “closely following” jeno. yes, the two of you were in fact stalking the jock, but kevin says your reasons provide justice for your actions. this is why you need jaehyun. he was the responsible one. he kept the two of you out of trouble.

“how do you even know he’ll be here?” you ask the black haired boy.

“i have my ways,” he states, pushing his glasses down to wink at you.

you roll your eyes, head falling onto the table.

of course kevin was right. low and behold, in walks lee jeno. with a girl of course, what were you thinking? she’s clinging to his arm rather tightly, her skirt barely covering the back of her thighs. he looks good. his hair is blonde, and he’s clad in a gray pair of sweatpants and a black shirt. his muscles are quite evident in the short sleeve shirt.

“you’re gawking” kevin whispers, moving to turn your face.

you glare, attempting to pinch him but he slaps your hand away. he then kicks your ankle and you look at him with a shocked expression.

“12 o’clock, alert! alert!” he whispers, and your head whips forward.

you eye the pair stalking in your direction and you feel like you’re about to throw up. you look at the girl, a small feeling of content settling in your stomach when you realize it isn’t jieun. maybe they didn’t have a thing like you’d hoped.

“what the fuck do we do?!” you ask kevin, covering your mouth so jeno couldn’t read your lips.

“just be normal, don’t panic” he replies, sliding the glasses off his face.

he smiles at the blonde headed boy, extending his hand to dap the boy up. jeno returns the smile, slightly shaking the girl off his arm to pat kevin’s back. you don’t miss her faltering expression as she brings her arms to fold over her chest.

“fancy seeing you here” kevin jokes, and you chuckle under your breath.

you run a hand through your hair, curling a piece behind your ear before you pick up your phone. you had nothing to say to this man, so tuning out the conversation seemed best. you aimlessly scroll through social media as you wait for kevin to finish talking. your cheek is squished by your open palm, elbow resting on the brown table. your eyes drift towards the face that’s now behind your phone.

sigh.

“jeno.” you say, voice monotone.

“princess.” he replies, a small smile crawling up his face.

you roll your eyes at the pet name, sitting up straight. you sit your phone down face first.

“how’ve you been?” he asks, inviting himself to sit down in front of you.

you shrug in response, nodding your head in his direction. silently asking ‘what about you?’. your hand moves to clutch the back of kevin’s shirt, tugging him down to sit next to you. the girl slowly takes the seat next to jeno, scooting the chair closer in his direction.

“same old, parties, sex, paractice–missing you” he shrugs, sitting back in his chair.

the way he’s looking at you, he more than likely didn’t miss the shock that crossed your features shortly. you clear your throat, looking over at kevin briefly. you want to leave so fucking bad, but you hold your composure.

“you’re a dick” you scoff, looking at the girl sitting next to him.

she’s obviously embarrassed and wants to leave. she’s not looking up, her eyes set on the floor. you feel bad for her.

“he’s not worth it, find someone better” you tell the girl, standing up.

kevin follows suite, standing up with you. jeno clicks his tongue, looking at you in amusement. he stands up, stuffing his hands in his pockets. you step back when he steps forward, but his legs are longer than yours. he bends down, now hovering over your ear. you can feel his breath, and it’s making your face hot.

“you know it doesn’t get any better than me, princess” he tells you, and you shiver at the pet name.

he pulls away from your ear, now face to face with you. his only mere centimeters away from you. you look over his features. he’s still so fucking handsome. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss him.

your mouth is slightly agape, and you can’t seem to find any words. all you know is you can’t kiss him. so you grab kevin’s hand and you make your way out of the eatery. kevin is stumbling after you, quietly cursing under his breath about creasing his shoes.

“we’re outside now yn, you can stop dragging me” he states and you let him go, sending a sheepish smile his way.

“so…that little moment?” he teases, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

you roll your eyes for the umpteenth time today. punching his arm, satisfied when he yelps in pain. you laugh, tossing the keys to him.

“don’t tell jae,” you point a finger at him, looking at him seriously.

he raises his hands, shaking his head.

“cross my heart and hope to die” he says, doing the gestures that go with it.

you chuckle, hopping into the passenger seat.

—

ever since you ran into jeno that day, you’ve literally seen him everywhere.

in class, in the hallways, cafeteria, even at practice!

you just can't seem to get away from him. currently you’re enjoying the comfortable silence in the cafe. you closed your eyes, resting your head on the back of the booth.

“come here often?” he jokes, sliding into the unoccupied seat next to you.

you open your eyes, looking at the owner of the voice with an annoyed expression. he raises his hands, silently apologizing. you just sigh, closing your eyes once more. you were too tired to argue with him right now.

“go away, jeno” you simply state.

you don’t see him but he feigns hurt, clutching his heart dramatically.

“you don’t want me here?” he asks, grabbing your smoothie off the table.

he brings the straw to his lips, sipping on the pink slushy substance.

“no, i don’t” you reply, opening your eyes to look at the man.

your eyebrows furrow when you realize he’s gulping down your drink. you snatch the drink away from him, sitting it back on the table.

“so hostile..” he tells you, grinning.

you roll your eyes, sitting up. you know now that he’s bothering you, he’s not going to let you relax.

“what do you want?” you ask.

“just wanted to talk,” he says, getting comfortable.

you nod, turning your body towards him. the least you could do was converse with the man. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to ask about him and jieun.

“anything in particular?” you ask, resting your head against your hand.

“why’d you ghost me?” he questioned, seriousness evident in his tone.

you weren't surprised. you didn’t have a true answer for him though. you knew why you ghosted him of course, but you couldn’t tell him that…you’d do anything other than admit you fell in love with your sneaky link.

“i don’t know actually…” you lied, looking down at your drink.

“i guess i just got…bored?” you continued, lying right through your teeth.

you miss the shock that crosses his features at your words. bored? of lee jeno? oh you were such a fucking liar. you didn’t care though. you’re okay with hurting his ego instead of admitting you fell in love. when you look back up at him he’s looking at you with a serious expression.

“you got bored of me?” he asked, tilting his head a bit.

you don’t respond, you just slightly nod eyes falling to your lap. jeno laughs lightly, a hand raking through his hair as he sits back. he looks up at the ceiling, his free hand blindly trying to find yours. when he does, he laces his fingers with yours.

“tell me the truth, yn” he tells you, turning his head to face you.

you stare at the blonde boy blankly. you didn’t know what to say.

“i’ve known you since our first year, i know when you’re lying” he states.

you shift in your seat, the wooden chair suddenly becoming uncomfortable. you quickly glance over at jeno, he's already looking at you. you sigh, eyeing your drink. you watch as the collected condensation on the outside of the cup drips down onto the table.

"i admit that i was lying, but i'm not telling you why" you grunt, stubbornness evident.

jeno just rolls his eyes at you, used to your stubborn behavior.

"we were friends for 3 years, and you just up and ghosted me...i deserve some kind sort of closure, don't i?" he asks you, his hand slipping out of yours.

he folds his arms over his chest, his biceps slightly flexing. you slightly pout, feeling bad. you know he's right.

"i wanna know something too, so if i tell you the truth i want the same from you, deal?" you pitch, and he agrees.

jeno sits up, attention all on you. with a soft sigh you cross your legs, looking straight at him.

"don't make fun of me either" you warn the blonde boy and he nods.

"i was starting to develop feelings for you, that's why i blocked you" you say, rather quickly.

you didn't wanna look at him, too scared to see his expression. you can feel his eyes on you, they were practically burning holes into you. the air was suddenly thick, it felt as if you could reach out and grab at the oxygen.

"so it's not because you got bored of my dick?" he asked, leaning down to be face to face with you.

your cheeks are on fire, they felt as if they were melting. jeno stares at you, waiting for a response. you can't form any words though, so you just slightly shake your head no.

"so shy.." he whispers, tilting your head up with his index finger.

his lips were so close to yours, and his fingers were soft against your face.

"s-shut the hell up" you mumble, pushing his hand away.

you rake a hand through your hair, attempting to bring yourself back to reality. jieun, you had to ask about jieun.

get over yourself yn.

"jieun, what's up with you and her?" you ask, looking back at jeno.

jeno ponders on your question for a little.

jieun?

"who is that?" he asks, and astonished is an understatement.

"kim jieun? the girl you posted last week? my best friend?" you attempt to remind the man of the girl.

jeno just looks as if you're speaking french. you roll your eyes, grabbing your phone and pulling up the picture. you snort when you realize he's still blocked. jeno peeks over your shoulder, curious as to what you're doing. you look at him sheepishly, and he cocks an eyebrow at your expression.

"you're still blocked.." you say in between awkward laughs.

jeno rolls his eyes. you reach for his phone instead, turning the device towards his face to unlock it. he watches as you open instagram and tap his most recent post. you look up at him expectantly as he glances over the picture.

"i don't remember her" he tells you and you look at him confused.

"you literally posted this," you tell him and jeno shrugs.

"i remember her face, but that's about it...never asked her name" disgust boils in your stomach at his words.

"so you just...fucked her without knowing anything about her?" you say and jeno shrugs again.

"when you say it like that it makes me sound like a dick" he grimaces, his face contorting to a bit of a disgusted expression.

"it's not like that, i just—i dunno..she probably mentioned her name, just don't remember" he says blankly, as if it were normal.

well for him it was normal, not for you. jeno's mind was drifting towards that night though, there was something that happened he just couldn't put his finger on it.

"well, her name is jieun and she's my best friend" you huff, tossing his phone onto his lap.

jeno slightly pouts at your words. he didn't know that, how the fuck was he supposed to know that?!

best friend?

something clicked in him. memories of that night with her flooding into his head. he remembered seeing her from afar, the red dress she wore was familiar. really familiar.

like, you bent over in the backseat of his car in that red dress type of familiar. he remembered that dress, how could he forget it.

"i remember now, i didn't fuck her" your ears perked up at that.

"i-i was going to, but it was because i thought she was...you" you were confused but intrigued.

your face contorts to surprise at his words. why would he think it was you?

“what do you mean?” he asks, looking at you for an answer.

“the dress, it’s yours right?” he asks, and you nod.

“i let her borrow it that night..” you tell him, fiddling with your fingers.

jeno looks at you, taking in your appearance. he hasn’t seen you in your practice gear in a while, it was still one of his favorites. nothing is better than you dressed in his clothes in his opinion. your volleyball jersey and spandex shorts.

“i miss you,” he says, voice as light as a feather.

he cups your cheek and before you know it his lips are on yours. you gasp. you feel his arms snake around your waist, squeezing lightly. you wrap your arms around his neck kissing him back. you haven’t felt him against you in so long.

you grip the hair on the back of his neck as your tongues dance together, sighing when you feel his fingers slip under your jersey. his rings felt good against your hot skin. he dips down to leave open mouthed kisses against your neck.

“j-jeno” you stutter, squeezing his shoulders.

he pulls back to look at your flustered expression.

“bored of me my ass, look at you” he teases, brushing some of your hair away.

“yeah yeah, whatever” you roll your eyes again.

jeno snickers as he goes back to work on your neck. he sucks on your sensitive spots, only moving on to the next spot when he’s satisfied with the color. he stops when he notices the necklace you’re wearing. he furrowed his eyebrows, curling his finger around the piece of gold to pull it out. he audibly gasps when he realizes what necklace it is. the gold pendant staring right back at him, his initial dangling at the bottom. he runs his fingers over it, trailing over the gold letter.

you look at jeno, curious as to why he stopped. your eyes go wide when you realize what he’s looking at. you grab the chain from him, tucking it back into your jersey. you sit up straight, untangling yourself from him.

jeno slyly smiles, scooting closer to you. he slips his hand over the back of your chair, leaning into your side.

“you still wear it?” he chuckles, fingers toying with the fabric of your jersey.

you whine, kicking him from under the table. jeno winces in pain, gripping your leg to halt your movements.

“i just couldn’t bring myself to take it off, shut up,” you say blankly.

“i’m glad” he smiles, pinching your cheek.

you roll your eyes, standing to your feet. jeno does the same, grabbing your long forgotten smoothie and sipping on it. he holds a hand out for you as you grab your phone off the table. you look at his hand and back at him. with a shake of your head you push his hand away, slipping past him.

“just lemme walk you home, god, you’re so hard headed” he grunts, catching up to you.

“i’m fine, Jeno,” you sigh, reaching for the door.

jeno lightly smacks your hand away, pushing the door open for you. he slings an arm over your shoulder, both of you walking in the direction of your apartment. you gave up on shooing him away, he obviously wasn’t taking no for an answer.

you can’t get rid of him, and deep down inside…apart of you is content with that.

—

today was horrible.

you were running late so you didn’t eat before you clocked in, and of fucking course you left your lunch. all the customers were giving you a hard time, and two of your co-workers called off last minute so you’re stuck covering for them. you were so fucking close to putting your two weeks in. you’ve been looking for a new job, but you didn’t mind not having to come to this shitty ass job while you looked.

you rolled your eyes as you thought of what jaehyun would say when he finds out you quit. mumbling small profanities under your breath as you wiped the table rather aggressively.

“no yn, you should’ve stayed. what would your mom say if she found out you quit?!” you said in a deep joking voice, attempting to copy jaehyun’s.

you stood upright once you were done taking your anger out on the poor table. you turned around to go to the kitchen, but was instead faced with a figure. your eyebrows furrowed as you looked at the person standing not even a foot away from you. you didn’t know him. you glance over his figure, his outfit was laid back..comfortable. he had a bit of black stuff smudged on his light wash jeans.. your eyes trail up to his worn out white tee. the shirt was ragged–obviously old. he clutched a notebook in his left hand, his other was occupied – stuffed in his jeans pocket. his eyes were a pretty brown, eye bags underneath them.

he looked at you with a crooked grin, as if he was holding back a laugh. you thought it was a bit weird, but you assumed he was laughing at your overworked appearance. your hands flew to your hair, tightening your ponytail and brushing a few stray hairs away. you were suddenly too embarrassed to look up at the cute boy in front of you. looking down at your dirty converse as you try to avoid his gaze.

“a bad day today?” he spoke, referring to your mumbling a few seconds ago.

“uhm, yeah kind of..but did you want to buy something?” you mutter.

“well i’m sorry today was hard, and yes i would—thank you” he beams.

“okay, excuse me” you mumble, hands nervously gripping your black apron.

you heard the man mumble a small ‘sorry’ as he let you pass. you nod your head, quickly taking your place behind the counter. you finally look up properly at the boy and your throat goes dry.

this man was fucking beautiful.

the angle you saw him at just mere seconds ago couldn’t hold a candle to how he looks right now. the evening sun shone through the picture windows of the small cafe, and it illuminated his features. you were getting weak in the knees. he stalked towards the counter, a small smile adorning his face.

“what can i get for you?” you ask, silently celebrating because you didn’t stutter.

“a grande latte, please” he said politely, and you nod.

you punch his order in, grabbing the 10$ bill from him. you exchange it for the change you owe him and hand it back to him, your fingertips just barely brushing his open palm as you sit it in his hand.

“your order will be ready shortly, just give me a second” you smile sweetly at the brown headed man.

he nods his head, taking a seat at the back of the empty cafe. you turn around to start making his drink. once you're finished you bring it to him, sitting on his table with a tight lipped smile. you eye the notebook he’s writing in, so many words. you’re sure every page looks like this one. filled to the brim with what you suspect is his feelings, thoughts, and prophecies.

you stare in awe as he jots down whatever he’s thinking, but it dawns on you that you might be invading his personal space. you shake your head with a sigh, turning away from the table.

you tend to the other empty tables. picking up dirty plates and cups, mugs filled with wasted coffee. wiping down the table, as you hum along to the tune playing in your earphones. you only wore one just in case (you hoped) he called out to you.

“excuse me” your ears perk up at the two words.

your head whipped around, eyeing the brown headed boy sitting in the back. his hand is up, waving you over slightly. you smile to yourself, drying your hands before making your way to his table.

“need something?” you ask, hands neatly folded in front of you.

he smiles, pointing at the seat in front of him. you eye the seat, pointing at the chair. he nods.

“i figured since it’s empty, you could use some kind of company,” he states, spinning his pencil.

you nod, giving him a grateful smile.

“i appreciate it” you tuck some of your hair behind your ear.

“my names eric, by the way” he extends a hand to you.

“i’m yn, nice to meet you” you shake his hand with a small smile.

“what a pretty name..” he says rather low, obviously a thought that slipped out.

you blush, fidiling with the rings on your fingers.

“uhm, what are you writing…if you don’t mind sharing” you eye his open notebook.

eric looks down at the open notebook as well, pushing it your way. he nods his head towards you, silently giving you permission to invade his privacy. you nod curtly, picking up the black book. there’s so many pages. filled to the max with so many things. on some pages there’s pictures taped in them, small stanzas next to them describing the moments captured.

one picture catches your eye. it’s a picture of him and what you assume are his friends. they’re sitting on the back of a truck. the four boys arms around each other's shoulders, cheesing for the picture. there’s a black haired boy, a red head, eric, and a very very familiar blonde haired boy.

lee jeno.

you decide to not speak on knowing him. you slide the notebook back to eric. he shuts it, stuffing it into his bookbag.

“how long have you been working here?” he asks you.

“too damn long” you sigh, he laughs at your words.

“you make a mean latte, so at least that’s something” he pipes, taking a swig of the drink.

you laugh. he was funny, and it made you feel at ease. all the stress from today seemed to be leaving your body. a simple conversation with a man you’ve never met before, who would’ve thought.

—

you flick your wrist as you check the time. It read 12:48am.

you were home now, eric dropping you off. you told him it was only a 10 minute walk but of course he wasn’t going to let you walk home all alone. he had a nice car as well, an all black Mazda Rx-7. the black smudge on his jeans was from him wiping his hands on his pants. he said his car was his pride and joy, telling you that leading to him inviting you to come to the car meet next Friday. you agreed of course, wanting to see him again. you didn’t know much about cars but you knew what looked good and what didn’t. you wouldn’t mind seeing some souped up JDMs and SRTs in action though.

you made your way up the stairs, heading towards the front door of your apartment. kevin and jae should be home by now. well, jaehyun will be but kevin is probably out partying somewhere. it’s been about three hours since you clocked out. about ten minutes since you left eric’s presence. the brown headed boy insisted on keeping you company till you clocked out. even though you told him it was fine, he still stayed. you didn’t really want him to leave so you were glad he stayed. after you clocked out you walked around for a while with him. chatting about anything and everything. UFOs and aliens, to Disney princesses and Marvel storylines. you knew the two of you were destined to meet when you both agreed that the Prisoner of Azkaban is in fact the best Harry Potter film. The both of you talked for hours, lost in conversation as you both learned more and more about each other.

you push your key into the door, but before you could even turn the key the door flew open.

“YN!” you look up, eyes wide with shock.

“who the fuck took you home?” jaehyun asks, tugging you inside,

he shuts the door behind you, guiding you to sit down on the couch.

“eric took me home” you answer his question.

“oh? who’s that, new boyfriend?” kevin teases, smirking at you from across the room.

you glare at him, picking up a pillow from the couch to chuck at him. before you could jae takes it from you, hitting you with it instead.

“hey!” you yelp, holding the back of your head.

“what did i tell you about strangers?” jaehyhun sighs, putting the pillow down.

“i’m 21 jae, stop being such a dad” you huff, punching his leg.

“i swear you’re gonna be the death of me,” he mutters, pinching the bridge of his nose.

jae walks in the direction of his bedroom, shaking his head. once you hear his door shut you and kevin practically leap out of your seats. the two of you run straight for kevin’s room, plopping down onto his bed.

“tell me every fucking deatail! did you guys fuck? oh my god, did you suck his di–” kevin rambles, too loud for your liking.

“shhhh, oh my god” you slap a hand over his mouth.

“sorry, sorry i’m excited,” he whispers.

you roll your eyes, proceeding to get comfortable on his bed before you fill him in on today’s happenings.

—

you skipped down the hallway, clutching your book bag. today was Friday, aka the day you saw eric show off his car. eversince the two of you met, he’s been dropping you off and picking you up from school. the two of you going on dates after he picks you up.

you really really liked him, and it wasn’t just you that noticed. kevin is still the only person you’ve told, yes, but it doesn’t mean that he’s the only one that noticed. the extra pep in your step, recent effort in your outfits, and the obvious happy aura that now surrounds you. you admit you are in fact falling more and more for the man, but you didn’t think it was dead obvious.

yeah, thoughts come from not knowing.

you push open the front door, making your way down the steps. eric is leaning against his car, smiling prettily at you as you wave at him excitedly. a small ding makes a noise in your pocket and you pull it out, slowing down a bit to read the text message properly.

stupid jeno: wya??

you roll your eyes at the text message, continuing your way towards eric. you internally groan when you hear the familiar ding again.

stupid jeno: can we talk, it’s important.

you: 10 minutes only, wya?

stupid jeno: im in the bsb locker room, hurry up

eric looks at your expression as you glance over your phone screen. he bends down to get your attention.

“you good” he asks, waving a hand in front of your face.

“yeah, can you just give me like 5 minutes–i need to handle something” you slightly pout at the man.

eric nods, opening his hand for your bag. you sling it off your shoulder and hand it to him.

“i’ll be right here, princess” your tummy erupts into butterflies at the pet name.

you nod, smiling at him before you turn to go meet jeno.

you step out of the elevator, you haven't been to the baseball side in a long time. after you ghosted jeno there was no reason for you to come to this side of the athletic wing. occasionally you swing by the basketball court to watch some of jaehyun’s games when you can, but other than that you don't go past the volleyball side. yours and jaehyun’s game schedules conflicted, so the both of you have never really seen each other play outside of highlights that were recorded or practices.

you used to attend every single one of jeno’s games though, never missed one. rain or shine, day or night, long or short. you were there when he won, to celebrate and go drinking with him and some of his teammates. you were there when he lost, snuggled together on the couch watching a movie with ice cream. sometimes you would drop him off some lunch after practice, knowing how hungry a practice game could make you. after you ghosted him, he lost all of that though, and it hit home for him. no pun intended, but you didn’t know that…you thought he was just fine.

you turned the corner, already knowing where to go. you blush as you pass by the bathroom, remembering the numerous quickies you and jeno had in there. you walk towards the double doors, pushing one side open with your foot. you walk through the locker room, a few of his teammates that didn’t know you gave you weird looks, probably wondering why you were here.

“whew, look who it is” you turn your head towards the owner of the voice.

yuta nakamoto.

He was leaning on his locker, arms folded over his chest. before you could even open your mouth to say something an arm was slinged across your shoulders.

“if it isn’t my favorite girl,” you look up at the brown headed boy.

sungchan smiles at you, ruffling your hair.

“oh my god, when the hell did you get so…big?!” you exclaim, eyeing his arms and especially his height.

“oh fuck off, don’t boost his confidence anymore” haechan groans, walking up from behind yuta.

haechan throws a wink your way and you roll your eyes. none of these boys changed. well, personality wise at least…sungchan was another case. you missed them though, all of them.

“hey, you got yourself a new one?” sungchan whispers, nudging your side.

you smile automatically thinking of eric and all the boys erupt into loud cheers and ��oohs’.

“who is it? do we know him?” haechan asks, leaning closer so he could hear you better.

you shake your head, acting as if you were zipping your mouth closed with your fingers.

“where is he?” you ask, and the boys all groan in unison.

yuta nods his head in the direction of the room jeno’s in.

“you just got here though,” sungchan says, leaning his body weight on you.

you slightly stumble, bringing an arm to his waist so you can steady yourself.

“oh, we’re having a party tonight! come to it, we miss you dude” yuta says, looking at the other boys for approval.

the others nod their heads, obviously agreeing with his statement.

“and bring your little boyfriend,” haechan teases, wiggling his fingers in your direction.

“okay, okay I will” you laugh, as you attempt to push away from the reluctant boy clinging onto you.

sungchan sighs, letting you go. he ruffles your hair again, before he bends down to say something in your ear.

“good luck sweetheart,” he whispers in your ear before brushing past you.

he walks backwards towards the exit, waving bye to you. you wave back and he turns around, pushing the exit door open with his shoulder. you watch as the boys walk together, talking to each other about whatever. you missed them, a lot…they became like brother’s to you.

you sigh as you turn to face the door yuta motioned at, slowly walking to it. pushing it open you peek inside, it’s pretty empty. the only things inside were a black backpack, a desk, and lee jeno. he’s stood above the desk, his fingers gripping the desk under him tightly. you eye the discoloration in his knuckles, your eyebrows furrowing in a mix of confusion and concern.

what’s got him so worked up?

“jeno?” you call out to him but he doesn’t respond.

you sigh, stepping into the room and closing the door behind yourself. you walk towards him, hand brushing against the small of his back. he cocks his head to look at you and you damn near fainted at his expression. his glare was ice cold, you remove your hand from his back.

“i fucking hate you” he says through gritted teeth.

“w-what? why, what did i do?” you look at him with wide eyes.

jeno stands up straight, towering over your figure now. you back up automatically, your back against the wall now. jeno is quick to close the space between the two of you. his hands slammed against the wall, one arm on each side of your head. your breath gets stuck in your throat as deja vu rushes over you due to the position. he fucked you in almost every position possible, but this one was one of his favorites so tons of your sexual escapades put you in this position. his hands gripping your hips as he pushed you against the wall, drilling into you as you held onto his shoulders.

“j-jeno” you call out, your voice barely above a whisper.

“what the fuck is wrong with you, huh?” he asked you, rage evident in his tone.

“nothing, what are you even talking about?” you ask, feigning confusion as to why he was so mad.

you weren’t sure if he was angry about eric, more so you didn’t know if he even knew about him. you were sure one of the boys (*cough* haechan *cough*) opened their big ass mouths and told him about it. then again, they were more than likely friends on social media, the picture you saw in his notebook making its way to the forefront of your mind. they were friends, you forgot about that.

“who is he? i swear, i’ll fucking kill him” he was so serious, staring at you intently.

“oh shut up, you won’t do shit,” you spat, looking at him with hooded eyes.

well, that did it.

his fingers wrapped around your throat, cutting off your breathing for a quick second. you gasp, hands going to grip his arm. you look up at him with a dazed look, you missed this and you couldn’t even deny it. jeno smirked down at you, enjoying the sight of you turning to putty in his hands. he barely even touched you yet, all he did was choke you.

“don’t test me, princess” he taunted, tongue wetting his lips.

“or what?” you replied, knowing all the right buttons to press.

his grip around your neck tightened, as he crashed his lips onto yours. he kissed you hungrily, wasting no time at all. he knew what he wanted and he was gonna get it. you kissed him back automatically, opening your mouth for him when he tapped your cheek. he craned your head back so he could kiss you easier, sucking on your tongue with his fingers still wrapped around your neck. you moan into his mouth at his actions, hands flying to wrap around his neck.

he pulls away from you, a string of saliva following. his forehead rested against yours, breathing ragged. his face was only centimeters away from yours, you felt every breath he let out and you were light in the head.

“you miss me, admit it” jeno sneers, not waiting for a response from you.

it was a statement. he knew you missed him, he knew you needed him and he knew you’d never get rid of him.

he gripped your chin, jerking it up so he could see your neck clearly. his other hand came down to trace over the marks on your neck. you watch his expression closely, wanting to see his reaction to your decorated neck.

“fucking disgusting” he spoke with so much hostility, obviously disapproving of the hickeys.

“he’s waiting for me, jeno” you choke out,

“who? the guy you’re trying to replace me with?” he asks, smiling down at you.

“he’s not me, and you fucking know it” he whispers in your ear, biting your earlobe before pulling away.

his hands trail down your body, now gripping your hips. he looks over your body, loving the way nothing has changed since the last time he held you like this. you look down at the blonde boy with admiration and excitement. nervous about what he was gonna do next. you watched as his fingers danced around your waistband, toying with it. he looks up at you, and you nod.

“i-im good, you’re good,” you tell him, giving him the green light.

he smirks, his hands pushing up your skirt to bunch up at your waist. his hands grip the skin of your thighs roughly, pushing them apart so he could have access to your heat.

“so wet for me..” he whispers, eyeing your soaked core.

you whine as he runs a finger across your clothed heat. he looks up at you excitedly, loving how you reacted to every little touch. he swiftly pushes the cloth to the side, pushing two fingers into you. you mewl, looking down at him with wide eyes. he pumps his fingers in and out of you at a quick pace, watching how your hole swallows up his fingers so easily. meanwhile, you were trying to keep your balance. you were sure to fall soon if he didn’t change positions soon, you in fact did not have megan knees.

“jeno, im gonna fall” before you could even finish your sentence, his unoccupied hand was gripping your hip.

he pushed your body against the wall, easily holding you in place with only one arm. you whine at the harsh grip on your hip, you were sure that spot was gonna bruise. he fingers didn’t stop moving once, still pumping in and out you. you gasp when his thumb comes in contact with your clit, rubbing circles. you look down at him through your eyelashes, loving how he looked.

all sweaty from practice and his current activities. his hair was messy, some strands sticking to his forehead. his jersey hung loosely on his body, the same number 5 on the back. you bit your lips when he curled his fingers in you, moaning out in pleasure. he still knew all your spots, you loved not having to walk him through what you liked and didn’t like. he took pride in knowing all your special spots and where to touch to get a reaction out of you.

“move to the desk” he told you, but as soon as he let your hip go you were being lifted.

he sat you on top of the desk, pushing your chest with his hand to make you lay down. before you allow him to push you down you tug on the hem of his jersey.

“take it off” you say with a small pout and jeno laughs.

raising one hand he brings it to the back of his collar, tugging the material over the top of his head in one swift motion. you look over his toned body, practically drooling at the sight in front of you. jeno looks at you his head tilted. your eyes move from his v-line to his abs, and his broad shoulders. you bit your lip as you remembered the marks you used to leave all over him. scratches, so many of them…hickeys, bite marks, you name it. jeno walks closer to you, hand going to grab the back of your neck. he kisses you, not as rough as earlier but he was still dominating the kiss. you pull away from him a few minutes later, out of breath.

“i want you,” you say in between breaths.

that’s all he needed to hear. with one hand he pushes your chest, making you law down on your back. he gets back down on his knees, propping your legs onto his shoulders. he loops a finger around the waistband of your panties, pulling them down and off of you. he licks his lips at the sight. he looks up at you, you were already looking down at him. propped up on your elbows as you watch him intently.

he leaves a trail of kisses from your ankle to your upper thigh. sucking and biting wherever he pleased. he left a few marks in between your thighs. a place he felt only he should touch.

“you guys fuck yet?” he asked, still marking you up.

you shake your head no in response, not trusting your voice right now.

“good, ‘cause you’re mine—all mine,” he said in between kisses.

he sinks his teeth into the supple skin of your thigh, loving the way you moan out for him. hovering over where you wanted him most he breathed over you, eyeing the slight shake in your thighs. he lays his tongue flat against you, lightly penetrating your entrance with the tip of his tongue. he smiles when he hears you moan. wrapping his lips around your clit, he sucks harshly at your ball of nerves. he holds contact with you the whole time, you look back at him with a glazed expression.

he shifts a bit, repositioning himself so he could eat you out better. his arms were tucked under the back of your knees, hands gripping your inner thighs. he spread your legs wider for him and in a millisecond his mouth was attached to your heat.

he ate you like a starved man, which in a way he was. you guys hadn’t had any contact in like three months. he’d been craving you, same as you for him but your guys’ pride stood in the way of your happiness.

“mm—fuck, jeno” you call out to him, fingers gripping his locks.

“hm?” he murmurs against you, sending vibrations through your body.

“you make me feel so g-good” you mewl, gripping his hair harder.

this urged him to do better. his thumb found your clit, rubbing circles atop the sensitive spot. you threw your head back, his name falling from your mouth. jeno grunts, loving how his name sounded coming from your mouth. he rubbed your clit faster, lapping at your slick folds. you were dripping for him and he fucking loved it. nothing but his hands and his mouth, he was convinced nobody could do you better than him.

“fuck! g-gonna cu–” your sentence was cut short when you heard a phone ring.

jeno’s movement came to a halt, disconnecting his mouth from your heat. the both of you looked for the ringing phone, it was yours. jeno handed it to you.

eric.

your eyes went wide, how long had you been up here? was he still here? was he looking for you?

“hello?” you spoke into the phone.

“where are you? are you ok?” your heart clenched in your chest at his worried tone.

“n-no i’m fine, i just got caught up with something…” you replied, locking eyes with jeno.

jeno rolled his eyes, running a hand through his hair. he averted his eyes, not wanting to look at you.

“b–-but you’re ok, right? you don’t need help?” he asked, and you nod your head with a small smile.

“no no, i’m ok...i’ll be down in a bit” you hear him let out a relieved sigh.

“ok princess..come quick, i miss you” you smile, hanging up the phone.

jeno was staring at you through the whole exchange. he walked up to you, closing the space in between the two of you. guiding your arms to wrap around his neck. you look up at him, confusion written on your face.

“i’m still yours yn, just come back to me” he whispers to you, caressing your cheek.

you look up at him, he was being so sincere and it made you sick. if he would’ve said this like four months ago you would’ve accepted him and his offer. now though? it was different…you weren’t head over heel for him anymore. you had eric. you liked eric, and you wanted to try with him. it wasn’t fair that when you offered your feelings to him he declined and now he’s doing the same but he wants a different outcome. that’s unfair, and you didn’t like it.

you can’t deny that you still had lingering feelings for jeno. the situation you were just in with the boy said enough, you really didn’t have to say much more. but eric wasn’t the same as jeno…he made you feel different. he was a breath of fresh air from jeno, he didn’t know you like the back of your hand like jeno did. he didn’t know how you felt by once glance, he didn’t know your favorite food or color and you were content with that. you spent so much time being in love with jeno that you forgot how it felt to learn a new person and vice versa.

eric was handsome, super sweet and he made butterflies erupt inside you in a way jeno never did. perhaps it’s because you’re in the so-called ‘honeymoon phase’ but you don't care. you wanted eric and you weren’t going to double back on it either.

you look up at the blonde boy with a solemn expression, a rush of emotions flowing through you. you shake your head, retracting your arms from him. jeno’s face shows his emotions, shocked at your disapproval. he doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t know what to say.

“i can’t, i have someone now…and i wanna try with him,” you say, finding his eyes again.

jeno scoffs, looking down at you mockingly.

“try with him? for what yn? you have me,” he tells you, holding your face in both of his hands.

“jeno, i’m trying to be civil right now and you’re making it difficult,” you say, pulling away from his touch.

you push away the man by his chest, standing up in the process. jeno laughs lightly as he watches you.

“i am sorry though…about this” you say, referring to the moment the two of you just shared.

“it won’t happen again,” you tell him, not once sparing him a glance.

you put your underwear back on, tugging your skirt back down. you overlook your appearance in the mirror, fixing your hair and smoothing out any wrinkles in your clothes. jeno is silent as he watches you, still shirtless. you lock eyes with him in the mirror, tilting your head as you both stare at each other. jeno’s expression is unreadable, you have never seen him look like this before. you sigh, turning around to face him. a small hope ignites in him but is diminished as soon as you open your mouth.

“friends?” you say, holding your hand out to him.

jeno scoffs, looking at you with a shocked expression. he turns away from you, picking up his shirt from the floor. he tugs it over his body, still not facing you. you let out yet another sigh, running a hand down his back smoothing out the wrinkles in his shirt.

“friends? are you deadass right now, yn?” you hear him mumble and you roll your eyes.

“it's not mandatory jeno, i was just trying to be cordial” you roll your eyes, starting towards the door.

your hand reaches out for the handle but jeno grabs your wrist. spinning you around and pinning you against the door. you look up at him with wide eyes.

“don’t play with me, you know we’re not friends yn” he speaks through gritted teeth.

you roll your eyes, trying to tug your wrists away from his grip.

“we were friends before we even started fucking jeno” you say matter of factly.

he rolls his eyes and you look up at him with an unwavering glare.

“i can make you cum in less than 2 minutes and you think we’re fucking friends?” he scoffs, letting your wrists go.

you don’t respond, you just rub your wrist.

“you’ll come back to me, don’t worry” he states, slinging his backpack over his shoulder.

“shut the hell up” you groan, opening the door.

“he won’t fuck you like i do, just watch” he shouts as you close the door.

you practically sprinted for the elevator. once you were inside you let out a groan, sliding down and covering your face with your hands.

—

“woah!” you exclaim looking up at eric.

he just laughs, tugging you closer to him. he rubs your arm, attempting to warm you up. you were wearing one of his sweaters, too big for you of course.

“glad you came?” he asked and you nod your head.

he smiled at you, kissing the top of your head. you guys watched as the person driving the charger stepped on his gas, flaunting his V8 engine. you watched in admiration, loving how all these cars here looked. your favorite was this similar duplicate of Suki’s car from Tokyo Drift. you absolutely lost your mind when the girl showed you the pink flames that erupted from the exhaust pipes just like in the movie.

“it’s almost my turn,” eric told you and you wrapped your arms around his waist.

“i’m so excited,” you tell him, squeezing his waist just a little.

“i’ll spin this baby out a few times, then we’ll hit up the party, ok?” you nod up at the blonde boy.

—

“that was so fucking cool!!” you tell him, running into his open arms.

“i’m glad you liked it baby,” he smiled down at you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

little sounds left your mouth as you (attempted to) mimic what he did in his car just mere minutes ago. waving your hands around and pretending as if you were behind the wheel of his Rx-7. Eric looked at you with nothing but fondness and adoration in his eyes. it’s been about a week and a half since he met you and his feelings were becoming more and more evident to him everyday. he walked up to you, wrapping you in his arms, holding you close to him.

“eric?” you squeak, peeking up at him through your eyelashes.

“stay with me, don’t leave me,” he whispered into your hair.

you look at the blonde headed boy, grabbing his face in your hands.

“why would i leave you?” you ask him, and he shrugs.

“just don’t, pinky swear” he tells you, holding up his pinky.

you laugh, intertwining your finger with his. eric smiles, kissing your forehead.

—

you clutch onto eric’s arm, pushing through the sweaty bodies surrounding the two of you. god you hated parties. well, not completely but you hated feeling so claustrophobic in these crowds. you would come to them, i mean who were you to turn down free food? you weren’t a complete buzzkill. you just..thought parties were kind of pointless. plus, you played sports, alcohol and drugs were the last of your desires. your main focus was keeping your scholarship. you had a full ride and you were not going t fuck it up because you wanted to get stupid drunk at a party and fuck off your opputunities.

you look around the room, eyeing the baseball team as eric drags you into the kitchen for a drink. you wave at haechan and you see him wave back at you before he disappears from your line of sight.

“what are you feeling for?” he asks and you shrug, getting comfortable on the counter.

“ok, i’ll surprise you with something” he smiles at you, turning to whip up a drink.

“but you’re cut off after the third one, ok?” he points a finger at you and you nod.

jokingly saluting him following a ‘yes sir!’. eric laughs, turning back to continue making the drinks.

“is this the special guy?” you don’t even need to turn your head to know who’s voice it is.

“hi sungchan,” you grin, opening your arms for your friend.

sungchan envelopes you in a hug, nuzzling his face into your hair. you laugh, hugging him back. eric turns around to see who joined the two of you in the kitchen. he looks at you silently asking who he was.

“eric, this is sungchan” you point at the boy, introducing him to eric.

sungchan stands up to his full height, bringing a hand up to stroke his chin. he glances over eric’s appearance with furrowed eyebrows.

“hm…do you have a job?” sungchan asks and eric laughs.

“yes.”

“love your mom?”

“very much so,”

“know how to drive?”

“yup.”

“gotta car?” eric eyes you with a smirk.

you laugh already knowing where this was heading. he reaches into his back pocket, pulling out his car keys. he spins them on his index finger before he tosses them to sungchan.

“mazda rx-7, matte black, year 2000” he winks at the boy, patting his shoulder before he turns to continue making the drinks.

sungchan turns to you with wide eyes.

“oh nah, fuck her, date me” sungchan jokes, handing the keys back to eric.

he turns to face you, pointing at eric and looking at you with his mouth wide. silently approving of the man, you just shake your head with a laugh. you loved sungchan, he was one of your three best friends. you haven’t known him longer than jaehyun but you loved him just as much.

believe it or not you guys matched on sme dumb online dating app kevin put you on three years ago now. the two of you met up but it didn’t work out…at all. so the two of you decided on becoming friends instead and here you are now. three years later, and now your guys bond was stronger than ever.

you looked at the pair as they talk about whatever. eric walks over to you, handing you a red cup. you smile, telling him thank you as you grab the cup from his hand. he holds his own cup in one hand, his other holding your bare thigh. he draws circles on your naked skin with his thumb mindlessly, paying attention to sungchan as they're still conversing. you lean onto his arm, taking small sips of the pepsi and malibu mixture in your cup.

a few moments later sungchan excuses himself from the kitchen, his phone ringing in his hand. the two of you nod at him, waving him off. eric looks down at you.

“sleepy?” he asks and you nod.

“mm..just a bit” you slur, looking up at him.

you smile when your eyes land on his face.

“you’re so handsome,” you whisper.

“you think so?” eric asks, sitting his cup down.

you nod your head, sitting up straight. eric stands in between your legs now. grabbing your cup from your hand and sitting it on the counter.

“the handsomest ever” you giggle, throwing your hands up.

eric laughs, grabbing your wrists softly. he guides them to rest on his shoulder, his hands moving to wrap around your middle. he brings his face closer to yours and a sense of familiarity rushes over your senses.

“pretty girl…” you close your eyes at the words, loving how it sounds from him.

“all mine, all for me” excitement courses through you at his words.

you open your eyes again when he squeezes your hip. eyeing his blonde hair, sharp eyes, perfect nose.

jeno…fucking lee jeno.

you keep your composure, squeezing your eyes shut to see if you could break yourself from the trance. memories flooding your head because of his words. why’d he have to sound so much like jeno now? all those times jeno called you his pretty girl, caressing you as he reminded you of who you belonged to. you were his, not eric’s. what the hell were you doing.

you open your eyes again and this time you do see eric. he’s close, very very close. he inches closer and closer to you, lips hovering over your own. he closes his eyes as soon as his lips touch yours. frozen. you couldn’t move.

guilt overwhelmed you as he kissed you. forcing yourself to kiss him back. your clutched the material of his shirt, same as earlier when you made out with jeno.god, you felt sick. you were such an asshole. why’d he have such a tight grip on you? you thought you were over him.

eric pulls away from you and you look at him, searching for any kind of discomfort. sighing silently when you don’t see any. he smiles at you, holding a hand out offering to help you down. you nod, taking his hand as you hop off the counter. you turn, grabbing your cup as you down the remaining liquid in one go. with a deep breath in and out you turn around to face eric. accepting his open hand, you hold his hand. allowing him to lead you out of the house.

—

you screamed into your pillow, kicking your feet. kevin groans for the umpteenth time this morning.

“yn…for the 10th time, please shut the fuck up!” he groans, looking at you with a tired expression.

ever since eric dropped you off you’d been awake. currently it’s 9am, he dropped you off at around 1 in the morning. you couldn’t sleep, how could you sleep? you kissed your boyfriend that’s not your boyfriend and thought it was jeno! you’d be insane if you could get a good night’s rest in this situation. kevin sadly had been woken up by you and been up since then. listening to you rant on and on about what you're going through. he suggested calling jeno and telling him and he earned a pillow to the head.

“yn, please…go to sleep” kevin pleaded and you sighed.

grabbing your phone to check the time, 9:49am.

you didn’t have class but you were tired. you nod, climbing under the sheets. kevin cries out in happiness, practically leaping into the bed sheets. he cuddles up under your covers, immediately falling asleep. you smile at your friend, pulling his glasses off his face and sitting them on your bedside table. shortly afterwards you do the same as him, falling asleep.

—

it’s been about two weeks since the part ordeal occurred. two weeks since you’ve spoken to jeno. you’ve seen him around, swinging by the baseball wing to say hi to the boys every now and then.

most of your time was given to eric though. he still hadn’t asked you out yet, which kind of bummed you out but on the other hand you were glad. you still weren’t completely sure you wanted to be with him 100%. yeah you had feelings for him, but apart of you still yearned for jeno. it was becoming more and more adamant to you every time you saw him.

seeing him all sweaty right after practice, or shirtless with a towel hanging loosely around him fresh out the shower. not to mention the deja vu from the locker room because of the multiple quickies you and him had here. he knew something was up with you too, noticing your little glances and lingering touches.

you were on your way to meet up with eric for lunch, already standing in the elevator. you press the number 1 and wait patiently, rocking back and forth on your heels. you watch as the numbers light up as you pass through the floors. watching the doors open before you step out of the elevator.

rounding the corner as you pull out your phone to text him.

you: where are you ?

eric: im in the parking garage, you out front?

you: yeah, i just got here.

eric: ok, im coming rn.

you nod, locking your phone and putting it away. you look around nervously before you flick your wrist to the time. 3 o’clock on the dot.

sungchan facetimed you earlier, so if sungchan was already out of practice you knew jeno was too. and you know he’s still here because you see his car parked across the street from you. you just hoped eric would beat him here.

“yn?” you hear, and you don’t even need to turn to know who it is.

fuck, fuck, fuck. you think to yourself.

you look up at the sky, cursing your bad luck. with a sigh you reluctantly turn to face him. locking eyes with him, he’s standing a few feet away, his arms crossed over his chest.

“can we talk?” he asks, and you wanna say no.

every bone in your body is telling you to say no. you inch towards him, taking the smallest steps ever known to man. once you’re not too far from him he turns, leading the way leaving you to follow awkwardly.

“were you waiting for someone?” you nod, tucking some stray hair behind your ear.

“yeah, eric.” you say blankly, not realizing you slipped up till after you said it.

“eric…sohn?” jeno asks, pulling his car door open.

you nod slowly, fingers toying with the hem of your jersey.

“you know him?” you ask, curious as to what his answer will be.

jeno laughs shortly, shaking his head no. he nods his head to you, followed by a short ‘get in’. the both of you are now sitting in his BMW, awkwardness and tension filling the air. the only sound coming from the AC.

“why’d you—”

“do you–”

the both of you start at the same time, both laughing now. you let him talk first.

“do you still have it on?” he asks and you roll your eyes.

you pull the chain from under your jersey, showing him the necklace he gifted you. he smiles, leaning in to touch the piece of jewelry. he eyes it, fiddling with the golden j dangling from it. he looks up at you and your breath gets stuck in your throat.

before you could even protest he presses his lips onto yours. you kiss him back, everything around the two of you disappearing as you continue to make out with the blonde boy. sighing when he grips your thigh, rubbing and squeezing at the skin sweetly. you missed his touch. the two of you exchanged spit for what seemed like hours…all worries leaving your body. this is what he did to you. he made you forget about anything and everyone. all stress, worries, problems, it didn’t matter when you were with him.

you pull away from him, wanting to look at his face. you caress his cheek, soaking up his features.

“i missed you…so fucking much” you sigh, leaning in to kiss him again.

you continue to kiss jeno, both of you unbeknownst to the gaze of a certain someone.

—

end.

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Could I request Eddie Kington and the reader as mixed matched a team?

Eddie Kingston as a tag team partner (Eddie Kingston x Fem!Reader):

Genre: Crack

Summary: How I would imagine Eddie as your tag team partner

Word Count: 700

Supreme Speaks: OKAY IK IM LATE BUT BETTER THAN NEVER. thank you to @hookerforhook for being so patient and lovely (please lemme write more for you). I hope you and everyone else enjoys. ALSO, i hope everyone is doing well and remember you are loved and appreciated.

Warnings: slightly proofread, an obscene amount of yall (sorry I'm just country and hood)

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You know that older brother who loves you but will bully you at every given chance?

Yep, that’s Eddie

He’ll protect you from your opponents, will drop a ref for you, will chew everyone and their mommas out 

But is quick to spear you and give you a noogie

I feel like the way ya’lls team came to be wasn’t because he was soughing after a tag team partner (cause he’s Eddie Kingston and he’ll kick anyone's ass)

But it came to be when you helped even the odds with JAS and you actually didn’t mind fighting the dudes

At that moment, Eddie knew you were his partner

“Why Me?”

“Because you literally just kicked everyone’s ass…besides you’re the only other person in the back I like…besides Mox and Lulu of course.”

That’s right; out of all the enemies and allies he had in the back, he considered you an ally

HOWEVER, I still think he wouldn’t open up to you immediately but would gradually become more comfortable with you

At first, he would only talk to you for match purposes

And then he started hanging out with you a little bit before the show

And then he would text you “you good?” If he hasn’t heard from you (if you respond, he’ll say “great, btw fuck you”

Everything would change when he needed a place to crash cause all the hotel rooms were taken and you allowed him to crash with you

Although he left before you could wake up, he left you a note stating how he’s blessed that he has you as a friend

Now ya’ll at the point where ya’ll are inseparable

Where ever you go, he goes, and vice versa

Ya’ll in each other favorite contacts

Eddie would act like he genuinely doesn’t like you (in the eyes of others) but everyone knows he adores you

You two know each other like the back of your hands

Will tag you on Twitter posts that remind him of you, ya’lls friendship, or just things you need to see

Would say “EW” or “Gross” at you (if you're just walking by) or if you mess up in the ring he’ll laugh and say “you suck”

But heaven forbid someone else said that about you

Everyone can see how much you mean to him

Anyways you would do the same to and for him

You made it your goal to annoy the living shit out of him (and to make him scream and shake his fist at the sky)

But you were quick to shake someone if they irritate him

You played little pranks on him, stole his shirts (and threatened to burn them), made him cut promos on random items

“Now pretend he just lit your family on fire”

“Y/N, this is a toilet brush”

Now in the ring, your and Eddie’s styles complement each other

And you often came together to do tag team moves (especially the ones that Eddie learned from watching old Japanese tapes)

But if you were ready to get out the weapons, he was right behind you (either getting more weapons or just watching)

Essentially, you had crazy ideas and he just supported you in any way he could

Would not wear matching ring gear colors, but will match t-shirts with you (if you have tag team merchandise)

If not, ya’ll would wear each other’s designs

You two could pick up on the other’s next move without talking (you could expect/predict what he was gonna do and how you follow up or help)

Not gonna lie…Eddie would tag you in the match on the head/in the face

I can just see him lightly slap your head to signify a tag

If ya’ll won, then ya’ll were celebrating by doing chest bumps and getting food after the show

If ya’ll lost, Eddie would just berate everyone in sight (except for you)

Despite what he says, he would never talk down to you or degrade you (you’re his soft spot)

Would introduce you to Mox and form a trio if the situation called for it

Overall…Being Eddie Kingston’s tag team partner would be a rollercoaster, but one that would become your favorite rollercoaster