#school starts back today 😞

[hypotonuseisguud]

some small statlice expret headcanons for you travels🤲

- I can't decide if Slick would be super annoying about her partner (whoever it may be) and always yap about them, or be super discreet w/o even trying. Like her brothers either knew abt this person for months before they and Slick actually got together, or they only figure out abt the fact the person exists 6 months into they and Slick's relationship.

- I will scream it from the rooftops: FREIGHT CUDDLEPILES!!! It's how they show affection with each other, besides fighting

- Greaseball is dyslexic and will take 15 minutes to send a text message. She is typing it, going over it twice, checking spelling, and checking punctuation. With everyone but Dinah obvs bc she got mad that gb was talking too long

- I fear the Prusty honeymoon phase was detrimental to everyone. I don't think they would end up dating for long, maybe lasting 5 months, and the breakup would be 'mutual' and 'on good terms' (they were both sobbing more than they weren't for the next month). After the initial breakup they were still bsfs though

- Hydra and Porter's hair just. stays up?? Like it goes down when it's wet obviously but it just pops back up? It's so weird esp because they both have pin straight hair

[ifwdominicfike]

matt loves to feed into your love for his hands.

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this is the 3rd time today you’ve caught yourself staring at matts arms, if it wasn’t his arms it was his hands. the way the veins spread out and then trailed up to his forearms, you were practically drooling.

he knows this too, he’s caught you staring at him multiple times. he hasn’t told you anything yet though, watching you watch his every move when he wears a tank top or when he’s playing videos games with his brothers, he knows you’re staring.

how could you not though?? he was basically teasing you at this point, like the other day for example, he had gotten some new rings and was desperate to show you them.

“sweetheart come look at these new rings i got” you make your way to your shared bedroom and see him staring at his hands, flexing them making the veins more prominent. that infamous grin while doing so is telling you everything you needed to know.

your eyes fixating on his hands immediately, the way he stretched out his fingers to show off the rings made your thighs clench.

noticing the gleam across your face made his grin widen, “you like them doll? or are ya’ gonna keep ogling at them hm?” he takes your hand into his and start peppering kisses to your knuckles. you couldn’t take it anymore, his teasing words, his stupid grin, just him. you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into you, your lips locking with his and you feel a hand cup your jaw and the other grip onto your hair.

“y’think you’re so fucking slick huh? staring at me like that with your thighs clenched like i wouldn’t notice, needy girl” he continues down your neck as his hands roam down your body, you gasp at the sudden movement of you being picked up. you’re back now lying against his white sheets “pl..please! matt- need you s’bad” you whine “gotta be more specific than that baby, what do you need from me sweet girl?” he grips onto your legs and places them on his shoulders “pl-please baby.. don’t t-tease me-“

your voice becoming more and more needy “aw, poor thing can’t take a little bit of teasing? such a desperate whore.” he starts sliding off your shorts, those being thrown and forgotten somewhere in the room while he stuffs your lace panties in his back pocket.. “so soaked f’me, all this over what? my hands?” he laughs in your face, tracing his fingers up and down your slick. you yelp out once you feel him slap your cunt, that same stupid grin on his face as he watched you squirm.

“fuck matt- come on pleasee, been such a g-good girl f’you” you grind against his hand, aching for any kind stimulation what so ever. “okay sweetheart, i guess you’ve had enough” you hum in agreement, you feel his slim fingers dip into you, the feeling of the cool metal from the rings sending goosebumps down your spine. “o-oh! mhm.. please!” you pleaded “yeah? s’this all you needed baby? dumb girl just needed my fingers thats all”

- avery’s note ˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆｡-

first smut!! i was thinking of making this a full fic but i didnt.. anyways school has been beating me up pray for me 😞 okayy well thats all for now bye i love youu ᥫ᭡ !!

[qqhez]

Hiiii! :))

This is kinda one of my first times requesting, so I don't know if I'll do this right, so please bare with me 🙏😞

Since you're asking for requests, I thought about a fem!reader x Hwang In-Ho smut one shot? I don't know if you're willing to do aus, but maaaybe a professor!Hwang In-Ho x student!reader au (legal ofc) where the reader is in love with his professor and thinks he doesn't know (he has heard her talk with her friends before) because she's well behaved and all of these things (the professor definitely knows, he just finds it cute and she's much younger). He isn't giving any signs of liking her back, so she thinks he's oblivious (she's grateful for that), till the final day of classes where the professor is giving the final grades, and she got the best of the class, so he manages to give her grades to her the last, keeping them alone in the classroom? And then confessions and smut ensues?

You can change it to your liking, sorry if I wrote too much :')

TYSM IN ADVANCE 💕💕

-🪐 anon (since now)

OMG THIS IS AN AMAZINGGG IDEA THANK YOU SM 🪐 I LOVE YOU❤️❤️

TEACHERS PET // HWANG IN-HO

Pairing: student!reader x teacher!Hwang In-Ho

Warnings: smut so 18+, teacher x student, no protection (I forgor), praising, lowk ddlg idfk, huge age gap, creampie, ig thats it?

An: shiiiii im sorry if this feels really rushed🙁 school just started again and I’m so tired😪 pls enjoy🙏 also omg I watched Bungee Jumping Of Their Own today and I cried so much :(

In school everyone knew you as the kind and well behaving girl. All the teachers liked you and you were top of your class. But between your friends you were known for having a crush on your teacher. All of your friends knew about it, because you cant keep your mouth shut. But what can you do when your teacher is hot as hell and just soo dreamy. In fact you spent many classes just dreaming about him and not getting any work done.

Right after the bell rings, In-ho’s students slowly arrive in his classroom. He’s usually at the door greeting the students, and of course looking for his favourite student who is of course you. He tried not to smile at you as you walked in and sat with your friends. And of course, again, you spent the whole class just looking at him.

At the end of the class he got up and said to the whole class, “I’m really glad that I got to teach you all this year. Now I’ll give you all your final tests back. When you hear your name, come here for a moment and after that you’re free to leave.” You were sat at the very back of the classroom with your friends. You actually wanted to sit at the very front, so you could be close to In-Ho, but your friends dragged you to the back.

Finally, he called your name. You were the very last one in the room. You quickly got up and walked over to his desk. “Here. Good job.” In-Ho said as he handed the paper to you. He watched you smile, when you saw that you got the best grade possible. “You’re my top student.” He told you, as he got up and gave you a little pat on the shoulder. Right when you’re about to thank him, he interrupts you. “I need to talk to you about something”

As you heard those words leave his mouth, it felt like your heart skipped a beat. ‘Is this it? Does he like me?’ Were the only things in your mind. For three years, you had been giving him signs that you were really in love with him. But you never got anything back from him, until now.

“I’ve heard what you’ve said about me to your friends.” He said with a grin on his face. “Oh! Sir I’m so sorry-” you manage to say before he interrupts you again. “It’s okay. I have those feelings towards you too.” He said and stood up from his chair and taking a step closer to you. He lifted your chin up with his fingers and looked lovingly in your eyes. You hesitated for a moment but still crashed your lips together with him. You started to make out on his desk.

You made out for some time and slowly, you pulled away from him even though it was really difficult. “What if Someone catches us?”you asked while you were still holding his face in your hands. “Look.” He pointed at the clock. “You’re not my student anymore, so it’s okay.” He reassured you. ”you still wanna do this?“ he asked, playing his hands on your hips. You looked in his eyes and said ”Yes.”

He pulled you by your hips and turned you around, so that now you were bending over his desk. He put most of his weight on you so you couldn’t get away from him and slowly kissed you down from your neck to your thighs. This was easy for him, because you usually wore a skirt to school, or at least in the summer. When he lifted your skirt up to reveal your panties, a small ‘aww’ left his mouth, when he saw the cute pink panties you were wearing.

“My god.. you’re soaking wet! You really want me this bad?”

You tried to hide your face from all this embarrassment. “Mmmmhm” was all you could let out. You couldn’t even think about what’s gonna happen next, when your panties were pulled down and his fingers were inside of you. You couldn’t help but moan. “Shhhh.. it’s okay…” he whispered while coming up to kiss your neck again.

He pulled his fingers out of you, so that he could unbuckle his belt and pull his pants down. Few seconds without his fingers got you all whiny and desperate to feel him again. “Are you ready?” He said while stroking his cock a few times, even though it was hard already. “Yes.. please, be gentle..” you whined as he began to spread your folds.

He managed to only get the tip in, and you were already a moaning mess. He made sure he was being really gentle with you and always checking that you were okay. “Good girl. You’re doing so good.” He praised you as he started thrusting into you harder.

You kept gripping on the papers on his desk as you came closer to your orgasm. The way he was grunting and letting out small moans made you sure that he was close too. “Mm im gonna come-” he grunted in your ear as he sped up his thrusts. And that was it. You both came at the same time.

He waited for a small moment and before he pulled out,he kissed you on the lips again. ”my baby, you did so good. Tomorrow at the same time?” He asked as you pulled your panties back up. “That’s a deal.”you said and kissed him again.

[brookediamonds]

heyy i requested a similar prompt to another author but i think they went MIA 😞

fem!reader who used to be apart of iron dragons moved to california and joined miyagi do. Miguel and her started to get close but one day before the sekai taikai, reader catches Miguel and Sam together. Feeling betrayed and revengeful, she transfers back to iron dragons without the knowledge of anyone from miyagi do and it's not until the captains war that miyagi do and miguel see her as the female captain alongside Axel. she's sensei wolf's protegee and Axel's "close friend" (!endgame Axel). maybe where miguel feels jealous and guilty when he sees reader and axel together and close 😣

i see her in the back of my mind | Axel Kovačević x Fem! Reader

Summary: After years of pining after your best friend, you're crushed to find out it's been all in your head when you catch him with someone else. In attempt to move on, you take the first opportunity to leave home and start new. But two years later, when you run into Miguel again, it tests the person you are today and sends your current close friend, Axel Kovačević, into a state of protectiveness.

Word count: 6.7k Warning: None, angst, fluff, friends to lovers

gif is not mine

The windshield wipers slapped back and forth, fighting against the rain that wasn't heavy enough to warrant their speed. 

You turned them down a notch and swallowed the lump in your throat that had been there since fifth period.

Miguel and Sam. Sam and Miguel.

The image kept replaying in your head like some fucked-up GIF that wouldn't stop looping. 

His hand on her waist, fingers pressing into the fabric of her yellow sweater. Her palm flat against his chest, right over the stupid Metallica logo he'd drawn on his white tee with a Sharpie last week when you both got bored in chemistry.

"Shit!" you shouted, swerving a little too sharply around a pothole. The car behind you honked, and you flipped them off without looking. 

Not your problem they couldn't handle a little defensive driving.

The kiss hadn't even been that good. You could tell from twenty feet away in the school hallway. 

Not that you'd spent time imagining kissing Miguel. Except you had.

For approximately three years, two months, and sixteen days. Not that you were counting.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you muttered, drumming your fingers against the steering wheel as you pulled up to a red light.

Your phone buzzed in the cup holder. His name flashed across the screen, and your stomach twisted into a familiar knot that was equal parts hope and nausea.

You let it ring. Let him wonder where you disappeared to after school. Let him worry. 

The light turned green, and you pressed the gas pedal hard enough to make the tires squeal.

Rain streaked across your windshield in angry lines, matching your mood perfectly. 

You pulled into your driveway with enough force to make the suspension groan in protest. 

The house was empty, mom wouldn't be home until seven, and dad was working from the office today. 

The stairs creaked under your heavy footsteps as you trudged up to your bedroom, backpack hanging off one shoulder. 

You kicked the door shut behind you with enough force to make your collection of concert tickets flutter on the corkboard.

The same concert you and Miguel attended with sensei Lawrence last summer. 

"Dammit," you muttered tossing your back pack to the corner of your bedroom.

You sighed heavily plopping down on to your bed, the mattress bouncing beneath you. 

Your phone buzzed again. And again. And again.

"Jesus Christ," you hissed, finally grabbing it. Three more texts from Miguel.

Where'd you go?

Are you ok?

Can we talk?

You tossed the phone onto your pillow face-down, as if not seeing the screen could erase what you'd witnessed. 

The rain tapped against your window in an uneven rhythm, like someone trying to get your attention. You ignored it, just like you were ignoring Miguel.

Your laptop sat on your desk, and you pulled it open, hoping mindless scrolling might numb the ache spreading through your chest. 

You open a new tab for your emails, and see there’s a follow up letter from sensei Kreese about a dojo he’s been talking to you about. 

Clicking on the recent message, your eyes scan over the long digital letter:

IRON DRAGONS INTERNATIONAL TEAM - INVITATION TO HONG KONG

"Wait, what?" you whispered, clicking it open before your brain could process what you were seeing.

The email loaded, its professional letterhead emblazoned with a sleek red dragon logo that coiled around the words "Elite Combat Sports Federation."

"Dear [Your Name],

Following your exceptional performance at the West Coast Regional Tournament and based on Sensei Kreese's recommendation, we are pleased to extend an invitation for you to train with the Iron Dragons in Hong Kong for our summer intensive program.

Our scouts were impressed by your technical precision and mental fortitude. We believe you possess the raw talent and dedication necessary to compete with our competitive team…"

The email continued, detailing a two year contract with international competitors, world-class instructors, and housing in the heart of Hong Kong. 

All expenses paid. Your eyes widened with each line, heart pounding against your ribs like it wanted out.

Hong Kong, China. You jumped up from your bed, pacing across the worn carpet, re-reading the email three times to make sure it wasn't some elaborate joke. 

"Holy shit," you whispered, running your fingers through your hair. "Holy shit!"

This was everything you'd been working toward since you first stepped into the dojo four years ago.

The bruises, the sprains, the 5 AM training sessions before school, all of it suddenly worth it.

You imagined yourself walking through neon-lit streets, training in ancient dojos, competing with the best of the best. 

A chance to be seen by people who mattered in the martial arts world.

Your fingers reached for your phone automatically, muscle memory taking over before your brain could catch up. 

Miguel's contact was already pulled up, thumb hovering over the call button when the image flashed again—his face connecting with hers, not too long ago. 

The excitement that had momentarily lifted you crashed back down, replaced by a hollow feeling that spread through your chest like spilled ink.

Not anger anymore, just a deep, aching sadness that made your shoulders slump.

Miguel would have been the first person you called. Always. But now…

Instead, you dial the number below the dojo name at the bottom and make your decision that you know will change everything for the better. 

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2 years later...

Hong Kong had changed almost everything about you. The way you moved, more fluid now, like water finding its path.

The way you carried yourself, chin up, shoulders back, eyes forward. 

But some things hadn't changed at all. Like the way your heart raced before a competition. 

The way you bounced on your toes to burn nervous energy. And the way you still occasionally thought about what might have been if you'd stayed in California.

Your parents were supportive enough to let you go, and venture out. They always wanted you to find yourself and be the best you could when it came to karate. 

So when sensei Kreese took you under his wing and helped you find the Iron Dragons, your parents were on board to help you achieve your dreams. 

Which lead you here, to the Sekai Taikai, the world tournament of international dojo’s that come together to fight for the championship.

"Nervous?" The voice came from behind you, deep and accented, familiar enough now that you didn't need to turn around to know who it was.

"No," you responded confidently, pivoting on your heel to face Axel, your training partner for the 2 years. 

Your foot caught on the edge of the practice mat, sending you stumbling forward.

You crashed into Axel’s chest, his strong hands catching your shoulders before you could completely demolish what little dignity you had left.

He laughed, the sound rumbling through his chest and vibrating against your palms where they were splayed against his green gi. 

His dark eyes crinkled at the corners, amusement dancing in them like firelight.

"Not nervous at all, I see," he teased, steadying you with a gentle squeeze. "Very convincing performance."

"Shut up," you muttered, feeling heat rush to your cheeks. 

Two years training with elite fighters, and you still managed to trip over your own feet like an idiot. Some things really hadn't changed.

"Just testing your reflexes," you said, straightening your gi with an exaggerated flick of your wrists. "Good to know you're alert. Might need those quick hands today."

Axel raised one eyebrow, the corner of his mouth lifting in that half-smile that always made your stomach do a little flip. 

The one that said he knew exactly what bullshit you were selling and was choosing to buy it anyway.

"My reflexes are perfect," he said, his Croatian accent wrapping around the words like silk. "Unlike your balance, apparently."

You narrowed your eyes at him, recognizing the challenge in his voice.

Your time spent together had taught you to read Axel Kovačević better than anyone. 

The slight tilt of his head, the way he shifted his weight to the balls of his feet, he was baiting you.

His stance shifted subtly, the change so slight most people would miss it, but you'd spent hundreds of hours training with him.

You knew what was coming.

"Don't you dare—" you started, but he was already moving.

His hand shot out, a lazy jab that you easily deflected, slapping it away with your forearm.

The corner of his mouth twitched upward, the closest he ever came to a full smile when he wasn't actively laughing at your expense.

You countered with a half-hearted knife-hand strike aimed at his ribs, which he blocked with practiced ease, his forearm connecting with yours in a satisfying thwack.

The familiar rhythm of sparring settled over you both, the anxiety about the upcoming tournament dissolving into the background.

"Your form is sloppy today," he points out, his eyes never leaving yours as he circled you slowly. "Distracted by something? Or someone?"

"Yeah, your massive ego is taking up all the oxygen in the room," you fired back, feinting left before throwing a roundhouse kick that stopped just short of his thigh. 

He caught your ankle in his large hand, holding it suspended between you.

For a moment, you were perfectly balanced, trusting him not to let you fall.

"My ego?" His eyebrow arched higher, those unique blue eyes narrowing playfully as he held your leg captive. "Says the person who bragged about breaking three boards with one strike for twenty minutes yesterday."

"It was four boards, and it was impressive as hell," you corrected, using his grip on your ankle as leverage to hop closer, throwing him off balance.

His eyes widened slightly at your unexpected move. You smirked as he stumbled back a half-step, his pale skin flushing along his cheekbones.

He shook his head, releasing your ankle but not before his thumb traced a quick circle against your skin, so fast you might have imagined it if not for the trail of heat it left behind.

You landed gracefully, finding your center again as you circled each other in the practice area.

"You know," Axel said, his voice low enough that only you could hear, "when we first met, I thought you were just another American with more confidence than skill."

You lunged forward with a quick jab that he deflected, his forearm sliding against yours with practiced precision. "And now?"

"Still American," he replied with that half-smile, as he dodged your next strike. "But your skill..." 

His movements slowed for just a moment, those unusual eyes studying you with an intensity that made your skin prickle. "Your skill is undeniable."

Something in his voice made your breath catch. These moments caught you off guard, when his usual quiet arrogance gave way to something genuine, something that felt like respect.

"Undeniable, huh?" you said, circling him with deliberate steps. "That's almost a compliment, Kovačević. Better be careful or people might think you actually like me."

Axel's eyes followed your movement, a predatory focus that somehow never felt threatening when it came from him. 

"I tolerate you," he corrected, though the warmth in his voice betrayed him. "There's a difference."

"Uh-huh," you said, throwing a lightning-fast front kick that he caught with both hands this time. "That's why you spent three hours helping me perfect my hurricane kick last week. Because you 'tolerate' me."

"I was bored," he shrugged, releasing your foot. "And your technique was painful to watch."

"You’re painful to watch," you snap back jokingly. 

Axel snorts, his green-ringed blue eyes catching the light as he shifts positions, moving into a defensive stance that's become as familiar to you as your own reflection. 

He's about to respond when you hear sensei Wolf call out for you both. 

"Time to head in," he says simply before walking away, leaving you two alone.

You take a deep breath, which Axel notices and lays a hand on your shoulder. 

Wordlessly, he reassures you and you both head into the arena, ready to face the competition. 

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Miyagi-Do. Cobra Kai. Both names make your stomach twist as you read the names lined up with your dojo for Captain’s War. 

Out of all the random selections, and they had to be in your first category?

Your team decides to attack the other team first, leaving Cobra Kai to approach Miyagi-Do first. 

Fortunately, your four teammates impressively protect you and Axel from the opposing team, leaving you to fight the last three fighters on Cobra Kai. 

You easily take their female captain down with a karate version of a Fujiwara armbar technique sensei Wolf taught you last summer. 

But the minute you stand up straight to go stand by Axel, your co-captain who just won his match as well, your eyes interlock from across the mat. 

With Miguel. 

You can see the look of genuine surprise written across his face, those dark brown eyes widened with shock. 

He’s standing next to Sam, who is just as shocked as he is, with the rest of your old teammates and sensei, sensei Lawrence.

Axel notices your lingering stare at the team across from you, and furrows his eyebrows when he see’s them, specifically, Miguel looking back at you a certain way. 

The tournament announcer's voice fades to a muffled drone as you stand frozen, unable to tear your eyes away from Miguel's face. 

Two years have changed him, his jaw is sharper, shoulders broader, hair styled differently, but his eyes are exactly the same. 

The same eyes that used to crinkle at the corners when you made him laugh. The same eyes you'd avoided in the hallway that last day.

Axel shifts beside you, his presence solid and warm at your shoulder. You feel rather than see his attention move from you to Miguel and back again, those observant eyes missing nothing.

"That's them," he says quietly, his voice pitched low enough that only you can hear. It's not a question.

Your throat tightens. "Yeah."

Axel's hand brushes against yours, a fleeting touch that could be accidental but isn't. 

His fingers are warm, briefly tangling with yours before he shifts his body slightly, positioning himself between you and Miguel's stare like a human shield.

"Come on," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through you. "Sensei is waiting."

His hand finds the small of your back, not pushing, just guiding with a gentle pressure that grounds you to the present. 

The touch is protective without being possessive, and something about it makes your heart stutter in your chest.

The protective gesture isn't lost on you, it's so unlike Axel's usual hands-off approach that it momentarily distracts you from the shock of seeing your old friends.

Your feet move automatically, following his lead as he navigates you back to your team. 

"You okay?" Sam asks as she watches Miguel watch Axel place his hands on you. 

"Fine," Miguel breathes, ignoring the turning in his stomach as he sees the corners of your lips tug up when you look up at your male captain. 

You used to look at him like that. 

Sensei Wolf is smirking down at you when you return alongside with Axel. 

"Great job implementing that MMA strategy into your fight," Wolf compliments you, sending a sense of satisfaction through you. 

"Thank you, sensei," you nod, appreciating his acknowledgement. 

"Next up are individual fights, and then bo-staff 1-on-1’s," he explains.

When you’re standing in front of your sensei, the past you left behind is soon forgotten, and you’re ready for the next category. 

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The tournament's food court buzzes with activity, a cacophony of different languages mingling with the clatter of plastic trays and the hiss of soda fountains. 

Teams from every corner of the world cluster around tables, some celebrating early victories, others strategizing for upcoming matches. 

The air smells like a weird mix of fried food, sports drinks, and the faint tang of antiseptic from the first aid station.

You balance your tray carefully, navigating through the crowd toward the corner table where Axel has already claimed territory. 

He sits with his back to the wall, long legs stretched out, scrolling through his phone with a slight furrow between his brows. 

"They were out of those protein bars you like," you announce, sliding into the seat across from him. "So I got you this weird energy drink instead. The lady swore it tastes like blueberries, but I'm pretty sure it's just chemicals and lies."

Axel looks up, tucking his phone away as his eyes land on the electric blue liquid.

He picks up the bottle, examining the label with suspicion.

"This says it contains 'essence of victory,'" he reads, his accent curling around the words with dry amusement. "Very scientific."

"Well, you better drink it then," you say, unwrapping your sandwich. "We need all the victory essence we can get after seeing that Brazilian team's forms. That girl with the red highlights was like a human tornado."

Axel snorts, but uncaps the bottle and takes a cautious sip. His face immediately contorts into an expression of such profound disgust that you nearly choke on your first bite of food.

"Oh my god," you laugh, covering your mouth. "Your face!"

"This," he says with quiet horror, staring at the bottle like it personally offended his ancestors, "tastes like someone melted a blue crayon into window cleaner."

You're laughing so hard now that tears spring to your eyes. "You- You did not have to be so dramatic!” 

You're still laughing when Axel slides the offensive drink toward you with two fingers, as if minimizing contact might somehow protect him from further assault on his taste buds.

"You try it," he challenges, one eyebrow raised. "Since you find my suffering so amusing."

"No way!" you push it back toward him. "I value my taste buds too much."

"Coward," he says, the corner of his mouth twitching upward.

"Strategic," you counter, taking another bite of your sandwich. "Can't win gold if I'm dead from whatever that is."

Axel shakes his head, unwrapping his own lunch with methodical precision. 

"So," he says after a moment, his eyes flicking up to meet yours. "How's your shoulder?" 

He nods toward your right side where you'd taken a hard hit during the bo-staff competetion. You'd won, but not without cost.

"Fine," you say automatically, then amend when his eyebrow lifts skeptically. "Okay, it's a little sore. But nothing serious."

"Let me see," he wipes his hands off on the napkin to his left.

"It's fine, Axel, really," you protest, but he's already moved to sit beside you, the bench creaking slightly under his weight. 

His proximity sends a rush of warmth through you that has nothing to do with your sore shoulder.

"I'll be the judge of that," he says, voice low enough that only you can hear. "Remember Taipei? When you said your ankle was 'just a little sore' and then we found out it was sprained in three places?"

"That was different," you mutter, but you're already shifting to give him better access, dropping your sandwich onto the tray.

His fingers are gentle as they probe your shoulder through your team jacket, finding the tender spot with unerring accuracy. You wince slightly, and his touch immediately lightens.

"Hmm," he hums, the sound vibrating through his chest. "It might be strained. Not serious, but we should put ice on it before the finals."

His hand lingers on your shoulder, thumb brushing back and forth almost absently as he studies your face. 

You're suddenly aware of how close he is, his warm breathe softly hitting your ear. 

"I told you it wasn't bad," you say, but your voice comes out softer than intended.

"You also told me that energy drink would taste like blueberries," he counters, his lips quirking up at one corner. "Forgive me if I question your judgment."

You laugh, shoving him gently with your good arm. "That was the vendor, not me! I was just the messenger of that chemical disaster."

"Chemical disaster," Axel agrees, but he's smiling now, a real smile that transforms his usually serious face into something that makes your heart skip. "An accurate description."

His hand slides from your shoulder down your arm in a casual touch that somehow doesn't feel casual at all.

The spot where his fingers traced your skin tingles with phantom warmth.

"Your poor taste buds," you tease, picking up your sandwich again. "Maybe you should—"

The words die in your throat as a shadow falls across your table. 

You look up, sandwich halfway to your mouth, and time seems to stretch like taffy, pulling thin and slow around you.

Miguel stands there, one hand gripping the strap of his gym bag so tightly his knuckles are white, the other hand shoved deep in the pocket of his white gi.

"Hey," he says, the single syllable hanging in the air between you like a physical thing.

Axel goes perfectly still beside you, his body a solid wall of warmth against your side. 

You feel your mouth go dry, sandwich forgotten in your hands.

Two years of imagined conversations, of what-ifs and should-have-saids, and now Miguel is standing right in front of you looking like he's seen a ghost.

"Hey," you finally manage, your voice steadier than you feel.

Miguel shifts his weight from one foot to the other, dark eyes flickering between you and Axel.

The silence stretches, charged with unspoken words.

"You look..." Miguel starts, then stops, swallows. "Different. Good different. I mean—you look good."

Axel's presence beside you feels suddenly more significant, his shoulder brushing yours as he straightens.

You can practically feel the tension radiating off him.

"Thanks," you say, because what else is there to say? "You too."

Miguel nods, a jerky motion that betrays his nerves.

"I didn't know you were competing," Miguel says, eyes darting between you and Axel. "I mean, I knew you were training somewhere, but Hong Kong? That's... wow."

The silence that follows feels like quicksand, pulling you deeper with every second. 

You can sense Axel's eyes on your profile, observing, calculating, reading the situation with that uncanny perception of his.

"Iron Dragons," you finally say, gesturing vaguely to the logo on your jacket. "It's been... amazing."

Miguel nods again, shifting his weight. His eyes drift to Axel, question written clearly across his features.

"This is Axel," you say, trying to fill the awkward silence. "My co-captain—"

"And boyfriend," Axel interrupts smoothly, his accent thickening slightly as he extends his hand to Miguel. "Axel Kovačević."

Your heart stutters in your chest, but you manage to keep your expression neutral despite the shock rippling through you. 

Boyfriend? What the hell is he doing?

Miguel's eyes widen almost imperceptibly before he takes Axel's outstretched hand.

You watch their knuckles whiten as they shake, neither willing to be the first to let go.

"Miguel Diaz," he responds, his gaze flicking between you and Axel. "We, uh, we used to train together. Back in California."

"Yes," Axel says, his voice warm but his eyes cool as winter. "I've heard all about The Valley."

He drapes his arm casually across the back of your chair, not quite touching you but definitely marking territory. 

The gesture is so unlike him that you almost laugh—Axel, who normally maintains a careful distance in public, suddenly transformed into this possessive figure.

You shoot him a quick glance, trying to communicate a silent "what the hell?" with your eyes, but his attention remains fixed on Miguel, his expression perfectly pleasant and completely unreadable.

"So, boyfriend, huh?" Miguel says, his voice catching slightly on the word. "That's... great. How long have you two been...?"

"Two years," Axel says smoothly, his fingers finding the nape of your neck beneath your hair, tracing small circles that send shivers down your spine. "Almost since the day she arrived in China."

Your jaw nearly drops, but you manage to keep your expression neutral, though your pulse pounds in your ears.

"When you know, you know," Axel continues, his eyes never leaving Miguel's face. There's something almost predatory in his gaze, like a wolf protecting its territory.

"I watched her first practice with the team and thought, 'This one is different.'" His thumb brushes against the sensitive skin behind your ear, and despite your confusion, goosebumps erupt down your arm.

"She broke one of our teammates nose that day," Axel says, his voice taking on a warm, reminiscent quality that sounds so genuine. 

"He tried to intimidate her," Axel continues, his eyes softening as they flick to your face. "You remember? He said something about American fighters being all flash, no substance."

You do remember. The memory floods back with startling clarity—Jian's smirking face, the way the other students had fallen silent, waiting to see how the new girl would respond.

"And she just smiled," Axel says remembering that little half-smirk sitting on your lips that said you knew exactly what you were capable of doing. 

"And I remember thinking," Axel says, his voice dropping to that low, intimate tone that always makes your stomach flutter, "this is someone who understands what it means to fight for respect."

As he speaks, your mind drifts back to that first day with the Iron Dragons. 

The memory is so vivid, the unfamiliar dojo with its high ceilings and walls decorated with ancient weapons, the smell of polish and sweat, the curious stares from two dozen fighters who'd trained together for years. 

You'd felt so alone, so far from home, until that moment when you'd stopped trying to fit in and simply showed them who you were.

The satisfying crunch when your fist connected with Jian's nose. The shocked silence that followed. 

And then Axel, standing apart from the others, those unusual blue-green eyes studying you with quiet approval.

"I knew I had to know her,” he finishes.

You stare at Axel in awe, your face warming up at his words. 

The way he's recounting the memory, it's like he's describing a moment you both shared, something intimate and precious. 

And the thing is, he's not wrong. 

That is exactly how it happened, except for the part where he apparently fell for you on the spot.

At least that’s what you think. 

Miguel stares at Axel, then at you, his expression shifting from surprise to something that looks almost like resignation. 

"That's... wow," Miguel says, running a hand through his hair. "I guess Hong Kong was good for you."

There's a question in his eyes, one that's been there since he walked up to your table, but you can feel it fading now as he watches Axel's hand at the nape of your neck, the easy way you've leaned into his touch without even realizing it.

"It was," you confirm, your voice softer than intended. "It is."

Axel's fingers trace a pattern on your skin that feels like a question of his own. 

You find yourself leaning further into his touch, not even realizing how natural it feels until you catch Miguel tracking the movement.

"Well," Miguel says, shifting his weight again, the vinyl floor squeaking beneath his sneakers. "I should probably get back. Semi-finals start in twenty minutes."

"Good luck," you offer, the words feeling both too much and not enough for everything that hangs unspoken between you.

Miguel nods, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. It doesn't quite reach his eyes, which remain fixed on where Axel's fingers continue their gentle exploration of your nape.

"You too," he says. "Both of you."

He hesitates for a moment longer, as if there's something else he wants to say, something important perched on the tip of his tongue. 

"It's really good to see you," Miguel finally says, his voice dropping to something almost tender. "You look happy."

The statement hangs in the air, simple yet weighted with meaning.

"I am," you say, and as the words leave your mouth, you realize they're true. Not just a convenient answer to push Miguel away, but a genuine truth that settles warmly in your chest. "I really am happy."

You lean back slightly, your body finding the solid warmth of Axel behind you, his presence steady and grounding. 

His arm shifts to accommodate you, wrapping more securely around your shoulders in a gesture that feels both protective and possessive.

Miguel's eyes track the movement, lingering on the point where your body connects with Axel's. 

Something flickers across his face—resignation, maybe, or acceptance—before he nods once, decisively.

"Good," he says softly. "That's—that's good."

His smile turns genuine then, though tinged with something that might be regret. 

"Bye," he says softly. 

"Bye, Miguel," you respond before he finally turns on his heel and walks back to his teammates waiting for him at another table across the room. 

You turn to Axel smirking, not bothering to move away from him even though Miguel is now well out of sight. 

The warmth of his arm across your shoulders feels too comfortable to abandon just yet, like slipping into your favorite sweater on a cold morning.

"Boyfriend, huh?" you spoke, your voice pitched low enough that only he can hear. "That's news to me. When exactly were you planning to let me know about our relationship status?"

Axel has the decency to look slightly abashed, a faint flush creeping up his neck to color his pale cheeks.

The red tint makes his unusual eyes stand out even more, the blue seeming brighter against the green rings around his irises.

"It seemed... efficient," he offers, though his arm remains firmly in place around your shoulders. 

You raise an eyebrow, fighting the smile that threatens to break across your face. "Efficient?"

"Efficient," Axel repeats, but there's a hesitation in his voice you've rarely heard before. 

His fingers absently trace patterns on your shoulder, sending little sparks of warmth through the fabric of your jacket. "I saw how he looked at you."

"And how was that?" you ask, unable to keep the curiosity from your voice.

Axel's eyes darken slightly, the blue-green depths shifting like an ocean before a storm. "Like he was seeing something precious he'd lost. Something he wanted back."

Your breath catches at the intensity in his voice. 

"So you decided to stake your claim?" you ask, trying to sound teasing, but your voice comes out softer than intended.

"No," Axel says, his voice dropping to that low register that always seems to vibrate through you like a physical touch. "I wanted him to understand what he threw away."

His eyes meet yours, direct and unflinching in that way that's uniquely Axel. 

No games, no pretense. Just truth, whether you're ready for it or not.

"The first day you walked into our dojo," he says, his voice so low you have to lean closer to hear him over the cafeteria noise, "with your shoulders back and your chin up like you were daring anyone to challenge you, I knew."

"Knew what?" Your voice comes out barely above a whisper.

"That you were extraordinary." The words fall between you like stones into still water, creating ripples you can feel spreading through your chest. 

His words hang in the air between you, honest and bare in a way that steals your breath. 

The cafeteria noise fades to a distant hum as you search his face, looking for any hint of teasing or insincerity. 

But there's only Axel, waiting for your response with a stillness that betrays his nerves.

"You never said anything," you finally manage, your voice barely audible over the clatter of trays and distant conversations.

Axel's lips quirk up at one corner, not quite a smile but something softer, more vulnerable. 

"What was I supposed to say? 'Welcome to Hong Kong, I think you might be the most fascinating person I've ever met'?"

"That would have been a start," you say, your heart hammering against your ribs like it's trying to break free. "Instead of waiting two years and using Miguel as an excuse to finally say something."

Axel's fingers still against your shoulder, his eyes dropping briefly to study the table between you as if it might hold the right words.

"You were hurting," he says simply. "I could see it in the way you fought. Like you were trying to prove something to someone who wasn't even there."

Your breath catches in your throat. No one has ever read you so accurately before, seen through the layers you carefully constructed around yourself.

"I was waiting for the right moment," he admits, his voice carrying that slight rasp it gets when he's being completely honest. "And then I saw him looking at you, and suddenly I was afraid there wouldn't be a right moment if I waited any longer."

Suddenly you couldn't wait any longer either. The realization crashes through you like a wave breaking against the shore—this feeling has been building for months, maybe longer. 

In all those late-night training sessions when everyone else had gone home, the quiet conversations in broken English and halting Croatian as you both tried to bridge the language gap, the way his eyes always found yours across a crowded room.

"You know what?" you whisper, leaning closer until you can see the individual flecks of green circling his blue irises. "I'm tired of waiting for the right moment too."

Your hand finds the front of his jacket, fingers curling into the fabric as you pull yourself toward him. 

His eyes widen slightly, surprise flickering across his usually composed features before understanding dawns.

Time seems to slow as you close the distance between you. 

The first touch of his lips against yours is hesitant, questioning, a barely-there pressure that sends electricity sparking down your spine.

It's nothing like you imagined kissing Axel would be—and you have imagined it, in moments of weakness during sparring sessions, when his shirt would cling to his torso with sweat, or when he'd demonstrate a move with such fluid grace it made your breath catch.

No, this is softer, more tentative, as if he's afraid you might disappear if he presses too hard.

And then something shifts, like a key turning in a lock. 

His hand slides from your shoulder to cup the back of your neck, fingers threading through your hair as he pulls you closer. 

The kiss deepens, transforms from a question into an answer, and suddenly you're drowning in sensation.

He tastes like mint and the faintest hint of that terrible blue energy drink, and somehow the combination is intoxicating. 

The cafeteria noise fades completely, replaced by the thundering of your heart.

His arms wrap around you, strong and secure, and you melt into him like you've found your way home after a long journey. 

The kiss deepens, and you're vaguely aware that you're in a public space, that your teammates could walk in at any moment, but you can't bring yourself to care.

When you finally pull away, breathless and dizzy, the noise slowly comes back into focus around you. 

Axel's eyes are darker now, the blue almost completely overtaken by dilated pupils, and there's a vulnerability in his expression that you've never seen before.

"I've wanted to do that since you broke Jian's nose," he confesses, his voice rough around the edges.

You laugh, the sound bubbling up from somewhere deep inside you, genuine and free in a way you haven't felt in years. "That's a weird turn-on, Kovačević."

"Only for you," he murmurs, his thumb tracing the curve of your cheek with a gentleness that makes your heart ache. "Only ever for you."

The words settle into your bones like they've always belonged there, like they've been waiting for you to hear them.

You lean your forehead against his, closing your eyes to savor the moment.

"So," you whisper, not pulling away, "that boyfriend thing wasn't just for Miguel's benefit?"

You feel rather than see his smile, the slight shift in his muscles.

"Not just for him," Axel whispers back, his breath warm against your lips. 

"Though his face when I said it—" He pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, a rare mischievous glint in his own. "Worth it."

You laugh, shoving his shoulder lightly. "You're terrible."

"And yet," he says, capturing your hand and bringing it to his lips, "you kissed me anyway."

A pleasant warmth spreads through your chest at the gesture, so unexpectedly gentle from someone who can break boards with his bare hands. 

"Maybe I was just curious," you tease, even as your fingers intertwine with his.

His fingers tighten around yours, a silent reassurance that this moment is real. 

"Just curious?" he echoes, his voice pitched low enough that the words feel like they're traveling directly from his lips to your skin. "Should I be offended?"

You laugh, the sound light and free in a way you haven't felt in years. "Maybe. Or maybe you should convince me it was worth the wait."

The corner of his mouth lifts in that half-smile that's become so familiar over the past two years. 

The one that used to drive you crazy with its quiet arrogance but now sends warmth pooling in your stomach.

"A challenge?" Axel raises one eyebrow, his thumb tracing the delicate bones of your wrist. "You know I never back down from those."

"I'm counting on it," you murmur, surprised by your own boldness.

"Maybe I'm just curious too," Axel counters. "Curious about how long I can keep kissing you before Sensei Wolf sends a search party."

Axel doesn't release your hand, instead pulling you closer until your knees bump under the table. 

The contact sends a fresh wave of warmth through you.

"We have fifteen minutes," he says, his voice low enough that only you can hear. His eyes search yours, suddenly serious. "But before we go back, I need to know..."

He pauses, and you're struck by how unusual it is to see Axel hesitate. 

He's always so certain, so measured in everything he does.

Axel's thumb traces an invisible pattern on your palm as his eyes study your face with an intensity that makes your heart race.

"I need to know," he continues, voice pitched so low you have to lean closer to hear him over the cafeteria noise, "if this is real for you. If it's not just about showing Miguel what he lost."

Axel Kovačević, the most confident fighter in the Iron Dragons, the man who once took down three opponents in under two minutes without breaking a sweat, is looking at you like you hold his heart in your hands.

"Axel," you say softly, squeezing his fingers between yours. "Miguel has nothing to do with this. With us."

You take a deep breath, your eyes never leaving his. 

The room bustles around you, but in this moment, it might as well be just the two of you in the entire world.

"When I left California, I was running away from something," you admit, your voice steady despite the vulnerability of the confession. "From Miguel, from what happened, from feeling like I wasn't enough."

Axel's expression softens, his thumb tracing gentle circles on your palm that somehow ground you, giving you the courage to continue.

"But somewhere between my first day at the dojo and you helping me hang string lights in my apartment because I was too short to reach the ceiling," you say, a small smile tugging at your lips.

"I stopped running away and started running toward something." Your voice softens as you hold his gaze. "Toward you."

The confession hangs in the air between you, honest and raw. 

Axel's fingers tighten around yours, his usually stoic expression shifting into something open and soft that makes your heart ache.

"It's always been you," you whisper. "Not Miguel, not anyone else. You."

You slide your free hand up to cup his face, feeling his soft skin against your palm. 

Axel's eyes darken at your confession, the blue nearly disappearing as his pupils dilate. 

"You have no idea," he murmurs, his accent thickening with emotion, "how long I've waited to hear you say that."

His hand comes up to cover yours where it rests against his cheek, turning slightly to press his lips against your palm. 

The gesture is so tender, so unlike the fierce competitor you've trained beside, that melts your heart.

There’s an announcement over the PA system about the semi-finals starting soon, but it all fades to white noise as Axel slowly leans forward.

"We should go," he whispers, his breath warm against your lips. "The finals..."

But neither of you moves, caught in the gravity of this moment two years in the making.

"They can wait another minute," you murmur, your fingers sliding up to trace the sharp line of his jaw.

The corner of his mouth quirks up in that half-smile that never fails to make your stomach flip. "Just one?"

"Maybe two," you concede, your own lips curving to match his.

His smile widens at your words, and there's something almost reverent in the way his eyes trace your face, like he's memorizing every detail. 

His hand slides to the nape of your neck, fingers threading through your hair with a gentleness that contrasts sharply with his strength in the ring.

"Two minutes," he agrees, his voice a low rumble that resonates through your chest. "But I should warn you—"

"What?" you whisper, already leaning in, drawn to him like gravity.

"Two minutes won't be enough," he murmurs, the words ghosting across your lips. "Not even close."

And then he's kissing you again, and this time there's nothing hesitant about it. 

His lips move against yours with purpose, with certainty, with two years of unspoken longing finally given voice. 

─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ─

Masterlist

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(a/n: here's a long one to make up for not writing these last few days, I just got a few more requests that are gonna be so fun to write, I can't wait for y'all to read them!! Don't forget to like, comment, reblog, love y'all! ps. also no hate to sam, that's my girl. don't pmo.)

[desertteagles]

╰───► like it’s our last - e. williams

drabble.

Pairing - bbf!ellie x fem! reader

Synopsis- your brothers back from college and he brings his best friend since childhood back with him. you’ve realized you have a crush on her and sworn you wouldn’t act on it, fearing your brothers disapproval. ellie also has been harboring feelings for you but promised to not make a move per your brothers request.. especially since ellie’s kind of a player.

warnings- no smut this time </3 but little angst ig…, uhhhh idk i think that’s it.. was gonna make this a oneshot (that’s why the punctuation is sorta kinda good) but i decided NAWT to so here !

a/n well um… hi guys ! i’ve been gone for a year my bad chat 😞

U nfortunately, today was the fucking day. Now, usually, you’re happy whenever your brother decides to visit home, but this time he’s bringing an unwanted (very wanted) guest that you’ve been kind of avoiding, in order to not run your big ass mouth.

Ellie was annoying as fuck. That didn’t stop you from developing a crush on her, though, and you hated yourself for it. It was just... she’s so pretty with her stupid green eyes and veiny hands, and her pretty hair that’s always in that fuckass bun, and her... “Wait, what the fuck. Stop thinking about her, oh my god,” you groaned, putting your face in your hands. Unsurprisingly, you could never seem to keep her from getting stuck in your mind. It was a never-ending cycle of “I don’t even like her; she just has a nice face,” to “Why the fuck am I lying? I want her so bad,” battling it out in your head ever since you realized there might be something more than just annoyance toward her because she was your brother's best friend. Which also opens a whole new can of worms that you really don’t have the mental capacity to deal with.

You see, your brother is very, very, very overprotective. It was so bad that you couldn’t even bring up liking celebrities around him, which was absurd, so you had to tell him to back off (he never really did). Ellie, being the player that she is, definitely tried to get your brother's blessing to pursue you back in high school, but he naturally shot her down with a vicious and explicitly detailed description of how he’d kill her and hide the body if she ever tried anything with you, which effectively scared her from even looking at you for a while. Obviously, that didn’t last long because she became this annoying nuisance of a human being, and it ground your gears until she finally left for college with your brother, giving you a much-needed break.

the break didn’t last long because for some odd reason you thought it was the greatest fucking idea to stalk her social media. Granted, you did it out of hate (it wasn’t hate) so it’s really not your fault that seeing her posts made you start looking at her in a different light. But now she was back. And this time, you have this added knowledge that she’s hot as fuck and you don’t really think you will be able to function around her.

You paced around your room, hands in your hair, agonizing over what the fuck to wear ever since you learned Ellie was visiting with your brother today. It was like some kind of cosmic joke — the universe giving you just enough time to forget how much you liked her before slamming her right back into your life.

You could hear the muffled sound of your brother’s laugh from downstairs. Your stomach twisted, nerves kicking in. You peeked out of your bedroom window and, sure enough, there was Ellie, leaning against the car, hands shoved in her pockets, that fuckass bun sitting low on her head. She was talking to your brother, but you barely registered him — all you could focus on was her smirk, the way her eyes squinted when she laughed, how the light from the sun caught on her freckles. Now that made you make a face, “ew why the fuck am i thinking like a poet.”

“Gotdammit,” you muttered to yourself. “Get it the fuck together.”

Your heart was racing, but you couldn't tell if it was from excitement or dread. Maybe both…. definitely both.

A sharp knock on your door yanked you out of your thoughts, and before you could even answer, your brother barged in. “Hey, Ellie’s here,” he said, grinning like an idiot. “Come down and say hi, don’t be weird.”

You raised an eyebrow. “I’m not the weird one, you are. and plus i have to finish getting ready! i’ll be down in a second, get out!”

He rolled his eyes. “Just be normal for like five minutes, when you come down okay? I know you guys have this weird rivalry or whatever the fuck but its been like a year so please.”

“fine, but if she starts her shit don’t say anything.” you mumbled, closing the door behind him and leaning against it. “fuck me.” you sighed and turned to finish getting ready.

—

As soon as you hit the bottom step, Ellie’s eyes locked on yours. That familiar spark of mischief shined in her gaze. She tilted her head slightly, grinning in that infuriatingly, cocky way that always made your knees a littttle weak.

“Hey,” she said, her voice soft but teasing, as if she already knew the effect she had on you. Which she couldn’t know… right? Right.

You swallowed hard, trying to act unfazed. “Ellie.”

Her grin widened, and for a split second, you could’ve sworn she looked you up and down. Almost like she was checking you out. weird. “Long time no see,” she said, stepping forward and pulling you into a quick, unexpected hug.

Your brain short-circuited for a moment, and when she let go, you were left standing there, blinking like an idiot, your skin buzzing from where her hands had briefly touched your back.

“It’s barely been a year. but yeah, long time,” you managed, trying desperately to sound casual but instead sounding like a dying cat.

—

The next couple of hours were spent catching up and you watching ellie and your brother play Call of duty.. or was it fortnite? you can’t really remember. all you can seem to focus on is how ellie’s hands look around the controller and how good they’d look around your ne- “hey. are you.. okay?” you jumped a little at being pulled from your thoughts by ellie and slowly realized how long you were staring at her hands. “oh um yea.. totally,” you chuckled nervously and turned your attention back to the TV trying to ignore Ellie's burning gaze on the side of your face. Like usual, your brother was oblivious to anything but that damn game, trash talking like crazy, while you kept sneaking looks at Ellie after that embarrassing ass moment. She didn’t seem to mind though; in fact, she seemed to enjoy catching you staring. Every time you glanced her way, she was already looking, a knowing smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

At one point, you found yourself in the kitchen, you were hungry as fuck and being a third wheel didn’t exactly curb your hunger. Unfortunately, Ellie walked in not too long after you, her presence immediately making the room feel smaller.

“So,” she said, dragging the o and leaning against the counter with that same smirk. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

You froze, almost crushing a chip that was making its way into your mouth in your hand. “What!? No, I haven’t. You're actually delusional, I don't know.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Rightttt. I'm totally delusional.”

You turned to look at her, grabbing another chip out of the bag to eat before pausing and saying, “Okay, maybe I have. But it’s not purposefully !”

Ellie took a step closer, and you had to force yourself to keep breathing. “Oh really?”

“Yes really! I have literally no reason to avoid you. Don’t be dumb. i’ve just been busy with getting my esthetician license.. ” You bit your lip, trying and failing to seem calm. God, this was the exact situation you were trying to avoid. You wanted to tell her off, make her stop questioning you, but honestly… you kinda missed her (you’d never admit this out loud) and it was nice talking to her. Not to mention looking at her lips while she talked was one of your favorite pastimes.

Ellie took another step forward, so close now that you could smell her — that familiar mix of leather and something earthy. It was distracting as hell, and you loved hated it. You took a deep breath, trying to calm the pounding in your chest.

“Busy with your esthetician license, huh?” Ellie’s voice was low, almost mocking, as if she knew how much of a lie that sounded like, even if it was mostly true. “that’s hilarious because you seemed to have plenty of time to stare at my hands earlier.”

Your face burned instantly. “I wasn’t staring,” you blurted, probably a little too fast.

Ellie’s smirk widened, her eyes flicking down to your hands fidgeting with the chip bag. “Sure you weren’t.” She was enjoying this way too much, but instead of leaving you to drown in embarrassment, she stepped even closer, her gaze suddenly more intense, less mocking. “You know, I don’t typically care if you stare.”

Your brain completely short-circuited. Was she for real? You swallowed hard, your heart hammering in your chest as you decided it’s now or never and maybe it’s time to give her a taste of her own medicine.

You leaned in, your eyes locked on hers, and for a moment, the playful tension between you both shifted into something else — something heavier. “is that right?” you whispered, your voice barely above a murmur as you tucked a loose strand behind her ear with a smirk.

Ellie’s breath hitched and you saw a blush spread across her face like crazy. She was not expecting you to reciprocate her teasing. In fact, she thought you would get too flustered to even think. You giggled at her stunned face, body still alight with nerves and your mind screaming did i really just do that??? The room felt impossibly small, and you couldn’t focus on anything but how close she was. You could feel the heat radiating off her skin, the way her gaze flickered down to your lips for just a second before snapping back to your eyes.

“I—” you started, but before you could even finish, your brother’s voice cut through the tension like a knife, causing you to jump back from Ellie in surprise.

“Ellie, you better be keeping your hands to yourself…” he called from the living room, his tone half-joking but you could tell he wasn’t.

Ellie groaned in annoyance at the interruption. She raised her hand as if to hold yours but faltered at your confused expression, and dropped it with a sigh “Yeah, yeah,” she muttered, her voice quieter now, as she turned toward the living room. “Jesus Christ.”

[drunkenkissesatdusk]

Can you write a Damian fic when the reader gets close to one of his brothers preferably Jason?

NUMBER ONE

pairings — damian wayne — al ghul x reader

warnings — not much maybe a little cursing

summary — Damian didn’t like how close you were with Jason, and he had no problem making Jason know how he felt about that.

notes — this isn’t the best so i probably messed up the request so im sorry about that 😞

━━━━━━━ DAMIAN KNEW THERE WASNT anything serious between you and Jason. he had no problem admitting that you guys were friends and liked to hang out. he wasn’t particularly keen on befriending his older brother, but could manage his presence for you.

it had started when Jason picked you up from school, Damian had cashed out on a favor from the older guy because Bruce needed him somewhere when your classes ended.

of course, that wouldn’t be the only time Jason had to pick you up for Damian. Jason honestly had no problem picking you up, since it put him on better terms with the younger boy.

after all, Jason was far too old for you, and since you were with Damian, Jason had no problem befriending you and enjoying time together as friends. if anything, you saw him as more of a fun uncle than your boyfriends brother.

but, you still reminded yourself that that was your boyfriends brother, not your “fun uncle”, and you were fine with setting reasonable boundaries.

“you okay, Damian?” you walked over to where he had been laying in his bed. he had a sour look spread across his face as he stared into his ceiling like it was never ending.

“do you like Jason more than me?” Damian asked suddenly, his eyes remaining glued on his ceiling. you grinned, he couldn’t see you, and grabbed one of his hands that sat on his chest, holding it in your own.

“no, of course not. he’s like a weird uncle, and he isn’t my boyfriend, is he?” you poked at his softly with your other hand, kissing the expanse of his hand softly. he finally looked away from the ceiling, meeting your gaze.

“no, he isn’t.” Damian sighed, sitting up.

“either way, i have boundaries set with him. do you want me to spend less time him?”

“no, no.” Damian sighed, leaning against you. you smiled again, kissing the crown of his head.

on occasion, other than the times that Jason picked you up and dropped you off, you would spend time playing video games or just simply hanging out with him.

you understood that Damian did not like Jason whatsoever, so the only times you hung out with the older guy one on one was whenever you were waiting for Damian.

“were you jealous?” you asked, a small grin formulating on your face. Damian brought his head back up and softly glared, shaking his head. “you totally were.” you laughed. he lightly pushed your shoulder, smiling now.

“i wasn’t jealous of Todd.” Damian pretended to be upset, but you knew it was all a lie.

you dropped it after that, spending the rest of your time with your boyfriend.

the next day, while getting ready for school, Damian sent you a message. won’t be able to pick you up today, Todd will. you replied with a short yet sweet message before finishing getting ready and going to school.

the day passed by in a breeze, nothing interesting had happened (you expected it, your school had always been boring), and you just missed your boyfriend.

walking out of the building, you easily found Jason’s car, opening the passenger side and sitting down.

“what’s up, kid?” Jason held his fist out for a fist bump, you tapped your fist against his, grinning tiredly.

“just tired. how longs Damian gonna be gone?” you asked, attempting to keep the conversation civil and short — you hardly had enough social energy left.

“not too long. just gonna sleep when we get back?” Jason pulled away from the school and drove faster than most others would, but drove safely regardless.

Damian would have his head if Jason put you in any danger.

“yeah, probably.” you confirmed, letting out a yawn.

the rest of the drive, the two of you had fun. Jason was able to make you laugh until your stomach hurt and you were crying.

either way, you were still exhausted when Jason parked outside the house. greeting Alfred and waving at anyone else, you were able to find Damian’s room and fall asleep instantaneously.

masterlist — reminder that asks / requests are open!!

[mlyscha]

hello! I wanted to request a riki fic inspired by the song from the start by laufey! like in a high school au. I'm so sorry if my explanation is off I'm not good at that stuff 😞 I LOVE YOUR WRITING!!

𝒰𝗇𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖾𝖽!

( ENHYPEN ── 𝒻𝗼𝗿. 𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐎 ) ౨ৎ ℐ𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 . . . you loved riki from the start, suffering the consequences of it. 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾 : angst. 𝓌𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌! unrequited love, reader and riki's family is vaguely implied to be wealthy, heeseung is reader's older brother & interpretative ending. ( 𝗐𝖼. 38OO ) 𝓮𝘅𝘁𝗿𝗮' … 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽, 𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋-𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾 ༘ . 𝒻! 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋.

( 愛 ) 𝒻𝗿𝗼𝗺. @starizzm ⸝⸝

𝒶-𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲. OMG I LOVED WRITING THIS REQUEST!! as i was listening to from the start by laufey, lots of ideas just began to pop in my head lolz i hope you enjoy reading this and thank you for your compliment >< you're always so sweet! <3

𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍! ♡ 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾&𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀&𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍.

TODAY FELT LIKE ANOTHER TRIVIAL day at school. you haven't done much besides thinking about your crush: nishimura riki. he is your brother's classmate and you have known him since you were a little girl.

so little that, even though you two have never talked for more than a half an hour alone, you fell in love. you remember sneaking into your neighbour's garden and stealing fresh flowers to gift him or how often you asked you mother to make sugar biscuits; so you could give it to him and hopefully make your brother's best friend fall in love with you. and you remember how often you dreamed of confessing as if you two were ditto.

you were written something down on your notebook when you heard someone entering the classroom, quickly occupying the seat in front of you. everything happened so suddenly that you couldn't even process how close that person was from you.

and then, that deep voice of your crush echoed, fitting itself in the room like a glove. "what are you doing, flower?" the way that pet name came out of his mouth made your heart pound. you looked up and replied: "i am just doodling and writing... i am kind of bored..." you say, but then at the same second you frown.

"what happened to you? are you sick?" you watched riki frowning this time. "what do you mean, silly?" he chuckled, holding your hand. "i am just talking to you," you hum in understatement, gulping down tightly as you felt his thumb rub the back of your hand.

"what are you doing?" you asked, making him chuckle again. "i am sensing you are not a fan of affection..." riki says, and as soon as you realised he was about to leave your hand, you grabbed his and held it. "oh...? so you do like affection, flower..." you look down, embarrassed by his teasings.

thinking all of that situation was weird, you question him: "what do you want? i am not writing your essay again, neither do your history homework! you're a grade above me anyway..." you disengaged and he scoffed. "it's a pity how little you think of me, beautiful..."

"why are you calling me that...?" "you are curious little one aren't you?" he smirks, looking down at you and cupping your cheeks after standing up from the chair, standing in front of you. "y/n, you want to know a little secret?" riki asks you in a alluring voice, making you nod as you focus on him. he smiles before leaning his head closer to your face. "you have to keep this secret, okay?" you nodded again, hypnotised. "good," he pauses. "i am in love with yo..."

THE SOUND OF YOUR ALARM has you falling from bed, whining as you hit your face on the ground. "ouch!" you groan. "you fell from your bed again, y/n?!" your brother's voice reached your room from the bathroom. "what do you think?!" you yell back, standing on your feet with a grumpy face. "by your face i would assume: yes." he says, walking in your room.

"go shower and get yourself ready, you stink," when he was just about to walk out of your room, he adds: "and, i almost forgot that riki is picking us up, make sure to get ready in a blink of an eye!" finally, he leaves the room and lets you have some space to process what he has said.

hearing that name you recapped the dream you have just waken up from. you were used to dreaming about him confessing to you. however, you weren't sure why your dreams always finished before he could say: "you"── odd, but nothing to be worried about.

after a big stretch you began your day by taking a quick shower and dress up; following the next step which is make up. after finishing all steps, you sprayed some perfume and went downstairs to have breakfast with your family.

"hello, sweetheart! how was your sleep?" you mum asks you, placing a small peck on your cheek. "uh, great, and yours?" "could've be great if your father and i didn't have to plan our next business trip," you mother sigh. "i wish i could spend more time with you and your brother..." "stop being dramatic!" your father jokingly says, making your mum gasp but laugh.

"oh, i made your favourite biscuits, y/n!" "really?!" your eyes widened a bit, excited about giving them to riki. "of course! make sure to share with your friends, okay?" you hummed making your mum smile.

A SHORT TIME AFTER BREAKFAST riki arrived at your house just in time── his private driver driving the three of you. you were sat on the right while heeseung sat between you and riki. you were holding the small tupperware your mum put the biscuits with a tight grip, holding yourself to hand it to riki 'till lunch time.

the drive was calm, yet, awkward── like usual ──since you kept yourself quiet while your brother and his friend kept talking.

the exact moment three of you entered school, a group of girls stopped to greet riki and your brother── since both of them are pretty popular among the girls. and you? you stood there awkwardly existing, admiring how communicative your crush were; even though he has this nonchalant personality.

your chest hurt: realising he has never smiled to you as pretty as he just smiled to a girl walking beside him. her name is yoonchae, and she is the prettiest girl you have ever seen in your life. you looked away once riki turned to glance at the sight burning his skin through his white uniform shirt.

once you reached your classroom, like the usual, your brother stopped in front of the door, watching you wave at him── secretly hoping riki would do the same like the old times when kids: but he has never done since he turn into a grown up.

heeseung sensing your disappointment, he nudged the japanese boy with his elbow, discreetly nodding his head at your seated figure. you quickly turned your head away from the sight of them, embarrassed.

however, you heard the familiar deep voice call your name: "hey, y/n," you looked over at him. "have a great class today!" he said, giving you a closed smile, lacking enthusiasm. you shyly smiled and nodded your head, thanking him while trying to hold in the pain of being shoot with a cupid's arrow.

your brother glanced at you and smiled and that smile of his always makes you feel that he knew how much you liked his best friend (deep inside). and even though it is indeed something easy to see, you thought you kept things discreet and simple── until you turned seven and realised how obvious you were mostly of the time.

"hi, pookie!" your best friend poked you. "what ya' thinking about?" she asked, sitting on her desk by your side. "nothing much, mei..." you reply, pursing your lips. she hums.

"is it riki again? who got you upset? what did he do?!" mei squinted her eyes, ready to fight the black haired boy. "he has done nothing," you let out a nasal chuckle. "like usual..." you roll your eyes, sighing.

your friend pouted, worried about you once she realised how down you looked. "y/n, if you keep liking him i will-" "what if i tattoo his name on my forehead?" you glance over mei, who leans her head back and turns back to you in shock.

"what?! are you serious? i mean, you can tattoo his name, but not on your forehead!" "mhm... what if i boil write his name on a paper and boil it in water?" you suggest excitedly. "oh my god, y/n, think on something else!" "something else? like... hypnosis?" "no!" she kisses her teeth. " what if you just confessed to him?!"

your shoulders tensed up and your face dropped. you sighed, pondering. "i think i am not rea-" "don't tell me you're not ready── liking him for more than a decade! you can't be serious right now!" mei argues.

"i know, mei, i am just..." you look down to your lap, fidgeting with your fingers. "scared," "but-" "can we talk about this later?" you look at your friend with pleading eyes and she purses her lips, feeling empathy. "sure, i just don't want to see you hurt, okay?" she smiles, covering your hands with hers.

YOU AND MEI WERE JUST about to walk out of the class to grab lunch, when your brother walked in with riki and yoonchae── that girl from earlier. "let's have lunch together?" "ye-yeah, i was just about to look for you guys," you reply. "you didn't even have to come up here anyway." heeseung chuckles. "just making sure you eat, alright? let's go."

you noticed how close riki and that girl looked, smiling at each other like sneaky lovers just hiding secrets.

your brother's arm was placed across your shoulders, snuggling you closer to his chest, somehow trying to turn your face away from the sight of them. meanwhile, mei kept walking by your side, chatting with you and your brother enthusiastically. however, the only thing you could think about and notice yoonchae and your crush walking side by side a few steps behind.

"can i eat those biscuits too?" your brother's voice echoed. you glanced down to the small biscuits tupperware you were holding. "what do you think?" you sarcastically ask him. humming, he replies: "i think because i am your brother i can have all of them," heeseung steals it from you, holding it high from your reach.

you scoff, mocking his childish action, completely ignoring his teases. "give it back," you display your palm, waiting for him to hand it back to you── in which he did, frowning as mei and him traded confused eye sights, thinking that your behaviour was curious.

WHILE SITTING ON THE CAFETERIA'S bench, heeseung and your friend couldn't stop looking at each other while watching your quiet behaviour, since you were always more comfortable to be yourself/talkative when your best friend was there.

heeseung gestures to your friend, signalising he wanted to talk to her. "guys, i'll buy something sweet, alright? i'll be right back," heeseung said── the three of you nodding. standing up from the bench, he glances at your friend.

"oh, really? i'll go with you then, i am craving something sweet!" mei felt you holding her hand, asking her to not leave. "it's going to be fast," "i am going with you," "no, finish your lunch, otherwise you'll fell sick." and then she follows your brother to a corner, doing her best to ignore your pleading eyes.

"gosh, this conversation better be quick── otherwise i think i might die," mei says, looking at you sitting there while hugging yourself. "okay, do you know anything? i mean, did y/n tell you something?"

"ugh, i hate this because-" she glances at heeseung with a scrunched nose, pondering if she should tell him. "heeseung, you have to promise me you won't tell y/n i told you this, but..." mei sighs before revealing: "y/n likes- no, i mean, she loves riki. a lot." she explains. "and i think this has something to do with him being close to yoonchae,"

"i knew it!" he whispers-yells and mei's eyes widens. "i were almost sure you knew, but i didn't know you were that enthusiastic about it," she says. "anyway, what should we do to help her then?" "you got my number right?" he asks and she cocks a brow, nodding. "good, we can discuss about it later-"

"discuss what?" "AHHHH!" "OH MY GOD, Y/N!" "you scared us!" "were you guys talking about me?" "WHAT?!" heeseung and mei looked at each other like accomplices, nervously pondering what do say. "look, y/n-"

"don't tell me..." you gasped. "you two were making out?!" both of them became silent, processing. "i kne-!" "you knew nothing because there is nothing going on! let's go back, y/n!" mei began to walk you back to the table, looking angrily back at heeseung while he discreetly laughed.

THE BELL RANG, MAKING EVERYONE feel relieved and happy that another busy day at school finished. you sighed as you began to pack your belongings.

"are you good to go?" your best friend asked, patiently waiting for you to leave class with her. you nodded, standing up from your chair and hanging your backpack on your shoulder. "ugh, i can't wait to go home!" mei groans, grasping onto your arm as both of you walk out of class. "do you want a ri-"

"y/n!" your brother's voice echoed through the halls and you couldn't help but roll your eyes with annoyance, looking back where the voice came from. "where are you going not waiting for me?"

"what do you mean? we are going to the same house, i don't need to wait for you like a little girl." you glance over at the japanese boy standing beside heeseung, focus on his phone── texting someone.

heeseung, meanwhile, just chuckled at your attitude. "stop acting like this, bubs," he messes up with your hair. "let's go, shall we?" he nudges riki with his shoulder and you frown your brows a little bit.

THE RIDE BACK HOME WAS quiet, just like earlier. riki and heeseung kept talking and like the usual you kept quiet, holding onto your biscuit's tupperware── untouched.

once the car parked in front of your house, you and heeseung exited the car, thanking riki. the japanese boy smiled, saying it was nothing and wishing a good night.

walking in your house, the smell of fresh savoury food reached you from the entrance. "honey! the kids arrived!" your mum's sweet voice came from the kitchen, calling your father. "hello, my babies," your mother greeted both of you, picking up the thrown backpacks and putting it away in a basket. "alright, both of you go shower so we can have dinner, okay?"

GOING DOWNSTAIRS FOLLOWING THE DELICIOUS smell trail, you encountered your whole family united at the dinning room, organising the dinner table. "oh, hello, sweetie," your mum's sight laid on you. "take a seat!" she says with a big smile.

"how was class today?" your dad ask both of you. "good," "normal," "how boring! here, i made steak today to help on your guys 'teenager mood'," she jokes and the old man laughs. "teenager mood is a great one!" he says and your mum chuckles. "i know," she pauses as she sits on the table. "help yourselves!"

even though you were considerably hungry, the sight of riki that touchy with another girl bothered you. it's not like you two have something even that special that could make you worry that much, but you── unfortunately ──had big expectations since a kid against your relationship with him. it hurts. it really does.

you weren't expecting to ever have to experience an awkward silence with him as much as you began experiencing. you weren't expecting to be looked at like you were nothing but a burden when it's just the two of you and no one else in the room. you weren't expecting to be nothing either.

"how about you, y/n?" your mother's voice echoed, waking you up from your trance. "oh? yeah, it is..." "you haven't touched your food yet," heeseung wheezed, leading to a dirty look from you. "just the thought of you is delicious!" you explain yourself, making your mum chuckle. "it's okay, honey, just eat."

"oh, i noticed you haven't eaten the biscuits i have baked this morning, sweetie... did it taste bad?" your mum asked apprehensive. you sigh, smiling. "no, mum, i just had a upset stomach..." "oh... okay..."

"is there any interesting girl in your school, son?" your father questions your brother. "that i am liking? no, not at the moment," heeseung shrugs. "has your friend found anyone?"

you choke on your water, coughing uncontrollably. your mother pats your back and asks if you were okay. "excuse me," you say, standing up from your seat and sprinting to the bathroom.

once you locked yourself in the bathroom, you soaked your face with water, trying to process the question you weren't ready to hear the answer── thinking about the possibly right answer leaving your brother's mouth scared you.

you stood there in front of the mirror for a good three minutes, leaving the room with a deep breath, recomposing yourself and finishing dining with empty thoughts.

YOU WERE UPSTAIRS IN YOUR room finishing the book you have read a few times before. feeling a sense of boredom, you made your way to your brother's room, knocking on his door.

"so that's what i tol- oh wait a second, bro, y/n is here," heeseung opened the door while holding his phone up at his ear. "what is it, missy?" putting his phone down, he gently pulls you in to enter, shutting the door as you did so.

"i am kind of bored── just wanted to make a little visit," heeseung frowns. "okay? lay down, i am doing a school project." "i won't bother," you surrender yourself, plopping on his bed.

while laying on heeseung's bed, you started to feel sleepy. something about the soothing voice he was talking to behind the phone and the noise his keyboard was making── everything so relaxing. with that, you took advantage of the environment and decided to take a nap before returning to your room later.

however, you began to hear a suspicious conversation brewing, growing your earbuds as soon as you heard: "you know, yoonchae has texted me earlier saying that," riki paused, the noise of sheets echoing from the phone── like he were moving himself around. "- she wanted to make it official soon," he sighs. "and now, i am not sure what to do..."

"what do you mean? you told me you were in love with her like... yesterday and for the past three months...?" "i know but-" he takes another deep sigh. "i know she is pretty, we have the greatest connection, she is smart as fuck── like: straight up, perfect, but now i don't know how i should make it official, you know? what if i don't reach her expectations?"

"riki, if she likes you, she won't accept anything less than your best, that's all i have to say." you heard your crush whining. "i'll see what i can do then."

"are you planning to ask her when?" "i think," riki paused, humming as he though. "this weekend── i'll probably ask her out on a date and confess; give her a ring and all."

"okay, i got to go now, it's getting late and y/n is sleeping on my bed," you heard riki chuckling. "alright, see you tomorrow." "see you, bro, good luck."

once you heard heeseung standing up from his chair you closed your eyes shut── feeling a few tears streaming down, wetting a already soaked spot on your brother's bed; from all the tears that have streamed down your face the moment you began to hear their conversation.

"y/n? wake up, go back to your-" "i am awake," you opened your eyes, slowly sitting on the edge of his bed. "oh...? were you?" you watched your brother's voice shaky and his throat swallowing dry.

do you recognise the sound of glass shattering? and how about the pain after it hits you? it hurts right? it hurts even more when the glass shattering is your heart and a stupid sharp piece of it stabbing your chest a billion times, leaving you numb── paralysed. not even your tears being felt at this point.

"since-?" "since everything." you stood up from his bed, standing on your toes while sobbing. "you knew, didn't you?" you scoffed in disbelief. "you always knew how much i liked him..." "y/n, you know all i do is to protect yo-"

"SHUT UP!" you snap. "YOU ALWAYS TREAT ME LIKE A FUCKING KID!" you take a few steps back from where you brother stood, disgusted. "that's why riki never perceived me as a woman... IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!" suddenly, you felt big arms hugging you. "it's all your fault..." you sob as you grow weak.

"you don't mean it..." "i mean it," you whisper. "I FUCKING MEAN IT!" you try to push him away from you, but he doesn't let you do that, holding you tighter. "i am sorry, i am so sorry."

the last thing you remember is being held by your brother while crying your eyes off.

YOU WERE SITTING ON THE bench of a nearby park, appreciating the sunset view while trying to forget what has happened. you woke up today feeling blue and with swollen eyes, deciding to call it a day and refusing to go to school.

suddenly you feel a presence by your side: riki. "are you okay? heeseung told me you were going to be here and that i should've pick you up." he asks and you look away. "aren't you going to talk to me?" you kept quiet. "is that so? mhm... look at me then," you feel his thumb brush against the skin of your neck, gently pulling it to look at you.

"did i do something that bothered── bothers you?" you glance at him with teary eyes. "why are you crying?" he runs his thumb against the blush of your cheeks.

"you lied to me..." you say with a weak voice, muffled like. "you lied to me saying that you would like me someday..." you watch him frown. "what do you mean, y/n?" "you told me you would like me the day i confessed to you." "oh? that? you were six and i was eight, what did you expect? i thought you were joking," he chuckles.

"but i wasn't kidding── at all," you sniffled. "yesterday you and heeseung broke my heart..." you confess. "i should've known better," you chuckle, feeling pathetic. "the way you look at me stabs me like the sharpest knife." "what do you...?" "like a reminder you don't feel the same."

a few seconds into an awkward silence you confess: "i loved you from the start, riki," "y/n, i-" "since day one; my whole life, riki! i can't stop thinking about you since we were kids!"

YOU SLOWLY WOKE UP FROM your dream yelling something you couldn't recover. you look around your room but immediately lay your head down on your pillow, staring to the blue while thinking about the dream you just had── different from many others where riki always tried to tell you a secret.

therefore, this time, since this time he hasn't mentioned anything about this secret, you thought for a little bit and realised you might have already found out── that he likes yoonchae. so that 'yo' was never supposed to sound close to 'you'... wow, how depressing.

© 𝓪𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝓮, 𝗺𝗹𝘆𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗮 𝗌𝓽𝓾𝖽𝗂𝗈𝓼. ⋆ 24.

[ruby-winchester24]

Craig Tucker headcanons!

{sfw+nsfw} {fem reader}

when you first met Craig your freshman year of high school you were put off by his “i don’t give a fuck” demeanor

but after getting to know him, you found out he was just a sweet kid with many walls

when you first started dating it came as a surprise to the school, that Craig wasn’t fully gay

Tweek was hurt at first to see his past lover move on but he decided to move on also

he is extremely territorial of you, he hates when other men try to talk to you

during football games he can’t stop staring at you on the sidelines in your cheerleading uniform

for homecoming week you wore his jersey for there homecoming game and he was smitten

pda is sometimes okay, he likes to hold your hand out waist when you walk

he is a secret admirer, even when you are dating he will sit there and admire your beauty

writes love notes to you for every month anniversary

since stripe passed away you guys got a new guinea pig and named him spot

his love language is physical touch, he loves holding you close

is super big on cuddles, every time you hang out there is a cuddle sesh

says i love you in the first month because he is smitten with you

plays with your hair

the first time you ever saw him cry is when you had your first fight,

it scared you at first because you have never seen him so vulnerable 

“the reason why i am upset is because they don’t have good intentions, they want to use you!”

“your the only person i love, i would give you the whole world if i could”

comforting him was a little bit of a struggle because you didn’t know how

when you cry it’s the same for him

he doesn’t know how to respond to your emotions

ok Fridays you and Craig’s gang hang out at Tolkien’s house because he rich, and they have a pool

you and Jimmy are besties 👯

he loves when he lays on your chest so you run your hands through his hair

is actually a very extroverted person when you get to know him better

6’3, fucker is tall

when he kisses you he holds your head with both of his hands on each side of your head

always updates you on what’s happening when your not in class together

“dude Cartman just swung at Kyle”

“ wtf why💀”

“because remember how we have a presentation about WWII?”

“yeah..?”

“well Cartmans presentation was about hitler being right about jews and shit like that and obvi pissed kyle off and he just swung out of nowhere and it was great”

“damn i wish i had history with you guys😭”

late night drives are very common for you, it’s when you can be alone and talk about anything

always kisses your neck or forehead

when you are stressed he will rub your back until you fall asleep

he loves movies and makes you watch them with him

is you do any activities, he is always there with a smile on your face watching your every move

for valentine’s day he gets you a huge bouquet of your favorite flowers and a poem he wrote for you

he sells vapes for easy money

gives you free ones if you want any

his family really likes you

his mom always tells you stories of when he was young, and you guys always gossip🤭

his dad thinks your a good match for his son

Tricia really likes you and asks to hang out with you guys all the time

Craig usually says no😞

your name for him in his phone is “Mrs Tucker🫶🏼”

will always listen to what you have to say he is more of a listener then anything

when he gives you a sweater of his or a stuffed animal, he sprays his cologne on it

he loves when you wear his hat he thinks it looks so cute on you

always tells you how beautiful you look, it is an everyday occurrence

he sees you being together for a long time in the future but he doesn’t want to say anything to jinx it

he really likes eye contact, it feels so sensual to him

tells you all about his hyper fixations, aka all the space facts he knows

always asks if you ate today

is extremely good at reading people and knows exactly when your upset

“hun what is wrong?”

“nothing is”

“yes, something made you upset your shoulders got tense”

“you know me too well”

his parents are pretty layed back so they let you have sleepovers

once his dad flipped you off and it scared the shit out of you because you thought you did something wrong

almost all the photos you have together, Craig’s flipping off the camera🤦🏽‍♀️

he really likes to lift it helps relieve stress

he has a photo of you in his car, locker, phone case and room

you made a scrapbook of all the things you have done together, it contains dried flowers, the love notes he gives you, pictures of you guys and special dates

he def listens to R&B

always play fights with you, he usually body slams you on the bed

when you facetime him he always puts spot on the phone so he can say hi to his mom

you babysit Tricia whenever his parents are away and Craig is busy

she loves you though so it’s always a win win

if you ever ask Craig to be in a Tiktok with you it always takes you begging him for 19 straight minutes

when he snaps you it’s always a photo of him doing this face 😐

he loves the simple things in life like taking a walk or a picnic with you

calls you Mrs Tucker in front of his friends

if anyone tries to flirt with you he will go psycho

he will rip that guy a new one and swing, and yes it’s happened before

he hums or taps his finger to a beat when concentrating

he loves music and has a collection of vinyl records

sometimes he will put on his Frank Sinatra vinyl and you guys will slow dance

NSFW!!

he is a dom 100%

low key a sadist, he is also very kinky (it’s always the quite ones)

he loves to see you a wimpering mess begging to be touched by him

his favorite is edging

to see you so excited about your release but then being able to take it away makes him feral

6’5 inches but he is pretty girthy

he loves toys, especially paddles

brat tamer all the way

if you have been bad he will bend you over his knee and make you count and say thank you after each spank

he is not lacking muscle, god no, his arms are very defined and he has a great v line and soft abs

is very rough during sex usually

if he is in a very romantic mood it will be slow and passionate

he loves to mark you up, especially on your thighs

loves degrading you,

“god your such a slut”

“you stupid whore, you like it when i fuck you senseless, yeah?”

“be quite slut, you don’t want to be punished, huh?”

loves face fucking

his favorite position is doggy style because he can pull your hair and arch your back

is very into bondage and always practices on you

when he does he makes sure to be careful the first time to make sure it’s safe, if he hurt you he would never forgive himself

nipple clamps are also one of his favorites and gags

he loves to see you tied up, a submissive mess, begging to cum

his favorite part about you is your boobs and stomach

loves to be called sir or daddy

when you first did he swore he almost died because of how hard he came

really likes to go raw, he loves how it feels and really likes to cum on your face

when you suck him off he holds your head so he can be in control

loves to give you head, usually overstimulates you on purpose

“p-please sir i c-can’t anymore!”

“yes you can, i need to taste you again”

aftercare is usually really sweet

he usually apologizes if he went to far or said something that hurt your feelings

will get you water and ibuprofen incase your sore

he will get you all cleaned up and dress you

holds you in his arms with a grip of steel

kisses your forehead and your lips

.

.

i really enjoyed writing this, and i’m always open to requests i love writing for you guys. i hope you enjoyed this❤️

[ashkabbom]

Hiiiiiiiii!!!! I was wondering if u could do a platonic haikyuu story? With Sugawara's younger sibling (Idrc the gender u write :3) + the third years? Byyyyyeeeee!!!!!!

Dear Anon, you reminded me of something I didn't even remember existed, I never knew about Sugawara's brother, so it's going to be based on my head 😞.

English is not my first language, so please correct me if anything is wrong and sorry for delaying this so much.

I had two paths and I ended up going the first one, but feel free to ask me to do it another way. Take care and drink water🫶🏽

Big future, little beginners

→Sugawara's younger brother + Third Years x Child!Male!Reader (PLATONIC)

Summary/Synopsis: A day with your best friend, his brother and his friends

Sugawara/Kōshi= Older brother

Suga= Younger brother

The day had just begun for you, it's okay that you hadn't even gotten up from the mattress, the warmth of your blanket was so comfortable... And then someone starts poking your head with... Their foot???

"Hurry up! We're going to be late if you keep sleeping." A boy's voice tells you and in response you just summarize something about today being Saturday. "You've got to be kidding me... It's 7 AM ON A FRIDAY!"

The boy says to you and suddenly a snap in your head. It was Friday, and Friday means that there is still school, having school means no sleep until 9am.

"You finally woke up.. Good morning to you too" The boy says smiling. Not just any boy, but Suga, your best friend since you had changed schools about a year ago. You decided this as soon as you started talking to him for the first time.

You look at the clock on the dresser next to your friend's bed. 7:20am, you both had to leave at 7:45am to get to school.

You curse and quickly get up to start getting ready. Suga laughs at your desperation and goes to the kitchen to wait for you.

"How come it takes you so long to eat breakfast?" Your friend asks you, genuinely confused. You were walking to school together and you had been shoving a bread roll down your throat for 10 minutes.

"It's too early, my mouth is too slow to chew" You said as you chewed.

"Don't talk with your mouth full!" He scolds you with a smirk. "That's an excuse for your laziness, lazybones."

You let out a few "Hum, Hunfs!" as you chewed, indignant at such an accusation against you. You weren't lazy!

"But seriously, do we need to be walking so far ahead of him?" You say after chewing, looking back and seeing Kōshi, the oldest Sugawara, walking a little behind the two of you.

Your friend sighs a little. He feels a pang of guilt, not wanting to even look back.

"There comes a time in your life when your parents or older siblings taking you to school is embarrassing!" Suga says it as if it were the most obvious thing in the world to everyone. "I'm a grown-up now, I know how to go to school by myself."

"Oooh... I get it I guess" You didn't know if he remembered that you were only 7 years old, but you understood that he wasn't THAT little anymore, right? "Se você tá dizendo, quem sou eu pra questionar.."

It was hard to tell if you would feel the same way. Mom was working a lot lately and couldn't take you to school, but you always used to have a friend to go to school with you.

You loved the Sugawara brothers and didn't mind going to school with them, it was really cool actually!

"I can't stand having to wake up early and go to school anymore." You complain out loud when you realize that you are arriving at the school gate.

"You don't like waking up early in general, do you?" Suga says looking at you with a small smile.

Before you can disagree, you and he hear your friends calling out to you. The small frown on your face soon disappears and is replaced by a cheerful smile.

You and Suga give Kōshi a quick hug, who laughs at the quick little goodbye, and soon you're running towards your friends.

"The independence phase is definitely something.." Kōshi says and sighs, with a tired face, to himself before looking at his friends.

"Let me guess, your brother again?" Daichi says looking at the two younger boys far away from them.

"He's in the 'I'm too old for this' phase and since then he's been wanting to be more independent," Sugawara reflects a little on this. "But he's only 7 years old."

"He's probably doing it because he wants to impress his best friend," Asahi says with a slight laugh. "It's normal."

"You were just like him." Daichi laughs a little, remembering when they were younger. "The difference is that you were a little more sociable, but your independent phase was definitely something."

"Oh, that's right! There was that time in-" Asahi starts almost laughing.

"Okay okay okay! We don't need to keep going back to my past!" Sugawara complains, patting both of his friends on the back, who only laugh in response.

Soon the trio heads off to their own classes and lessons.

At the end of class you run out of the school gates excitedly, your friend running right behind you, laughing and saying that you were going to get hurt.

Kōshi wasn't waiting for the two of you alone, Asahi and Daichi were also beside him. You connect point A to point B in your head, and shout towards them "Surprise attack", jumping on Asahi, Suga doing the same to Daichi, the older Sugawara laughing at the situation.

You ride all the way to Kōshi's house on Asahi's back, insisting that this was the only way you could get to the house. His friend, on the other hand, was holding Kōshi's hand the entire way as he talked about what happened at school today.

"Today in kindergarten I got hit in the face with a ball!" The others laugh at how happily you say that.

"At least you're happy, but didn't that hurt?" Daichi asked a little worried, but a child falls, cries and in a few seconds he's back to normal, right?

"Yes! Because Suga is teaching me how to play volleyball, so I was able to catch almost all the balls!" You boast happily.

"Oh? He's teaching?" Kōshi looks at the younger Sugawara, who is embarrassed but quickly tries to hide it with a smug face.

"Obviously! We're going to be the best volleyball player in the universe." He says a little nervously, but convinced of his words, as if it were an undeniable fact.

"The best players?" Asahi asks curiously.

"No! The best player! Like a fusion of the Power Rangers." You explain obviously. "We can share first place together!"

"Ah, yes that makes sense." Both three agree with your... Reference.

"You'll see! In the future we'll be playing and you'll be watching us and cheering and..." You think of something else to complete your sentence.

"And dying of envy at how much bigger we're going to be than you, you're going to be very proud of us!" The younger Sugawara completes and you just agree with 'uhum! uhum!'.

The older trio laugh at your words, but they firmly agree and say that they will be the first fans of the two future players.

You soon complain when you realize that you're going to have to get off Asahi's back because you're already in front of Sugawara's house.

Soon you were standing on the floor, next to Suga, it was still afternoon and only now did you realize that Asahi and Daichi hadn't gone to their houses.

"We're going to go out and buy something and walk around a bit, I already told mom. Do you want me to buy something for you two?" Kōshi asks and you think for a bit.

"Marshmallow! Colorful marshmallow and ice cream" Suga says and you quickly agree. Tomorrow would be Saturday, you would be playing video games tonight and sleeping late tomorrow.

"Okay okay, if the money allows I'll buy you something to drink too. Behave yourselves." Kōshi tells you and ruffles both of your hair, you laugh and the younger Sugawara complains a little.

You both say goodbye to the trio, they soon begin to walk away, but before you actually enter the house Kōshi calls Suga.

"A little bird told me that if you look under my bed, you might, supposedly, find a volley ball." He says leaving the doubt in the air with a little smile, turning back and walking with his two friends.

You and Suga are confused for a few seconds, just standing at the door, but soon your heads work and you run inside the house after closing the door.

"But haven't you had that volley ball for about 5 or 6 years?" Asahi asks after noticing that the younger Sugawara didn't know about the volleyball.

"He would throw the ball everywhere when he was a baby, which led to some broken things. My gift was almost his, since he would start crying if someone caught the ball" Sugawara says sighing as he remembers that that ball had even been thrown into the toilet.

"I didn't know he liked playing volley too, he always said it was a bit boring every time he came to see it." Daichi said curiously.

"I didn't know about it either, but I think I already suspected it, whenever he can he'll watch it even though I've already said he finds it boring" Sugawara responds with a little laugh. "He's always been quiet and shy. But I'm so happy that he shares something he likes with someone he likes."

"He's pretty set on what he likes, so I think he'll actually play volley ball until he can't anymore," Asahi muses as they continue walking.

"They're both going to be good players in the future if they want to keep going." Daichi says, placing a hand on Sugawara's shoulder, who nods and smiles. His little brother, playing volleyball.

Needless to say, you and your friend played volleyball all afternoon. You ended up falling asleep after dinner.

"OH! Look there! They really came!" You say jumping and waving to some people in the stands.

You were waving more specifically to a trio sitting in the stands. A very excited Sugawara cheered along with Daichi and Asahi trying to calm the two down a bit. They were just giving encouraging words but everyone around was listening.

"Yeah.. I know, I noticed..." Suga says looking at the stands and nodding slightly to his brother.

"Why are you all shy now? You were almost bursting with the hope that they would come see the- Ow!" You suddenly get a pinch on your arm. "Why this out of nowhere? Don't tell me you're embarrassed? Huh? Suga? Huh?"

Suga starts to walk away from you, ignoring your provocations. The trio in the stands couldn't help but smile seeing the scene.

"I think no matter how much time passes, they will still be those two children that we saw grow up." Daichi sighs as he watches his team organize themselves for the match, Asahi and Sugawara are unable to say otherwise.

[hrtsoldierboy]

SOLDIER BOY X MALE READER

“ PROPOSAL . ”

(PT. 1)

cw: male reader, ooc ben(?), minimal swearing, fluff, and mentions of a threesome (🤷🏻)

summary: you propose to ben…

words: 455

Today was the day. The day that you finally proposed to Ben.

It was silly, really. You knew him before Payback, infact, you were one of the oldest supes, being injected with Compound V after Ben and Liberty, who you now knew was Stormfont, but you knew Ben even before that.

You were Ben’s bisexual awakening after you and him had a threesome with a girl back during you and Ben’s boarding school days. But I digress. You were supposed to focus on the future, not the past.

You stared at Ben with pure adoration as you watched him ramble on about something.

The both of you were at the shared apartment you had, decorated for Christmas already, and for your at-home date (which you planned beforehand). “Ben,” you interrupted. “What is it? D’you need anything?” He stared at you curiously. “Well… you know how I love you very much, right?”

Ben nods, mumbling a soft ‘yeah’. “And that I’m very grateful for you, hm?” Ben shifts uncomfortably. “Yeah, yeah. Baby, what the fuck’s goin’ on?” You took a shaky breath and stood up from your chair, reaching into your pocket where the box rested in. “Ben… you’re the love of my life.” You started, “I’ve known you for decades now, way before we even became anything or anyone. And I’ve loved you since I saw you, I just didn’t know you yet.”

You walked over to Ben, whose eyes were glossy with tears, his mouth slightly open, but his face was otherwise unreadable.You licked your lips, cleared your throat, and slowly dropped down to one knee infront of him.

“And I still do to this day. With my whole heart…” you start to feel your eyes to water, your throat feeling tight, and your heart beating restlessly. “Ben, my really fucking hot boyfriend, will you marry me?” As you say the words, you pull out the box, and when you finally asked it, you opened it, revealing the shiny silver band.

Ben didn’t reply for a few seconds, making you rethink all of your life’s decisions until he said it.

“Fuck yes.” Ben reached out to kiss your face, his hand gripping your hand gently, taking the ring from its box, while his other is entangled in your hair. He pulls you up as the both of you continue.

Ben pulls away when the both of you are standing just to stare at the ring. Admiring it. “I love it. It’s simple, but… fuck. I really do love it.”

He looks back up to you, and his eyes are nothing but full of adoration and love. “And I really, and I mean really, love you too.”

And good God, you loved him back.

a/n: It’s been a while since I’ve really written fanfiction other than bot greeting messages so I hope this was okay 😞😞 I might write more during Christmas break if Imm not too distracted… And if you liked my work, go reblog and like to show support! :3

[cupidjyu]

happy with you

sangyeon x reader

when life gets particularly overwhelming, your boyfriend is always there to distract you.

genre: established relationship, hurt/comfort, burnout, kisses and hugs, sweetie understanding perfect boyfriend sangyeon notes: reader is lowkey me during the time i was gone and busy with school ,, 💕 this is for @winterchimez since we’re both going through sangyeon withdrawals 😞😞 word count: 3.9k

One, two… three…

Your hand lifts up before it comes back down onto the soft sheets of your bed. You hum to yourself. Well, it’s a start, you think before taking a deep breath and counting once again.

One, two, three.

You lift your arm this time. But you find yourself frowning at how it feels like it’s been weighed down by heavy, stubborn weights. You let out a frustrated groan as your head falls back onto the headboard. Shutting your eyes momentarily, you try to find some sense of peace, anything to help get rid of the stupid pounding in your heart, much more burdening than your heavy limbs that refuse to move. Yet, the darkness that you see only makes it worse.

You blink your eyes open and stare at the wall of the bedroom. Your gaze wanders across the blank space until it lands on a small photo, framed and perched perfectly so that it’s one of the first things you see when you wake up. It’s a picture of your boyfriend, Sangyeon, leaning in and pressing a kiss to your cheek. You’re smiling and so is he. Your eyebrows furrow as you try to recreate that same smile, yet your face feels numb.

Then, you lift your head slightly to stare at the mess of the bed you created over the span of just a day. There’s a book, thrown off to the side, with only a few pages read. Then, there’s your computer, still at ninety percent because you only used it for a good thirty minutes. Your phone is beside you. It’s open to one of your social media apps yet you liked one single post so far.

You’ve tried everything to be somewhat productive, to do something with the free day that you have. You wanted to distract yourself from your racing mind yet nothing has worked and you continue to feel awfully restless. 

To be frank, your week full of stress and despair is over. The countless assignments that you needed to turn in, the group project that didn’t get done until the very last day, the coworker who had belittled you… technically, it was all over. You should feel relieved, really, but instead you feel agitated and unable to relax. It’s almost like the adrenaline that has coursed through your body during that week still hasn’t left, leaving you anxious, almost paranoid.

You blink back a few tears and let out a low sigh. 

There’s nothing you can do.

So you just wait.

Wait for what? You wonder.

Your eyes land on that picture again. Maybe… Sangyeon? He is coming home soon, after all. Your heart skips a beat at the thought, but it settles back into its normal pace soon after. You would hate to bother him, especially because he was supposed to be practicing today.

The image of his worried face is what leads you to slowly lift your body out of bed. It’s difficult and heavy, but you manage to do it. You yawn and stand up, your muscles feeling tight. Maybe you should find something else to keep you busy so that when Sangyeon comes home, he won’t notice your previous state.

You nod to yourself and walk out of the bedroom, setting your mind on organizing the kitchen drawers. But, as soon as you begin walking down the hall, you find Sangyeon exiting the bathroom, his hair slightly damp as he dries it with a towel. 

You freeze.

Huh.

You were so deep in your thoughts that you didn’t even hear him come home and wash up.

Sangyeon notices you almost immediately, and just as quickly, his eyes light up. He sets the towel down nearby and walks over to you like an eager puppy. Your heart thumps, which is a little funny because the two of you have been dating for a while, long enough to move in together and spend every lovely morning and evening as a pair.

Then, he immediately pulls you into a hug, scooping you into his arms as he nuzzles into your neck. Your breath halts for a second before you melt into his hold. Though it takes all your strength to try not to burst into tears right then and there. He smells good, fresh from a shower and just like home. 

A few moments pass before Sangyeon leans away and gives you a quick kiss.

“I missed you,” he whispers, his voice full of warmth. He always says this. He could spend a mere hour away from you, and he’ll still tell you about how much he was thinking of you. His hand comes up to your hair, and he soothingly strokes his fingers through it. “How was your day, beautiful?”

Your chest feels tight as you look away. “It was great,” you lie. “Quite boring actually. I’ve done literally nothing today.” Well, that isn’t a lie.

Sangyeon only smiles wider. “Relaxing is also good, you know.” His eyes soften, and he swipes a thumb under your eye, as if he’s noticed how tired you are. “I’ve noticed how hard you’ve worked this past week.”

You give him a weak smile and shake your head, already feeling nervous about burdening him with concern. “That’s just… how it is. There’s nothing to worry about.”

That doesn’t seem to help, as Sangyeon only gives you a careful look. But, he doesn’t mention it anymore as he says, “If you say so.”

The two of you just stare at each other, almost awkwardly and unsurely. Your heartbeat picks up, anxiously, your mind racing about how he’s noticed and he’s going to be bothered.

Sangyeon almost always notices when you’re feeling off. It’s almost like some sort of superpower. He can tell you’re uncomfortable at a social event, and he’ll subtly pull you closer to him. He can tell when you’re tired, and he’ll offer his shoulder for you to lean on.

It’s pretty clear that he’s noticed now.

But he’s not saying anything about it.

It’s perplexing, but at the same time, you feel a little relieved, knowing that if you started talking about it at this moment, you’d probably burst out into tears.

“Well, gorgeous,” Sangyeon speaks up with a soft tone. “I’m free for the rest of the evening. Anything you want to do?”

You let out a sigh, your chest lightening. Then, you think for a moment. Is there anything you wanted to do? You give him a shy look. Really, you just wanted to spend time with him, however that may be.

Sangyeon laughs, giving you a teasing look. “I know what you’re thinking.”

“Hm?” You step away with a small smile. “What am I thinking?”

Your boyfriend shrugs, but you can tell he’s eager to say it. He’s always eager to give you attention, no matter the circumstance. When he’s working at home and you stop by to give him a kiss, again, like an eager puppy, he’ll excitedly turn his head and ask for another one. If he’s tired and it’s late at night, but he sees that you’re still up working, he’ll stay with you. Sometimes, he’ll watch you with an admiring face, which makes you a little nervous at times.

He steps forward and leans in. “You want to be with me.”

You roll your eyes, ignoring the hot feeling that spreads across your face. “Of course I do. We’re dating.”

“That’s true.” Sangyeon gives you a proud look.

“Well, is there anything you want to do?”

“I want to be by your side, my gorgeous.” He grins. 

“Doing what?”

He pauses and gives you a sheepish look. “I didn’t get that far in my plans.”

You burst out laughing as you reach for the nearby towel and begin to finish drying off his hair. He leans into your touch as he looks at you with complete endearment.

“I’ll think of something, just give me a moment.”

You smile at him. “Take your time, mister.” You continue to dry his hair as you take the opportunity to admire your boyfriend’s handsome face up close. It doesn’t help that he looks adorably focused, thinking of something to do with you. Sometimes, you wonder how you’ve gotten so lucky. 

“Ah,” he breathes. You pause, letting your hand fall to your side, still holding onto the towel. Sangyeon looks down and takes it from you, setting it on the bathroom handle before taking your hand in his. “Well, you know how I went to practice my singing today?” He asks with a smile.

You nod because yes, he always likes to relay his plans for the day to you before he leaves the apartment, which you find endearing.

“Mhm, what about it?”

“I took some videos of the new songs I was practicing. They’re on my phone, and I need to monitor them. If you want to… with me…” He gives you a hopeful look. He’s shy as well. He’s always shy when it comes to his singing, which is a little baffling because his voice is beautiful. In fact, it was one of the main reasons why you had such a large crush on him.

“Of course,” you answer. Just as shyly, you lean up and press a soft kiss to his cheek before whispering into his ear, “I’d love to.”

Sangyeon gives you an excited look. “Just… don’t judge if my voice cracks. Some of the songs were kind of out of my range.” 

You giggle as he tugs your hand and leads you in the direction of your shared bedroom. But, just as you’re about to reach the door, you freeze and your breath hitches, remembering that you’ve left all your failed attempts of distracting yourself–the book, computer, your phone, probably a few unopened snacks–on the bed.

Sangyeon notices your hesitance and instead of asking what’s wrong, he opens the door, peeks into the room, and turns back to face you. He gives you a gentle, soothing smile before leaning in and pressing a kiss to the very tip of your nose. Then, without a word, he enters the room and proceeds to pick everything up off the bed. He puts the book back on its shelf, sets your computer and your phone on the bedside table, and places the snacks on the desk.

You watch, completely shocked, as he sits down on the bed and gestures to you to join him. 

“I…”

Sangyeon grins. “What are you waiting for, darling?”

You let out a shaky breath at the nickname before carefully walking over to the bed, sitting next to him. You gulp nervously. “Sorry for not cleaning up.”

“It’s no problem at all. I’m always going to be here.” For you. “To help you clean up.” But, you know what he really means.

You nod quietly and sit back against the headboard, trying to forget the fact that previously, you’ve sat here for hours, wallowing in a feeling that you couldn’t even describe. You watch as Sangyeon pulls out his phone and turns on the first video.

“Are you ready?” Sangyeon asks, a shy smile on his face.

“Always.”

“Don’t expect too much.”

You giggle. “Okay, handsome.”

Intrigued, you scooch closer, and Sangyeon welcomes you, leaning his shoulder against yours. In the video, he’s in the studio, looking at what you assume is a screen with the lyrics. He sings beautifully into the microphone in his hand. You can already feel your chest lighten as you admire him, his everything–from his lovely voice, handsome face, and soft gaze. He messes up the lyrics a few times, yet that only makes it more perfect. He’s perfect.

The first video comes to the end and Sangyeon nervously turns to you. You look up at him and give him an encouraging smile.

“So… what did you think?” He asks with his soft voice, one that you know is capable of making any song sound beautiful.

“I think… it was beautiful as always.”

It’s adorable how Sangyeon brightens up, and you can tell he’s feeling proud. Soon enough, his smile softens, and he looks at you as if trying to read your expression for something more. You gulp and look away, praying he won’t notice that you were just a mess when he wasn’t home. You can see that hint of concern in his gaze as clear as day.

But then, to your surprise, he leans in and kisses the very top of your forehead.

“You’re beautiful as always.”

Your eyes widen, and you can feel your cheeks start to redden. You clear your throat and turn to look down at your lap.

“Thank you,” you mumble. “I’ve… heard that a lot already.”

You feel a finger under your chin, nudging you to look back up. He hums teasingly as your eyes meet his. “From only me, I hope,” he says with a slight raise of his eyebrow.

You roll your eyes. “Yes, only you.” 

“Good,” Sangyeon replies. Then, he swipes to the next video.

Again, you watch, though your eyes begin to droop as you focus more on listening to your boyfriend’s voice, like honey, and so full of emotion. It’s a love song too–the words he’s singing seem to be directed towards you. It doesn’t help that he’ll look away from the screen and instead, straight at the camera, making your heart flutter foolishly.

Soon enough, the video ends, and you realize that you feel relaxed. Your body doesn’t feel stiff, rather, it melts against Sangyeon’s side. Your breathing isn’t fast either. Instead, it’s slow and perfectly in sync with your lover beside you. It’s a slow rise and fall, and you start to feel warm inside.

Sangyeon turns to you, even leaning a little forward so that he can get a good view of you. He always does this, saying that you’re “too beautiful not to stare at.”

“Good?” He asks, his voice a calming whisper.

“Mhm.” You give him a shy smile. “Keep going.”

“As you wish, beautiful.” 

You laugh quietly as you lean your head against his broad shoulder, taking your first, long and full breath of the day. You can’t help but smile contentedly as your boyfriend shows you the rest of the videos he’s taken. Sometimes, you can feel him cringe at one of his own mistakes. Other times, he’ll mention a particular lyric that reminded him of you. One time, he pressed a kiss to your lips for the fun of it.

It’s calming–so calming that you can feel yourself dozing off. Just as your eyes are about to shut, you hear a loud clatter come from his phone. In the video, you see that something small and shiny was just knocked off the table.

You widen your eyes momentarily before smiling fondly at the way Sangyeon gives the camera an apologetic look before ending the video.

“I forgot to delete this one,” Sangyeon grumbles to himself. “This song was hard to sing anywa– oh!” He interrupts himself before turning to you. “I completely forgot. That thing… it was a keychain that I bought for you.”

“Oh?” You look up at him with surprise. 

Sangyeon looks adorably excited. He always loved to surprise you with gifts after all.

“I can go get it for you right now… if you want?” 

You nod with a soft smile.

And so, Sangyeon gets off the bed, and that’s when you feel his comforting warmth leave you like a candle flame being abruptly blown out. You try to ignore the odd hitch of your breath, but it soon becomes clear that that feeling has come back. It’s hard to describe still, but it’s a mix of restlessness and hopelessness. Suddenly, you’re reminded of everything that’s gone wrong these past few days. Your eyes frantically dart around the room, remembering everything that you’ve failed to do today as well.

You regret that nod.

Desperately, and without even thinking, you reach out and grab hold of Sangyeon’s hand. You feel yourself tremble, and your heartbeat is picking up again.

“Wait,” you whisper, looking up at him. You’re already feeling your throat close up, embarrassingly enough. Sangyeon turns around in response, and his expression is full of worry. 

“Hm?”

“I…” Your voice cracks, and you feel mortified. What were you thinking? 

And that’s when you feel the tears begin to well up in your eyes.

You can just barely hear the small intake of breath that Sangyeon takes in at the sight. Quickly, he’s already kneeling down at the side of the bed, looking up at you with soft, gentle eyes. His gaze is full of concern as he watches the tears begin to dribble down your face.

“Y/n,” he whispers. “You can tell me what’s wrong. If you’d like to. I’ll listen, always.”

“I thought you already noticed,” you whisper. 

Sangyeon’s eyes widen before he reaches over for your hand, taking it in his. “I did. But I didn’t want to pressure you into telling me what’s wrong. Not until you’re ready.”

You can’t help but cry more at his words. Still embarrassed, you try to turn your head away to hide your face, but Sangyeon’s quick to cup your cheek. With a small frown, he helps to wipe your tears with the pad of his thumb.

“I–” More tears escape. “I don’t even know what’s wrong.”

“So why are you crying, sweetheart?”

“It’s just–” You let out a frustrated sigh. “All the stress is over. There shouldn’t be more of it, not after– after last week. But the whole day, I’ve just… constantly felt restless. And sometimes I think about what’s already happened in the past, and then I get sad and–” You let out another sob. “It’s dumb.”

Sangyeon’s quiet. But, only for a moment, because he’s already getting up and sitting back down on the bed. Throughout all of this, his hand doesn’t leave your cheek as he holds you like you’re the most precious person ever.

“It’s not,” he finally says. “Not at all.” And he doesn’t say more after that. You feel strong arms wrap around your body, pulling you into a hug. It’s gentle, almost hesitant, as he makes sure you’re comfortable with it. 

But when you melt into it, that’s when he holds you tighter. Your head rests against his chest, and you feel a few more tears escape.

“I know you’ve had a hard time,” Sangyeon mumbles, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “And even though it’s over, I’m sure it takes a bit to heal from it. There’s nothing wrong with that, my darling.” You feel a soothing hand begin to stroke your back. “But know that I’m here for you. Whenever you need, hm? Just call for me.”

The tears drip down your face, yet you feel yourself relaxing more and more. 

“I’ll do anything,” Sangyeon continues. “I can help you clean up, take a walk with yo–”

“I just like being with you,” you huff with a sniffle. “You being here already makes me happy.”

Sangyeon squeezes you, something he likes to do when he finds you cute.

“That’s all that matters to me. You being happy.”

You try not to burst out into tears once more as you lean away and look him in the eye.

“What about you?” You ask, your voice trembling, full of emotion and love. “Are you happy?”

Sangyeon gives you a smile, his eyes sparkling as he looks at you and only you. “Of course I am. Because I have you, darling.”

You feel your face contort as more tears escape the corners of your eyes. Though these particular tears are not of sadness, not anymore. They’re more of… overwhelming love.

“So,” Sangyeon starts, brushing away a stray strand of your hair with a fond smile. “Is there anything else I can do to make you feel better?” 

You scrunch your nose and try not to shy away from the expression he’s giving you. It’s full of affection and admiration for you. With a shake of your head, you reply, “I already feel better. But…” You give him a small smile. “Do whatever you think will work.”

Sangyeon’s gaze immediately falls to your lips, and you can already tell what he’s planning to do. He grins, and you can see that familiar twinkle in his eyes. “I’m no professional, but I think–” He suddenly leans in and presses a quick kiss to your lips. He pulls away with a hopeful, love-drunk gaze. “This might work,” he whispers before leaning back in, this time to kiss you on the cheek. You can’t help but giggle as he seems to lose an internal fight because soon enough, he’s pressing small kisses all over your face.

“Sangyeon–”

You can’t control the laughter that escapes you as he keeps on kissing you all over. At some point, he leans away and simply admires your happy expression with a fond smile of his own. Once you notice, your laughing dies down, and you begin to feel shy. 

“Hey, pretty.”

You give him an embarrassed look but still respond with a teasing, “hi, handsome,” making your boyfriend smile even wider. 

“I missed you so much,” he mumbles. “And–” Another kiss, this time on your lips again. This one is deeper, full of want, and the drying tears on your cheeks are now long forgotten. “I love you,” he whispers, his bottom lip brushing against yours. 

You smile widely. “I love you too.”

“Mmh,” Sangyeon hums, looking at you with smugness. “You know I tell everyone about how lucky I am to have you, right?”

You gasp, your cheeks starting to burn. “You do?”

“Of course. I’m the luckiest man in the world,” he replies like it’s the easiest thing to say. His hand slides around your waist as he pulls you in for another kiss. “So don’t hesitate to tell me when you’re feeling down, hm?” His eyes soften. “Because I adore you. I’ll do anything to help you.”

You nod. You feel happy, now that he’s in front of you, showering you with endless love.

Yet again, Sangyeon has another surge of affection because he’s suddenly collapsing back on the bed and pulling you down with him. The two of you are face-to-face, and it’s then that you’re reminded of just how sleepy you are, your eyes drooping.

“Don’t leave,” you whisper.

“I would never. I’ll stay here in bed with you for as long as you’d like, darling.”

You smile to yourself. Then, you hum mischievously. “But… what if you have to use the bathroom?”

Sangyeon sighs, and he presses a kiss to the very top of your head. “Go to sleep already.”

You only giggle in response. “What if someone rings the doorbell?”

Sangyeon, whose eyes are already shut, shushes you as he holds you closer. 

“What if it’s the police?”

“Y/n.”

“What if–”

He peeks an eye open adorably before he kisses you to finally make you stop talking. You smile against his lips and you don’t say anything more after that. With a sigh, you relax into his hold as the two of you drift off into sleep.

Miraculously, there is something better than staring and admiring that lovely picture of the two of you, framed on the wall. And that is waking up in the morning to the sweet and forever love of your life as he gives you a bright, lovely smile to start the day.

[lovelykil]

─Headcanons─

kyle x reader older ver.

hc; random

cw; slight nsfw ahaaaaaaaaæ

note; feeling so silly ⤵

Mostly wears sweaters to school kinda rare he wears regular shirts

I mean it is cold in south park makes sense

But whenever he doesn't wear a sweater

ohmeoww

he's tall and skinny with that slut of a whore waist

LIKE YOU CAN literally see it when he wears sorta loose regular shirts.

When you walk him to his house (you guys take turns walking each other home, and it was your turn)

You can't help but wrap your hands around his waist before he leaves to go inside.

"You looked like a cute whore today."

"huh"

"your waist," You let him go to rub his sides, he looks down at you so confused.

"It's so— you know why are so snatched?"

"And that's my cue to go inside my house, get home safe and text me when you get there. Bye." Kyle pushed you back lightly, being soo done with this conversation 😭

"But Kyle:(("

"no"

Surprisingly enough you guys sometimes text over night. Surprisingly because Kyle likes to sleep

He needs his "beauty rest"

as he puts it.

🙄

anyway nothing is good about what you send anything past 11.

giggling at his reaction because when you sent that he dropped his phone on his face from shock

after that there were many more incidents till he was to flustered to continue texting you so he finally went to bed

Not even in his sleep he could escape the horny

bro had a wet dream on accident

LMAOO

Woke up in a sweat, breathing heavy then looked down, removing the blanket off his legs

"oh god dammit." It was way to early for this.

He sighs, slowly reaching beneath his sweats.

Later when he starts getting ready for school and leavs his house to walk to the bus stop he stands by your side in the cold, with nothing said.

You took your eyes off your phone to look up at him, "you didn't answer my good morning text messages asshol-"

"I had a sex dream about us–!"

"... okay yeah good morning to you too"🧍🏾‍♀️

he just got a little nervous 😞

Ass slapping

importantly, his.

Alright hear me out pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

He will be doing anything like maybe making a snack for the both of you, washing dishes, walking, standing.. breathing

And you'll come up from behind him, rubbing your hands together right before doing the unspeakable.

He's always so surprised too 😭 also baffled

"You look soo fine right now, so does your ass."

"Y/n STOP DOING THATT."

"why"

"Because IT'S WEIRD"

You even do this when you give him a hug though you give it a light squeeze, laughing as he dies for a second

"Why would you do that"

"you have a cute behind? I don't know.":3

now you know exactly how bebe felt.

Now I don't see him NORMALLYY teasing about the stuff you say in bed but if you're doing it to him.. best know he's gonna do it back

"You're a good boy right? Can you do this problem for me pleasee" You tapped Kyle's shoulder, he put his phone down and very slowly turned to look at you with a LOOK.

"I'm a what?"

"Good boy?"

"Stop"

"Why" you put your finger down, staring at him in a confused matter. You could see his face blush a shy pink.

"Because it's weird" You raised your brow to his response, growing a grin.

"Really? Wasn't so weird last night when you were in a mess panting 'yes yes I'll be a good boy for you, please go faster. Y/n'

You recalled, bursting out laughing to his reaction which was his face turning red as a tomato, looking away.

"Awh I was just kidding you sounded so–"

"You're talking like you're innocent" He breathed, looking your way again seemingly looking like he gained some confidence to destroy you.

You immediately stopped laughing and closed your mouth as he smirked, his elbow resting on his desk with his chin in the palm of his hand.

"Hey hey–"

"Please tell me I'm your good girl, I'll be good Kyle." He reenacted, leaning back in his chair with a snicker, watching you turn into a mess.

"There's no way I said that you're lying"

"Oh you did though, you just don't wanna admit it. You sound so cute when you beg" He pulled your chair over to him with a teasing mischievous smile.

When you both have a praising kink

ANYWAYY

If you ever sleep with plushies, which there is nothing bad about it who cares I be doing the same they r so cute and cuddly

Just know he's jelly

He normally doesn't care though he'll still hold you close to him with the plushie still in your embrace it's like it's yalls child or smth

BUT there is a few times he does get slightly annoyed, he watches you hold that damn thing close to you, cuddling it sometimes even pet it

he wants that 👎🏾👎🏾

One night like late at night he had his back pressed against the wall watching you hold your stuffed animal while you scrolled some more before putting away your phone for sleep.

You yanwed, covering your mouth in the slight dark room.

"Okay I'm going to bed now, night" You rolled over to Kyle to peck his cheek before turning around, holding your stuffy close to you.

He watched you with a frown, not saying anything yet as he looked up at the ceiling wondering how a stuffed animal took his place 😞

You began to go into a light sleep, your shoulders rising slowly, Kyle tapped your shoulder growing needy.

"y/n." In a soft voice, he whispered.

You mumbled, still in between being awake and trying to sleep. "what.."

"can you turn over for me for a second sweetheart?" Maybe if he used a bitter sweet nickname that made you nervous you would turn over.

I mean he was right lmao

you slowly flipped over with your plush, opening your eyes tiredly. "yes? what ..is it kyle?" you muttered. He looked at you for a second then at your plush, scooting closer.

"I think it would be nice if.." He slowly started to take away the thing from your arms as you were half awake not really aware much.

"hm wha.."

"I took this.."

"my.. my plushie? what are.. you.." He pulled the plushie very carefully out of your hands to wiggle himself in your arms for a replacement plushie, which was just him

agghh whys he so cute

"kyle what.. are you.."

"shh it's okay baby I'm here" Once he was secure and in your arms he put his hands on your face, lightly pressing a soft kiss to your forehead then caressed your cheek slowly.

You mumbled sorta just not really caring at this point, you were tired asf but definitely kyle did NOT feel like a plushie

"where's my plushie, where'd it go..":( you whined, feeling around kyle. Your hands landed all over his face, pinching and hitting him all he did was quietly suffer.

"It had.. to go somewhere. But I'm here? Is that okay baby?" He grabbed your hand to put it down, telling you in a low hush.

You didn't say anything, staying quiet for a bit which made him very sad and regretting what he just went through to get here.

"Okay fine I'll go get your stupid stuffed animal." He huffed, starting to wiggle out.

"wait.. no..oo stay I'm so tired.. sleep now.. need.." you grabbed him back, cuddling him just like your stuffy.

oh my god how happy he was

"oh, changed your mind?"

"mmm.."

"just wanted you to hold me" He pressed another light kiss next to your nose, a little whiney and baby like the way he came off tbh

You brought your hand to his face to rub it some bit, opening your eyes despite you being so tired rn.

"ohmm.. you're so cute baby" you managed to say, even giggling. He smiled leaning to kiss you since he couldn't resist much longer. You lazily kissed back, trying your best to move with him.

"mmh, okay... sleep now.." you pulled away, shyly smiling at his doing. You hugged him tight to your body as he rested his head on your chest doing the same, smiling to himself.

That plushie didn't win tonight

"love you.. kyle you big dum..my" you petted his big hair softly.

"love you too sweetie."

[the-kr8tor]

I'M HERE!! I'M ALIVE!!

By the work of some miracle, I completed all of my Spanish work on time last week 🥳🥳 Now I need to do it again for the next five weeks ༼;´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ༽

I've got a test in AP bio today, but it's gonna be okayyy (cope) I'll do well; I'll get a hundreddd (cope)

Anyway in honor of spring break happening a day early (we won't have Friday this week) we have...

Celebratory Leon HCS!!!

I'm seeing all this red string stuff on your page lately and it lowkey has me feeling inspired so let's do a personal take kn that AU with Leon :D

I feel like he always kinda thought about finding whoever was at the end of the string, at least someday. He thought about it more when he was in school than out. These days, he doesn't think about it much. Probably because of The Horrors (tm), but these days he was starting to feel that maybe he never met them. He was pretty hard set on the idea that whoever's on the end of the line wouldn't want to meet someone like him anyway. Deep inside though, he imagined that maybe, since they're his soulmate, they would be able to put up with him. All of his anxieties, strange habits, and trauma, maybe it wouldn't be too much to share it with one person. Just one.

Imagine his surprise when he feels the string tugging him one night. He's out on a walk to clear his head and he feels this little pull. Of course, he follows. He's so confused and intrigued and somewhat scared and excited and he's wondering what you look like and if you're following the string too and- WHAM

You both run headfirst into each other bc y'all were both only paying attention to the string like idiots. It made for a funny story though :)

I also feel like red string has so much potential for a historic or more fantasy forward AU too, but it's kinda hard to think of the meet cute. Like it's a fact that Leon's gonna be a knight, but I like the idea of r being a commoner or a noble or a noble from an enemy empire??? There are so many scrungulous ideas that could come from it. We could do a combo of all three where he finds her on a n expedition and she's like injured or sum and she can't remember much of who she is but they figure out she's a noble from an opposing empire, like high up too I'm thinking from grand duchy or actual imperial family or sum. So this other country they're like 'omg xxx empire stole our princess/Duchess' and they have to work it out to resolve the issue and then their marriage fosters peace between the two countries.

These classes got me stressed sm I haven't been able to write :( ✍️

YESSS HELLO!! WELCOME BACK!

Nooo that should be Illegal! Good luck on the test! You'll kill it! 💪

Daily Leon HC 💙💙💙

It's @pleaktale 's fault 😂 (love u pookie)

Omg poor leon! 😞 It's all because of those evil residents (wink wink nudge nudge)

Leon: I don't care about my soulmate *grips the table*

AWWWW that's so cute!!! Imagine telling that to claire and she'd laugh at his face so hard after all the idc abt my soulmate conversations they've had 😆

Yooooo how about they meet at the opposite sides of the battlefield and when they're face to face their strings glow and tug at each other!!

[minoouz]

𝐁𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘 ─ k.s

Ep 2 ─ new boy?

Characters ─ K.s, Lee Heeseung, Yang jungwon, Niki, Park Sunghoon, Jake, Jay. Extra : Yeji (itzy) Leeknow (straykids) Hanni (new jeans) Haerin (new jeans) Yuna (itzy) Yunah (illit)

readers pronouns will be he/him.

Genre ─ smut, fluff

"I can't believe this. How in the heck did the teacher expect me to know more about that stupid stuff he teaches?!" M/n exclaims, he runs his hands through his hair, growing frustrated all over again. "You need to control your anger issues m/n and which teacher, Mr. Leeknow?" Hanni replied, looking concerned for the other boy.

"Mr Leeknow always made someone mad. It's probably because of all that homework he gives us from time to time." Haerin says, her words being a bit muffled due to the sucker in her mouth that she kept in for a while.

"Oh, did you guys hear a new boy is gonna be coming to school today?" Hanni replies, M/n shook his head, and he sighed. "Same old same old new girl new boy stuff, it's literally the same thing every day!" M/n exclaims, once the three reach their classroom, they go down to sit in their seats.

M/n unpacks his bag, and he drops his textbook on the desk before slumping back and groaning due to the less sleep he had for the past few days, tapping the pencil at the tip of his chin. "What will this new boy even look like?"

The door slides open, revealing a tall boy, pale skinned, black haired, and a slim figure. M/n looks up, and his eyes widen instantly, "S-sunoo...?" M/n mumbled, his jaw then clenches, and he looks away from the other boy, Staring out the window in fustrastion he sighs. "Can't believe he's in MY class.

Sunoo's eyes wander around for an unoccupied seat, and then he starts walking. He seats down in the seat and unpacks his bag. "Why are you even here.." m/n mumbles, Sunoo looks over in confusion, and he jumps back a bit because of how close m/n is towards him. "M/n, why are you still mad. I know I didn't tell you about me leaving but it was the right choice.." Sunoo replied

"It doesn't matter, sunoo. we promised we would tell each other everything, but you broke the promise..!" "I know, but im sorry, m/n." Sunoo sticks his hand out, and he puts it on M/n's shoulder to comfort him.

"I can't even look at you anymore.." M/n mumbled, his body shaking a bit as his eyes start to water and a tear rolls down his cheek. Sunoo sighed, and he pulled his hand away and continued to focus on the lesson, "I'm sorry, m/n I'm really sorry."

A/n : My fingers and hand hurt like I'm genuinely hurting like literally and figuratively. I'm also making a masterlisf for my stories now, so yeah! Hope you guys enjoy reading these!

I also decided to change the style up because the old style was a little basic, and it's kinda short, so 😞

[linos-luna]

Hi there this is my first time requesting but recently I’ve found out that I have a large cyst on my thyroid. I’ve struggled with hypothyroidism for about two years now but this is new and overwhelming to me 😞

I’ve been putting on a lot of weight and losing hair so I just don’t feel beautiful anymore. Not to mention the large cyst is making me have a double chin which girls point out at work and school…

Could you possibly write ot8 skz x fem reader comforting the reader with their health struggles? Im in need of a serious pick me up 🩷

I’m so sorry to hear. My sister has had hypothyroidism since she was a baby so while I haven’t experienced it, I’ve seen how it affects her. I hope you’re alright. Message me if you ever need to chat 🩵

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Health 🥀

OT8 Skz x Reader

Warnings: angst?, health concerns, insecurity

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Chan

He would be extremely comforting and supportive of helping you get through the day. To him, you’re beautiful and amazing no matter what and it’s his job as your boyfriend to love and take care of you.

“Baby, I have your medication ready.” Chan said while going to you with a pill and water.

“I don’t want it…” you frowned while looking down.

“Don’t want it? But it helps you.”

“It makes me drowsy!” You yelled out. “… and ugly…”

“Ugly??” Chan said while putting the stuff down. “A pill can’t make you ugly.” He teased.

“It made me heavy…”

“That doesn’t mean you’re ugly.” He sighed while rubbing your sides. “You’re as beautiful as ever…”

You shook your head and crossed your arms.

“No? Well it’s too bad you don’t believe that. But I believe it.”

“Y/n…” Chan said with his hand on your cheek. “It’s not forever. It’s just a rough patch. With your treatment it’ll get better. We’ll figure out a health plan so you can take the medication and still feel beautiful okay?”

You only looked at him with a frown.

“Hey, I don’t like seeing my baby sad.” He said with a teasing pout.

You chuckled under your breath and smiled a little while a tear rolled down your cheek.

Minho

He knows how hard it can be for you. He tries not making your issues a big deal in fear of embarrassing you but will still do anything for you.

Today was one of the bad days. You felt awful as you laid in bed.

“Hey, kitten.” Minho said with a smile, coming in the room with tea. “What would you like for breakfast?”

“I’ll go get it…” you mumbled while starting to get up, only for Minho to stop you.

“No no it’s okay.” He said with a soft smile before putting your tea on the nightstand. “I’ll make you breakfast in bed.”

“No…” you groaned. “I can—”

“Y/n, it’s okay.” The said while putting his hand on your shoulder. “I want you to rest.”

You sighed, finally giving up and laying back against the pillows. “Minho… I can’t do this anymore…”

“What do you mean?”

“I hate living like this…” you groaned. “I hate being sick! I hate struggling like this!”

“Kitten, it’s not forever.” He sighed. “You’re actually doing better. I think the medication is working.”

“But I feel so useless! I don’t go out much or even work!”

“You’re sick and recovering.” Minho said while rubbing your cheek. “And im happy to take care of you.”

“But—”

“Like I said, it’s not forever. But if you insist, you can return the favor later in the future okay?”

You nodded before Minho kissed your forehead and hugged you tight.

“I love you, Kitten…”

Changbin

Changbin admires how strong you are. With all you go through, you’re still powering through it and it amazes him. He’s sure to remind you of that every day.

After getting back from the doctor’s office, you found yourself on the bed, lying in silence with tears rolling down your cheeks. Changbin walked in after you and took a seat while rubbing for side.

“Y/n…” he sighed. “Are you okay?”

You only shook your head.

“Baby, it’s okay—”

“No! No it’s not!” You snapped, still not looking at him. “I’m not getting better! The medicine doesn’t work!”

“Well that’s why they prescribed you a new—”

“No! They never work!” You cried, only for Changbin to scoop you in his arms. He felt awful. You were so good at putting on the strong front, but now you’re letting it all out.

“Why are you still here?!” You cried. “You could have someone better… someone healthy and pretty…”

“I’m still here because I love you.” He sighed. “Baby, you’re beautiful. And while you may not be the pinnacle of health, you’re very strong.”

“You’re just saying that…” you mumbled.

“I’d never lie to you.” Changbin said while holding you tight. “You’re very strong. Not everyone can do this and still keep going. You fight every day. And I’m proud of you…”

Hyunjin

Very empathetic. Pisces are known to be extremely empathetic to people’s feelings and this is especially true for you.

Hyunjin hates to see you sad. He wants to do everything he can to cheer you up.

You were in the restroom, crying. Hyunjin came in quickly, worried for whatever made you so distraught.

“Baby what’s wrong?!” He hugged you tight, looking around to make sure that you didn’t hurt yourself.

“I keep gaining weight!” You sobbed into his chest. “I’m not even doing anything!!”

“Baby…” Hyunjin sighed while wiping your tears. “It’s okay. It’s the medication. It’s temporary okay?”

“No! I feel disgusting!!”

“You’re not disgusting. He said with a frown. “Just because you’re a little bigger, doesn’t mean you’re disgusting or ugly.”

“Yes it does!”

“Being skinny doesn’t automatically make you beautiful. You’re beautiful at any size.”

Hyunjin hugs you as you continued crying.

“After this little rough patch, we can do something about it.” He said while rubbing your back. “My love, if it really bothers you, after you finish the treatment, I’ll work with you to feel good again.”

You only buried your face in his chest.

“We’ll set up a plan with a doctor for your desired weight… go to physical therapy… anything and everything you need… just promise me something.”

“W-what…?”

“Don’t starve yourself…” he sighed. “I know you’re doing that. It’ll only make things worse.”

“O-okay…”

“I love you, y/n.” He said, kissing your lips softly.

“I love you too, Jinnie…”

Han

A little frantic and has to remember himself that you’re not made of glass. He gets so protective and is often afraid of what could happen or others would say. He just wants you to feel happy.

You wanted to go grocery shopping but your boyfriend insisted that you stay home and rest.

“Please, stay here.” Han pleaded. “I do it and I won’t be long.”

“Why can’t I go out?!”

“You’re sick! You just came back from treatment.” He replied.

“That was 3 days go!”

“Yeah but… we need to be careful…” he sighed while holding your hands. “I don’t want you to strain yourself…”

“Hannie…” you sighed. “I’m not gonna strain myself…”

“I’m just worried… not just physically but mentally too.” He frowned. “I know how anxious you get.”

“Yeah, you’re right… but—… I just don’t wanna be useless.”

“You’re not useless.”

“I haven’t done anything! Just sit at home!” You snapped.

“Baby…” he sighed while hugging you. “Is that what this about?”

You didn’t answer, only huffing.

“You’re not useless. There’s nothing wrong with me helping you… but—” he paused. “I-I shouldn’t treat you like you’re made of glass…”

You looked up at him, surprised by what he said.

“We’ll go together. I’ll take care of you okay. Please let me take care of you.”

“Okay…” you nodded before he gave you a quick kiss on the lips.

“You’re so cute, you know that?” Han said with a smile. “Cutest person I know.”

Felix

Felix wants to take care of you all the time. Sometimes it’s too much but you know he means well. He will also do anything to cheer you up.

As you watch tv in the living room, your boyfriend Felix comes in holding something.

“Hey I made something for you!” He said happily while holding out what seemed to be a hat.

“You made it??” You replied, impressed at how well put together it looked.

“Yeah I learned how to crochet.” Felix said with a smile. “I wanted to show you too. Then we can make more pretty hats!”

You couldn’t help letting out a small chuckle at his enthusiasm. He knows how insecure you were about your hair falling out. You mentioned in a heated moment that you can’t go out with covering the thinning spot. Well he must’ve taken that literally.

“You wanna teach me to crochet?”

“Yes. It’s a good way to keep you busy.” He nodded. “Then we can spend more time together!”

You smiled at him, finding him so adorable. “Thank you, Lixie.”

Felix kissed your cheek before leaving to get the hooks and yarn.

Seungmin

Seungmin is constantly concerned for you but loves and supports you by taking care of things so you can relax. He’ll be the one to do things like make your appointments and remind you to take medications. He’s a little awkward when it comes to emotional support but he tries his best.

“Alright y/n, we’ll be leaving in 20 minutes. We can go to the appointment and check in early.” Seungmin said while packing up your purse. “Then maybe we can get Starbucks after—… Sweetheart?”

You had been quiet this whole time as he spoke, only sitting on the couch, lost in your thoughts.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Seungmin asked while standing in front of you.

“Nothing…” you mutter under your breath.

“Y/n… don’t lie. What’s wrong?”

“I just… I don’t…” you weren’t sure how to describe your frustrations without crying so you only looked down.

Seungmin rubbed your hair as he had an idea of what was bugging you. “Y/n… it’s okay—…”

“I don’t wanna go!”

“What?”

“I don’t want to go to the appointment!” You frowned.

“Why?”

“I-I don’t— my body hurts and I don’t wanna go outside!” You said as the tears finally started coming down. “I don’t want people looking at me! Th-they— don’t look at me!”

Seungmin sighed as you suddenly hid your face and sobbed. This had been getting worse lately.

“Okay, baby…” he said while taking your hand. “I’ll reschedule… and we don’t have to go out.”

You pause and look at him.

“We’ll spend the day at home.” He smiled and rubbed your cheek. “I’ll order foods and we can watch movies and cuddles. How’s that?”

“R-really?”

“Yes really.” He nodded.

… thank you, seungmin…”

“Anything for you, baby.” He said before kissing your forehead.

Jeongin

He always does is best to cheer you up. Sure he doesn’t understand how you feel exactly, but he doesn’t want you to be down. He’ll buy you food, gifts, and even physical affection (if you want) which is surprising because he’s not the most into physical affection.

You were just exhausted. After a day of doctors appointments and testing, you felt weak as you lay in bed. Your boyfriend was cooking for you in the kitchen but you wanted to see him now.

“Jeongin!” You called out weakly. “Jeongin!”

Your boyfriend came back from the kitchen, a bit concerned. “Yes?”

“I-I… I don’t like being alone…”

“Oh okay.” He replied while rubbing your cheek. “Don’t worry. I’m still here.”

You held out your arms, indicating a hug. You just wanted him to hold you at this moment.

Jeongin was happy to oblige and wrapped his arms around you. He was about to let go but you clung on tight.

But Jeongin didn’t mind. He would lay down with you and hold you for as long as you wanted.

You felt so loved and safe in his arms. No words needed to be exchanged.

[binisbun]

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i know right 😞

after wishing u a good luck on uni i saw you asking for fluffy thoughts so here is mine for you 🥺 (srry i got too taken away by this so its a long thought hehe :) hope u like it

it's been a tough week at college because of the amount of work your professors demanded from you so you decided to take a break and walk around the campus to catch some fresh air and maybe a cup of coffee. you spot one of the campus coffee shops and decide to walk in and order something. it's full so you go to the only empty counter sit to wait for a barista to take your order and while you wait you randomly draw circles with your finger while looking down on the counter or pick the crambles over it. you were so lost in your stressed thoughts that you didn't notice that the coffee shop got more empty since some students went to their classes. suddenly you hear the softest voice ever "hey, are you alright? can i make a latte for you?" so you look up slowly because well, you are exhausted, and you see the most beautiful eyes ever like they literally look like boba balls "uhm, sorry i was distracted, i would love a latte, thank you" you give him a smile and he does too before walking towards the coffee machine. he comes back with both hands occupied, one with your coffee and the other with a milk pitcher "hey, look at this" he calls you and starts doing a latte art for you, obviously you're amazed by it "whoa, this is so cool" he hands over the coffee cup to you and looks at your reaction to the beautiful heart he made for you "do you like it?" he asks "oh it's so beautiful, i love it" he smiles with his eyes "mhm, you look kinda familiar" he says and you look at him again "do we have any classes together? what's your major?" you ask and he says "oh i'm hanbin, psychologist department, nice to meet you" he gives you his hand for a greeting "i'm y/n, health science department, maybe you saw me on the labs or the library, i basically live there lately" you laugh a little and he nods "yeah you must be right, i go there a lot too! i have so many stuff to study, the library is a very calm place to do so and i was doing some research for a project too" hanbin smiles back and it warms your heart to have someone you can chat with that probably understands your worries and daily struggles "good luck with that! may i ask how do you even have time to work here too? it's amazing you have energy for that even though you are so busy" you frown, amazed by his disposition "ah, i just help here during my free time, it's nice to take a break from the books and talk with everyone, also i worked as a barista on high school, it brings me nostalgia" he smiles again "oh, no wonder you are so good with latte art, seriously, so talented" you say "thank you so much, i'm glad you liked it, please are in such a hurry here everytime so i don't do it always, but i felt like you needed something to cheer up today, you looked a bit down, sorry... i know that's none of my business but i got worried even though i don't really know you" he chuckles shyly and you calm him saying it was no problem "thank you for worrying, it lightened my day for sure" you smiled to him as you got up from your sit "i'm glad i entered here today, i hope to see you again, hanbin" you wave him goodbye "me too, it was good talking to you, we might bump on each other at the library anytime so don't worry" he wave back and you two go "bye bye" while giggling after you clumsily hit you arm on a chair and almost dropped you bag "be careful" the pretty boy said with a bright smile before you walked out of the shop, leaving his cheeks burning hotter than the coffees he makes :)

thank you <3 n future writer nonie? 🥺🥺🥺 also would u like to take an emoji hehe :3 /nf no but fr this was SOOOOO CUTE!!! let me try and continue…

visits at the campus café would become a regular thing for you, even visiting with your friends for study sessions when you wanted to be more social. every time, hanbin would surprise you with new latte art based on the things you’d talked to him about while making small talk over the counter. today, you held a daisy between your fingers, twirling it while you told him that it’s your favourite flower. “daisies are pretty,” hanbin commented, already making your drink. moments later, he returned with your latte, placing it down gently with a napkin underneath.

you looked down to see a daisy and you immediately smiled. “hanbin… this is so beautiful.” his eyes wandered everywhere, struggling to look at you from his nervousness. “just wanted to… try something… hopefully make you smile.” he then lifted the latte to place it onto the table, revealing “study date with me?” written on the napkin. your heart fluttered as his eyes met yours, both nervous and hopeful. your smile grew even brighter, giggling a little at how sweet the gesture was. “i’d love to.”