#lyric ... lyric that's now how you make friends ...

[bytemee]

SO ANXIOUS, CAN’T TAKE IT — YU JIMIN.

“how do i keep these on? how do i let you know? girl, you deserve a show.

synopsis. karina learns that good things come to those that wait. or she learns that she should make sure your friend mason never speaks to you again.

pairing. mean!sorority!karina x loser!gp!reader

warning(s). 18+ smut, g!p reader, p in v (unprotected), one lil slap, pet names (puppy ofc), semi public sex (in a car in a secluded parking lot...whatttttt???), karina is really down bad for reader, they say i luv u so much *throws up*, yeah the smut at the end is so ugh! i cant even omg

words. 4.5k

authors note. i didnt wanna name this naked (bc the lyrics are from naked by doja cat)...prob the last of the series that'll be over 2k words and the last thing i have in the vault. everything else will be requests from u guys

this is the part where i actually make a masterlist!!! & start updating where do you sleep.. iguess

part one. part two. part three. part four. part five. headcannons. navigation. main masterlist.

the library was unusually quiet for a weekday evening, except for the steady murmur of conversation from a nearby study group and the occasional clatter of dice on a game board. karina sat next to you, one leg crossed over the other, staring down at a confusing mess of cards, pieces, and rules she didn’t understand.

it was one of your nerd friends who made the game—mason was his name. you explained how he’d spent months perfecting it and would proudly be the narrator for your group's first playthrough. karina didn’t care about the game. she barely knew what was going on. but you were there, and that made it okay.

she wasn’t even sure how to play or what she was supposed to do. you had tried your best to explain, but mason had been explaining the rules to the other players the entire time, and karina could barely focus. your friends were mostly the same as always. all a bunch of nerds that you were close to during high school and stayed in touch with through college.

and then you introduced her to your friends; they were a bit shocked when the president of the biggest sorority on campus said she wanted to hang out. but mason quickly welcomed her with open arms.

karina looked down at the game board, trying to understand the confusing mass of colors and shapes. a large blue square seemed to represent a lake, a path snaked through a forest of green, and there were lots of small tokens and miniatures scattered across the map. the rules were long and complicated. she hadn't understood a single one.

you took a deep breath and set down a card in front of karina.

"the evil king has captured the prince's lover!" mason announced. "it is now up to you, the player, to save her. but you have been locked in the king's dungeon. what do you do?"

"i…" karina hesitated, trying to remember the few things you had told her about the game. she could either go to the prince or to his lover. but she didn't know which one to pick. her eyes met yours.

"go to the prince," you said quietly.

"no, go to the lover," mason replied. "the prince is a jerk anyway."

karina sighed, feeling completely lost. she didn’t understand the dynamics of the game—why the prince was a jerk, why the lover needed rescuing, or what the king even wanted. she was just following your advice, since you were the one who had actually learned the rules.

“the prince,” karina decided reluctantly, even though mason rolled his eyes dramatically. she picked up a miniature knight figure and moved it in the general direction of the game board’s castle.

“bad move,” mason said with a grin. “you fell into a trap. you’re dead.”

karina glared at him so sharply he actually flinched. “seriously?”

“you suck at this game,” mason teased, but then quickly backed off when he caught her stare again.

the conversation around the table resumed, with mason narrating another turn, but karina had already tuned it out. she reached over and gently brushed her fingers along the nape of your neck. it was a small touch, but one that grounded her.

for the past three weeks, this had become her life. waiting outside your lectures just to see you. tagging along to the conventions she didn’t understand or care about. sitting through endless, painfully boring games and conversations, all just to be near you. she had hoped that by doing all this, things would go back to how they were before—when the two of you couldn’t keep your hands off each other, and all you wanted to do was stay in bed together.

but it hadn’t happened. you seemed content with how things were—maybe too content. you hadn’t even kissed her since your talk in her dorm three weeks ago. instead, it was karina who couldn’t stop herself from reaching for you. every time she did, she hoped you’d do the same. but you never did.

she was losing her mind.

“hey,” she leaned down to whisper in your ear, lips brushing the shell of it. “wanna leave? go do something else—just us?”

you didn’t pull away, but you didn’t look up either. “in a bit,” you murmured, eyes glued to the game. “i’m almost at the next level.”

karina clenched her jaw. mason smirked. she shot him another glare.

later that night, karina took you out—just the two of you. dinner at a small ramen place you both used to frequent, followed by a long walk along the river. it had been…nice. easy, even. but karina had hoped for more. every time your shoulder bumped hers, her heart jumped. every time your hand swung a little too close to hers, she wanted to reach out. but you didn’t.

when the night ended, she brought you back to her dorm. it was late, and when you set your bag down by her bed, her stomach fluttered. overnight bag, she thought. you’re staying the night.

her anticipation skyrocketed as you unzipped the bag—until you pulled out an old, beat-up console and started untangling the cords. karina blinked. you knelt by the tv, plugging the console in like it was the most normal thing in the world. then you paused, your expression nervous.

“am i allowed to do this?” you asked, hesitant.

karina quickly nodded, but she wanted to scream. allowed? was this a sleepover or something?

you started setting up the game, and karina flopped down on the bed, burying her face in the pillows. she didn't know how long you were going to keep this up. three weeks had felt like a lifetime. and she had thought…no, she was sure—she had made up for her mistakes. she was doing everything right now, and yet it still wasn't enough.

the game loaded, the familiar old-school theme music playing softly through the speakers. you adjusted the controller in your hands, fully immersed. karina slowly pulled herself up from the pillows, moving to the edge of the bed where you sat cross-legged on the floor in front of the tv.

what was she supposed to do? she had done it all—played the role of prince—princess— charming, and still you were slipping through her fingers like a story without a happy ending.

karina leaned forward, her fingers brushing against your hair before gently weaving through it. her touch was slow and careful, as if trying not to break whatever fragile peace had settled between you. she played with the strands absently, twirling them between her fingers, her mind half on you and half lost in thought.

your hair was soft. it smelled good. but you didn’t respond.

then, she tugged lightly, her fingertips massaging your scalp. this was a thing she did. something you loved.

but you didn’t lean back into her touch like usual. your shoulders were stiff. you didn't look at her. you didn't even seem to notice.

you kept playing.

karina felt a surge of frustration. she tugged harder, her movements no longer gentle. you grunted, your hands faltering on the controller.

"ouch, karina. what was that for?"

karina’s jaw clenched, her fingers freezing in your hair. “what was that for?” she repeated, her tone sharper than she intended. “i don’t know, maybe because i’ve been following you around like a lost puppy for weeks and you barely even notice me.”

you paused the game, setting the controller down on the floor. “i notice you,” you said quietly, not meeting her eyes.

karina moved to sit on the edge of the bed, her legs brushing against your back. “no, you don’t. not really. i show up to your lectures. i sit through hours of your nerd conventions. i come to these stupid board game nights and watch you get all excited. and yet…” she trailed off, pressing her hands to her thighs, digging her nails into the fabric. "nothing."

you sighed, running a hand through your hair where she had tugged too hard. “i'm just listening to what mason has been telling me. i don't want to overwhelm you."

her brows knitted together. mason…who was—oh. that fucking mason. karina blinked down at you, processing what you’d just said. “wait—what? what has mason been telling you?"

you sighed and shifted on the floor, still not looking at her. “mason��s been playing therapist through all of this. he told me that if we’re not a couple, we shouldn’t be doing… couple things.”

karina’s brow furrowed. “couple things?”

“yeah,” you said with a shrug. “like kissing…and you know…he says that we shouldn’t move too fast if we're not girlfriends."

"excuse me?"

mason had no business getting in the middle of her and you. and besides, what did he know about what she could handle?

her brain seemed to short-circuit. “but… you are my girlfriend.”

you finally looked at her, one brow raised. “you never asked me that.”

karina froze. her mouth opened, then shut, and for the first time all night, she was at a loss for words.

the silence stretched until karina blurted out, “do you want to be my girlfriend?”

you blinked at her. “no.”

“what?” karina’s voice pitched slightly higher. “what do you mean, no?”

“that’s not how you ask someone,” you said, shaking your head. “that sounded like you were asking me if i wanted to go run errands.”

karina stared at you, stunned. was that a joke? you had to be joking. but there was no hint of amusement in your expression.

"you want me to ask you out? okay." karina cleared her throat. she was not used to being put on the spot like this. especially not with you. this was usually the other way around.

"y/n," karina started again, her nerves bubbling under her usual confidence. "i’m serious about you. i want to be more than this… whatever this is. i want us to be together—officially. so, will you be my girlfriend?"

you leaned back slightly, arms crossed. “karina, you’re asking me in your room. that’s not how you ask someone.”

karina blinked, thrown. “what do you mean?”

“it has to be… something grand. special. not just sitting on the edge of a bed with a game paused in the background. otherwise, it won’t feel like it means much.”

karina’s shoulders slumped for a second before she straightened, her hands curling into fists. there was no way in hell she was going to let herself fail at this. if that's what you wanted, then fine. karina would make this the most special, romantic thing ever. “fine. you want grand? i’ll give you grand.”

the next weekend, karina didn’t just take you somewhere—she took you everywhere.

she planned an entire day out: a visit to a scenic lookout, a boat ride across the river, a stop at your favorite dessert café, and finally, she led you to a secluded spot on a hill overlooking the city. you walked beside her, hand in hand, admiring the view. the sun had started to set, casting the sky in shades of red and orange. it was beautiful. the kind of view you could only see if you were high above the city. you leaned against the railing, watching the sun dip lower behind the buildings below.

karina stood beside you, her gaze lingering on the side of your face. you didn’t notice. or, if you did, you didn't comment. she reached for your hand again, lacing her fingers with yours. when you didn’t react, her chest tightened. she had a plan. a script. everything she was going to say, and yet now, standing beside you, looking at the sunset, her tongue was tied.

"this is beautiful," you said, your eyes sparkling as the last rays of the sun lit up the horizon.

"it is," karina murmured. she could have said a lot of things. that's why i brought you here. this is what we could have. but she didn't. her heart was in her throat, her palms sweating.

karina turned toward you, the words on the tip of her tongue. "y/n…"

"yeah?"

"i…i need to tell you something."

you met her gaze, tilting your head. your expression softened. "what is it?"

"i want this to be perfect. i want you to remember this moment because i’m serious about us.”

you opened your mouth to respond, but she pressed on.

“i’m not just following you around because i have nothing better to do. i’m here because i care about you. and i want to be your girlfriend. officially. so… will you be mine?”

a smile spread across your lips, and her heart stopped. you nodded slowly, reaching up to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. "of course i'll be yours, karina."

the words had barely left your mouth before karina practically pounced on you, pulling you into a kiss. her hands were in your hair again, her lips pressing against yours with an urgency that left you breathless. when she pulled away, her eyes were shining.

when she pulled back, her eyes sparkled. “so… you want to stay the night?”

you couldn’t help but laugh. “karina, it’s our first date as a couple.”

“okay? what does that have to do with anything?”

you gave her a teasing smile, leaning back slightly as you clarified, “it’s the first date as a couple, karina. you know the rules. third base only happens on the third date.”

karina blinked at you, her mouth slightly open as if to argue, but no words came out. instead, she let out a dramatic groan and fell back onto the grass, throwing her arm over her face. “seriously, y/n? third base rule? who even made that up?”

you smirked, stepping back to avoid her exaggerated flailing. “i don’t make the rules; i just follow them.”

she groaned again. "you're so annoying."

"says the girl who just asked me out with a video game paused in the background."

her groan turned into a whine.

by the time the third date rolled around, karina was determined to speed-run the process. she planned another full day of activities—brunch, a visit to an art exhibit, and a movie. afterward, she walked you back to your dorm. you felt lighter than you had in weeks, finally enjoying the ease of being with her.

as you both stood outside your dorm, karina hesitated, shifting on her feet. “so…” she started, hands fidgeting. “since this is technically the third date, maybe you could—”

you raised a brow, waiting.

“—you know, come back to my place?” she finished, giving you a hopeful smile.

you thought for a moment, lips pressed together. “mmm… i think i’m just going to sleep here tonight. my roommate’s gone for the first time in forever, and i kind of want to enjoy having the place to myself.”

karina groaned softly. “y/n… please? it feels like it's been forever since we've done anything together."

your cheeks flushed. "karina, i—"

"we don't have to do anything," she said quickly, cutting you off. "we can just watch a movie and cuddle. i won't even try to seduce you."

"karina," you warned.

"okay, okay. maybe a little. but only if you want me to!"

you laughed, shaking your head at her antics. “you’re impossible, you know that?”

karina gave you a playful pout, stepping closer. “come on, please? just a little more time together. i miss you.”

you sighed. how could you resist when she was being so sweet?

"alright, alright," you relented, giving her a smile. "i guess we could spend a little more time together."

karina let out a soft squeal, throwing her arms around you. "you're the best!"

that night, the two of you stayed up watching a movie, curled up on your small twin bed. karina's head rested on your chest, her hand stroking the skin just below the hem of your shirt. you were barely paying attention to the screen.

after a few minutes, karina lifted her head to look at you. "are you enjoying the movie?"

"not really," you admitted.

she shifted, propping herself up on her elbow. "do you want to do something else?"

you hummed, eyes meeting hers. "like what?"

karina's gaze dropped to your lips. "we could make out a little."

you rolled your eyes, smiling. "how subtle."

"is that a yes?"

"maybe," you replied, unable to keep the laughter out of your voice. "if you play your cards right."

"you're killing me here, puppy."

you shook your head. "come here."

she leaned forward, pressing her lips to yours. her kiss was gentle and warm, and her tongue flicked out to swipe against your bottom lip. you sighed, deepening the kiss. she tasted sweet, and the familiar scent of her perfume filled your senses. the rest of the movie was long forgotten as karina kissed you hungrily. her hands wandered under your shirt, tracing patterns on your skin. you pulled her closer, tangling your fingers in her hair.

when you finally broke apart, karina was flushed and breathing heavily.

"that was…"

"nice," she finished, her lips curving into a satisfied smile.

"yeah." you smiled back, resting your forehead against hers. "nice."

the next week, karina found herself in a similar position—only this time, the two of you were in your car, parked in a dark, quiet parking lot. the day had been perfect: a long walk through the park, endless conversation, and laughter that made your stomach hurt.

now, her lips were locked with yours as she leaned over the middle console, one hand cupping your face while the other gripped the back of your neck. your hands found her waist, pulling her in as much as the cramped space would allow. karina’s fingers skimmed along your jaw, her lips trailing down to your neck.

"y/n," she moaned, her lips trailing along your jaw.

"mmm," you hummed, arching into her touch.

"i love you," she murmured, her hands slipping under your shirt.

you froze. "w-what?"

"i love you."

you pulled back slightly, eyes wide as you processed her words. your heart thudded against your chest. “w-what?” you repeated, not quite sure if you’d heard her right. she leaned in closer, "i love you, y/n. i’ve loved you for a while now. i couldn’t keep it in anymore.”

she paused, studying your expression. "is that bad?"

you quickly shook your head, but the shock hadn't fully faded from your face. "no, it's just…i love you too, karina—"

"then it's settled," she interrupted, leaning forward to kiss you again. her touches were firm and confident, and you could feel yourself getting swept away by the intensity of her feelings. karina had always been one to go after what she wanted, and it seemed like now was no different. she wanted you, and she was determined to show you exactly how much.

karina let out a soft gasp as you pulled her into your lap, her thighs straddling your hips. she settled easily against you, the fabric of her shirt slipping up and baring a sliver of her hip. you traced your fingertips along the exposed skin, goosebumps erupting in their wake.

"y/n," karina breathed, her hands cupping your face as she leaned down to capture your lips once more. you sighed into the kiss, your hands gripping her hips as you pulled her closer. karina's body felt hot against yours, and the air in the car seemed to grow thicker as the moments passed.

your hands slipped under her shirt, and the bare skin of her back felt smooth beneath your touch. karina shuddered at the contact, her fingers tangling in your hair as she pressed closer.

"i want you," she whispered, her lips ghosting along the shell of your ear.

"karina," you murmured, your hands trailing along her back.

"i've missed you," she continued, her lips skimming along your neck. "i've missed this. i've missed us."

your hands tightened on her hips, pulling her flush against you. "me too," you murmured, nipping at her jaw.

she pulled back slightly, her gaze locking with yours. her eyes were dark, and her lips were swollen from your kisses. she looked breathtaking.

your hands slipped back under her shirt, your hands grazing every inch of her back, her sides, and her stomach. she shivered, her eyes closing. you couldn't help but smile. she was so responsive to your touch, and it made your heart swell with pride.

a part of you remembered you were in the middle of a parking lot where anyone could see you, but another part of you didn’t care. not when karina was looking at you like that. the car windows were tinted, and it was late enough that there were few people around anyway. and besides, you were beyond the point of rationality.

denying yourself of karina for the past three weeks had been torture. you had missed her more than you realized. and now, being with her again—feeling her warmth, her touch, her kisses—was overwhelming. you wanted more. she couldn't seem to get enough of you as well, her hands skimming across your skin, as if to commit the feel of it to memory. your bodies seemed to fit together perfectly, your curves molding to hers as she pressed closer.

karina's lips found your neck, nipping and sucking at the tender skin there. her teeth grazed your pulse point, and you swore you could feel your heartbeat everywhere, like it was thrumming through your entire body. she was driving you wild, and you could feel your control slowly slipping away.

you leaned in and captured her lips once more, kissing her with all the passion and desire that had been building up inside you over the past few weeks. karina moaned against your lips, her fingers tangling in your hair as she pulled you closer. she tasted like the cherry lip balm she always used, and you couldn't get enough of it.

your hands slid up her back, pushing her shirt up until it bunched around her shoulders. you pulled away just long enough to tug it over her head, tossing it into the back seat. then, you were on her again, your lips finding hers in a heated kiss.

karina's skin felt hot against yours as your hands roamed her body, exploring every curve and dip. you trailed kisses along her collarbone, down her chest, and across her stomach. she arched into your touch, her head falling back as she let out a low groan. your hands skimmed along her thighs, the fabric of her pants suddenly feeling much too restrictive.

you tugged at the waistband, looking up at her for permission. karina's eyes met yours, pupils blown wide with desire. she nodded, her hands tangling in your hair. “just hurry up and take them off,” she groaned.

you slowly pulled her pants down, your fingers skimming along her skin as you went. she shivered under your touch, her eyes fluttering shut. you discarded her pants and took a moment to admire the view. she looked stunning, her chest heaving, her cheeks flushed, her hair mussed.

you could barely believe she was yours.

her hands fiddled with the string on your sweatpants before she finally slipped them off your hips. the feeling of her bare skin against yours made you both gasp. it felt like electricity was running through your veins, and every nerve ending seemed to be on fire. karina's fingers tugged at the waistband of your boxers, and you lifted your hips, allowing her to remove them.

karina couldn't even begin to explain how badly she needed you. every fiber of her being seemed to hum with desire, her body aching for your touch. she had been so patient, waiting for you to give her some kind of sign that you wanted this as badly as she did. but now, with your hands gripping her hips as if you were afraid she might disappear, she knew she didn't need to wait anymore.

then, slowly, gently, she lowered herself onto you. the two of you gasped in unison, the sensation sending sparks shooting through your bodies.

"fuck," she breathed, her voice shaky. "that's— fuck, you're— oh, my god."

you clutched at each other as if you were trying to meld into one being, your lips finding hers in a searing kiss. karina began to move against you, slowly at first, then picking up the pace.

karina's rhythm was tortuously slow, like she was trying to make this moment last as long as possible. but you were past the point of patience, and you found yourself bucking up against her, desperate for more friction.

"please," you whined, and she obliged, increasing the tempo.

karina let out a low moan, her hands gripping your shoulders tightly. "i love you," you whispered, throwing your head to the side, biting your lip to keep from screaming out as your pleasure intensified.

"y/n," karina breathed, her hand wrapping around your neck as she pressed messy kisses to your face. "i love you too."

a slap echoed through the car, followed by a small giggle that shortly turned into a moan. karina bit her lip, stifling another laugh as your head snapped over to her.

"did you just slap me?"

karina nodded, still smiling. "i want you to look at me, puppy. i've missed those pretty eyes."

you tried to say something, but the words were lodged in your throat; all you could manage was a strangled moan.

you tried to say something, but the words were lodged in your throat; all you could manage was a strangled moan. karina's fingers trailed along your neck, tracing the line of your collarbone.

"c’mon…look at me, puppy."

your eyes met hers. they were dark and hooded, the pupils dilated with desire. you couldn't look away, not even if you wanted to.

your name fell from her lips in a desperate plea, and you couldn't help but smile. you knew you wouldn't last long—not with the way karina was moving against you, her hips grinding down, her hands gripping the back of your neck. the sound of her voice, the sight of her body, and the feel of her skin against yours—it was all too much.

karina's movements became more erratic, her breaths coming in short gasps. she buried her face in your neck as she reached her peak, her whole body trembling with the force of her orgasm. "y/n," she cried out, her voice muffled by the crook of your neck.

your own climax followed soon after, the two of you clinging to each other as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you. you held each other tightly, neither wanting to let go, the air in the car thick with the smell of sex. you didn't know how long the two of you sat there, basking in the afterglow, but eventually, karina's voice broke the silence.

"i love you," she murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple.

you smiled, the words falling easily from your lips. "i love you too, karina."

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[solxamber]

For the Valentine’s Day event

Cater, Romantic, APT. by ROSÉ and Bruno Mars.

Specifically the lyrics

“Kissy face, kissy face sent to your phone, but I'm trying to kiss your lips for real”

Always excited for your content!

And don’t overwork yourself! :D

"Don't you want me like I want you" || Cater Diamond

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠: APT. by ROSÉ and Bruno Mars

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 760

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: Mutual pining, Friends to Lovers

It starts, like most things with Cater, as a joke.

A playful nudge here, a winking emoji there — an endless game of Are we? Or aren’t we? that neither of you have ever bothered to define.

You’re both out of NRC now, graduated and trying to figure out what adulthood means — which, for you, seems to be juggling work, friendships, and whatever this is with Cater.

It’s never been serious, not really.

Because Cater doesn’t do serious. He’s all smiles and filters and perfectly crafted captions. He’s the kind of person who knows exactly how to flirt without ever letting it get too real, like love is something that only happens on the other side of a camera lens.

But then there’s you.

And, well… you like to push buttons.

It’s a game between you.

A push and pull, a dance along the line of something real—so close to crossing, but never quite.

The stolen moments stretch between you: a lingering touch when you pass him something, a glance that holds too long before one of you looks away. The way your voice gets softer when you say his name, like it’s something precious, something that belongs only to you.

And Cater… Cater tells himself it’s fine.

It’s fine if you never say anything, because he’s good at this. At pretending. At keeping things light and easy, at making sure no one ever sees the part of him that wants.

But sometimes, it gets hard.

Like when you call him late at night, your voice warm and sleepy, saying, “Hey, you’re still up, right?”—and he always is, even when he wasn’t before.

Or when you lean into his space without thinking, close enough that he could just tilt his head and—

But no.

You don’t cross the line.

So he won’t either.

Until one afternoon, when the line between flirting and something more starts to blur.

It’s one of those lazy Sundays — the kind where the sky’s too blue and the breeze too warm to do anything productive. You’re at Cater’s place, sprawled out on his couch, scrolling through your phone while he fiddles with the playlist.

“Hey,” he calls from the other side of the room. “What do you think of this one?”

A sultry beat hums from the speakers — something slow and sweet, a little too romantic for a playlist that's supposedly just background noise.

You raise an eyebrow. “Feeling a bit sappy today, Diamond?”

Cater winks. “What can I say? I’m a man of many layers.”

You roll your eyes but your heart skips a beat — because that’s what he does to you. Makes you laugh, makes you want, makes you wonder if this little game you’re playing is ever going to end.

He flops down next to you, close enough that his thigh brushes against yours. He’s still grinning, but there’s something else in his eyes — a flicker of something that makes your stomach flip.

“You know,” he says, voice light but careful, “for all the kissy face emojis you send me… kinda rude you’ve never actually kissed me.”

Your brain short-circuits.

It’s not like Cater hasn’t said things like this before — he’s always toeing the line, always dangling his words just far enough out of reach that you can’t grab onto them.

But this time feels different.

This time, his voice is a little too soft. His smile is a little too real.

And maybe it’s the playlist or the lazy afternoon sun or the weeks of almost piling up in your chest — but before you can stop yourself, you lean in.

And kiss him.

Not a quick peck. Not a flirty brush of lips.

A kiss. Slow, lingering — the kind that tastes like every unsaid word between you.

For a second, Cater doesn’t move. His brain seems to short-circuit just like yours did, frozen with wide eyes and parted lips.

But then — oh.

Then his hand slides to your waist, his other hand tilting your chin up as he kisses you back, just as slow, just as deep.

And it’s not a joke this time.

When you finally pull away, breathless and a little dizzy, Cater just stares at you.

“Uh,” he says, voice hoarse, “was that… to prove a point or…?”

You burst out laughing, forehead dropping to his shoulder. “Shut up.”

He’s laughing too, but there’s a softness to it now — a sweetness underneath the usual teasing. His fingers are still resting on your waist, like he’s afraid to let go.

“So…” he starts again, and for once, his voice wavers. “Are we… still just flirting, or…?”

You tilt your head, biting your lip — the same playful glimmer in your eyes. “I don’t know, Diamond. Wanna kiss me again and find out?”

Cater laughs, breathless. “Yeah,” he whispers. “Yeah, I think so.”

You grin, and it’s the same smile he’s always loved—the one that makes him feel like the world isn’t so scary after all.

And this time, when he leans in, he doesn’t hesitate.

Masterlist ; Valentine's Event

[runninriot]

Happier With You

written for the @steddiesongfics february prompt and as fill for my @steddiebingo card prompt: The Hideout

song inspo: Happier by Ed Sheeran | rated: T | wc: 3.199 | tags: emotional hurt/comfort, heartbreak, second chances, love confessions, angst with happy ending | complete fic on ao3

This was supposed to be a fun night out with his best friend. Nothing special, just him and Robin going to the open mic night at The Hideout – a place he usually avoids for reasons but never would’ve thought said reasons would choose this night specifically to come back and haunt him. Had he known, Steve would’ve fought with his hands and feet not to be dragged into this hell.

It’s not Robin’s fault; she didn’t know this would happen. Neither of them could foresee that a night that started out so full of joy, could turn into a dreadful nightmare. That the laughter from earlier would get stuck in his throat, forming a lump too big to swallow around. Restricting his airways and making it almost impossible to breathe.

Maybe, if they didn’t have their backs turned to the little stage on the other side of the decently crowded room, he could’ve reacted differently. Maybe, had he seen rather than felt what was coming for him, he would have had the chance to get up and leave before it was too late.

That’s not what happens, though.

Because when first note hits him, it feels like a bullet shot right through his chest, tearing open old wounds that never quite managed to fully heal. Leaving him frozen in shock, no chance to run and hide to protect what little of his heart is still intact.

He hasn’t heard this voice in almost a year but still recognises it the moment it fills the room – honey-sweet and deep and warm, hanging thick in the air like suffocating campfire smoke slowly creeping into all the broken parts of him.

How could he forget?

How could he ever forget what his voice sounds like?

Even like this, singing a song that’s so different from the music he used to play back when they were still part of each other’s lives.

Back when Steve would’ve done everything for the man whose heartfelt lyrics now try to kill him. Steve would’ve given him the world but apparently, that wasn’t enough. He wasn’t enough.

Not enough to make him stay but enough to- write him a song?

There’s no doubt those words are directed at him; the story too close to theirs – one moving on while the other is looking at them from the outside.

Only he’s twisting the truth. The words an accusation so vile it makes Steve want to scream. Makes him want to storm the stage and punch him right off the bar stool he’s sitting on. Guitar in his lap, eyes closed, pouring his heart into the mic. Sitting there looking hurt.

Having the audacity to make Steve the one who moved on. Blaming him for trying to find peace when everything was falling apart.

As if Eddie hadn’t made him choose someone else. Pushed him into the arms of a person Steve didn’t even want, not anymore.

Because he wanted Eddie.

But again, it seemed, Steve had fallen for his own mind’s tricks. Clinging to the illusion that there was something between them. Something worth fighting for. Something that turned out to be nothing but smoke and dust and the cause for an aching heart.

Eddie made him question everything. Made him feel insecure about his own intentions. Tried so hard to make him believe that what he felt was just a silly infatuation that would soon again dissipate into something less meaningful. Convincing Steve of a fact he knew not to be true.

Because Steve wanted Eddie like he had never wanted anyone ever before. His feelings were real, no matter how hard Eddie tried to make him believe that they weren’t. It could’ve been real, if Eddie had given him a chance.

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[tmrwds]

Jere's full ig stories rant translated under cut + some explanations

1 - "It's K here, hello from the sinners side aka Vantaa. I have to come to SoMe for a moment, as people have asked me now 'now that Erika and Tommy Cash are going to ESC, whose side are you picking?' I can say that fuck, I won't pick either side. People have such a need to be like 'pick a side', fuck that! I don't have to pick a side, I have two great friends, Tommy and Erika going to the contest. I hope they both win. Would it be possible, if both of them get the same amount of points? Yes, it would be. The contest could be maybe held in the border of Finland and Estonia, so in Åland. So, my answer is that I'll be representing both, I'll be a manager for both, I'll be a psyschostatic (video cuts off)

2 - "So, I won't continue, the video cut off on purpose and that's good, some higher being probably meant it that way. A little statement, usually I don't like making those but now I will. There's been a lot happening and hype about Vikman's Ich Komme, that's great, and lots of fucking whining about sex over here and taxis over there (References to Nylon Beat's song 'Seksi vie ja taksi tuo' from 1999 which was a big radio hit despite the lyrics) and about shaking the stem of a peach. Fuck! People these days are made of sugar-bun-mash* shit, of course I have a little bit of sugar-bun-mash here, but I meant over here (points his head). Fuck, sometimes I wonder about this world and think I'd rather be a fucking alien, humans are so stupid, humans are so- fuck, sometimes it really gets me [mad]."

*sugar bun mash/pullamössö: When used to refer to people, refers to people who haven't had to live through tough times or work for their dreams (deragatory)

3 - "In addition to the previous, basically people get so offended about everything on behalf of others. (sighs) I've seen it myself on my journey nicely, I don't know how many times I've gotten hate thrown at me, whining and moaning from people about every single thing. (sighs again) Don't people have anything to do these days anymore? Can it be that people no longer have a meaning for their life, they don't have anything to do in their lives, but have a goddamn need to write all kinds of fucking stuff across the internet. (looong sigh) Yeah, the world is ruined, I say. That's no good."

4 - The story with the chocolate - This is a multilevel joke, he's playing Tunteisiin (Salatut Elämät theme song) after making a rant, mennä tunteisiin can also mean "get worked up emotionally" which he did in the stories. If somebody asks on the internet "menikö tunteisiin?" It's a sarcastic way to ask "u mad bro?"

[starkeysprincess]

Petals & Promises

rafe cameron x Kook fem!reader

SUMMARY: Rafe Cameron doesn’t do romance—until after that wild night at the party, when he starts showing up at your door with flowers. No words, just a smirk and a bouquet. It’s probably just a joke... or is it?

wc: 3,4k (I got carried away 😛)

WARNINGS: some angst, mainly fluff, (idk what else to add lmk)

Y/N was curled up on her couch, overwhelmed with the strenuous college work that she had to turn in till next week. It was quiet on Figure 8, The afternoon sunlight filtered through the window, casting a soft glow across the room. The stress inside of her was slowly building up while cautiously reading through her essay, making sure not to make one single mistake. She was a straight A student after all, and the only thing that mattered to her was having perfect grades. Meanwhile her friends were going out, partying, drinking, living their best lives, she was bed rotting and freaking out about her future, it was stupid really.

suddenly, she heard her phone ring and when she saw that it was her best friend Lila, she couldn't of have been happier. Immediately she picks up the phone:

L: "hey girlll, how are you?"

Y/N: "hey Lil, I'm finishing up my assignment, as always, ugh im literally about to pass out."

L: "okayyy perfect then, I have the perfect solution for you, you're coming to Rafe Camerons party today at 8. You seriously need to loosen up."

Y/N: "wait- what? Lil, you know I can-"

L: cya there!

*the phone Hangs up*

"Fuck...." you mumble to yourself and let out a sigh. But on the other hand, maybe listening to Lila and forgetting about school wouldn't be so bad at all? I mean, as long as you don't get wasted what could go wrong? Time passes and you get up to fancy yourself up. It feels so stupid to you, but on the other side you've never been to a party before and a feeling of excitement rushes through you. Therefore you do a full face of soft glam makeup, touching it up with a rosey pink color of gloss and curl your hair. The last touch was the outfit, for which you had decided to go with a pretty dark blue evening gown and a pair of louboutin heels. If you were being honest, this was the prettiest you've felt in a long time. It felt relieving to feel comfortable and beautiful in your own body again. You leave your house and start walking to Tannyhill. Once you get to your destination, you see a large crowd of people in front of the Cameron household. You step into the house, and boom—music shaking the walls, bodies everywhere, air thick with booze and something fruity. Before you can even process, Lila spots you.

“GIRL, FINALLY!” she stumbles over, nearly spilling her drink. “I was ’boutta send a damn search party. By the way you look JAW DROPPING”

“Thank you but you texted me two minutes ago.”

“And that was two minutes of suffering,” she says dramatically, shoving a cup into your hand. “Now drink.”

You sniff it. “What the hell is this?”

“Who cares? It’s alcohol.”

You take a sip—mistake. “Bro, are you tryna poison me?”

she cackles. “Lightweight. C’mon, we need shots.”

Fast forward—you're both gone.

You’re clinging to each other, half-dancing, half-tripping, screaming the wrong lyrics to some song. Your head spins, but in a fun way.The room spins. The lights blur into streaks of neon, and the bass vibrates through your chest like it's syncing with your heartbeat. You don’t know how long it’s been—minutes? Hours? Your head is heavy, your legs unsteady, and suddenly, Lila is gone. Panic flickers through the haze of alcohol. You push through the crowd, bumping into sweaty bodies, murmuring half-apologies. Your vision tunnels, and the edges of the world start to fade. Shit. You need air. You need to sit. Stumbling toward the wall, you brace yourself, blinking hard to clear your vision. The party keeps moving around you—people laughing, dancing, making out in dark corners—but it all feels distant, like you're underwater. But even through your fucked up vision and fuzzy head, you see and feel someone eyeing you down.

And then you see him.

Rafe Cameron.

He’s across the room, leaning against the counter, drink in hand, watching you. Not just looking—watching. His sharp blue eyes flicker under the dim lights, unreadable, intense. Your pulse stutters. Whether it's from the alcohol or the way he tilts his head slightly, like he’s debating something, you’re not sure. All you know is that everything else—the noise, the people, the chaos—fades into the background.

It’s just you and him.

Your legs give out before you can take another step. The world tilts violently, and the last thing you feel is the cold floor meeting your body. Distantly, voices blur together, someone laughs, music pulses through your skull. Then—warm hands. Strong arms wrapping around you before you hit the ground completely. The scent of cologne, sharp and clean, cuts through the alcohol haze clouding your brain. “Shit.” A deep voice, close. Your head lolls against something firm—a chest? A shoulder? You can barely process it, everything slipping in and out of consciousness like a bad dream. “Yo, is she good?” someone asks. “She’s fine,” the voice responds, low and controlled. “I got her.”

Then you’re moving. Lifted effortlessly, arms hooked under your legs and back. The warmth is grounding, but your mind is too fogged to fight it, to even think about what’s happening. Cool air kisses your burning skin as you’re carried outside. The music muffles behind closed doors, replaced by the sound of steady footsteps, the distant hum of crickets.

You try to mumble something, but it comes out as a slurred mess.

“Relax,” the voice says. “You’re safe.”

Safe. The word wraps around you, pulling you further into the darkness.

The first thing you notice is the warmth. Not just from the hoodie wrapped around you, but from the air itself—quieter, softer than the freezing night outside. The second thing is the scent—clean linen, expensive cologne, a faint trace of cigarette smoke.

You’re not at the party anymore.

Your head is still spinning, but the pounding bass, the suffocating crowd, the overwhelming chaos—it’s all gone. Replaced by something calmer. Safer. Blinking hard, you push yourself up slightly, your body weak and heavy, and that’s when you see him.

Rafe Cameron.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on his knees, head tilted slightly like he’s been watching you this entire time. But not in the way people usually say he does. There’s no arrogance, no sharp amusement. Just something unreadable. Something almost… gentle. His blue eyes flicker over your face, scanning, assessing. “You good?” Your throat is dry, but you manage to croak, “Where—?”

“My place,” he says simply, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “You were out of it. I wasn’t about to leave you there.” The weight of those words settles in your chest. You were vulnerable—completely out of it—and instead of taking advantage, instead of leaving you behind, he brought you here. Safe. Taken care of.

You were confused, and on the other hand you were partially panicking, why would Rafe Cameron take you to his house?

“I—” You don’t even know what to say. Your hands clutch at the hoodie around you, only now realizing it’s his. The sleeves practically swallow your arms, the fabric drowning you in warmth. “You were shaking,” Rafe says like he’s reading your mind. “Figured you could use it.” Your stomach flips. Why is he like this?

You’ve heard the stories—Rafe Cameron is reckless. Selfish. Dangerous. But the guy sitting in front of you? He’s none of those things. Maybe it's just an illusion, maybe he just wants to get between your legs and leave you. He shifts, reaching for the glass of water on the nightstand, then holds it out to you. But when you try to grab it, your fingers tremble too much. You're unsure of wether you should trust him or not.

Rafe notices.

Without a word, he lifts the glass to your lips himself, his free hand cupping the back of your neck, steadying you. His touch is warm, careful, almost hesitant—like he’s afraid of hurting you. The moment stretches, something thick and heavy settling between you. When you finish, he pulls back just slightly, his thumb barely grazing your skin before he lets go. The loss of contact makes something tighten in your chest.

“You feeling okay now?” His voice is quieter now, softer.

You nod weakly. “Yeah… thanks.”

His lips press together, like he’s debating something. Then, finally, he sighs and runs a hand through his hair.

“I don't want you to go there anymore.”

Your breath catches. “I—what?” Rafe lets out a small, breathy chuckle, almost like he can’t believe himself either. “You just… you don't belong at parties.” He glances away for a second, then back at you.

Your heart drops, unsure what he means and you swear you could feel your face heat up in embarrassment.

Your fingers tighten around the hoodie still wrapped around you, and you finally whisper, “Why?”

Rafe holds your gaze for a long moment, the air between you thick, heavy with something neither of you know how to name. Finally, he reaches out, fingers barely grazing your cheek, his touch featherlight. It sends a shiver down your spine.

“Because it’s you,” he murmurs. He stares you down with a neutral face expression. The embarrassment lingers, twisting in your chest.

Parties aren’t for you.

Rafe’s words replay in your mind, making you feel small. You tug his hoodie tighter around you, avoiding his gaze. He sighs, grabbing his keys. “C’mon. I’ll take you home.” The drive is quiet until he finally speaks. “You think I meant that in a bad way.” You hesitate. “Didn’t you?” His grip on the wheel tightens. “No. I meant… you don’t need that shit. The fake smiles, drunk assholes, guys looking at you like—” He stops, jaw clenching. “Like you’re something to mess with.”

Your heart stumbles.

“I just—” He sighs. “It’s not you.” The weight in your chest shifts. Not gone, but lighter. When he pulls up to your house, he reaches out, tugging the hood over your head gently. His fingers graze your jaw, slow, careful. “Get inside safe,” he murmurs. You nod. “Thanks… for everything.” As you step out, you don’t look back.

But if you did, you’d see him still watching. Still waiting.

Two days pass, but you can’t shake the way Rafe looked at you that night. The softness in his voice, the weight in his eyes. Like he saw you differently. Like he wanted to say something but couldn’t.

You tell yourself it was nothing. That it was just a moment. That Rafe Cameron doesn’t do things like that.

But then— The doorbell rings.

When you open it, he’s there.

Standing on your porch, dressed in a dark hoodie and jeans, looking almost nervous. And in his hands—a bouquet. Not just any bouquet, but the kind that looks like it came straight from some overpriced florist. Deep red roses, white lilies, wrapped in a silk ribbon. Your breath catches.

“Uh…” You blink at him, words failing you. “Are you lost?” Rafe huffs a small, breathy laugh, shaking his head. “No.” He glances down at the flowers, then back up at you. “These are for you.”

You just stare. Because—what? After a beat, you slowly take them, fingers brushing his as you do. The petals are soft, the scent rich and overwhelming. “Rafe…”

“I know,” he cuts in, running a hand through his hair. “This is… not what you expected.” You nod, still too stunned to process. He exhales sharply, like he’s bracing himself. Then, finally—

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you.”

Your heart stutters. Rafe looks away for a second, like this is harder for him than it should be. When he speaks again, his voice is lower, rougher.

“That night? Seeing you like that? It fucked me up.” His blue eyes meet yours, and there’s nothing cocky in them. Just honesty. Raw and unfiltered. “I don’t know when it happened, but somewhere along the way, I started caring. And it scared the shit out of me.”

You swallow hard, your grip tightening around the flowers.

He takes a small step closer, voice dropping even lower. “But you looked at me like I was good that night. Like I was worth something.” He scoffs under his breath, shaking his head. “And I wanted to be that. For you.”

Your chest tightens, your pulse pounding. Rafe runs a hand over his face, exhaling sharply. “Look, I don’t do this shit. I don’t—” He gestures vaguely, like this is beyond him. “But I can’t not do this with you.”

Another step. Closer.

“So let me take you out. A real date.” His gaze softens, voice barely above a whisper now. “Let me prove I can be good for you.”

The world narrows to just him. His eyes, his voice, the plea hidden beneath it all.

And suddenly, it doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks.

Because this? This feels real.

[valkyriexo]

When You Start Getting Distant Because You’re in a Relationship | Maknae Line

ᑉ³pairing; Friend! OT8 x Reader

ᑉ³genre; Headcannon, angst

ᑉ³warnings; none I think!

ᑉ³authors note; You guys seemed to like the hyung line! Here is the Maknae Version Hyung Line

╰┈➤ Han

Tries to act like nothing’s wrong, but it’s so obvious something is. He still jokes around, still sends you funny messages—but there’s hesitation now, a nervousness in his texts that wasn’t there before.

Overthinks everything. Did he say something weird? Is he being annoying? Are you ignoring him on purpose? His brain runs in circles, making up worst-case scenarios.

Writes songs about it. Instead of telling you how he feels, he pours it all into lyrics....verses full of confessions, frustration, and so much longing.

Tries to distract himself with food and games, but nothing feels the same. Even his favorite snacks taste bland when you’re not there to steal a bite. His high scores don’t feel like victories when you’re not there to celebrate.

Gets weirdly competitive with your S/O—even if they don’t know it. If they post a funny joke, he has to post something funnier. If they do something romantic, he mutters, “I could’ve done it better.”

Has a hard time Dealing with his emotions. Emotions and Han Jisung don’t mix well...so it explodes out of him all at once.

"You’re really just gonna leave me behind like this?"

The words come out sharper than he intended, but he can’t stop them. His usual playfulness is gone.

"I mean, seriously—what happened? One second, we’re fine, and the next, I barely exist to you."

He lets out a dry laugh, shaking his head. "You don’t text first anymore. You cancel plans. And every time I try to talk to you, it’s like you’re already halfway out the door."

You try to explain, but he just throws his hands up.

"I get it, okay? You have someone now. But did that mean I had to lose you completely?"

His voice is quieter now, but his eyes, usually so full of light, are clouded with something else.

"I was supposed to be that person."

His throat bobs as he swallows hard.

"You think I didn’t notice? The way I felt whenever you were around? The way I’d drop everything just to see you smile?" He laughs bitterly. "I knew it before I even admitted it to myself."

Then, finally, his voice barely above a whisper—

"But I guess I was too late, huh?"

And for once, Jisung has no joke to cover up the pain.

╰┈➤ Felix

Tries to be supportive, even when it hurts. He forces a smile, tells you he’s happy for you, and pretends like his heart isn’t sinking every time you mention your S/O.

Still checks up on you, even if you don’t check up on him. Sends you little “Did you eat?” or “Get home safe” texts, even when you stop replying as fast as you used to.

Bakes way too much. His kitchen turns into an emotional war zone....cookies, brownies, cakes, anything to keep himself busy. But no matter how many sweets he makes, nothing takes away the bitter feeling in his chest.

Tries to keep up his usual affection, but it feels… different. He hesitates before reaching for a hug, pulls away too quickly, laughs a little softer when you ruffle his hair.

Plays video games as an escape. But even when he wins, it doesn’t feel as satisfying when you’re not there to celebrate with him.

Finally breaks when he realizes you’re truly slipping away. He wanted to be patient, wanted to be the good friend, but that didnt go as planned.

"You don’t need me anymore, do you?"

Felix’s voice is quiet, almost trembling, but his eyes are locked onto yours...searching, begging for an answer he’s afraid to hear.

"I mean… I get it," he laughs weakly, forcing a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. "You have someone now. You’re happy. That’s all I ever wanted."

He pauses, swallows hard.

"But… was I ever that important to you?"

Your breath catches, and he takes a shaky step back, hands clenching at his sides.

"Because it doesn’t feel like it anymore." His voice wavers, his deep tone softer than ever. "I’m still here, you know? I still—" He stops himself, letting out a quiet sigh.

Then, almost too soft to hear—

"I still love you."

It’s out before he can take it back, and when he sees your eyes widen, he lets out a small, sad chuckle.

"I tried to ignore it. I told myself it was enough just to be near you. But then you started pulling away, and suddenly, I wasn’t even part of your life anymore."

His voice cracks, and he shakes his head, looking down.

"I should’ve told you sooner, shouldn’t I?"

When he looks back up, his usual warmth is dimmer.

"But it’s too late now, isn’t it?"

╰┈➤ Seungmin

Acts like he doesn’t care—but oh, he cares. His usual teasing gets a little sharper, his sarcasm a little more pointed. He pretends everything is normal, but his eyes tell a different story.

Stops reaching out first. If you want to talk to him, you can text him. (Except he still waits for your messages, still checks his phone way too often, still hopes.)

Gets quieter around you. Normally, he always has a witty remark, a playful jab...but now, there are more pauses, more silences that stretch a little too long.

Starts staying late at practice, distracting himself with work. If he can’t talk to you, he’ll at least be productive about it.

Refuses to admit he’s jealous, even when it’s painfully obvious. If someone points it out, he scoffs, “Jealous? Of what? Please.” (Meanwhile, his grip on his water bottle tightens.)

Finally breaks when he catches you actively avoiding him. He was fine with being second place.....until he realizes he’s not even in the running anymore.

"Are you serious?"

Seungmin’s voice is steady.....too steady. He stares at you, his expression unreadable, but there’s something burning behind his eyes.

"So this is how it is now?" He lets out a short, humorless laugh. "You don’t even bother pretending anymore, huh?"

You shift uncomfortably, and he shakes his head, jaw clenching.

"You didn’t even notice, did you?" His tone is sharp, but there’s something underneath it...something fragile, something aching.

"I stopped texting first. I stopped calling. I stopped everything just to see if you’d even care. And guess what?" He exhales sharply, looking away for a moment before meeting your gaze again.

"You didn’t."

The words hang in the air, heavier than either of you expected.

For a second, he looks like he wants to stop himself. Like he wants to shove the words back down. But then he sighs, running a hand through his hair.

"Do you even know how stupid I feel?" His voice drops lower, quieter. "Standing here, saying all this, when I already know how it ends?"

Then, almost as if the confession is being dragged out of him—

"I liked you, you know."

A bitter smile tugs at his lips.

"Maybe I still do."

His fingers curl into fists at his sides, but his voice stays painfully steady.

"But I’m not going to beg for your attention."

With one last glance...one that lingers just a second too long...he steps back.

"So if you’re going to keep pushing me away, then fine. I’ll stop trying."

╰┈➤ Jeongin

Tries to play it cool but completely fails. He acts like everything is fine, but his smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes anymore.

Laughs less around you. Normally, he lights up when you’re near, but now, his laughter feels forced...like he’s just going through the motions.

Overthinks everything. Did he do something wrong? Did he annoy you? Or are you just done with him? His thoughts spiral, but he never asks, too scared of the answer.

Becomes awkwardly formal. Where he used to call you cute nicknames or casually tease you, now it’s just “Oh, hey,” and “Yeah, sure.” Like he’s putting up a wall between you.

Starts avoiding you, even though you’re the one pulling away. If you don’t need him, maybe it’s better if he keeps his distance too. But it hurts more than he thought it would.

He sees you with your S/O and realizes he’s not the person you run to anymore. He wasn’t going to say anything, but his heart doesn’t listen.

"Do you even miss me?"

The question slips out before Jeongin can stop it, and when you turn to look at him, his lips press together like he already regrets saying it.

"Because it really doesn’t feel like you do."

His voice is soft, but there’s a rawness to it....like he’s been holding this in for way too long.

"I get it," he says, forcing a smile. "You’re happy. You have someone now. But..." His voice trails off, and he lets out a small, bitter laugh. "I guess I just didn’t think I’d lose you completely."

You start to say something, but he shakes his head.

"I used to be the one you told everything to. The one who could make you laugh even on your worst days." He swallows hard, voice growing quieter. "Now, I’m just someone you used to be close with, huh?"

He looks away, hands shoved in his pockets like he’s trying to keep himself together.

"I really liked you, you know."

The confession is barely above a whisper, like he doesn’t even want to hear himself say it.

"But I guess that doesn’t matter anymore, does it?"

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Worst Behavior~ J.Wy

“I can’t let you go. You’re so good at being bad, you know.”

𓆷pairing: cheater!wooyoung x afab!reader

𓆷genre: angst(if you squint..), office!au

𓆷features: san and yeosang from ateez, ryujin from itzy, dahyun from twice

𓆷synopsis: you know wooyoungs cheating with his coworker but you just can’t leave him

𓆷warnings: cursing, pet names, cheating, kissing, manipulation, self manipulation/sabotage, toxic relationship, toxic!wooyoung, tsundere!wooyoung, and arguing. (if i missed anything else please lmk!)

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𓆷border by ♡: @enchanthings

𓆷disclaimer: this is a fictional story that does not represent the idols in any way or form. If there are other content similar to this one it’s simply a coincidence. lowercase is intentional. I do not own the song lyrics, all credit goes to the song “Bad” by Christopher.

𓆷a/n: this was heavily influenced by wooyoungs bad cover on studio choom, tbh this was a 2am thought i decided to do. this is my first fic, criticism is appreciated but disrespect will be blocked, if i missed any spelling errors please feel free to lmk! tysm @wooskirbyplushie for proofreading for errors♡ like, reblog, & enjoy!

it hurt.

it hurts.

you were on the elevator up to surprise your boyfriend at his job for lunch. reaching the 14th floor you make your way to his private office knowing the building layout like the back of your hand. holding a takeout bag with his favorite dishes in one hand and your phone in the other, you walk past the open space to your left and pause seeing san sitting by the window on his laptop.

"san!" you called over, waving to your boyfriend's colleague who's also his best friend. "oh y/n, hey." he stands up quickly taking long strides towards you.

"hey, how are you?" you ask, smiling up at him. "im good, why are you here?" he asks glancing over your shoulder nervously. taken aback a bit your smile drops slightly. "what, i can't visit my boyfriend at work anymore?” you question, turning around to see just what is catching his eye when he grabs your shoulder to make you turn back towards him.

stumbling a bit "y/n wait-" he stammers out catching you before you hit the ground.

"san what the fuck? what is up with you." you cut him off grabbing his hands to remove them.

he sighs scratching his neck trying to come up with a lie, he needed to cover for wooyoung, knowing exactly what was going on in his office right now. "my bad y/n, there was." he trails off, "..a little bit of lipstick on your shirt. didn't want you going to see wooyoung with that mess on your shirt" he finishes off wiping your shirt with his thumb, emphasizing your name and wooyoungs slightly louder. stepping back from san you frown knowing you didn't have lipstick on today and had checked your outfit several times before leaving.

"okay you're acting weird as hell. thanks, i guess... i'm just gonna go see woo now, our food’s getting cold." you say holding the takeout bag up, turning on your heel unaware of the mess that was going on in your boyfriend's office. san sighed seeing wooyoungs work fling walking past fixing her outfit and hair quickly.

nothing could've prepared you for the leftover of a clear makeout session in your boyfriend's office. walking into his office you immediately take notice of his messy appearance and the lipstick on his neck. frowning slightly, forehead creasing you chose to ignore the obvious, feigning ignorance and flashing him a smile.

"baby, hey! i didn’t know you were coming today” he smiles, casually getting up from his chair to greet you. setting the food down you meet him halfway, giving him a hug. "hey woo" inhaling through your nose you’re hit with a strong feminine perfume that you know you don't wear because wooyoung said he hated it. you pushed the thought to the back of your head, taking a step back to look at him.

"how's work going? busy?" you asked while settling down on his couch, setting the food up on the coffee table. “its going” he shrugged nonchalantly sitting down across from you.

nodding you pondered whether or not to mention the mark on his neck, mentally battling for a few seconds before ultimately deciding to speak up. “you have something on your neck..” his eyebrows shot up looking in the mirror behind you. shifting slightly and reaching up to wipe it off. “i don’t remember kissing you there this morning” you muttered, “let alone wearing such a hideous shade of lipstick..” you added while rubbing his neck softly with your thumb.

“what are you talking about y/n” he chuckled letting you continue. “remember you were messing with your makeup last night after we finished dinner and never wiped it off? maybe not with all drinks you had last night. you were kind of out of it.” he teased. “i told you it was an ugly shade babe but you insisted it was pretty” he added pointing his finger at you jokingly. pouting at him, “no woo i only had one drink what are you talking about?” you ponder for a moment realizing you actually didn’t remember last night, choosing to believe him.

he must’ve realized you zoned out when he continues talking “baby i promise this was all your doing i dont even know why you’re wiping it off everyone already knows i have a pretty, loving girlfriend waiting for me at home” he insisted booping your nose.

smiling softly you sit back down nodding slightly. “so really woo, how’s work going?” you ask breaking your chopsticks and grabbing a piece of chicken. he smiles at you doing the same “it really is going but the boss said they’re firing a higher up and the position opened up-” he pauses taking a bite of his food. “-so they offered me the position” he finishes after chewing his food.

“oh that’s amazing my love! im so proud of you.” you exclaimed. conversation always flowed easily with wooyoung, thats why you loved him so much. time passed by as you conversed about what you did this morning and more about his upcoming projects while the two of you finished the food.

“as much as i would love for you to stay” he began while cleaning up the coffee table. “i have a meeting in five minutes” he finished walking back over to you. standing up you nod softly glancing down at your phone “thats okay, i was actually planning to visit yeo after coming to see you. im glad we could have lunch together” you smiled at him. his jaw tightened, wooyoung never liked yeosang, still doesn’t.

“that works out perfectly then” he responds walking up to you. “thank you for lunch y/n and for coming” he expresses grabbing your hand, trailing his hands lightly up your arms until he reaches your neck. grabbing your jaw he tilts your face up slightly. “of course woo i enjoyed it, we should do it more often to be honest its so relax-“ cutting you off he softly presses his lips onto yours. instinctively you trail your hands up his body resting them lazily on his shoulders as you deepen the kiss. pulling back you jokingly scoff, “if you wanted me to shut up you should’ve said that”. stepping back and winking at you he chuckled, “never that, you just looked kissable.” shrugging he looks up at the clock.

“okay ill walk you to the elevator its on the way to my meeting” he suggests holding his hand out for you to grab. nodding at him you grab his hand as he leads you out his office. “still you could’ve let me finish my sentence” you whined. making your way to the elevator and stopping you turn to him. “ill see you at home, i love you and have a good rest of your shift” kissing him on the cheek. “i love you too, get home safely ill see you later” he smiled.

“yeosang i swear i think he’s cheating on me” you announce the minute you walk into your best friends apartment. yeosangs been your best friend since elementary school, always the shoulder to cry on and ears to vent to. “no hey? how are you? hows your day going?” he asks rolling his eyes playfully watching you plop down onto the couch dramatically next to him. “hey how are you, hows your day going? i think hes cheating on me” you say squeezing your eyes shut.

“okay so why do you think that did you walk in on him? see something suspicious on his phone?” he questioned leaning over and grabbing the tv remote off the coffee table to play some background noise. “no and no… but he had a lipstick mark on his neck that he insisted was me but i would never wear such an ugly shade.. and when i hugged him he smelled faintly of that perfume i bought that he made me trash because he hated it” you explained running your hands down your face. “what do i do yeo?” you said fighting back the tears.

yeosang frowned at the way your voice sounded, rubbing a hand comfortingly up your arms to soothe you. “i mean you could do a couple of things, leave him immediately if you feel your right, wait it out to see if he slips up, or just ask him about it?” he suggests.

groaning you sat up “i think ill wait it out.. maybe hes right? thanks yeo” patting your head he stood up stretching, “anytime bug, do you want something to drink?” looking up at him you raised your eyebrows smirking. “are we talking drinkingg? or-” he cut you off, the second man to do so today. “no idiot water, soda, juice?” he rolled his eyes walking into the kitchen opening the fridge. “your no fun yeo.. ill take a water.” you sighed scrolling on your phone.

“hows you and dahyun?” you called to him as he walked back out to the living room with two water bottles throwing one at you. “catch” he said sitting down. catching the bottle last minute fumbling a few times before actually catching it. laughing at you struggling for a few seconds he caught his breath responding to your previous question “we’re good, actually i need advice on something.”

and like that you had been at his place for 3 hours talking, he was now walking you to your car as it was getting dark outside. “but no yeo really!” pausing to laugh. “remember when we went to the beach and you got stung by a jellyfish” doubling over. “its not funny y/n” he whined “i had pee on my leg..” he cringed. when your phone starts buzzing. looking down you see wooyoungs contact pop up. multiple missed calls and several messages come filing in. “ill call him when i get on the road” you mutter.

“okay yeo you get back in safely ill text you when i get home” you say turning and giving him a hug. “okay bug, ill talk to you later.” he replied returning your hug. watching you get in your car and drive off he turns around going back inside. connecting your phone to the car speaker while at the red light, dialing his number. “hey baby how was-” you began. “where the FUCK are you?” he cuts you off. your eyes widened as you put your foot on the gas pedal. “on the way home? why are you yelling at me?” you questioned. “why aren’t you already at home? where did you go” he argues clearly still mad. “i went to yeosangs house remember i told you when i saw you earlier.. im almost home can you calm down.” you reasoned.

pulling into driveway you turn the car off grabbing your keys and phone. “im home” you said before hanging up.

walking into the house taking your shoes off you call out for him. “woo? where are you?” setting your keys down and taking your jacket off you walk further into the house seeing him on the couch fuming. “why were you so mad love? i told you where i was going.” you hesitated approaching him. “i dont like him y/n i told you that.” he grumbled. “and you didnt say shit to me about going to his place” he added. you scoffed getting annoyed with his childish behavior. “wooyoung i shouldn’t need permission from you to visit my best friend. he has a girlfriend that he’s planning on proposing to. its not that serious we literally just talked, watched some movies, and ate.” you countered sitting down across from him with a sigh.

“its not that serious?” he whispered standing up. “its not that fucking serious y/n? are you kidding me?” he shouted, his eyes squinting as he looks at you. “my feelings and thoughts aren’t serious? how many times have i expressed i didnt like him? too many damn times.” he continued studying your facial expression. after a second noticing you werent responding he took a deep breath calming down. your eyes bored into him watching him, giving him a once over before standing to leave.

“baby- y/n shit im sorry. come back im sorry.” he begged grabbing your hand before you were able to fully leave. pulling you into his chest he continues whispering apologies. “i didnt mean to yell at you the stress from working and this just piled up im so sorry” he said smoothing your hair down in an attempt to calm you. sighing you pulled away “its fine woo, just don’t do that again. were grown adults who should be able to have an actual conversation that doesn’t blow out of proportion.” you reply.

“im sorry if you feel like im not taking your emotions seriously, i promise i am its just thats my best friend. i swear i told you that i was going. if i didnt im sorry ill make sure to tell you next time, but you can’t keep me from him. hes one of my only real friends” you expressed glancing up to gauge how he was feeling. nodding he sighed, “your right i cant, thats not fair to you. i won’t do that again im sorry” he replied. as you observed him he made a face that screamed he was lying and would do it again but you ignored the gut feeling that was telling you he was like.

nodding you backed away, “now that we solved that, have you eaten dinner?” you questioned raising a brow. scratching his neck sheepishly he shook his head. “no, not since earlier when you visited me” he whispered “JUNG WOOYOUNG- that was almost.” you glanced over at the clock. “ TWELVE HOURS AGO??” you exclaimed walking into the kitchen opening the fridge. “what would you do without me” you shook your head. walking up behind you he hugged you, “probably die” he teased kissing your cheek.

you cooked him a small dinner while making small talk with him about work while he continued to be in the way, teasing and stealing your utensils. grabbing pieces of food before you finished cooking, he was back to playing around and being him. after he ate you cleaned up and washed the dishes, the only things on your mind was your visit earlier and your argument. you thought about what yeosang said to you and decided to text him after your shower.

going upstairs you grab a towel from the hallway closet and walk into your shared bedroom to get clothes and your speaker. you look over on the bed seeing wooyoung laying on the bed with his dirty clothes on. “get off the bed with those dirty ass clothes on” you groaned smacking his butt. “when i do it, its a problem.. and just say you want to see me naked” he rolled his eyes before getting up and chasing you. “i-” you started to say before running off. “okay okay okay, im sorry wait” you exclaimed while laughing. “you know how i feel about dirty outside clothes on the bed.” you added. wooyoung was much faster than you so he caught up to after a moment attacking you in kisses. “uhuh and you know how much i hate you smacking my ass so were even” he shrugged before picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder.

“woo, baby put me down” you said through giggles, smacking his back playfully. “nope” he said making a pop noise at the end of the word as he made his way back to the bedroom. “ive gotta shower woo, i have work in the morning” you groaned trying to wiggle your way out of his grip. “fine” he shrugged before throwing you on the bed. as you were sitting up he tackled you back down with kisses. “woo” you whined trying to escape his attack. “okay okay im done go shower you smell” he teased sticking his tounge. “i stink?? stop playing mr. i sat in my office for hours, you stink” you countered walking into the bathroom and setting up your music, stripping down and getting in.

getting out you dry off putting lotion on and get dressed. you walk out to see him sleep on the floor. walking over you lean over nudging him softly, “woo get up you gotta go shower.” you whispered as you continue shaking him. after a few attempts he gets up with a groan walking into the bathroom. once your hear the shower turn on you sit down on the bed grabbing your phone and opening yeosangs contact.

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“y/n?” wooyoung calls out to you as he walks to the bed. “hm? yes woo? whats up?” you say locking your phone and looking up at him. “who were you texting?” he asks climbing into bed smelling like after shave and cedar wood. “oh just yeosang, he was asking me for ring options” you smile plugging your phone to the charger, setting it on the nightstand and rolling over to him. you hate lying to him, it hurts but you arent going to openly admit you were talking about him to the guy he hates.

a line appeared between his eyebrows as his frowned. “this late at night though?” he asks as he pulls you closer laying his chin on the top of your head. “mhm i guess he really needed advice” you mumbled leaning your head on to his chest. “you smell good” you add yawning after. “thanks its that body wash you bought me” he replies seemingly dropping the previous conversation. “remind me to buy more when you run low, its a good scent” you trailed off with another yawn. “okay baby go to sleep” he chuckles kissing the top of your head. “mkay woo, night i love you” you reply closing your eyes. “i love you too” he whispered.

in the morning you wake up to find wooyoung not beside you. reaching over you grab your phone seeing it read 5:20, ten minutes before your alarm was set to go off. rolling back over you were going to go back to sleep when you heard him in the hallway talking to someone. getting up you slide your slippers on and put your robe on, the cool winter draft coming through the windows you’ve asked him to cover them with plastic. with a shiver you walk closer to the door trying to hear if there was a second person in the house. not hearing anybody you assume hes on the phone, walking away you were going to give him his privacy when you heard him say “okay babe, i love you bye”. “babe?? who the fuck is he talking to.” you mutter to yourself trying to stay calm.

you hear him coming closer the room so you pretend to be busy looking for an outfit. “babe?” he calls out for you after shutting the door. “in the closet” you respond. he opens the closet door and walks up to you, “good morning babe” he says before hugging you. “mhm morning” you grumble shaking him off of you. he leans in to give you a kiss when you put your hands in front of his face. “nope you have morning breath” you said before grabbing a sweater and some flare jeans. “but you always kiss me in the morning, bad breath and all.” he whines out trying to kiss you again but meeting your hand. “didnt sleep well?” he questions.

“no i slept well… who the hell is babe and why were you talking to her?” you snapped. taken aback he steps back flustered, “babe? what are you talking about… do you feel well?” he asks feeling your forehead. “youre not hot..” he trails off. “cut the bullshit wooyoung i heard you on the phone, who the hell is babe?” you exclaimed. his eyes widen slightly before laughing. “what the fuck is so funn-” you start to ask before he cuts you off. “baby calm down.. babe is my aunt.. remember aunt babe, she was letting me know that her sons wife had the baby” silence followed his statement as you squinted your eyes at him.

“I don’t remember an aunt babe..” you responded after a few seconds racking your brain for anytime he may have mentioned an aunt babe or a cousin having a baby, surely he would have said something about a baby at least once. “your memories getting bad y/n maybe you should go see a doctor?” he suggests walking out of the closet leaving you to your thoughts.

when you finish looking for your clothes hes nowhere to be found, shrugging you take a shower, brush your teeth, and change into your work clothes styling your hair. hes still nowhere to be found when you leave the bathroom going to your vanity. sitting down you start your makeup when he walks back into the room making his way to the bathroom. “woo? im sorry baby i dont know what got into me. im sorry for yelling at you” you call out to him. “its fine pretty, i probably would have done the same if i heard you on the phone telling someone that” he replies with a small smile before heading into the bathroom.

after you finish your makeup you walk downstairs to see he cooked breakfast, looking at the food he made you notice most of it was things your allergic to. with a frown you walk to the fridge grabbing ingredients and cooking. by the time he came downstairs you were sat down eating with a cup of coffee. “do you like the food i made your favorite.” he said grabbing a plate and sitting down beside you. “you look gorgeous by the way he says giving you a small peck on the lips. “woo these arent my favorite, most of it im allergic to. how could you forget that?” you expressed with a small frown on your face. “i made myself a separate meal” you added picking up your coffee and taking a sip.

“i didnt forget? you never told me that..” he hesitated. “i did woo, multiple times. even when we go out to restaurants you hear me tell them that” you sigh taking a bite into your food. “im sorry baby ill remember next time promise” he said before digging in to his own plate. after cleaning up you leave for work with a heavy heart wondering if he really is cheating everything falls into line, but you question if you would leave him or hope for change.

a few days afterwards everything seemed normal, no arguments no weird slip ups just what seemed to be a normal healthy relationship. you guys were back to a regular routine: wakeup, eat, go to work, eat, shower, and sleep. of course there was some other activities involved but you enjoyed the routine you had. you were happy to see everything go back to normal.

you were on the way home from work when wooyoung called you. smiling to yourself you picked up the phone putting it on speaker phone. “hey babe whats up? im on the way home now” you called out. no response, “woo?” you called out again. still nothing, you go to hang up the phone when you finally hear a voice. “wooyoung you there?” you hesitated.

“i really don’t want to keep going behind her back why dont you just break up with y/n? you already made me stop being friends with her to cut suspicion..” a feminine voice came through the speaker. you recognized that voice and when you did your heart broke, that was your ex best friend ryujin she worked with wooyoung and had set the two of you up. you were friends for years up until she randomly cut you off, a year into dating wooyoung. “because wheres the fun in that? isn’t it fun sneaking around?” his voice came through the car speakers. you immediately hung the phone up thoroughly upset.

pulling into the driveway you see his car there aswell hoping what you heard had a reasoning. what you didnt expect opening your front door was to see another pair of shoes at the door that werent yours or wooyoungs. walking further into the house you heard a feminine laugh coming from upstairs, walking up the stairs you were praying it was the tv and he was watching a show.

he was watching a show for sure, just not the one you see on television.

when you walked into your bedroom you saw him first sitting on he bed shirtless laughing until he saw you. looking around you saw ryujin standing in front of the bed shirtless as well but wearing a pink lacey bra. “shit-“ was the only thing she said upon seeing you.

laughing hysterically at first before breaking down you look at ryujin. “thats low. so low of you to go, to stop being friends with me to what? hook up with my boyfriend that you set me up with..” you began. “y/n wait its no-“ she started to attempt explaining the scene you walked in on before you cut her off. “get out and now i dont care how you get home, get out.” you snapped. you watched her grab her shirt before leaving your bedroom, shortly after hearing the front door close.

looking back over at wooyoung he looked nervous for once. “baby i didnt know you were coming home..” he hesitated. that was the straw that broke the camels back, out of everything he could say he said that. a few moments pass “you too get out, go stay with san for a while or something i dont care. leave” you mustered the last remaining strength you had saying that before breaking down, falling onto bed sobbing.

wooyoung left, he packed a small bag, made a phone call and left.

days had passed, you didnt go to work calling out sick. you cried and cried before you got a call from wooyoung on the 5th day, you sent him to voicemail but he kept calling. after a few attempts you eventually answered. “what do you want wooyoung, dont you think that me declining your calls means i dont want to talk to you?” you said. “but you answered this one” he teased. “im coming home tonight, im out of clothes and we need to talk” he added seriously before hanging up. you sighed sitting up “you have got to be shitting me” you groaned.

he was serious, you heard him calling for you the minute he came in. “where are you pretty?” he called out heading up to the bedroom where we saw you lounging on the bed. “there you are.” he said smiling at you. when you looked up you saw him with your favorite flowers and a teddy bear. you opened your mouth to speak when he shook his head. “let me talk first love..” he trailed off setting the bear down on the bed and the flowers on the dresser. “im so sorry y/n okay? really, i promise i shut things down with her and transferred her to another unit she won’t be an issue anymore. i blocked her.” he reasoned. “san set my head straight and made me realize i cant lose the best thing i have.” he added, eyes darting everywhere around the room but not looking at you directly. “i cant lose you y/n please-” he continued voice cracking slightly as a tear rolled down his face.

you took what he said into account. “you promise?” you whispered, he immediately nodded his head. “ill even quit to show you how serious i am, i love you too much to lose you” he replied quickly. “you dont have to do that, just dont do that again” you said and he immediately tackled you peppering you in kisses. “i promise my love, i love you so much okay” he exclaimed.

the first few days were rocky but you expected that, eventually everything went back to normal when you decided to visit yeosang and apologize to him in person with some of his favorite snacks. knocking on the door he opens and sees you with everything in hand and a smile. “can i come in?” you hesitated before he moved aside letting you in. “if you’re here to complain about wooyoung you might as well turn around and leave.” he began, “leave the snacks though” he added teasingly. “nope i came to apologize, i shouldnt have went radio silence on you. for one, that night he came in when i was about to respond. secondly i needed time to think about what you said. Im sorry yeo i’ll try to take what you said into thought.” you shared before looking back up at him.

shockingly he was looking at you smiling. “its okay bug, i understand where you’re coming from” he replied before adding “movies and snacks?” “well yes!” you said laughing while moving into the living room and setting up.

a few hours and movies pass when you look up at yeosang with a sigh. “he was on the phone the other day and said bye babe i love you, he told me it was his aunt. then made food he claimed was my favorite but it was shit i was allergic to. then theres was the phone call … then i walked in on him with you would never guess wh-” you randomly blurted out

“get the fuck out” he ordered cutting you angrily.

“wha- yeo? why?”you questioned. “the first thing i said to you was and i quote if you’re here to complain about wooyoung you might as well turn around and leave and you said nope” he exclaimed. “all it is is wooyoung wooyoung wooyoungs, im so sick and tired of hearing about it. I love you y/n, i do but get out. and dont text, call, or come over here till you breakup with him. you wont take my advice so if you choose to stay in a relationship with a man and ruin your mental health theres nothing for me to do.” he snaps.

tears filled your eyes as he yelled at you. “im so sorry yeosang, i am really. please dont do this please… your my only friend” you begged. his heart broke seeing you cry but he had to put himself first “get out y/n i dont want to hear it.” he muttered pushing you towards the door opening it and softly shoving you out and closing the door. you cried at his door knocking and begging him to open it back before giving up and getting in your car driving home on the way home you saw a message come through from yeosang.

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arriving home you opened the front door still crying. “woo?” you called out sobbing. “baby where- where are you?” you cried walking around the house looking for him. he eventually came running down the stairs seeing you in distress, running over to you. “whats wrong pretty why the tears?” he asked coming over and hugging you. “me and yeosang got into it over something and yelled at me then kicked me out” you said softly fighting the tears. “i told you y/n, i didn’t like him for a reason. im sorry babe” he said smiling to himself while comforting you. after you calmed down wooyoung looked at you. “the only friend you need is me baby okay?” he commented. nodding you smiled at him. “maybe you’re right, shit maybe yeos right but i cant let you go..” you trailed off, “but your so good at being bad, you know?” you said.

“ill always be on my worst behavior baby.” he taunted.

[turtleblogatlast]

“Haven’t You Noticed (I’m a Star)” from Steven Universe works so ridiculously well for Leo

[spideypawz]

A BOY IS A GOONER*

[kindlythevoid]

Oranges - Clyde Lawrence // pazoo-underscore // Ao3 tag - social_mockingbird // Orange Juice - Noah Kanan // onlinehorseproblems // Oppenheimer dir. Christopher Nolan // amateurdigitaldesign // The Orange - Wendy Cope

Edit: So I finally got permission to add in the beautiful artwork of Big Bird and Snuffleupagus sharing oranges. It was in my original draft for it, but I got impatient and posted it minus Sesame Street. However, much thanks to @onlinehorseproblems for the art and the words!! I think it works as a nice segue into friendship, don't you?

[radio-4-is-static]

さよーならまたいつか！ | Kenshi Yonezu

誰かと恋に落ちて また砕けて やがて離れ離れ 口の中はたと血が滲んで 空に唾を吐く 瞬け羽を広げ 気儘に飛べ どこまでもゆけ 100年先も憶えてるかな 知らねえけれど さよーならまたいつか！

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Fall in love, only to be crushеd once again And eventually, go our sеparate ways Blood seeps in my mouth without warning And I spit into the sky Spread your wings and soar Fly away to wherever your heart desires Would we remember in 100 years? Who cares? So long and see you again!

[ghostclefable]

Post-war Katsuki has taylor's Lover album on repeat and you will not convince me otherwise

[everysongineverykey]

what the fuck do you mean soul brother is about brian may. what do you MEAN freddie mercury wrote a song about brian harold may that went "he's my best friend, he's my champion, and he will rock you, rock you, rock you, cause he's the saviour of the universe, he can make you keep yourself alive, make you keep yourself alive, cause he's somebody, somebody you can love" what do you mean he just wrote that and then casually told brian may about it in the studio one day and was like surprise! i've written a song about you, but it needs your touch! break out that guitar! what do yuo mean they both wrote songs aimed at each other at least once but brian wrote so many for freddie he can't remember which one he was working on at the time. WHAT DO YOU MENA

[dailybakudekusong]

Today's Daily BakuDeku Song Is: Follow You - Imagine Dragons

Call you up, you've been cryin', cryin' all night You're only disappointed in yourself, alright Taking those, taking those losses if it treats you right I wanna take you into the sunlight If the world would only know what you've been holding back Heart attacks every night Oh, you know it's not right

[seilon]

pro: ran into a coworker at a bar last night who I don’t really talk to usually (he works upstairs, I work downstairs) and we talked and im pretty sure we were highkey flirting and he bought me a drink and the bar merch shirt i was interested in and thanks to the power of alcohol i guess i asked for his number and he gladly gave it to me and. yeah

con: i have the second worst hangover i have ever had and have been fighting for my fucking life just to eat saltines

[tankgotstuckinthecircusgate]

play with fire by the rolling stones is my roman empire tbh