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leilakisakabiri · 11 months

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heyy, can u write one where gavi is obsessed by reader's smell?

Surprise (Gavi)

Summary: You and Gavi are in a long-distance relationship and you go to his game to surprise him, but he catches you.

Warning(s): None

Requested: Yes

A/N: Hey anon! Thank you so much for the request and thanks for being patient. Hopefully, I did the prompt justice! Not proofread.

Word Count: [1666]

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You had reached out to Pedri a week ago asking him to help you surprise Gavi at the final La Liga game.

You were in university studying in America, and the two of you had been doing long distance since last summer. It was now early May and you had finished your exams just in time to be in Barcelona for the final game.

You had lied and told Gavi you wouldn’t be done for another week, before wishing him the best and making yourself scarce, telling him you were busy studying.

In the meantime, you had set up a plan to surprise him with Pedri and booked your tickets.

Once you landed in Barcelona, Pedri came to pick you up. You both smiled at each other warmly, telling each other about your lives since you’d been apart.

“I haven’t seen you since December. How have you been hermana?” Pedri questioned.

You laughed, telling him about your school and all the things you and your friends got up to.

“That sounds so fun. Now I’m jealous I never got to go to school in America!” He exclaimed.

“Mm. It’s probably not as fun as being a famous footballer.” You shrugged playfully.

“Yah I guess that’s cool too.” He remarked.

Before you knew it, you were pulling up to the stadium, and the nerves were beginning to set it in. You hadn’t seen Gavi in almost six months and you were a little nervous to see him again. Did he look the same? Would he be excited to see you?

Pedri could tell that you were getting in your head, and he placed a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“Don’t overthink it, he’ll be happy to see you. He was so sad you couldn’t be here.”

You looked up at him, “Really?”

He nodded affirmatively and you felt yourself loosen up, “Thanks Pedri.”

He gave you a smile, ushering you out of the car and into the stadium.

“Ok so we only have a few minutes before the rest of the team gets here so we have to be quick.” Pedri spoke leading you into the locker room.

The plan was that you would leave a note in Gavi’s locker telling him to look up into the family section of the stands, and he would glance up before the game and see you standing there wearing his jersey, cheering him on.

You didn’t want to mess up the before-game ritual, or the meeting with his team, so you opted for seeing him after the game as opposed to before.

You had just placed the note in his locker when you heard the locker room door open, male voices filling the air.

You looked up at Pedri in horror, his facial expression mirroring yours, as you both froze.

He snapped out of it first and pushed you towards the showers, “Oh shit, go hide!”

You had just snapped the shower curtain closed when you heard a voice, “Pedri, hey man. Why are you here so early?”

You heard Pedri let out an awkward laugh, and you cringed, poor boy was never a good liar, “Oh hey Ansu. Uhm- y’know just like to be early.”

A new voice responded, “Really since when?”

You breath caught in your throat, it was Gavi.

It had been so long since you heard his voice in person, it sounded so real, and so close. You felt a wave of emotions hit you. Hearing his voice made it ten times harder to keep yourself hidden, and only amplified how much you missed him.

“Ehh big game so wanted to start now.”

The boys seemed to accept his answer, continuing their conversation.

You silently prayed that they would move toward the other end of the locker room so that you could make a quick escape.

But it seemed like luck was not on your side today.

Gavi was in the middle of a sentence when he abruptly cut himself off.

“Do you smell that?” He asked, pausing to inhale.

“Did you just sniff the air?” Pedri asked him, trying to hold back his laughter.

“Shut up, it smells like Y/n.”

You felt your blood run cold. Oh shit. You had totally forgot about your perfume.

You had bought the perfume months ago, back when you were still with Gavi in Barcelona last summer. You had been looking for something that smelled like warm summer nights and when you found it you bought it instantly. However, it wasn’t just you who loved the smell as just twenty minutes after you wore it for the first time Gavi had you spread out on the couch, lips planting kisses all over you, hands exploring every inch of your body.

“You smell so good.” He groaned, kissing the column of your neck.

Your breathing was unsteady, and you found it hard to concentrate, “Thanks, I just bought it. It’s supposed to smell like summer."

“Well whatever it is, I love it.” Gavi murmured, his words caught between his mouth and your skin.

Since then, it had become your everyday perfume, and you spent the rest of summer wearing it and driving Gavi crazy.

He said it smelled exactly how he imagined you to be. Sweet and intoxicating.

Now you were wearing the same exact perfume, having forgotten about Gavi’s obsession with it.

You were scared that you had just outed yourself, but you were also impressed that the perfume had lingered for that long.

Guess it was a good buy.

“What?” Pedri asked him pretending to be confused, his voice pulling you out of your thoughts.

“She always smells like coconut and jasmine, and the locker room smells exactly like that.”

“I think the dirty socks are getting to your head. Go get ready.” Pedri retorted, trying to steer the conversation away from you.

Gavi shook his head, “Pedri I swear. Am I going crazy?”

Ansu spoke, “Nah bro I smell it too.”

That was all the confirmation Gavi needed, “Where is it coming from?” He asked as he set his bag down beginning to move around the room.

You could hear Pedri shuffling as well, presumably following the boy, “C’mon this is stupid. Let’s focus on the game. The rest of the team will be here any minute.”

Gavi sighed, “Ok yah.” He resigned, moving to go change into his uniform.

“Be honest Pedri, did you have a girl in here?” Ansu asked playfully.

You heard Pedri sputter, and you let out a small gasp, not being able to hold back your laughter.

“What was that?”

“What?” Pedri asked, his voice rising unintentionally.

“Swear I heard something over there.” Ansu stated.

You bit your lip, moving back into the shower, cursing yourself for making noise.

It was quiet for a moment, and then a second later you felt the shower curtain being ripped open.

You were greeted by a very stressed-out Pedri and a confused Ansu.

“What the fu-“ You desperately held up a finger to your mouth, pleading with him to be silent.

“What?” Gavi asked coming over.

Ansu quickly shut the curtain again, “Oh nothing. Just thought I saw a spider.”

They all moved away from the showers, and you let out a breathe. You couldn’t believe how close you were to being caught.

All you had wanted to do was surprise your boyfriend, but that was turning out to be much harder than you thought.

You heard more voices begin to fill the locker room, and you wondered if Pedri was going to come and get you or if you were on your own.

A moment later, the shower curtain slowly opened and Pedri popped his head inside.

“That was so close!” He whispered.

You stepped out of the shower, “I know! Now get me out of here.”

“Ok, most of the guys are in the main changing area, waiting for coach. We’re going the other way, so just walk in front of me and we’ll be good.”

You nodded, feeling Pedri walk behind you as you took a left out of the shower area.

You had your sights fixed on the door and were just steps away when a voice interrupted. “Pedri, do you know anything about this no-“ You heard Gavi ask before his voice faltered,

“Who’s that?”

You squeezed your eyes shut, knowing your cover had officially been blown.

You felt Pedri freeze behind you. He began to speak without turning around, scrambling to come up with something.

You cut him off, turning around and finally revealing yourself, “Surprise!”

Gavi stood there in shock staring at you for about five seconds, unmoving, before his body caught up to his brain and then he was colliding into you, arms wrapping around you and pulling you into a tight hug.

“Holy shit. Y/n? What are you doing here bebe?” He asked his voice rising in excitement.

You giggled as he picked you up, spinning you around.

You looked up at him once he put you down, reaching up to caress his cheek, “I wanted to surprise you! But you kind of ruined it for yourself.” You admitted.

“I don’t even care. I’m so happy you’re here.” He spoke, grabbing your hand and intertwining your fingers.

You smiled, kissing his cheek as you promised you’d find him after the game.

He walked you to the door, as you basked in each other’s presence.

You gave him one last kiss before pulling away.

“I knew I smelled you!” he exclaimed.

You giggled, “Yah I forgot about that. Can’t believe you sniffed me out.” You teased while ruffling his hair.

He gave you a playful glare before fixing his hair, “Oh c’mon you know I love it.”

You smiled, “I know.”

You gave him one last wave before turning and walking through the tunnels towards the seats.

You heard him yell after you, “Nice jersey!”

You turned around, a grin on your face, “Thanks. It’s my boyfriend’s.”

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ghostfacd · 9 months

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it’s not what he’s made for | quinn hughes

— “I’M THE SWEETEST GIRL IN TOWN, SO WHY ARE YOU SO MEAN?”

summary; in which you have to accept the fact that quinn hughes will never change and that’s just who he is.

pairing; quinn hughes x fem!reader (platonic jack x reader and luke x reader)

genre; angst, no happy ending, reader has daddy issues, quinn is a pretty shitty person in this (sorry quinnier, love u!)

Quinn Hughes didn’t like you. And you had no idea why.

You had always been Jack’s best friend, ever since the eighth grade when he accidentally tripped you and promised you ice cream if you stopped crying.

Their lake house was nothing new to you; in fact, you’d probably gone a thousand times, an experience other girls could only dream about. You were able to become close to Ellen and Jim, who had found you cute and adorable, glad you were their middle son’s best friend.

Luke, who was younger than you, always looked up to you as his big sister, and every Hughes seem to love you except Quinn.

“You know he’s just grumpy, right?” Jack whispers as he takes a seat next to you on the kitchen stool.

He knew about your feelings towards Quinn, being grossed out at first when you told him that you had liked his older brother. But, you were his best friend, and seeing you so sad over his own brother also broke his heart.

It wasn’t until the day your first serious boyfriend broke up with you that Quinn showed you sympathy. He was an asshole but not that much of an asshole—or so you thought.

You had cried your entire heart out on the lake-house’s dock, body shaking as you tried to steady your breaths. It was just so when Quinn needed a little breather from his brothers, stumbling outside with a cup of iced water in his hand.

He saw your body shake with your head in your hands and connected the dots right away.

“Hey, you okay?” Stupid question, Quinn thinks as soon as he says it out loud.

“No,” you mumble quietly, wiping away your tears. Even with bloodshot eyes and a clogged nose, Quinn thought you looked pretty.

“Was it Adam?”

He knew about your first boyfriend. Jack had complained about this “Adam” as soon as you two started dating. According to Jack, Adam was a self conceited jackass who didn’t deserve you or your time. Quinn only shrugged at the time, not really caring about you or whatever relationship you were in.

“Yeah,” you whisper quietly. The name of your ex makes you cringe. “I was an idiot for dating him.”

“No,” Quinn sets down his cup of iced water, “he was an idiot for treating you that way. Jack told me in the past, you don’t deserve any of that, and he sure as hell doesn’t deserve you.”

For a moment, it was as if you and Quinn had a connection, one that sparked hope in your heart. He was finally showing you kindness and sympathy, something that you had only wished for in the past.

“Thank you Quinn,” you sniffle, looking up to meet his eyes. He smiled softly, an image that will forever root itself in your memory. The only thing you could think of at that moment was how much of a nice smile Quinn Hughes had.

Over the next few days, Quinn and you had become closer, a bond that wasn’t going unseen by Jack or Luke. They had both noticed you weren’t that sad over Adam anymore—and that the older Hughes actually smiled from time to time.

Just as you’re up on your feet again, your father had called you, scolding you about God knows what and calling you all sorts of names.

You thought as soon as you graduated high school, your father would’ve dropped whatever act he was doing, but clearly he was still very adamant on ruining your life. You couldn’t remember how many times you cried because of him.

“Is it him again?” Luke asks, taking a seat next to you on the couch. He saw your sadness the entire day, not sure if he should comfort you or not.

After all, you were the older one, and it was always you comforting him, not the other way around. Luke was still pretty much an awkward child, but he wanted to help you in any way he could.

He knew how your father was. They all knew. Since you were Jack’s best friend, you often came over the house in tears because of what your dad had said.

“Yeah,” you say, trying your best to smile for Luke. “It’s nothing, really.”

“You don’t always have to be strong in front of me,” Luke whispers. “You are not what your father says you are, okay Y/N? You are so much more than that.”

Nodding slowly, you lean into Luke’s chest. He automatically wraps his arm around you, rubbing your arm to let you know he was there.

Quinn watches from the kitchen with a sour taste. In his eyes, you weren’t getting comforted by Luke after crying your eyes out. No—in his eyes, you were getting with his little brother of all people, and God, Quinn hated you for doing so. He hated you for being so annoyingly perfect—he hated that you were always closer to his little brothers. He hated the fact that you were in Luke’s arms instead of his. He hated it.

The next weekend, Umich was hosting its annual senior dance. Your friends had all practically begged you to leave your dorm, saying how you needed to let yourself free for a night. You didn’t really care for the dance, wanting to focus on your business homework instead but of course, your friends weren’t taking no for an answer.

They told you that they had set you up with a date. You shyly decline, saying you already had someone in mind.

That someone being your best friend’s older brother.

Although he was distant these past few days, you shrug it off as Quinn being Quinn. He was always well kept to himself, so it wasn’t anything new.

“Hey Quinn,” you say as you walk into the kitchen. The older Hughes was busying himself with making toast and jam, and had only acknowledge you with a nod of his head.

“I was wondering.. if you’d like to come with me to Umich’s senior dance? It’s just an event hosted by them every year—super fun, lots of drinks, I’d love it if you could—”

“Like a date?” Quinn raises his eyebrows, quickly cutting to the point.

“Well, I guess you can say it’s a date—”

“I’m good Y/N.”

The coldness of his voice makes your heart sink. Oh God, this was such a bad idea. Why would you ask him? Why why why why?

“Oh okay, forget I even asked then,” you laugh nervously, trying hard not to gulp at Quinn.

Quinn only chuckles, his eyebrows furrowing as his gaze turns into something you can’t quite distinguish.

“You.. you didn’t really think I would like you, did you?”

His words make your chest tighten.

“I mean cmon Y/N seriously? What made you think I would ever love you?” Quinn’s voice gets louder. “Cause I wouldn’t—even if I could.”

You wish the ground would just swallow you whole at that moment. It was already bad that Quinn had rejected you, but now he was claiming he would never love you?

“What the fuck Quinn?” The voice of Luke pulls you out of your trance, his face filled with anger. “Why the fuck would you say that Quinn?”

“Of course you would jump to her defense!” Quinn scowls. “Whatever, I don’t care for this, alright? Leave me the hell alone.”

You feel your heart break for the third time this month, eyes filling with tears yet again.

“What is wrong with him?” Luke mumbles to himself, in shock that his brother would say that to you.

He slowly turns his gaze to you, eyes softening at your broken figure. It hurt him to see a girl he considered his older sister so heartbroken over his own brother.

“I’m sorry Y/N,” Luke says into your hair as he hugs you tightly.

“It’s not your fault Luke,” you cry, “I should’ve known. He would never like me. He was just being nice.”

“Hey, stop,” Luke pulls away, looking directly into your eyes. “He’s an idiot if he can’t see how much of an amazing person you are, okay? A big fucking idiot. Don’t beat yourself up over Quinn, he’s not worth any of your tears.”

Luke sighs as he watches your chest rise and fall with each sob. “This whole relationship thing? It’s not what he’s made for.”

“You cannot beat yourself up over a guy who cannot commit Y/N,” Luke whispers. “You’ll find so much better Quinn, I can promise you that.”

But all you wanted was Quinn. Luke was right, even if he was all you wanted, he could never be yours—for Quinn Hughes was not made for relationships, and he was certainly not made for you.

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cupidjyu · 11 months

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kiss me, sweetheart

hyunjae x reader (request, anon you are so sexy for requesting this i love you)

genre: JEALOUS HYUNJAE. best friends to lovers, college au but barely mentioned, kissing, feelings realization, pining, like minimal angst, i think u guys makeout tbh, getting together, flirting, he calls you "sweetheart” notes: welcome to the new era of yumi finally using caps on tumblr! let me know how you like it :) i'm sorry to the people who prefer the lowercase, but this is my blog hehe word count: 3.9k (i definitely went overboard with this fic oops)

“If you don’t hurry up, I will die of starvation,” You heard a voice call out from behind.

You turned around and your first thought was to smack Hyunjae straight in the chest with the bag that you were currently shopping at the bookstore with. And so, you did. Unfortunately, though, you forgot that it was made of an incredibly hard, plastic-y material so it made a loud “bong” against his body.

“That’s going to leave a bruise.”

“Oops,” You winced. But after, you simply shrugged. “That’s what you get for rushing me though.”

“It’s been like thirty minutes,” He whined. “You promised that we would try the waffle place on the next block. And you know how huge this campus is.”

You pouted as you stared at the many unexplored aisles of the store before groaning, “Fine. You’re lucky that we’re best friends or else I would be punching you so hard right now.”

“You can definitely try, sweetheart,” He smirked. You scowled, knowing just how much he loved to call you by that name. In a platonic way, of course.

Everything about the two of you was platonic. You two were like peas in a pod who met way back in middle school and have done everything together all the way up until university. You’ve watched each other’s achievements and been through hardships together. Going through breakups, getting rejected, failing driver tests, throwing up from being drunk, you’ve done it all… together.

Now, you were walking with Hyunjae down the sidewalk when suddenly you heard a yelp from him. You turned and you were met with the sight of someone tackling your best friend from the back.

“Are you just going to ignore me or what?” The other man hollered in his ear. “Don’t tell me you’re too embarrassed to see your dear football teammate in public. You’re the captain of the team too!”

Hyunjae pried him off, completely out of breath. “Sunwoo.”

“Yes, cap’n?”

“Don’t bother me again, especially when I’m with someone right now,” He gestured to you.

Sunwoo turned to you with realization, “Oh. So you’re Y/n? Captain’s best friend?”

You nodded, smiling politely. “I think I’ve heard much about you, Sunwoo.”

“Good things, I hope?”

You cringed, “No, not really.” Sunwoo shot a glare at Hyunjae at that. After, he bluntly pushed himself into the space between you and your best friend. He swung an arm around Hyunjae’s waist and the other arm around your shoulders, suddenly bringing you all closer to the center.

He let out a sigh. “Nothing better than spending time with loved ones, am I right?” He joked with a glint in his eye.

Hyunjae sighed, his eye twitching with annoyance, “You weren’t even invited.”

Sunwoo scowled, “Shush. Y/n won’t mind, right?”

Hyunjae knew that you were too nice to say no so he practically gave up. You offer a simple, “Mhm!” as you gave him an awkward smile. You made eye contact with Hyunjae, who had rolled his eyes at Sunwoo with an obvious pout. You giggled.

Sunwoo shifted closer, “Did you buy anything? Or, better question, did Hyunjae pay?”

“No, since someone wanted to rush me,” You huffed. “And do you really think he’s the type to pay? He loves saving his money for himself.” You laughed to yourself, knowing this would definitely get him worked up.

As expected, Hyunjae gasped in betrayal. He was about to protest but that was when his eyes zeroed in on how Sunwoo’s arm was wound tightly around your body, his hand resting warmly on your shoulder. He paused, a tight feeling growing in a deep pit of his stomach.

He was unsure of what it is.

For some reason, he didn’t have the urge to talk anymore. He just quietly watched as Sunwoo leaned closer and closer, smiling his very charming smile. He even let go of Hyunjae, instead only turning his attention to you, making you laugh and smile.

Hyunjae felt his eyebrows furrow when Sunwoo approached even closer to your face, just mere inches from your lips. He knew that Sunwoo loved to flirt. It was part of his personality. But something about when he does it with you… is different. At that moment, something just took over him, as he used all of his football-playing strength to suddenly grab Sunwoo by the back of his collar and drag him back to his side, slightly choking him in the process.

“Ow– what was that for?” Sunwoo pouted, rubbing his neck.

“You’re being obnoxious.”

“How so?”

Now, Hyunjae was at a loss for words. Why was he so annoyed? Why did he feel like he could just punch something at that moment?

“I– I don’t know. But just lay off…”

Sunwoo stared at him funnily before shrugging. The tension was interrupted when they heard your gasp from far away.

“This is so cute!” You excitedly pointed at a plushie displayed in a nearby store. You quickly abandoned the two men and went to find it.

The two of them were now left together, just standing there awkwardly with no idea what to do. It was incredibly quiet, not a word spoken. Usually, they talk a lot, since they’re on the same team and have mutual friends. But now, Hyunjae feels sour, a grudge forming against his fellow teammate. Finally, Sunwoo broke the ice.

“Hey, cap.” He nudged his shoulder.

“Yeah?”

“Y/n’s cute,” Sunwoo smiled. “Are they dating anyone right now?”

Hyunjae froze. “No, I don’t think so, or else they would have told me.”

“Hm,” Sunwoo seemed deep in thought. “Okay! I’ll see you guys later then. Or preferably, I’ll see Y/n later.” He had the audacity to wink after.

Hyunjae stared after him, unsure of what to feel. But, he quickly shook off the burning feeling. It’s probably a stomachache.

That night, Hyunjae went to sleep fairly early since he had a morning class the next day. He did his usual routine of scrolling through social media and setting up his bed. From the long hours of walking with you by his side, he already began to feel drowsy. And so, as soon as his head hit the pillow, he fell asleep.

Hyunjae isn’t the type of person to dream a lot. Or, at least, he doesn’t remember them. But on that particular night, he dreamed.

He dreamed of you.

His brain was quite accurate when it came to creating an image of you. Your eyes, your hair, it got it all down perfectly. He was sure it was you. He could recognize the slope of your nose, your cheeks, and your pretty lips. Wait– pretty? Since when did he think that?

Though what really bothered him, was that the dream with you wasn’t a typical best friend dream. It wasn’t a day at the amusement park or the movie nights that he usually had with you. His dream was more of a love story.

And it wasn’t a love story with you and him as the main characters. It was you and Sunwoo.

He seemed to play no part in this love story, just completely invisible as if he was the reader of a book. He also was conveniently placed outside the balcony of your apartment. He winced, kind of creepy, he knows. But besides the point, he’s invisible! He was frozen on the spot as he watched you sit down with Sunwoo on the couch. His fellow teammate was smiling at you, and again, he wound his arm around you. But this time, he started cuddling you. You nuzzled your cheek into his chest as he leaned his chin on the top of your head with a satisfied smile.

“I missed you,” He heard you say to him, making him want to revolt for some odd reason.

“Missed you too, baby.”

Hyunjae wanted to cover his eyes and fall to the floor at that moment.

But what really shocked Hyunjae, was that he later leaned in and kissed you. Not on the cheek, but right on the lips. Hyunjae couldn’t move, since he had no control over his body. He could just watch, as your lips moved in unison, deepening it until it turned into a bit of a makeout, Sunwoo’s hands all over your body.

Hyunjae woke up moments later, in a sweat. He looked down at his shaky hands.

He had just dreamed of you kissing his friend and he hated it.

He loathed it so much and he has no idea why.

“Are you okay?” Juyeon, his other dear teammate, appeared by his side the next morning handing him a bottle of water. Hyunjae took it without a smile.

“I’m great, why?”

“You seem out of it,” The younger shrugged.

Hyunjae sighed, looking down at the ground. He just couldn’t seem to get it out of his head. The way you kissed Sunwoo with so much passion in his dream, the way your hands roamed over his chest, and the way your eyes were dazed. He hated how it made him feel. He couldn’t even figure out what he was feeling.

Juyeon was about to walk away when Hyunjae decided to ask for advice.

“Wait, Juyeon,” He called out.

“Hm?”

“I need to ask you something… for a friend,” He looked away sheepishly.

“What is it?”

“I’ll give you a scenario,” He started. “If a person dreams of his best friend kissing someone else and it makes him feel horrible inside, what does it mean?”

Juyeon shrugged, “Depends. Maybe you don’t like the person that they’re kissing?”

“No, no, Sunwoo is a perfectly decent person,” Hyunjae shook his head. Then he froze, his eyes widening. “I– I shouldn’t have said his name. And how did you know I was talking about myself?”

Juyeon smirked, “I know you well enough. Then, it must mean that you don’t approve of your best friend kissing him because they should be kissing someone else.”

Hyunjae furrowed his eyebrows, completely lost, “What, so you’re saying that I think that my best friend can’t kiss anyone at all?”

“No?” Juyeon shook his head. “I mean that you’d much rather your best friend kiss someone that you want them to.” Juyeon looked at him with a mischievous smile, as if trying to get a certain point across, but Hyunjae doesn’t quite get it yet.

“Who–” He was deep in thought. “Who would I want them to kiss? My teammates? My other friends?”

“None of those.”

Hyunjae groaned in frustration, “Then who else? It’s not like I, myself would want t–” He froze, his body going rigid. Suddenly, his mind rushed back to the dream. He thought of your lips moving against Sunwoo’s and he wondered how they would feel against his own. He wondered if he could hold your waist like Sunwoo had and cup your face, making you blush. He wondered if he could–

“Oh.”

Juyeon was staring at him with amusement, “Got it?”

“I want to kiss my best friend,” He breathed out, in utter disbelief. “I– I have feelings for my best friend? And that time– with Sunwoo. That feeling was jealousy?”

“So you come to your senses,” The younger laughed.

“Juyeon, I’m doomed.”

“You’ll be fine.”

Hyunjae later learned just how hard it is to be in love with his best friend. The two of you always spend time together, but lately, it’s been hard to be around you. Every time you would smile, he couldn’t help but admire the way your eyes would close along with it. When you would pout, he would think of kissing you again. When you would laugh, his heart would beat faster. Or, when you would initiate skinship with him, he would feel like he might explode.

“Hey,” You waved in front of his face, startling him out of his thoughts. “Are you there?”

“Hm?” He faked a smile. “Yeah, sorry.”

“Okay…” You eyed him suspiciously. “Anyways, as I was saying, what do you think if I got a boyfriend?”

He blinked, “What?”

You shrugged, smiling shyly to yourself, “Some guy gave me his number the other day, and I–”

“No.”

You frowned, “Why not?”

And Hyunjae so badly just wanted to come clean. He wanted to tell you that he’s in love with you and wants you only to himself. But he couldn’t work up the courage to do so.

“I just think…” He laughed awkwardly. “He isn’t your type.”

You looked at him with curiosity, “You saw him?”

“Yeah,” He lied through his teeth.

“Oh…” You mumbled. “Okay, I guess. Oh, and Hyunjae?”

He looked at you, raising an eyebrow.

“You look handsome today,” You complimented. It was true, he had finally ditched the hoodies he usually wore because of the warmer weather, instead wearing a shirt that accentuated his broad shoulders.

“D-don’t joke around…” He gently shoved you, feeling his ears burn and his heart race. Compliments from you aren’t supposed to affect him so much, but after his revelation… everything’s different with you.

“I’m not!” You giggled. “And did you just stutter?”

“No,” He stubbornly avoided eye contact, in hopes that you wouldn’t see that he was also blushing.

“You did,” You watched in awe. “Who knew that the Hyunjae would be so shy? I like this side of you.”

“I’m not shy,” He mumbled, his cheeks turning redder by the minute.

“Sure,” You rolled your eyes. You leaned closer, batting your eyelashes. “And if I said that you’re cute?”

“I’m not cute!” He whined.

“What about tall?”

“That’s just the truth.”

“Kind?”

“Of course, I would be kind, who do you take me for?” He glared.

You thought for a moment before smiling mischievously. “What about… if I said that you’re pretty?”

He froze, suddenly going quiet. You could see that he was blushing again.

“Ah,” You smiled. “So you like being called pretty? Pretty, pretty, Hyunjae.”

And suddenly, he reached an arm out and pulled you in by the waist. You yelped, your face almost buried in his chest. You put your hand against it, but you gulped when you realized just how fast his heart was beating and also… how muscular he is.

“H-Hyunjae? What are you doing?” You looked up at him.

And oh, how he hated the way you looked up at him like a puppy. He so badly wanted to kiss the living daylight out of you, but he resisted.

“You can’t keep teasing me, sweetheart,” He tilted his head, his expression serious. “I might just do something stupid.”

You gulped, “...like what?”

He looked at your lips and licked his own. He was about to lean in but that was when he remembered that you might reject him. You were merely his best friend, nothing more. He sighed and pulled away.

“Nothing.”

What’s even worse, is avoiding his best friend. He had realized that the more time he spent with you, the more painful it was for him to pretend to just be friends with you. He longed to do more with you. He wanted to hug you, cuddle you, and most importantly, call you his.

“Want to study together?” You would ask.

“Sorry, I have an exam due.”

“Why are we walking so far apart? Get closer!”

“I’m fine like this.”

“Want to go to that concert?”

“I have football practice.”

At first, you simply played it off as one of his pranks. But soon enough, you realized that he was serious. He wouldn’t look you in the eye and his responses to your jokes and stories were dry. Every time you would try to make plans he would reject them, coming up with an excuse.

You were confused, having no idea what to do. You wondered if you did anything wrong. Nonetheless, you felt like there was a hole burned in your heart, knowing that your best friend was avoiding you.

Hyunjae sighed as he walked through the park. He often loved walking the trail with you. He liked to listen to your stories and little rants. And yes, he did miss you. It was hard to just reject your offers and it was especially hard not to see your face every day like he used to. He thought that you were beautiful, and not being able to see you all the time made him want to cry.

As he turned the corner, he paused when he heard your voice from a distance. He looked and saw that you were sitting on a bench, your phone against your ear as you talked to someone.

“I just don’t understand what I did wrong,” You spoke, your voice quiet and sad. “I miss being with him.”

He felt his heart sink as he watched you look down at your feet, sniffling.

“Should I talk to him?”

His breath hitched.

The day he dreaded came quicker than he had expected. You had texted him, inviting him to your apartment.

Let’s talk.

Hyunjae took a deep breath and knocked on your door. Almost immediately, it opened to reveal you, a pitiful frown on your face and your eyes dull. You led him to sit on the couch as you faced him, trying to gather your thoughts first. Finally, you spoke.

“Why are you avoiding me?”

“I’m not,” His voice shook.

“You are, don’t lie,” You furrowed your eyebrows. He was quiet for a second, but with the way you were glaring at him, he couldn’t help but give in.

“Fine, maybe I am,” He looked at you with guilt. “But please, you have to understand that I can’t spend time with you anymore.”

“Why?” You cried. “What did I do wrong? Is it me? You can tell me if I did something to upset you, please, I promise that I will make it right.”

“It’s not you, please don’t blame yourself,” He clenched his jaw, his feelings threatening to pour out. He hated seeing you hurt.

“Then tell me what happened.”

You spoke with so much kindness and care, making him feel even more regretful. You should be mad at him, but instead, you were taking care of him. Then, you took his hand in yours. His eyes widened as he looked at you with bewilderment.

“What are you–”

And then you pressed a kiss to the back of his hand. Hyunjae felt his heart stutter as you looked up at him. You intertwined your fingers together as your other hand came up to cup his jaw to make him face you and look you in the eye. He gulped, his eyes going soft.

“Hyunjae… I know there’s something wrong. Please, let me help,” You whispered, caressing his cheek with your thumb, watching as his skin started to tinge with red. He stared at you, feeling like he might choke on his words. You just smiled, softly, trying to convey to him that it was okay. It’s okay now that you’re here.

His heart felt like it was pouring with emotions.

“Please, stop this, sweetheart,” He pleaded, his eyes never leaving yours. His hands were clenched in fists at his side, his heart beating way too fast. He couldn’t handle how you were touching him and treating him with so much love.

“Why should I?” You dared to look him in the eye.

His vision kept on wandering to your lips.

“Because I might do something stupid.” He whispered, his voice wavering.

You stared at him, tightening your hold on his hand. You took a deep breath, feeling nervous all of a sudden. He wouldn’t stop looking at you with an unreadable expression, something completely different than before.

And almost like you were out of breath, you spoke again, your voice barely able to be heard.

“Like what?”

You gasped when you suddenly felt a pair of lips on yours. You were frozen, trying to process the situation. Hyunjae quickly noticed and he pulled away, his eyes immediately filling with regret.

“I– I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have–”

“No.”

You took his arm and pulled him back against you. He stared at you, his eyes wide.

“Oh, this is…” He whispered in utter shock.

“Kiss me.”

His eyes immediately closed when you pressed your lips against his. And soon, the two of you began to relax in each other’s hold, your arms going around his neck as his hands came to hold your waist gently. He pulled you even closer, making you gasp. His tongue swiped against your lip as he deepened the kiss, tilting his head for a better angle. You felt dizzy as you tried to keep up with him. His hands roamed all over your sides, making you shiver as your hands rested against his chest.

At some point, you began to run out of air with how aggressively he was kissing. You tapped his arm, causing him to pull away, his lips swollen and red as he gasped for breath.

He searched your eyes to make sure you were okay before he smiled.

“So, sweetheart…” He started, smirking with affection in his eyes.

“Please, don’t,” You covered your face with your hands, slowly turning red.

“Tell me what that was about?” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“Shut up,” You whined. “You’re the one who kissed first!”

“You’re right about that,” He admitted. And then he looked at you with sincerity. “I’m sorry for avoiding you. I just… I think that I’m in love with you.”

Your breath hitched.

“That is quite the switch-up,” You giggled. “Last week you were insulting me.”

He looked away, blushing furiously.

“I’m still sorry.”

You shook your head, “It’s okay. I may be in love with you too…” You trailed off.

He looked up and his lips curled up happily, “Really?”

You nodded, “I never realized, but now I know. You’re a– a great kisser.” You suddenly felt embarrassed so you stood up and turned away from him to hide your face.

“Don’t be like that now, sweetheart,” He got up and wound his arms around your waist from behind. His nose met with your neck, making you shiver. “Let me see you.”

Hesitantly, you turned to face him. But, he was looking at you so, so fondly that you couldn’t help but shy away again, looking off to the side.

“Sweetheart,” He cupped your cheek with one hand, the other hand still resting on your waist. “I said look at me.”

This time, when you did, he leaned in, kissing you again. He pressed peck after peck, all over your face, making you whine. And then he went back to your lips, kissing more passionately as if he was addicted to you. Which, he is.

“Only kiss me from now on,” He whispered in between kisses. His mind flashed back to his dream from way earlier. He furrowed his eyebrows, groaning as he hated that dream so much. “Noone else. You can only kiss me, okay? Especially not Sunwoo.”

You stared at him wordlessly with amusement.

He looked at you with confusion, “What?”

“Nothing, you’re just cute when you’re jealous.”

He huffed, “Because I like–no, I love you sweetheart.”

You grinned, your cheeks flushing, “I love that name so much.”

“Sweetheart,” He sang in your ear, making you laugh loudly. “Now please,” He looked at you pleadingly, as he led you to the couch and pinned you against it. His hair fell over his face and his eyes darkened. “Kiss me like you mean it.”

“Needy.”

#the boyz reactions #the boyz imagines #the boyz fluff #tbz fluff #tbz imagines #the boyz x reader #the boyz scenarios #hyunjae fluff #hyunjae x reader #fics 💞#requests 💞

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kimbap-r0ll · 1 year

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Dorm Leaders and Pick-Up Lines

They all have a favorite cringe pick-up line I can assure you

Riddle

He was never the best at being suave, so he likely hates pick-up lines. He does like ones that, however, are supposed to make him seem witty

Will opt for something like "I always thought happiness started with an “H” but it looks like it starts with “U.”"

Please laugh or at least give him an E for effort ;-; he's really trying

Hit him back with a pick-up line and see him absolutely flustered

Leona

Master at being suave, for no reason. He also never uses it, but when he does he's amazing

Doesn't like pick-up lines, as he doesn't see a point in them. He'll likely go with a super lame one like "Did it hurt? When you fell from heaven?" But the way he says it is at least what saves it from being too cringe

Honestly he's the one that gets flustered easily. So feel free to throw random pick-up lines at him when you have the chance. You might get him to laugh too!

Overall though I don't see him participating in cheesy pick-up lines, but when he does it's marvelous

Azul

Uses them unapologetically. It's lowkey embarrassing sometimes haha

Will make some of his own, but will also use well-known ones to fill his repertoire. His current favorite is "I’m lost. Can you give me directions to your heart?"

Floyd and Jade will tease him about this relentlessly if he attempted to get you to date him with pick-up lines when you first met him haha

He's really sweet, and honestly you know that he's just doing this because you two actually find them hilarious. But sometimes, you can't tell if he's joking or not when he says those cringey lines :/

Kalim

Honestly is too direct about his feelings to you that he never uses pick-up lines. He might try them out for fun though

Says something super basic like "If you were a vegetable, you’d be a cute-cumber." It makes you guys laugh really hard though so it's not that bad

Please give him pick-up lines, he loves them because of how funny some of them are. It's also nice to just say nice things in general, so why not

Jamil on the other hand might find you two extremely annoying for a while :/

Vil

Will not use pick-up lines. Thinks he's better than that (spoiler alert: he's not)

Used it once while you two were alone in the school lab together. He just says out of nowhere "Your lips look lonely. Would they like to meet mine?" You then stared at him blankly for five seconds, which was also the longest five seconds of his life

Please don't tease him about his attempts at good pick-up lines, he will not let his pride shatter so quickly haha

He's more of a love sonnets guy than anything else, but even those can sometimes be super sappy (don't tell him, he really means all of those lovely words)

Idia

Doesn't have the courage to say pick-up lines. If anything, he fumbles up and just runs away ;-;

The one time he did say it confidently was when you guys were in the middle of a gaming session (you two were playing Silent Hill 2) and suddenly he just says "I use Kazuha for crowd control, so why can’t I control my feelings for you?" (you two play Genshin change my mind)

You just roll over on the floor and, before James in your game gets killed you pause it and just tell Idia how cute that was. Idia probably blushes hard but laughs as well, it was kinda funny ngl

Please throw a pick-up line at him too ;-;

Malleus

Was amazed at the idea of pick-up lines (fae's are likely more serious when courting that cheesy pick-up lines aren't really a thing) and decided to try EVERY SINGLE ONE

You really didn't expect to get him showing up randomly at Ramshackle, giving you a pick-up line, and then disappearing. Probably used "I’m not a photographer, but I can picture me and you together" at some point

Though the words themselves are kinda cringe, the way he says it makes you both laugh and also blush. It's kinda wholesome

If you give him pick-up lines back he might take a second to get what you mean (puns about human culture especially). But nonetheless it's fun for Lilia to watch in the background

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pinkrifle · 6 months

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Hello ml!<3 i was wondering if you could do yandere team stan and craig x reader platonic please! Like they see reader as a little sister!^^

hi lovely! i do not take SP requests anymore buttttf this seems really easy, so i should be able to do this !

saying this rn i’m so sorry if this is short #_# <\3 i’m sorry if i missed a character or two aswell!

only team stan right now as i can’t really think of much to do for team craig, sorry once more! D:

Stan Marsh -

a little careful not to bring you around his friends too much.. especially cartman AND COVERS UR EARS EVERYTIME ONE OF THEM SAYS A DIRTY JOKE LOL (no matter how old you are!1!1!)

would 100% go off on anyone who tries to mess with you (and Kyle would probably join him too) , ya don’t F with family, folks!

trades his lunch or snacks at lunch to give them to you!! loves seeing the look on your face when you get a snack size pack of skittles. Even if it’s super small your face always lightens up and he just laughs and feels very proud of himself after

he makes sure shelly isn’t too mean to you, let’s her rip on him instead if she gets a little aggressive with you (she wouldn’t really go that far dw <3)

Eric Cartman -

GETS YOU IN TROUBLE ALL THE TIMMEEEE

(don’t worry he always does something in return after. begrudgingly and hesitantly.) (he just feels bad)

brings you on all of his little dangerous adventures but makes sure you stay safe all the time,, if you get hurt EVER he’s SOOO dramatic. begging for a hospital!

if any of his friends (aka rest of team stan) dare to say anything to you (they don’t cuz they don’t care) he will 100% be dramatic ALLO OVER AGAIN, threatens to beat up his friends (he can’t rlly) and is nice to you for the rest of the day!!

steals cute stuff from other classmates and brings them to you, steals snacks from people and brings them to you!! probably stole some snacks from stan that he planned to give to his own little sibling

Kenny McCormick -

tones down his dirty jokes when with you, and also does not let you around his friends LMAO

loves hanging out with you, karen, and kevin! at first he was really hesitant on stuart and carol having you (like with karen) but loved you so much after your born!!

protects u FOR LIFE. is basically also your guardian angel when he’s in his mysterion costume! when your in the foster home thing(?) he’s visiting you like crazy and bringing you treats aswell. makes sure you never get beaten up in the basement by the parents

loves whenever you show him something you like. Anime? cartoons? etc? your not cringe to him at all! he likes weird shit too, trust. Watches and plays everything you show him <3

a video game MASTER! having any trouble with a boss fight? he’s got it. Cant find an item? he already has it and is gonna trade it to you!!

Kyle Broflovski -

takes care of you and Ike RELIGIOUSLY. love you two both to death!

plays dolls/action digs with you even if your in middle school or whatever (in the event he’s in HS or whatever) , he doesn’t want his little siblings to ever grow up! brings a tear to his eye.

every Hanukkah he makes sure you get the best presents and NEVER lets your presents break, always has them in pristine condition ! hates seeing you sad , it affects him more than he’d like to admit.. he also gives you his hat to wear when your a little down!

bakes and cooks with you, he’s pretty okay at cooking but if your bad it’s no problem! he’s willing to teach you the 3 dishes he knows how to make LMAO. If your better than him at cooking? EVEN BETTER, teach him! but he’ll be a little embarassed to learn stuff from his little sibling

having trouble with homework? he’s on it! he won’t let you cheat on anything, but he’ll help you and guide you to the right answer.

Never let’s people talk shit about you or make fun of you, he will fr fight his friends if they dare to do that.

heya! thanks for requesting, i haven’t been really willing to write lately but this got me off my booty!!! i really should open my tf2 and scp foundation reqs.

sorry again i couldn’t do team craig! i hope these were good enough, feel free to request this again some time if i’m ever active again! <3

#（✿ ◞◟）🫧 marj writes! ﹒#south park x reader platonic #south park x reader #south park #kyle brovlofski x reader #kyle broflovski #eric cartman x reader #eric cartman #stan marsh x reader #stan marsh #kenny mccormick x reader #kenny mcormick x reader #kenny mccormick

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imajinxnation · 28 days

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A request for

Neo Anderson!! x Fem Reader

like a enemies to lovers trope ig

shes apart of the crew and her and Neo never rly go along they have a bonding moment she opens up to him about some traumatic past event they grow closer but didn’t realize someone over heard the person over heard tells everyone she thinks it was Neo she gets mad at him they fight he dose everything to get her to understand it wasn’t him

and in the end they make up ig start a relationship something along those lines

if u can!

Too Far..

Neo (Thomas Anderson) x FEMALE!Reader

SUMMARY // You and Neo have never really gotten along, but that all changes when he finds you crying in your room..

TW // Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

I absolutely LOVE this idea!

Sorry this took so long! Been having writers block!

I don't like what I wrote, but I wanted to finish this anyways

ALL GIFS FOUND ON PINTEREST

The moment I woke up this morning, I knew.. I just knew that it would be an awful day. I woke up in a sweat, having just had a nightmare, my small room on the Nebuchadnezzar not helping and making me feel claustrophobic and panic even more.

I curl my knees up to my chest, hiding my face in them as I tried not to cry, but my tear ducts filled until a droplet of salty water fell, which started to turn into more and more tears, streaming down my cheeks. I let out a choked sob, trying hard to not make too much noise and wake up the people in the rooms beside me.

Apparently I failed at keeping quiet because, not too long after, I hear a metallic knock on my door. I hesitantly rise from my bed quietly and slide open the door a crack only to see The One standing at my door, a slightly annoyed look on his face.

"Oh, so you are awake! Mind telling me what you're doing, making all that noise?" He asks, obviously having been woken up from my strangled sobs.

I reply, too emotional to try and argue, "Sorry, Neo.. I'm just.. not in a great mood right now," I sniff and rub my tear-stained cheeks harshly.

He notices my glazed, reddened eyes and wet cheeks, suddenly feeling a bit concerned instead of annoyed. He opens the door wider and lets himself in, not saying anything. He plops down on my hard mattress, which makes him cringe at how uncomfortable it is.

"Christ, how do you sleep on this thing?" He asks, rubbing his tailbone.

"Barely.. Not everyone gets special treatment, you know?" I hint at the obvious favouritism.

Neo looks away, a slight guilt nawing at him before he looks back at me. He the pats beside him, asking me to sit with him. I stare at the spot beside him for a second before slumping down next to him, head held down.

"What's going on with you, (Y/n)?" He asks, a slight harshness to his tone.

"Nothing.. I just woke up feeling off.." I say, partly telling the truth.

"You know better than to lie to me," Neo sighs, disappointed.

"..I had a nightmare.. about my life when I was still in the Matrix.." I start to open up a bit.

He looks over at me curiously, "What was your life like there?" He asks, sounding genuinely curious about what my life was before being woken up.

I suck in a breath, debating on whether I should tell him about my past. I sigh and just do it, after all, what's the worst that could happen?

"When.. when I was living in the Matrix like the majority of people, I had a good life.. until the end of middle school.." I let out a shakey breath, "That's when things started to go down hill.. I started to notice things, deja vú, inconsistencies in the Matrix, and how cookie cutter a lot of people looked.."

Neo nods, actually listening to me.

"Thought I could confide in my friends.. Turns out I couldn't, because the moment I dropped out of school.. nobody contacted me ever again, unless you count family.. I was the black sheep and it hurt.." Silent tears fall down my face.

I feel a hand on my shoulder and look up at Neo, an understanding look on his face, nodding at me to keep going as he rubbed my back to try and console me.

"One day, I was going to the library.. but I got jumped by old 'friends'.. The people I had trusted and loved back in school were now totally against me and filled with disgust for me.." I stop, ending my story with a sob.

Neo hesitates a bit before gently hugging me, bringing my face into his chest, letting me cry into it. One hand stroked my hair while the other patted my back.

"I'm sorry that happened to you.. You were brave enough to share how you felt and share your opinions and they rejected you in the worst way possible.. I know all of us here felt estranged in the Matrix.. but none of us ever did what you were able to do.. not even me," Neo confessed.

We stay like this for a long time in silence and a new understanding in each other. What we failed to realize was the sound of boots running away from my door.

Only a day later, word had spread about my past and how I had been discarded by all my friends when I was still linked into the Matrix. The looks of pity and sympathy coming from the others making me feel exposed and like a wild caged animal, being gawked at and stared at with pity I don't want.

Anger boils inside me and I immediately search for Neo, eventually finding him asleep, connected to the Matrix.

"Hey, plug me in, I need to talk to Neo!" I say, anger evident. The control crew member nods hesitantly, unsure. I sit in one of the leathery chairs, feeling like a patient at the dentist. I feel the sharp sting of metal connecting to the port in the back of my neck and connect to the Matrix.

The crew member gets me as close to Neo's location as possible and directs me to where he is. He's in a fuckin' noodle shop.

"We need to talk," I say, tensed.

Neo looks up and a look of surprise crosses his face as he sees me standing in front of him, a sneer on my face. The surprise on his face quickly turns to confusion as I slide into the seat across from him.

"(Y/n)? What are you doing here?" He asks, obviously confused.

"Needed to talk with you. Why the fuck did you tell everyone about my previous life!? I trusted you to keep something personal like that to yourself!"

Neo does a double take, shocked at the tone I use with him. His brows furrow and a frustrated look crosses his face.

"What are you talking about? I never told anyone about your Matrix life!" He exclaims.

"Oh bullshit! You're the only person I told my past to, so how is it that the day after I tell you it, everyone is looking at me like I'm a wounded animal that needs help!?" I growl out, tears filling my eyes with frustration.

Neo sighs, seeing my teary eyes and says calmly, "I swear.. I didn't tell anyone. Maybe.. maybe someone overheard. The walls on the Nebuchadnezzar aren't exactly soundproof.." he suggests.

I take a deep breath and think for a moment.

"Yeah.. that's possible, I guess.. but who would do that?" I say to myself, not expecting an answer from Neo.

"Look, you can't do anything about it now. Everything's out in the open already, and I'm sure everyone will go back to normal around you once they realize you don't want sympathy or whatever.." Neo says in a low, soft voice.

"..Yeah, your right.. You know, for being 'The One', you're not very good with people." I point out.

Neo laughs a bit, shaking his head.

"Comfort is not my forté. Now, let's get out of here before an agent sees us," Neo grabs my hand and we wuickly leave the noodle shop, finding a nearby phone to leave the Matrix with.

As we left, I had a feeling in my heart that me and Neo had gotten a lot closer because of this mess.. and maybe that's a good thing.

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flwoie · 1 year

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꒰ 🎧 ꒱ FOR LOVERS WHO HESITATE — J. WY.

・🎵・ SUMMARY > Just like in movies, you encounter your ex boyfriend. But why are you drawn to him again?

❥ PAIRING > ex bf! wooyoung x gn! reader

❥ GENRE > fluff, a little bit of angst (i promise you, u won’t cry), implied right person wrong time, exes to lovers

❥ WARNINGS > mentions of a break up, thats pretty much it

❥ NOTE > THIS WORK IS PURE FICTION, ALL THE IDOLS MENTIONED IN THIS DO NOT REFLECT WITH THEIR ACTUAL LIFE AND CAREER. THIS IS A NON-IDOL ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE

❥ SONATA SPEAKING > I ACTUALLY STARTED CRINGING WHEN I WROTE THIS. anyways this is my submission for the @kflixnet exchange event !! hii eris (@tranquilpetrichor) i’m your “secret santa” for the event, i’m glad i tried writing for ateez and i hope you’ll enjoy this work (cause i didn’t 💀)

❥ WORD COUNT > 0.7k

You watch your friends figure out what movie to watch. It was midnight, and you decided to invite your friends over for a sleepover. You watched the TV as your friend scrolled through the list of movies.

“I’m gonna get us some food,” you said as you stood up to go to the kitchen.

You opened the cabinet to find nothing. Checking the fridge, you find an almost empty carton of juice and your sibling’s leftover soup from a week ago. There was nothing to eat.

You reasoned, "Might as well buy something." You grabbed your jacket and left the house. You went to the local convenience store and thought about what to buy. You went to the snack aisle to find whatever you could find. Just chips and sweets are fine. You grabbed a few bags of chips and candy and went to the checkout. You set the items on the counter and open your wallet to look for some money.

“12.59,” the cashier said. You look up to give them a twenty-dollar bill and recognise them. You were perplexed, and they were mirroring your expression.

You questioned the man in front of you, "Wooyoung?" Wooyoung was your boyfriend in high school. You've been dating him since your first year of high school, but after you graduated, he told you he was moving away because his parents got a better job in another city. It’s been three years, and now he finally appears in front of you, in a convenience store.

“Y/N.” Wooyoung spoke up, and you two were silent. You tried looking away. He remarked, "It's been a while.” You nodded, "Yeah, it has. I didn’t know you were working here. I go here all the time."

He said, grinning, "I just started working here last week. You looked behind you and saw no one in the store, then looked back at him. "How have you been?" he asked. "I'm doing great, how about you?"

"I’m fine as well," he said. "So what are you doing in pyjamas at midnight? It’s not something you’d do." He’s right; you would never go in the middle of the night in pyjamas buying food. You're surprised he still has a vague memory of you.

You replied, "I have a few friends over, and I didn't have food at my house, so I just walked here.

"You live around here?"

"Yeah, I moved here last year." Wooyoung smiled at your response. He always found himself grinning foolishly when he was talking to you.

"I’m sorry," he said. His smile turned into a frown.

"Sorry for what?" Your tone grew softer. Why would he apologise when he hasn't done anything wrong to you since your breakup?

"For suddenly seeing you here," What he really meant was he should’ve seen you at a proper place and proper time, "and for leaving you."

He felt guilty for breaking up with you because he had to move. There was no reason to be mad at him; it was reasonable for him to break up with you.

"You don’t need to be sorry; I forgave you the day you left."

"I’m still sorry. I should’ve never left you in the first place." With each passing word, you could feel your heart dropping.

"Stop crying; you’re making me cry." You noticed tears starting to fall down your cheeks. Your words made him laugh.

"Why are you crying?" he asked while chuckling.

You said, wiping away your tears, "’Cause you're crying." You weren’t wrong when you said you did everything with him.

"You’re pretty when you cry," he said. You tried hiding your flustered face. You uttered, "I miss this." You miss being around Wooyoung; his presence was already comforting enough.

"If you still haven't moved on, we can try again." He smiled at you while holding your hand. “I'd love that,” you responded with a smile. Your phone started ringing, and you picked it up.

"Where did you go?" Your friend on the phone asked, "I went to the kitchen, but you weren’t even there."

"I’m at a convenience store; there wasn’t any food, so I went to go buy some."

They yelled, "Well, you better come back; we'll start the movie without you if you don't come back sooner."

"I’ll be there." After hanging up, you turned to face Wooyoung. You assured him you had each other’s number, and you took your food. He called your name as you approached the door.

"Your change!" he yelled as he opened the cash register.

"Keep it."

#kfn: the exchange event #kflixnet #♠️ : sonata’s works #wooyoung #wooyoung ateez #wooyoung x reader #wooyoung fluff #wooyoung imagines #wooyoung scenarios #ateez #ateez x reader #ateez fluff #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #kpop fluff #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop x reader #kpop

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sophieinwonderland · 4 months

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r/FakeDisorderCringe doesn't know what biblical canon is, atheists are offended by saying God is plural, and other people casually throwing out some blasphemies and ableism!

👎

For uncreative title.

Atheists Pretending To Be Deeply Offended...

So, let me guess, you're not actually Christian are you?

Those guys sure aren't.

So weird how people pretend to be offended over a religion they aren't even a part of.

(Let's be real though, that's most of the tulpa discourse.)

Oh... you considered converting.

That clearly gives you a say in this conversation. /s

Meanwhile, my host actually lived the religion. He was Christian through his teenage years, and as a child helped his mom teach Sunday School and went to sleep every night on a Noah's Ark pillow.

Sorry, I distracted from your point. We're thieves stealing from a religion. 🙄

Okay, let's talk "canon!"

I just... I LOVE this whole conversation! 🤣

THIS is actual cringe.

Does anyone see the issue here?

I'll let u/AdSuccessful3533 spell it out. Possibly the only person with sense in the thread.

It's not just Catholic Canon either, but Biblical Canon! Like, there's a whole Wikipedia article on it!

The sheer self-righteous ignorance of r/Fakerdisordercringe (and r/systemscringe) never ceases to amaze me.

All of these people so bent out of shape over the use of "canon" to describe biblical text as if that's not been in use for hundreds of years!

"Something a middle schooler would say."

The Heresies!

That's correct. This is NOT the modalism heresy.

Modalism suggests God is a single unified being who reveals himself in different forms. God being plural would mean that God is three beings in one. This is completely in-line with the views of Trinitarianism.

An example of the modalism heresy would be more like this...

Comparing God to Optimus Prime, arguing that they're just different forms like Optimus Prime in a truck form vs him in a robot form, is modalism.

But if modalism isn't enough, we've got some tritheism too!

Besides the tritheism... it's really hard to take people who are calling tulpas appropriative seriously when they don't even know basic facts about the most popular religion in the world.

Also, the part about System not being a term for a person with DID is technically correct. System is, rather, the term used for the total collection of all the alters. But it is very much a term used by psychologists and it's accurate to refer to the Trinity as a system in this way.

Also, if the Tritheism bothers you, don't worry! We're going to go right back to modalism.

The H2O metaphor is controversial for the same reason as comparing God to Optimus Prime. It suggests God is simply changing form to become these different things.

Miscellaneous

Can you show me that rabbit hole?

I'm the one who Tweeted that, and have NEVER been on the OSDD sub.

Who do you think I am?

No... it definitely doesn't sound right. Religion shouldn't just be a thing for neurotypicals.

If one believes in God, then surely God made all people, including those of us who have mental illnesses. Why should Christianity and biblical references be kept away from people with mental illness other than ableism?

I mean, if by in peace, you mean without endogenic systems, then no. You can't.

We're here and we aren't going away. Ever.

And we exist in all spaces, including in your churches and your religious communities. And Christian systems shouldn't be expected to hide who they are because our existence bothers bigots like you.

We're going to share this world, and we're going to share spaces. And that includes churches and religious spaces too. Deal with it. 🤷‍♀️

Acknowledgements:

I would like to thank everyone at r/fakedisordercringe for giving me the free material. For a subreddit that's designed to laugh at people for supposed "cringe," you all sure are a goldmine for it! 😜

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pinkjanu · 7 months

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A short Akaashi Keiji fanfic!

Professor!Akaashi x Studentfem!reader

Warning⚠️: Professor x student, f*ngering, d*ck grinding, swear words, light smut.

third person POV:

The trees' leaves were fluttering back and forth. flying and tweeting birds. cats were fighting each other.

The 20-year-old Y/n was not paying attention in chemistry class and was gazing out the window.

I mean.. why would she? She was hooking up with the professor anyway.

Akaashi Keiji, to be exact.

Y/n was well aware that doing something like that was against the rules of the school. but, 'who tf cares?' she thought.

That was very dumb of her, I know. like, of course everyone would care Y/n! If someone were to find out about that, you would be labelled as a 'girl who fucks professors', or even worse! be expelled from college! And! Akaashi Keiji will loose his job.

However, Y/n, being the careless girl she is, she did not think twice about seducing and having sex with her professor.

for what exactly?... to get her grades up. (and akaashi keiji is hot)

So, instead of studying, she decided to fuck her teacher for the sake of her low ass grade, to be high.

She really is a dumbass.

Second person POV:

*BRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMMMNKKKKKKKK*

"finallyyy, class is over' you thought.

You quickly packed your things and got up from your chair.

"Hey Y/n! wanna eat lunch together?" a friend of yours, asked.

"Yeah sure!" You agreed with a smile on your face.

As you two were about to leave the classroom, your professor called out your name.

"Y/n, I would like to talk to you, please." Akaashi Keiji a.k.a your (hot) professor, said.

You looked at Akaashi, then back at your friend.

"You can go first, I'll be there" You said to your friend.

As they left, you turned around and faced Akaashi.

"soo... why'd you wanna talk?" you asked him.

"You weren't paying attention in class today. Why is that?" He asked, sounding a bit upset.

"i was bored, sorry... umm, can i go now? i still have to meet up with my friend." you were in a hurry, and Akaashi could clearly see that, but, he wasn't gonna let you off so easily.

"Look. I don't really need to pay attention when i can just have sex with you, and then.. boom! My grades are magically line of 9!" you explained.

Akaashi sighed.

"I am aware of that, Y/n, but you must pay attention. You cannot go around sleeping with professors..If you're dumb, you will never succeed in life."

"Ouch.. did you just call me dumb? That's very rude of you" You said. Your hand on your chest, acting hurt.

Akaashi laughed softly.

"Come sit on my lap, Y/n" He said, manspreading on his chair, whilst looking at you seductively.

"As much as i want to have sex with you, sorry but, we're at school" You denied his sexyness.

"I promise we won't do anything. I just want to hug you, sweetheart." He said, smiling softly.

You sighed, giving in because of his cuteness.

"Okayy.." You walked up to him and sat on his lap, feeling his hands snake around your waist whilst his face was burried in your neck.

"You smell good" He complemented.

"stop with your complements. I know what you're doing" you rolled your eyes.

"what do you mean by that?" Akaashi questioned, tightening his grasp on your waist.

"You're gonna act all sweet and shit. then next thing u know, You're fucking me."

"And yet, you still fell for it" He whispered in your ear, smirking at your shocked reaction.

"Wait, what!? i was just joking-"

"Too late "

it was too late indeed.

You felt his hands, inside your skirt, teasing your....

your what?.... Clothed vagina?.. Clothed pussy? or.. Clothed female genitalia??? i honestly do not know how to describe it as. let's just stick to clothed pussy😀.

You whimpered as you felt his middle and ring finger do circular motions on your clothed clitoris.

he continued on doing that for a few seconds.

Eventually, he became impatient and entered his hand inside your underwear, making him touch your wet pussy. (im cringing hard)

He started to do the same circular motions on your naked, and sensitive clit.

Hearing you holding in your moans, turned him on soo much that you could feel him starting to have a boner.

You started to grind on his lap, making you both feel pleasure.

"Fuck... you're so hot" He groaned.

"F-Fuck...mmhh~" You moaned out, feeling a tingling sensation inside your stomach.

As Akaashi noticed your moans getting louder, He entered two fingers in you, letting his palm press against your clit.

"Aah..~ f-fuck yes~" You moaned louder, feeling the tingling sensation more and more as if it was about to burst.

Akaashi on the other hand, is grinding his clothed dick on your ass, faster and faster, in desperate need of cumming.

"Fuck Y/n.. you f-feel so good mm~" He moaned in your ear.

"I'm gonna cum.. aah~!" You moaned out, about to reach your climax.

"Let's cum together", and with Akaashi's one last thrust, his cock twitched inside his pants and released a white fluid, making his front part of his pants, wet.

Your cum was dripping all over your thighs, making your underwear and skirt, wet.

Both of you were panting heavily. Sweats dripping down from your faces.

You both looked like you two just ran a marathon.

*BBBRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMNKKKKKKK*

The bell rang, signalling that lunch was over.

"Shit! i better fix myself!" you said, panicking.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom, bye Akaashi!" And with that, you ran your way through the girl's bathroom.

Akaashi could only let out a soft laugh.

who wouldn't?

You looked so cute. Your face was full on red!

Even if you left, akaashi was still admiring your beauty, making him forget about his cum stain on his pants.

The end🥰.

I haven't written smut for like, 2 years now.😭

#akaashi keiji x reader #smut #haikyuu smut #fem!reader #light smut #fukurodani #akaashi keiji #hq akaashi #akaashi smut #anime

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jaemified · 10 months

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sunshine - kwon soonyoung

“you’ll always be my sunshine in the rain”

pairing; kwon soonyoung x fem!reader

genre; fluff, drama, unrequited love

warnings; minimal mention of drinking, soonyoung and reader get rained on in the middle

wordcount; 1.6k

synopsis; the one who stayed by your side no matter how many times you got fired from different jobs, tells you no matter the outcome, you’ll always be his sunshine in the rain.

read below the cut !

you had just been fired from your third job within a span of 7 months. not that you really did anything, you were always a competent employee, just the fact your overly.. energetic (to say the least) friend group would always seem to forget they are in public when they visit you. and once your boss found out they were yours, you paid the price no matter how much you tried.

“im sorry. i know it’s not you whos personally at fault, but we’ve been getting to many noise complaints from both owners next door. so we have to let you go, im really sorry again.” your boss, minnie, had told you before firing you from the bakery.

i mean, it made some sense that there would be noise complaints as the people next door were a tutoring company and a book store, but why would you have to be the one to take the blame?

at the end of the day, they were still your best friends, so you tried to see past it. but you really needed the money with rent due soon, not to mention the bills on top of all that. ‘i really might need to cancel my netflix and hulu subscription..’

you do have a roommate, sana, who you of course are close with, but with her being in law school, she was barely home.

of course she paid her share as she was pretty financially stable not to mention she still slept there (sorta) often, yet you never could ask her for money. though you went to high school and finished college together, it still felt weird asking for money.

so you sucked it up and went job hunting online, texting some of your (other) friends if they knew any available positions in the retail industry.

after 3 hours, you gave up. it was about 5pm now, and you had been rejected by around 15 different stores.

you decided to take a break to eat, and made a quick sandwich.

you scrolled through your phone mindlessly, before you received a notification from the one and only tiger lover (you really cringed when he told you to make that his contact name), soonyoung.

hoshi; r u ok

hoshi; srry me and kyeom got u fired

hoshi; picking u up

hoshi; dress nice

hoshi; jk u always do

hoshi; be there in 25

you sighed at his sad attempt to cheer you up. of course, him and seokmin were your best friends (among other things) yet you seriously had no idea how to move forward career wise.

you thought of just not telling them where you worked but they always found out one way or another.

even so, despite the desperate need for money you appreciated all soonyoung did for you. if he wasnt able to support you financially, he definitely always would mentally/emotionally.

with a heavy groan, you drag yourself off the couch to get dressed as you realized the minimal time you had left before he’d arrive.

you put on a yellow dress with yellow frill short sleeves, as well as a random pair of white sneakers before grabbing your bag and phone just as soonyoung texted he was parked outside.

“is that the dress i bought for you a while back?” he questioned while he backed out the parking lot.

“yeah. just never really had the chance to wear it since i was always working.”

“im sorry about that, again. i know you aren’t exactly the most financially stable but just know you can always come to me if you need-”

“soonyoung- weve been over this, i cant just ask you for money. i could never impose on you like that.”

“its not imposing if im the one offering it to you. but really, i don’t mind. im more then comfortable money wise right now.”

“only cause you live in cheols basement.”

“its not a basement- its a bedroom below the main floor. and josh literally has his own room on the same level as me! you know what thats besides the point. but you get what i mean!”

“yeah- you’re a group of 5 grown men living in a small technically one story plus a loft house with a.. not-basement because none of you wanna pay bills on your own.” you chuckled, rolling your eyes as you let the wind blow in your face through the crack in the window.

“hey! you’re saying that like we all don’t pay our own fair share.”

“whatever. where are we going anyway.”

“somewhere.”

“no way. are you kidnapping me?” you dramatically gasped, putting a hand over your chest.

“stop talking or im dropping you off at the nearest insane asylum.”

—

after a good 15 minutes of driving, you realized soonyoung had taken you to the old park you used to always visit together, recalling all the fond memories while the rushed back to you when you first stepped out onto the grass.

you noticed soonyoung taking a smallish basket out the trunk before you connected the dots it your head — he had taken you onto a picnic.

“you coming? this basket isnt getting any lighter.”

soonyoung had brought all sorts of your favorite comfort foods, ranging from strawberry shortcake, to tteokbokki, and even spam musubi.

as you took a bite out of your slice of cake, you let out a little gasp as a bee danced around your fork, before eventually flying to crawl over your dress.

you immediately stood up to shake it off you, sighing in relief as you saw it fly away (thanks to soonyoung swatting it but youre an independent person)

“you’re that freaked out over a small bug?”

“it was a bee! i dont want it to sting me or get in my cake.”

“it only stings you if you attack it first.”

“you’re lucky i didn’t attack you. why are all the bees coming towards me and not you anyway?”

“guess the bees know who the real flower is.” he smiled, before digging back into his own food like it was nothing.

your heart melted at the little comment, but it was expected from soonyoung. you shouldn’t get all worked up from something so usual/normalized, you told yourself.

but if it was so normal, why was your heart beating so fast?

“that was a little sudden. what was that all about?”

“oh that? yeah i like you.” he shrugged like it was nothing, the words rolling off his tongue so naturally as if he was responding to the most obvious question in the world. like, what color is the sky, or, how the hell do you respond to your super cute best friend that you find attractive, saying he likes you but he just got you fired thrice??

you felt the air being knocked out your lungs, absolutely speechless.

“i only said it so naturally cause i know you don’t feel the same, you know,” soonyoung mumbled, seemingly reading your mind. “just kinda needed to get it off my chest.”

“soonyoung..”

“no i get it. i mean i can’t expect you to love me especially ive been such a bad friend. i knew you were struggling and yet i still got you fired. from three different jobs.”

“im really sorry.”

“no need, if anything i should be sorry.”

“you know i still really care about you, right.”

“course you do, its only natural, anyway”. he forced a smile, though he wasn’t quite sure what else he expected.

though, he supposed a small part of him was holding onto something, wishing maybe you could’ve been a little more.

coincidentally, you began to feel small raindrops against your finger tips. you looked up to see the once bright blue sky had turned gray and gloomy.

“that’s weird.. I don’t remember seeing any rain in the forecast..”

soonyoung immediately packed up everything as soon as he could the moment he felt the rainfall coming down harder and faster.

by the time he was done, you both were pretty drenched.

he dug through the neatly packed basket to grab his black denim jacket to wrap around your shoulders as he guided the two of you to the car through the rapidly shifting winds.

soonyoung was meant to drop you off, but you invited him in. despite all his personal protests, he still went in anyway.

you poured yourselves some red wine, sitting on the floor by the warm fireplace after the cold rain soaked you both.

“i dont know if it’s the wine talking but you are really attractive, even if i don’t see you the way you see me.” you slightly slurred.

“well. you know what they say, drunk words are sober thoughts.” he awkwardly chuckled.

“im sorry.” you drunkenly mumbled, your head tipping over to fall onto soonyoungs shoulder.

he quickly took your wine glass to put onto the coffee table behind you in order to avoid staining the fluffy white carpet.

“what for?”

“i still really care about you.”

“well. you’ll always be my sunshine in the rain, even if it’s only ever just as friends.” soonyoung whispered to you, pulling his jacket tighter over your shoulders while you let yourself be absorbed by your own dreamland.

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yesimwriting · 8 months

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If we're in an ethan mood 👀

Could you write something like little snippets of ethan developing a crush on mc and then the moment he's like "oh wait a minute... i LIKE her"

Only if you're comfortable doing so of course!

a/n he'd be such a cutie during his pining era pls and in total denial about it

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"Sam's gonna kill us."

Tara's eyes briefly flicker towards your reflection in the mirror. You give yourself a second to feel how quickly time can change things. If you had accidentally said something like that as recently as a month ago, Tara would have torn into you. Ranting and asking you if you really thought that was funny. But now, the hyperbole barely warrants a glance in your direction.

"She's not our mom," Tara scoffs, attention shifting back to her eyeliner immediately.

And while that's true...you're not sure you want to seem like you're taking a specific side in one of their weird, sisterly power stand offs. Despite being one of their roommate's, you've managed to expertly avoid getting caught in the middle most of the time.

Even though you're the one trying to be the voice of reason, your attention turns back to the blush you were blending into your cheek. "Yeah, true..." You rub your beauty blender against the apple of your cheek. "But still, I don't want it to like...be a thing."

"It won't be," Tara counters quickly, "We might be home before her." Yeah, heavy on the might. Tara already made it clear that she wasn't in the mood to take tonight lightly. "And if we're not, who cares?" Tara straightens before setting down her eyeliner. "She'll be angsty about it and then move on. I didn't ask her to come to school with me."

That's something you for sure won't be commenting on. "Whatever." You reach for a tube of lipgloss. "Let the record reflect I tried."

"Yeah, you tried really hard."

You let out a breath that's almost a laugh, "Shut u--"

The last part of your sentence is cut off by the sound of knocking. It feels faint, but you know it has to be loud if it's being heard over Tara's pre-night out playlist.

"Oh," you mumble, setting down your still closed tube of lipgloss, "It's the guys."

Tara's expression morphs into a knowing smile. "Excited?"

You know exactly what she's getting. "Shut up." You turn towards the bathroom door before pausing and cringing at your mistake, "And I don't know what you're talking about."

"Which one of us invited Ethan to what was supposed to be a girl's night out?"

You roll your eyes, "And Chad."

She gives you a look that says she sees right through you. "Think it'd be better if you liked Chad." Now it's your turn to give her a 'I know about what you're pretending isn't a crush' stare. "Not like--I mean--at least we know he's safe."

This again. The continuous slight distrust of Ethan. You can't blame her or any of the other four people you've come unbelievably close with in a few months time for being so untrusting. You kind of knew about what happened to them before meeting them, some guy in the lecture you had with Tara tapped you on the shoulder. That's the serial killer sister girl.

That piece of gossip led to you doing something not great, but fair--a google deep dive that almost made you flinch when Tara then got paired with you for an ice breaker, syllabus week activity. After your friendship formed, many nights spent walking around the city and late night calls about the nightmare roommate you were randomly paired to dorm with eventually led to you moving in after the summer session ended.

By then you were friendly with what Chad likes to call the core four and they opened up slowly about their trauma slowly. You get it. You try to get it, but every time they flash their inherent distrust they remind you of how easy it would be for them to close ranks, cut you off and leave you for the wolves. It's not a fair insecurity, which is why you've decided to keep it to yourself.

"Tara we've been over this," you scratch the back of your wrist, suddenly feeling small, "I'm just as much a rando to you as Ethan."

Tara shakes her head once, eyes softening a little, "Yeah, but you're a rando that's like my best friend." Her eyes leave yours briefly and you're hit with the impression that this is hard for her. Tara's never given you the impression of being particularly touchy-feely, and you know what happened with one of her last close friendships. "So..."

You try not to beam, not wanting her to regret saying something like that so openly. "So..." You repeat, kind of teasing. "I should go get the door." As if on cue, another round of sharp knocking cuts through the base of the music.

You turn away before you can overthink and approach the front door. "Hey, guys," you grin as you pull the door open.

Chad and Ethan are waiting in the apartment's hall. "Y/n," Chad greets warmly, one hand moving to squeeze your shoulder as he steps into the apartment's entryway.

Even though Tara might be a tiny bit right about why you invited Chad and Ethan, you definitely don't mind that Chad's your easiest way to get Ethan to hang out with you guys without having to worry about seeming weird. Chad's a good guy beneath the stereotypical former high school jock thing. He's fun and nice and you have a feeling he really cares about Tara.

"Tara's still in the bathroom fixing her eyeliner." You keep your voice breezy, casual even though you know exactly why you're telling him.

For a second, you think he might call you out on your not-so-subtle pushing, but he just smiles casually. It must be so easy to think like a guy. "I'm gonna say hi."

He walks around you, offering your shoulder one last friendly squeeze as he passes. Ethan steps further into the living room, lingering like he's unsure on whether or not he's supposed to be following Chad.

"Hey," you greet, "Guess what?"

Ethan blinks. He's gotten used to your typically friendly demeanor, but sometimes when it's directed at him he isn't sure how to take it. You're pretty and warm and caring about your existence is not part of the plan. If anything, it's the opposite. He knows how close you are to Tara, how much Sam's opinion matters to you.

"What?"

"Your econ notes totally saved my life." There's genuine relief in your voice, and Ethan is glad that he's a part of that. "Just saw my quiz grade and I got a 97 on it."

Ethan lets himself smile, "That's great."

"A lot better than my last one." You hate that you don't know where to go with this. "You're in intro to comp this semester, right?"

He nods, "Yeah." Ethan straightens his posture, angling his body more towards you. "...I have Charleston."

You immediately cringe, exhaling a low wince. "Ouch. I had him for summer term, he's crazy harsh."

"Yeah," Ethan agrees, "Learned that after my first essay."

Your eyebrows pull together. "He' snot all bad once you get him figured out."

Ethan fights down a smile, "Of course you'd say that." It had been a bit of a running joke between the friend group that you never seemed to have issues with any professor or TA. That you always found one way or another to connect to or figure them out.

You groan, "Shut up." Ethan suppresses a laugh. "I was going to offer you my notes and feedback I got from my summer class, but now I don't know."

"No..." Ethan doubts that you'd ever be vindictive enough to keep your notes from anyone. Even if that was a concern, he still wouldn't be too worried. His grades are fine and his priorities are a little different these days. But still, he likes the thought of getting access to something like one of your essays. A chance for more insight into you. "C'mon, please."

You tilt your head slightly, eyes narrowing in mock debate. "Okay." With no warning, you turn towards the direction of your room. Ethan follows you.

Ethan lingers in the doorway as you approach the desk tucked into the corner of your room. "You can come in," you mumble, a little confused about his hesitance.

He steps in, letting himself take in your bedroom. Ethan's been here before for brief periods of time. He's gotten glimpses while the group waited for you to grab something you forgot before going out or while you searched through your school supplies before an econ study session. But he still hasn't gotten tired at look at it, at noting the posters on your wall and the collage of you and your friends that you're always adding to.

His eyes linger on that, the photos taped up on your wall. There are a few new ones, one of you and Tara and Sam at a coffee shop. There's even a mirror picture of you and Quinn at some store...something he'd definitely have to ask his sister about. A new photo of you and Chad that makes his chest feel tight. It's a quick snapshot, you a few steps ahead of Chad who looks like he didn't realize you were taking a photo until the flash started going off. You're both holding cones of ice cream and Mindy's arm is in the corner.

He looks down, eyes focusing on another photo. You're grinning, arm extended upwards to take a picture of you and the person across from you. Him.

"New pictures?"

You turn in your desk chair. "Yeah, I printed some more out last week."

Ethan points at the picture that's just the two of you, "I like this one."

You look up from the bottom desk drawer you were rifling through, "That one's one of my favorites."

Ethan feels the offhanded comment in his chest. Heat tries to crawl its way up his neck. "You--you look nice in it."

"You look cute," you mumble, "I like your hair like that."

He's glad for the low lighting and the excuse to keep his back to you. If it wasn't for that, you'd definitely be able to say the blood rushing to his face. He looks back at the picture, noting the slightly tousled look of his hair. You turn your attention back to your desk and Ethan lightly brushes his hair with his fingers.

"Okay..." You pull out a folder and a notebook. "All of it's here--you can grab it when we get back or whenever." You sit up, relaxing against your seat. "I just needed to find it now because drunk me wouldn't be able to and hung over definitely won't remember."

The potential excuse to come back here at the end of night feels like a sort of promise. The trust that the comment is displaying isn't lost him either. You're planning on drinking and probably coming home extremely out of it and you don't have any issue with him being around for that.

Ethan knows you're probably not thinking that far ahead, but you must, at least, feel that way subconsciously. He knows you're the kind to be aware of that kind of thing, has heard snippets of your conversation with the other girls about staying vigilant every night out.

"Yeah, I'll grab it tonight. We've got an essay due on Friday that I haven't even started."

You scrunch up your face for a second in pained empathy. "If you need any help with it, just let me know." You tap your nails against the side of your knee. "...When I'm sober again."

"Yeah," Ethan nods, "For sure."

----

"Y'know approximately 42% of cabs are in New York."

The number feels generous--and random--but you always seem to know things.

"Actually?"

You giggle, the sound full. "No." The admission is soft as you turn away from the window, still laughing. "I don't--I don't know." You tilt your head curiously, and for a second, Ethan thinks the movement might indicate the return of your earlier dizziness. He straightens like he might need to stabilize you again. It's then that he realizes how close you are. "I made it up."

Even though that was obvious to the only person in the room that didn't set a new personal best in number of shots taken in an hour, you're smilingly so kindly he doesn't have the heart to point that out. "You made it up?"

You nod slowly, like one too sharp motion is all it'd take to topple you over. "And you believed me."

Ethan angles his chin downwards. "Not sure I did."

"You bought it for like a second though, right?"

You're watching him carefully, desperate to find any kind of crack in his expression that might prove you right. A part of him wants to push. The rest of him is too placated by your slight smile and steady gaze. "...Maybe for a second."

A beat passes. The two of you continue to openly watch each other. You snap out of it by bending your fingers into a fist. You gently bump your knuckles against his arm. "Knew it."

Your fist briefly lingers, brushing down his arm as you take your hand back rather than just pulling it away. Ethan doesn't get the warmth that crawls up his face.

With no warning, you pull away entirely. You walk past Ethan and slowly make your way to the bed. As soon as it's within reach, you lose all sense of care and flop onto the mattress like you're exhausted.

You go from sitting to flat on your back so quickly Ethan briefly wonders if you've fallen asleep. "Y/n?"

"Hm?" You turn your head sharply from one side to another. Still conscious. "Tired."

There's something soft about the way you say it, half mumbled and drowsy. "I know, but you--you can't--" He's not sure how to express what he's thinking without sounding like he's trying to cross a line. You're still in going out clothes, nothing extreme but the mainly form fitting outfit can't be comfortable enough to sleep with. And he knows you have a thing against sleeping without taking your makeup first. "Can't sleep like that."

You lift an arm in the air just to drop it across your chest. There's a flurry of words that follows the motion, but they're all mushed together and too quiet for Ethan to make out. "At least tell me where your pajamas are."

Another mesh of words. Somewhere in the collage of sentences you manage to get out, "Top-second-second-to-top drawer."

Ethan approaches your dresser, picking out a T-shirt and some pajama shorts he's seen you wear to movie nights before. He sets them down next to you. "You've gotta..."

You stretch an arm upwards, waving once in a way that feels dismissive. Your hand then drops down with no warning, wiping at your eyes before you slowly sit up, one hand reaching for the hem of your top.

Ethan's eyes widen. After a second of mental buffering, the sense to turn around. He forces his attention to remain on your walls. "Y/n." It's meant to sound partially stern, maybe even a little scolding, but his voice's pitch comes out a little too breathy near the end of your name. He'd probably be embarrassed by the sudden shift if you were more sober. You might not even remember Ethan being here tomorrow morning outside of a vague awareness.

Still, knowing that you're changing out of that tiny skirt and low cut top less than three full feet away from him...

Ugh. He tells himself that it's because you're nice to him and you're an objectively pretty girl. And all that planning stuff with his dad and his sister makes it hard to even think about girls. He's living a half life, letting himself enjoy the sense of friendship his false life is giving him from time to time while still staying focused. Anything romantic would be too complicated.

But still, he's a young guy and you always smell nice and you're pretty and you always go out of your way to include him things and--it's all biology. Attraction's understandable, it's not like he has a crush on you or anything.

"Okay." The reminder of his current makes his face feel warm. "You're safe. Y'can turn around."

Your words come out slurred enough that Ethan wonders if he should give you an extra second or two just to make sure. He turns around slowly, ready to snap his head back around if necessary.

True to your word, you're dressed, shorts barely peaking out from under your oversized tee. He should feel less now that you're more dressed and look a lot more casual. "G-good." He swallows in an attempt to make his throat feel less dry.

You sit down at the edge of your bed, "Mhm."

"You think you can wash your makeup off?" The question feels awkward. Ethan watches as you cross your legs beneath you. "You just--you never like when you wake up with makeup still on."

Your head tilts a little too sharply to one side, a lazy smile on your face. "That's nice, but 'm okay." Ethan considers protesting, but as if to make your point you wipe at your eyes. "Are you--going back?"

The question takes a second to click. Ethan had come over to the apartment you share with the Carpenters and his sister with Chad, like usual. Chad had completely crashed on the living room couch almost immediately after walking back from the party. It isn't the first time he's slept something off here, and Ethan definitely didn't mind the alone time. "Uh--yeah."

"It's kinda late," you mumble, "You can--you can stay here if you want." It's said so innocently Ethan almost thinks he might of misheard you.

"Here?"

"Mhm." You move up your bed, pushing back your sheets and semi-awkwardly crawling beneath them. "Sleepover."

Ethan's face has to be red. If you notice, you don't give any indication of even understanding why this might feel a little odd. He should let you down gently with some kind of excuse about having so much homework that he has to start first thing in the morning. "You sure?"

Your head is already on your pillow, "Yeah." It's more of a hum than an actual response. You're already half asleep. "We're friends."

It's not a big deal. Objectively, Ethan knows that that's true. Quinn can have whole relationships and flings and whatever else she does to make the time pass. Ethan can handle sharing a bed with you to keep things seeming normal and avoid a later walk than he wanted.

"Okay," his voice feels strained, tight, "Yeah if--if you're okay with it."

"Mhm." You push yourself to one side of your bed lazily. "We can--we can go to that brunch place tomorrow, if you're--" You trail off, voice growing lighter like you're falling asleep.

Ethan approaches your bed slowly even though he doubts he'd be able to wake you on purpose, let alone intentionally. You don't stir as he gets into bed, not even reacting as his fingertips brush against your arm.

He lets himself relax, eyes shutting. After a second, he feels the bed shift. A weight finds itself onto his shoulder. Ethan squints his eyes open, blood rushing to his face at the realization that your temple's now resting against his arm.

----

"Ugh," you sigh, glaring at your phone.

Ethan looks up from his coffee cup. "What?"

You shake your head. "It's nothing." You set down your phone and pick up your own drink. "Just that this girl that got put in my group with in Lucille's class has been ghosting our project group chat but she keeps posting herself hanging out with her friends on Instagram." You take a quick sip of your beverage. "She won't do her part, but she can take time out of her beach day to comment that my powerpoint slides are busy."

He frowns, "Your slides aren't busy."

"I know," you agree, "They totally kick ass."

You're mainly kidding, but there's still a hint of genuine defensiveness in your tone. The fact that you're taking this as a personal insult is more endearing than it should be. "They do."

You nod your head firmly, happy to be validated. "Thank you." You take another sip of your drink. "I love that you let me say crazy things like this and pretend that they are that deep." You tap your nails against the wood of the cafe table. "This is why we're friends."

Ethan crosses his arms on the table, hoping that the shift doesn't come off as transparent. He's still getting used to that, at how open you are, how genuine. You're always finding a way to affirm the friendship through either words or subtle actions.

"That's the only reason?"

You press your lips together, pretending to think about it. "Uh...you also buy me coffee and are the only reason I'm not failing econ, so..." The two of you laugh a little more than the joke warrants.

"I feel appreciated."

You roll your eyes at his joking tone. Ethan knows that you appreciate him. Because of how suspicious most of your friend group is, a lot of their mistrust has found its way to Ethan. It's easier to trust someone you live with, so you and Quinn aren't the first to be targeted. And Anika and Mindy are dating, that comes with additional trust. So Ethan's the most effected by their understandable PTSD. Except for Chad, who dorms with him.

It's not like he's fully excluded by everyone else, but every once in awhile the fact that they're ready to be the most wary of him at a moment's notice becomes overly obvious.

You lift an arm, nudging his arm with your fist, "Come on." You sit up a little straighter, "You know I love ya."

Ethan can feel the blood rushing to is face. He stares at the table, unsure if he'll be able to handle looking you in the eye right now. You just have to be so nice and pretty. Maybe if you were more one than the other he'd be able to handle it. He wouldn't have to constantly be trying to convince himself that he's neutral about you...that he'd actually be able to hurt you or let you get hurt like the others.

"An 'I love you' over an iced coffee?" Ethan tries to keep his voice steady, light.

You roll your eyes again, "Don't make me sound easy, it wasn't a love confession." You pick up your cup again, "And I got an extra pump of syrup and cold foam, so it wouldn't have even been unwarranted."

That alone makes Ethan want to get you your iced coffee every day. With any and all the additives you want. "Good to know."

It's your turn to stare at your hands. "Smooth." You fidget, twisting your fingers before forcing them to lay flat on the surface beneath them. "Don't you have to go to someone's office hours before 11:00?"

The honest answer is no, but that's not what Ethan told you. Office hours, extra classes, group projects, and study group meetings. School related excuses are the easiest ways to get to covertly meet with his family. Quinn's in a position to get to use guys as excuses, but Ethan isn't as...outgoing. And made up friends or jobs leave more room for questions.

And Ethan doesn't want to give you the impression that he's unavailable.

Ugh. He keeps telling himself that he can't factor you in. He shouldn't even want to. Anything he does to go out of his way for you will only draw more attention to you in the end. If he begins to slip because of you his dad will find a way to connect it back to you.

Ethan glances at his phone, noting the time. 10:43. If he leaves now, he'll still be a few minutes late. Nothing noticeable, nothing he can't blame on the city's foot traffic. "Uh..." he turns off his phone screen, "He cancelled them."

"Yeah?"

He blinks, trying to figure out how to spin this. He wonders if Richie ever struggled with the lying to everyone all the time or if that came as naturally to him as everything else. "Yeah...he sent an email about his kids having colds."

"Oh," you hum casually, "Feels like everyone gets sick after school starts. A girl in my lit class was sniffling so bad last class and Tara's throat's been sore lately." You believed him so easily, Ethan feels a pinprick of guilt about it. "Does that mean you have time to hangout?"

That eases any discomfort immediately. "...Aren't we hanging out right now?"

You give him a pointed look. "You know what I mean." You prop your head up on your elbow. "Do you have time to do something else?"

It'll be fine. He'll text his dad that he couldn't get away and that Chad was getting suspicious so he had to cancel his plans. Quinn would see right that, but he could get her to cover for him. He's covered for her enough times when she wanted a break from the vengeance thing to hook up with some guy or just be distracted. And this isn't different than that. Quinn blows off steam with guys and he blows it off with you. It's just a way to have something positive in his life.

It doesn't matter, but he can't seem too invested. "Do what?"

"Okay, you can say no, but I passed the cutest store on this street the other day..." You trail off softly, optimistic. "And I was going to go with Tara, but she's been super busy lately."

"Shopping trip?"

You sigh, the sound defeated, "I know. You don't have to--"

"No," Ethan breathes, "It sounds fun."

Your eyebrows draw together, "Fun?"

You sound so skeptical, but Ethan doesn't even have to think twice about it. It does sound fun. Anything that involves you sounds fun.

It hits him then that that's more than fondness or even friendship. That's really caring about someone...that's liking them. Like really liking them.

That alone should be reason enough for him to stop all of it. Bail and make some kind of excuse and stop hanging out with you so much. He tries to make himself, tries to imagine the way your expression would shift from an easy smile to a frown, "Do you want me to go or not?"

You beam. "You're right." Still smiling, you pull your bag off the side of your chair and pick up your coffee. "You ready?"

Warmth crawls up his neck and settles against his cheeks. "Yeah."

#scream #scream x reader #scream 2023 #scream 2023 x reader #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #ghostface #ghostface x reader

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hey! ik you work at a school and based on how you post about it, you really care a lot about your job and it seems like the kids really like and trust you. i'm about to start a job as a para working 1:1 w/ a middle schooler, and my prior experience is all tutoring college students- do you have any tips on getting kids that age to engage w/ you? im worried ill be awkward around him and he'll think im cringe 😭 would really appreciate any advice u have to give

middle schoolers are developmentally in a place where they are experimenting with independence for the first time. they will test rules, boundaries, expectations. be clear and consistent but not rigid. if you make it integral to your relationship and their success that they tell you what motivates them, they have agency, and that you want to work WITH them, they may not believe that immediately but the more you prove it the easier it will be to know how to support them.

if you know anyone who has worked with this student before, ask about and be ready to filter the information you learn. I ask questions like "do you remember a day that was successful, and how did you get there?". ask "was there a time you felt that you connected?". "What strategies did you find helpful?".

I don't always agree with all of my colleagues in their approach or their view of the kid in front of them, but that doesn't mean I can't learn from them and apply it in my own way. about the same student, I was warned that successful only happened when they were elevated by using a neutral tone and that they will try to trick me so be aware of that. another said that they are very funny and sometimes needs pressure to be grounded- when I suggested a weighted shoulder blanket, she lit up and said "that would be an awesome idea!!". another colleague said that they do very well with expectations given in the form of "If X happens, my expectation is to [action]". I can keep all of these things in mind and also not let them be more deciding than the kid that I will have in front of me.

You have your own style and that can be translated to a lot of ages if you take steps to learn to communicate with them and dont make them feel stupid or inexperienced. I invite suggestions and try to apply their voice as appropriate and safe. I don't make promises I can't keep, and if I can't keep them I am upfront about it. Model integrity and honesty.

Also, because of the rapid development both hormonally, socially, physically, 6th, 7th, and 8th are all WILDLY different. The ways I can talk to my 8th graders about deeply personal social-emotional reflections doesn't look the same my 6th or 7th graders. You'll naturally find out where your student lies in terms of maturity and understanding, and there will be a LOT of growth in a single year.

Kids will accept and grow fond of your cringe if they know you express it in solidarity and from a willingness to learn. Anything will be cringe if they want to haze you for it, including things YOU SEE THEM DOING ALL THE TIME 🤣 I tell my kids all the time that there are things that come naturally to them that amaze me and impress me that I don't know about. I put my kids in positions to be teachers. Being cringe is a natural part of working with kids and its ok to be silly and weird IF you are there for them when it counts. IF you don't patronize, condescend, or talk down to them. They are intelligent, thoughtful, and often know much much more than they ever say. They are extremely resilient. they will genuinely think you are just as likely 17 or 40 years old no matter what age you are. Don't worry about being awkward or cringe, take steps to understand the passions and joys of your students. Be willing to suck at things they excel at. Be willing to play basketball with them even though you suck ass, and ask them how to improve. Be willing to make bracelets that are so fucking ugly they're worth laughing about while they're making 400-braid works of art. Acknowledge when they have skills you aren't familiar with. They will learn to appreciate yours if they know you see theirs.

They don't accuse me of being lame when I act goofy, to them it's just part of who "Mr. Jack" is. I'm not above getting pranked. I'm not above getting razzed on. Im not above getting something wrong. I'm a professional who knows how to navigate systems and wants to share that with them. I explain why things happen. I answer "why" with a genuine, thoughtful response. Middle schoolers always want to know why, and if they don't know why by the time they get to high school because it's been held hostage by people in power, they believe there is no "why". I never say "just because" or "It's the right thing to do". I say what will come out of it. If I ever have to report something happening or have to have another colleague help with a mandated reporting/need help from social work to wrap around, I never just do it. I say things like "you know, X is someone I really trust and respect here. They have more information than I do and I think if we worked together we would be able to really find a solution, can we try to do that". I explain that I will never abandon them or shove them on others or destroy our trust, but I have Profesional obligations and that I will walk through the whole process with them. I have sat in ambulances with kids. I have stayed into the night at hospitals with kids. I have exercised my right to refuse to send a kid home out of an immediate safety concern and updated them the entire time what every call I made was about, what I did and did NOT share, checked in with them... and my worst fear of ruining my relationship with a kid and destroying their trust has not happened because I make sure that the pieces are not moving around them while they are helpless. So much is already out of their control.

I have coached multiple students who admitted to me that they vaped or smoked, and i think this is a good example of applying that mindset: My job isn't tell them to stop because it's bad. My job is to say "look, I'm not going to say what everyone else has told you or pretend that I've never done something that could harm my body. Anything you do, I want you to do research and use that to decide what is worth it." And I share knowledge, we get to the root of it, we talk about the reasons, we talk about the risks. One of my students who smoked nicotine without parents knowing didn't know that it would seriously impact a surgery they had coming up that they had been waiting for their whole life and were excited for. Me sharing that information not with the threat of consequences but with a need for them to understand how to move forward was how we got to develop a plan to quit that was seen through.

Sorry that was a lot of rambling!! Basically work as a team and find ways to come up with strategies together. You can be professional, "in charge", and provide direction without insulting the newly budding agency your middle schoolers are unfortunately learning that they don't have in a lot of environments. Start EVERY SINGLE DAY new. I have bad days and have cried because of how hurtful something was from a student, but I don't let that stop me from greeting them in the morning, or feeling like they have a right to education, or that they can't try to do things differently. They're incredibly impulsive, and you will have an hour long conversation that seems to really sink, and the second you get out of the room they will still immediately do the thing they shouldn't. Over time with consistency they really do change, and it's normal for that to not be always immediate. Days, weeks, years... sometimes you won't even see that growth, and that's really hard, but you have to trust that it will happen.

#Pls Let me know if you didnt want this published!!!! <3

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make a mammon (obey me, shall we date) & y/n one but the plot twist is that mammon starts dating u bc he got dared to & then he falls in love with y/n more & more

🎧📚 ｡✧⭒˚ ~ Just a bet

Genre: Angst, fluff (maybe, maybe not)

Mammon x f!reader

Summary: As a dare, Mammon has to date someone in class. He picks a random girl in the back of his class. Not knowing she's hopelessly in love with him. One day he asks to call off the bet not realizing she was near. Will he be able to fix this?

Word count: 586

Inspired by: Sex sells by Lovejoy

Warnings: Angst, fluff (🤭🤔), cringe probably.

A/N: HOW ODD??? I thought ur request was deleted. I couldn't find it for like 3 days and it just randomly came out while I was going through my drafts. Anyway enjoy my fave little loser💋. I kinda hate this. AND ALSO THIS SONG IS BASED ON SEX SELLS BY LOVEJOY 😍😍😍

It all started when Mammon took a bet from his friend.

“Hey Mammon! Truth or dare?”

“Dare!”

“I dare you to date a random girl in class”

“No way, that’s horrible and mean”

“I’ll give you 5000 grimm if you do it.”

“...Okay deal, I’ll just tell her”

He didn’t know it would go this far. He didn’t know he’d fall for her like she fell for him.

“Hey Y/n, are you doing anything after school?”

“I’m doing nothing after, why?” She didn’t look up from her journal

“Wanna go out?”

“Go out where? And with who”

“Go out with me”

“How do I know you’re not fucking with me right not?”

“I’m not! I heard there was a fair opening near here”

“Fine. One date Mammon, one date.”

He fucked up. Real bad.

He shouldn’t have done it, he should’ve told her.

“I want the deal off.”

“Why? Are you losing? Or are you falling in love?”

“I’m serious, Arroth. I want the deal off.”

“Just break it off with her. I saw that girl you liked was getting jealous”

They were interrupted when Mammon heard running and also sobbing.

The image of you crying was burnt in his memory.

He adored you! He really did.

He noticed little things about you, things normally people wouldn’t notice.

He noticed how you used to wear cold, and earthy tones before you met him.

How you wore more warm tones when you met him, symbolizing confidence and independence.

How you were always happy and bubbly around him

How comfortable you were.

You thought he was the one.

You thought he was serious.

Only for him to lead you into a false sense of hope.

“I’m telling you Y/n! He’s into you!”

“Oh shush Thirteen, he isn’t”

“He is! I’m telling you! If you weren’t so oblivious you’d see him staring at you in class”

“Well… Maybe there’s something on my face! I don’t know? But what I do know is that he isn’t into me”

When he asked you out you couldn’t believe it.

You thought he was joking.

Turns out you were right. It was all a lie.

The cuddles, the compliments, the kisses.

How could you be so stupid? You should’ve known. It was right under your nose.

Once you’ve overheard what he said, you run straight to the House of Lamentation to seek comfort from Asmodeus. Only realizing that it was still the middle of the day, he was still in classes.

Only person who was present was Lucifer.

He heard the door slam. He got out of his office and comforted you.

Mammon ran home to see Lucifer guiding you into his office.

He was heartbroken of course, but he gave you some space for a few hours..

Hours turned into months.

Your eyes became lifeless, the sparkle disappeared.

You became more quiet and introverted.

Only people you’d talk to are Lucifer, and some close friends.

You became closer to Lucifer.

After a few months, you guys became a thing.

Mammon was heart broken. All because of a stupid bet.

A bet he shouldn’t have accepted.

He couldn’t sleep, all his thoughts were you.

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard giggles outside.

He looks out to see you and Lucifer getting all cuddly.

‘Out of character for him’ He thought.

Lucifer made you more happy then he ever did.

At night he can’t even turn the lights off, knowing you were going to sleep in Lucifer’s room instead of his.

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zzhhbloom · 1 year

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demon (or world's best matchmaker?)

≡ᶻᶻ༄ synopsis: a demon from the underworld (read: an owl) has invaded your room. despite your best efforts (involving a lot of running around and deep breaths and textbook projectiles), you resolved to running out of your room after you exhausted your best methods for an exorcism. and unfortunately for you, you ran into hallway crush lee heeseung, who, fortunately for you, was more than willing to assist you in getting your room back.

≡ᶻᶻ༄ genre: heeseung x gn! reader || college!au || acquantainces to friends au || mostly crack and a sprinkle of fluff?

≡ᶻᶻ༄ warnings: cussing and really weird sentence structure that barely make sense im sorry lmao. also y/n is a total scatterbrain and a simp

≡ᶻᶻ༄ word count: ~1.9k

≡ᶻᶻ༄ a/n: i~~~ haven't posted in a while but here we are. a lot of my stories, i'm finding out, are just the most randoms scenarios u can ever imagine translated into a passable reader x [insert character here] fic.

≡ᶻᶻ༄ disclaimer: this does not in any way shape or form represent the real people whose names are mentioned, this is just a deranged kpoppie trying something new :)

“There’s...an owl in my room.”

“I’m sorry, who?”

“Yes, that. It sounds exactly like that.”

You were never going to keep your window open ever again.

It had been approximately two (2) months and three (3) days since you moved into the boarding house a block away from your school. Two (2!) months and three (3!!!) days of living on your own for the first time in your life. It was going well, as you had assured your dad that morning. What a naïve fool you were.

Nothing was fine anymore.

Not with the foot-tall demon spawn with bright yellow eyes fluttering around your room as if it owned the place and was looking to clock in after a long day.

You ducked in between your bed and bedside table, praying that it would fly back out the way it came. But after several stretched-out minutes of attempted breathing exercises, you had had enough. You scanned the floor of your room, which was usually pristine but was presently a mess thanks to your frenzied panic. You took hold of your biology textbook, prepared to use it either as a shield or a projectile depending on what the situation called for.

“You can do this,” you hissed at yourself. All you had to do was shoo it back out the window. Simple. “Just think of it as a...a ball. Yeah. A big, easy-to-hit ball. With wings.”

You took three steady breaths. You stood up. You caught sight of it in the corner of your eye, glaring at you with the full force of hell. That was all it took for you to abandon ship without a second thought.

You ran out the door, a silent scream stuck in your throat. You slammed the door behind you on the way out, adrenaline coursing through your veins like ice.

“Are you...okay?”

You looked up at the only other person in the hall at this unholy hour, considerably more sane-looking than you. You knew Lee Heeseung--he was one of the other dozen students that lived in the same boarding house. It was impossible not to notice whenever he walked in a room, much less impossible to avoid looking at him, because JEEPERS did he win the gene pool lottery.

However, at this particular point in the evening, Lee Heeseung was not somebody who you wanted to see you in the middle of the hall wearing the worst pair of pajamas the world had ever seen. So what if you’d only spoken to him a few times? You still wanted to look normal.

“Are you alright?” he repeated. God, how bad did you look?

“Yeah, yeah,” you swallowed, now having to battle through two (2!!!!) completely different shocking situations. Frankly, you felt like a lot like y/n in one of those cringe imagines people write online.

"There's just a..." you gesticulated vaguely in the direction of your closed door. Way to make a new impression. How the hell were you going to explain...THIS.

"Did somebody enter your room?" Heeseung asked apprehensively, lowering his voice to a whisper and pitching forward so you could hear. He made it sound like you were hiding some saucy secret behind those doors.

"Um..yes? In a sense, I guess you could say that--"

Heeseung looked around and reached for a Swifer mop that so conveniently leaned against the wall like a piece of modern art (and, living in a house with a few fine arts students, it might as well could have been). "So someone is in there? Do you know who?"

"Yeah. That's exactly what they sound like."

"I'm sorry?"

"I think it's better if I just..." you took hold of the door knob and held up your textbook-turned-shield. Heeseung took that as a warning signal and tightened his grip on the neon-green floor mop. You swung the door open as quietly as you could.

A swoop of wings and scrapping of talons burst out of nowhere, heading straight for at you.

BAM

You slammed the door shut. You looked up at Heeseung as if to say, "Do you see my problem?"

"Holy shit," he stared at the wood of the closed door before turning to you. "How long were you trapped in there for?"

You shivered. "Way too long."

Heeseung set his jaw, pulling his hood up over his head like it was a helmet that could do anything against a set of very sharp claws. He tightened his grip on the mop.

"You don't need to do this," you said apologetically. "I can ask someone else."

"I doubt any of the housekeepers are up right now," he extended the mop handle to its maximum length, locking it in place with a click. "So unless you'd like to spend the night in the common room and hope to God it's gone by morning..."

You shook your head vigorously, turning to face the door, your knuckles white around its knob. It was like a spider. Better get it out of the house before you lost sight of it. But even spiders were better than an imp from the underworld.

"On the count of three," he whispered to you.

"Slowly," you nodded. "One..."

"Two,"

At your unified whisper of "Three-!", you twisted the knob creaking the door ajar as quietly as you could. Heeseung peaked in over your head.

"It's on the blinds," he whispered. You could feel his breath ruffling your hair. Snap out of it, you hissed at yourself. Deciding to panic about this scandalously close proximity another day, you creaked the door further open.

The owl perched itself rather uncomfortably on the blinds above your open window. It had its head tucked underneath one wing but looked relatively unharmed. You noted, with immense relief, that your room was also in a better state than you imagined. You guessed it hadn't really done much while you were out except to fly around in a confused circle, and you had been the one at fault for recreating a crime scene.

"It's right there," you hissed at it, gesturing at the wide-open window half a foot away from its talons.

The owl untucked its head and gave you a steely glare. You let out something that sounded a little like "meep!" and held up the textbook up to your face. Psh. Like you could scare it away with diagrams of cell membranes and respiration cycles.

"Let me try," Heeseung stepped in front of you, taking the door knob from your hand and pushing it open micrometer by micrometer. You stared at the owl from under his arm. It stared back at you. Everything about it was unflinching.

Heeseung took a slow, cautious step into the thresholds of your room, holding the mop at the ready. (Some part of your schoolgirl mind was screaming at the fact that the infamous hallway crush Lee Heeseung was in your bedroom!!)

You fell into silent step behind him, clutching your own weak excuse for a weapon and closing the door behind you. The last thing any one of you wanted was to have the owl fly out into the hall and wake up everyone in the house (and risk getting kicked out now that you've finally made contact with Lee Heeseung. Of course that's not what was really important).

The two of you crossed the room, holding your breath and freezing up your joints whenever the owl so much as blinked. At one point, it stretched its neck to an unnatural length and lifted its wings. Heeseung took an instinctive step back, nearly knocking you over. And like in all those cliché y/n moments, you would have promptly fell over on your behind if you hadn't caught hold of the back of his hoodie. Thankfully, Heeseung wasn't as much of a klutz as you were, and he braced himself to keep you both from falling over, reaching an arm back to steady you if you needed it.

The owl was so close now. Heeseung extended the Swifer's mop end. Slowly, carefully, he lifted it until it was inches away from the owl's talons. It flapped its wings and your heart almost stopped permanently.

"Hey, buddy," Heeseung murmured soothingly in a voice that would have put babies to sleep in seconds. He poked the mop carefully against the bird's scaly talons of death. "Need a ride outta here?"

Somehow, the owl decided it quite liked this human with a weird stick it was shoving in its face. It shifted its weight onto the stick, offering one, slow, inquisitive blink.

You pinched the corner of Heeseung's hoodie, ready to pull him backwards to safety or offer him as a sacrificial offering depending again on what the situation called for. You needed to be ready for anything.

Soon, he began to lift the Feathered Thing with Eyes of the Highest Hatred away from the blinds. Slowly, carefully, steadily, hushing soothing nothings all the way. You knew it was meant for the bird but damn, was it working a little too well.

The mop was now low enough that all the owl had to do was turn around and fly out. But it kept its gaze fixedly on the two of you, as if two humans had gone and flown into its bedroom.

"Don't you dare fly at me," you told those all-seeing eyes.

"You heard them," Heeseung warned, voice slow and deep as he slowly inched the mop--and its passenger--out the gaping window. "Don't. You dare. Fly."

The mop was now hanging a foot outside the window. You wondered how the scene would have looked like to a passerby below--a bright green Swifer mop poking out of an open third-story window at a ridiculous hour with--heaven help them--an OWL perched ever so precariously atop it.

The owl stared at the two of you, as if to say "What now?". The two of you stared right back at it, unflinching.

A stale eternity passed. Dust particles could have been heard resting lightly on the tabletop.

Then, without warning, Heeseung shook the mop vigorously, sparing no profanity in exclaiming, "Good fucking night to you, sir!"

The owl flew majestically off into the night as if it hadn't just been thrown off a mop head. You ran to the window and slammed it shut. You didn't realize you were laughing until you tried to say something and choked on the words. Heeseung was laughing, too, pulling his hood back and looking up at the Swifer in equal parts disbelief and reverence.

"I ca't believe that worked," you managed in between bouts of laughter.

"This is going on my list of greatest life achievements for sure."

"You could start a business."

"Of throwing owls out of windows?"

"Oh, for sure," you pointed at the Swifer. "You could even get sponsored by them."

Heeseung laughed, and your face warmed. "Would you testify to the quality of my services as my first client?"

"Sure," you piped. "Cute, extremely efficient, but nearly threw the mop out the window. I demand 5% of the profit, by the way."

Heeseung was still hung up on the second word you said, a smirk spreading across his face and eyes sparkling. "I should get going. It's late. You probably want to fix up." He waved at the crumpled sheets and scattered books littered across your little room.

He picked his way through the obstacle of your belongings, turning around at the door to say. "I can't guarantee you 5% of my smashing new start-up," Heeseung went along with the bit. "But how about we hang out some time instead? Preferably without any feathered wildlife present, if that's...cool with you?"

You were laughing a lot today. "Yeah, yeah," you leaned against the door frame. Maybe that owl wasn't such a demon after all. "I'd really like that."

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bonus: From the trees, the owl watched the exchange between the two humans happen with a smug expression. Or at least, as smug as an expression an owl can muster.

Mission accomplished. With a triumphant "whooo!" it pushed off from the branch and flew off into the night.

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A friend sent me a piece* today that had an interesting counter-analysis of the harassment dynamic described in Just One of the Guys? Transgender Men and the Persistence of Gender Inequality:

Schlit theorizes that cishet men are less inquisitive about their trans male coworkers because they think taking interest in another man’s body will make them seem “gay.” Women and gay men are more socially permitted to take an interest in men’s bodies though, she says.

This was the response in the piece my friend sent, the author of which is a gay trans man:

Gay men are expected to reign in all signs of our sexualities at work, to a far greater degree than straight people are. The idea that it’s socially acceptable for a gay man to ask a male coworker about his genitals or sex life is absurd.

On the whole, the cis het men in my life have been quick to act like my transition isn’t a big deal. They always address me appropriately, and don’t make a fuss when encountering me in the bathroom. A cis male coworker advocated for me beautifully when I was newly transitioning at my job, treading a careful line between always using gender neutral language for me but never outing me before I was ready. The most awkward thing a cishet man has ever done in response to my transition was give me the nickname “Dev” — then immediately cringe at himself for it, which I found quite endearing.

Cis female coworkers, on the flip side, tend to radiate a ton of attention and curiosity my way the moment they find out that I’m trans. They ask inappropriate questions about my body or where I plan for my transition to “go” next (surgery wise). They comment on my hair, clothes, and changing cup size. They size me up from head to toe and ask me how the transition is “feeling” with a conspiratorial grin, as if they’ve been let in on some alluring secret. And they are far more likely to verbally and socially group me with women, even if they say that they are supportive.

So my experiences track with the patterns in Schlit’s data, even though I disagree with her interpretation. I don’t think straight men are more respectful to me because they’re afraid of seeming “gay.” If anything, cishet men have become more warm and affectionate to me now that I’m visibly a guy. They feel more relaxed around me because they genuinely see me as one of them. It’s cis women (and sometimes gay men) who are on edge in my presence.

Workplace sexual harassment isn’t really about sexual desire, not any more than sexist catcalling is caused by finding a woman walking down the street hot. Instead, it all comes down to power: who has it, who craves it, and who feels insecure about their relationship to it and chooses to lash out.

Generally speaking, groups with unrivaled power don’t have to use social aggression to protect themselves. The popular kids in school are not the ones who bully, for example; it’s the kids who are in the awkward, insecure middle tier between popular and unpopular who do that.

In secure-feeling workplaces, there is less bullying as well. It’s only when the unemployment rate rises and workplace turnover increases that things like racist workplace harassment go up precipitously. Usually the ones leveraging it are the white people whose positions are on the chopping block. Aggression signals a position that’s in need of defending.

Cishet men are in a very secure position in most institutions. Many of them feel no need to maintain their place in the pecking order by socially aggressing against others. Women and gay men, on the other hand, are in a more perilous position. They have some institutional power, but it’s conditional on them being a ‘respectable’ member of their group. So when another gender minority upends the status quo by transitioning, I believe many women and some gay men feel a need to put him in his place using the very same sexual and gender-based harassment they have regularly endured.

I would quibble a bit on that last paragraph -- I do think cishet men use aggression in the workdplace despite being in secure positions, but I think it has different drivers (e.g. being able to use the security of their position to bully, rather than their aggression being driven by precarity). But overall I think it's a really good point!

*CN for sexual harassment, misgendering, general transphobic fuckery

!!! Thank you for sharing this!

I think that's a really good analysis of the "hostile cis women" phenomenon. People who feel threatened try to take control over whatever they are able, and when you have privilege over someone else and hold ingrained biases against them, they are a very easy target.

Big TW for the article having a lot of descriptions of incidents of harassment and transphobic violence, but I also think it's very good to read those accounts if you are able. It doesn't just focus on trans men's experiences but trans people's as a whole. I think I'm gonna post some more quotes from this article on their own because WOW he really hit hard w some of these.

This whole article is enlightening imo, and I really respect the author for keeping a compassionate viewpoint when analyzing cis women's transphobia and homophobia. Because it's not always easy, but it's important to keep in mind that people rarely ever do things simply because they are assholes; more often, they are assholes because they are suffering. That's not an excuse, but it's not irrelevant, either.

#m.#ask box #transandrophobia #antimasculism #transmisogyny #for a second i thought this ask went to the void i was gonna start eating glass

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