#and like 3 classmates today talked to me and were like.. hey.. what the fuck

[riaisnotok]

☆ FENOMEN // s.f

A/N: I had this on my mind for a long time, and I wanted to share this because why not 🥹

Summary: You sit beside Sal in Mrs. Packerton's class, you got bored and write on a piece of paper and tossed it to Sal.

The bell rang, you went to class and took your seat, you were sitting next to a boy with blue hair in two ponytails. He was wearing a mask, you never asked him why because you never talked to him before. School has only started 3 weeks ago.

Mrs. Packerton entered the classroom and started teaching today's lesson, you were bored. You had nothing to do so you tore a page out of your notebook while Mrs. Packerton was writing on the whiteboard. You started writing on it. 'I see you're bored too, aren't you? ' You wrapped the paper and waited for Mrs. Packerton to write on the whiteboard again so you could toss it to Sal.

When she turned around, you reached out a little towards him and threw the sheet on his desk. Sal noticed and looked at you, then unwrapped the sheet and read what was written on it. You saw how he started to write something on it too.

He threw it back at you. ' yes.. I don't really like today's lesson. By the way I'm Sal but you can call me Sally Face or Sally ' You smiled and started writing. ' ok Sally, I'm Y/N '

Mrs. Packerton looked at you "Miss L/N, bring me the sheet here" She said. Someone in the class told her, and you didn't hear. You got up from your seat and handed her the sheet. She read what was written on it, and called Sal as well. You and Sal tried to deny it with the fucking evidence in front of you. 😭

Mrs. Packerton sent you back to your seats. When class was over, you quickly walked out of the classroom to your locker. And of course Sal couldn't have not come to you. You closed your locker and started talking to Sal. "You didn't tell me your name..." He said, school only started 3 weeks ago, and still none of you managed to remember the names of your classmates. "Y/N..I wrote it on the paper but you know what happened next.." Sal chuckled. "I saw that you usually stay alone, I wanted to ask you several times if you wanted to stay with me and my friends, but I didn't want to disturb you."

You smiled when you heard that. You didn't think Sal wanted to be your friend. "If you want...you know.."

"Of course I want!" You said happily. Sal smiled under his mask. "Stay here, I'm going to find Larry!" Sal said then he went to look for Larry. You waited for him to come back, there were a few minutes left until the second period was starting and Sal wasn't coming back. You thought it was just a prank and that it's true that no one wants to be your friend. So you took your books for the next class and left for class. On the way you met Sal and you assume the one with the long black hair was Larry?

Sal noticed you "Y/N! Sorry Larry was hard to find!" You started walking towards them. "I thought it was a prank.." You said sadly. "You thought wrong then." Said Sal "He's Larry." “Hi Larry, I'm Y/N” “Hey, Y/N” Larry waved at you.

After school, Sal and Larry took you to Larry's tree house, and there you met two more members of their group, Ashley and Todd.

And after some months all 5 of you became friends, and let's not forget Chug and Maple.

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#sally face #sal fisher #sally fisher #sally face x reader #sal fisher x reader #larry johnson #ashley campbell #todd morrison

[plinthpilled]

I love love LOVE your bsf to lover stuff with sejanus it's one of my favorite tropes and with himmm?? 🫠

tysm!! here's more just for you anon <3

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you and sejanus plinth have been best friends ever since he came to the Capitol from district 2. you were the only person who ever stood up to his relentless bullies that were your classmates and he couldn't thank you enough for that. things soon became conflicting, though. after being friends for years, you realized you really really liked him and wanted to be more than friends. you refused to say anything due to not wanting to fuck up a perfectly good friendship. this was your thought process until today.

you were walking down the elegant halls of the academy when you felt a hand grip your shoulder from behind. you turn around panicked, just to see it was sejanus. you lightly punch him in the arm in a joking way. "asshole." you giggle. "oh my god whatever will I do? my best friend just called me an asshole!" he said sarcastically while doing dramatic hand motions. you laugh at his silly antics and step closer to him, closing the distance between you two. "sej I was wondering if you wanted to hang out at the park today? I know it's like really last minute so no worries if you can't!" you say. "of course I do. what else would I be doing anyways?" he smiles. "okay! meet me there in half an hour." you tell him, reaching the exit of the building. he waves to you and you return the gesture, excited to be able to see him. you get in a car that you called and make your way home.

when you arrive, you basically run out of the car to go get changed. you debate several different options before settling on your favorite outfit. while waiting for the appropriate time to leave came, you did some thinking. you decided today was the day to confess your undying love for your best friend. it was the perfect day, truly. not too hot, not too cold and at the park no less. it seemed like the stars had aligned. a wave of nervousness washed over you, realizing that if he didn't feel the same way, you would have no one. many of your classmates refused to talk to you because you were associated with the district born boy. you didn't mind at all though, as long as you had sejanus by your side, everything was perfect. you straighten up your outfit and perfect your hair before heading out to the designated spot.

you sit at you and sej's usual spot, a specific bench that overlooks the large and majestic lake. you were lost in your thoughts when you feel a presence next to you. you turn to see sejanus's beautiful dark curls and matching eyes. "hey." you smile. "hey yourself. you look nice." he returns the gesture and you can physically feel yourself fall more in love with the boy. "you feeling alright?" he asks, worry spreading across his gorgeous features. "oh- yeah I'm fine." you say. "you're not convincing in the slightest. what's wrong?" he puts his hand over yours, his touch addicting. you take a deep breath, knowing it's now or never. "I- uh- just wanted to tell you something." you say, nervousness and anxiety soaking your words. the second you say that you can see worry plastered all over him. you knew from his now rigid stance that he was expecting the worst. "shoot. you can tell me anything." he states with the kind and charming voice you have loved since you met. you take another deep breath, preparing yourself for the absolute worst. "I know this is going to sound completely out of nowhere and I'm so sorry but I'm in love with you. I've loved you since the day we met and every time we talk or even every time I'm around you I just fall more in love and I just needed to get this weight off of my chest." you say, words coming out at lightning speed. you look down in your lap, afraid to make eye contact after admitting something like that. you hear sejanus whisper a "wow" under his breath, not in a malicious way. you finally have the courage to look up at him. he looks at you with absolute adoration. "I love you too." he finally says and you can't help the grin that spreads across your face like wildfire. the man of your dreams just said that he loved you. you were convinced you were dreaming.

sej breaks you out of your trace by putting his hand on your cheek and moving his thumb back and forth over your skin. "I always thought you were the most gorgeous person in all of panem, you know." he says softly. your smile increases tenfold as you put your forehead against his chest. you giggle into him and he does too, his body shaking slightly as he does so, his angelic voice soothing you. you take your face away from his body and kiss him on the cheek. "you missed." he said. you tilt your head slightly and cock and eyebrow. "huh?" he grabs under your chin gently and gives you a soft peck on the lips. you lean into it, feeling at ease. the interaction unfortunately ends and you look up at him and flush red. you then face away and out your head against his shoulder as he wraps his arm around yours. the two of you watch the sun set as you praise each other, neither of you ever feeling so content as in that moment.

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an: I hope you enjoyed! ik I say that every time but I really mean it. hope this lives up to your best friends to lovers sejanus idea 🙏

#the hunger games x reader #tbosas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #sejanus plinth x you #sejanus x reader #sejanus plinth x reader #sejanus plinth #tbosas x reader #tbosas x you #plinthpilled

[serxinns]

I GOT AN IMAGINE JUST HEAR ME OUT

Ok, so you know this post? Made by @lets-get-kraken-boys I wanted to make an image of another reason why readers went to the big 3 for comfort and help HEAR ME OUT

So imagine one day you weren't in a good mood and didn't wanna deal with your classmates today but their overbearing behavior towards you was just making it worse

"C'mon y/n just one more game!" Mina said while pulling your arm rather strong "Mina I said no please leave me alone I don't feel like it "But it'll be so much fun!" Hakagure said while pulling your arm you "I said NO" you yelled pulling away from hakagures grip harshly and walked away the 2 girls stood there in shock and hurt a bit are u ok? were you hurt!

"Y/n why aren't you coming to eat dinner with us is everything OK?" You groaned just wanting to be left alone and eat in your room but were interrupted by your class rep iida knocking on the door every second you didn't respond "Yes iida I'm fine I just wanted to eat alone" you said not wanting to sound annoyed to make iida leave "but all your friends are worried and want you to be there even Mina and hakagure said you were in a bad mood so-" "I'm fine iida you can go now I don't want to eat dinner with you, especially with all of you today goodbye"

Iida was shocked at your behavior and response you were usually the one who never gets angry or upset which made him more nervous than before he had to go in there and help you out! "No y/n there's Cleary something wrong! You can talk to me ill listen" Iida began banging on your door which made you more overwhelmed and pissed so without any hesitation "I DONT NEED HELP LEAVE ME ALONE YOURE MAKING IT WORSE" You threw a heavy book at the door which surprise Iida as he backed up, defeated he went slowly went back to the dinner table the class looked at him confused and ask how were you doing but he didn't answer just looked down

You just got back from the convenience store to get some snacks Lucky for you they got your favorite snack and brand all at a cheap price with a drink in hand but unfortunately for you, there were some of your classmates in the common room and it and even worse it was bakugo and his gang watching a movie you quietly tried to sneak pass with all your might trying not to make a sound, it was all going smoothly until bakugo saw your shadow figure "Oi! Fuckface!" You mentally cursed at yourself you just had to bump into the worst one and it was Bakugo

"what do you want im not really In the mood to deal with your Bullshit" At the moment you just keep walking ignoring him for the best but it wasn't the best option for Bakugo "Oi don't ignore me!" He was now off the couch "Bakubro that isn't very manly" Kirishima sternly said while but Bakugo scoff "Fuck off shifty hair, hey why aren't you joining us for a movie what are you scared?" He said teasingly like he was trying to taut you to make fun of you "Bakugo I'm not in the mood for your Bullshit today so please just leave me alone" You once again turned away and began to walk to your dorm until a strong handheld you and yanked you

"Ha!? What do you mean you're not in the mood jeez are ready to cry or something because of my comments why are you even trying to be a hero if your feelings get hurt so easily!?" Now he was pushing it, your hand was gripping the plastic bags Hard now shaking... tears threatening to swell up "Bakugo that's enough! You're making it worse it's okay sweetie" Mina said hugging you even tho you tried to push her off but she kept insisting trying to hold on to you to the point that didn't cause comfort but rather discomfort

"Aw, now you need an alien to hug you, wow you're really that weak I can already see the tears haha! If your gonna be a hero your gonna have to suck it u-" "SHUT UP"

*thud*

You breathe heavily seeing your blonde classmate, butt on the floor, stunned holding his bloody nose but you weren't done "WHY CANT YOU PEOPLE LEAVE ME ALONE YOU ALWAYS DEGRADED ME FOR EVERY SINGLE MISTAKE I DO" you pointed at Bakugo who was still laying on the floor "I MAY BE WEAK IN YOUR EYES BUT AT LEAST I CAN ADMIT MY MISTAKES WHILE YOU JUST DOUBT THEM AND USE UR ANGER CAUSE YOU GOT INSERCURIES" some your classmates tried to get close to you to either stop you or to at least tried to calm you down but you pushed them away or yelled at them too

"EVERY SINGLE DAY I HAVE TO HEAR YOUR STUPID ASS TALK SHIT ABOUT ME ALWAYS DISCRIMINATING ME FOR MY FIGHTING SKILLS, IF I SLIP UP I GET CALLED A LOSER, EVEN WHEN IM NOT DOING ANYTHING AT ALL WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME DO YOU HATE ME!? DO YOU JUST LIKE PUTTING PEOPLE DOWN FOR YOUR ENJOYMENT!?" bakugo didn't say anything just stared at you blankly while holding his nose while you berated him calling out all his treatment and teasing towards you

It should've made him angry but it strangely made him giddy...? Was he enjoying you berating his every action and ego? It made him think things he never thought of before but before he could speak you ran pushing past your classmates not caring if they fell, he sat there the rest of your classmates wanted to check on you but they didn't know where you were... they tried calling you but there was No answer....

You crouched down in an empty hallway and managed to get some of your snacks you held the snack in hand slowly eating it while a big glob of tears was finally released just when you were about to take another bite 3 familiar voices made you lift up your head

The big 3 crouching down to your level Neijire on one side rubbing your back Tamaki giving you a handkerchief to blow your nose and dry your eyes and Mirio couching down at your level rubbing your shoulders giving you a smile

" What's wrong lovebug why all the tears" Neijire said looking sympathetic

#yandere bnha #yandere ua #tw yandere #yandere x reader #tw obsessive behavior #yandere mha #yandere class 1a #bnha fluff #tw stalking #yandere big 3

[yourlocalmikankinnie]

Ddlc and Danganronpa Characters with a Tall S/O.

As someone who's 5'11 or so, I'm tall. And us tall people don't get as much recognition. So here y'all go!

Characters: MC, Sayori, Kokichi, Akane, Mikan, and Nagito

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MC:

He's kinda used to tall people as he's in a club with Yuri and I'm sure some of his classmates are in fact taller than him. Does this make him embarrassed? Yes it does. But it's not in a ashamed way. He's just embarrassed since you being taller then him gives you the choice to mess with him. But sometimes he asks if you can grab something for him if he's unable to.

"hey,,,, can you help me get that? I can't reach..." "Couldn't hear you 🤭 speak up please" "I asked if you could help me 😭 I can't reach!" "Of course! 🥰"

Sayori:

She jumps on your back,demands that you carry her to school and back. She says she'll walk but she never does 💀 some days you don't mind because she has P.E but it hurts your back 💀

"Sayori. Your gonna break my back." "No I'm not! 😂" "Yes you will. I'll have the body of an old person before I'm even in my 30's 😶" "BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH *donkey wheeze*"

Kokichi:

This mf calls you a giraffe. He has no shame doing it either. One bitch slap from you shuts him about the giraffe comments for a while. He demands you carry him everywhere. He will cry and have a fit if you say no. Im talking crocodile tears,fake sobbing, having tantrums ect. You have to pick him up before people start looking at you like your his parent and call child services or something-

"S/O~ will you carry me? Neheheh!" "no <3." "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH YOUR SO MEANNNN *ugly fake sob* WAAAAHHHHHH" "OKAY FINE!- SHUT UP!!!!!" "Yay! Thanks Giraffe! NEHEHEHEH!" "I'll drop your ass in a river if you keep testing me today."

Akane:

She takes your height as a fucking challenge 😭. She will challenge you to a fight and beat your ass 💀. Then y'all go for food.acting like nothing happened even though everyone can clearly see you limping a bit from her beating you up 🙂 your scared of Nekomaru because he'll beat your ass way worse than Akane 😭.

"Your fine! Just walk it off." "That's easy for you to say. You didn't even get a scratch." "That's because you didn't fight back" "that's because I was taught not to hit a girl and your were beating my ass so I couldn't 😶" "well anyways, eat your food before I steal it 😊" "already ahead of you." "Also, Coach Nekomaru wanted to train with you- hey where ya going!?-" "Love you but Nekomaru will kill me!😭😭"

Mikan:

I headcanon her to be kinda tall too. Not as tall as you though. So she still would need a stool to get stuff. But because that's dangerous for her you offer to get it. She cries and thanks you so much you can't even tell what she's saying.

You sometimes put small stuff out of her reach so she'll have the courage to call you to help. But it's just stuff that she doesn't find super important. You wouldn't hid her medical stuff because why the fuck would you need to.

"ThankyouThankyouThankyouThank-" "it's okay, you don't need to thank me. I'll grab you stuff anytime!" "*Ugly sobs*" "*pat pat*"

Nagito:

He's already a simp for you. But he find your tall legs beautiful 💀 he says some poetic stuff he found in a book and then y'all eat bagels together. He always cries when you tell him he can lay in your lap. He's mentally and physically not well nor okay so you really don't mind.

"really?,, You wanna let me lay in your beautiful long legged lap? 🥺" "Yeah sure ¯\_(ツ)_/¯" "but I'm such a loser,,, you deserve a better person😭" "get over here hope weirdo 🥺🥰" "coming! 🐶"

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Hope y'all liked these 👩‍🎤

#Mikan x reader #Mikan Tsumiki x reader #Nagito Komaeda x reader #Nagito x reader #Akane Owari x reader #Akane x reader #Sayori x reader #MC x reader #Kokichi Oma x reader #Kokichi Ouma x reader #Kokichi x reader #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa 2 #danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #ddlc #doki doki literature club #sdr2

[blog-name-idk]

Everything Falls (Into Place) | 11

*Banner by the incredible @bangtansmauyeondan

Pairing: OT7 x Fem Reader

Genre: College!AU, Roommate!AU, Fluff, Humor, Smut

Summary: Your new roommates are unbearably nice and unbearably hot. Good thing you're an adult who is fully capable of platonic friendships with the opposite sex, right?

Word Count: 3134

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Jin

What time does your last class end today?

You

2pm, thank god

Jin

Great! My internship gets out early too. I'll pick you up at your building.

You

???

Jin

We're going shopping

You

Are we out of groceries already?

Jin

Clothes shopping

You

Oh ok! I don't really need anything but I'm definitely down to tag along

Jin

… You forgot, didn't you

You

Fuck, is it someone's birthday?

Jin

We're going dress shopping. For you.

You

…

Jin

…

You

I forgot

Jin

I know. You're lucky I'm such a forgiving husband

I'll see you at 2 <3

You set down your phone slowly, torn between a grin and panic. With all of the Festa antics and then marathoning a mountain of coursework, you had completely forgotten you had promised to be Jin's fake girlfriend this coming Friday. You felt flutters of anxiety as you pictured everything that could go wrong.

What if you spilled wine on someone's thousand dollar suit? What if you said something stupid? What if Jin's parents were so dissatisfied by the prospect of having you as their fake future daughter-in-law that they decided to introduce him to other girls anyway, leaving you a lame, stranded, middle-class loser stuck at the buffet table? Did these kinds of events even have buffet tables? Oh god, what if you had to take a tray and eat in a bathroom stall like in those old high school movies?

By the time your last class ended, you had worked yourself into a state of full panic. You knew you were being ridiculous, but you couldn't stop your brain from coming up with increasingly horrific (and improbable) scenarios. You barely registered the whispers of "oh my god, who is that" from your classmates as you stumbled out of the building in a haze, only stopping when you ran into a very firm, nice-smelling wall.

Jin grinned down at you, some fancy-looking sunglasses perched on his head. They pushed his hair out of his face, revealing his obnoxiously sexy forehead. How were foreheads even sexy, anyway? At the sight of him you suddenly found words spilling uncontrollably out of your mouth.

"OhmyGodJinIcan'tdothisI'mtoomuchofapeasantandeveryonewillbeabletotellandwhatifIfartsuperloud-"

"Whoa, whoa," he cut you off, eyes wide, and he gently took your arm and guided you to his car. "Slow down. Wait, what was that last bit?"

"Uh, nevermind," you said stupidly, turning bright red. He looked at you in concern, though you could tell by the twitch of his mouth that he had realized exactly what you had been saying.

"Hey. You're okay. Talk to me," he said softly, rubbing your back in a soothing motion. You groaned and dropped your head on his chest, relaxing a little under his touch.

"I think I'm having a very stupid case of imposter syndrome and I don't know if I can do this," you grumbled into his shirt, letting his cologne calm you further.

"You seem to have quite an active imagination." You could hear the smile in his voice. "I didn't realize you felt so uncomfortable. You don't have to come, it's honestly not really a big deal to deal with my parents' matchmaking for one night. I'm sorry if I was pressuring you into this."

Ugh, why did he have to be so nice? You forced yourself to pull away and gave him a wobbly smile.

"No, I promised," you decided. "I should be fine once we're actually there and I can't overthink things."

"Are you sure? It's really fine, I'm a big boy, I can handle it."

That was Seokjin in a nutshell. Kind, sweet, wonderful Seokjin, who took care of everyone in the house in ways both loud and quiet, was always there with a sympathetic ear and a silly joke, and was being so understanding despite the fact that you were being a complete muppet. No, it was time for you to do something to help him for a change.

"I'm sure," you assured him with a more confident grin. "Just you being here was enough to make me feel better, actually. Besides, this way we're on even footing with our fake-relationship scenarios."

"Maybe don't mention my giant dick to in front of my parents," he joked, and you snorted as you remembered your prior word vomit.

"What, won't your parents be happy we have an active sex life? We want a lot of kids, don't we Jinnie?"

His ears went bright pink at the nickname, and you smirked in triumph. There was something very satisfying about being able to fluster someone who exuded such movie star vibes. He coughed.

"A-anyway, let's get going."

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"Um, yeah, we are not going in there."

"Why not?"

Why not? Why not? Because this was the fucking Gucci store, that was why not. What kind of money did he think you had?

"Dude, I don't think I could afford a scarf from here, let alone a nice dress," you deadpanned, looking at Jin in disbelief. He looked back at you, just as confused.

"Okay that's fine, but I'm paying?" You frowned at him, wondering if something was wrong with your ears. You must not have heard correctly.

"Sorry, what?"

"I mean you're the one doing me this favor, it's not like you would be buying a dress if you weren't helping me out," he explained. You just stared at him, blinking in consternation.

"Jin, that is very kind of you, but I can't accept this," you heard yourself saying, despite a voice that sounded suspiciously like Mina screeching oh my god, what are you doing? in the back of your head.

"[Y/n]." You had never heard him sound or look this stern. It was unfortunately also a good look on him. "Let me do this. Please."

This really wasn't fair. Why did it only take a little "please" from him to completely destroy your integrity? As if that wasn't enough, an impish gleam suddenly entered his eyes.

"Besides, why shouldn't I be allowed to get something nice for my girl?"

Fuck. It should have been illegal for him to say that to you with such a devastating smirk. It broadened when he realized he had rendered you completely speechless, and he took the opportunity to pull you into the store.

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This was, you decided, the worst decision you had ever made. You had been able to grit your teeth and accept it when Jin had handed the cashier his card without batting an eye at the frankly extraneous amount of zeroes on the screen. And you had been able to laugh off the comically upset expression on his face when you absolutely refused to let him get you matching accessories. That had all been fine. A little overwhelming, maybe, but money didn't really do much for you other than perhaps shock value.

The real problem was Jin. Jin, who penny pinched and used coupons at the grocery store. Jin, who didn't flaunt or exhibit any outward wealth other than a nice watch here or fancy sunglasses there. Jin, who you constantly forgot was anything other than your lovable, corny, considerate, stupidly handsome roommate.

Maybe it started when you had jokingly asked if he was now your sugar daddy, and he had smirked and said "only if you want me to be." Or perhaps it was that he had started holding your hand and calling you babe so the two of you would look natural together. Or maybe it had been even earlier, when he had smiled at you with those kind eyes and said you didn't have to come to the gala.

All you really knew was that it was the day of the event, he had smiled at you in his tailored suit, and something in your head fundamentally shifted. Now you were next to him in the backseat of an Uber Black, drowning in his presence, and panicking for completely different reasons from earlier.

"Relax," he laughed beside you, giving your hand a squeeze, and your heart jolted. No, nonono. "I promise I won't leave your side."

That's the problem, you internally screamed, though you managed to give him a shaky smile. This was terrible. This was completely unacceptable. He was your roommate, a good friend, and completely out of your league even if the first two points weren't a factor. The poor guy just wanted a break from girls throwing themselves at him, and here you were agreeing to be his fake girlfriend despite the fact that you now couldn't look at him without wanting to kiss his stupid face. You were the worst.

When you arrived at the hotel at which the gala was being held, a fawning member of the staff showed you to a large ballroom. As soon as you entered, a waiter came by with a tray of wine and you immediately took one and downed it.

"Liquid courage?" you said sheepishly at Jin's amused grin, and he laughed, accepting two glasses from the waiter.

"Fair enough," he said, handing you the fresh drink. "Maybe pace yourself on this one though."

"Of course," you agreed, knowing he was right. This was definitely not the time or place to get black out drunk and cause a scene. The first glass was already doing its intended work, anyway, and you found yourself relaxing. You had been overthinking again. It wasn't as if you had any ulterior motives when you agreed to help him. This was just a silly crush. He was your friend first and foremost, someone you cared about for more than just frivolous reasons. You were an adult, you could suck it up and deal with it.

"Seokjin!"

A man and woman were making their way toward the two of you, and from the happy recognition on Jin's face you assumed these were his parents.

"Mom! Dad!" he said as he stepped forward to hug them, confirming your suspicions.

"This is [y/n]," he said when he returned to your side, placing a large hand on your waist. You tried not to melt into his touch, then remembered that you actually could.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," you said with a smile, holding out your hand to shake. To your surprise, his mother ignored it and instead pulled you into a warm hug.

"We were so excited when Seokjinnie said he was bringing a plus one," she said with the same gentle brown eyes as your not-boyfriend.

"It's true, he never even told us he was seeing anyone," his father said with a familiar smile, giving you a brief hug. Meeting the two of them, it was clear that he had inherited the perfect mixture of his parents' beauty and good nature.

"Ah, well, it's still a little new," you admitted, throwing Jin a shy smile that you wished was fake.

"Hands off my girl, appa," he joked, pulling you away from his parents and wrapping his arms around you from behind. He gave you a peck on the temple before resting his chin on your head - he was so tall - and you had never wanted to die more. You couldn't stop the flush creeping up your neck any more than the smile that threatened to overwhelm your face. You pulled away with more reluctance than you felt and turned to give him a mock glare.

"I'm not an object Jinnie, you can't own me," you scolded, hands on your hips. He just grinned and booped your nose. How dare he have the nerve to be this cute.

You suddenly felt a pang of irritation at the realization that he was driving you insane without even trying. Well, you might not be able to attract him in your own right, but you certainly knew how to fluster him. Your competitive side suddenly flared into life. Fuck it, you were going to fake-girlfriend the shit out of him.

And you did. As the two of you chatted with his parents, you twined yourself around him and in general acted like the most disgustingly adoring couple in the world. When people drifted over to greet the group - most often his parents, though a surprising amount knew Jin by name as well - you put on your most charming smile and laced your small talk with jokes and comments that were just saucy enough to be engaging while still mild enough to be appropriate. Wait, this was kind of fun. Why had you been freaking out so much again?

His parents truly were great, keeping up a spirited conversation even while Jin left to use the restroom, and you felt a little pang of guilt when his mother told you she was happy that her little boy had met such a lovely girl. You weren't sure if it was the minimal wine, or how much she clearly adored her son, but something about her warm, engaging air made you feel safe with her.

"I was actually a little worried about meeting you," you admitted. "Jin insisted that he was doing business out of his own volition and that you two never pressured him to do anything, but I didn't totally believe him."

By the way their mouths twisted wryly, this wasn't a surprise, so you hurried to finish your statement.

"But I can tell now that you two really care about him. I'm glad, because he really loves you two," you finished, looking down at your hands. You were a little embarrassed, but it was true - any feelings aside, you hadn't been able to dispel that niggling worry about your friend's happiness until you met his parents. Now that you met them, you wanted these kind people to know that Jin loved them just as much as they clearly loved him. Suddenly you found yourself being pulled into soft, perfumed arms again before his mother stepped away, sniffling slightly.

"I think you'll be really good for him," she said with a smile, dabbing at her eyes. His father nodded in agreement, grinning. You blushed in shame and shrugged. Lying to nice people was awful.

"Give it time, I could just be in it for the money," you joked, trying to lighten the conversation to something that didn't make you feel like a horrible person. She just smiled at you and shook her head, familiar brown eyes twinkling.

"A mother always knows."

~~~~~

You were a menace, Jin decided. He watched helplessly as you effortlessly won over not just his parents, but the other associates that had come to greet his father. Your anxiety from earlier in the week had clearly been completely unfounded, because you were thriving.

Everyone was utterly charmed, himself included, and he couldn't look away. He had known that you would be fine - you were intelligent, gorgeous, and witty, so he hadn't harbored any doubts that you could hold your own. But did you have to be quite this chatty and friendly with his dad's friends?

"Well, if Seokjin here is ever enough of a fool to break your heart, you know where to find me," one of them said in what Jin could tell was only half a joke. He narrowed his eyes at the man when you laughed, irritated that you were indulging some creepy man old enough to be your father. He was your fake boyfriend! You should be laughing at his jokes!

"That's very sweet of you," you said in flattered tones that only he could tell were fake, before throwing Jin a saccharine smile. "Jinnie is so good to me though, I don't think that would ever happen."

He hated how much he loved when you called him that, especially because he knew you were only doing it to get a reaction. And it worked every time.

"That's only because you're so perfect," he countered cheesily, internally snickering at the way you coughed to hide a snort. He tugged you closer into his side, only to make his mother smile and certainly not to put more distance between you and the old geezer making eyes at you. You smirked as if reading his mind.

"Something the matter, Jinnie?" you whispered wickedly, lips brushing the shell of his ear, and he just barely suppressed a shudder. Why did you have to say his name like that while pressed against him, all soft and pretty? He couldn't even complain, you were doing exactly what he had asked you to. The problem was that he was enjoying this a little too much, despite knowing that the two of you were just friends, and his brain was sounding alarm bells that he currently couldn't do anything about without ruining the act.

He had approved of you as a person as soon as he had met you. You had been nice, respectful, and hilariously candid even at the first meeting. When he and Namjoon had helped you move out of your old place, it had solidified his impression.

He had no doubts that you could have handled your (frankly pathetic) ex just fine by yourself, but the revolted expression on your face when the guy had tried to grab you had him moving before he realized it. And then you had turned the situation around in the most ridiculous and hilarious of ways, diffusing the tension before it had a chance to fully manifest. The more time passed, the more you had grown on him. On everyone, really. It was impossible not to like you, with your bright, genuine smiles and silly antics and little acts of consideration.

You were always ready to lend him a hand in the kitchen, whether it was to chop vegetables or just sit and keep him company, and were no slouch at cooking yourself. You had zero interest in his wealth, as was apparent with how reluctant you had been to let him buy you a simple gift. It had been cute to see how distressed you had been at the cost. You also thought his jokes were hilarious, which was a major point in your favor.

His parents were currently laughing at your imitation of Jin in the kitchen, and he was struck by how perfect everything felt. They clearly adored you, and you seemed to like them as well considering your smile went from plastic at sleazy businessmen, to genuinely happy when speaking to them. They were buying the act hook, line, and sinker, aided by the easy intimacy and comfort that had stemmed naturally by living together over the past few months. That was a little detail you had both agreed not to mention for obvious reasons.

He suddenly realized he was staring at you with a dopey grin, and when you met his eyes with that dazzling smile, the alarms in his brain gave one last feeble ding before going completely silent.

Oh shit.

~~~~~

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#bts x reader #bts fanfic #bts fluff #bts ot7 x reader #kim namjoon x reader #kim seokjin x reader #park jimin x reader #jeon jungkook x reader #min yoongi x reader #kim taehyung x reader #jung hoseok x reader

[x-xsunlightx-x]

【Ｒｅｕｎｉｏｎ】

Note : i recommend reading 【Ｓｃｈｏｏｌ　ｆｉｇｈｔ】 and 【Ｓｔａｌｋｅｒ】 first because some parts of them are mentioned here :D

" its been soo long! "

" Haha yea "

You should have just Stayed at home . You were in your way to buy some snacks to watch your favourite show but all of a sudden Life decided to hate you and Made your previous frustrating classmate and his scary Looking friend Appear In front of you out of nowhere

" We were in the same class "

He said to his Scary Looking friend , which is gun , you only heard about him from your father and big deal but never actually saw him this close

" Your hair changed a little " Thank god , if he hadn't changed it You would have killed yourself

" Yea! , you noticed"

Its so weird to see his fake friendly side again , I mean you don't mind if he actually kept this fake persona on when he talk to you because his true personality is just a no no . He doesn't seem to remember the fact that you threw a chair at him the day before he was sent to the detention center , you were crying tears of joy when you heard that because if he actually came to school the next day you would definitely be in your grave right now.

" Come with us to the restaurant we are going to "

" um no its ok and am not dressed up anyway "

" its ok we can wait for you "

" You don't have to come if you don't want to-"

" Shut up gun , you are going with us , its just a restaurant anyway "

its like you don't even have a choice

" am really sorry I can't go today maybe -"

" No You Must come - "

" Why-"

" How do you Expect us to finish that chair fight you started Years ago "

"..."

The atmosphere drastically changed . Of course he won't forget that accident , I mean the only reason he even remembers you is because he wants you dead . Well you have three options now to get away from this situation : 1. Gaslight him into thinking he already got his revenge a long time ago 2. Run 3. Fight him . You would definitely run but he will probably catch you , option one wouldn't work since obviously he have a really good memory and three you will lose the second he hits you . So I guess you are dead either way

" Wait, you both fought each other? "

" No we didn't , I just threw a chair at him without think-"

" and I didn't get to throw a chair at you tho "

" You want to fight me ? A defense less innocent person "

" you weren't a defense less innocent person when you threw That chair-"

" Go fuck yourself "

I guess we are giving option two a try . You are now running at a speed you didn't even know you had while there is some blonde maniac running behind you , you were hoping someone would at least help you but people are busy recording you both . You are glad gun didn't bother chasing after you with goo and just went to eat at the restaurant alone

Then all of a sudden goo stopped

" there is no point in running after you "

" What ?"

You turned around to see goo with that crazy ass smile he used to have back in middle school , And he was Seeing something is his phone

" I already have your picture saved , I will get rid of you sooner or later"

" Sure good luck with that "

You didn't really care if he had your picture , you know everything about the illegal Shit he is doing you can just simply expose him if he tried to hurt you

" the moment I know your location, you will fight me wither you like it or not "

Looks like its Time to change houses

" now am late to my favourite show-"

" I -"

He was about to say something but you already started running

" Hey! Next time you are dead-"

" oh you don't have to worry about that"

Because there will definitely be no " next time " .

#lookism #lookism x reader #lookism goo #lookism gun #big deal

[vanishedangels]

I Think You'll Understand

Summary: It's 1985, Luke Skywalker is eighteen, the summer is near and he and his classmate, Din Djarin, bond over The Beatles music.

Loosely based on Heartstopper season one.

Pairing: Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker.

Rating: T.

Characters: Luke Skywalker, Din Djarin, Leia Organa, Han Solo, Cara Dune, Boba Fett, Paz Vizsla, The Armorer, Anakin Skywalker.

Warnings: None.

Chapters: 1/3.

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Luke sat down on the carpeted floor, legs crossed, Din did the same, their knees were almost touching. Din ran his fingers over the pale yellow fabric and looked up at Luke's face waiting for an answer.

Luke was enraptured by the sight of Din caressing the carpet "Please, please me." The blonde boy whispered with dreamy eyes.

Din's hand stopped.

Chapter 1: Things we said today

He was sitting next to his twin sister, kicking the desk leg with his black Chuck Taylors, drawing some doodles when he heard the teacher saying his sister's name.

"Leia Organa and Itzio Apa." The teacher pointed at Leia "You better work hard Organa, you need a good grade in this assignment, I'm serious." Leia smiled showing her teeth, Luke snorted looking at her sideways, he knew her very well and he knew she was sporting her famous fake smile.

When the teacher looked down Leia's face went serious as she flipped him off, Luke clicked his tongue caressing her temple with his knuckles, he smiled softly when she started writing on the back of his free hand.

Luke frowned trying to read what his sister wrote "Love-ya".

He chuckled just in time the teacher spoke again "Luke Skywalker and Din Djarin."

Luke was surprised, he has never talked to that boy, Din, he started looking around to find him.

Din was three desks away from him and Leia, Luke stared at him with wide eyes, the boy nodded at him and kept reading his book, Luke raised one eyebrow and tried to focus on his doodles again, but he couldn't.

Leia laughed and elbowed him.

"What?"

"Dark eyes, dark hair, hot bod, hmm..." She whispered "Maybe we should do a swap, gimme the hottie and you get that bitch Itzio."

Luke grimaced ducking his head and kept doodling, ignoring Leia.

"Alright class of 85, this is your last assignment, you better work like there's no tomorrow." The teacher said while the kids started leaving the classroom.

Luke was glued to his chair.

"Hey, Luke! Are you coming?" Leia yelled at him, standing by the door, Luke looked up at her only to find Din squeezing his body against Leia's in order to exit the classroom.

Leia didn't even flinch, Din looked down at her and then he cast a glance at Luke before leaving. Luke nodded at her sister who was still on the spot waiting for him.

"Fuck Luke, he even smells good, can we swap, pretty please?" She said when Luke joined her. Luke shook his head smiling.

"So he smells good, huh?" He joked and walked down the corridor wrapping his arm around his sister's shoulders.

"Like a man should smell! Yes!" She chuckled.

"Don't let Han hear you saying that." She bursted into laughter.

They walked towards the parking lot where Han was waiting for Leia resting against a wall, bot hands on his hips, he always looked so badass.

Luke pressed his lips together when Leia ran into her boyfriend's arms and they kissed like they haven't seen each other for years. Luke rolled his eyes.

They said goodbye to Luke and walked away "See you at home baby brother!" Leia smiled sparkling and Luke just stayed there, lost in his thoughts.

He bit his bottom lip wondering how it would feel, being in love, being loved back. He shook his head heading towards his car, he startled when he saw Din Djarin and his friend Cara Dune waiting for him.

He tried to hide his amusement, Din was one of the popular kids and there he was, boring into his blue eyes giving him the most ridiculous dazzling smile.

"Don't be long, okay? See you later." Cara said to Din as she caressed his chest and kissed him on his cheek before walking away.

Luke followed her moves with his eyes and then looked away when he realized Din had been staring at him the whole time.

"Hi Luke!" The boy said with a crooked smile.

"Hi, Hi. Uh..." He said while struggling to unlock his car door.

"So, we have this assignment, and I'm free this afternoon, so, maybe we can work on it today." Luke looked up and frowned at him, he looked serious, Din shrugged avoiding his gaze "Or maybe not, maybe you're busy."

"Oh no, no. I'm not." Din looked at him again raising his eyebrows. "I mean, I'm not busy." He considered it for a moment "Wanna come home?" He swallowed hard.

Din smiled in a pleasant way, Luke mirrored him. "Gimme your address, I need to do something before."

Luke complied, thinking that Cara was the thing Din needed to do before. He sighed looking at Din until he got out of his sight.

~

Din was late.

Luke was eager, walking across his room. He didn't know why, but he wanted to look good for Din Djarin. He took a shower, the end of his blonde hair was curling over his nape, he put his best shirt on, blue as the sky, and a pair of black jeans, he didn't change his Chuck Taylors though, he loved wearing them.

Finally, he heard a long ring on the doorbell. He came down the stairs in no time, when he opened the door he noticed that Din was wearing a different outfit too and smelled like shampoo. "Hi again." Din said.

Luke walked Din into his room, he was nervous. This was the first time that he was alone in his room with a boy he found attractive, he stood behind Din and closed the door. Din looked around, staring at Luke's posters on the walls, he whistled and then he chuckled turning around, facing Luke "You like The Beatles?"

Luke got excited all of sudden "Yes! Do you like them too?"

"Yes, they're my favourite band!" Din looked excited too.

Luke's smile went wide "What if... What if our project is about them?" Din frowned. "You know, the way they influenced kids, culture and the market back in the sixties."

Din snorted "You're a genius, Skywalker." He said in a husky voice that made Luke melt into a puddle.

He knew that his face was betraying him but he tried to hide the fact that Din was awakening all of his senses. He walked away and grabbed his radio cassette player. "So, uh, what's your favourite album?"

Din didn't hesitate "Abbey Road. Yours?"

Luke sat down on the carpeted floor, legs crossed, Din did the same, their knees were almost touching. Din ran his fingers over the pale yellow fabric and looked up at Luke's face waiting for an answer.

Luke was enraptured by the sight of Din caressing the carpet "Please, please me." The blonde boy whispered with dreamy eyes.

Din's hand stopped.

"I mean, The White Album, but Please please me comes second." Luke squeezed his eyes shut and only opened them when he heard Din chuckling.

"You're right, they're both good." Din smirked. Luke could breathe again.

Luke pressed play and A hard day's night started playing, he smiled looking up at Din, he went serious when he saw the boy was leaning forward to take his hand.

"Love-ya?" Din asked reading Leia's handwriting on Luke's skin. The shower didn't erase the ink. Luke relished the warmth of Din's skin against his. "Your girlfriend?" He asked not moving his eyes away from the blonde's hand.

"What? No! That's Leia's doing, my sister." He withdrew his hand from Din's. "She's like that." He added, rubbing the letters on his skin with his fingertips.

"Oh yeah, Leia, that girl is amazing."

"What you mean?" Luke felt uneasy "She's dating a college guy, don't even think about it."

"Woah, no, no, don't get me wrong, I mean she's really cool, that's all." Din raised his hands in surrender.

They were in silence when If I feel started playing, Luke tried to fast-forward the tape. "Don't." Din said holding his hand tenderly "I love this song."

Silence again.

"If I fell in love with you

Would you promise to be true

And help me understand

'Cause I've been in love before

And I found that love was more

Than just holding hands"

Din was still holding Luke's hand "This is a song about a boy who had been hurt in the past, and now he wants to know if he can trust this person, he wants to love again, but he's afraid." He said absently.

"I wouldn't know." Luke retorted.

"I do know about that." Din released him looking around.

"Maybe we should start working, Din." Luke tried to change the subject. Din smiled at him. "What?"

"This is the first time you say my name."

Luke's heart was pounding fast. Was he imagining this? Was Din touching his hand? Holding his hand? Talking about falling in love? Being happy because he said his name? Was all of this really happening?

And Din. That was such a beautiful name. So pleasant to Luke's mouth. The way that short name scaping his lips was making him feel. The way that the name was beautiful because the boy in front of him was beautiful. Inside and out.

"Din." Luke said again and Din was beaming.

They spent the next hours listening to Beatles' songs, lying on the floor, singing the lyrics along.

Din was lying on his side on the floor, his head resting on his fist, staring at Luke while the blonde was singing Baby it's you, his golden locks covering his closed eyes, his hands over his belly, his head resting on an orange cushion.

"It doesn't matter what they say,

I know I'm gonna love you any old way.

What can I do, when it's true.

Don't want nobody, nobody, 'cause baby, it's you.

Baby, it's you.

Don't leave me all alone...

Come on home..."

Din couldn't help it and brushed Luke's hair off of his forehead with his fingers. Luke opened his eyes and froze staring at him.

"Sorry, Luke. You looked so lovely." Din withdrew his hand and moved away sitting on the floor, he looked down and then he stood up. "It's late, I'm going home."

Luke felt confused but followed Din who was leaving the room.

When Luke opened the door Din was stepping out and then he came to a halt, he turned around locking eyes with Luke "I'll see you tomorrow?"

Luke nodded. And Din was gone.

~

Two weeks passed and Din came over to Luke's house every afternoon. More often than not they shared their time listening to music and if Luke caught Din staring at him he didn't say a word about it. Din's casual touches became something common and natural, to the point Luke started touching him back. The first time they intertwined fingers it felt so right that they stayed like that for a long time until Luke fell asleep.

Din's visits didn't stop when they finished the assignment, Luke was happy but he started feeling guilty. He wasn't sure what was going on between them, but he always thought of Din as a straight guy, and him, well, he didn't figure it out yet, but he certainly didn't care about girls.

Maybe he was confusing Din, maybe he didn't notice and he coaxed Din into liking him in a way a friend wouldn't do. He was scared but he was also madly attracted to Din.

That Saturday afternoon Luke was staring at his posters on the wall, sitting on the floor, propping himself up on his forearms "I don't understand why the girls are so crazy in love with Paul McCartney." Din chuckled. "I'm serious, I mean, look at John, he's so boyish and had this bad boy vibes, he's a hottie..."

He trailed off, sheepishly darting a glance at Din before ducking his head hiding the redness that took over his face.

Din leaned forward "I don't know, I'm not into bad boys."

Luke felt even more miserable, he tried to swallow through the lump in his throat. He was being careless, he showed his true colours, what would Din think about him?

He felt Din's soft skin against his cheek and couldn't look up at him, he was so embarrassed that he couldn't face him even when Din was caressing him in the most lovely way. "But you're right he was a hottie."

Great, now Din was trying to help him by lying about it.

"But not as hot as you are, Luke." Din's voice was soft and low and Luke looked up to meet his eyes this time.

"What?"

Din hissed and then he pulled away "I'm sorry, that was, uh, I'm sorry."

"Din?" Luke moved to kneel in front of him.

Din looked nervous, his lips pressed, he avoided Luke's face.

"Maybe I'm reading this in the wrong way, and maybe you will kick me out of your house right now but..."

"But what? Please tell me?" Luke rested his hands at both sides of Din thighs on the floor.

Din looked at his hands and then his arms, gingerly running a hand over Luke's forearm "I want to kiss you right now, Luke." He bored into his blue eyes like that day at the parking lot. "I want to kiss you so bad." He repeated with cloudy eyes and a trembling voice. He looked scared but he was pleading for being kiss, and Luke couldn't take it anymore.

He softly pressed his lips against Din's and he felt a rush of heat running from his belly to every corner of his body. Din's fingers found his nape and brought Luke's face even closer, he slightly opened his mouth inviting Luke's tongue to taste him, and Luke didn't miss the opportunity.

They broke the kiss and stared at each other's face, Din smiled, his eyes roaming the blonde's face until he started kissing him again, now with more confidence and hungry to hear the little noises Luke made when their tongues tangled.

Luke rested his face against Din's, fingers brushing his cheeks and chin "I can't believe this is happening." He sighed.

Din was wrapping his arms around him, cradling Luke's body "Gosh, you're killing me boy, I've never been kissed like that." He said gasping.

Luke felt knots in his lower belly, that was surreal "That was my first kiss." He said frowning at Din, feeling he was somehow lying about it.

Din caressed his eyebrows, trying to ease the frowning "Then you're a natural kisser, babe." He kissed his forehead "That was my first time kissing a boy too."

Girls. Din only kissed girls. Luke was confused. "Cara? Is she your..." He couldn't finish, the idea of Din and someone else broke his heart.

"A long time ago, we're friends now." Din said soothing his hands on Luke's back.

Luke hummed and breathed in "What is this, Din?"

"I don't-I don't know, but it feels good." He smelled Luke's hair closing his eyes. "Please hold me, Luke, stay with me like this."

Luke held him tight knowing that when they put a foot outside his bedroom the illusion would break.

He nuzzled Din's neck peppering his skin with soft kisses.

Din groaned stroking his hair. "Stay like this."

#dinluke #dinluke fanfiction #luke skywalker #din djarin #i think you'll understand fanfic #skydalorian

[alsktudy]

— before you knew it

paring. seokmin x reader genre. fluff, f2l, highschool au, i like you. au, mutual pining wc. 0.7k warnings. swearing

thoughts of regret rapidly circled throughout your head as you walked back to your seat, the sounds of your fellow classmates cheering, “happy birthday seokmin!” in the background.

—

“cmon everyone! lets sing happy birthday to seokmin!” seungcheol yelled out, causing you and your fellow peers to circle around the desk seokmin was sat at.

seokmin immediately started to shake his head with a smile, telling everyone to go back to their own seats, a tinge of pink beginning to settle on his cheeks.

“one, two, three!"

the melody of happy birthday began to echo throughout your class, making the pink on his cheeks spread to his whole face.

although you had seen him in his uniform every morning for the past 3 years, he looked extra nice in it today. possibly it was that birthday glow? not to mention his chestnut brown hair was styled prettily and his smile radiated even more happiness than it did the previous day.

before you knew it, the song had ended and somehow your face had inched closer to the birthday boy. his face was held by your hands and your lips were planted on his cheek.

what the hell did you just do?

as soon as you realised that you were kissing lee seokmin you instantly pulled away.

you had just kissed lee seokmin who was your friend - the same lee seokmin who you may or may not have a crush on.

before anyone could begin to react to you kissing seokmin on the cheek, you slipped away from the crowd and swiftly made your way back to your seat muttering regrets underneath your breath.

how the heck are you meant to look him in the eye after that? the right answer is you can’t. you’re going to have to move school and shave your head so he doesn’t recognise you when you see him at the frozen yogurt place.

as your over-dramatic scenario of you shaving all your hair off played in your mind, you failed to notice the boy who you had kissed approach your desk.

“hey, meet me in the boys bathroom in a bit.” he says quietly as he walks past your desk and out of the classroom.

you sit there staring out of the window in a state of shock. does this mean he doesn’t hate you and he still wants to talk? or will this be seokmin’s last words spoken to you?

you cautiously look around the corridor before you swiftly enter the boys bathroom where you walk in to see seokmin facing the urinals.

“oh shit! uh- i didn’t know you were peeing. i am so sorry!” you yelp.

he spins around at the sound of your voice, which makes your eyes immediately close shut as you blindly try to find your way out of the bathroom, your arms sticking out to feel the surface that felt like a door.

his laugh soon echoes through the bathroom, fuck, how you love his laugh. “i’m not peeing. don’t worry, you can open your eyes.” his hands hold your extended ones as your eyes open to meet his.

he flashes that iconic smile of his that makes your heart beat a tad bit faster, “oh i should probably make this quick.” he sadly lets go of your hands and takes a deep breath, “this probably isn’t the most romantic place to tell you that i like you, but i think it would make a great story to tell at our wedding one day.” he says as he caresses your cheek and leans in closer.

before you knew it, lee seokmin was kissing you in the boys bathroom.

sure, it wasn’t as romantic as soonyoung confessing to his girlfriend by running down the corridor screaming, “i like you!”, but he was right, it would make a pretty good story to tell at your wedding one day.

thank you for reading until the end!!

a/n. requested by @aaniag - i hope i did your dream justice aania 😭🤍 if it was closer to his bday i wldve posted it then but its so far so… im posting it now HAHAH also same au as i like you - read it here!

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[matamisin]

I keep forgetting my glasses arent normal aksbxnaksb

#i wore my glasses today bc i was too nervous to wear contacts #and like 3 classmates today talked to me and were like.. hey.. what the fuck #and IWAS LIKE AOWISKDJDJ IM SORRY #jkjk they meant no harm #its p common tho #when we went to the philippines last summer and saw relatives who hadnt seen me for like 10 years #a lot of them were like oi nakakita pa ba ang anak mo?? grabe naman nang salamin niya ano ba yan #basicaly asking my parents hey can your kid still see her glasses are so bad??? whats up with that #and they wear it and theyre like OH SOSBXKXJ I CANT SEE AND IM LIKE YEAH I KNOW I CANT EITHER BRO #alwnsbxksk i love surprising people with two things.. or three #one is my exact height and two is my age #and 3 are my glasses cause theyre thicc #theyre like almost a centimeter thick #theyre poppin outta the frames like craaaaaazy #the only pretty i am is pretty blind akwjdbaks jkjk im hella adorable AND blind

[3seven-gambler]

#⌁꒰Fuγuhiko, Nɑgito, Mondo ɑnd Izuɾu thinking theiɾ Fem!S/O is cheɑting on them heɑdcɑnons꒱

⋆ word count: 2010

⋆ genre: angst, fluff 

࿐♡Fꮜꭹꮜꮋꮖꮶꮻ Ꮶꮜꮓꮜꭱꭹꮜ:

⋆ He doesn’t stalk you, but he tends to send Peko to see what are you doing whenever you go out, but just because he’s scared that something might happen if he’s not around you.

⋆ He usually asks Peko to look for the info of the people you usually hang out with, so he already know some of your friends and relatives.

⋆ So when Peko came with a profile of a boy and saw pictures of both of you hugging and walking with your arms linked in his, Fuyuhiko just felt like something got broken inside him.

⋆ Where you really cheating on him?

⋆ He does trust you, believe me, but he sometimes is insecure of himself and that makes him think in the wrong way.

⋆ So when you came back to your shared house, he immediately confronts you, not asking anything to you first.

⋆ -“So you are cheating, huh?”

⋆ You first smiled at him when you saw him, but your face then changed to a very confused one and you just stayed silent looking at him with curious eyes, wanting to understand the situation.

⋆ -“Fuck (Y/N) say something!” he screamed.

⋆ -“I don’t understan what you are saying Fuyuhiko, you actually think I’m cheating on you? why?”

⋆ He walked over where you were standing and he gave you the pictures that Peko took.

⋆ You saw them and stayed quiet for a minute, thing that made Fuyuhiko even more worried about his idea of you cheating on him being true.

⋆ -“Oh so you now spy me? Ok that just, awesome” you said sarcastically.

⋆ -“He’s an old friend of my family, anyways, we are like sibilings. So no, of course I’m not cheating on you, I would never do that and you know it, we’ve talked about this before and you know my way of thinking”.

⋆ He stayed silent for a while, processing every word you have said, he felt stupid now for thinking that you could have even have the thought of cheating.

⋆ -“I-I’m sorry (Y/N), I was just- ugh fuck I wasn’t thinking straight, I’m really really sorry” he said feeling guilty.

⋆ You sighed and press a sweet kiss on his forehead.

⋆ -“I know how you feel, but believe me that I wouldn’t be with you if I didn’t love you”.

⋆ Then the both of you stayed in silent enjoying each others presence.

࿐♡Nꭺꮐꮖꭲꮻ Ꮶꮻꮇꭺꭼꭰꭺ:

⋆ -“Honey! I’m going out! see you in a few hours!” you said while grabbing your keys.

⋆ -“Wait (Y/N)! Where are you g…” Nagito couldn’t finish his sentence because the loud noise of the door being slammed stopped him.

⋆ He decides to call you.

⋆ Nothing.

⋆ He still calls, but now your phone seems turned off.

⋆ -“Should I go and look for her? But she took the car, where did she go? Why isn’t she answering me? Now that I think about it, she was wearing something fancy, and is night time… Is she…? No she’s not like that hahaha what I am even thinking, she would never cheat on me… right?”

⋆ That’s everything that Nagito was thinking while you were gone.

⋆  He sat on the sofa and waited there for you to come back home.

⋆  After like 3 hours you entered the house, not noticing your boyfriend who was still on the sofa.

⋆  -“Oh… you are back (Y/N)…”

⋆  -“Hey babe, is everything ok?”

⋆  -“No, I don’t think so, (Y/N)”.

⋆  -“T-then what is it, what happend?”

⋆ -“Nothing, just you going out in the middle of the night, not answering my calls, dressed like if you were going on a date…”

⋆  Nagito could only see confussion in your face.

⋆ -“Uhm… didn’t you hear me early today when I told you that today was my reunion with my old classmates? and that I prepared you your favorite food to compensate that we lost our date day? And I didn’t answer because one, I was driving, and two, my phone die, I think my charge is broken so yeah, I think you misunderstood things…”

⋆ Nagito opened his eyes out of sudden and stayed there a little surprised, not knowing what to say.

⋆ -“Did you… did you maybe thought that I was cheating on you?” you said more worried that angry.

⋆ -“I… I-I…”

⋆ That’s everything that Nagito could say, he was embarrased for even thinking that someone like you, his hope, could do something like that to him.

⋆ -“I’m sorry (Y/N) I wasn’t thinking proprly, is just I’m sometimes scared that one day you will leave me and find someone who is 10 times better than me, a piece of trash, and will make you happier than I could ever make you.” he said while he hugged himself.

⋆  -“Nagito I would never do that, you know I’m too in love with you for even thinking on that” you said softly to him while you gave him a squeeze in his shoulder for reassurance, for then hug him.

⋆ He quickly put his hand around your torso and you patted him head so he could calm down a little, living the two of you in a nice silence in the middle of the night.

࿐♡Ꮇꮻɴꭰꮻ Ꮻꮃꭺꭰꭺ:

⋆ Ok, so… he noticed that you have been with your phone a lot more than you usually did.

⋆ When you woked up, when you were having any of the three meals of the day, when you were working, basically 24/7.

⋆ He also saw how you laughed at the screen more and more, and when he talked to you, your smile instead of growing wider how it used to be, it just went smaller.

⋆ Oh yeah that really hurted him. Wasn’t he making you happy anymore? A few days went on, but he couldn’t take it anymore, so he did what he usually does.

⋆ Two words: anger issues.

⋆ -“Who is it?! Who’s the son of a bitch who’s stealling my girl huh?!”

⋆ You got scared at his sudden burst.

⋆ -“Mondo, what the hell? You scared me! And what are you talking about?!”

⋆ -”Don’t play inocent, (Y/N), you have been more pendient of your phone this past days and I see the way you smile at your phone and how you have been trying to hide it away from me everytime I’m near. There’s something that you aren’t telling me and I think I know what’s that.”

⋆ You raised an eyebrow -“Uh? so you know? then tell me, what is it then?” you said as if you were challenging him on somehting. You know what he was about to say, and it really hurted you.

⋆ -“You are chea…” Mondo’s voice was suddenly interrumped by your phone, someone was calling you. He quiclky grabbed your phone while you told him to stop.

⋆ Mondo answered and before he could even start shoutinh, the other person started speaking.

⋆ -”Heyyy (Y/N), remember that I told you that the bike was going to be ready in a week? Well I actually could get the things that I needed a few hours ago, so now the work is finished! Do you want me to get it there now or…?”

⋆ Mondo could hear Kazuichi’s voice from the other side of the line, he had took his bike a couple of times before to him so he knew his voice.

⋆ He stayed there processing the pink haired boy words.

⋆ You took the chance and grabbed your phone out of his hands.

⋆ -“Hey Kaz, yes please that would be lovely”.

⋆ -“Got it, I would be in there in a few minutes then, see ya!”

⋆ You hanged up the call and made eye content with your boyfriend, while raising your eyebrow again.

⋆ -“So, you were saying, dear…?”

⋆ -”I-I… I don’t…”

⋆ -“I’ll asume that you were going to say that I was cheating on you, and the answer is no, of course not. I wouldn’t even think about it, Mondo. I was constantly on my phone because I was making sure that my present for our anniversary was perfect”.

⋆ He felt very stupid now, again his anger took over him and he made you feel bad. “Great, just great” he thought.

⋆ -“I’m really, really sorry (Y/N), I just, well you know, I- uhm… yeah I thought that… b-but not because I don’t trust you, it’s just that I don’t trust myself for being a good boyfriend for you”.

⋆ You let out a sigh, you were a little upset but at the same time you knew about his self esteem issues. He always try to hide them but you always noticed.

⋆ -“Come here, silly” you said while wrapping your arms around his figure.

⋆ He turned around to face you and you left a sweet kiss in his cheeks.

⋆ -“Now can you at least act surprise when Kazuichi arrives? He did a lot of work on my present” you laughed a little.

⋆ But Mondo didn’t laugh, he just hugged you tighter and hide his face in your neck, while nodding.

࿐♡Ꮖꮓꮜꭱꮜ Ꮶꭺꮇꮜꮶꮜꭱꭺ:

⋆ He noticed some changes in your daily routine.

⋆ You started to get home a little later than usual, like 2 hours after you usually get before.

⋆ He also noticed that your hair was messy, along with clothes as well. You also had some male perfume on you, and he was very sure that wasn’t his cologne. He stayed silent though.

⋆ But is true that he was curious so he decided to ask.

⋆ He then waited for you to return while he read a book, but he was a little worried. That was intersting, finally something wasn’t that boring anymore, but at the same time he felt something in his heart, and it wasn’t very comfortable. You then entered the door, greeting him.

⋆ -“Hey Izzy, I’m back!” you said while walking towards him.

⋆ -“Hello, (Y/N)” he said looking at you with a serious expression, one that he haven’t used on you in a while.

⋆ -“Is there something wrong? you seem a little annoyed by something”.

⋆ -“Actually, yes, I wanted to ask you something, and I want you to be completely honest with me”.

⋆ -“Yeah sure, ask away”.

⋆ He stayed silent for a while, observing you again before asking. You were same as always, you got home late, your hair and clothes were still a little messy (not that he cared, but you usually went out trying to look presentable, that’s why he founded that odd) and, for his surprise, you didn’t smell like a male today. He then also notice your breathing was a irregular, as if you came home running.

⋆ -“That’s it” he then said.

⋆ -“What’s it?” you said confussed.

⋆ He then looked a you in the eyes.

⋆ -“As I was asking you to be honest with me, I am going to be honest with you too.”

⋆ -“O-ok? what’s happening?”

⋆ -“I thought that you were cheating on me” he said with his normal serious expression, but there was something in his eyes that told you that he was afraid. But you didn’t said anything about it.

⋆ -“W-what?! why would you think that?” you said a little puzzled.

⋆ -“I noticed that you came home later than usual, and that your appearence was not the same as before, and sometimes you smelled different, like if you used some male perfume. But you are actually excersicing, right?”

⋆ You blinked a couple of times.

⋆ -“Didn’t I tell you that I was going to start again my training?

⋆ Izuru shaked his head a little, saying no.

⋆ -“Oh, uhm, hehe” you said while scratching your neck. -”I was totally convinced that you knew, I’m sorry, Izzy”.

⋆ Izuru left a sigh escaped his lips, he was now feeling normal again, as if a big weight left his shoulders and then he hugged you.

⋆ You stayed a little shooked because it was you who usually started the affection, but you weren’t complaining.

⋆ -“May I still ask why did you smell like that?”

⋆ -“Oh, I sometimes go running with a friend, and he sometimes lends me a spare towel to dry my sweat because I tend to forget mine” you said a little embarrassed for your how forgetful you sometimes are.

⋆ -“Uhm I see” he said while giving a tiny smile to you.

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[jakesimfromstatefarm]

not jealous | jake sim

summary: jake sim is not a jealous person. at least that's what he tells himself. so why does he find himself going through your phone when a certain "bluejay park" decides to text you?

pairing: jake sim x y/n [ft. mentions of jay park]

genre: angst, fluff 

warnings: angst, cursing (very minimal), one slightly suggestive sentence, jake being cute, some more angst lol, slightly cheesy bc jake’s just too cute ugh

wc: 3.8k

a/n: ok i loved writing this, which is why i went on to almost 4k words LOL oops. but anyways, i love jake a little too much and this type of scenario has been running around in my head for a while now so i decided to put it into words. also i may have created this blog just so i could post this somewhere LMAO anyways yeah this was my first fic so hope you guys enjoyyyy <3

Jake Sim is not a jealous person.

At least that's what he tells himself. To be fair, in his past relationships, he never showed any jealously. Then again, he doesn't know if he can call those relationships, "relationships". Does a fifth grade relationship with a girl who he was once dared to kiss during a game of Truth or Dare in the basement of a classmate's house during their 11th birthday party count? He doesn't remember being jealous when the same girl was later dared to kiss his classmate, Sunghoon. (Funny enough, that's how the two boys came to be best friends 'til this day, but that's a story for another time.) 

But really, Jake doesn't think jealously is one of his traits, even if he's now almost 20 years old without any experience with love other than his current relationship with you and that short-lived romance in the fifth grade. (What was her name again? Jake would have to ask Sunghoon later.)

So he doesn't know what clicked in that brain of his that lead him to this current situation he was in. He doesn't know why he felt a little spark of anger in him when your phone, which you left right next to him on the couch while you went to take a shower, kept buzzing with texts from "bluejay park". He doesn't know why he couldn't kept his eyes distracted from the messages, although your phone was constantly lighting up because whatever it was Jay had to say to you, he would not shut up about it. He doesn't know why he questioned what your relationship with Jay was for a split second.

In fact, you're close with all of Jake's friends. That's one of his favorite things about you, you get along so well with all his friends you might as well replace Jake himself in the friend group. So he doesn't know what tells him to take a little glance at your phone—at the messages.

But he finds himself doing it anyways.

Hearing that the water in the shower was still running (you were always the type to take long showers), he quickly grabs your phone and scrolls through the lock screen just to find that he couldn't even read the messages since you had your notifications set so no one could read them unless the phone was unlocked (darn you and your settings!) Thankfully, Jake knew your passcode––and you knew his too––or he thought he did. Until the iPhone vibrated, telling him the passcode was wrong.

He must've entered it too fast or something. So he tries again.

And again.

And again.

Until the iPhone switches its screen to say: "iPhone is disabled. Try again in 5 minutes."

There's no way. You never change your password. And even if you did, you would tell him—you two even had each other's fingerprints saved into each other's phones in the past (you know, before the world decided that Apple's home button was too lame and decided to just completely get rid of it). If there was an option to save multiple faces for Face ID, you two would be that couple that saved each others faces in your own phones.

That being said, Jake sat there, your phone in hand, frozen. Why was your phone locked? Why was Jay texting you 10 texts per second? Why did he feel guilty about this entire situation?

He hears the shower switch off and in that moment, he swears he feels his heart beat just a little faster. He tells himself there's no way you'll be out before the 5 minutes are up. You followed a really meticulous skincare routine (one that Jake memorized by now) that took an extra 15 minutes of your time after each shower.

"Hey Jake?" Your voice calls out from the tiny bathroom door crack that you left open before you hopped in the shower, "Is my phone out there? Do you mind bringing it to me?"

Fuck.

Jake shifts on the couch. Taps his foot on the ground. Returns your phone to its original spot. Clears his throat.

"Don't you want to get dressed first?" he calls back, quite timidly.

He can hear you stop moving around in the bathroom. Probably telling yourself what an odd response that was. To be fair, it was an odd question, considering the fact that you two have been together for so long, it’s not like he hasn’t seen you undressed before...intentionally or not. 

Next thing he knows, the steam is rolling out of the bathroom door and you're stepping out in your towel, eyebrows raised.

"If you didn't want to get up from the couch, you could've just said so, you lazy butt," you smirk at him as you walk towards him and the couch, leaving a faint trail of water drops behind you. Jake's eyes follow your figure as you go to grab your phone and lift the screen towards yourself.

That's when he freezes. You do too.

You cock your head, as if asking yourself why it was disabled. He can hear the gears in your head turning.

"Jake, did you try to unlock my phone?"

He runs through all the possible excuses he could blurt out. Come on Jake, think of something! But he knows he can't lie to you.

Too many beats of silence pass by.

"Maybe," he finally says—or more like murmurs. He looks up to you like a child looking up at their mom, who just them caught stealing a cookie from the cookie jar. To his surprise, you don't show any hint of anger. A flash of confusion—and is that worry he sees?—crosses your face for a split second before you shrug and turn towards your room to change, dropping the subject. It was natural for you two to use each other's phones anyways. So then why did you have that look of worry?

Jake knows you well, a little too well. But that's what you love about him. He can easily read all your emotions. One of the many things he picked up from dating you for almost two years now. But why would you care if he tried to get into your phone? Why would that worry you? All the possibilities run through head and his own worry begins to increase. He trusts you. He does.

So then why does the thought bother him throughout the entire day? Why does he bring it up during dinner later that night, when you're both cuddled on your sofa, slurping take-out ramen while rewatching your favorite k-drama under the thick blanket that you always keep in your living room for nights like these?

"Huh? Of course I've heard from Jay today, we had that conversation about that stupid meme you boys kept laughing about in the groupchat we're all in, didn't we?" You answer him when he asks if you've heard from Jay lately. You sit up from your warm spot under Jake's arm to put your empty bowl on the coffee table in front of you. When you lean back, you look up at him,

"Why do you ask?"

"Oh, it's nothing, just wondering," he says, avoiding your eyes by keeping his own trained on the series currently playing on your TV. This would be your third time rewatching this series together. He would never complain to you though, he knows how much you love it and if he were being honest, he was secretly attached to the characters—not that he would ever tell you, he would never hear the end of it from you and the boys.

"You're being weird. Just tell me, or did you forget that I can practically read your mind," you say with a giggle and shove to his side, the one you were currently warmly cuddled into. Jake wasn't the only one who learned how to read emotions; you could read him just as well as he could read you. And like you, that's one of the many things he loved about you. But maybe not in this case.

He toyed around with the contents inside his ramen bowl with his chopsticks.

"I just..." God, how does he word this? Why was he having trouble explaining it? You were the easiest person to talk to. To him, you were the only person he could tell everything to.

"Jaywastextingyouabunchearlier," he blurts out quickly, but not quickly enough for you to miss it.

He feels you shift under his arm. He feels the air in the room shift. Tension.

"What?" Now you're sitting upright, legs criss-crossed in front of you on the couch but turned, so your body is completely facing him. He mirrors you, sitting up to put his ramen bowl next to yours on the surface, but he stays facing the TV.

"Your phone kept going off because of him when you were showering," he says with a little more confidence. But inside, he was nervous as hell, the same nervous as when he asked you out for the first time many moons ago. But it's too late to back out now, he brought it up first, anyways. Guess we're having this conversation now, good going Jake!

"Is that why you tried unlocking my phone earlier? I mean I thought you were just trying to leave selfies on my phone like you always do but you were trying to read my texts?" You question, slightly raising your soft voice. He doesn't know how to react, he hates confrontation.

"It wasn't like that, Jay just kept spamming you and like I—why was he even texting you in the first place? Then your phone got disabled because you changed your password, which you never do by the way, so I–"

"I changed it because my little sister kept getting into my phone when I went to visit my family yesterday! Did you really think I was hiding something from you? You know I can text whoever I want, right? You don't own me."

Okay so now he's managed to make you angry. Good going Jake, part 2!

"Okay but what does Jay need from you so bad that he has to send you like 50 messages at once?" He's standing now. So are you, eyebrows furrowed together as you collect your bowls from the table.

Standing there, bowls in hand, you say, "Jake, that's none of your business! It wasn't even that big of a deal, I don't know why you felt the need to nosy around."

"Well, if he's texting you non-stop, then obviously it's a big deal! We wouldn't even be having this conversation if you would just tell me what you guys were talking about," he murmurs back, eyes narrowing. You scoff as you trail into your kitchen. He follows behind and stops at the other side at your kitchen island as you place the dirty dishes into the sink.

"No, we're having this conversation because you obviously don't trust me! It doesn't matter what we were talking about, it doesn't matter who I was texting! I could be texting your mother and I shouldn't have to tell you what we were talking about! That's why we're having this conversation," you say as you turn back to face him from the other end.

He hates this. He hates fighting with you (which is a very, very rare occasion). He hates that you think he doesn't trust you. He hates his insecurity eating at him, telling him to keep questioning you on why you and Jay were talking in the first place. He was aware that you were close with his friends, but it wasn't until the texts he realized just how close you are with them. It's not that he didn't trust you, he just didn't know how to act when it came to you and other guys. God knows how he got lucky enough to meet you, let alone date you, so the thought of him losing you to someone else actually terrified him. Not only were you his first real relationship, but he wanted you to be his first and only one in life. You were it for him.

"Why did he text you." He deadpans from his side of the kitchen.

You scoff with a hint of exasperation. "You're kidding me."

You stare at him. He stares back, quirking an eyebrow, as if restating the same question back, as if testing you.

You're fuming now. Why was he making it so hard? Why was he doubting you? Out of frustration, you start laughing, which scares him. That can't be good.

"Fine. You wanna know so bad? Take a look,"  you're one tone level away from screaming as you take your phone out of your pocket, unlock it, and open up your conversation with "bluejay park", sliding the phone across the island to reach him.

Jake stares at the phone which now lies there, unlocked, facing him. Isn't this what he wanted? It is, right? That's why he started this dreaded argument with you in the first place.

Then why does he feel so fucking awful?

He looks back up at you, to see you sighing and looking up at the ceiling, as if trying to force your forming tears back into your eyes.

Yup, he feels horrible.

"Happy? Happy to know we were just trying to plan a surprise birthday party for you but you and your jealously just had to know huh, Jake?" You quickly state, voice cracking, as you tried not to choke up. You weren't sad that he found out about the surprise. You were sad that it felt like he didn't trust you. That he thought you were the type of person to do god knows what behind his back. You hated the feeling of not being trusted. Especially by Jake, of all people.

"Fuck."

Jake's face (and heart) falls with the most broken expression you've ever seen. But you're too sad, angry, tired (a mix of all?) to care. Your only goal right now is to not let him see you cry.

You hurry past him, across your apartment, and into your bedroom, slamming the door behind you, leaving behind a shocked, and regretful, Jake.

His heart shrinks when he hears the door slam shut and a little more when he looks down at the still unlocked phone in front of him. He didn't have the heart in him to look at it anymore. Of course he trusted you, he knew what you said was the truth.

He mentally screams at himself for assuming the worst––for thinking that you, a literal angel, would betray him.  First, he thought he was losing you to someone else. Now, he was afraid he just lost you through his own actions. 

He hesitantly sulks over to your door, softly knocking when he reaches it.

"Y/N?"

No response.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry. I didn't know, I let my—”

"Jake just please leave me alone for now," he hears you painfully say from a distance, meaning you're on your bed. He knows the door's unlocked—the lock on your door hasn't been working for a long time now, despite the many times he tells you to talk to your landlord about it. But he doesn't find it in him to open it. He knows he messed up. If he saw you in there right now, crying, he wouldn't know what to do. He wouldn't know what he would to do himself, knowing he was the reason behind your tears.

He nods in silence, knowing you can't see him, but does so anyways and returns to his spot on the couch. He could leave right now, go back to the dorm with the rest of the guys, let you have your space like you wanted. But his heart hurts at the idea of leaving you sad, angry, or a combination of both. He can't leave this unresolved. He fucked up, he has to fix it.

And so he sits on your couch for another hour. The clock on the wall behind him continues to tick as the silent tension in your apartment continues to grow. When it hits 11pm and he's sure you've slumbered off into sleep, he quietly enters your room.

He can see your figure in the dark, your back facing the door as you're curled up into yourself under the comforter. He feels his heart drop a little more when he imagines you crying in that position from earlier. He slowly peels the comforter open and gets into his side of the bed, careful not to bother your sleeping figure.

Laying there, staring up at the ceiling, he's never felt more like a stranger in your bed. It's not that he hasn't slept over before, god knows he's probably slept over at your place more than he has in his own bed. But right now, in this moment, he just felt awful. Like he didn't deserve to be in such close proximity to you. How could he be deserving? He violated your privacy, made you feel like you weren't trusted, doubted your relationship.

These thoughts run through Jake's head as he stares up at your ceiling fan, wishing he could turn back time to a few hours ago, before he checked your phone, before he let his insecurities get to the best of him.

You can feel the dip he makes in the bed behind you when he gets in. Of course you're not asleep. There's no way sleep could reach you when you had the recent events constantly replaying in your head like a broken record.

You knew Jake with all your heart. You didn't have to look at him to know he was probably laying there, hurt, staring up at the ceiling, drafting what to say once you wake up—or once he knows you're actually still awake.

You decide to break the tension by turning to lay on your other side, facing him.

You were wrong. Thanks to the little sliver of moonlight shining through your sheer curtains, you can see him, now laying on his side, already looking at you with so much regret in his eyes. You can almost hear the cracks in your heart physically forming.

His eyes widen when he realizes you're still awake. He opens his mouth to say something, but not before you quickly shift over to his side of the bed and embrace him in a tight hold, burying your face into his chest. Without any hesitation, he returns the gesture, arms holding your body as close to him as possible. As if once he let go, he'd lose you forever.

He lets out a sigh of relief as he breathes you in. He didn't even know he was holding his breath all this time.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry Y/N," he mutters into your hair. He feels his hoodie getting wet from where you buried your face. He pulls you closer, if that's even possible, feeling his own eyes heating up with sadness. He would never forgive himself for making you feel this way.

"You know I trust you right? Please know that. I shouldn't have assumed the worst when I saw your phone. I...I let my insecurities get to the best of me."

You move your head from its home on his chest to look up at him, as if asking him to elaborate. This was new to you, you didn't know he held insecurities in your relationship. But it wasn't because of you, no, you were his entire world. Losing you meant losing everything.

Jake's never been the best at saying his feelings. That's why it took him so long (with the help of his six best friends) to finally confess how he felt about you. He was afraid of letting people in if they could easily walk out. Maybe that's why he never let anyone into his life before you. But oh, were you an exception. The second he met you, he knew he was fucked. But thank god he did, because thanks to you, he's been able to be more open, more vulnerable. He's able to talk to you about anything and everything. He doesn't have that same fear of losing people anymore, not when he has you in his life to reassure him every step of the way. But right now, in this moment, he doesn't know how to tell you that his new fear was, in fact, just losing you.

The sheer idea of you not being a part of his life anymore terrified him. 

"I hope you know you're never going to lose me Jake, if that's what you're insecure about," you softly mutter as you wrap your free arm that's not stuck in between both your bodies around him to gently play with the ends of his hair. It's as if you could read his mind, he loves that you know him so well.

"It just sucks that you could even think I would ever do something as awful as what you were assuming...with one of your closest friends nonetheless," you continue.

"I know. I know, and I feel terrible. I'm so sorry. I know you would never do anything remotely close to that, and I know you would never intentionally try to keep anything from me," he sighs. He shifts so he can lie down on his back, bringing you with him to lie on his chest, never letting you go once. "It's just...I just don't know what I'd do if I ever lost you Y/N. Everyday, I ask myself what heroic thing I must've done in my past life to deserve this life with you and I can't help but think you could just as easily be stripped away from me."

As much as your heart breaks listening to him rant, you feel your love for him grow even more. You knew how hard it was for him to put his true emotions into words, and him telling you this reminded you how much trust he had in you.

After some moments of silence, moments of him drawing random shapes onto your back, moments of you two just holding each other like it was the end of the world, you speak up.

"I love you. I'm sorry for making you doubt yourself—"

"No, it's not your fault, I can't help but think things like that. I just don't know what I did to deserve you, and I know that I need to be mo–"

"Babe let me finish," you say with a little giggle in your tone. He immediately stops and mutters a little "sorry". How cute, you tell yourself.

"I was gonna say," you look back up at him so you're making direct eye contact now. "You're the only one that's ever on my mind, Jake. I can't help the way you think, but I can assure you that there is no one else I would rather be with. And I mean that for the rest of life."

You snuggle back into the comfortable hoodie he's currently wearing (you make a mental note to yourself to steal it from him later) and decide to ease the tension,

"So you're stuck with me for life, sorry to inform you Mr. Sim."

Jake lets out a laugh, looking down at you to see you returning his smile with a cheeky one.

"I love you. So much," he says so sincerely, so genuinely, that you almost tear up again from how content you were. Now you were asking yourself, what did you do to deserve him?

Jake Sim is not a jealous person.

No, he just loves you.

A lot.

#ilovehimsomuchcanhestopbeingcute #enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen fics #enhypen scenarios #enhypen jake #jakesim #enhypen fluff #enhypen angst #enhypen x reader #enhypen jake sim #enhypen jake fluff #jake sim x reader #enhypen jake imagine #enhyphen imagines #jake fluff #jake sim #jake shim #iland #iland jake #iland imagines #jake

[bbyannabeth]

graduation: the alternate ending

please be sure to read chapter 18 of if we loved again before reading this!<3

After his parents and Grover left, he pulled her into another hug. Annabeth smiled up at him. “It was nice of her to invite me,” she said quietly.

“If she didn’t, I would’ve,” he replied easily, grinning back at her. “But that’s more just because I like having you around more than the thing with your parents.”

Her smile wavered a little. “It’s stupid of me to still be disappointed by them,” she said, but he immediately shook his head.

“It’s stupid of them to not appreciate you the way they should,” he amended for her. “But you… you have people who do appreciate you and are very proud of you.” He said it timidly, worried that it might be too strong of sentiment when he was still gaining her trust back. He didn’t want it to seem like he was trying to replace her family, though they really did deserve to be kicked to the curb in his opinion, but rather trying to offer her a second family. Another group of people that loved her the way she deserved.

He was just about to lean down and kiss her again, when he heard, “If it isn’t the happy couple.”

Percy let out a small sigh as he glanced over to where Octavian was walking towards them, the stupidest smile on his face. Percy wrapped his arm around Annabeth’s shoulder. “Fuck off, Octavian,” he said, turning to take Annabeth to his car.

“So do you just feel bad for her, now?” Octavian called. The smile was so present in his voice. “Is she your pity girlfriend now?”

Percy stopped in his tracks, and he felt that anger bubble up inside of him again. He looked down at his girlfriend. There was a glimmer of hurt in her expression, but he knew it wasn’t directed at anything he’d done.

“Oh, did I hit a nerve, Jackson?” Octavian laughed.

Percy closed his eyes for a second before quietly asking Annabeth, “How mad would you be if I punched him?”

Annabeth glanced over her shoulder at Octavian. “Hey princess,” he sneered from behind them. Something in Annabeth’s gaze hardened and she looked back up at Percy. “Not even a little bit,” she answered. In a flash, he dropped his arm from her shoulders and spun around, crossing the few feet of distance. Before Octavian even had a moment to react, Percy’s fist collided with his jaw, and he fell back on his ass. Shock was written all over his stupid face as he stared up at Percy.

Most of the family members were gone already, but a good amount of their former classmates were still around, and they all gasped. Percy shook his hand for a second, brushing the pain off. He squatted down to Octavian’s height, taking great satisfaction in the way he flinched. “Before you think about pressing charges,” he said just loud enough for the other boy to hear, “just remember we were friends once. I know a lot about you that you’d probably prefer to stay a secret, yeah?”

Octavian didn’t say anything to that, but there was a flicker of defeat in his expression. Percy simply smiled and stood up again, turning to find Annabeth with her arms crossed. The look of distaste on her face as she regarded Octavian made Percy grin wider. He wrapped his arm around her again, steering her towards the car. She reached for his hand, taking it gently and examining the knuckles.

“Are you okay?” she asked. His hand was still a little sore, but he nodded.

“God, yeah. That was kind of fun.”

Annabeth’s lips twitched into a smile. “He certainly deserved it,” she said, letting Percy’s hand go. He nodded.

“Uh, yeah,” he agreed. Then he pressed a small kiss to her head. “Are you okay? Because of… what he said, you know?”

The topic of the dare was a touchy subject, obviously, and Annabeth always closed herself off whenever she was reminded of it. They never really talked about it when she did that, afraid of opening a healing wound.

But today, she just took a deep breath and nodded. “I am, yeah,” she said softly. “It… hurt for a second. But I know he’s a fucking idiot, so I don’t really care enough to listen to him.”

They stopped at his car and he reached for the passenger door to open it for her, but she stopped him by standing on her toes and kissing him. It was a kiss a little too long and a little too heated for a parking lot full of their former classmates and the family members that were still leaving the arena, but Percy didn’t care.

When she pulled away, it was with a soft, pretty smile. “I love you,” she whispered. His stomach still felt a little flurry of butterflies when he heard those words, even though it was an everyday occurrence now.

“I love you too,” he promised.

#gray writes #iwla #pjo #percabeth

[keijifairy]

accidentally hitting your face with a volleyball 〃

♡  miya atsumu, miya osamu, sakusa kiyoomi

genre. fluff

-`,✎ ❝ hi! i saw your "accidentally hitting your face with a volleyball" hcs and i was wondering if you could do it for miya twins and sakusa too? have a nice day ♡ ❞ @wansseul

author's note. this took a hot min 😔 but thank you for waiting 💞 miya twins and omi ?? yes please 😽

+ this was a bit different than the first one but i hope u still like it !! 💗

༘ miya atsumu

━ you've met miya atsumu before, and you like to think it was some sort of cute meet you read about, but looking back into it, bumping into him in a hallway at nationals when you only wanted to refill some water bottles was kinda embarrassing, and the sweat dripping down your temple and your hair a hot mess was definitely not cute at all.

━ so you don't think about how he handed you the water bottles with your fingers making contact as he flashes you a stupidly boyish smirk, saying something along the cliche lines of "be careful next time. wouldn't want ya falling for someone else." and his eyes lingering on you a bit longer than you could handle as if you're in some fanfiction.

━ you only bowed your head hastily, trying to hide the flush on your cheeks as you thank him for what seemed to be the millionth time and run away. because you're not going to see him again, right?

━ but then you remember! that handsome man with an awfully familiar black jersey that you made a fool of yourself in front of…is from..inarizaki..and karasuno is competing with them...aaaand he's just standing across the court...

━ you try to erase any memory of your little encounter with him not even fifteen minutes ago, as you busy yourself with your team and hopefully, he doesn't spot you. little did you know though, he didn't miss you cheering for his opponents (well, duh) on the corner of his eye. (how could he miss you? you were a bit obvious with how you sneakily catch glimpes of him, and mayhaps, that inflated his ego a bit).

━ hear him out! he was only trying to impress you, okay? but that didn't really work out as luck didn't seem to be by his (and your) side today as the ball he slams onto the other side of the net doesn't land on the court, but instead on your face.

━ there was an attempt. a for effort!!

━ "nice going, dumbass." osamu deadpans from behind him, some trying to stifle their cackle at their teammate's poor attempt while the rest wince when they hear you groaning in pain.

━ the karasuno boys immediately start rushing towards you, but when they see miya atsumu strolling towards them, they halt in their tracks. (don't be fooled, he's close to melting into a puddle in shame under all that suave exterior).

━ he holds his hand out with concern masked by the same stupidly boyish smirk that's been taking up your mind as you purse your lips and reluctantly take his hand — and you suddenly feel like passing out any minute (the ball in your face may not be the reason).

━ "this must be what fate feels like." 

━ you warily chuckle, letting go of his hand as you clutch your forehead. "if a ball getting slammed into your face is what you call fate, then i guess...yeah."

━ honestly, you're just thankful the cameras aren't rolling. there might be some people recording this ridiculous scene, but you think you're way past the humiliation.

━ "sorry about that." he silently winces as he not so subtly stares at the patch of red on your skin. "let's take ya to a nurse."

━ "it's fine," your shoulders lifted in a shrug, "and no thank you. i don't think my boys would...like that—" you look over your shoulder with a giggle and atsumu follows, only to see karasuno (not so subtly) glaring daggers at him— "and it seems like your game is starting soon anyway."

━ he only chuckles, turning his focus back to you and you feel like shrinking under his gaze. "let's see who you'll be calling your boy later then."

━ you sputter out a laugh in disbelief, as he shoots you a wave with his other hand resting on his hip. "cheer for me, yeah? i'll help ya get that treated once we're done."

━ "this is embarrassing." osamu murmurs to himself in the background with a roll of his eyes.

༘ miya osamu

━ you were only wandering around inarizaki after your own after school club had ended while waiting for your friends, but as you pass by the open doors of the school gymnasium and hear voices that seem to be fighting, you sneakily poke your head in.

━ "why do you look like that???" 

━ "we're twins, dumb fuck."

━ you raise your eyebrow, stifling the chuckle from your throat in amusement. are they the miya twins the girls are obsessively squealing over in their daily hallway gossip? they seem...entertaining. huh, you probably should've paid more attention to your classmates.

━ too busy with their bickering, the twins and the other boys don't seem to notice a random student hanging by the doorway. you should've made your presence known, because it is the volleyball club and that means balls would be flying around the gym.

━ osamu throws a ball in atsumu's direction, but the latter quickly moves out of the way. "hey!"

━ and there comes the ball flying towards you. 

━ "who's the dumbass now?" 

━ "still you."

━ osamu ignores how his twin flips him off as soon as he turns his back on him. he quietly approaches you, reaching out his hand. "sorry, that was meant for that idiot—" he juts his chin at atsumu's direction— "over there." 

━ "it wasn't me who hit them!"

━ you blink, mindlessly clasping your hand with his as he lifts you up. warm. you think to yourself, feeling heat creep up your neck. but he lets go as you get up, and you weirdly come to miss the feeling of his hand with yours.

━ perhaps the ball might have hit your head a bit too hard but you suddenly wonder, did you always have an attractive boy like miya osamu at your school?

━ "you have really pretty eyes," you mumble, the words slipping out of your mouth before you could even process what's happening and certainly loud and clear enough for him to hear. a twinkle of amusement flashes in his eyes and you see a small quirk in his lips. "i must've hit ya harder than i thought."

━ your eyes slowly widen, finally snapping out of whatever love at first sight moment you just experienced. it dart anywhere, anywhere but that growing smirk in his lips that mimick his twin's (but atsumu looks like he's about to have a laughing fit any second).

━ "i...i mean..." stop talking "im to-totally fine! a-okay!!" a-okay???? "don't wor...worry it's uh not that bad… um i think i uh have to g-go n..now…"

━ osamu tilts his head, and you feel like your heart is about to burst out of your chest because you didn't think he would be this cute !?? UM ?? those girls weren't exaggerating ???

━ "your eyes are really pretty too." 

━ he simply nods his head like he didn't just make your heart race with one simple sentence, turning his back away from you but you don't miss the small smile tugging up his lips.

━ he walks back to the court, with atsumu saying something to him that's surely about what just happened but you don't care, you think.

━ miya osamu just accidentally hit you with a ball and called your eyes pretty. 

━ you purse your lips, trying to suppress a squeal as you slowly walk away and exit the gym.

━ "that was some shitty romcom scene that i almost barfed. i was hoping for more action." atsumu's laughter boomed around the walls, and osamu shut him up with a ball in his face.

༘ sakusa kiyoomi

━ "omi, can you teach me how to spike like you?"

━ "no."

━ you gasp dramatically, clutching your shirt where your heart is supposed to be for extra effect, but kiyoomi doesn't even spare you another glance. "tch, rude."

━ shouyou runs up to you, a ball in his hands and a smile reaching up to his eyes. "i'll teach you, y/n!" 

━ you childishly stick your tongue out towards kiyoomi, who does nothing but continue to ignore you as he fixes his stance in the court. huffing, you turn back to shouyou and mimic his smile. "heh, thanks!"

━ you are the beloved manager of the msby black jackals, and it's kinda like babysitting grown men plus not so secretly crushing on the gorgeous sakusa kiyoomi, but it's a job that you've grown accustomed to and actually enjoy. they're taking a well deserved break, but kiyoomi is still practicing his spikes while shoyou try teaching you how to do them. honestly, were you even listening to him? not really. 

━ you're only nodding wordlessly as your eyes shamelessly focus on how kiyoomi rears his hand back as the ball seems to be falling in the air, slow motion style (and that makes it cooler, you know?). you swear your eyes are sparkling as he flicks his wrist and effortlessly hits the ball.

━ you don't know when you've moved close to where he's spiking, but he only notices you still dazed just as the ball slams into your face.

━ "WAAAH, [Y/N]!!!" the impact of the ball had you dropping to the floor, and you feel your eyes immediately tear up. the boys run towards you, with koutarou placing your head on his lap as he cradles your face in his hands like you're a small child. "where does it hurt???"

━ you wince as he squishes your cheeks on his palms. "my face, duh."

━ "rule one, don't aim for the opponent's face." you look up to see kiyoomi towering over you, and you don't know if you're hallucinating but you swear, his eyes soften.

━ "oh," you jut your bottom lip, sitting properly with koutarou supporting your back, "so that was part of a lesson?"

━ "no." he heaves a sigh. "i'm sorry."

━ you bite your lip to hide the smile threatening to show as you suddenly feel weirdly giddy after getting hit by a ball. nonetheless, you wipe the tears in your eyes with the back of your palms as you bounce back to your feet (well, wobbled, but the boys supported you <3), and you really couldn't hide the smile at this point. "it's okay, omi."

━ his brows knitted in a frown. "...are you okay?"

━ "aw, you do care~"

━ he blinks. once. twice. (the boys don't really do a good job in stifling their laughter). sakusa kiyoomi does care actually, but that's not something he's just going to say right in your face, you know?

━ you playfully roll your eyes, flashing him a thumbs up. "it actually doesn't hurt like i thought it would!" even as you rub your forehead to try and soothe the pain, the smile doesn't leave your face and kiyoomi feels his heart hammering in his chest like some lovesick fool (and that, he definitely isn't!) "well, it does hurt, but i feel energized more than anything!"

━ you're pretty weird, he thinks, but it's quite endearing in a way and it's something that he adores about you. so for now, he swallows the words he's been dying to say, picking up the ball as he looks straight into your eyes. "come on, i'll show you the proper way to spike."

#haikyu!! #haikyuu x reader #atsumu x reader #osamu x reader #sakusa x reader #atsumu miya #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu miya x you #atsumu headcanons #atsumu x y/n #miya osamu x reader #miya osamu x you #miya osamu x y/n #osamu headcanons #sakusa kiyoomi x you #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa headcanons #hq headcanons #hq #hq x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu!!

[chil2de]

Hi!! if possible can i please request yuuta having a girlfriend that’s his childhood friend? (So like instead of rika it’s y/n and she doesn’t die) that loves to dote on him cause that boy needs some love. Thank you!! <3

PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE THIS MADE ME SO SOFT!!!!! ohmygod!!!! growing up with yuuta would be THE best onshdhfsh thank you sososos much anon this was such a pleasure to write! i don’t know why but the “and she doesn’t die” had me screaming LMFAOOOO

enjoy! no warnings, just old fashioned cute fluff and heart wrenching moments! thank you for giving me the opportunity to write for the best boy mwaaah you deserve eternal happiness! hope no insects bite you during these warm months <3

“okkotsu!” you cried out, feminine and shrill voice ringing in the air. the cicadas chirped melodiously, calling out their delightful songs in the spring air.

the young boy staggered around, losing his balance from spinning too fast. his fragile hands reached out, pulling in small grabby motions towards your innocent and joyous face.

you were always so optimistic, even when you were younger. yuuta could only huff and wail as his caretaker hauled him away from the playground, gesturing it was time for him to come home. thick and messy tears spilled out the corners of his eyes which hadn’t yet endured countless sleep devoid nights.

he was so far away, but that was okay because you knew you’d see him the very next day.

“okkotsu! promise to play with me again tomorrow!” you cupped your hands, exclaiming as much as your little lungs could endure. yuuta could see the tears heavy in your gaze, but even then, you prevailed. you grinned, all for him.

ever since the very start. till ‘death do us apart.

-

“okkotsu! come oooon, don’t cry, okay? (y/n)’s got your back! see, see?! look! they don’t bite!” you braved a smirk on your features, beckoning the shy and introverted young man over. his face looked uncertain and his lips wobbled as though he could crack at any moment. he took a few cautious steps, maintaining his distance between you and the furry animal on the floor.

“r-really? it won’t bite?” he coughed, reaching his unstable fingertips out.

“eh?! that’s the first time you’ve spoken to me! your voice is so nice! it’s so cool! hey! can i hear it again? pleaaaase? i know you’re shy but i’d really like to hear it! hey, okkotsu, say my name? pretty please?”

“um- i, uh.. it’s okay.. you can call me yuuta.”

-

“yuuta! you’re going to be late for your first day of junior high! i totally told you to wake up on time too!” you stood with your hands rested firmly on your hips, face stern and tone impatient.

“sorry! sorry- it’s um, my hair. i don’t know how to style it.” he admitted, albeit sheepishly by trailing the last few words off into a murmur. you only gave him a sigh before kneeling down behind him, propping yourself up to take a look at his hair in the reflection of the mirror.

“how on earth are you so tall already? we eat the same food, you know. slouch over a little.” you pinched his cheeks before glossing over his hair.

when you ran your fingertips through his hair, you felt butterflies and anxiety rock your stomach.

that’s never been there before.

you’ve touched yuuta countless times, whether that was accidentally hitting him, holding his hand to cross the street…

so why was it different?

you could feel yuuta’s body tense up and run rigid underneath your touch.

that definitely wasn’t there before.

“relax. it’s me.” you cooed quietly, roughing up his hair into different styles.

“like this? looks like you just woke up, sorta, but i think it’s cute.”

yuuta’s heart rate skyrocketed through the roof and his breath hitched.

“cute?” he reiterated, chewing out the phrase like he’d never heard it before in his life.

“hm? yeah-“

you caught his gaze in the mirror, eyes half lidded and attention averted. the tips of his ears were tainted a deep red with small flicks of blush painting his cheeks.

“eh?! nononono- not like that i’m- i just think it suits you, you know? oh, crap, would you look at the time? okay we gotta go and leave!” you clambered out of his bedroom, thudding the door shut behind you.

yuuta only gawked at you with bewilderment, lips slightly parted and fingertips outstretched in his failed attempt to stop you.

he turned to himself in the mirror, studying his features before running one hand through his jet black locks.

“cute, huh?” he muttered, avoiding his own judgemental gaze.

-

the bittersweet part about growing up with a childhood friend is change.

for all the time that you’d spent with yuuta, you didn’t realise that your relationship with him was something to not take for granted.

especially with those around you who would kill for what you two have.

you’d always get mundane questions from high school girls who thought they could have a shot with him, “what’s his type?” “do you think he likes me?”

meanwhile you only played along with their charades, laughing inwardly when he was actually extremely introverted.

“so? what’s the deal with you and okkotsu-san? you guys dating?”

“no. we’re just friends.”

“seriously? you guys are always glued at the hip. you know he has a picture of you in his locker, right?”

“yeah? so do i. it doesn’t mean anything.”

“it’s kind of a shame, he’s such a nice young man.. gone to waste like that..”

“what’s gone to waste?” yuuta inquired with an indifferent tone, plopping down beside you with his bento box. the classmate sat opposite you only gave him a phony cheerful temperament, twirling her index finger around her hair.

“oh! okkotsu-senpai! we were just talking about you! how was your da-“

“please leave.”

you could only gape at him in your peripherals, sputtering on your sandwich as you watched the life drain from your classmate at his monotony. yuuta didn’t spare you or the girl a glance as he worked to unpack his lunch, hell the guy even murmured a small itadakimasu as if nothing happened.

“wh- okkotsu senpai?”

“listen.” he let out a deep sigh before proceeding.

“whatever shot you thought you had with me? it’s gone out the window. don’t disrespect (y/n) in front of me like that again.”

“you’re making us uncomfortable, so get up and go.” he motioned with his chopsticks, giving her a dead gaze towards another table.

the girl scoffed, mouth hung wide open as she picked up her bag and stormed out of sight.

whilst your face was as blank as a stone, internally, you were only screaming in the depths of piping hot hell visible from the sun itself.

baby girl? that was when you noticed how fucking fine of a man yuuta grew up to be.

“that was seriously nerve wracking.. my stomach hurts so bad right now” yuuta coughed through a bite of his sandwich, refusing to meet your gaze.

you slapped his back, because, holy shit??? awe painted your face like you just witnessed your own child talking or walking for the first time.

“what the shit? yuuta? are you kidding?”

“oh, huh? did i overdo it or something?“

“no?! are you kidding? that was fucking awesome! i swear! this is why i love you-“

oh.

uh oh.

oh no.

yuuta let out a shrill squeak unbeknownst to any human being able to produce such a volume. it was a cross between a floorboard creaking, a mouse sniffing and him choking on his food. the poor boy had to excuse himself to the bathroom, hacking and sniffling in an ugly fit of coughs from the food that got caught in his windpipe.

your blood rushed to your head, veins lit ablaze, bones rattling as you could hear the chatter pound and drill into your skull, scoring you deep and down into your bones.

“did she just say she loves him?”

“i totally knew they were going out!”

“i can’t believe it…”

“do you think he’ll reject her?”

it replayed over, and over, and over. what a fucking fool you felt. did he even feel the same?

that’s why i love you.

i love you.

i love you.

a blob of black clouded your vision and you could hear the glass breaking.

yuuta sat himself back down, excusing himself.

you could hear nothing but the tune of his heartbeat. or was it yours? it sounded too heavy to belong in either of your bodies.

his voice came as a wobble because of his anxiety, but this was the one thing in his life he’d be absolutely certain of.

“that’s okay. i love you too.”

-

“yuuta? you okay? you’ve been spacing out for at least five minutes. something on your mind?” you lightly shake your boyfriend, grip reassuring but firm. it takes a couple of seconds for his gaze to gloss over as he returns back to reality.

“sorry. was just thinking about our childhood, that’s all.” his voice comes out deep and masculine. it doesn’t have that tremor as it used to before, like he’d break down at any minute.

you can say with absolute certainty as you stare up your entire 5’10 boyfriend that he’s matured well.

his hand snakes around to your waist, pulling you into him for comfort.

some ways better than others, you suppose.

“can we stay home today?” he hums, resting his chin on top of your head,

“same as ever, yuuta, aren’t you? it’s fine, i’ll tell nobara my period’s making me act up. she’ll understand-“

“hm? you’re not due for another week though, right?”

you crease your eyebrows as you type out an apology to nobara for cancelling plans, glancing up at yuuta curiously.

“how the heck do you know that?”

“i’m not supposed to? i’d always count your cycle so i wouldn’t irritate you on the wrong day. besides, don’t you think it was too convenient for you to always find snacks in your locker when it rolled around?”

“those snacks were you?! oh my god! i was trying to figure that out for forever!”

“i know. i remember you ranting to me about it.”

“you just sat there?! yuuta! you’re so cheeky sometimes, i swear!”

“only for you.” he chimes, peppering a soft kiss onto your head. you smile against him, though unfortunately pry out of his familiar and welcoming touch.

“i’m gonna step out for a second tho, ‘kay? i think that’s itadori at the door with my chocolate and painkillers” you snort, giving yuuta a bold wink as you put on your best act, keeling over and clutching at your abdomen as though you’re on death’s door.

“you’re awful.” yuuta chuckles, slumping down onto the sofa to hear the events unfold right in front of him.

you clear your throat and slouch your shoulders as you pry the apartment door open.

“(y/n)-senpai! i came as fast as i could and i brought you some of your favourite sna- oh, okkotsu-senpai! hello!”

“hi there.” he leans his head back, giving itadori a small wave.

“i won’t interrupt you guys so get well soon! and fast! cause i wanna hang out with you! bye!”

you cradle the necessities itadori brought whilst gleaming at yuuta with a wicked grin plastered on your face from ear to ear.

“you want anything?” you cock an eyebrow, showing him the arrangement of snacks.

it’s not the answer you were expecting, but it definitely wasn’t unwelcome. it made you feel warm inside, like eating warm and soothing soup on a cold winter’s day. this, for you, was okkotsu yuuta at his best, stripped clean and vulnerable.

you’re the only one who he can relax around, act like the world is carefree. like he’s young again, prancing around in that dingy colourful playground he met you at.

“i want you to kiss me.”

#okay hold up #yuuta’s little ‘hi there’ HAS ME ACTING TF UP #OOOOOOOHHH THIS MAN #anyways i hope i wrote him well!! #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk imagines #jjk scenarios #jjk headcanons #okkotsu yuuta #jjk yuuta #yuuta x you #yuuta x reader #okkotsu x reader #yuta okkotsu x reader #yuta okkotsu imagines #yuuta okkotsu

[milkybonya]

heartbroken

order 003 for anon: a large banana milk tea with strawberry popping boba for treasure’s Yedam

Warnings: angst, crying, explicit language, threats, violence

Summary: where Yedam is the badboy! at school and he has a soft spot for you ^-^ you somehow end up as his tutor and.. yeah :")

[a/n]: idk why it's so hard for me to imagine Yedam as a bad boy??? i hope i wrote this well T.T i love the badboy! concept tho hehe so i loved this,, aLSO I'M SORRY FOR SACRIFICING JEONGWOO LIKE THIS JEONGWOO ILY <3 i feel like i kind of unconsciously wrote Yedam as resembling Han Seo Jun from True Beauty hmmmm also i’ve been listening to a lot of Kang Daniel lately and am falling hard for that man so if you see this pls send Kang Daniel pics thx ily

"Everyone move the fuck aside and let me through," Yedam growls, speaking to the crowd that's blocking the classroom door. No one listens so he barges through, pushing people down to the ground if he has to just to get to class.

He doesn't care about why they've all gathered, or the poor student that has fainted at the door. He simply sits at his desk, props his feet up and closes his eyes to take a nap as all the students wonder what they should do.

"Yedam, what the hell?! Now is not the time for sleeping. A student has fainted and all you do is push people aside so you can nap at your desk?"

Yedam opens his eyes and pushes up the shades he's wearing. No one has ever spoken to him like this before, and even the students tending to the fainted person are shocked overhearing this. A relatively quiet student yelling at Yedam?

Who's this? Yedam wonders to himself, staring you up and down. He catches a glimpse of your name tag: [y/n]. I've never met this person- ... oh.

The one memory with you that he remembers: him falling off the top of the soccer goal post in an empty field just last year after class had already ended; you leaving the library and finding him there. Despite being scared of him and wanting to just leave, you approached him and gave him a piggy back all the way to the nearest hospital. He remembers the searing pain in his leg and how fast you tried to run, the wind blowing your hair in all directions as you shouted words of comfort into the wind: "It's gonna be okay! We'll get to the hospital soon, I promise."

When he later told his friend, Haruto about it, Haruto said, "I would've left you there and never looked back."

Even though Yedam knew he was joking, he can't forget how kind your actions were that day.

Is this why he isn't getting mad at you even though you're yelling in his face?

"Just let me take a nap," is all he says to you, sliding his sunglasses back down on his face. You shake your head at him before leaving the classroom, rushing to tell the teacher about the fainted student.

From that day, Yedam decides he won't leave you alone. For what reason? No one knows, not even him.

-

"Sir!"

"Yes, Yedam, what is your question?" the teacher asks, turning around from the blackboard to face the class.

"Can I change my seat?" Yedam asks.

The class laughs until Yedam shoots a glare in everyone’s direction.

"We're in the middle of a mathematics lesson, Yedam. Talk to me about it later."

"It's an emergency!"

"What's the emergency?"

"I need to sit here," Yedam says, getting up from his spot and walking to the seat on your right, tapping his fingers on the desk.

"And why's that?" the teacher asks, crossing his arms.

"Because... it's closer to the blackboard?"

Your heart is nervously racing throughout this interaction. Never in a million years would you want Yedam, the school's most renowned bad boy to sit beside you. Never.

"You've been sitting in the back for years. What's the problem?" the teacher asks.

"There's a problem. Very big one."

Yedam sits on the desk of that innocent student, sitting on their notes and crossing his arms.

"Yedam, can we talk about this later-"

"Nope. Hey... Junkyu? Can you move to my spot?" Yedam asks the student. One fierce glare from him is enough to get the student to pack up and clear the desk out.

"See? problem sorted," Yedam tells the teacher, sitting at his new spot beside you.

The teacher worriedly looks at you, noticing your discomfort.

"Well, we need to hurry on with the lesson so we'll talk about this later, okay?" the teacher explains, looking at both you and Yedam.

For the rest of the lesson, Yedam does nothing but stare at you. You don't look at him, not even once, but you can feel his eyes on you. It makes you lose focus, even though you're trying your best to take notes.

He's memorizing all of your features. the curve of your nose and lips, the colour of your eyes and how they look in the sunlight. He doesn't know why, but he just wants to look at you.

Finally, when the lesson ends and the teacher asks both of you to follow him to his office, you slam your arms down on your desk and glare at Yedam.

"Can you stop staring at me? I haven't been able to focus and you're making me uncomfortable!" you yell, silencing the chatter of the classroom.

Yedam gulps.

"I can't focus either, cause of you," Yedam says with a wink, resting his head on his palm.

You cough, shocked at his words.

"What are you saying?" you choke out.

"Let's go to the teacher's office. Whatever he says, tell him you're helping me with my studies so I need to sit beside you."

"And if I don't?" you challenge Yedam.

Yedam simply glares at you with his sharp eyes and you decide to comply.

As he lopes out of the class in a relaxed manner, you rush along behind him. In the teacher's office, you sit beside one another and across from your teacher, who sighs before he speaks.

"Yedam, I can tell [y/n] is uncomfortable with your actions. They don't want to be sitting beside you so please go back to your usual spot for the next class, okay?"

The teacher only speaks to Yedam, not even looking in your direction or asking for your opinion. You understand his intentions, but it still upsets you a little...

Yedam looks at you instead, an expectant expression on his face. Although you find him extremely annoying, his look is enough encouragement to get you to speak, even though you're about to say a bunch of lies.

"But sir, I've actually been helping Yedam with his studies these days," you croak out, gaining more confidence with each word you speak.

"Have you?" the teacher asks, raising his brow.

"They have, and you'll be seeing my improved grades soon," Yedam says, nudging you with a smirk.

"Well... if that's true, then alright. I'd better see those improved grades," the teacher says.

Yedam bites his lip while grinning, clearly glad that he'll be allowed to sit with you. On the other hand, you sigh. Who knows what kind of trouble this will bring for you...

-

After that meeting, the two of you sit beside one another in your next class. You feel your heart beating rapidly in your chest as Yedam stares at you from your right. The rest of the class has their eyes on you, too, wondering why Yedam is still sitting beside you.

"Can you please... stop staring at me," you whisper under your breath.

"I don't want to," Yedam says with a smile, continuing to look at you while his head is being held up by his palm, elbow propped up on his desk.

"I bet that [y/n] somehow seduced Yedam. They may look quiet, but they might be the slyest person on this planet," a classmate suggests from behind you.

Yedam's chair screeches backwards from beside you and he stands up, his arms swinging slightly at his sides.

"What the fuck did you just say?" Yedam asks, turning around to the classmate who was speaking nonsense. His face looks extremely angry - you've never seen him like this before.

The classmate puffs up their chest, trying to look stronger than they really are.

"I said [y/n] seduced you! And what?"

"You idiot," Yedam hisses, taking a few strides forward and smacking them in the face.

Instead of fighting back, the classmate doesn't budge. They have their head down, slowly reaching their hand up to their injured cheek.

Yedam crouches down to the seated student to meet their eyes.

"[y/n] never seduced me and never will. We've all been classmates for so long, you still can't recognize one another? Stop the bullshit. If I hear this again, it'll be more than your face that'll be harmed, you hear me?"

"Yedam, that's enough," you say, tugging at the back of his uniform blazer.

He finally turns around after a while, greeting you with such a bright smile that you wonder if he's forgotten everything that just happened.

"So, [y/n], are you gonna help me study or what?" Yedam asks you, returning to his seat."

"What do you mean?" you ask, confused.

"The teacher is expecting improved grades, so of course we should show him that, shouldn't we?"

The way Yedam tilts his head to one side while smiling at you makes your breath falter for a second.

"I-I guess we should," you stutter. Why are you suddenly getting so nervous around a jerk like Yedam? No but firstly, why is he being so nice to you?

"Okay, everyone! Class is starting, get to your- what happened to Jeongwoo?" the teacher asks, pointing to the classmate who Yedam smacked.

Jeongwoo's cheek is red and he has some ice pressed up against it.

"Got hit by a baseball. He's never paying attention to the right things," Yedam says, shaking his head.

The teacher thankfully shrugs things off. If not, Yedam would have been in deep trouble. 

You release the breath you didn’t realize you’ve been holding and Yedam pokes you with the eraser end of his pencil.

“Library after school today, okay?” he whispers. You nod.

-

Yedam watches you neatly pack up your things with his arms crossed, unconsciously smiling at the way you make sure everything is in the right part of your bag before you sling it over your shoulders and declare that you’re ready to go.

“You don’t mind taking a motorbike ride real quick, do you?” Yedam asks, glancing at you as the two of you walk down the hallway.

Shit. You’d forgotten that Yedam has a motorbike and takes the thing everywhere with him. Even though you’re a little scared to ride it with him, if that’s what he’s suggesting, you’re more scared to say ‘no’ to Yedam, so you simply nod.

Yedam is quick to notice the way you gulp, though, and how you nervously fidget with your hands as you walk, taking shaky steps.

They’re nervous... he tells himself. I’d better treat them well.

-

Yedam hands you his spare helmet. When you hesitate to take it from him, he places it over your head himself, knocking on it to show how protective it is. 

“In case anything happens, I promise I won’t let you get hurt, okay?” he tells you, holding out his pinkie finger. 

You let out a scoff at his unexpected childishness, but still loop your pinkie around his.

“I’m not scared, you know,” you exert, swinging your right leg around the motorbike as you take a seat behind Yedam.

“Sure.”

Before you can even blink, Yedam starts the motorbike and whizzes off. You’re forced to wrap your arms tightly around him out of fear, and he smiles under your warm embrace.

“You can just grab onto my blazer instead, you know,” he yells into the wind. You hear him, but pretend you didn’t. You’re too scared to move your hands right now.

After getting over some of the fear, you raise your head and admire the moving blue sky above you, the way the trees stand at the edge of the skyline and how the wind seems to surge through your veins as well as directly through you.

You don’t even realize you’ve arrived until Yedam tells you, helping you get off the bike. Regaining your senses, you stare at the glass building in front of you.

“Yedam... why are we here?” you ask him in shock. This mans really brought you to the library that’s on the other side of the city.

“I just wanted to enjoy a fun bike ride with you,” he mumbles, walking up the steps to the library.

Once the two of you find a spot, you don’t waste any time in getting right to work.

“So... what subject do you struggle with the most?”

“[y/n],” he mumbles.

“What?”

“Uh... math.”

“Okay... let’s get started with that, then.”

As you talk, Yedam loses focus, getting lost in the sweet tone of your voice, the way your hands move as you talk, and your precious lips.

“Yedam? What’s the answer to this question?” you ask, pointing to the equation you’ve written on the paper before you.

“Uh... I don’t know,” he admits. 

You sigh.

“I just explained to you how you should solve this! Did you not understand or were you not listening?”

“Um... I kind of just want to kiss you right now,” Yedam mumbles under his breath, smiling up at you with a slightly reddened face.

“What? Yedam, you’ve been mumbling all day today and it’s been scaring me.”

“Scaring you? No no, I don’t mean to scare you-”

Both of your phones vibrate on the desk and you glance at one another. You check yours and find out it’s a message from the class groupchat.

Jeongwoo: guys guys! [y/n] and Yedam are at the library across town studying together! i’m telling you, something is up...

Junkyu: says who?

Jeongwoo: sent a photo.

When you look at the photo, it’s of you and Yedam at the very desk you’re sitting at right now. Suddenly, you feel anxious. Has someone been following you? For how long?

Yedam: whichever one of you hoes is following us better fucking stop before i show up at your house and set it on fire. istg please leave us the FUCK ALONE!

Jeongwoo: shit i didn’t mean to send this to the class groupchat...

Yedam slams his phone down and looks carefully around the library.

“I found him,” he whispers before getting up and running across the library. You try to follow his trail and find someone wearing your school uniform running away with Yedam chasing closely behind.

If a fight breaks out because of you, you won’t be able to forgive yourself... you rush after them and follow them to the parking lot, which is luckily quite busy. You know Yedam won’t start a fight in such a busy place...

“You asshole, did Jeongwoo set you up to this?” Yedam grunts, grabbing your classmate by his collar.

“N-no.”

“Don’t lie to me,” Yedam growls.

“Guys, please stop! This parking lot is full of people-”

“Leave me alone!” the boy yells at the top of his lungs. People start to stare and Yedam lets go of his collar, dusting himself off. The veins on his neck are visible, showing his anger.

“If you do anything like this again, you’ll be in for it,” Yedam says to the boy before he runs away.

“[y/n], I’m so sorry-”

“Yedam, if this is what it’s gonna be like for me to help you study then I don’t want to do it!”

“I know, but-”

“Yedam, I’m scared,” you admit, starting to tear up slightly.

Yedam doesn’t know what to do, so he just sadly watches you as you cover your face and try not to cry. Then, you feel his arms around you as he presses his body against yours.

“I’m sorry, [y/n], I just... I’m sorry for putting you in this situation but I just... wanted to spend some time with you and-”

“You call this spending time with me?!” you sob into his chest.

“I’ll make them pay...”

“No, Yedam. I’ve had enough of your revenge and violence and... I just want to go back to my quiet life. Even a day spent like this has been too much for me.”

Yedam pulls away and steps back.

“I’ll pack up my stuff from the library. Please don’t talk to me ever again.”

As you walk away, Yedam silently watches you, hating himself for the fact that his heart is breaking. Why is his heart breaking?

-

The next day, Yedam is in his usual spot somewhere behind you in class, trying to sleep with his head on the desk but being unable to because you still haven’t shown up and he’s worried.

The same thing happens the next day.

And the next.

And the next.

At this point, you haven’t shown up for a week and Yedam is incredibly worried. He’s tried texting and calling you, but you haven’t replied. So he storms into the teachers’ office, demanding for your home address so he can visit you.

The teachers refuse for privacy reasons, but Yedam says he won’t leave the office until they give it to him, so they reluctantly do.

“You better not be going to bother [y/n] in any way, but to truly just visit them.”

“Do I look like I would bother [y/n]?”

“Yes.”

Yedam scoffs, leaving the office with your address in his hands. He leaves the school right then and there too, not caring about the rest of his classes for that day.

After an hour of getting lost on his motorbike searching for your home, he finally finds it. Slightly sweaty and incredibly tired, he knocks on your door, praying that you’ll open it.

“Who is it?” you sleepily ask, opening the door. Your first reaction is to slam the door shut as soon as you see Yedam, but he stops you.

“Please, [y/n],” he begs. “I’ve been searching for your house for an hour and I’m so tired... just let me in.”

Your pure and wholesome soul can’t say no to this, so you invite him in, quickly bringing him a glass of water.

“Why haven’t you been at school?”

“I think you know why,” you say, sitting on the couch next to Yedam’s.

“Because of me?”

You nod.

Yedam sighs.

“[y/n], you shouldn’t stop coming to school because-”

“The kids have stopped talking about us now, right? So I’ll come back, don’t worry.”

“Ah... right,” Yedam says with a sigh, running his hand through his hair.

“Why are you even... here?” you ask him.

“To check on you?” he says in a sarcastic tone, as if it should be obvious.

“Why?”

“Because I-” like you. He almost says it but stops himself, knowing that now is not the right time but also because what the heck?! He likes you?! Since when?! These feelings have been growing so fast on their own that Yedam can’t even keep up with them.

“Because?” you urge him.

“I was worried. Am I not allowed to be here?”

“That’s the thing, I don’t get why you would be worried.”

The truth is, you’re suspecting Yedam has developed feelings for you. You’re hoping it isn’t true, but you need to know. So you’re trying to get him to confess.

“I like you, [y/n], okay?! I know now isn’t the time but you keep putting so much pressure on me and I just...”

Your heart works harder than normal in your chest to keep blood flowing, and you wonder why. It’s not like you like Yedam or anything... right?

“I’m sorry, [y/n]. I’ll leave now,” he says, standing up and grabbing his helmet from where he left it at his feet.

Your heart races as you wonder if you should decide to do that thing you’re thinking about... should you... kiss him?

Ah, you don’t even like this jerk! Why would you do that?!

Exactly, why would you...? Why are you even considering this-

Before you know it, your body is moving on its own as you pull Yedam towards you and connect your lips to his. The sound of his helmet hitting the floor doesn’t hinder you from deepening the kiss as you realize that heck... maybe you really do like Yedam. Why else would you have butterflies?! You wouldn’t get butterflies from kissing someone you hate! Like you wouldn’t get butterflies from kissing trump-

okay sorry, i’ve lost myself here but i’m trying to say

the way Yedam is giving you butterflies is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before, and the way he wraps his arm around your lower back, holding you close makes you...

Yedam pulls away, panting slightly.

“[y/n], what the fuck?”

“Yedam... I think I like you, too.”

“You think?” Yedam teases you, grinning.

“What was that for, then?” he asks, pointing to his lips.

“Shut up,” you say, walking past him and purposely bumping into his shoulder. 

He grabs your arm and whirls you back around to face him.

“Just how the heck did we end up liking each other?” he asks you. But after looking at you for even a second, he knows. You’re beautiful, and he realized this the day you helped him when he was injured in that empty school field.

I guess for you, somehow this idiot made his way into your life, and his repeated efforts to win your love somehow rubbed off on you. But still, no one can make your heart race like Yedam does.

-

“[y/n] is back!”

“Yedam is sitting next to [y/n] again?”

“Are they holding hands?!”

You and Yedam sit side by side in class, discreetly holding hands under the desk while sharing earbuds. Sure, the whole class will probably talk and spread rumours about you dating Yedam, but who cares? You’ve found someone you love now, and that’s all that matters.

“Okay, class, let’s start the lesson,” the teacher says, only stopping to show a thumbs up and a wink in your and Yedam’s direction.

“What was that?” you ask Yedam, who smiles.

“I guess he’s showing his support for our newfound relationship?”

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[cherryatiny]

𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳: 𝐒/𝐎 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝑎𝑙𝑐𝑜ℎ𝑜𝑙 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 (𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝑖'𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔), 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡𝑦

𝐺𝐼𝐹𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒, 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑤𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑠

⩥ 𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠

„Y/N pass me the bottle.”

Said the stern voice of your best friend Hongjoong, you were at a bar, with your other friends, celebrating Hongjoong's career success.

He finally got the chance to join a musical company and fulfil his dream of becoming an artist and a song producer.

Seeing your best friend happy that his dreams came true made you sincerely happy of course, but a small part of you was kinda sad about that.

Hongjoong has been your crush since you two were kids and now, that he is going to become a well-known artist, he'll for sure find some hot idol-model girlfriend and your love will go in the drain.

Maybe it was the alcohol in your blood, maybe the pent up rage and courage that made you confess.

„I have a confession to make... I-i love you Kim Hongjoong.”

Everyone looked up at you in disbelief, it was until you felt your stomach tightening from embarrassment, urging you to vomit, running out of the room to a restroom to push it out, without knowing Hongjoong was following you.

As he saw you scrunched and hugging the toilet he came to you, to hold your hair from falling into your face.

„I may like you too, but that's something we'll talk about once you are sober."

⩥ 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐰𝐚

„Oh, come on, it would be fun, trust me.” Bullshit.

Going out with your best friend Seonghwa and his crush "to support him" was never a good idea.

Not only did you have to observe the cringiness of Seonghwa's love blind actions, but also see his crush treating him so poorly since she clearly did not have any interest in him.

As the movie ended and it was time for you to go home, you stood in front of the cinema with Seonghwa as he bid goodbye to the girl.

„Bye, be careful on your way home and have sweet dreams, I hope we could go out on another date soon.”

„Ah yeah, sure, bye."

You sighed softly, how could he not see the disinterest. As he turned to you, to thank you for helping him overcome this evening, your words stopped him before he could even start.

„Seonghwa, please stop hurting yourself by loving someone who's clearly not interested, when I've been showing you affection and interest for two years."

„What? Yo-you like me?”

As you realised what you've just said, earlobes and cheeks turning red from the embarrassment.

„I mean... kind of.”

⩥ 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨

„Y/N, I'm waiting outside the house, come on, let's go.” said Yunho over a phonecall.

You were celebrating the end of the semester with your classmates, and since you've had some drinks in you and despite that, you didn't know how to drive, you had to call your friend and deep-down also crush Yunho either way.

Rushing out to finally see your crush, you were met with the breath-taking sight of Yunho leaning to his car, one hand scrolling through his phone, the second one chilling in his pockets.

„Yuyu, my love, you’re here.”

„Gosh, Y/N you’re so drunk, I’m glad you called me and didn’t try to go home on your own. I don’t want to imagine what could’ve happened.“

„But nothing happened since I called that handsome guy I love.“

Yunho shook his head at your drunk talk, were you talking about him? Not knowing the sincerity of your words, but in the depth of his soul, he hoped the words that came out of your mouth were true...

⩥ 𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐞𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠

„Happy Birthday dear Mr. Kang, happy birthday to you.“

Handclap noisier than the song of celebration for your boss, Kang Yeosang.

Although being a CEO, he was really warm-hearted and kind, not like the basic CEO type who’s cold and arrogant.

Being his secretary helped you to get to know him better over the years, but also made you grow feelings for him. You sometimes just zoned out and stared at his handsome face for hours, just like now.

„Y/N, can you please follow me to my office, I need to talk to you.“

You had no idea what Yeosang wanted to talk about, feeling only one emotion. Fear. Did he find out you like him? Did you do something wrong? Is he going to fire you? As he closed the door after you two, you couldn’t even look him in the eye, rather observing your high-heels.

„Y/N, what’s with you these days? You seem... different. Your mood’s been down lately, you’re impercipient. You know you can tell me anything, i want my most important employee to be happy.“

Employee. That’s all you were.

„I know you’re probably gonna get mad and I fully understand, feel free to fire me, but truth to be told, over the years I’ve been working for you, I grew feelings and I just can’t get over it... I-I love you, Mr. Kang.“

Yeosang’s face went pale, absorbing the words you’ve just said, mind going blank from the sudden confession.

„I don’t know what to say, Y/N. I mean... you’re a nice, young, hardworking girl, but.. I-I might need a few days to let it sink and think it over.“

⩥ 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐧

San's hips moved to the rhythm of the music, his hands on the waist of some random girl, their sensual dancing just irritating you.

It wasn't like you and San were dating or anything, but you still couldn't stand the thought of him being with anyone else. An annoyed groan coming out of your mouth as you picked your glass and took a shot to drink away those thoughts. San taking the girl by her hand and coming your way.

„Hey Y/N I just wanted to say goodbye, since I’m leaving with Sora to my place, if you need anything you can call, but I don’t think I’ll be able to pick up, since my hands will have other work to do, so rather try Seonghwa.“

„Yeah, I thought so, just don’t forget to wear a condom when you get your dick wet, cuz it looks like you’ll end up with STD.“ you responded, rolling your eyes at him.

„Why are you so rude and foul today, are you jealous because I get some pussy and you’re left with no dick because no one wants to approach you since you’re so mean? Get your act together and we can talk tomorrow.“

„No San, you want to know why am I so cheeky? It’s because I have to watch the man I love fuck around with a random hooker. Go enjoy your dick appointment now, you must be busy.“ Without thinking of it any more, you left him there, your aura for sure full of pure rage.

⩥ 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐠

„Ew fuck no, Yeosang that’s nasty, I wish I could go back in time to five minutes ago when I didn’t hear this confession“ laughed Wooyoung at Yeosang’s confession in the game truth or dare.

Wooyoung took the bottle from Jongho’s hand, ready to spin the bottle and let it pick another victim of his stupid asks and dares. Spinning the bottle, it landed on you. Wooyoung's eyes already glistening from the excitement of daring or asking you something.

„So, Y/N, truth or dare?”

„Dare” a playful smirk finding its place on Wooyoung's face

„I dare you to kiss the person in this room, you have feelings for.”

You immediately started to regret telling him, that you like Mingi, the look in your eyes scolding him.

„Okay, but you all have to close your eyes.”

The 8 boys and your other 3 girl friends closed their eyes, as you hesitantly got up, making your way to Mingi, your crush of 5 months. Sitting on the ground next to him, your fingers landed on his jaw as your lips met his. Mingi’s eyes shot open as all your friends started applauding at your confession.

„I-I think i have feelings for you too Y/N...“

⩥ 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠

You were currently in the changing room, packing your belongings, to take from your workplace. You decided to leave your job as a makeup artist and stylist for the group ATEEZ. The reason was the fact that you liked one of the members and didn’t want to cause any problems to the groups, you knew it was inappropriate to like him, but it was irresistible.

You attached feelings for Wooyoung when you first started to work with them. All eight boys were absolutely amazing, but Wooyoung was just... different. He sparked a flame of interest in you, his personality, his talent, his looks, all those drew you to Wooyoung.

As you cleaned all your makeup brushes, the door to the changing room opened, as the figure of the aforementioned boy stood there.

„What are you doing Y/N? Why are you packing your things, are you going somewhere?“

„I’m leaving, Wooyoung.“

„What, why?“

„That is none of your concers.“

„It is, you’re my stylist, but more importantly, you’re my friend.“

„Yeah, that’s the problem Wooyoung, I’m your stylist - your colleague, that’s why I have to leave.“  

„Why would you have to leave because you’re my stylist, what ar-“

„Because I like you Wooyoung, okay?! That’s why I can’t keep on working with you and mix my feelings into my job, it’s inappropriate, now if you excuse me, I’m leaving.“

The boy stood there as a column, without any movement. Should he go after you, accept your feelings and then you’ll keep on working with him and being his friend, or should he stay there and not go after you? Either way, it was already too late...

⩥ 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨

„So, what’s new in your life, Y/N? We haven’t seen each other for a long time because of our busy schedules.“ Jongho said as he sipped on his boba tea.

„Well, not that much happened in my life. You know how it is, a lot of work and stress, and lesser free time and sleep. I’ve bought a new notebook since my old one broke down and uhm... yeah well... I’ve been catching feelings for this boy lately.“

„Wow, really? I’m so happy for you Y/N, tell me more about it, I need to know what kind of a boy owns my bestie’s heart.“

„Well, he’s a really talented singer, he’s kind and funny, he’s more of an athletic type, hmm... and he’s really really strong. But he’s for real one of the nicest and best persons I’ve ever met, I like him, but I don’t know whether to tell him, because I'm not certain of his feelings...“

„Wow, he seems to be a nice guy, but don’t be blinded by your feelings, if he doesn’t like you, let it be, I don’t want you to get hurt, because of some stupid boy who won’t acknowledge the feelings such a beautiful and amazing woman like you has for him. Anyway, do I know him or who is he? I’m like really really curious right now.“

„It’s you Jongho.. you’re the boy i like.“

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