#random thoughts pop into my head at 2am!!!

[stagefoureddiediaz]

Just had a thought!

What if Buck running in the wrong direction when there’s that call activating the 118 is buck running to phone Bobby because that call is about Athena’s plane and that’s how Bobby knows to go to the airport and why Buck is the one waiting for him??

Bucks in long sleeved uniform for both scenes!

[emma-d-klutz]

sufferable and insufferable mean the same thing as tolerable and intolerable but suffer and tolerate do not

[dark-cynder49]

Me: Wanting to experiment with different sexualities and gender identities with OC Characters

Me: Too nervous and uncomfortable to try anything because I don't fully understand them and I don't wanna represent them in a false way

[sugarnspice630]

Triple S - Jongho

Triple S: Solo Somno Session

(I thought the title was clever, please also like it :( )

•pairing: idol!jongho x gn!reader

•word count: 1.5k

•tags: mdni, reader has a wet dream, masturbation (male), slight somnophilia, Jongho tries to stay quiet, reader wakes up and teases Jongho ...did I miss anything? probably

Summary: You've been struggling to fall asleep and decide to video call Jongho to help you sleep, only your brain goes into overdrive causing you to have a wet dream and it certainly has an effect on Jongho.

A/N: Random thought that popped into my head at 2am before I went to sleep that I was inspired to write! Not much backstory on this one...Please be sure to drop a like, reblog if you enjoyed it, and comment your favorite part! Happy reading!

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Jongho had been away from you for too long. You were really starting to miss him and how he cuddled with you in bed late at night. Being in different time zones while he was touring made it hard to catch him in real time. You texted him that you missed him and wanted to know if you could video call to go to bed. You’ve been having some sleepless nights and thought seeing his face would help you get a good night’s rest. He responded fairly quickly and said he would be back at his hotel room soon and would call you. You just had to keep yourself awake for a little longer.

When Jongho got back to his hotel room for a day of rest, he settled into his bed and got everything set up to prop his phone up to give you a good view of him. He clicked on your contact and clicked the video call button. You were patiently waiting for his call, curled up in your bed with loads of blankets and the stuffed teddy bear he gave you before he left so you wouldn’t be too alone. Your heart jumped when you saw the phone screen change, and you quickly accepted the call. Smiling big when you saw his face on your screen, you were thankful you were able to spend this time with him. He smiled his gummy smile back at you, excited to see you all excited.

“Hi~.”

“Hi baby bear!” You replied from behind the blanket. Your mouth and nose were covered, but your eyes were visible. Jongho sat back and leaned on his elbow, still facing his phone, so he could stare at you. No words were shared, just big smiles and occasional soft giggles between the two of you that warmed both of your hearts. After a few minutes of staring lovingly at each other, you felt your eyes start to get heavy.

“Tired love?”

“Yeah..”

“You can go to sleep, love. That’s why I’m here—to help my darling sleep well.”

“Okie…” You groggily responded, but the truth was, you were already on the verge of falling asleep and had no idea what he was saying. Your eyes went fully shut, and you nuzzled your head into the pillow more to get comfy. Jongho watched and smiled as you got comfortable. He was happy to see you so cozy, even without him being there to cuddle you.

“Goodnight my sweet. I love you so much.” You just hummed in response.

He grabbed a pillow and set it behind him to prop himself up. Reaching for the remote to find something to entertain him. After all, he didn’t want to watch you sleep. You falling asleep that quickly with him on the phone reassured him how comfortable you are with him. Jongho would occasionally look over at the screen to check up on you. Smiling softly at your peacefully resting figure. The way the blanket softly lifted up and down, following your gentle breathing. Your bangs had gracefully fallen over your eyes. Okay, okay, maybe he did enjoy watching you sleep, but there was no creepy intent behind it! He just loved seeing you. You were his, and god did he love it. Jongho shortly turned his attention back to the TV, his brain filled with everything relating to you.

A few moments later, Jongho heard your breathing getting more rapid. He glanced over and saw you were still sleeping, but the blanket had moved from over your mouth. Your eyebrows are furrowed together, and your mouth is slightly hanging open. He frowned, assuming you were having a bad dream. You had been stressed, so it wasn’t unexpected. That was until he heard a soft whimper come out of you. His eyes got a little bit wider, and his face flushed a little. Were you having a wet dream? Surely that couldn’t be the case. He wiggled in the bed a little bit and softly cleared his throat, trying to distract himself from what he just heard. Not a few moments later, you let out another whimper, this time a little louder than the last. Jongho directed his attention to the video of you on his screen. Your eyebrows furrowed more, and you wiggled under the covers as well. Placing your face more into the pillow. Jongho couldn’t help but notice his dick twitched. The thought of you dreaming about something explicit while you were on the phone with him drove him crazy. We wanted to be there to help you, but he couldn’t.

“Jongho~.” You very softly muttered out. Fuck.

He bit his lip after hearing his name. He watched as you writhed around under the cover again, probably agitated that you were not getting the sensation you desired at that moment. His dick had become half-erect just watching you struggle in your dream. What exactly were you dreaming about? He wished he could transport himself into your brain just to see what was going on in that little mind of yours. You whimpered out again. You were driving Jongho crazy, and you weren’t even there physically. Jongho couldn’t help it, but he had to touch himself. He swore to never do anything while you were sleeping, but this was different, right? You were not actually there for him to touch and play with. He just had himself.

He gracefully reached his hand into his sweatpants and began to rub his hand over his cock. Watching your figure with careful eyes and taking in every detail of your face. Taking in the sweet sounds you were letting out. Knowing you were dreaming about him doing explicit things to you. Touching all over you and making you feel this good, only it was your imagination, but damn, if it had you feeling this way now, he was only more curious to hear what you’d actually sound like if he did those things to you. He tilted his head back as he continued to stroke himself. Trying to not make any noise, afraid he’d wake you up and take you out of your wonderful dream. You cried out his name again, and he started to stroke himself faster. He bit his lip to try to hide the soft whimpers that were starting to come out. Closing his eyes, he imagined it was you touching him like this. His hand was not doing the trick; he needed to trick himself into thinking it was you.

“Fuck…Y/N.” He softly called out. The pace he had set for himself was perfect for achieving his high. Unknowingly, his plea was louder than he intended and slightly woke you up from your sleep. You groaned as you softly opened your eyes. Your groan made him go more mad, and he started stroking himself faster. Unaware of what was just happening, except for the damp feeling between your legs, you were alarmed to see Jongho quickly rubbing himself out in the hotel room. You put your head back down on the pillow and watched him with one eye open. Your hair falling over your eyes and hiding the open one perfectly. He looked so beautiful, harshly biting his lip with his head tilted back and eyes closed. You decided to try to be sneaky and let out another whimper, intentionally. You saw Jongho open his mouth and groan softly.

“God dammit baby…so fucking good.” He said through gritted teeth. He was trying so hard to stay quiet to keep you asleep, but the only thing he was doing was making you even more horny. The wet feeling on your lower half started to make more sense. You were having a wet dream, Jongho heard you whimpering and groaning in your sleep, and his little pervert brain couldn’t help but get turned on and he had to jack off to it. You wiggled in your bed and let out another intentional moan. Jongho let out a few curses before he curled himself forward and tried to catch all of his cum in a tissue he had thankfully grabbed before. His heavy breathing and soft moans were like music to your ears, but you wanted to watch him secretly. You bit your lip and pushed yourself into the bed to try to stimulate yourself. Jongho took a few minutes to gather himself before he glanced over at the screen and saw you were still "asleep." He softly smiled at you before getting up to throw his dirtied tissue away. His smile warms your heart, and you pull the blanket back up to your face to further hide yourself. Feeling satisfied that you can make your boyfriend feel good even from thousands of miles away from each other. Jongho returned into frame and leaned back against the pillow, and took a deep breath, letting it out with a loud sigh. He turned his head back to his phone and saw you. The absolute love of his life. Thankful you did not just see the mess he had made from watching and hearing you have a wet dream.

“I saw that.” You muttered loudly and watched his face turn stone cold. His eyes grow wider than you’ve ever seen and his face goes pale. He quickly looks at you and you start chuckling. Something about watching your boyfriend get all shocked and embarrassed that he just masturbated to you was hilarious to you.

Tags: @abby-grace @pre1ttyies @isiloiale @moongoddess1982

[mingtinysworld]

Always loved you

Pairing: Jeong Yunho x fem!reader

Genre: roommates to lovers, best friends to lovers, smut, fluff, drunk reader

Word count: 1.9k

Summary: After a rough breakup and some drinking, you discover that you may have hidden feelings for your roommate. An intimate moment proves that to be true.

Warnings: MDNI, alcohol, cockwarming, unprotected sex (do not), cute shit, Yunho (deserves a warning)

A/n: second fic ever whoohoo!! I had this idea pop into my head randomly and I was obsessed. Not that I’m obsessed with the idea of cockwarming or anything. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed! - J

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“Ma’am, I think you should stop drinking!”

The bartenders concerned voice is drowned out by the deafening music around you. You take yet another sip of the strong whiskey and stumble back into the swarm of people.

You can’t even distinguish whose hands are on you. You sway side to side, accidentally bumping into random people. You’re doing your best to distract yourself, take your mind off of him.

Being broken up with hours prior, your heart keeps constricting with emotion, and you turned to drinking the pain away. You know you should stop, you know you should go home, but you choose to ignore it.

One song after the other, you keep dancing until your legs give out. Feeling the need for air, you push past the crowd towards the exit.

Taking a big gulp of the chilly air sobers you up just a bit. You then check your phone, which has been off for hours, and see countless notifications.

Yunho

Your lovely, sweetheart roommate. He’s left messages, along with calls and voicemails asking if you’re ok. It is almost 2am after all. You decide to call him, to check in, and also needing a ride home. After two rings, he picks up.

“Y/n? Are you ok? Why didn’t you pick up your phone? It’s been hours!! Are you hurt? Are you-” Yunho rambles on.

You can’t help but to chuckle at his worried tone. “Yunho, I’m fine. I’m sorry I didn’t answer, I may have been drinking a bit,” you say with a giggle, your words being slurred, “ugh I’m cold.” You can hear Yunho letting out a long sigh. He must not be thrilled to have to pick you up on yet another drunk night.

“Alright, hold tight. I’ll be there in 15,” You can hear the jingling of his car keys, “don’t go anywhere, got it?”

As he hangs up, the chill comes back. You feel hazy, and unwanted thoughts keep coming back. Surely you’d forget about him eventually, but it felt unbearable in the moment. Desperate for a distraction, you start pacing back and forth on the empty sidewalk, counting your footsteps. After a few minutes of looking like a lunatic, you see headlights approaching.

Yunho jumps out of the car to open the door for you. He looks good, in his plain white t-shirt and black jeans, and his hair fluffy. You can’t help but admire his broad shoulders and cinched in waist underneath that extra fabric. You finally start to get in the car after a few more seconds.

He can sense that there’s something bothering you, but he chooses not to address it. You appreciate the comfortable silence, and lie back to rest your body. To no one’s surprise, you end up falling asleep. As he finishes parking, you stir awake, and start heading upstairs to your shared apartment.

A couple times you trip up the stairs, Yunho having to right you. Both the exhaustion and alcohol in your system do not help. Finally, after a tiring couple of minutes, you’re at your door. While Yunho is fumbling with the key, you space out, staring straight at the wall.

As you walk in, the comfort of your space is so incredibly overwhelming. Yunho heads to the kitchen to get you a water bottle. As you gulp it down, you feel so conflicted. The break up was a long time coming, but it’s also making you feel so empty. Yunho notices you slumping down.

“Hey, do you wanna go to sleep now? You need a lot of rest,” he gets up, trying to pull you up, “come on sleepyhead.” You feel panic at having to leave him. You cling to his sleeve in distress and hang your head.

“Yunho…” you trail off uncertainly. His smile reassures you to keep going. “Would it be ok if I slept with you tonight?” If he was surprised, he didn’t show it.

“Of course you can, that’s totally alright.” His bright smile warmed your insides. He leads you to his room, and you immediately relax. Your head and body feel so heavy, you are eager to finally relax. You and him have never been the touchy type of friends ever, so laying next to him felt strange but somehow just right. Even though it’s so comfortable, you can’t help but keep tossing around for a bit.

“Can’t sleep?” Yunho whispers in a groggy voice. Feeling a shameful thought enter your mind, you burrow your face under the covers. You can think of a method that could help you sleep but…you couldn’t possibly ask it of Yunho. He frowns at you, “What’s wrong? You can tell me.”

Oh sweet, sweet Yunho. If only he knew what was going through my brain.

“I’m sorry, I can’t tell you. It’s too embarrassing ugh.” You wish a hole would swallow you up right about now. You feel a soft touch to your chin, guiding you to look into Yunho’s sparkling eyes. God, he’s so beautiful. He’s looking at you with such a loving look that it feels too much. It’s doing things to your heart, and that is too dangerous.

You wiggle out of his touch, burying your head into his chest out of embarrassment. You start to mumble incoherently, “I wanna…” Yunho chuckles softly. “I can’t hear you. Will you look up at me and say it?” You shake your head like a petulant child. “Y/n, look at me.” His tone shocks you. It was almost dominant. The hair on your arms raise as you shakily look at him.

He looks at you intensely, “Now what was it that you wanted?” You take a deep breath, and gain courage.

“I was wondering if I could cockwarm you.”

Silence fills the room, and you realize you’ve fucked it up. No more bestie Yunho, he hates you. He’s going to kick you out of his bed and never talk to you again. He’s going to-

“Ok.”

Your jaw drops wide open. You stare at him like a dumb fish. The wires of your brain may have short circuited. He starts laughing and that brings you back to life. “I’m serious, Y/n. I don’t mind, it’ll help you sleep. Plus it would feel nice too…” The latter was said with him turned away. Fighting a blush, you let out a tiny “thank you.”

“Alright, lift your hips up for me.” He takes off your flimsy shorts and slides your panties aside. He looks at you once more, looking slightly worried. “You’re 100% sure? You nod with certainty, “Yes, I’m definitely sure.” His face relaxes at that.

He turns you to your side, and lines up with your entrance. He enters little by little, and you let out a hiss at the burn. Yunho makes sure you’re ok to continue, and finally is snug inside you. The comfort is immediate. Your brain quiets down, and your eyes can’t help but flutter shut. Before you know it, you’re fast asleep in Yunho’s arms.

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Yunho stirs awake at dawn, slivers of dusty pink light filtering through the blinds. His face turns a bright shade of pink when he realized what’s happening. He looks down at your two connected bodies, and your slow moving hips. The movement drives Yunho crazy, and he almost lets out a squeak when he sees your face. Your head is thrown back, and drool is coming out the side of your mouth. As you work yourself on his cock, you let out tiny little whimpers.

It’s taking all of Yunho’s self restraint to not start pounding into you. He wants to wake you up so badly, but he takes a couple of moments to admire your beautiful face. Your eyebrows are softly scrunched, eyelashes softly pillowed on the curve of your cheeks. And of course, your inviting lips. His heart restricts at the simple thought of kissing you.

As if you could hear his thoughts, you start to wake up with a light groan. Feeling so disoriented, you feel the drool around your lips and wipe it off with the back of your hand. The events of last night momentarily forgotten, you attempt to move to your side, and come to a horrifying realization.

Yunho’s dick was inside you.

The memories start coming back and you want to turn into dust at that moment. While your brain is working at full speed, so are your hips. They’re still grinding and squeezing against Yunho. It feels so good you can’t stop. Desperation takes on and you feel like you’re going insane.

Yunho decides to take charge, and holds your hips in place. You whine in protest, but he tilts your chin up to face him. “Hey baby, let me take care of you alright? Just relax,” he whispers. You nuzzle into his chest, breathing in his lavender body wash and feeling your brain go fuzzy.

He starts with shallow thrusts and it has your head spinning. You let out choked moans, sending vibrations through his chest. He’s hitting all the right spots, your body jolting from the pleasure. The feeling is too much, yet not enough at the same time. You can’t help but let out lewd noises.

Yunho feels as if he’s on cloud nine, and he needs to see your face or he’ll go insane. “Y/n, look at me please.” He says desperately. You peer up at him through hazy eyes and he throws his head back and groans at the sight. “Fuckkk,” he wishes he could take a picture so badly. Your eyes are narrow slits of pure lust. Your glowy cheeks, and your pretty pretty nose and lips. His palm envelopes the side of your face and his lips are on yours.

His kiss is so passionate that it throws you off. This didn’t feel like the kiss of a casual moment, it felt like the kind you gave your partner after not seeing them for a while. His lips are pillowy soft, melding with your pair. You hum into his mouth with contentment. As his hips piston into you harder, you cry out and grab onto his shoulder. You cum with a shudder of your whole body, breathing heavily.

You can feel his thrusts slowing down, getting more sloppy. He’s so close, you can feel it. You help him get there by intentionally clenching, resulting in soft gasps. He goes all the way, fills you up with so much cum it starts seeping out.

As you both come down from your highs, he puts his forehead against yours. An exchange of soft breaths and just so so much love. “Y/n, this may sound absolutely crazy, but I think I’m in love with you. And trust me, it’s not because we just had mind blowing sex, but it definitely unlocked something. I think I’ve always loved you, I’ve just been too afraid of it changing our dynamic. You don’t have to feel the same way, I just wanted to-”

You crash your lips against his before he finishes his sentence. This is your way of showing him that you love him just as much. You kiss with so much fervor that he’s shocked. He reciprocates your energy, and leaves you breathless.

“Goddammit Y/n I love you so so much. I could stay here with you all day,” he whispers. He cradles your head against his chest, and whispers sweet nothings with soft kisses to your forehead.

I think I could get used to this you think.

[staybabblingbaby]

Chan x Youtuber (Discover Part) a1 d1

[Caution: These are not full fics, or even full parts of fics for some, these are part of my writing progress archive!]

Concept: Reader is an anonymous Youtuber who does English covers of various k-pop songs, including Stray Kids. Bangchan comes across one of these one night and falls in love with Reader's voice. They develop an online friendship, and Bangchan might be in love with more than just the voice.

Word Count: 962

Notes: I had a lot of fun narrating the video. I've seen it a lot in Idol novels that I read online, and it really is a fun and new perspective to use. The username may stay, it may change, i might get rid of it entirely idk. Kind of also contemplating using 'You' instead of 'person'. Idk we'll see how it goes as i work on it. Feedback would be much appreciated for this one. No editing notes rn, I'm not rlly feelin' it.

Warnings: None that I know of? It's just silly fluff idk what u want from me.

Masterlist link :D| Prev Part

It was 2am on a random Tuesday in Seoul. Bangchan lay staring at his ceiling for the nth time that month, silently cursing at his insomnia. He rolls over for the thousandth time to stare at his wall instead. His eyes drift his phone on the nightstand, and he idly wonders if he should spend some time teasing STAY on Bubble.

It’d definitely relieve the soul-crushing boredom of being unable to sleep, but he doesn’t really feel like receiving their well-intentioned scolding over his sleep schedule right now. He rolls back onto his back and heaves a tired sigh.

With resignation, he sits up and grabs his phone. He’d like to avoid being scolded, but receiving STAY’s love is always comforting. Vlogs and edits it is, then.

He hops onto YouTube with deft fingers and begins his latest STAY-binge. The thought of STAY’s reactions when he reminds them that he watches their stuff brings a smile to his face. They always freak out so cutely.

Soon enough, he’s zoned out and mindlessly scrolling through, giggling along to memes and watching vlogs with all the affection in his heart.

He runs out of content from the accounts he regularly watches pretty quickly. He’s only killed about 30 minutes, and even though his mood has improved significantly, he doesn’t quite feel up to going back to staring at his ceiling yet.

With a light heart, he descends into the familiar uncharted territory of his recommended feed. He manages to kill another hour or so before a particular video catches his eye.

[Learn Music Production With Me! | Cover Me by Stray Kids (English Cover) | EP.4]

The thumbnail features someone with brightly colored hair slumped over a desk, their face smooshed against the wood and their arms dangling limply beside them. Their features are obscured by a fabric mask, but bright blue tear-tracks are drawn on over top.

Bangchan can’t help but be amused by the image. He could definitely relate to the frustrations of learning music production. He actually felt a bit flattered and flustered that this person was using his music to learn from.

Officially intrigued, Chan clicks on the video.

It opens with a shot of the person from the thumbnail from the back. They’re sat at the same desk, which Chan can now see hosts a towering hutch with full shelves decked out in flower-shaped fairy lights. He spots a large section of SKZ albums tucked between other albums and books on the hutch’s shelves.

There’s a microphone on the desk, the boom arm pushed to the side, and a bulky set of headphone’s on the figure’s head. Despite the microphone’s distance from the person at the desk Chan can hear the furious clicking of a mouse as clear as day.

This scene plays out for a moment before the clicking suddenly stops and the person freezes. They slowly remove their headphones and sigh loudly. A very crisp [“Fuck!”] Takes him by surprise and he can’t help a soft laugh as the video pauses and begins to rewind.

[“So turns out I’m a big ol’ dumb-dumb and I’ve been doing this wrong this entire time.”] A voiceover begins to explain. The rewind quickly covers what Bagchan assumes is hours of work, and the voice over continues, [“Well, not wrong, per say, but I was definitely doing it the hard way. Wrong Equation right answer sort of situation. I.”] The voice chuckles ashamedly, [“I could have done this whole thing in a third of the time. I’m so embarrassed. Let me show you.”]

The rewind stops and the video switches to a different angle. The camera is obviously sitting on the desk this time, looking at the person from the side. The angle is much closer. The person waves awkwardly at the camera with both hands and rotates their chair to face it properly.

[“Hi all, I’m Grimm’sTeddy and this is episode 4 of me failing to learn how to produce music. We’re onto week 6 now, because I was quite seriously fighting with this program the entire time.”] A caption appears on the screen, [Shoulda watched more tutorials, buddy].

The video continues along the same vein for a while, a mix of Grimm talking and explaining their process while being unknowingly roasted by the occasional caption when they do something wrong. The video mostly shows the screen they’re working from, only switching back to the vlog-style camera when Grimm is being particularly dramatic about their struggles.

Around the 10 minute mark, Grimm discovers the feature of the program that triggered the reaction from the first clip. There’s a bit of grumbling and self-deprecating jokes, and then the video’s pace speeds up by quite a lot. Apparently the process is a lot less entertaining when it’s going smoothly.

Finally, 12 minutes in, the full cover is revealed.

Bangchan is, quite honestly, entranced.

There’s something almost desperate in the tone Grimm sings with, something raw and hurting. The cover is incredibly faithful to the original. They’d changed some words to preserve the melody across languages but were clever enough with it to preserve the meaning.

Bangchan finds himself impressed. Sure there are mistakes, and a lot of polish is missing, but the voice sticks in his head like glue. He goes to the channel’s page to find the first video in the series almost without thinking about it.

It turns out the video he’d watched was from several months ago, just after they’d released the song initially. There were only 2 videos after it, the series seemingly ending at episode 6.

Chan ends up watching the other 5 videos that night. He falls asleep with his phone on his chest at 5am, after making sure to leave a comment on each video.

[mara-and-its-the-same]

CONGRATS DELLA<333333

There is nothing like staying at home, for real comfort 🌷- pick a character or a few and come up with a prompt and I’ll write a fluff blurb <3

steve harrington (what did you expect honestly) + the prompt/hc/idk of eating at some tiny diner at 2am because why not?? (i hope that's ok)

once again, congrats<3

Thank you my love 🥰🥰🥰

(trying 2nd person 😬, we'll see how it goes) (not proofread)

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"No, stop thinking! No thoughts, just answer!"

"Steve, this is a big question, it's the middle of the night, we're running out of gas, we could get kidnapped for all we know, it's a big question."

"Honey," the endeared irritation apparent in his tone, even though he was keeping his eyes on the road and you couldn't see his face. "Diner or truckstop? Exit's comin' up."

"Uhh..."

"Pick now, pick now, pick now," he urged you on as he started to veer off towards the exit.

"Diner!"

"Perfect! And it's right here." The neon sign lit up the spaces between the trees and the snowglow through the winter air made it seem like the forest lining the road was glowing.

He pulled in and found the closest spot to the entrance, just to make you more comfortable. "You got your jacket?" he asked you.

"I threw it in the trunk."

"Just keep mine then." It was laying over your lap for half the ride anyway, a perfect blanket.

"You can't not wear a jacket, you'll freeze."

"You can't wear a frozen jacket."

"Then we'll share."

"Wha-" But you were already waving him out of the car.

"Put it on."

"Baby, no"

"Put it on and come here. Come on, come on. We don't have all day, I'm freezing already."

He finally, reluctantly, put it on and you pulled his arms tight around you with your back to his chest. "Right foot first. Whaa! No, your other right."

"It's icy, babe, be careful. And my right is your right."

"My right is your right when you haven't been driving for 4 hours. This foot, Vermont shuffle, come on."

It was the longest minute ever, the kind of freezing that makes your joints hurt just thinking about it seeping into your bones and making the three yards into the diner more like an exodus.

Both of you sighed the moment the warmth of indoor heating touched your skin. He spun you around and pushed your arms under his jacket, holding you close with the hot skin of his back against your cold palms.

The obvious display of affection didn't stop the clearly overtired hostess from offering a sweet smile.

"Hi, uh, two please?" Steve asked through chattering teeth.

"Right this way." She sat you both at a wraparound booth right under a vent and Steve wrapped his coat back around your shoulders as soon as you were settled.

"Thank you, and could we have 2 coffees please?"

She nodded and went off to grab the pot. "You should sleep the rest of the way, don't have another coffee." You said as you smushed closer to him, part for the warmth, mostly just because he's him.

"I know, they're both for you. But you know you can wake me up right? Even if it's just to tell me whatever random thought popped into your head? Or you can't figure out the radio, whatever you want."

"Yes, I know, but I also know that I want you to sleep. I don't want you all grumpy tomorrow."

"I won't be grumpy."

"You'd be so grumpy. You'd be hiding behind your sunglasses all day, and asking me when we can go home. Na-ah, don't even argue."

The waitress came back and Steve ordered for you since you couldn't speak through your mouth full of coffee.

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"You're kidding." You slapped your palm against the table at Steve's gossip about the kids.

"I am not, I got this straight from Dustin. And he got it right from Max."

"Max didn't tell you?"

"No, why would she?"

"Because you're the biggest gossips I know! You two plus Eddie in one room and that's half of Hawkins' rumor mill,” you said.

"We are not."

"Absolutely you are, eat your breakfast-dinner, I need you sleeping."

"Why, you don't want my charming, irresistible company?"

"No, I do, you know I do, but we literally just had this conversation, and your snores make much better company than grumpy old man Steve."

He gasped and clutched his chest, he's been spending too much time with Eddie. "I am not an old man."

"Mhm, worse than Hopper sometime," you picked up his fork, "but if you sleep, there's no old man." He let you bring the fork to his mouth and spoke once he swallowed.

"That sounds way too ominous, like you're trying to poison me."

"What? How!?"

"'No old man' like I'm never gonna make it to old man."

"Hmm...Do you want to be old?"

"Like now? Or just eventually old?"

"Eventually."

"I mean, yeah? I get to be old with you right?"

"Yeah, why, is that a must?"

"Absolutely it is."

"You wanna be with me when you're old and bald?"

"No no, honey, Harrington's don't bald. Have you seen those pictures of my grandpa in the hallway? How many full heads of grey hair have you ever seen?"

"I can't say very many."

"Exactly, a Harrington specialty. And we'd have a cat, when we're old. "

“Nursing home roomies?”

He looked practically offended at the notion. “Nursing home?! Absolutely not, no way, we spent however long raising those kids, the least they could do is take care of us.”

“Hmm, so no nursing home, only kids—“ “and the cat.” “—and the cat. What if they’re mean to us? Elder abuse.”

“No no, our kids are too good for that. They wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Have you been planning this? Is this what you’re thinking about when Robin calls me because you’re staring off into space?”

“No way baby, this is straight off the cuff.”

“Flying off the handle.”

The hand back over the chest and a shoulder nudging yours. “Rude.”

“Drink your juice.”

Tags: @new-romqntics @sw34terw34ther @beezywriting @haydipoof @avipoof

[l1ttleclouds]

Headcanons about/with me that started off as a joke

Notes: May have a lot of mistakes, my first language is not English and to anyone reading this: I'm sorry

How do they feel about people shorter/taller than them?

Shorter: Ash "bullies" them even if they are 1" shorter, he will never let them live it down. They think of them as chihuahuas.

Taller: That's a mistake. You can't control it? Does he look like he cares? Because he doesn't. He will find dozens of weird nicknames. They kind of hate taller people because, how dare they try stealing HIS spotlight?

What’s their sleeping schedule?

Sleep? What is that? Go to sleep at 2am, wake up an hour later, go on his phone for an hour, go back to sleep, wake up again at 5am, and then go back to sleep until noon. Take your pills, y'all.

Favorite music?

He doesn't have a favorite type but he does mostly listen to indie-pop. Gorillaz, Lana Del Rey, TV Girl, Kendrick Lamar, and Tyler, the Creator are his favorite artist(s)/band.

How’s their cooking?

It varies. Makes AMAZING grilled-cheese but underbake cakes. Slays those 3am craving and is the sibling that makes their food looks 10x better than yours. (He added random stuff that doesn't make sens and everyone is wondering how they didn't die from food poisoning yet)

It’s movie night. What movie do they pick?

The same as they always does. A ghibli movie; Howl's moving castle, says he's watching for the plot, he's watching for Howl.

If he is in the mood for a crying session, he will put on the Little Prince and compliment the art style every 2 seconds, pick your poison.

How would they hold up in a pillow war?

"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU ALL", he's way too into the moment. Goes for the head or the knees, once he gets you down he beats you to death. They have a stupid smile all the time and he LOVES every moment, how did he get so good? No one will ever know.

What’s their sleeping position?

Why have 1 position when you can breakdance in your sleep? If you sleep next to him, they will start by cuddling you, then, kick you out of bed. He finish by doing the star and stealing all the bed and blankets.

Something small that they enjoy?

Sitting on the ground. On the grass outside the kitchen floor, he finds comfort and peace by it. Feel free to join him.

How do they feel about physical contact by others?

He LOVES it, extremely clingy. Hugs, hand holding, cuddling, resting on someone, and them doing it too is mostly his love language. Just be careful not to make him flinch, be gentle, and he's going to enjoy every touch.

What is enough to bring them to tears?

Positive: someone seeing him like family, he will do his best to make them feel at home.

Negative: mention of his actual family. Not that he hates talking about it, but it might trigger his PTSD.

Biggest pet peeve?

Mouth noise and the breathing that comes with it. If you eat next to him, CLOSE YOUR MOUTH. If you can't he'll understand but he will put distance or they will get overwhelmed and annoyed really easily.

What’s something they like that may be surprising to others?

To be alone. Even with his burst of energy and clinginess, being alone makes it easier for him to process his thoughts, and it's less chance to be overwhelmed, but he loves being alone with his favorite person.

Do they consider others family?

Of course, but it takes him a lot of time to consider someone actual family, which might give you a family name, but to treat you like family, it's a hard task but not impossible.

Any bad habits that they have?

He overshare his life with others too easily. He feels like everything needs an explanation.

What’s their idea of a perfect vacation?

Being with their friends, having fun, eating, and, of course, playing something. No matter where it is, for him, it's about who it is.

Do they get lost easily? Will they ask for directions if they are?

Even if they are good with knowing where the north is, it doesn't mean he knows where places are. He will ask but then, won't remember it and will get lost, and go back to the start.

How well do they accept advice?

It depends. If he didn't ask for any he might take it as an insult but if they are positive advice they asked for, he will accept them without problems!

How much do they swear?

Sailors have NOTHING on him. He swears like it's a religion. He does try to keep it child friendly if there are any children around. His swearing vocabulary is impressive.

How do they take advice given to them?

They actually take it at heart. If he sees the potential, they will go for it.

Do they like being in pictures?

Of course! Just be sure to get his good side, they are probably going to make a funny face.

Is there anything they’re bad at?

Baking. As previously said, he underbake cake, he puts ingredients everywhere and he forget to follow the recipe.

What’s their morning schedule?

He tries his best to follow a certain routine. Wakes up at 4 to run for 45 min, then clean up himself, eats and go off to work they go.

Any past injuries?

Of course, he has so many that it's concerning, shot, stabbing, cutting and burn wounds, he had it all.

Something that disgusts them?

Bell pepper. Especially cooked one, he hates the texture even more when it is cooked. Don't you try sneaking some in their food, he will notice it after a bite.

(@onedayimgonnasnap) <---- it's her fault, btw

[that-jack-kline-bestie]

I’m laughing so hard, maybe cuz it’s 2am and I have a migraine but this is so fucking funny. I have like one million symptoms of demonic possession like in the movies. My head hurts, I laugh for no reason, I keep getting a bloody nose, random thoughts that don’t seem to be mine keep popping up in my head, etc etc

[cassidyxcooke]

Cass chuckled, instinctively leaning back in the booth as Lucky talked food. Admittedly she could eat, but she already knew she couldn't linger too long. Not as long as she'd like anyway, "Unfortunately I just finished up a meeting with a client and have to beat it back to campus, but tell you what, I'll stick here until the waitress comes. I'll make a show of how something came up and how I didn't wanna leave you all sad and in limbo. And I'll buy, cause I really do wish I could stay," The last part was absolutely true. Last thing she wanted was to be stuck in a statistic course she didn't even need, but those were the breaks. Though breaks she wasn't sure she would have been able to afford if not for Lucky's help way back in the day. She grinned, fingers drumming on the table, a thought popping into their head, "Say, what are you doing this weekend? Around the hours of...2am?"

To most, the time might've been not only way too late but completely random. But to them? Well they'd spent more than a few nights idling just before witching hour, discussing life and all it's complexities. It'd be fitting to catch up then, but considering where they were in life, they hummed, thumb tapping their sketchbook now, "We can do earlier. My only stipulation is we meet at our spot on the beach. That old lifeguard tower is still there and just as dilapidated as ever. You in?"

"I should have guessed by the pun who was about to grace my presence," Lucky says from behind the screen of his phone, the rectangle not enough to conceal the smile that dawned from the intrusion. Usually, finding himself thrust into an unexpected social interaction would throw him on edge if it occurred on a bad day, but he was cruising at a mood level he could confidently call moderate that Thursday.

Plus, they were easy company to keep, he rarely had to second guess himself when they were around.

He places his device down and shakes his head as if he hadn't been engaging in the exact pastime Cass is clocking him for, unable to help himself when it came to riling up strangers on the world wide web.

"Haters is the exact word for it." It could be argued he fell into the same bracket for the other end of his keyboard brawling, but he considers himself on the right side of history when it comes to his third favorite Podcast and whether or not the hosts had worn out their welcome. "I actually haven't ordered yet though so you're in Luck -- ah, see that, that's your influence. I'm thinking wings, there's a lot to be said about bird served at a place called Sea Shanty Shack. You eating too? Might make the waitress stop passing by like she's deeply concerned that I've been stood up."

@cassidyxcooke

[xxwish-bonexx]

Alastor would probably love keeping up with the Kardashians

[comebacksoonboys]

lads i am not doing well... someone give me healthy coping skills

[itslottiehere]

you’re no good alone (h.s) - part one

hello beautiful people 🤍 i can’t believe this is happening lmao i’m so scared. here it is: my first writing. i’ve been writing for as long as i can remember, not necessarily fiction, but even random thoughts, journal entries, everything. i’ve always loved it, and always thought about sharing it with others, but never found the courage to do so. but the other night, i had an idea for a one shot and thought it was pretty nice, so i told myself to get over my insecurities and just go with it. what’s the worst that can happen, after all? so here you go, a little piece of me for all of you who want to take it <3

please do let me know what you think! my asks are open and you can send them anonymously as well, if you feel more comfortable. so, without further ado, happy reading!

tw: angst, prescription drugs and alcohol, swearing

word count: 2.6k

part 2 | part 3 | masterlist | let me know what u think here

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this sucked.

they both knew this was inevitable, but it still sucked.

being apart sucked.

being broken up sucked.

it was a mutual choice: he was always away, she had to graduate college. he had meetings and tour dates and movie premieres to attend; she wasn’t going to throw away all her hard work, those brutal years of studying and exams to follow him. she wasn’t going to let her own life disappear into his.

they loved each other, but love wasn’t enough sometimes.

the fights seemed never ending. they would end up saying the same things over and over again, going in circles.

“I’m just asking you to think about it.”

“you’re asking me to disappear in your own life, and you know i won’t do that.”

“so what do you want to do, huh? what am I supposed to do when you don’t want to be with me?”

“i’ve never said that. i’ve just said that i’m not going to throw away everything i’ve worked for to follow you like a puppy while you succeed in your career, and i have to forget about mine. that does not sound like something so crazy to me.”

“so what? do I have to throw away everything i’ve worked for? is that it?”

“this is where we’re different, harry: i would’ve never asked you to do that.”

harry. she only called him harry when she was mad. she started calling him pet names almost ever since they met, once they became closer.

now they were as close as strangers.

the night they broke up the fight was along the same lines, but it ended up with her packing her bags and telling him she was really done this time, and that that was it for them. she couldn’t do it anymore, neither of them could. she looked at him, told him her last goodbye, and closed the door behind her, never to be seen again.

he didn’t even try to follow her. he knew that breaking up was the right choice. they were miserable when they were apart, miserable when they were together because there was always something to do. they just didn’t work anymore.

so here he was, sitting on his living room floor, two months after that night.

it was around 2am, bottle of scotch in his hand, some pills in the other. he popped a couple of them in his mouth, and took a long swing from the bottle.

he knew it wasn’t a smart idea, mixing alcohol and prescription drugs, but nothing else seemed to make his brain shut up, make his memories about her stop replaying in his mind for even a second.

he was tired.

memories of them haunted his dreams every night, making him wake up with cheeks sticky from the tears he didn’t even know he was shedding. he couldn’t remember a night when she wasn’t in his head.

god, he doesn’t even know if he lived a second in those two months without her on his mind.

his head started to feel lighter. good, fucking finally, he thought. but then he felt like an itch to his fingertips, and before he knew he had his phone in his hand, starting a call.

maybe she would answer?

the phone rings for a while. it was 2am, she probably wasn’t going to expect a call at this hour. was she going to hear the ringtone? he knew her phone was always on silent. maybe not this time. was she going to feel happy he called? or worried because of how late it was? or maybe annoyed because she was asleep and knew this was a late night drunk call?

fuck, if this is how loud his drunken mind was, you can imagine how it is when he’s sober.

his rambling thoughts are cut short by a voice answering: “hello?”

it was a male voice. he felt his heart dropping to his stomach. who was he? what was he doing with her phone? why was he answering? did she already move on? was he the only one who was still hang up on the way they were? was she happier now?

“harry? you there? why are you calling me at this hour, it’s 2 in the morning for pete’s sake”.

what? did the person on the other side of the phone know him? who was he?

he took away his phone from his ear, and glanced at the screen through blurry eyes that signalled that he was intoxicated.

he manages to understand the name of the contact he actually called, and croaked into the speaker: “mitch?”

“yeah dude it’s mitch, why do you sound surprised?”

“fuck. i-i didn’t mean to call you.” he slurred.

“harry, what’s going on? have you been drinking?”

“yup. and something else too.”

“did you take any pills? what kind?”

“just some stuff i found in the bathroom. they are working though, feel lighter already.”

“yeah i can hear that. but you still didn’t tell me who you wanted to call instead of me.”

he stays quiet. even speaking her name out loud hurt him. he couldn’t even bear to do that.

but mitch managed to put two and two together, and the answer was obvious.

“oh no harry. dude, you can’t do that to her. it’s been two months, she’s still grieving your relationship, what would she think if she picked up your call at 2 in the morning just to hear you drunk and high off your ass? you can’t do that to her, and you can’t do this to yourself as well. you can’t keep going like this.”

“don’t you think i know this, mitch? don’t you think i’m tired of feeling like this every single second?” he sighed.

his friend didn’t know what to do. he was at a loss of words, so they stayed silent for a while, when harry broke the silence.

“her last exam was on wednesday.”

“what?”

“her last exam, she took it on wednesday. she was already studying for it months ago, wanting to ace it. it’s her last one before her dissertation. i wanted to tell her good luck, couldn’t bring myself to do that. chickened out like the coward i am.”

“you’re not a coward, har-“

“i didn’t even bother to run after her, you know that? she walked out of my hotel room, bags in hand, looked at me for the last time and all i was able to do was to stand there, in the middle of the fucking room, while she walked out of my life. i couldn’t even bother to run after her, even for one last touch, one last goodbye, one last kiss. i was a coward then, and i’m a coward now.”

mitch thought about how long harry had to have been holding onto those thoughts. it’s been two months since he saw her as well, he caught a glimpse of her walking out the hotel lobby, shoulder shaking and sobs ripping from her throat. he couldn’t even reach her and ask her what was going on before she got it in the first taxi she saw and drove away from them, from harry.

he went into the hotel thinking that she and harry had had yet another fight, which has been happening a lot lately. he heard it — hell, all of them kept hearing them fighting, even though they pretended they didn’t.

so he walked through the lobby, got into an elevator and pressed the button to his floor. he thought about checking in on harry, just to make sure he was alright. what mitch wasn’t expecting was seeing his friend standing like a statue in the middle of the room, looking at the door like he had seen a ghost. he understood that this time the fight was worse than all the times before. he managed to make harry get into the bed, and decided to sleep on the little couch. they both didn’t get much sleep that night, one because of the uncomfortable couch, the other because of her perfume that lingered on the sheets, reminding him of everything he had lost.

“harry, do you want me to come over?”

“no, i’m fine, it’s all good.”

“no harry, it’s not. you’re no good alone now, i’m coming over.”

“no, mitch, seriously. i don’t want you here. if anyone should be here, it’s her. only her. this was her home too. she should be home.”

he asked her to move in with him a couple hundred times, he thinks. this was his home in london, he always though she should’ve lived there with him instead of her flat. it was a little further from her university, but nothing major.

she always told him no, but didn’t explain why. until one night, during one of the many fights, after he accused her of being afraid of making a commitment since she wouldn’t move in with him, she decided to say it.

“you really want to know why i’m not moving in with you?”

“yeah, i fucking do!”

“because i would end up being here by myself most of the time! because you’re never fucking here. how long have you been in america, huh? three, four months? and i should be living in this house, in what you say you want to make into our home, and just imagine the life we should be living while you’re away for months at a time? to mourn a life that we are probably never going to have? do you really despise me that much to wish me this?” she said as loudly as she could, her voice breaking just like her heart.

he hadn’t thought about this. of course, he thought that she would’ve been alone sometimes, but he actually thought that being in their home, she could find comfort.

his heart broke when he heard her insinuate that he despises her. how could he? he loved her, loved her more than life itself. he would never despise her. didn’t she know this?

that night ended up with harry driving her back to her flat, because she couldn’t stay there, claiming she had an early class and her place was closer to uni.

they both knew it was a lie, but neither of them decided to admit that out loud.

they played this game far too many times, and they ended up getting burnt.

“i know harry, i know you want her there. i wish things could be different.”

“yeah. so do i.”

“are you sure you don’t want me to come over? the hotel is about 20 minutes away, i can call an uber and be there in about a half hour, just say the word.”

“no, it’s fine. i need to be alone. guess i have to start learning how to be by myself now, don’t i?”

mitch sighed. he knew he was feeling sorry for himself, and maybe tonight he needed to do just that. and even though it broke him to ask him that, he couldn’t hang up without hearing it from him.

“you’re not going to call her right now, right?”

the line was silent.

“harry? answer me.”

again, silence was all he could hear.

“if you don’t answer me right now, i’m going to come over.”

“why shouldn’t i call her? what’s so wrong with wanting to hear her voice?”

“harry, we’ve just been over this. give me thirty minutes, i’ll be there.”

harry really didn’t want anyone around him right now, anyone that wasn’t her. but he understood that that wasn’t a possibility right now, so he interrupted mitch.

“no, it’s fine. i won’t call her. i promise.”

“harry, please stick to your word. do not call her. not like this. this version of you hasn’t a shot in hell at getting her back. but sober you might. don’t fuck it up.”

he thought about what mitch said, and even if his head was a bit floaty, he knew his friend was right.

“i know, i know, you’re right. i’m sorry i called you and woke you up. goodnight mitch, thank you for being my friend.”

“anytime dude, don’t worry. drink a big glass of water and go to bed now, please, goodnight harry.”

“bye.”

he saw mitch hung up, and his screen went back to show his home screen.

a knife plunged into his heart would’ve hurt less.

it was a picture of her at a carnival. he remembered that day, it was their second date, or perhaps their real first date.

they were actually on their way to a nice restaurant, when she saw the lights from the carnival and her eyes lit up just as bright. so what could harry do if not taking the next exit and take her there?

after about twenty tries at one of those stupid shooting games, both her and harry couldn’t manage to win the stuffie she wanted. so, while she went to look around for something to eat, he begged the vendor to sell him the price his girl so wanted.

his girl, she was his girl since the first moment he saw her.

so when she came back saying that she found a little place that seemed to have a rather large vegetarian menu (she knew he didn’t eat meat and wanted him to eat as well), she couldn’t understand why the hell he was smiling, with that smirk that only meant trouble.

“what’s up?”

“huh?”

“why are you making that face? what did you do? do i have something stuck in my teeth?” she started rambling, like she always did.

“no, no, nothing is in your teeth, i promise.” he smiled at her overthinking mind.

“alright.. so what is it?”

“close your eyes for me.”

“uhm, okay.. if when i open them i see a spider in front of me, just know that i will be walking home and never talk to you again. i’m telling you.”

“alright alright, i promise no spiders.” he cackled.

he put that bulbasaur plushie right in front of her, and told her to open her eyes.

the look she held in them, he couldn’t even describe. the purest look of happiness he has ever seen. then she looked at him and he was hit by the warmth of her gaze. she looked at him like he hang the stars in the sky for her, when all he did was getting her a carnival toy.

“oh my, oh my god, oh my god, how did you - when did- can i hold it please?” she couldn’t even get a complete sentence out, she was so utterly happy she couldn’t even think.

he handed it to her and she hugged it like it was her lifeline. she squinted her eyes closed and the biggest smile spread over her face.

harry had the same smile on his, dimples denting his cheeks. he took out his phone, having to capture this moment so he could look at it forever.

and ever since that night, that has been his lock screen. and he didn’t even think about changing it.

it made him remember that there was a time when all there was between them was so much happiness, so much love, adoration, and joy. and that they did love each other at one time. that he didn’t conjure up those memories, but that they were real, still are and forever will be.

that she really had looked at him with such warmth in her eyes, before she looked at him with nothing but sadness.

that he didn’t dream about her, but she was real and what they had was real.

before he could even process, his phone started ringing again.

but now it wasn’t mitch’s voice that came through the speaker.

“H?”

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part 2

part 3

[enharcv]

be my mistake | park sunghoon [2]

pairing ‣ roommate!fem reader x roommate!sunghoon

genre ‣ fluff

warnings ‣ mild cussing, kind of cliche bc hoon is a hopeless romantic. not proofread!!

a/n ‣ here's a part two to the last sunghoon's roommate fic from the series since alot of y'all wanted to see these two ending up together. also i listened to be my mistake by the 1975 while writing it, so have a listen if you wanna match the vibe :D excuse my not very neat writing bc i wrote this at 2am on a school night :( enjoy!

read part 1 here!

crashing onto your bed, you pulled the duvet over yourself letting out the biggest sigh for the hundredth time that day.

after settling down and turning off the lights on your lamp next to your bed, you let your drowsiness take over you.

but it never came.

so here you were, staring at the ceiling above you in hopes you'll get tired and finally fall asleep. as expected it didn't happen, and you knew exactly what to blame it on.

the thoughts that were occupying your head.

the thoughts?

park sunghoon.

ever since the ramen incident that night to the whole sleeping right to each other, you've been disturbed. you could still remember vividly how things had been between you both ever since then.

the morning after you both slept together (not that sleep), sunghoon had been acting weird. and by weird, he was at a distance from you and when he wasn't doing that he would act like you were his girlfriend.

what you meant by that is, sunghoon started acting distant from you. he acted like you guys were just roommates and nothing more, the simple nods and hi's when you pass by or accidentally bump into each other.

while the next moment when he isn't a dick, he's acting all lovely and in love with you. buying you things, skinships, random gestures, holding hands and etc.

to say the least, he's been leaving you extremely confused.

you had no idea what to do as well, because whenever you're about to snap at him for leading you on and to be clear, he has you wrapped around his finger, acting all lovely.

so you were lost. you've tried reaching out to him multiple times as well, but as usual it was to no use.

"fuck!" you groan covering your face with your throw pillow in frustration. you were starting to get tired of it considering how you had no idea what to do at all.

and, as if things couldn't get any worser. the remaining tiny bit of sleep you had was gone too.

AND as if the universe was trying to set you up, your phone lights up, a notification comes in. glancing over, you heart skipped a beat.

hoon ♡ :

r u awake?

[04:22 a.m.]

grabbing your phone, you slide up and reread his text, processing what he said during the wee hour. you couldn't blame your brain, you were suprised yourself how fast time had passed since you laid down.

but the issue right now was, what was he doing awake? and why was he asking you if you were awake?

you :

why aren't you asleep?

and yes 🕴🏻

[04:25 a.m.]

hitting send, you immediately notice the read under your text, not long after that three bubbles pop up.

hoon ♡ :

can't sleep :/

[04:25 a.m.]

you :

why?

[04:26 a.m.]

hoon ♡ :

idk too anyway why aren't you asleep?

[04:26 a.m.]

you :

can't sleep too

why did you text me though?

[04:26 a.m.]

hoon ♡ :

oh

do u want to go out for a while?

[04:26 a.m.]

go out for a while? eyebrows furrowed, you question sunghoon.

you :

huh

now?

why??

where???

[04:27 a.m.]

hoon ♡ :

that's too many questions love

just get dressed, i'll wait for you in the living room

[04:27 a.m.]

your stomach does a flip at the nickname which you chose to ignore.

you :

fine 🙁

u owe me something for this

[04:27 a.m.]

hoon ♡ :

ok now quick 😐

[04:22 a.m.]

leaving him on seen, you got up before turning on your lamp and getting dressed. you settled for a sweatshirt and jeans considering it was probably going to be chilly outside. after getting dressed you gathered your wallet, phone and other important things into your bag and left.

finding sunghoon in the living room, his back facing towards you, while you was packing something.

"are you going to murder me or— holy shit" gawking at sunghoon, you froze just staring at him.

WHY DOES HE LOOK LIKE HE'S STRAIGHT OUT OF A WATTPAD BOOK?

"is there something on my face, why are you staring at me like that?" he asks, knocking you out of your thoughts. heat rushes up to your ears as you realise how you acted.

"oh uh- nothing nothing" you cough it off before turning over and cringing at your reaction.

how could you NOT react with how he looked like, you almost could have fainted. sunghoon in a leather jacket, hair messy was definitely a sight for you. it definitely at a crazy effect on you.

"what's wrong with you today?" he asks, twisting you around as he reaches down onto your level, face to face.

"what?"

"is everything okay y/n?" you blink at him, your faces were so close to each other as if it was done multiple times.

"yes!" you say, pushing him off politely and then walking over to the duffle bag he had packed on the coffee table.

"don't tell me—" as soon as you see the rising smirk on the lad's face you immediately cut him off.

"are you going to murder me?!" you ask, covering your mouth with your hands, pretending to be shocked.

"no, but on a second thought, it's actually a good idea too" he says, laughing as soon as he sees your face drop.

"i was kidding!"

"i will literally haunt you" you say, chuckling.

"that's a known fact" he says making you both laugh which then turns into a silence as the laughter dies down.

"ah! we're running late, we should go now it'll be perfect" sunghoon says, picking up the duffle bag and slinging it over his shoulder. nodding you follow behind him as you both exit the apartment, making sure to leave a sticky note by the key basket that you're both out so your roommates wouldn't have to panic when they wake up in the morning.

"anyway, you didn't have to gawk at me like that. i know im good looking"

"sunghoon! i wasn't gawking what the fuck!" you whine, hitting his arm as you both reach the parking lot.

"yeah yeah, whatever that floats your boat love"

the ride to the 'destination' wasn't too chaotic because as soon as you got into the passager seat, you passed out. sunghoon on the other hand who was driving, found it adorable.

ever since the whole ramen incident, sunghoon had been sure he had feelings for you. but knowing how he's a overthinking person, he couldn't help but be afraid of rejection.

he liked every part of you, in fact in every person he's ever liked you are his favourite. you made his heart beat faster everytime you're around, your smile lights up the room, your laughter is music to his ears.

he couldn't stop himself from falling for you, he doesn't regret it at all too. and the fact no matter what situation you were in, you were the most beautiful to him.

if you were in a room full of art, you would be the only one attractive to his eyes. and easily out of every other girl, you will always be his pick. his choice, his favourite girl.

but, the worst part that came along with it was you not liking him. it feared him how much painful it would be if he lost you. he couldn't afford to make a mistake and lose you despite knowing you were worth everything.

everytime he gets comfortable and expresses his feelings to you, the realisation of that being a bad choice hits him and he starts to distance himself from you.

however no matter how much he tried to convince himself, the last thing he wanted was to lose you.

sunghoon had no choice either, he was completely confused too. so after alot of thinking sunghoon thought letting things remained unsaid between you both like this was the best choice.

arriving to the spot, he parks the car and checks the time.

05:50 a.m.

"nice" punctual enough, sunghoon smiles to himself as he finds you adorable, dozzing off while your head was tiltled to the side slightly.

as much as he wanted to leave you peaceful like that, he had to wake you up. after all, this was something he had wanted to do with you for a long time.

"love?" he shakes you slightly in attempt to wake you up, earning a small hum from you.

"we're here, wake up"

"huh?" you speak up, eyes squinting as you move, waking up from your slumber.

"yeah, we're here let's go or we're gonna miss it" sunghoon says, giving you a smile his stomach doing flips at how adorable you were.

"oh" you say, finally waking up, blinking as you process what he said and your surrounding.

"oh— did i fall asleep?" you ask, still a little blur which sunghoon nods to.

"yes, now come on!" he says and exits the car, he heads to the backseat to get the bag and then to your side. you exit the car too, and stretch your body while you wait for him to lock the car.

"let's go"

following his trail, you realised you were at a

forest looking deserted place?

"this is the suprise? im starting to think you're actually going to murder me" you say, your voice a little raspy which sunghoon chuckles at.

"we haven't gotten there yet, now just keep quiet and come"

"okay" mumbling that quietly you obey sunghoon and follow him. as you both walk through the path, you both were met with a wooden sandy surface which leaded to a— beach?

then it hit you.

a fucking sunrise.

"we're here to watch the sunrise?" you ask him, feeling stupid for not realising even when you saw a blanket in the duffle bag earlier.

"took you long enough, it's time" he smiles at you as he stops at a quite decent distance from the sea. it was far, but close enough to see the waves.

"if you wanted to take me on a date you could've told me so, i look like shit" you say, helping sunghoon set down the blanket on the sand.

"you look very pretty to me"

you go silent at the sudden compliment, holding back the blush that was threatening to rush up to your face. you take seat next to sunghoon on the blanket as you both stare at the waves silently, enjoying the scenery.

"it's time!" he says after checking the time, pointing to the sun that was coming up in a very slow pace, colouring the sky in a beautiful baby blue colour.

you stare in awe, the smile on your face growing as you process how beautiful it looked. you had to thank sunghoon after this for bringing you out here.

sunghoon on the other hand, had his gaze fixed on you. his lips curving up into a smile as he watches you stare in awe at the scenery.

even in this situation, you were the most beautiful in his eyes despite a whole glorious scenery was before him.

you start to notice a lingering gaze on you, turning to your right you find sunghoon staring at you.

"what are you doing?"

"can i kiss you?"

"wh—"

before you could process anything, sunghoon leans in connecting his lips onto yours. you immediately caught into it and start moving your lips onto his too, your hand tangled in his hair while he cupped your face.

pulling away, you stare at him in shock as if you didn't just kiss him for a whole half a minute.

"don't say anything, i have something to tell you" he says shutting you up when he sees you part your lips, about to speak up.

"i truly hope i don't regret this if things goes south between us after this, but i couldn't help it. y/n i like you. i like you alot,"

"i like every part of you and i know damn well this isn't just a small crush i have on you. you're the girl i only see a future with, the one i can ser myself being happy, sad, angry, all kind of emotions with. you're the only one i want to be with, you're the only one who makes my heart skip whenver im with, you're the only one i see myself being genuinely happy with"

"im not very good with words love but i really like you. and im sick of me being a coward shutting you out everytime i realise i stand no chance with you when you are worth every risk ever."

by now, your gaze glossy you could barely see anything, you stomach doing crazy flips, your lips curved up into a smile that made your face hurt.

"sunghoon"

"i like you, be my girlfriend" he says, looking at you hesitantly, afraid for the 'im sorry, but i don't feel that way' from you.

instead you do the complete opposite, you sling your arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug as you close your eyes, letting the tears stream down your face from happiness.

"y/n?"

"i hate you so much" you say, pulling away facing sunghoon.

"oh my god" sunghoon immediately takes your face in his big hands, thumbs wiping off your tears. you lean into his touch, frowning at him this time.

"i can't believe you made me think otherwise! i thought you just did all that to lead me on"

"wh— what you like me too?!" he freaks out, staring at you wide eyed.

"of course dumbass why else would i hug you then?" you ask, chuckling at his reaction. realisation finally hits him making him smile.

"y/n" he whines, looking away from embarassment, you laugh at his reaction, both of you falling into a fit of laughter.

"soooooo, im finally the park sunghoon's girlfriend?" you ask as you lean into his arms against his chest, his head on top of yours as you both gaze over at the waves crashing down to the surface slowly, the sun illuminating the sea.

"mhmm" sunghoon hums in response. "ah— i just remembered, i can finally stop being jealous. tell your little boy crushes to keep it off my lady" he says, making you laugh.

you push yourself off him slightly and turn around to take a look at him.

"no way, you were jealous of my friends?" you ask, chuckling at him.

"well im not going to lie, yes. have you seen the way they look at you? big heart eyes about to burst out of their eye sockets" he rolls his eyes, murmuring that.

"sunghoon!"

"hey! it's true!" he says, putting his hands up in defense.

"yeah yeah, as if you don't have a line of girls lining up to get into your pants with heart eyes on" you scoff, rolling your eyes.

"well, you're not wrong" he says, shrugging making you slap his arm, frowning.

"ouch!"

"you don't have to be jealous over this babe, after all you're the only one in my eyes" he says, pulling you into a hug, laughing it off.

you smile grew at the new nickname, gosh you really had to get used to this huh? you weren't going to complain anyway.

"you're so cliche" you say, smiling at him as you looked up.

"only for you, my lady" he says, giggling. you didn't know what came over you, however you leaned in and kissed him and smiling into the kiss when sunghoon kisses you back.

"you're so cute, i could kiss you all day, everyday" you say as you both pull away.

sunghoon blushes at the compliment making you kiss him again, only a little shorter this time when you both were interrupted.

by your stomach, growling.

"someone's hungry" sunghoon says, making you hide you face in embarassment.

"shut up," you whine.

"we should get going then, the sun's up already" sunghoon says giving you one last peck before getting up.

"and get breakfast because someone's hungry and then head back home" he says, pulling you up.

"sunghoon stop!"

"fine fine" he says laughing at a (playfully) annoyed you.

"first one to the car doesn't have to pay" you say and run off leaving a shocked sunghoon behind.

"y/n not fair!"

"that's for teasing me!"

"y/n!"

you ended heading back after your little prank to your pouty wattpad looking boyfriend, which then tried to run off too for pulling that on him earlier. after packing up, you both got back on the road to head back home only before getting breakfast.

you both also ended up fighting over who'll pay but sunghoon won by kissing you by suprise, leaving you in shock which you got pissed at but was easily swayed by sunghoon who got you ice cream.

sunghoon was glad he after all got over the fear of rejection and taking risks because you, were worth everything for him to be with.

and if there was any mistake to happen it would be you, his best mistake.

extras! :

read the rest of the series! : sunghoon (1) , jake, heesung, jay

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How they act after you break up with them.

(I made sure to check but there might be small grammar errors, and this is a long one so strap in 🙇, but hope you enjoy angst+fluff here) but not me actually feeling bad for them after-

Is more out of it then usual.

The reason you broke up with him is because you felt like it wasn’t a real relationship. And more like you sometimes got to talk during class, and sometimes out of school.

He writes in his a separate notebook of ways he could’ve done better

Starts comparing himself to other guys more often

Leaves earlier then everyone else to got to dorms.

Mumbles even more then usual, and sometimes the only person that can snap him out of it is Aizawa.

Sometimes takes it out on his friends

“Hey Deku!-“

“Not right now Uraraka.”

“Oi, Deku nerd, the-“

“Can you not right now Kacchan?”

“HAAH?-“

“Midoryia! Would you like to study?”

“Maybe later Iida...”

Todoroki offered him soba but it resulted in Midoriya slowly slurping up soba as he looked into the void of people

He shut everyone one out and didn’t talk barely most of the week.

He’d take out a lot of his anger during training.

It somehow finally clicks into place how bad you feel and how much you miss him when All Might pull you aside and asks. “Uhhh...Is Young Midoriya ok? I’m getting real worried....ITS NOT LIKE I DONT WORRY ABOUT MY OTHER STUDENTS HAHAHA! HOW’S-

There’s 15 minutes of your life awkwardly telling All Might how all your classmates are doing.

Which made you want to jump off the top of UA at the moment.

You decide to head to his dorm and ask him about it, cause you feel like it’s your fault.

You walk in on him crying, clutching the shirt you bought for him on his birthday.

You almost dropped to your knees in guilt at the sight

You rushed over and sat by him, comforting him, though it wasn’t much as you started crying too.

Basically a crying festival for an hour.

“Please....Please Y/N I love you so much, I promise I’ll make it work, and I’ll do my best to make it up to you, just please...PLEASE don’t leave me.” You kiss him on the lips and then his hand, “Babe it’s not all on you, I promise I’ll do better this time too, I’m so sorry for being selfish, I love you, ok?” Another crying fest.

After you start dating again:

Always makes sure you’re comfortable, and checks into your dorm before he starts a study session.

Helps you with your work before his. ( Though you insist he doesn’t as he’s gotten points off multiple times for turning in his work late.)

Goes on dates every time you have some free space in your schedules. Somehow ends up in an All Might merch shop 80% of the time.

!!CUDDLE SESSIONS AFTER HERO TRAINING AT ALL TIMES!! Even in Recovery Girl’s office, though many times she bops you both on the head and tells you to get out.

(If you both like All Might) You both geek out over new All Might stuff, and his old interviews while wearing an All Might onesies.

(If you like a different hero) You could spend hours bickering on who’s best hero, pulling up recordings and articles on the. With you holding your favorite hero plushie and him wearing All Might pajamas.

And waking up early just to take a long route to school together.

Makes sure to say ‘I love you’ at every small moment, and compliments you, though he can’t take compliments himself-

If it’s a permanent breakup:

“I...I understand, but why?”

Tears well up in his eyes and he for once he keeps eye contact with you, without looking away

It takes everything in you to not breakdown

“I’m sorry Izuku, I just don’t think it’ll work out in the end.” He grabs your hand and holds it both of his. He puts it to his forehead, nearly on his knees at this point. You try not to cry with him, but you knew it wasn’t going to end up a happily ever after in the end. And you wanted to break it off before that could happen.

“Izuku, I know, I know, I’m so sorry, I wish it couldn’t end like this-“

“Then don’t let it. Please Y/N don’t let this end.”

You eyes welled up as you put a hand over your mouth while repeating ‘I’m sorry, so sorry Izuku’. You looked away from him as you slipped your hand out of his, you close your eyes painfully, the tears finally running down your face. You couldn’t help but look back one more time, and almost wanted to run to where he was and take it all back. He sat on his knees, his head in his hands as painful sobs wracked his body. You quickly leave the room, shutting the door behind you.

You both were pretty quiet and emotionless the whole week.

Midoriya was even worse then before,

It got to the point where sometimes he didn’t eat or sleep

He barely responded to anything anyone said

Hell, even Bakugo was worried at some point

Midoriya would always go back to his dorm and cuddle with the gifts you gave him while you were dating.

It took a long time for him to get over it, and even when he thought it did, he still gets emotional over it

Even after highschool it pains him to see your off doing your own thing without you at his side the whole time

Quieter then usual

Is so deep in thought, sometimes forgets he’s in class or what he’s doing

During tests, or while working on assignments he’d be so deep in thought he didn’t realize he broke his pencil, or used his quirk on his desk

Instead of having his usual outburst on people he’d just walk off, or click his tounge and walk off

Even during Hero Lessons he’d be less calculated, and not as pumped up

When anyone tried to ask he’d just say “Fuck off, I’m fine.”

His grades slightly dropped

He had bags under his eyes, and had even worse posture then usual

When it came time to leave, he’d be the first one out, and no one could find out where he’d go

A permanent frown was on his face at all times (basically him most of time but with a deeper frown)

No one knew what to do at this point

It didn’t click with you until one day during Hero Lessons

He was sparring with Kirishima and all of a sudden he fainted

Everyone was surprised to say the most

You rushed with Kirishima to Recover Girls office

You both almost busted the door off it’s hinges

She wacked you both on the head but quickly tended to Bakugo, surprising you both as she checked on him

“Oh....I wouldn’t have expected this from Bakugo.” You and Kirishima had confused looks on your faces. “Well he passed out from exhaustion, which I usually see with that foolish Midoriya boy. This one usually keeps up with himself, something must’ve happened.” She cut herself off as she saw the look on your face that said it all. She beckons Kirishima to follow her out, as he still wasn’t getting what was happening.

You finally got a good look at him, and saw just how exhausted he looked. The bags under his eyes, his bruised body, and how pained he looked in his sleep. You hugged the non-bruised part of his arm, and finally let the tears you held let go. “I’m sorry Katsuki...I’m sorry I didn’t see it sooner.” Before you realized he woke up, he placed his free hand on your head, rubbing small and soothing circles on your head. “S’okay, let’s make this work.” You knew you didn’t have to say anything else as you both stayed like that until Recovery Girl came in to kick you both out.

After you start dating again:

Comes to your dorm everyday to get you up knowing you’d oversleep if he didn’t (also wants to see your sleeping face...not in a weird way)

Cooks you breakfast in bed on off days,

You guys cook something together when you have a movie night

Instead of yelling most times, he just makes sure he understands your side of everything before jumping to conclusions

Makes sure he isn’t too rough with you verbally (lol not sure physically)

Brings you to his parents house during some free time since you get along with his mom and dad well

Won’t admit it but adores the fact that his parents love you

Whispers ‘I love you’ when he’s made sure your ‘sleeping’ (you’re not, you just wanna hear him say it all shy like)

You guys go on training dates, where you both train together, then have a picnic where you just trained

Him being more open with PDA, like holding your hand, or laying his head on your shoulder, etc. just small stuff

He loves playing with your hair and twisting it around his fingers while cuddling or studying

You both cheer on your favorite hero during a fight on TV, or you pick a random channel on TV and you just listen to him rant how stupid something is while you lean onto his shoulder at 2am (somehow got him to stay up this late)

If it���s a permanent breakup:

“No...no...you can’t, you can’t be serious”

He sounded so broken. His fists clutched so hard you thought his bones would pop out

Anger was evident in his face, and he honestly scared you with the face he was making

“Y/N....are you joking?” You frown and step back a little, did he really think everything you said was a joke? “No Bakugo, I just think this isnt gonna work out in the end.” You heard him click his tongue, then just look at you in shock, then anger. He looked down, his bangs covering his expression. “So you’re just gonna end it like that? No working anything out, just break up? It was one fucking mistake Y/N.”

“Yeah one big mistake, you don’t suck faces with some other person on accident, Bakugo.” The venom in your voice slicing through the tension filled air. “Can you just fucking forgive me? I won’t do it again.”

“You said that last time, Katsuki, then you go and clown off again-“

Before you could get anything else out Bakugo already had his quirk going in one hand, and the other holding your shoulder down. You both looked surprised, even as he backed away. “No..nononono fuck Y/N baby I’m sorry-” you smacked the hand that reached out for you. You started packing everything, Bakugo’s eyes widened as he just stood in shock. Before he knew it you were leaving already.

“N...NO NO Y/N PLEASE, I’M SORRY-“ he grabbed you by the arm that reached for the door knob. You quickly shrugged him out of his grasp, and opened the door. “Goodbye Bakugo, I hope well for the next person with you.” And you slammed it in his face. He stood there, it’s like the emotions he felt before were completely wiped when you slammed the door on him. It was 8:03pm, he should start getting ready for bed anyway.

For a few weeks he was unresponsive, and only talked when he needed to

His movements were sluggish and he’d often stare at nothing

Bakugo didn’t even glare, or really do anything when Midoriya tried talking him

Or shittyhair, dunce face, raccoon eyes, or soy sauce face

They were all the same, and just molded into one voice every time someone tried talking to him

After a while he got over it, but he still regrets what he did

You helped him through so much yet he went off and did stupid shit

Even after highschool, he’d still keep up on you frequently through social media

Basically stalking you on there, guessing he never truly got over it once he felt tears subconsciously stream down his face as he saw you with someone else, happier.

He felt like he didn’t do anything wrong, and he was confused at the throb in his heart every time you looked away from him or ignored him.

So he did ask you, and all you did was look at him like he just hit you.

Why did you look so hurt?

Todoroki shrugged it off, thinking you’d come back like you did after every fight you guys had

But you didn’t, and that’s what took an actual toll on him

More emotional

A permanent frown on his pretty features most of the time

All he mostly eats is soba

He didn’t know how to handle this in all honesty

Sometimes he’d just stare at you, and even when you looked back he’d just stare...

Sometimes he’s so out of it he doesn’t realize he’s either froze the entire classroom or was a living breathing radiator, or both (rip Momo, Satou, and Tokoyami)

He’d ask Midoryia for help but it came out as a fumbled mess most of the time:

“Midoryia...how do you hurt....them, a lot...without...? Can you help?

Midoryia is just like:

(Sorry I had to add that in I was cackling sm from it)

“I think you should just talk to them Todoroki.”

That was harder to do then he expected, you mangaged to avoid him pretty well,

One day he was just fed up and as soon as the bell rang he took your hand and left the class

He takes you to an empty classroom, his left side nearly giving you frostbite

You were about to yell at him before you saw his broken expression

“What...what did I do for it to be like this?” You we’re now quiet as you saw the confused and hurt expression on his face. Him barely being able to control either of his quirks, he was shaking, yet still held a confused expression. It just clicked with you, Todoroki wasn’t used to the sudden emotions or feelings, and when one of the people he’d usually go to to talk about it wasn’t there, he started to crumble.

You hugged him tightly , not caring if his quirks messed up your uniform. “I’m sorry Y/N....I’m sorry I’m not enough, but-“ You cover his mouth as tears fell from your eyes and onto the ground or his uniform. “I- I-I’m so sorry Todo...it’s just you never gave me affection and I was being so selfish and petty about it, I just- I didn’t realize that you went through your own experience for it to turn out like this. It’s not your fault, and I love you the way you are Shoto.” Todoroki didn’t even notice the tears come down his face as you kissed him over and over again. A small ‘I’m sorry’ from you every time. His quirks calmed down and now you were holding each other in a random classroom. You’re heart nearly stopped as you looked up at him and saw a small, teary eyed smile.

After you start Dating again:

Todoroki was much more observant

He’d stay up late readings articles saying “How to understand emotions” or “Is there other good food then Cold Soba” wait-

Regularly gets you gifts, even though most of the time you make him return the stuff since he’s been getting so much with his dads card

Endeavor ended up yelling at you both in a 7/11 while you were stuffing your faces with a soba flavored chips

You both figured out a way to get Todoroki to express himself without words

He’d slightly activate his left side if he wanted any sort of attention, and his right side was if he was feeling stressed or upset

He subconsciously goes to your dorm now to check up on you to make sure you’ve had a glass of water, dinner or anything really (He just wanted a reason to go to your dorm)

You played with his hair once, and he’s never going back

When cuddling he’d lay his head in the crook of your neck, hoping to feel you playing with his hair

You push him to start taking therapy sessions to understand what emotions he’s feeling and how to express them

Takes you in your free time to an empty field just to hear you talk, and learn more about you

And he’d always wake up early and made sure to get a few snacks for you before you woke up and brought them to your dorm room (Last time he tried to cook he almost burned the kitchen down)

Overall Todoroki just loves giving you small head pats now, you don’t know where it came from but you didn’t complain

Poor bby stuttered so hard the first time he said ‘I love you’ you giggled

Ended up making him feel embarrassed and like he did something wrong, but you quickly kissed him/praised him

He can’t stop saying it now, one time you picked up his pencil, before you could hand it to him just a sudden “I love you Y/N” the entire class looked at you both in shock

“STOP SUCKING FACES OVER THERE!”

“SHUT UP BAKUGO”

“HAAAH?”

Todoroki is the happiest he’s been.

If it’s a permanent breakup:

“Over? What do you mean we’re over?”

You felt so horrible by the the pure confusion on his face

But the rude things he said to you, over powering your want to get back with him

Lately Todoroki has been more protective, and rude. Insulting everything you do, belittling you slightly. It just added up and you were tired of it

Todoroki tilted his head to the side, deep in thought.

“Y/N your being on the dumber side again, are you hanging out with them too much?” You were taken aback by how nonchalantly he insulted you and your friends. “Excuse me? Todoroki did I hear you right?” You stepped foward leaning your head toward him. “Of course you can, or did Bakugo’s yelling make you not hear so well?” The fact he said it with no emotion, or nothing to it was making you clench your fist. “The hell has gotten into you Todoroki?” You shove his shoulder a bit. He frowned at you heavily making you flinch. “Well if you didn’t go and ignore me most of this week maybe I wouldn’t be like this. I usually hold my tongue but you’ve been rude this entire week.”

You stood there speechless. “Well Ex-fucking-cuse me Shoto. Maybe if you didn’t insult me all the damn time I wouldn’t ignore you, or wait for an decent apology.”

You drag out the last words as you glared at him, Todoroki giving one back. “I’m only telling the truth so you don’t look dumb. I’m helping you out Y/N, I thought you’d understand.” You scoff in utter shock, you couldn’t help the sudden urge to slap some sense into him. Now he stood speechless, the force in that slap causing his hair to look messy, and a red mark on his cheek. Tears were in your eyes as you clenched your fist, biting your lip from cussing him out on the spot. “Your lucky I don’t beat your sorry ass, just...just the the fuck out Todoroki!” You pushed him toward the door. He looked at you with no emotion in his face as he saw you start to bawl your eyes out. “Just...just get the hell out Todoroki, it’s over, we’re over.” He felt a pang in his heart, but choose to ignore it and just left.

It only actually came to him during the night as he was about to walk to your dorm after a nightmare, when he realized the entire conversation

He tried knocking on your door but you didn’t answer, even though he could hear your music

He went back to his dorm, sat on his bed and just had a full mental breakdown

Realizing his main emotional support that helped him through mostly everything was gone

He felt he said stuff his father said to you already which made it even worse

He tried texting and calling you but you had him blocked on everything

He repeated the entire conversation in his head, just now coming to how disgusting he really did sound

Todoroki for that whole week was an emotional wreck

During hero training if he was thinking about you or what he did he doesn’t notice poor Satou trying to get out of his wall of Ice.

Is always with Midoryia at some given time,

He kind of clinged onto people in his circle that gave him attention of some sort

When he some time passed he eventually got over it

After Highschool you both kept in touch, but it pained him when he saw you engaged and happy with another person

But he was happy if you were happy.

Heyyy so this is probably the longest thing I’ve written since like my last Wattpad fanfics I used to do(yikes). But hope you enjoy, and don’t be afraid to request! I’m taking them now so go wild.

Sorry that they were all confusing it’s my first hcs+scenario thingy, but I have a few other things in the works so... 💃🕺

[mid-weast]

Will you keep it down? | Jeon Jungkook

Summary: You and Jungkook attend the same university and have been neighbors for 3 months now. It drives you crazy that he plays loud music at 2AM, and it drives him crazy that you barely acknowledge his presence.

Pairing: Jungkook x Female!Reader; Black!Reader

Words: 2.6K

Genre: enemies to lovers, student!jungkook, student!reader, fluff, mention of smut, angst? (in the form of bickering back and forth).

Authors note: Hi hi! This is the first fic I’ve ever written so if it’s bad I’m sorry. Also it is unedited so if there's grammar / spelling mistakes I'm sorry again! Also this is catered toward the reader being Black but I hope it can be enjoyed by everyone. Thank you for reading! Feedback is appreciated ok love u bye!

“Y/N? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME??!? Open this door RIGHT NOW!”

Even though you were studying in your room, his knocks were so loud you nearly jumped out of your skin. You had expected a reaction, but not a full-on explosion.

You and Jungkook have been apartment neighbors for about three months now, and a constant problem is that he blares his music hella loud late at night. Of course he’s a music major so he listens to music a lot, but at this point you don’t care. It doesn’t even seem like he’s working on composition homework anyway, just being an asshole with no regard for his neighbors peace. Now don’t get yourself wrong, you're not just some uptight bitch who complains about everything. Well, you do have several pet peeves but over the years of going to school in Korea you’ve picked and chosen your battles very wisely. In most cases you let things slide. You wouldn’t care at all about someone playing the music loudly, but it is 2 AM, and while you’re up studying you know a lot of your other neighbors are trying to sleep.

You tiptoe toward your front door and twist the knob slowly. You only open the door wide enough to be able to see his face. It’s not that you’re scared that you’re in danger or anything, and you rarely back down from people giving you a hard time. But you were tired, wearing a big ass t- shirt and short shorts (your regular sleep attire), and it was late at night. So if anything was going to pop off you felt pretty vulnerable. Even though you’re the same age, he towers over you and you find his size kinda intimidating.

As usual, you have to crane your neck to see his face, and your view of him is limited by the narrowness in which

you opened the door.

“Can I help you, lil boy?”

From what you can see of him, right away you can tell that he is pissed. Dawning his usual attire of a black sweatshirt with the hood up, black sweats, and stomp a hoe boots, he stood extremely close to your apartment door with his arms crossed. His usually wide, puppy dog eyes are now pressed in narrow slits. His normally pouty lips are formed in a hard line, and his jaw is so clenched you could carve an ice sculpture with his jawline.

"Who the hell do you think you are? You called the cops on me? Are you INSANE???" Jungkook shouts.

Obviously he's mad, and despite the amount of times you've gone back and forth he's never raised your voice at you. The old you would have screamed back at him, but over time you've tried to respond to anger with calmness. Also, you were a little scared because this mf is kind of big.

"I already told you if you keep blaring your music at 2AM, I was going to do something about it!" You respond in a hushed whisper, slightly concerned that your elderly neighbors will be even more disturbed by the noise. "I've told you this a million times, and you barely do anything about it. If anything, it's gotten worse like you're doing it on purpose. People are trying to sleep and I'm trying to study, why is this so hard for you to understand?"

He sucks his teeth. "You're such a little snitch. And I've already told YOU that YOU can't tell me what to do."

"I know I can't...but they can," you nod toward the exit, referring to the police officers that most likely just left out that way with a tiny smirk growing on your face.

If it was possible, he clenched his jaw even harder and you think that he's going to pop a blood vessel. He pushes his way into your apartment, which sends you stumbling back and you grab the door handle to regain your balance. This causes you to close the door shut.

"Hey! What the hell do you think you're-"

He steps right up to you and leans down into your face.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, seriously??? Why are you such an annoying little brat? Just because you're a nerd with no friends who gets no play doesn't mean you can take your bitterness out on me.”

You have to laugh in his face at this point because hello??? First of all, who is he talking to? Second of all, you have told him a BUNCH of times to turn his music down late at night. You didn't think that was too much to ask. As far as you were concerned, being aware of your noise level when you live in an apartment is the universal bare minimum for being a human being.

"ME? Who do you think YOU are? Actually let me tell you. You're an entitled little rich boy who thinks he runs the world. I don't give a fuck about how popular you are on campus, how many people fall at your feet to be around you, and how many hoes you have, you cant talk to ME like that. And how are you going to try and tell me about myself when it's too much of a task for you to be a decent neighbor? I've never done anything to blatantly bother you, so why can you just.." You started to panic because usually when you raise your voice out of anger, your voice cracks and tears threaten to pool out of your eyes, but you tried to get a grip and not back down..."why can you just be nice to me so we can live in peace? Is that too hard for you???"

He looked kind of taken aback by your question. Being nice to you? It never crossed his mind. Also, you kind of had a point. When the semester started and you both moved in on the same day, you would shoot him a small, friendly smile in passing but you never seemed interested in getting to know him. He always wondered why that was. It's not that he had a problem talking with girls, since all he had to do was breathe and girls would come flocking around him, but you would flat out ignore him. Even at all the major parties at the beginning of the year and on Thursday nights when students take over the clubs in the city, you'd barely even acknowledge him. He KNEW that you had seen him too, since you would make eye contact, but you acted like he was just another guy at the club.

And he'd be lying if he said you weren't fine. You had thick thighs, a beautiful face, nice curves, and always wore outfits that hugged you in the right places. He always wondered what it would feel like to wrap his arms around your body and press it against his own. He would constantly sneak peaks of you throughout the night at the club, but something stirred in him when he saw that you were chatting up other guys. Was he...jealous? Jealous that you were so eager to pay attention to these dudes who, in his opinion, were decent looking but they were nowhere near his level, and you never even gave him a second thought? One night he even saw you leaving with a man he knew through mutual friends, and he had to physically stop himself from breaking the glass he was holding, because that guy, while objectively handsome, was nothing compared to him. Jungkook wasn't blatantly cocky, but he let his talent, charm, and looks speak for themselves. He was THEE Jeon Jungkook, and nothing ever really bothered him....except you.

Was he....interested in you? Nah, that can't be it. You were some random chick who happened to be his neighbor, who also is one of the only girls he's met that doesn't give two fucks about even having small talk with him, and that infuriated him for some reason. So the first time you came knocking on his door in an adorable pink satin pajama set with a matching bonnet complaining about his loud music, he knew the game he had to play.

He's still standing over you, centimeters away from you face, but you notice that his eyes soften a little and so does his jaw. He unclenches the fists he was holding crossed against his chest

You continue, “I don't care what you do, and I'm DEFINITELY trying to run your messy ass life. Believe me," you scoff, "you don't have enough money to pay me to do that. But when your dickhole behavior fucks with MY life is when it's a problem. And it's BEEN a problem."

He rolls his eyes. "Whatever, little girl, maybe I should call you little mouse now, since now I know that you'll go squeaking to the cops now, don't fuck with me or my music again.”

Without moving your head you look him up and down with a confused expression. "Am I supposed to be scared of you? No seriously, you look like you cry during Disney movies while wearing footie pajamas, and now here you are throwing a fit because I forced you to stop bothering the entire wing with your music?"

Girl...what are you saying??? This man just barged into YOUR place, is in your face, and is strong enough to pick you up and throw you, and you’re insulting him? But you figured if he's going to be rude, you'll throw it right back because you're tired of his bullshit.

Whatever softness he was feeling for a fleeting moment immediately left, and annoyance once again washed over. He straightens up a bit and puts on that annoying confident smirk he wears when he thinks he's won arguments between you two.

"You should be nicer to me, all it will take is for me to tweet one thing about you, and you'll be the most hated person on campus."

At this point, any suspicions that you had about him annoying you on purpose were confirmed. You've concluded that this mf is a bully and you, small and shy but not one to take mess, will put him in his place to-motherfucking-night.

You take a step toward him, now crossing your arms tightly against your chest, but he doesn't even move a hair backwards.

"Clearly you need a rude awakening so here it is. I don't know what type of people you've dealt with all your life, always saying yes to you, letting you boss them around and taking whatever bullshit you dish out, but let me tell you I am not the one. Never have been and never will be. Unlike the other fools around here who cream their pants at the mention of your name, I don't care about who you are. You'll respect ME and MY peace as long as we're neighbors, you get me?"

Now y/n, you have never so boldly stood up to someone, where did that come from, babes? You've tried to not let this entitled little boy get to you this whole time, but with him standing in front of you in the middle of your apartment with that extremely annoying, yet handsome, smirk on his face, and after all the crap he's said tonight, he had you all the way fucked up.

After you said that, he just laughed and looked away. Now you’re standing there fuming and confused...was there a joke you missed? You were being dead serious!

"Something funny?" you ask, narrowing your eyes.

"Nothing, just thinking about how I want to face fuck that annoying little mouth of yours so you finally shut up.”

Your jaw almost dropped to the floor. You've never had a guy say something so blatantly rude and vulgar literally inches away from your face. But again, you weren't going to back down.

"Oh really?" Scoffing and tilting your head to the side a bit while narrowing your eyes even more, "I'd very much like to do the same. Maybe then you'll learn your place."

"Oh please, princess, you probably blanch when someone around you even mentions the word sex." He chuckles and leans down close toward your face again and cocks his head to the side, scrunching his nose and in a pouty voice said, "you're fooling no one, but keep trying, maybe you'll get there.”

You're even more annoyed than you were before, if that was even possible. But if he wanted to play this game, you might as well go there with him. It's true, you were a bit more prudent than more, but it pissed you off that he could tell. Regardless, you do know some things to say that could have him leaving with his tail between his legs.

You pouted your lips and in a babying tone said, “Aww sweetheart you have no idea. You think you're big and bad but like I said, you probably cry watching Disney movies. The same way you'd be crying, begging me to let you cum down my throat as I mercilessly toy with your cock for hours.”

Now it's his turn to go pale. Y/n, his stuck up neighbor who has barely even spared him five seconds of her time just threatened to edge him into submission? He has to pinch himself because he must be dreaming....

“Well I-“

“But I don't even think we’d make it that far, hun” you continue, “because in order to humble your egotistical, disrespectful ass, I'm gonna have to ride your face until you suffocate. And when the paramedics come and I have to explain how you died, I won't even hesitate to tell them that you were a punk ass loser who LITERALLY drowned in my pussy!”

You don’t know who this person speaking is, but it is not you. All of the pent up hostility you’ve held towards him just flooded out of you and you couldn’t stop the words from coming out. To be honest you shocked yourself, but you still stood there with your arms crossed and your face unfaltering, just waiting for him to say something smart back.

He stared at you silently, eyes wider than you’ve seen before and his mouth hung slightly open. He wasn’t expecting you to respond with so much fire, but now he wouldn’t be able to sleep until the image you painted came true. His brain said fuck it, and his lips crashed down onto yours. The kiss is sloppy but passionate, and you swore you heard him quietly whimper.

When he feels you starting to kiss back, he smirks into the kiss. Your lips are moving against each other in tandem, and all thoughts about how much you despise the prick fades away. As you uncrossed your arms and placed them on his chest, you could feel his heart beating wildly. Was he as nervous as you were this whole time? You wonder. You knew he was a player, so he was experienced. But the thought that you made him nervous gave you a tiny confidence boost. His hands slowly slide up the sides of your body to sneak behind your back, to pull you further into his chest. As much as your brain was telling you to resist him and push him away, you couldn't help but fall victim to how soft his lips felt against yours. Suddenly you feel airborne as he swiftly reaches down behind your thighs and picks you up. You instinctively gasp but he doesn’t miss a beat, simply biting your lower lip and locking your lips together again.

“Maybe we should test that scenario of yours, and if it comes true, that wouldn’t be the worst way for me to go” he says, doing that annoying but soul-crushingly handsome smirk he likes to wear as he carries you off to your bedroom.