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lisired · 2 months

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who needs cupid’s bow?

pairing: bff!haechan x (f) reader

genre/warnings: bff2l, suggestive, lots of sexual innuedos but no smut, fluff, a teaspoon of angst, mc & hc are oblivious to each other’s feelings and jaemin calls them out on their bullshit, mutual pining

summary: Cupid is not on your side, it seems. He’s made you fall in love with the worst possible person ever, AKA your best friend, AKA the man who still eats tootsie-pops—willingly. And frankly, it feels like the damn candy has a better chance of dating him than you ever will.

word count: 11.1k

a/n: inspired by down for you by kehlani, boyfriend by ariana grande, and serial lover by kehlani. another oldie but i kinda like it… kinda. as always, feedback is appreciated!

It’s safe to say that Cupid is your mortal enemy (Or immortal—whatever. Nonetheless, you aren’t the biggest fan of him.)

You don’t know why, but for some inexplicable reason, he always makes you fall in love with the wrong people. Such as Lee Taeyong from eighth grade, or your failed relationship with Kim Jisoo from your biology class in high school — a pretty girl, but you were as compatible as Mentos and Coca-Cola. Hell, there was even Jung Sungchan from senior year, who you naturally drifted away from during an exam period. They’re all chapters in your book now, but you’re currently stuck on the one about your best friend, Lee Haechan.

It seems like you’re Cupid’s mortal enemy, too. You and Haechan are always side by side, down one another’s throats, there’s no way his arrow could have hit you and missed Haechan.

Perhaps, it’s a hole you dug yourself in. Via mutual friends, when you were seventeen, you met Lee Haechan — jock, senior, and the most beautiful boy you’ve ever seen. There was an instant connection between you two, all it took was a convo at a party about coincidentally both failing the same math exam, and you quickly became friends and close enough to pour out your heart into little rants whenever there was something personal bothering either of you, and you needed an outlet. You liked him because he understood you. He was patient witth you. You see, you aren’t the best at communicating how you feel, and he never makes you feel bad about it.

You remember breaking up with your then-boyfriend, Jung Sungchan, and while you weren’t heartbroken since you saw it coming and all the love had evaporated by then, you were devastated that you no longer had someone to kiss. That being your main concern made Haechan laugh. He thought it was the most you thing ever.

“Can I kiss you, then?” you asked, a little grin on your face, although you were very serious. It wouldn’t be the end of the world, kissing your best friend. He has pretty lips, and it isn’t like it’ll mean anything, you think. It’s just one kiss.

Haechan scoffed, biting off the last remaining piece of his Tootsie Pop off the stick. You’re kidding, he thinks. Why would you seriously want to kiss him? And after breaking up with your now ex-boyfriend? The wound’s still fresh. “You wouldn’t dare.”

To Haechan’s surprise, you dared.

He tasted like chocolate, exactly like a Tootsie Pop, as expected of him. You didn’t mind, though. You never do. It was fun, you liked the way Haechan held you in his lap and kissed you back with fierceness, and he still kisses you with that same passion, like there’s no tomorrow.

And that’s the problem.

Fast-forward four years later, you’re still best friends with Lee Haechan, only this time you’re in college, and have the fattest, most gigantic crush on him. Somewhere along the way, those lines between love and friendship were blurred. It’s impossible to pinpoint when, but you fell deep and hard for your best friend.

And the worst part? You doubt he’ll ever reciprocate those feelings.

One kiss turned into more than you can count on your fingers and toes.

Should you continue making out with your best friend who doesn’t reciprocate your romantic interest in him? Probably not.

Are you still going to, though? Absolutely.

“Y/n, I’m going to kill you,” Haechan states as he stumps inside the dining room. His hair is tussled since he’s just waken up from a nap, but you like this raw side of him. He looks gorgeous, and despite him basically threatening to murder you you still want to kiss him.

“Romantic,” you deadpan, training your eyes back on your laptop. It takes everything in you not to stare, but if you want to keep your feelings low-key, you need to follow a couple of rules.

“I know you took my Tootsie Pop. Where is it?”

You smirk a little, but it quickly fades into a line. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Okay, so maybe that’s a lie, and you both know it. You aren’t the only other person in the house, but Jungwoo, Haechan’s stepbrother, is asleep and wouldn’t cut his nap time short to do something as stupid as stealing the last of his brother’s favorite candy. That leaves you. As his best friend, you’re the first person to know Haechan turns murderous over those stupid lollipops, and that he’s the last person to know how many licks it takes to get to the center of a Tootsie-Pop. In your personal opinion, they’re not even that good. But he’s loved them ever since you’ve known him.

“We’re best friends, y/n. I know when you’re lying,” he remarks, and doesn’t give you the chance to answer before he persists, “where is it?”

There’s only one way out of this.

Run.

Haechan follows almost automatically, and in spite of being barely awake he obviously has the upper hand because he’s always leaned more towards the sport-y side. This doesn’t deter you though, because you have a getaway plan.

In your attempt to somehow outrun a man that used to do track and field, you make a beeline for the backyard door. He’s not going to outrun you in the grass in slippers, you think as you turn to see if he’s caught up on you. You’re in the lead, albeit barely, with your body almost being in arms reach. You try to pick up your speed, and once you reach the door you hurry to turn the knob. Except, there’s one, itty-bitty problem.

The door is fucking locked.

And you already know you won’t have time to open it, so you cave in to defeat, whirling around with your hands up in a surrendering pose. Your plan’s backfired; you’ve been caught.

“Oh, I’ve got you now,” Haechan says cockily. He has you—hook, line, and sinker, and at this point you aren’t even upset. You can’t be upset. His eyes are on you, and his body is close to yours, dangerously so.

“Okay, you win. Happy?” You mumur.

“Not until I get my Tootsie Pop back,” he shakes his head, “now where is it?”

Smiling, you shrug. Of course, you know where the candy is, but he’s either going to have to win or pry the answer out of you.

Then, he steps even closer, and your heart starts pounding in your chest twenty times faster than your feet were against the hardwood. This isn’t your first rodeo, you’ve made out with your best friend countless times, yet the anticipation gives you a rush, like you’ve never done this before. It makes you feel like a teenager in love all over again — seventeen, young and head over heels in love with the man closest to you.

He’s back you into the door, and you can’t keep your eyes off his lips. Beautiful, plush, soft, and your eyes flutter shut as you prepare to feel the same skilled pair against your own, closer, and closer, and closer—

Crunch.

“I fucking knew it!” Haechan yells, jolting your eyes open. You aren’t even given the opportunity to register the situation before his hands are digging into your back pocket, retrieving his fortunately unharmed Tootsie Pop.

It feels like he’s gone before you can even blink, and realizing he’s slipped back into the hall, you begin to follow him into his room. “Hey!” you yell, and he doesn’t say anything, just looking up at you from his gaming chair with that damn candy hanging from his mouth, “why didn’t you kiss me?”

“Why’d you steal my Tootsie Pop?”

Okay, that was stupid, yes, but there was a particular goal in mind which was reached, even if for a short-lived moment.

You frown, “I wanted your attention.”

Haechan shakes his head, laughing. “C’mere.”

Somehow, those words never fail, making you melt and slip into his lap effortlessly every time. You’re like Jell-O to his voice, to his touch, to his whole. You’re a goner, some would say, and a part of you is alright with never coming back if it means you get to feel all the weird, Cupid-y emotions he makes you feel.

At this point, you don’t think you’ll ever stop kissing Haechan. In the time that you’ve been together, you’ve both been in relationships, hence putting the make out sessions on hiatus. They were never really long though, because you’d break up with them and inevitably find your way back to one another in the end.

His fingers guide your chin up, and once more your eyes flutter shut as his lips unite with yours. Haechan kisses in a manner that contrasts with the soft feeling of his lips. He always starts off gentle, but there’s a hunger that overcomes him as he stands up and pushes you against his desk, rough yet graceful and holding you so firmly, like you’re glass, but he wants to break you. And when he shatters you into all those tiny pieces, you don’t care. You want him to glue you back together and do it all over again. He’s intoxicating, he’s an addictive drug, but he tastes like candy, and you can’t stop coming back to him. He feels like home, the place where you belong. The place where you can be one-hundred percent, authentically you, safe and whole, more than the general perception than you. And fuck, does he kiss like the damn devil himself.

You were silly for ever believing it would only be one kiss.

Jungwoo thinks that for people who are trying to keep their not-so relationship-y relationship under wraps, you two are very loud.

Speaking of which, and despite the nature of your relationship, you and Haechan haven’t even discussed your label. You know that you aren’t friends with benefits—you haven’t crossed that line, but to be honest, those lines have been starting to look blurry for a while—but you also aren’t in a relationship. You see other people, you fuck other people, and when other people ask if you’re dating, you both deny it immediately. You’re just best friends, you both say each time like some rehearsed line, even if it breaks your heart to hear him friendzone you.

Karina and Mark even have an ongoing bet about you two. Karina is one-hundred positive there’s something going on, whereas Mark is probably the only person in the world that wants to give you guys the benefit of the doubt.

“For heaven’s sake, I can’t get any type of sleep around here,” Jungwoo rasps, leaning against the doorframe, “I really hope you guys don’t do this shit when Dohwan’s here.”

His judgmental eyes practically bore into your soul, and you thank heaven that you don’t have to worry about keeping this secret from Jungwoo, even if he would probably appreciate it more if you did. He finds you in a rather interesting position, straddling Haechan’s lap as you press kisses into his collarbone.

It’s all Haechan’s fault, really. Three years ago, Jungwoo made the mistake of walking inside Haechan’s bedroom without knocking, accidentally finding you two making out in a very touchy way on his bed because a certain someone didn’t think to lock the door. Not only did you ruin his quote-unquote innocence, but his perception of you forever, and ever since that ordeal, Jungwoo has never opened his stepbrother’s door without knocking. This time, it just so happened to be wide-open.

You bite your lip, feeling bad. Kim Dohwan is Haechan’s halfbrother of whom he babysits whenever available (and you like to tag on, because dealing with children is stressful and Haechan’s already stressed enough), and on weekdays Jungwoo has to wake up from his nap earlier to pick up the kid from school and bring him back home, then leave for work. You were too loud and disrupted the poor guy’s nap time.

“Oh,” Haechan says the syllable blankly, not too sympathetic, “did we wake you?”

“Of course not, I usually wake up at 2pm and take extra longs showers to start my day,” Jungwoo deadpans, “but whatever. I’m heading out. Don’t forget to go grocery shopping today.”

“Noted,” you and Haechan say simultaneously, gazing at one another and stifling giggles when you catch each other’s gaze. Jungwoo smiles at you, then flicks off his brother before parting.

When you’re both all alone again, a few seconds pass before Haechan’s eyes do that thing where they twinkle every time something catches his interest (or perhaps that’s the in love side of your brain making you see things.)

“Hey, you coming to Chenle’s Valentines Day party Monday?” You don’t know why he’s even asking, you follow Haechan everywhere he goes like a lost puppy. Maybe he’s discreetly asking you out. “Unless you’re actually busy, by the way, I hope you know you’re going. And maybe you’ll find some single pringle interested in a relationship. You can’t just kiss me forever, you know.” Oh. Well that eliminates that thought.

A part of you is yelling at you to decline, to lie and say that you actually have a dick or pussy appointment scheduled for the 14th, yet another is weak, in spite of you being aware of how this works. First of all, Valentine’s Day parties are mainly for single people who don’t have anything better to do, and each time one of you go to one, you end up meeting some stranger and hooking up with them. You know that’s more than likely what he’s going to do, and you aren’t strong enough to watch him flirt with other people.

You know how to put up a good front, though, so you’ll fake it until you make it.

“We can do a lot more than kiss,” you suggest with a wink.

Haechan grimaces, “No thanks. Now get off my lap.”

You frown, but climb off his lap nonetheless. “Wow,” you drag dramatically, “You’ll make out with me for what feels like hours, but sticking your dick in me is where you draw the line?”

“Precisely.”

You gasp in faux offense. “Oh, come on. Sex doesn’t seem so bad. Like, think of it as my pussy giving your dick a nice warm hug.”

Haechan’s at a lost for words, his face bright red. How do you even come up with this stuff? “Oh my god, are you coming or not?”

You joke, “I thought you said sticking your dick in me was where you draw the line?”

He shoots you a glare so sharp you’re sure that if you were still on his lap, he’d be barely resisting the urge to shove you off. You don’t miss the way his cheeks heat up, though.

Haechan groans exasperatedly, leaning back his gaming chair, “Y/n, seriously!”

“Fine!” resisting your best friend is literally impossible, you conclude, because you have officially caved in to his request—or, more or less, demand, rather, “fine, fine! I’ll go!”

“Great,” he grins with satisfaction, beaming with his thirty-two teeth, and you even see little gleams of smiles in his eyes, “anyway, Dohwan’s gonna be here soon, so let’s get ready to go shopping.”

You furrow your brows. You have a solid twenty minutes left, and all you really need to do is slip on your shoes.

“I need more Tootsie Pops,” Haechan adds, and suddenly everything makes a lot more sense.

And you roll your eyes. “We’ll get you some more Tootsie Pops, but you better not ditch us for the candy aisle!”

“Of course, not,” he smiles, not even trying to sound or appear convincing. “I’d never leave you guys.”

That’s exactly what he does.

You aren’t even remotely surprised, though heavily disappointed when he announces in the middle of the thankfully empty cereal aisle that he’s going to find Tootsie Pops, managing to run off before you can even protest.

Gripping the shopping cart, you avert your gaze from the Cinnamon Toast Cruch boxes to his figure, almost missing him jog onto the following aisle. You shake your head, a small smile tugging your lips. If it were the end of the world, Haechan would stock up on those candies before he would even think to consider water.

“Auntie Y/N,” you aren’t quite adjusted to being addressed as an aunt, but you aren’t against it either. You have the image all put together—rich, thriving, and the kids adore you, “do you love my brother?”

That was perhaps the very last question you expected the six-year-old boy to ask you. Your eyes are a little wide, but it’s a kid, you remind yourself, so you shouldn’t be worried. But shit, then again, if a first-grader can figure it out, you’re fresh out of luck.

“Why do you think that?” You crouch down to be eye-level with him, having a feeling there’s some misunderstanding here. Dohwan’s bright for his age and doesn’t let anyone forget it, but you’ll be damned if he’s sniffed you out.

He makes a face. “I saw you kiss him, just like mommy and daddy do. And my mommy and daddy love each other very—” he stretches the vowel, and you can’t but giggle, “—much! That’s why they made me!” then he gasps, and you fear what it means, praying he doesn’t ask what you think he will. “Will you and my brother have a baby, too? I wan’ a new friend!”

On second thought, you think you’d rather he would’ve asked you what you thought he was. You nearly have a heart attack in the middle of the aisle, yet still, Dohwan gazes up at you with his innocent, sparkly eyes. You assume it’s in the blood; Jungwoo doesn’t have them, and he isn’t blood-related to Haechan, but Dohwan partially is, and the twinkle is promiment.

Calmly, you reply, “Don’t you already have a lot friends?”

He does, you both know it. You vaguely remember pulling up to his sixth birthday bash and being in shock of all the little kids jumping and flipping on the Spider-Man bouncy house. You haven’t been surrounded by that many children since, hell, probably since kindergarten.

“Yeah, but I wanna be a big brother,” he folds his tiny arms and pouts, “It’s not fair Hyuck and Woo get to be big, but I don’t!”

With minimum success, you manage to stifle your laugh, stretching out your arms to bring the little boy in for a hug, “You’ll be big one day. Trust me, you don’t wanna rush it.”

“And strong like Superman?”

“And strong like Superman,” you reassure, all smiley and convincing. “Now let’s go check up on your big brother, he’s taking too long.”

Dohwan rocks from side to side as he walks, murmuring some Nickelodeon TV show theme song, and you push the cart until you’ve reached your designation.

Quickly, you regret acting on your impatience. The scene taking place at the back of the aisle is anything but comforting—Haechan’s talking to some girl, whom of which is literally throwing herself onto him, and you can’t help but notice the way he wallows in the attention. For fucks sake, all the attention you give him and he doesn’t even give a fraction of it back! Then here comes this random girl from your campus.

Sometimes, you think about how you could do everything she’s doing right now—twirl your hair around your finger, be touchy with him, giggling girlishly at everything he says, funny or not—and yet he wouldn’t bat an eye, because you’re best friends and nothing more. Kissing each other breathless is already normalized between the two of you, what’s a little flirting.

Sometimes, you wish you hadn’t kissed your best friend that day. You’re both too comfortable, everything is too weightless. I love you, Haechan says it back without a thought. C’mere, he calls and pulls you onto his lap or cuddles you to death. Fuck, he—on very rare occasions when making out goes a little too far—groans into your ear, groping you a little. Scratch that. It may be weightless on his end, but it isn’t on yours, and everything has an everlasting effect on you.

“Auntie?”

When you look down at Dohwan, your gaze is so, so tired. Your eyes do the talking; you can’t move your lips.

He hugs your leg. “I love you.”

His face is pure, innocent, but he reads you so perfectly. The corners of your lips turn up, and you ruffle his hair, “Love ya, too. Let’s go get your brother, alright?”

He bounces eagerly, and you both begin to stroll down the aisle until you’re beside Haechan. You’re in a selfish mood today, so you think of some remark to make in the process.

“Nice Tootsie Pops, Bowlcut,” you mask your tiny emotional breakdown with a joke, “Hi, Faith.”

“Hope,” she corrects, evidently annoyed by your presence, though she doesn’t state it outright. “My name is Hope. And… bowl cut?”

“Interchangeable,” you dismiss her correction carelessly. In all honesty, you already knew her name, but you’re feeling like a bitter bitch currently, “and yeah, in high school Haechan had this hideous bowl cut that he—”

“Shut the fuck up,” Haechan grumbles, “that was four years ago!”

“And I’ll never forget,” you’re smiling blissfully, nostalgic. “Anyways, what’cha two doing?”

“We were catching up, it’s been a minute since I’ve seen Hope here,” you hear Hope snicker at this, and something about it is extremely off-putting. He turns to her, “So, I’m in a bit of a time crunch. Could I have your number?”

Ouch. Right in your face, literally.

She giggles some more, typing her number in his phone, and you try to focus on Dohwan so that you don’t cave into your desire to knock her upside the head. There’s already so much on your plate, you don’t need an assault charge.

She smiles, all bubbly and giddy. You know jealousy isn’t a good look, but it’s still pissing you off. “See you around?”

“See you around,” Haechan replies. She hugs him, not forgetting to shoot you a look from across his shoulder as she does, and only once satisfied does she turns on her heel, sashaying away.

“Didn’t know pussy was on the shopping list,” you sneer, relieved once she’s finally gone. Her presence was suffocating.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” he rolls his eyes, “at least I’m actually trying, I don’t know what you’re going to do when I’m cuffed down and—holy sh—I mean crap! You’re so quiet, I forgot you were here,” Haechan jumps, only noticing Dohwan when he pokes at his leg. “And don’t you dare make a cuff joke, y/n. Not in front of the kid.”

You yell in that defensive tone which is a tell-tale sign you’re lying, “I wasn’t gonna!”

Haechan gives you the look.

The we’re-best-friends, I-know-when-you’re-lying look.

And that look is utterly withering, so you decide you’re accepting defeat. “Okay fine, maybe I was thinking about it, but I wasn’t actually gonna say it. Not with him around.”

Haechan snorts, like you said something funny, but in reality he just doesn’t believe you. “Yeah, alright. Let’s finish shopping.”

You don’t argue, but there’s a lingering thought in your mind as you push the cart, rattling around in your brain still.

When he’s cuffed. Hmm. You can’t speak for him completely, but you both know how that one goes. When you get into a relationship, you think the person is great and they serve as a nice temporary distraction—that is, until you’re bored and realize no one will ever compare to Haechan, and especially not in the kissing department. So you break up, and then you go back to making out with Haechan, solidifying your suspicion that no one will ever replace your best friend. It’s the reason you don’t do relationships anymore, you feel bad for using people when you know it isn’t going to change a thing. It never does.

As far as your knowledge extends, things aren’t too different with Haechan. You and him don’t push things, you don’t pry too deep. There’s some unspoken boundary, and you know when to drop things. That’s why you both say the same thing each time you ask one another why you and whoever it was that you were previously seeing broke up—it wasn’t working out.

Like a moth to a flame, Haechan always finds his way back to you too, because apparently you’re the only person that can keep him tied down. You don’t think that’s the case, though. Your problem is you’re in love with your best friend, no matter how hard you try to suppress the feelings. His problem? You can’t be sure, but you’d guess commitment issues.

Whatever it is, and as selfish as it may sound, you want it to stay. He isn’t yours, but you like the comfort of knowing that he isn’t anyone else’s, either.

If Cupid had a human counterpart, it would be Na Jaemin in reincarnated form. He may not have wings nor a bow and arrow, but he does have dedication and a gigantic mouth.

“I can’t believe you called me over here for this,” you stand in an effort to leave, but Jaemin pulls you back down by your wrist, so you sigh, accepting that you’re stuck in the cafe and in the middle of a Jaem-terrogation.

“Not so fast, Sonic. You still haven’t answered my question. I don’t have all day, you know, I have other people’s business to be in,” he admits unabashedly, and you snort at his honesty.

Jaemin is an extremely shameless, extremely straightforward individual. He knows what he wants, how to get it, and the only time he’s afraid of letting someone know what he’s chasing for is when it interferes with his goal of obtaining said desire. He loves all things drama and gossip, and these are the lengths he’ll go to squeeze information out of you. No wonder he’s one of the writers for the campus newspaper.

“I don’t have feelings for Haechan,” you fiddle with your fork. “And even if I did, why would it matter? Haechan doesn’t have feelings for me, either.”

“Forgive me, but you’re a fucking dumbass,” Jaemin concludes, and you gasp in dramatic offense. “Why would I be here if he didn’t like you back, y/n? You know that he hasn’t had anyone over in two weeks? There’s like, three things at the top of Haechan’s list of shit he needs to survive, and that’s you, Tootsie Pops, and sex. Yet he’s gone two entire weeks without it. He likes you, really fucking bad.”

“Golly gee, Haechan hasn’t fucked anyone in two entire weeks. He must be head over heels in love with me,” you deadpan, ignoring how Jaemin rolls his eyes in response. “Be serious, Jaem. He literally got this girl’s number the other day. The man said himself that he doesn’t want to stick his dick in me. There’s nothing going on.”

Okay, so maybe Haechan is a raging sexaholic. Maybe he’s been a little horny recently. And maybe contact-full makeout sessions have been a reoccurrence in the past two weeks, but none of that matters, and he typically has extreme self control. Fresh as yesterday, he was definitely trying to get into Hope’s pants. It’s weightless, everything between you. It means absolutely nothing, and you’re trying to come to terms with the possibility that it never will. You wish your friends would accept the fact, too.

At least they don’t know you and Haechan make out, and have been for the past four years. They’d be insufferable, and you two would absolutely never hear the end of it.

“Y/n, please. Your biggest competition is those damn Tootsie Pops.”

“And if you told him that he had to live without me or the candy, he’d choose them over me any day.”

“Actually, he’d tell me to fuck off—and stop asking him stupid questions. You can’t tell me I’m wrong because I’m speaking from experience,” Jaemin grins, “I pushed the question until he gave me a proper answer. He chose you, by the way.”

You groan into your hands, “Unless you have some other evidence to provide besides this stupid question and him not getting laid in two weeks, you’re wasting my time here, Cupid.”

Jaemin sighs, “I thought I could pressure you into admitting your feelings—”

“I don’t have feelings for Haechan!”

“—that you deny having, but I guess taking the high road doesn’t work. Don’t worry, I still have plan B. I mean, you should be worried, but it’s whatever.”

You blink. “Plan B?”

He ignores you, standing up and preparing to take his leave. You’re still curious about whatever his alternative, backup plan is however, and he doesn’t look like he’s going to tell you.

“Jaemin!” You shriek. “What are you talking about?”

“February 14th, Chenle’s party,” he answers vaguely, swinging his bag over his shoulders. “Be there, or be square. Whatever that means.”

He exits without another word, leaving you dumbfounded and with a sudden dread in your chest. They don’t… know, do they? No, of course not. How could they? You’ve been keeping this secret for nearly four years, and the only people that know are Jungwoo and Dohwan.

Great. Another reason to dread the fourteenth, and despise Cupid—and his human counterpart, your actual mortal enemy.

“I know you like Regina George, but the dress code is Cady Heron.”

Bummer. You didn’t exactly plan on attending as a sexy bunny in fishnets and knee-high boots, but you don’t intend on wearing a Party City outfit, neither. It’s only the 6th though, so you still have a week and some change to outfit plan.

You frown, “Why the change? None of his past parties have had much of a dress code.”

“Because Chenle is also stuck babysitting his baby brother on Valentine’s day while his parents are having a date night,” Haechan answers. “I’m not saying you have to dress like a prude, but don’t dress like a slut, either.”

Ignoring the insinuation behind his words, you don’t miss the fact he said also. “What do you mean also? Don’t tell me…”

“Exactly what you think. Dad is whisking my stepmom away on a romantic evening date to only God knows where, and Jungwoo is busy with his girlfriend, so me being the sole single-pringle in the family gave him the bright idea to have me baby sit,” he explains, though he doesn’t seem burdened by the task. “I don’t really mind, though. It’d be one thing if I planned on getting some pussy that night, but no one’s smashing at a party where there’s children. I hope not, at least.”

You wince at that. You hope not, too. It’s a setback that you have to re-plan your outfit, but on the plus side, Haechan can and will help you decide this time, even if you have to force him.

So that’s where you find yourself a couple hours later, your bedroom a mess as the aftermath of the meticulous care you’ve put into your self-styling. You’ve narrowed it down to two outfit selections; option A, the white crop-top with the cute pink pants; or option B, the pretty and red mini-dress with stilettos. It’s a little embarrassing that hours of your indecisiveness have led you to this conclusion, but you want to choose the perfect outfit that’s also not overbearing.

“And I have to help you why?”

“Because you’re my best friend, and that’s what best friends are for, duh.”

Haechan’s favorite thing about your place is you have all his utmost favorite games—and that literally everything there is like a piece of you, from the decoration to the smell of your perfume bottles you keep in your bathroom. He’d never tell you that, though—so he wasn’t too enthusiastic about being interrupted from his video-gaming session. But then, he realized he gets a special preview of your Valentine’s day outfit, and Haechan loves the way you dress, probably an abnormal amount. Slutty or prude-y.

“Then what’cha waiting for? Strip for me, princess,” he demands jokingly. It isn’t normal for you to feel bashful by anything a guy says, but everything is so different with Haechan. It’s the littlest, simplist things that drive you over the edge, that make you want him in ways you probably, scratch that, definitely shouldn’t.

And all the questions, assumptions, and rumors regarding your nonexistent relationship with Haechan aren’t exactly unwarranted. You two flirt and touch an abnormal amount, and while it’s common knowledge that Haechan is a touchy person, and you’re a natural flirt, people say it’s extreme between you two.

That makes you laugh. When it comes to the tension between you both that people speak of, you wish you could see what they see.

“You want to watch me strip?” You’re genuinely surprised, only the other day he seemed repulsed by the thought of you naked. “That’s new. I’m guessing you haven’t gotten laid in a hot minute.”

Haechan rolls his eyes, silently confirming what Jaemin told you at the cafe, but you shake the thought away, refusing to let it spur you on. It doesn’t mean anything. “Anyways. You’ve got nothing I haven’t seen before, baby girl. Now, you gonna strip or what?”

“I’m stripping, I’m stripping! Relax, Liam Payne!” It’s really nothing he hasn’t seen before, because Haechan’s seen naked girls, and he’s seen you half-naked before, so neither of you actually care. You peel off your top, slowly and in a strip tease sort of way and look him in the eye, giggling once you catch him shaking his head. You don’t repeat the movement with your shorts though, simply taking them off and picking up your new shirt to slip it off the hanger.

Successfully discreet, Haechan wallows in the sight of you half-naked for as long as he can before you’re slipping on the crop top and the pink pants. Now that he thinks about it, he bought you those pants, and darn do they make your ass look good. Then he realizes he’s thinking about your ass and taking not as discreet looks at it, and shakes the thought away.

“So?” Your voice cuts through the silence. “What do you think?”

He needs a moment to gather himself and recollect his thoughts, because he feels like turning on Destiny’s Child’s Bootylicious and if spoke his mind he would definitely say something he’d regret. Like, I could fuck the shit out of you. He doesn’t think he should say that.

“What do you mean, what do I think? I bought you those pants, I’d be damned if I thought you didn’t look good in them,” Haechan supplies, making you roll your eyes in response.

“Very underwhelming reaction. I wanted you to fall out on the floor and pass out for a few seconds with your hand on your chest,” you pout.

“Definitely not doing all that,” he chuckles. “But you do look good enough for… somebody to do it. Anyways, it’s stripping time again. Get in that dress for me, princess.”

If he doesn’t stop with the pet names you’re going to combust. You hide it though, taking off outfit option A and putting on option B. You feel confident in your appearance, with or without him, but the way Haechan’s practically gawking at you does boost said confidence.

“What about this one?”

Okay, so Haechan’s one-hundred percent biased in his decision—or maybe he isn’t, since he didn’t buy this outfit—though nonetheless, he loves this dress on you. In his personal opinion, you’ll look good in anything you wear, but the way this particular dress hugs your figure perfectly is a bonus. He knows all eyes are going to be on you the moment you step inside Chenle’s house, and maybe he’s going to have to keep you and Dohwan close to his side.

Rather than replying verbally, Haechan walks forward and pulls you into a kiss. His hands dip around your waist, skirting the area until he’s gripping you like he’s afraid of letting go.

And as always, you melt into his lips. Like ice to the sun, or wax to a flame. It’s the umpteenth kiss in your whole lifetime, but Haechan always makes it feel like the first time. Like two love-struck highschoolers, except with a lot more experience. Haechan kisses you like he loves you, and you hate it. You might even loathe it.

His fingers slip down your hips, to your revealed thighs, like he just so happens to know that’s one of your weak spots. Luckily you’ve learned some of his weak spots too, and not really thinking, you don’t hesitate to aim for his most sensitive one - his neck. You can’t get used to how beautiful he sounds as he moans, your lips pressing into his sweet spot and leaving undoubtedly a mark.

“Fuck,” Haechan moans, “you’re my kryptonite, you know that?”

“A kiss is all it takes for you to fold?” You gasp out with a smirk.

“Shut up.”

Your grin widens. “Make me.”

Just as he leans in, about to pin you down to your duvet and kiss the life out of you while you’re thinking that maybe this is the tension people speak of, his phone rings in his back pocket. It feels like snapping out some trance or spell, like a reverse Cupid’s arrow, and he instantly backs off of you.

He takes a look at his phone screen. “I um, I gotta take this.”

Biting your lip, you nod. “Okay.”

“You look great though,” he comments, and you smile thinly at him as he slips from between your fingertips yet again.

It seems that you’re left all alone, pathetically wet, and wondering if that person on the other line is Hope - but you try to shake that thought off.

Sighing, you flop against your sheets. Love is some extremely cruel, extremely rigged game that only lucky people win, and it seems that Luck has sided with the evil that is Cupid. You’ve been dealt cards, and Haechan refuses to show you his hand. All you can do is watch it play out.

Haechan knew that something was dangerously off when Jaemin bought him a brand-new bag of Tootsie Pops without being asked, and invited you over for a movie night with the guys, offering to open up with you and Haechan’s all-time favorite movie, Mean Girls. He even offered to play The Kissing Booth next! Everyone else instantly protested of course, but the fact he offered in the first place is borderline suspicious.

Sure, Jaemin’s not the devil or anything, depending on who you ask. He’s… kind, and he can be a sweetheart. But Jaemin does nothing for free, and Haechan can’t shake the thought that this is planned bribery. And it isn’t hush-money. Jaemin doesn’t buy silence, he buys words.

By the time Jaemin asks Haechan to help him with the popcorn, he’s ninety-nine point nine percent sure that something is definitely wrong here. Yet still, he follows him into the kitchen.

“Alright, what’s up man?” Haechan wastes zero time, wanting to get to the bottom of all this. “I know you want something out of me. There’s no other reason you would offer to play The Kissing Booth, or buy me Tootsie Pops for free.”

Jaemin scoffs, but he doesn’t try to front, “Glad you know. Since we’re on the same page, let’s address this thing with you and y/n.”

“That’s what this is about?” Haechan grumbles. “I’ve told you, I don’t have feelings for her!” He whisper-yells.

Jaemin has heard that far too many times for it to be convincing. He’s positive that even Helen Keller herself could tell you two are hopelessly in love. Takes one to know one, he thinks. It seems the three of you must be blind, because you and Haechan are oblivious to your feelings for one another, and it’s painfully obvious.

“And Mary wasn’t a virgin,” Jaemin says ironically, making Haechan roll his eyes. “If you’re not in love with her, then explain what the hell is going on between you two. I know that she’s your best friend or whatever, but you don’t act like it at all. From a fresh perspective, someone would totally think you’re in love.”

Haechan hates that he’s right. It doesn’t make sense the amount of times you’ve gone to public places and had cashiers refer to you as a couple, or elderly people ask you if you’re together. Because you’re not. You’re best friends, and even if Haechan wants to be more than that, that’s his label. And he’s sure he’s stuck with it for life.

“You’re fucking Hope to distract yourself from your feelings for y/n,” Jaemin adds, and it’s a statement, not a question.

“I’m not—”

“You are,” Jaemin interjects. “Head over heels, in love with a girl you think doesn’t reciprocate your feelings, and you’re also being an ass to her, whether you know it or not.”

If Haechan was in a situation where he needed to simplify the reason you two click so well, he’d say chalk it up to compatibility and say it’s because you’re like a mirror of one another. Which also means he knows you, better than anyone else even, and he knows neither of you do the whole catching feelings things anymore. You like to fuck and flirt, and fuck some more, to avoid the fact that you love too hard. If you fuck people whose names you don’t even remember, it doesn’t mean a darn thing that you two make out.

No one really knows about that part yet. But they do know that you like to fuck, and that’s why Haechan thinks that if he’s an ass, then that means so are you. What the fuck is he doing that you aren’t?

Even if he is an ass, what is he supposed to do? He’s only recently realized that damn, he actually does have feelings for you, which is where Hope comes along and yes, he is fucking her to distract himself from you. So what? It’s not like it’s working, he’s still stuck on you, obsessed with the thought of you, craving your touch and the sound of your voice. He still loves you, and it’s so scary because no matter what his friends say, he thinks they don’t know you or your relationship like he does. They think they do, but they don’t.

“I’m not in love,” Haechan lies through his teeth, “maybe I’m in like.”

Jaemin snorts. In like? That’s the stupidest thing he’s ever heard. Not in love his fucking ass. “You’re in denial, that’s what you are.”

Haechan grumbles, trying desperately not to raise his voice so that the others don’t hear him from the living room, “Even if I did like her—and I’m telling you, I don’t—it wouldn’t change anything because she doesn’t like me.”

“You two are the same breed of oblivious and stupid,” Jaemin takes the popcorn out of the microwave, pouring it all into a bowl. He’s even laughing, much to Haechan’s confusion, but he’s apparently unbothered by Haechan’s lack of confession, “but fine. Lie to my face. I still have a backup plan.”

“A back-up plan?” Haechan repeats, lost.

“I just thought it would be nice of me to try and get you to confess before I have to work a Valentine’s day miracle, but unfortunately you two are a match made in heaven—both terribly stubborn,” Jaemin says vaguely, not really answering Haechan’s question, “so I guess we’ll all know the truth at Chenle’s party.”

Jaemin exits with the popcorn bowls before Haechan can even part his lips to ask another question, and he stands there, shocked and unsure of how to react. He’s concerned, though. Jaemin has something cooking (besides the popcorn), and he isn’t sure what, but it’s Na fucking gossiping blabbermouth Jaemin. That means it can’t be anything good.

So apparently when you and Haechan had that heated makeout session the other day, you left a trail - or in other words, you marked his neck the fuck up.

You hadn’t noticed because he covered it up with concealer, but you’re in the middle of another one of those when he stops you, preventing you from repeating your mistake.

“You can’t do that. People will see,” Haechan frowns. You wonder what’s the problem with hickeys. Is he embarrassed? No way. Haechan? Embarrassed? About hickeys? He has much bigger fish to fry.

In contrast, you’re over the moon. Even if he isn’t yours, marking him up makes you feel like he belongs to you. Plus, other people will see, and they’ll know that he isn’t theirs, either. Haechan also has a beautiful neck, you realize as you stare at his skin. It makes you wonder if there’s anything about him that isn’t beautiful.

“Would that be so bad?” You ask. “You’d look sexy all marked up by me.”

Haechan groans, “Do you ever think with your head and not your pussy?”

“I wish my pussy was my head. My head’s just so full of you,” you sigh dramatically.

It’s rare for Haechan to blush, but you somehow manage to make him full-on flush sometimes and you take that as an achievement. It’s partially the reason you love flirting with him so much, he’s so reactive. His reactions are cute sometimes.

“Be serious for 5 seconds,” he whines, and you giggle.

“I was serious,” you insist, “but fine, I’ll think with my head since yours is clearly not working. No one’s gonna assume they’re from me, Hyuck. Just tell them they’re from one of your hoes.”

“I know, but it’s not them I’m worried about. It’s, um…” he trails off.

You’re confused, blinking. If not your friends, then who on earth—oh, for fucks sake.

“It’s Hope,” you utter tonelessly.

“Yeah, uh, yeah,” he wonders why you suddenly sound so dry, and then the whole grocery shopping thing seeps back into his mind. You obviously don’t like Hope, and it’s not just you, really. Lots of people don’t like her. But Haechan needs a pretty face to compete with the image of yours in his head, even if it isn’t winning. “She kinda likes me, and—”

“Do you like her?” You don’t mean to ask so fast. It slips, like your mouth has a mind of its own.

Haechan shrugs. No, he doesn’t like her. He likes you, but he thinks that maybe he can somehow convince himself it’s the other way around. So he replies, “Maybe.”

Fuck. You try not to appear suddenly devoid of life, forcing a cheery smile. “That’s… nice,” you lie through your teeth. “Let me take this opportunity to have one last kiss before I possibly never will again?”

Haechan snickers, to silently say as if. He isn’t wrong for it, either. One kiss is never one kiss with him — never has been, never will be. There’s a reason you both bonded over bombing a math exam.

D-day rolls around, and you’re eyeing your frame in your full-length mirror, smoothing your palms over your dress as you give yourself a quick once-over before the clock strikes 7PM. You look like that bitch, and everyone in that party is going to fucking know it because you’re going to walk in there like that bitch. Fuck Cupid. You don’t need his stupid bow. And fuck Haechan, too. He’s your ride, but he’s gonna ditch you at some point in the party like he always does. It’ll be no different now, and this time, you’ll be the first one to leave.

The chime of the doorbell jolts you from your mental slumber, and you quickly reach for your purse then head towards the door with a heavy heartbeat. You know he’s already seen you in this dress, he chose it for fucks sake, but there’s something else that gets your heart racing—no. You can’t think about him. Fuck Haechan, remember? He’s no good for you.

“Here goes nothing,” you mutter to yourself, palm on the doorknob, “you can do this.”

Haechan’s sucks in a breath the moment you open the door. You look gorgeous. You always do, but in this particular moment, you look better than you ever have before. Those corny romance sayings usually make him laugh with mirth, but he’s genuinely convinced you look better everyday that he sees you. All dressed up like this, or not.

“You look so pretty, Auntie!” Dohwan beats him to a compliment.

You bend down to ruffle the boy’s hair, “Thank you, Dohwan. You look very handsome.” And then you look at Haechan.

He looks handsome as well, unfortunately. Jet black hair, exposed forehead, and his outfit is black with red hearts in the center of the shirt. You try not to pay him too much mind, but your heart and the place between your thighs don’t seem to agree with your mind. He catches you looking at him, and feels a twinge of anxiousness in his heart. Get it together, man, he tells himself. Lee Donghyuck doesn’t get nervous looking at pretty girls. Lee Donghyuck doesn’t hesitate about his actions, either, wondering if he should hold your hand, he doesn’t rethink what he should say. It all comes to him naturally.

“Yeah, you look beautiful,” he settles, mentally cursing himself for being unable to think of anything else. He blames you. Ever since you first snuck in his mind, you’ve been living rent-free there, and make it hard to think about anything else sometimes. That’s why he thought that needed distractions.

If you could relay the message to your heart, you’d tell it stop beating. Instead, you mask your emotion, smiling. “Thank you, likewise. Now c’mon, we gotta get there by 7:30!”

Haechan’s saddened by the dismissal, but you don’t catch his face as you walk to his car.

If you ignore him, you can do this.

Haechan cannot do this.

Something isn’t right. It wasn’t right the second he noticed you gave him a simple, rushed compliment, not bothering to make some sexual remark that usually makes Haechan’s cheeks feel like fire. You didn’t even kiss him before you got in the car. And Haechan’s sure you’ve been avoiding him like the plague, scurrying off and getting lost in the red and pink sea before he could even ask you if you wanted to check out the drink menu.

He doesn’t know where you are, and that haunts him. Turns out Chenle is paying Yangyang, Ten and Jisung to keep the kids entertained on one end of the house, whilst the adults do adult-y things on the other. You could be with someone else for all he knows, hell, you probably are. He was practically fuming when he saw some people staring at you as you walked in.

“Uh oh, I think y/n divorced Haechan,” Chenle jokes, and a choir of laughs follows suit.

Haechan grumbles, “A guy can’t miss his girl best friend?”

“Of course, you can,” Chenle drawls, “but everyone knows she’s more than just a friend to you. Like even if you aren’t together, there’s no way you guys don’t have feelings for each other.”

“Right? And they’re so cute together, too. A literal match made in heaven by angel Cupid,” Jaemin agrees, speaking as though Haechan isn’t right there.

“You’re dating y/n?” gasps Karina, overhearing Jaemin much to Haechan’s dismay. Oh, great, she’s as much as a blabbermouth as he is. The whole world’s going to think Haechan’s dating you in five minutes or less.

“No!”

“Yes, he is, spread the word,” Jaemin says, already knowing he doesn’t have to tell her. Karina’s mumbling I knew it under her breath before jogging somewhere.

“You know,” Haechan starts, downing a shot because if he’s not at least tipsy he’s going to die at this party, “she’s been making me watch murder documentaries with her and I’ve definitely picked up a thing or two. I’d be careful.”

Jaemin scoffs, “Please. You’re going to be kissing my ass and the ground that I walk on by the time this party’s over.”

There it goes. Haechan wonders what’s so special about tonight that Jaemin’s been hinting at vaguely. It’s been keeping him on his toes, but he doesn’t ask because he knows Jaemin, and he isn’t going to tell him a thing. The one time this guy wants to keep something secret.

An hour flies by, and Haechan still hasn’t seen you. He’s looked for you, and refuses to believe his eyes are somehow missing you, even though you’re in a crowd. He literally went up the stars and gazed over the railing for a better view, and you were no where to be found. You’ve refused to answer your phone, too, and Haechan doesn’t know what to do. He would just start talking to some random chick, but that’s not what Haechan wants. He doesn’t want some random chick. He wants to be with you. Hold you. Touch you. Kiss you, with no shame, no fear, in front of everyone, and he isn’t in denial about it. He wants you.

And Jaemin is fed up.

“Alright, I’m tired of you moping around drinking like a divorced man. Let’s go to the kitchen,” Jaemin suggests. Or commands, but still.

Haechan quirks a brow. “Where there’s nothing but more drinks?”

“Trust me, I’m not letting you drink anymore tonight. You have a wife and a kid to drive home,” Jaemin jokes. Usually he’d deny any sort of relationship with you that isn’t best-friendship, but Haechan simply shakes his head, following his friend and roommate into the kitchen.

Then he sees you, and his jaw doesn’t just drop, but it falls flat on the ground, bounces a little, and comes back down. You’re clinging to Chenle’s side with a confused face, equally as surprised to see him, though not very delighted.

“What’s going on?”

You stare at one another.

“Stop copying me!”

Jaemin and Chenle stare at one another, then stare at you two staring at one another, and stare at one another again.

“I hate to interrupt your… stare-off, but there’s a reason we brought you two here,” Jaemin interjects, making you two finally split gazes as you stare at him, confused.

“Which is?”

You glare at him. Jaemin’s success was short-lived, it seems.

“Drum roll, please,” he says, and Chenle begins tapping against the counter, “Dohwan!”

Suddenly, Dohwan pops up from around the corner. He’s on the completely wrong side of the house, and while he’s under adult supervision, you still wonder why he’s here.

You blink. “What’s he doing here?”

Jaemin smirks. “I’m glad you asked. Dohwan tells me he’s witnessing some very interesting sights of the two of you. Go ahead and tell us what you saw, kiddo.”

“I saw Haechan and Auntie y/n kissing, like mommy and daddy do!” Dohwan shares, grimacing in disgust. If you weren’t practically fearing for your life right now, you’d probably laugh at his reaction.

“And how often do you see this?” Chenle adds.

“Um…” the kid ponders, “every time Auntie y/n comes over. I heard them say they wanted to keep it a secret from me, but they’re not very good at it.”

Haechan shoots you a panicked look, and you’re wearing the exact same one. By the time you realize that this is what Jaemin’s been hinting at this whole time, it’s much too late. Your secret has been exposed to the worst people ever, and now they’re definitely going to think you’re dating.

“Thank you for your input, Dohwan,” Jaemin smiles, then turns to look at you and Haechan. You’re both frozen and stiff, unsure of how to respond. “So, anything to say about this?”

“It doesn’t mean anything,” Haechan’s quick to say. You hope no one catches the way your face falters with hurt for a split second. “If you want me to be honest, then fine, I will. Yeah, we kiss. We’ve been kissing since high school, but it didn’t mean anything then and it doesn’t mean anything now. We just, I don’t know, do it for fun.”

Chenle deadpans, “So you just kiss for pure, innocent fun.”

“Exactly,” Haechan nods. “It means nothing.”

It means something to me, you think to yourself, and when you notice the silence in the room, you gaze up to see everyone’s eyes on you, Haechan’s a little wide. Oh, fuck.

“I said that aloud, didn’t I?”

“Yep,” Jaemin grins. He was right. “Is there something you want to share with the class?”

Stupidly, you decide to look at Haechan, and he’s re-lost his composure, frozen up and stiff all over again. Your heart is pounding harder than it has been all night. It’s partially the alcohol, but you can feel it in your veins and all around you. It won’t leave you alone, and looking at Haechan, it’s faster, as if to say he’s the one I want.

So you choose to make another decision that you might possibly regret, but you have to get this off your chest. It isn’t news to anyone but Haechan anyways.

“Donghyuck,” you start, and he knows it’s getting serious because you just said his government name. You literally never call him by his government name. “I know we agreed to keep things platonic, and for it to mean nothing, but I want you. Like really, really bad. I think I—no, everyone’s right, I really am, extremely in love with you. If you don’t feel the same I understand, I just had to get this off my che—”

You aren’t given the chance to finish before Haechan swoops you in his arms, reaching for your waist as he pulls you into a kiss. There’s a chorus of cheers from Chenle and Jaemin, followed by a shriek of disgust from Dohwan as he covers his eyes, but you two aren’t trying to hide anymore, you want to scream from the rooftops that you’re in love. Yes, the infamous Lee Donghyuck and y/n know more than flirting and fucking. You’re in love, drunk off of a sip of it and the taste of Haechan’s lips, and god, has kissing your best friend never felt better.

“Let’s give the newlywed couple some privacy now,” Jaemin says with a grin. Gosh, he really is the spawn of Cupid, but you have to thank him. This wouldn’t be happening if it wasn’t for his stupid ‘gotcha!’ plan. “You two work this out.”

The three of them pile out, and you and Haechan part from one another to breathe. You stay in comfortable silence for a moment, his hands slipping into yours.

“Your hands are sweating,” you comment after a while.

“It’s hot.”

“It’s the middle of February.”

“So? Global warming is real, you know,” Haechan shrugs, refusing to acknowledge the fact that his hand is sweating because he’s nervous. He’s accepted that you make him feel all warm inside and his heart feel like mush, but he still isn’t used to not hiding the way you make him feel.

You laugh but don’t press things. “Newlywed couple, huh. Can’t be, you still haven’t popped the question.”

“Yeah?” He laughs, too. “Then will you take my hand in marriage and take me as your illegally wedded husband?”

You hum, pretending to contemplate, “Hmm, I don’t know. You sure you don’t wanna marry a giant cardboard Tootsie Pop cutout? Or what about that girl? What happened to her, by the way, I thought you said you liked her.”

Haechan groans, not really wanting to think about her right now, “No more Hope. Ironically, she’s a lost cause. I had to cut shit with her because she can’t comprehend what a fling is. She wanted a relationship, and you know, I lied to you when I said that I might want her. I didn’t know you liked me back until, like, now, so I was just saying shit in hopes of convincing myself I could stop liking you. That planned failed, though.”

His words lift a massive weight off of your shoulders, and you finally feel like you can breathe now. Take that, bitch, you think with a smirk. She was giggling in your face so hard at the grocery store, but you’re having the last laugh.

You tilt your head. “What about the Tootsie Pops?”

“Yeah, sorry but I can’t give them up as easily. Would you mind a Tootsie Pop bouquet?”

Gosh, this is the man you love. You roll your eyes, but smile as you reply, “You know, you’re like a Tootsie Pop.”

If Haechan were a dog, his ears would perk up right now. “How come?”

“I’ll never know how long I’ll be able to kiss you without wanting to fuck you,” you lean in his ear to purr, voice tickling his neck. You eye it and his lips, and lord knows you can’t wait to finally be able to mark him up again.

“Yeah? Wanna go home, put Dohwan to sleep, and let me take this dress off you?” He grips at your waist, his hand resting there with the burning urge to dip lower. He bites his lip.

“Thought you drew the line at sticking your dick in me,” you joke.

“That was when I was in denial about wanting you,” Haechan whispers, “but now I can admit to myself that even though you amazing in this dress, I wanna take it off of you. Your body’s perfect.”

“I kinda hate the scar on my thigh.”

“Don’t. It provides depth to your character. It makes someone wonder how you got it, the story of how it happened,” he answers, ever so deeply.

“Poetic,” you snort, “can’t tell if you’re giving me Bruno Mars or John Legend vibes more right now.”

Haechan rolls his eyes, smiling. “You said you’d never know how long you’d be able to kiss me without dying to fuck me, right?”

“I never said dying.”

He ignores you, “Then let’s put it to the test, shall we?”

Your lips wind up pressed firmly to his, with your hands on his cheek and his palms on your hips yet again. It’s fiercer than ever, Haechan’s kissing you like he doesn’t want to let you breathe, like he wants to stay in this moment with you forever. He kisses you with love and lust, with passion and desire, with emotion and no more fear in his chocolate-y eyes. You don’t regret kissing Haechan that day. It took a while, but it brought you to this moment where you can finally call him yours. And that one more kiss stuff is bullshit. His lips are yours and vice versa, and as you’re by each other’s side, you’ll never stop kissing him. And he’ll never stop kissing you.

“They’re here!” Karina suddenly bursts into the kitchen, pointing at you and Haechan. “Look! I told you they were dating!”

Oh, god. You totally forgot about Karina’s stupid bet with Mark. Mark looks entirely devastated and surprised, devastated because that’s twenty-five bucks gone from his wallet, and surprised because he genuinely believed you and Haechan have been best friends this whole time. Technically, he isn’t wrong, but you’re not sure if you want to interrupt to tell them that.

Mark whines, “Oh, c’mon! I really thought you guys were just friends.”

“Pay up, loser,” Karina smirks, and with a pout, Mark pulls cash from his pockets.

Haechan looks at you, and while you don’t say anything, you can tell you’re both thinking the exact same thing. The whole campus is about to know you two are dating. Karina’s for sure going to tell everyone she knows, hell, probably even people she doesn’t know, and there’s a ninety-nine point nine percent chance of Jaemin raining your business on everyone in his latest report for the school newspaper.

You can’t say that you care, though. This is what you wanted, to unashamedly love Haechan, to be able to state it proudly in front of everyone, to let everyone know, to claim him as yours and yours only. So fuck Cupid. Fuck his bow, fuck his arrow, because this relationship is all a product of you and Haechan’s hard work and dedication.

Who needs Cupid’s bow when you have tasty lips and Tootsie-Pops?

“You’re telling me you’ve been in love with me for the past four years? Oh, you’re a soldier. I would have given up in the first month.”

You snort. Part of becoming Haechan’s girlfriend is the process of telling one another the secrets you’ve been keeping, such as how long you can been in love. Haechan’s been in love with you for a solid year, he thinks, maybe two, but it’s been almost four years for you, on the other hand.

“If only it were that easy,” you sigh. “Trust me, I tried getting over you by getting under other people—how Jessie Reyez of me—but that didn’t work out, obviously.”

“You are too much like me,” Haechan shakes his head. “What made you think we should anyways?”

“You mean, four years ago, or now?”

Haechan shrugs. “Either. Give me three reasons.”

“Oh, brace yourself. I could do a presentation on this. One, we know each other’s McDonald’s orders. Two, like you said, we’re very alike. When have we ever argued over pizza toppings?” You reason. “Three, I can’t imagine kissing anybody else. I mean, we’ve basically been practicing on each other for the past four years. I’m the reason you can kiss so good, it would insane for you make out with other people. Four, I have a fat ass and sometimes I catch you staring at—”

“I said three reasons!” Haechan cries, face blooming red as a rose.

“I could go for a fifth,” you grin, “we’re both terrible at math.”

“Damn right we are,” he mutters. “But that’s what makes us… us, isn’t it? The only reason we’re dating right now is because we couldn’t resist kissing each other after one time.”

He’s right. It practically only took one kiss to fall in love with Haechan. He’s giving you major Dua Lipa vibes right now.

“I know you’re thinking about that Dua Lipa song right now.”

You smirk. “You know me very well.”

He tilts his head. “And what else are you thinking about?”

“That you look like all I need,” you say in tune, making Haechan laugh. “And I just want to feel your skin on mine.”

“Then we should do something about that, right?” Haechan smirks back.

You’re kissing the smirk right off his lips seconds later, and this is where you decide that you just can’t get enough of him. Even if one kiss is all it takes, you’re greedy for more, and more, and more, until both your lips are swollen and you’re both gasping for air.

#haechan smut #nct 127 smut #nct dream smut #nct smut #haechan x reader #nct imagines #haechan imagines #lee haechan smut #nct x reader #nct #nct scenarios

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w-wolfhard · 5 months

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hiii :) I love your theme btw

Can you write some Mike Wheeler fluff, where he gets a bit jealous and annoyed and he doesn't know how to express his emotions so he just shows her a lot of affection when they're alone, like kisses and cuddling.

Thank you <33

JEALOUS by eyedress.

pairing : fem!reader x mike wheeler

warning(s) : none.

wrds frm seb! : first off, TYSMM 🫶 second of all, LOOK WHO'S BACK BABIESSSSS!! yup, me!! third of all, this is so mike LMAOO😭 luv this sm. p.s. this is hella short so sorry sorry

whenever mike got jealous, he would always try to not show it. but even though he tries to hide it, the aggitated expression is clearly visible on his face.

everytime he sees you talking with another guy, he can't help but feel a pang of jealousy. he knows you wouldn't be disloyal with him, and that he's the only guy you love but he still gets jealous anyway. he can't help it!

mike hates it when other guys flirt with you. why is that guy flirting with my girlfriend? he scoffs. he doesn't wanna seem like an ass, so he doesn't say anything to you about it 'cause maybe the guy is just trying to be friendly and he's overthinking it. but no way! my girlfriend's way too pretty and funny for him to be talking to her in a friendly way. he totally likes her. he thinks again.

the frown on his face could reach the ground, and his shoulders drop– his posture is horrendous as he watches and (barely) listens to the conversation you two have.

when you notice his expression change, you ask him what's wrong, but he brushes it off which leaves you confused most of the time.

then the second you arrive at home, mike is smothering you with affection. when you're laying down, watching tv, he's laying on you with his arms wrapped around your waist. he'll occasionally mutter a few words, and press a few kisses on your skin. "are you alright mike?" you asked him, running your hands through his hair.

"peachy." he replied. he dug his head into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent.

"you sure? you looked upset earlier when i was talking to that guy?"

he sighed, "that was earlier. i'm in right now."

"what does that even mean?"

"it means that that was earlier, right now i'm content since i'm in your arms." he mumbled. "that guy – he totally had a fat crush on you. i bet he did." he said lazily. you could tell that he was probably falling asleep by the way he was speaking.

"and why do you think that?"

"he laughed at every little thing you said or did. not in a way where he was making fun of you but in a way where he has a crush on you."

"sure mike," you laughed. "all he did was ask for directions. he was only laughing because he went the total opposite way." you sighed. "and even so, you're the only one i have eyes for mike. i have the fattest crush on you."

despite the boy being half asleep, his cheeks flushed in embarrassment. "no i totally knew that." he murmured. "i also have the fattest biggest crush on you too. we should date."

"we should date. we'd make a pretty cute couple." you chuckled at the boy. next thing you know, you felt his scattered breathing against your neck which meant he fell asleep. you sighed contentedly.

#mike wheeler #mike wheeler fluff #finn wolfhard #stranger things #w-wolfhard #mike wheeler x y/n #mike wheeler x you #mike wheeler x reader #mike wheeler x reader fluff #✿┊𝐬𝐞𝐛'𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬!

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filmofhybe · 5 months

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The perfect blend - YJW

part 1 of “IN EVERY MULTIVERSE”

In which..

can you ever imagine in this multiverse, you having the biggest fattest crush on your best friend - Yang jungwon, however knowing he already has a “girlfriend” hurts more than just a sting from a bee.

💌 PAIRING : yjw x reader

GENRE : friends to lovers , fluff

WARNING : angst , fluff , kissing

🗯️ FEATURING : huh yunjin - LE SSERAFIM

word count : 2,501

MASTERLIST to “IN EVERY MULTIVERSE”.

“Are you serious? Do you believe you can travel to different multiverse?” Yunjin looks at me as if she just heard the most ridiculous thing that has ever come out of a human’s mouth.

“Well, you never know. There’s always a chance we actually can..” I replied as I shoved another spoonful of rice into my mouth.

“Oh my gosh y/n, I’ve known you for years and this is probably the most idiotic thing that has come out of your smart-ass mouth.” She threw her hands in the air before turning her vision back to the TV screen in front of us.

“What if I actually get there though?” Now the room has turned absolutely silent. Even the TV at the background has sound coming out of it. “Well then tell me everything when I get my normal y/n back.” Sighing, as I watch her placing our bowl into the sink.

“Right, we have school tomorrow, I'll make you breakfast. And you can do whatever. Sweet Dreams y/n. And I want the normal y/n back ASAP.” We chuckled, as I watched her till her silhouette disappears into the end of the dark hallway. Pushing myself off the floor as I turned the tv off and walking to my bedroom to start washing up.

After a warm bath, I sat in my bed as soft music plays, the light in the room is dim, creating a cozy atmosphere. Cuddling into the soft duvet, my mind was full of thoughts on what would actually happen if I traveled to all my multiverse. Would something bad happen? How would I get back? Would I get stuck in one of them and never return? Pushing all those negative thoughts away as weight falls upon my eyes, closing them as sleep finally takes over me. Sending me to dream land…

“y/nnie~~ wake up!!” I jumped at the sudden stranger voice. Dizziness taking over me as I scratch my eyes, trying to adjust the brightness, I looked around realizing I’m in a classroom, wait wasn’t I-

“Are you ok? You’ve been sleeping for ages..” I look up, seeing a boy with define features, cat looking eyes with sweet soft pink lips, wait isn’t that jungwon? THE JUNGWON IM LITERALLY BEST FRIENDS WITH?

“Oh uh yeah I’m alright thank you..” I replied to him, not knowing how and why I’m suddenly in a classroom. “Y/n you seem confused? Come on let’s go get some food to get your energy up!” Man if only if he weren’t so damn cheerful.. Before I could react, jungwon takes my hand as he drags me through the hallway of the unfamiliar surrounding around me. We stop as we arrive at the cafeteria before getting our food.

“y/n I think we should totally hang out this week!” He said, as a big smile spread across his face. My brain still processing on how this is actually happening. How Im I going to hanging out with Jungwon, and why does this feel so real. “oh yeah of course we can!” I cheerfully said, cringing at how I replied to him.

“That’s great! I’ll pick you up from yours around 11 on Saturday!” Turning around as he throws away his rubbish. Grabbing my arm once again as I allowed him to drag me anywhere. His hands was soft like a baby’s cheek, his cheeks as pink as a baby girl’s pajamas. He is a real life softie. Running around the school before arriving to his destined spot. “Have you ever been here before?” Examining around, Sakura tress around us, pedals falling from the spring breeze, realizing it was the back of the school that no one goes to. I shook my head as I saw him take a camera out of his bag.

“Y/n look over here! You look extremely pretty right now, say cheese!!” Turning the camera towards me as I awkwardly poses in front of him. Click before he takes the film out, waiting for it to appear. “Film camera is our thing now okay?” Watching him lay below the tree as the sun shines on his face , making his defined features more visible.

Copying his move as I lay next to him as I treasure this sweet moment with the guy I have never thought would appear in my multiverse. Smiling as I turn to him grabbing his attention. “So 11am Saturday right…?” “Yeah don’t be late ok?” “I won’t-“ “pinky promise me! I’ll be waiting for you okay?” He extended his hand as we pinky promised each other.

Before we can kiss our pinky and seal the promise, I was waken by my alarm. Fuck.. did you really had to ruin my god damn dream.. I sat up realizing that wouldn’t be a dream right? It felt so real, I could move everything and control what I’m doing. What is this? Did I just traveled to another universe. Or I’m just tricking myself.

Throwing my shoes on before locking the apartment doors. Walking towards my 11am class which was absolutely a joke, I rather stay in my cozy bed, dreaming or even traveling back to last night’s dream. I was so deep in my thoughts I didn’t even realize I bumped into someone, dropping all my notes on the floor. Wow could my day be any better.. I quickly started picking up the stuff without trying ti embarrass myself more, too annoyed to even realize someone was helping me as well. Accidentally bumping into each others head as we stand up.

I heard him let out a little groan as I rub my head, looking up realizing it was Jungwon. “Hey y/n! I didn’t mean to bump into you here’s your notes.” Handing me it as I’m still processing what’s going on last night. His hands accidentally touched mines, the same exact soft delicate hands that held my wrist.. His features exactly identical from the dream, hair styled the same, confusing me even more. So your telling me your the same person as the guy that was in my dream..or multiverse or whatever I was in last night. Can’t be bother to deal with more crazy hallucinations. I thanked him as I take my notes back and walked towards my class, leaving a confused jungwon, wondering what he did. I hear him calling out for me but soon stops as he seems like he had given up to continue. Heart heavy, knowing the fact he doesn’t even know he was calling me pretty in my other universe, hanging out with each other when we rarely do it now.

“What do you mean Yang jungwon was in your dream, but in that dream you can move like physically.” Yunjin’s face displays a confused look. Not believing a single word that just came out of my mouth.

“Yunjin, I can literally feel his hand in my, quote on quote, so-called dream. The exact ones that touched mines today.” The more I talk about it the more, I just want to absolutely bury myself 6ft under. I just don’t believe that “dream” wasn’t real. It definitely have to do with something in my next life or whatever.

“We really need to get you some help because your telling me this is your dream, but you can feel all these little things isn’t making sense.” By now Yunjin particularly tired of my ranting, but I know she’s silently enjoying all of this. Watching her continue to type on her computer as i return my focus towards the opened Chemistry book in front of me.

Silently getting along with our work, the only slightest sound heard was Yunjin’s typing. Nothing could be more peaceful than this. I stopped reading the paragraph I’m currently on as i heard a familiar voice coming beside me.

“I got the coffee for you and y/n, you both better pay me back.”

“Fine! Your acting like we are using you or something..”

“Because maybe you are..” It was Jungwon’s voice.

“I’ll pay you back on Saturday-”

“Wait Saturday? How do you know I was about to ask you to hang out on Saturday-”

“it’s nothing I don’t know why I said that.” I awkwardly chuckled as i return my vision towards my notes.

“Your just as weird as the first time i met you, right 11am Saturday I’ll pick you up.” He said before throwing his bag behind his back, walking out of the common room.

“What the actual shit was that. How the hell is everything in your dream just implied to what happened…” Shock laid across both me and Yunjin’s face as we realize, my so called dream isn’t really just a dream. Is something more than just a dream. Maybe even related to the MULTIVERSE .

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; AUTHORS NOTE : Hope you guys enjoy the first chapter / prologue! Please reblog or comment to boost my story! Same time next week see you than!! Have a nice week :)

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imagine-knb · 7 months

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idk of this has been asked before, but imagine a ‘ore monogatari!!’ situation with okamura. like this adorable small girl having the biggest fattest crush on that absolute mountain of a guy. everyone can see it except him.

I loved watching 'My Love Story!!', it was such a cute and cozy anime! (ᅌᴗᅌ✿) Admin Neon

Practice was going to start in a few minutes, but Fukui found that he could not tear his eyes away from the scene happening at the entrance to the gymnasium. He stood next to the bleachers, one arm holding a basketball tucked between his elbow and side as he leaned his weight onto one foot. His brows were quirked in disbelief.

Across the gymnasium, holding up the double doors, Okamura was deep in animated conversation. It was an odd sight, seeing the hulking man of a captain standing there, red-cheeked and a grin practically splitting his face in half. What made it even more comical was his companion, a female student who didn’t even come halfway up the Yosen captain’s height. She had her own wide smile on her face, eyes crinkled at the corners as she craned her neck up at Okamura.

“What is thou looking at?” Liu’s voice came from behind Fukui, making the vice-captain jump a bit. When he turned to glare back at the small forward player, Fukui was met by Liu's usual expressionless stare.

Fukui nodded his head in the direction of the double doors. “Look who’s chatting with our favorite muscle gorilla. I wonder who the girl is.”

With Liu now joining Fukui, both boys continued to watch as Okamura continued his conversation. They began to notice small things – like how the girl seemed to restart the conversation every time it seemed to lull for a moment too long; or how she seemed to laugh at a lot of Okamura’s jokes, despite the fact they knew he wasn’t funny; or how she simply stepped to the side as Himuro and Murasakibara entered the gym.

“Holy shit,” Fukui breathed out in a low whisper. Himuro quirked a brow in question as he approached his senpai. “That girl just ignored you.”

Himuro glanced back toward the open gymnasium doors, finding said girl still standing there and talking with Okamura. He looked back at Fukui, brows furrowed. “Is that a bad thing?”

“Girls never ignore you, pretty boy,” Fukui deadpanned as he clapped a heavy hand onto Himuro’s shoulder. His curiosity was starting to get the better of him – he needed answers from Okamura. Lifting the same hand, Fukui cupped it around his mouth and began yelling, “Hey, captain, practice is gunna start! Get your ass over here!”

Fukui’s hollering had cut Okamura off mid-sentence. The vice-captain couldn’t help but think Okamura looked pretty dumb standing there with his mouth still hanging open, no sound coming out. Then in the next second, Okamura was calling back, “Be there in a second!”

The rest of the team watched as their captain turned back to the tiny female student, a large hand on the back of his neck as he bowed his head slightly downward. They didn’t have to read his lips to know he was giving her an awkward goodbye. Then, as she turned to leave with that sweet smile still on her face, Fukui saw it.

She touched Okamura’s arm before leaving!

The glare that Fukui fixed onto Okamura when the captain finally crept by was venomous. “No way in hell you managed to get her as a girlfriend.”

The accusation had a sudden rush of embarrassing color on Okamura’s face. He spluttered a bit, having to double take at Fukui in order to ensure he had heard right. “We’re not dating. ____-san and I have a group project together. We were discussing our topic.”

“Thou was flirting.” At Liu’s accusation, Fukui nodded vigorously. “Badly, if I might add.”

The embarrassment Okamura felt quickly devolved into shame. He placed a large hand over his face, trying to hide away the burning color on his cheeks. He could hear his team snickering at his expense and it made him want to hide away for a moment.

“Though she must not mind your shitty flirting since she was doing it back.”

This caught Okamura’s attention. He peeked at his teammates from between his fingers. “She was flirting with me?” Fukui looked at Okamura incredulously – how did the guy not realize that? The vice-captain’s expression was enough for Okamura to finally put the pieces together. “I have to ask her out.”

“Fukui-dono can help you with that. He was gracious enough to help me last time.”

#yosen #okamura #liu #fukui #himuro #murasakibara #divider by @skylightlantern #you would not believe the amount of research i had to do #just to remember how to write for these characters #and by research I mean I read a lot of my old writings #and a lot of wikipedia pages #also I love linking back to old work that relates to new stuff #it's like I'm adding lore lol

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missusthemain · 2 years

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The right is so messy sorry lol

#slasher community #brahms x reader #brahms heelshire #the boy #slasher smut #slasher art #brahms fanart #shitty fanart #my art #hes so handsome #hes so pretty #I have the biggest fattest crush on him #hes so hot

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chnsfairy · 4 years

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🐺🌨🏹✨

#gosh .... i have the biggest fattest crush on u #there are so many things i need to say abt the live so TT #first did u guys see 😭😭 his little dance in the beginning when they sat down #I WANTED TO SOBBB HES SO CUTE GOSH I LOVE HIM SO MUCH HES SO ADORABLE IM AMKFMAMFMSM #:'((( and this fit .... this blue ... the sweater 😭😭 its anything i could have ever hoped for #thank u stylists for putting him in literally my favorite shade of blue 🥺🖤 im straight up crying right now and i dont know why #plus !!! 🙇🏼🏹 his little interactions with jimin make my heart go all smdjamdksks !!! i love her so much !!! and their friendship is so cute #my heart is just bursting with so much love im crying !!! love that !!!!!! but also !!!! his fucking laughs !!! 😭🖤#I COULD HEAR THEM WHEN HE WASNT USING HIS MIC AND GOSH IT SOUNDS LIKE HEAVEN HOW AM I SO WHIPPED FOR THIS BOY ITS NOT OK 😭😭#his giggles ... and just ... his laughs whenever his members said something funny .... wow i guess i just love u a whole whole lot huh .....#he named his team 'dadadada' ARE U KIDDING ME 😭😭 WHAT A DUMMYY BUT U KNOW ITS OK 😭😭 CAUSE HES MY DUMMY AND I LOVE HIM SO MUCH #HES SO ADORABLE AND PRECIOUS WHY DID THAT WHOLE THING MAKE MY HEART BEAT SO MUCH I HAVE NO WORDS ANYMORE 😭😭#ok thats a lie because u know when 😭😭 he had to sing the song thing 😭😭 and all the members put their mics to his face 🙇🏼🌨#YEAH THAT WOULD BE ME EVERYDAY 😭😭 I WANNA LISTEN TO HIS VOICE FOR HOURS IS THAT DUMB AMDKMAMDMS PROBABLY AMJDMD #its just so soothing ... and soft ... ive fallen asleep to his lives before ... gosh can he sing me to sleep please 🥺🖤 with that pretty #pretty blue on him 🥺 and just that soft loving look on his face ..... wow wonder boy .... guess im really in this shit deep huh 😭😭#wait also 😭😭 when the girl from australia came on and his accent got so much thicker and he went 'oh wow i love that accent' WHEN I TELL U #I FELT SOMETHING WITHIN ME I DIDNT KNOW I COULD !!!! 😭😭 GOSH THAT HURT SO MUCH IDK WHY IT SOUNDED SO GOOD SMFJMS I LOVE IT WHEN HIS ACCENT #GETS HEAVY LIKE THAT OK 😭 ITS *** NSMADKKAMD ITS OK MINE DOES THAT TOO WHEN I GOT TO AUSTRALIA #gosh wow ... hes just .... so soft ... and his voice just makes me feel so safe everytime i hear it .... im still anger that we never got a #solo 3racha song out of him bc u know i would have that on repeat TT #and during the relay dance .... to the cute song ..... oh wow oh wow .... thats what the centre pic is TT my heart is just !!! bursting with #so much love for him !!!!! this sounds so dumb though !!!! im a dummy in love with another dummy !!! what is this 😭😭#GOSH 😭😭✊ WHAT ON EARTH IS THIS IM SO SORRY IF U TOOK THE TIME TO READ THIS I JUST NEED TO WRITE OUT MY FEELINGS 😭😭#OKE IM GONNA GO TO SLEEP LISTENING TO SUNSHINE ON REPEAT AND DREAM ABOUT THE ONLY BOY IN THE WORLD 😭😭 GOSH I COULD TALK FOR HOURS BUT IM #RUNNING OUT OF TAGS FUCK OKE BYEEEEE IM SO SORRY BUT UHH I LOVE CHAN SO MUCH OKE BYE 😭😭✊#.ily #.icons

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kazewhara · 2 years

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zuzu. LISTEN OKAY);&/(&:

u said smth along the lines of “imagine spidey!kazuha having a part time job as a barista OR a library assistant.” and hear me out i LOVE BARISTA KAZU but pls listen to me abt the library one

library assistant kazuha who helps the old lady in the library at your school. the pretty boy which may be one of the reasons you always go to the library, despite almost reading all the books in there already.. library assistant kazuha who always adds lil sticky notes w flirty quotes in it at the side whenever you wanna borrow a book, and always answering them w another sticky note when you give it back.. its like a daily conversation using no words whatsoever VGFJDKS

and, also being torn to having a crush on the library assistant and the stupid spider-hero... oh my god pls im on my knees rn.

i have this lil. scenario ok. where you visit the library with your friend, and you give back your book to kazuha with another sticky note in it, "you have a crush on him, dont you?" your friend whispers, and you shiver, "wh- no! well- y- no! not at all.." you stutter, "..plus, i have a crush on someone.. else..!" you say, it wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the truth either, meanwhile your friend tries to convince you to tell them, kazuha, on the other hand, felt like he had his heart shot so many times, it's obvious after you said that, his shoulders just droop, his head looking at the desk as he tries to pretend he's focusing on something else, you notice that, and you feel your heart ache just by looking at him. because you know damn well you have the biggest fattest crush on him. "..hello?? earth to y/n???" your friend shakes their hand in front of your face. "uh, yeah?" you say with a startled tone, "who's your crush? cmonn, i pinky promise i wont tell." they whisper, and you can feel your face heat up, "its.. not someone from this school." you mutter, and kazuha feels his heart shatter again, "okay? then cmon, who is it?" your friend bickers, and you take a deep breath and exhale.

"this is so.. embarrassing... but i think.. i like that dorky spider-hero." you whisper, and your friend almost burst out laughing, teasing you about it, your face heats up even more as you shoo them away, meanwhile, the library assistant was listening to your conversation intently, and almost slams a book on the desk when you say that superhero name. feeling his cheeks heat up as well, what a nice coincidence. yeah?

...you better expect that spider-hero to burst into your window again, way bolder than before <33 -teacup

I AM SO GLAD I DECIDED TO TAKE A BREAK FROM WRITING WHATAVSGAVBSDBABB OH MY GOVFDDDD YESS💞💞💞💕💕💞💕💞💞💕💞

#z anon #🍵 anon #the sticky notes thing is INGENIOUS #and dude oh my god being torn between him and the spider nerd YESUSAHGSBAHSBSBD #GOSH YOU GET IT ILY

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mythiccheroacademia · 4 years

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The whole time traveling children has me feelin some type of way tbh. Imagine Mirio, Kaminari, and Tamaki walking into their respective rooms and there are just small children vibing. Mirio with his daughter, Kaminari with a daughter and Tamaki with a son. 😭

as i said, parent!bnha is SUPERIOR

A/N: So, instead of making these separate asks, I’m just going to make it one giant post. I thought it would be easier that way. Probably the only post that’ll have more than three characters lol

Warnings: none

Kaminari Denki:

when kaminari walked into his room, he didn't expect to see two children on his bed fighting like wild animals

the younger girl was totally beating the boy’s ass tho

kinda embarrassing bc she’s gotta be like, seven, at most

as if it’s not the weirdest thing he’s seen (bc it’s not) he rushes in to break them apart

he manages to separate them with his arms

the boy with yellow hair snaps his jaws at his sister’s fingers

“hey! bad! no biting!” he scolds

the little girl blows a raspberry and taunts “yeah! papa says no biting!”

the older sibling just rolls his eyes “rat”

meanwhile, denki is literally malfunctioning

papa?

PAPA? HUH???

the only person’s pants (and heart) he’s been trying to get in to for the past three months was y/n’s and he sure as hell would remember if he did

he didn't have kids

especially one that was his age

“sorry! you two are cute, but i’m not your pops”

thus, they begin to tell denki about how they mayhaps followed him and their mother into a dangerous mission and got hit with a time travel quirk

denki just nods his head

tbh, he’s not that weirded out

weirder things have happened

but, he does have one question

“who’s the lucky woman?”

coincidentally, you bust into his dorm room, wet from a recent prank and head steaming with anger

“Kaminari Denki!”

his son juts a thumb over to you

“the woman that’s about to murder you”

“oh say less”

his life literally couldn't get any better

before you get the chance to throttle him, the little girl jumps in your arms and your anger is immediately quelled

“hey mommy! i just wanna let you know that it was [son’s name]’s fault that we followed you when you told us not to”

“WHAT!?”

you’re to busy trying to get them from killing each other to comprehend anything that’s going on

kaminari is in a love-struck gaze bc hot damn, he won the jackpot, huh?

if he wasn't in love with you before, he’s in love with you now

you and your feral children

it was nice being God’s favorite

Kirishima Eijirou:

funny thing was

kirishima woke up from his afternoon nap with his mini-me in his arms!

at first, he was really confused as to why there was an 8 yr old boy with spiky teeth and (your hair texture) black hair on his bed

he thought he was dreaming

then the little boy bit his nose and grinned like he had done the funniest thing in the world

“WAKE UP DADDY! WE GOTTA GET SWOL TODAY”

did he get hit with some duplication quirk?

and what was that he said...daddy?

as in, father?

kirishima is wide awake now, but before he can ask the kid what’s going on, the boy is up and making use of his punching bag

he decides it wouldn't hurt to get a morning work out in, so he decides to humor the kid

after a mini workout, kirishima is in near tears as the boy tries to flex the little muscles he has

eventually, he gets the kid to tell him what happened and finds out he was hit with a time travel quirk of some sort

instead of being weirded out, kirishima is ESCTATIC

he has a family in the future

he’s so excited and proud that he just has to show his son off to his friends!

the first thing he does is go and bother bakusquad in the common room

he’s bragging like shit to them and his ego swells as they all swoon over how cute and handsome the kid is

you and bakugo come out of the kitchen to see what all the commotion is about and the little boy excitedly runs to you and jumps into your arms

“momma! you’re here! you’re so pretty! why’d you marry daddy when he looks so unswol?”

it’s silent before bakugo fucking dies of laughter

“y-you finally let shitty hair hit it? and got knocked up?? LMAO”

everyone’s dying and kirishima wants to die

he can’t believe this was how his long-term crush on you was getting outted

by an 8 yr old boy

so not manly

you look confused before you put the pieces together

the kid did look like you and kirishima

you want to console kirishima about the crush that you lowkey knew he had on you, but your son was one step ahead of you

with a gracious smile, he hits bakugo’s head

hard

“what the fuck kid!?”

“don’t make fun of daddy, uncle bakugo! at least daddy didn’t faint at his wedding″

Bakugo’s contemplating murder and everyone’s rolling on the floor

“WE BEEN KNEW YOU WERE THE BIGGEST SIMP”

even ten years later, bakugo still holds a grudge against your son

Togata Mirio:

i’m about to kill y’all w this one

since year one, mirio has been feigning over you

but 1) you were too dumb to notice 2) you both were really busy with, y’know, school and 3) he lowkey gave up bc he thought you deserved better

so imagine his surprise when he sees this four year old girl on his bed

and she looks like you with his features

mirio might not be the brightest crayon in the crayon box

but he’s got eyes

and it wasn't like he’s memorized your features to the T

the tiny girl is swinging her legs absent-mindedly before exploding with happiness when he sees him

she runs to mirio and he catches her with open arms

“daddy! daddy! i got hit with the coolest quirk at school today!”

proceeds to tell him about her best friend discovered her quirk and it was a teleportation quirk

mirio can’t help but giggle along with her even tho he knew it was a scary situation for the parents

speaking of which...

he innocently asks her who’s the mom

“mommy is the prettiest mommy in the world! she has e/c eyes, hair like me, and the most beautiful s/c skin! her name is togata y/n!”

if he wasn't geeking before, he’s geeking now

not only did he manage to marry you, but you let him be your baby daddy?

him?

big bet

mirio doesn't even care at this point

he’s parading around UA with the fattest smile as he introduces his daughter to damn near everyone

everyone’s freaking out bc wtf when did mirio get someone pregnant??

maybe he should've explained himself, but he sees you at your locker and makes a b-line for you

“good morning, y/n!”

he doesn't notice that you slam your locker close and hide the confession letter you wrote to him behind your back

you’re a stuttering mess and he’s too busy basking in the fact that he’s holding y’alls child

y’all look like a mess

but he’s ready to lay it on thick when the little girl kisses your nose and cheers,

“mommy, i missed you”

he explains the situation

you cant help but smile, “you know this could potentially ruin the timeline?”

and you feel like melting as he gives you the softest smile

“there’s no way I’m letting that happen. not when i end up with the woman i’m in love with. we’ll just have to twist fate together”

and twist it you did

Tamaki Amajiki:

tamaki wasn't the bravest person ever

and he knew his crippling anxiety got in the way of a lot

but he had never been more proud of himself for managing to invite you to his room

it was supposed to be a study date

despite how bold you normally were, he took comfort in how nervous you seemed

now, you two were leaning in, about to kiss

and then a voice from behind interrupts

“uh, am i interrupting something?”

you two let out the ugliest squeal and jump 50 feet away from each other

you’re all over the place, trying to explain the situation

tamaki’s heart is barely beating at this point

it takes the kid, who looks about 16, about thirty minutes to calm you down and revive tamaki

explains that he’s from the future and a descendant of tamaki’s family

decides to leave out that you two are his parents so he doesn't risk possibly erasing himself from the space continuum

that would be bad

despite how surprised you two were, you two take it rather well

you three spend the day together bc you and tamaki feel this weird sense of responsibility for the guy even though he’s only two years younger

the boy is trying his hardest not to expose himself, but it’s so hard

you two are asking him everything from his favorite food to if he has any siblings

he’s good at pretending that he’s cool, calm, and collected, but he wants nothing more than to jump into his parents’ arms and cry about how scared he is of messing up

but he won’t

bc he’s a strong boy

but he slips up

“how far are you down the future?” tamaki asks

“uh, about like 100 years or so--”

“you’re lying”

the kid nearly chokes on his food as his father blinks at him

you try and scold tamaki but he continues

“i don’t mean to be mean, but your nose twitches when you lie. y/n does the same thing”

that’s when the jazz record stops and everyone is staring at one another

“....wait”

this time, you nearly pass out

y’all had a kid together???

THE HELL??

the boy, coincidentally, starts fading and he thinks he fucked up

now he’s full out sobbing into the both of your chests, scared that he’s disappearing

despite the news, you and tamaki calm down, look at each other, and hold your son

“don’t you worry, baby” you coo, kissing his fading hair

“i have a feeling we’ll see you quite soon” tamaki comforts, closing his eyes

Bakugo Katsuki:

bakugo finally understood when his mom said

“the meaner you are to your parents, the nastier your kids will be to you”

he regretted being such a demon bc his kid was literally the spawn of satan

katsuki didn’t need an explanation to know that that...thing was his kid

he looked damn near identical to him with features that he couldn't quite place

but anyways, that wasn't the focus rn

rn, he was trying to figure out a way to keep that animal caged

as soon as katsuki took his eyes off him, the six yr old ran out the door as fast as his little legs could carry him

“catch me if you can, you old bastard!”

yup, it was his kid

“GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE FUCKER”

his son is blasting his way through the halls, skillfully evading Katsuki’s grabbing hands

he’s wildly laughing as he flips and turns through the doors, watching with glee as his father falls on his face

multiple times

the small boy latches on to a cupboard and smirks

“no wonder mom always beats your ass! you weak!”

katsuki nearly looks like the devil, eyes white, and face red with fury

his pride suffering by the second

he’s about to cuss the kids to hell when you come out of the kitchen, confused

you were about to ask why katsuki looked like a rat with rabies before you caught sight of a basket of fruit teetering on the edge of the cabinet, above the little boy’s head

“look out--”

the basket falls on the kid’s head and he’s on the floor, reeling from the hit

katsuki would've normally laughed his ass off, but he felt kind of...concerned?

he watches you run towards the child who’s trying his hardest not to cry

the boy holds his head, fat tears in his eyes as you pick him up and coddle over him

“i’m sorry, baby. I'm sorry i didnt get there in time”

cue the waterworks

the boy is full-on sobbing into your chest about how his head hurts

you bounce him and kiss his forehead as katsuki checks over the red bump

“you’ll be okay, brat” he comforts, voice softer than usual

in that moment, katsuki can’t help but notice how much a family y’all look like rn

then the dots start connecting and he goes

oh shit

so, maybe, he’s had a tiny crush on you

and it didn’t help that you two were friends with benefits bc yall were horny teenagers

but who knew he’d get the balls to ask you out on a proper date one day

he was such a simp for you gosh it was ugly

“you have to be more careful from now on,” you say to the boy

the brat suddenly looks innocent and katsuki wants to throw him

“sorry, mommy. i’ll be gooder”

the look on your face is priceless

bakugo uses it as a chance to kiss you

“huh?”

“i guess now’s a good time to tell you that i want to be your dick on demand but with feelings and shit, dumbass”

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yamagucji · 3 years

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Making Tadashi flustered

request. Can I have headcanons of Yamaguchi w a crush who teases him a lot? + yamaguchi’s crush being very interested in his freckles so they keep getting suuuuuper close and counting them. + yamaguchi having a very straightforward s/o who is constantly killing him by saying lovey dovey things without realizing it. - 3 diff anons

pairing. yamaguchi x gn!reader

note. mk anons, u wanna tease yams so bad huh?😼

yamaguchi during the crushing phase is much more shy and timid. so if you tease him, relentlessly, might i add, he will combust right then and there

he’ll notice you staring at his face for far too long, immediately thinking that there’s something wrong

“is there... something on my face?”

“no,” you mumble, inching closer and closer to him

you’re so close!! he can feel your breath fanning his cheek which only makes him even more blushy. if you keep staring at his cheeks like that he might just-

“your freckles are pretty, yamaguchi”

oh you’ve gone and broke him :’) he’s a stuttering mess, in between trying to say thank you and telling you they really aren’t that cute🥺

but that’s just the beginning

from that point forward he’ll catch you examining his freckles often, and whenever it’s just the two of you, you’ll trace patterns on his cheeks as if they were constellations

“y-y/n,” he glances over beside him to catch sight of you, “that tickles. what are you doing to my cheek?”

“i’m tracing them. don’t you think they remind you of the stars?”

the stars? 🥺

he’s definitely lost track of the notes he was just taking because of your little comment

you already make his heart flutter just by being with him, and now with all the affection and compliments he’s receiving??

you’re really trying to drive him insane huh?

PLEASE he has the fattest crush on you but every time you do these little things to him his self consciousness gets the worst of him :((

you would think teasing yamaguchi like this would give him a hint that you liked him back, but it’s making him a little conflicted

so one day, when the two of you are walking home together with the absence of tsukki (finally), you take the chance to tease him even more

“hm, should i give you a nickname?”

his walking falters a little bit. “a nickname?”

you nod, “yeah, like... yams, or yama, or...”

he feels you lean in close to his ear, “can i call you dashi?”

gkfjdjhdjfkdk

^^ yeah that’s exactly what’s happening to him both internally and externally

not only did you just call him by his first name, you also gave him a stupidly cute nickname >:(

he HAS to clear his throat a bit after combusting because he might’ve just lost himself for a few seconds

“i- i like it but...”

“but what?” you quip, looking at him with an almost puppy-dog expression

“ah-” he grumbles a little, “it’s just, you tease me like this a lot and i don’t like it- i mean i do but it’s not like you mean any of what you do...”

“what?”

you DID hear the second part of what he said but you just gotta have him say it again huh?😾 u lil tease

“i meant!” he looks away, defeated. “i like you, but i know you don’t like me back so it’s better if so stop teasing me...”

poor babie doesn’t think you like him back🥺

“what makes you think i dont like you back?”

huh?

out of all the times you’ve caught him off guard, he just has to do the biggest double take there

“y-you like me back??”

when you say yes the first time he immediately goes to ask, “are you sure? i- it’s not tsukki..?

pspsps give him a kiss on the cheek to confirm it for him but his legs might just w o b b l e

since then the two of you began dating :’)

he thought maybe the teasing’s over BUT it very much intensified now that the two of you were together

you more than often surprise the freckled boy by hugging him from the back and talking really close to his ear😳

“dashi... tadashi, did you miss me?”

fkdjsfkfj PLEASE GIVE HIM A MOMENT TO BREATHE

it doesn’t help when you tease him in front of tsukki because tsukki either snickers at him or just air barfs from all the lovey dovey romance

you: tadashi~

yamaguchi: 😳😖

tsukki: 🧍🏼😐🤢

but of course, over time yamaguchi gets used to your teasing— or at the very least, learns how to contain himself

so imagine when you get sidetracked from studying and busy yourself with his freckles; yamaguchi’s still writing notes so you can only see his side profile, the perfect view of his beauty marks

UNTIL!!! he turns to face you and pecks you on the lips, pulling away with a smile— no, a smirk

“...cute.”

AHHH BARK BARK GKFJJDJS

it’s your turn to get flustered now😳

little did you know it took every ounce of courage for him to pull such a stunt

but he’s definitely looking forward to teasing YOU again, just from the way he’s enjoying seeing you get flustered by him

#yamaguchi x reader #yamaguchi tadashi #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons

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ptersparkers · 4 years

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best friends

summary: john b. always seems to be the talk of the town when tourists party with pogues and kooks alike, but what he doesn’t know is that you’re as attracted to him as these female tourists.

warnings: implied smut and typos, probably.

a/n: uMMMM tell me why im highkey in love with this show. also, let me know what you think!! i love feedback. 🥺

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You had to admit. John B. looked good when he exposed his chest when he wore button downs. His attractiveness did not go unnoticed, however. Nearly every tourist who came to visit always had some sort of comment about him and it took nearly everything in you to shut them up.

Puberty hit John B. like a truck during your first year of high school. Maybe it was JB becoming more consciously aware of how he dressed and working out, or maybe it was you realizing you had the biggest crush on your next door neighbor and best friend of ten years.

What made it worse was how oblivious he was to everyone’s advances and obvious flirtation, including your own.

Currently, you were sitting with JJ on a sturdy branch away from the bustling crowd filled with mostly tourists. A few Kooks who didn’t seem to bother you and your friends kept to themselves and only interacted if they wanted more alcohol. People were chatting around multiple campfires and crowded around kegs to get more cups of beer, and you couldn’t help but scowl at the large crowd gathered around John B.

“If you stare at him long enough, maybe he’ll explode,” JJ teases. You scoffed and bumped his shoulder with your own. Your “brother from another mother,” as JJ often put it, loved teasing you about your not-so-obvious infatuation with the boy.

“Shut up, JJ,” you retorted. He looked at the crowd beyond him and laughed at the tourists who would be leaving within the next week or so.

“You might as well protect what’s yours,” he said with a wink.

“JB’s not my property,” you replied. “He’s a grown man. He’s capable of making his own decisions.”

“If you mean he’s capable of asking out other girls, you’re doing that to yourself.”

You looked at him. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” he said, “he’s smart, but not that smart. We’ve all noticed the hints you’ve been dropping but John B. hasn’t. Maybe it’s time for you to up your game and say something to him. All of us know he’s practically your boyfriend, for goodness sake.”

“Well what am I gonna do? Say, ‘Hey, we’ve been friends since we were five years old and I have the fattest crush you on you’?”

“Exactly,” JJ said, chugging the rest of his beer. “I’ll even stay sober for the rest of the night if you do it.”

You scoff. “You, sober during a party?”

“I’m that serious, Y/N.”

You look at him and he has a “no bullshit” expression. Not one to lose a challenge (and wanting to see if JJ will keep his word), you hop off of the branch and grab his cup from his hands.

John B. always played the role of bartender and you couldn’t help but wonder if he liked being in control of the alcohol flow or if it gave him a reason to stay sober. Whatever it was, it always seemed to attract a crowd of women who shamelessly checked him out while buzzed or drunk. He looked good — his skin was tan and glistening under the moonlight. He wore a snapback and a shirt that was, again, unbuttoned. But this time it was completely unbuttoned, leaving nothing to the imagination. You cursed and found yourself in that group of girls who were doing the same thing you were — drooling over the man behind the keg stand.

You awkwardly waited patiently as you watched a brunette laugh a little too loudly at JB’s joke. Upon seeing an empty spot after someone left after they had gotten their fill, you walked into the empty space. It was clear that the women around you had glazed eyes and were trying to make it seem like they were more worthy of John B’s attention than anyone else. Upon realizing this, you turned to JJ to see him give you a thumbs up, to which you just shrugged. You were not about to partake in making yourself seem better than other people if it meant embarrassing yourself when the night was over.

As you were about to step away and tell JJ you’d find some other time to tell John B. how you felt about him, a familiar voiced echoed through the crowd.

“Y/N!” John B. shouted. You turned around and saw his goofy smile plastered on his face. “C’mere.”

How could you say no?

“Hey,” you said coolly. “You’ve been busy.”

John B. looked at you with a smile and saw the cup in your hands.

“You drinking tonight?”

You shook your head. “Nah. JJ asked me to get another cup for him,” you said, lying.

“JJ and his beer,” said John B., shaking his head. “Maybe I won’t pour him another one this time.”

You laughed and watched as he gave the keg spout to someone beside him and step out of the crowd, which caused some people to groan in annoyance. You couldn’t help but laugh at the expressions of buzzed women who pouted when they saw John B. leaving his post.

“You stayin’ sober?” you asked, discarding the cup in the trash.

“Might as well,” he said. “I’m not in the mood to get wasted tonight.”

“Me either,” you said.

“You rarely drink,” he teased, fixing his cap. “But that’s not a bad thing.”

He maneuvered himself so that he’d be standing next to you and you glanced to your right, seeing his abs poke out of his shirt that being moved by the wind. You bit your lip and looked at his prominent jawline and saw that he was looking across at the ocean ahead of you.

“You look really good tonight,” you blurted out somewhat nonchalantly. John B’s attention snapped down to look at you and you had caught his gaze.

“Yeah?” he asked, licking his lips.

“Whatever you’re doing, keep doing it,” you said.

John B. put his arm around your shoulders and pulled you in for a side hug, his fingertips brushing the skin of your arm that sent goosebumps up and down your body.

“You look stunning,” he said, whispering in your ear. Maybe it was the chill of the wind or the fact that you had been up for a long time without a wink of sleep that made you feel more confident than usual. You didn’t need to be drunk to want John B’s arm around you.

“Prettiest girl on this entire beach.” You blushed and hid your face in his side.

“Shut up,” you mumbled. John B. laughed and pried you away from him so that he could move his hand from your shoulders to your waistline, his hand making its way up and down your side almost as if to convince you to stay next to him.

“I’m being serious, Y/N,” he said, looking down at you. “So pretty, baby.”

You knew your relationship with him was always somewhat flirtatious, but this was the first time either of you had taken it to the next level.

Not that either one of you minded.

You maneuvered your hand to rest on his lower abdomen and leaned your head on his shoulder, watching as tourists partied the night away and your friends make fools of each other while making fun of the people who would be leaving within a week. Nonchalantly, your fingers moved to caress the skin underneath and you felt his body tense underneath your touch.

“You okay?” you asked him, looking up at him.

“Perfectly fine,” he said, his jaw clenched. “Some party, huh?” You rolled your eyes at his lame attempt at small talk and moved yourself so that you were holding onto his hand and standing right in front of him.

“Before I decide to do anything else tonight,” you stated, looking at JJ who was behind John B., “I gotta ask. Do you enjoy this dance that we’re doing?”

John B. recalled the many conversations he’d have with JJ, Kie, and Pope about his obliviousness, and your question (along with everything else you had been doing that night) had confirmed you felt the same about him as he had about you.

“No, I don’t,” he said, intertwining your fingers together. He gave your hand a gentle squeeze and kissed the back of your hand. “The gang’s been telling me how oblivious I am to your flirting.”

“That’s true,” you said, tilting your head to the side. “We’ve been friends since we were five. What a cliche, huh?”

“Even if that’s true, to hell with the rule,” he said, referring to the “no pogue on pogue macking” rule all of you had created before you knew what relationships were really like and before two members felt the same about each other.

“And,” he said, pulling your body closer to his, “I really want to kiss you right now.”

“Then what’s stopping you from doing it?”

You didn’t need to ask him twice. John B. grinned before leaning forward to capture your lips in his and rest his hand on the small of your back, squeezing your hip and moving at a pace that seemed excruciatingly slow, almost as if he wanted to continue teasing you despite having confessed your feelings to one another. Classic JB, you thought.

But you weren’t having it. The tips of your fingers grazed his abdomen and John B’s mouth opened in surprise, letting out a quiet, deep moan that left you chuckling at how vulnerable he was, putty in your hands. He wouldn’t disagree.

His lips moved from yours to kiss your jawline and you watched as you caught the eyes of a few girls who had been following John B’s movements for the past hour as he served beer to anyone who wanted it. He seemed to notice your displacement and gazed at what you were looking at, only for him to wink at the group of girls that gathered before you and resumed his attention on your jawline.

“We’re in public,” you said, pushing him so that he would meet your gaze.

John B. laughed. “I was waiting for you,” he said. “I wanted to stay sober because I was going to find the right time to tell you how much I loved you.”

“Funny,” you said, tapping his chest. “I was doing the same. And JJ swore he’d stay sober for the rest of the night but I doubt that’s happening.” John B. turned around to see JJ hollering in your direction.

“Eh, I think this is the one time we can bet on,” he said, clasping his hands behind you. John B. had you in his arms and there was nowhere better.

“My girl,” he said, swaying you both back and forth.

“I think,” you began, “that we should leave this party early.”

He raised his eyebrow. “Oh, sweetheart? And why’s that?”

You laughed coyly and brought your hands to his chest, tracing random patterns and felt the way his body tended underneath you. All he could think about was how good you looked, how he didn’t have to wonder if you were going to reject him or not, and that his pants were growing tighter by the second.

“Well, I think your pants are getting tighter and one more minute on the beach means JJ gets an opportunity to make fun of you.” John B. looked down and mentally groaned at the thought of you noticing, but let out a literal groan when you pulled yourself against his body and snapped his waistband.

“Let’s get out of here, yeah? I can help you out with your problem,” you said with doe eyes.

“Oh yeah? And how are you gonna do that?”

You smirked.

“By letting you do whatever you want to me.”

#john b x reader #john b imagines #obx x reader #outer banks #obx imagines #chase stokes #chase stokes x reader #chase stokes imagines #my writing #DHFKJDHSFJ #idk where i was going with this #john b #best friends

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youarejesting · 3 years

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Mall Santa

[Full Masterlist]

Beta: @juniethebug Dedicated: To my Secret Santa @wishesunderthestars I hope you enjoy this. Rating: All Pairing: Namjoon x Reader x Jimin Genre: Soft boy Joon, Fluff, mistletoe kiss, cute baby bangtan visits Santa, Santa Joon, Elf Jimin. Words: 2.7k

Summary: Being a mall Santa was hard so each Santa had two assistant elves, checking the schedule Namjoon saw he was working with two of the kindest and cutest elves that all the Santas wished they were paired with Y/n and Jimin. He is scared of tripping over his boots, knocking off his wig and beard and confessing his huge crush on the two of you.

Namjoon grimaced, looking at the timesheet in the staff room. His name was written in that stupid lobster size twelve font beside the old Jolly man’s name. Yes, that’s right. Namjoon was going to be dressing as the man in red and he was nervous.

It was a big role and he was so clumsy he might accidentally say the wrong thing, or heaven forbid that he trips on those obnoxiously big boots. He had only experienced the joys of old saint Nick's character a grand total of three times and once it was for ten minutes as a baby vomited in his beard.

His finger ran along the timesheet to see who would be his elf assistants. Each Santa had two personal assistants to help them through the shift. To deal with overly curious children, impatient parents, or misguided teens who wished nothing more than to ruin the Christmas spirit for children.

Jimin. Well, as far as assistants go he was a kind young man and worked really hard. Among the Santa’s he was referred to as an angel, he knew whatever Santa needed sometimes before they knew themselves. Always fetching drinks to keep Santa hydrated and making sure they stayed at the perfect temperature. Not too hot or cold.

Y/n. Now she was a sight for sore and withered eyes, the enthusiastic young woman made the whole scene come to life. She would laugh and sing, encouraging the children and parents to join, the crowds were never awkward or unhappy when she was on shift.

It seemed like he was in good hands, and the shift was going to be great, he could just feel it. Unable to wipe the smile from his face, did he mention he had the biggest, fattest crush on both of you. Yeah, like he said today was going to be good.

“Hey, how are we feeling?” Jimin called dancing into the locker room, he was happily singing some indie music in his soft tones. Namjoon’s heart was a flutter. “We got a good crowd out there, who is working today?”

Before Namjoon could even muster the courage to open his mouth, Jimin was reading the board, “Ah, Namjoon-hyung, we are working together,” Jimin gave him that sweet eye smile and sauntered over.

“How are you, let me know if you need anything today, I don’t want you to get overheated, I know the heaters in this place coupled with the suit and beard are hell but I will try to keep you cool.”

“Thanks, I am just a little nervous, I have only been Santa a few times, and well, one of those times I was vomited on, and another time I accidentally used my satoori, and well it was almost a disaster.” Namjoon was dressed only in baggy red suit pants and slumped on the bench trying to calm his nerves.

“You will be fine,” Jimin smiled, taking Namjoon by the shoulders and lifted him to his feet. He removed Namjoon’s shirt and raised a perfect eyebrow in reaction to Namjoon’s broad chest. He then took the red jacket and helped Namjoon's arms into the sleeves.

Namjoon was in a daze at how the young man just took action helping him dress the part. Once dressed he sat watching Jimin dress using spirit gum to glue his elf ears to his own. His striped stockings drew more attention to his shapely legs.

“Are you ready to go?” Jimin asked, catching Namjoon staring and biting back a smirk. He packed up his locker and walked over taking Namjoon’s hand and wrapping it around his, leading him down the corridor.

Ahead of them was a female elf, the red striped stockings looked almost like candy cane swirls that disappeared tantalizingly under the green hem of the skirt.

It was Y/n. You were singing, making a dramatic spin the skirt lifting into a full circle of rippling fabric.

You were singing something soft and sweet, that Namjoon couldn’t quite recognize. Jimin however had no trouble joining in, his sweet voice matching with yours and it was like an angels choir.

Honestly, how could two of the purest humans bless his life today? He saw you turn and skip over the bells on your elf shoes jingling the whole way. Namjoon felt his body heat up as you got closer, your sparkly green eyeshadow but he thought it couldn’t compare to the twinkle in your eyes.

He saw the gold shimmer on your cheekbones mingling with the beautiful faint pink stain that drifted across your cheeks and nose. Namjoon thought you and Jimin were the cutest elves he had ever seen.

“Hello Namjoon, Hello Jimin,” you smiled, taking Namjoon’s other arm in yours. “Are we ready?”

After getting ready in the locker rooms you all arrived at the staff room dropping off your lunch boxes. “Wait, Y/n can you do my make up like that?”

“Sure sit down, Jimin,” you smiled sweetly and began making the young man over with a small compact case of makeup she would keep for after lunch.

Standing in front of Jimin one leg on either side of his thigh and holding his chin while you worked. “You look so cute,” Namjoon nodded not expecting you to notice “Namjoon doesn’t he look cute?”

“Yeah really cute, you both look like elves,” Namjoon’s heart ached for the two of you, in your costumes and makeup.

“There is a lineup of children but we don’t start for another ten minutes so I will get them singing and set up with the camera crew.” Y/n smiled softly nodding to the camera crew and leading the way.

“So how long have you liked her?” Jimin asked with a cheeky grin, “you can’t seem to take your eyes off of her,”

“It’s not like that,” Namjoon stuttered, unable to form words.

“Hey, cool off for a moment,” Jimin smiled, stepping out to help hype the children for Santa, letting Namjoon have a moment of solace.

The sweet voices of Jimin and Y/n mingled with the children in a chorus of jingle bells gave Namjoon at least a few verses of peace to calm his beating heart. He was unable to hold the smile when his two elf assistants called out for Santa to come see the children.

He walked out, waving to the children with a big smile and a deep ‘HOHOHO’ that made the children beam back. He took a seat in the large throne-like armchair and got comfortable as the children stepped in with their parents and he smiled for photos.

Within the first few families and children was a young boy and a baby with chubby cheeks, a stylish outfit and a cap, he was placed into Namjoon’s arms and he was quick to react as the young boy was tugging his beard down.

“Ah what a rambunctious little tyke what is his name?” Namjoon used his Santa Claus deep voice.

“His name is Min Yoongi, he is my little brother Santa, can you make sure to get him presents too, Mumma says he likes soft things,” the young boy smiled a gap-tooth grin looking down at his brother.

“Alright, I think I can find something,” Santa grinned at the young boy who scurried off.

Half an hour later saw a child dragging his parents by the hands and practically running through the gate and running full pelt into Namjoon’s lap. “Santa!”

“Careful, you don’t want to hurt Santa,” Jimin smiled as Y/n handed the young boy a small sweets bag making him grin.

“Hello, what is your name young man?” Namjoon looked at him amused. The boy took a breath practically shaking with anticipation.

“Hello, My name is Jeon Jungkook and I am seven and in second grade. This year for Christmas I wanted to ask for some Ninja gear, the real stuff with sharp edges. I am old enough to use them, I won’t hurt myself.”

“You are a big boy aren’t you, but not even adults start with the real things, maybe you could practice with the safe stuff and every year you can get closer to the real stuff.” He smiled but Jungkook was pouting.

“Every Ninja must first learn how to fight without weapons, you could learn taekwondo,” Jimin smiled doing a flip and some kicks, that made the child gasp, “Ninja’s know how to move quietly unseen you have a lot to practice.”

“Santa, I want to learn to fight,” the parents hummed curiously whispering to one another about signing him up for classes and Namjoon gave a soft ‘HOHOHO’ belly laugh that made the boy giggle.

“Santa will see what he can do,” He waved the boy off and soon it was time for lunch, Namjoon took off his beard and jacket in the staff room and listened to the two of you talking. He enjoyed watching the two of you giggle and tell funny stories about your weekends and plans for Christmas.

The three of you seemed to all be alone over Christmas and Jimin opened an invitation over the table that anyone could join him for dinner. You agreed enthusiastically asking Namjoon if he was able to join and he gave a noncommittal answer saying he would have to check.

He definitely didn’t have to check to know that he wasn’t busy, it was more about whether he could stand having a cute dinner with the two of you and not combust. The camera crew headed out first ready to set up for a new onslaught of children.

It didn’t take long to get back in the groove when Jimin called next opening the gate, two adults stepped in and a tiny figure stepped in. He was wearing a dark green Christmas sweater and he was nervously playing with the hem.

He must have been about eight and he looked like he wanted to cry, Y/n knelt on the ground sitting on her heels and looked at the young boy speaking softly. The two spoke for a while quietly about something Namjoon couldn’t hear, but he watched the little boy accept the small pouch of lollies and she stood up taking his hand and walking over.

“Hello Santa,” His voice was soft and breathy, “the pretty elf said you get nervous around lots of people. That's why you have a fence and give people sweets so they like you.”

“I do get nervous, I sometimes trip and I think people might laugh at me,” Namjoon explained and patted the seat beside him, “what is your name?”

“Kim Seokjin, sir,” Seokjin sat his ankles resting on the edge of the couch where Namjoon’s knees bent. The boy was polite and small for his age and yet appeared even smaller by personality. “You can make wishes come true right?”

“I can try, what can I help you with?” Jimin and Y/n were looking endearingly at the two and talking with the parents as some photos were taken.

“Can you help me make friends?” Seokjin whispered sadly, the declaration seemed to shock all the adults in the area. Namjoon blinked confused and then gave a chuckle.

“My dear boy, am I not your friend?” Namjoon teased “Santa is friends with everyone and that includes you, and his elves are your friends too”

“What about friends my age that I can play with at school?” He smiled, “I want to see them every day.”

“Well, That’s up to you, the key to finding a best friend is being yourself. There is always someone who would want to be your friend. Santa likes to laugh so he always says funny jokes to make friends. Do you know any funny jokes?”

Seokjin nodded eagerly, sitting up and looking at Santa, “What do you get when you cross a sheep with a kangaroo?”

“What do you get?” Namjoon ran his hand over his fake curly beard and gave a small smile.

“A wooly jumper!” Seokjin smiled, Namjoon gave a deep ‘HOHOHO’ laugh and patted the boy on the head, it seemed the boy was more confident and smiling brightly, capturing the perfect photo.

“Bye Santa,” He waved to Namjoon who waved back with a gloved hand.

Not all experiences with children are easy. Namjoon was smiling as gently as he could at a young boy who was hiding behind his mother’s leg. Jimin and Y/n were both crouched down talking to the boy and giggling while playing with him. His name was Hoseok and he had let a few nervous tears slip when Namjoon wiggled his fingers in a playful wave.

Eventually, Hoseok sat beside Namjoon but the tears started pouring and the photo would be one they remembered for years.

The line diminished and the final hour was almost up, everyone was packing up when they heard a tiny voice shouting. “Wait, Santa!” Namjoon turned and looked at the small boy running, his long fringe had been pulled into a fountain on his head with a Christmas scrunchie.

“Wait, I have a wish!” He frowned and Namjoon walked over to the gate and opened it for the boy, smiling down he held out his hand and walked him to the seat.

“What is your name son?” Namjoon asked while Jimin looked around for his parents. Y/n found a small pouch of sweets tied with a ribbon, from the leftover box and handed it to the little boy.

“My name is Kim Taehyung and I wanted to wish for something Santa,” He said before cupping Namjoon’s ear and whispering, “I want to wish for a puppy, the fluffy one at the pound, his name is Yeontan and he doesn’t have a home Santa.”

“Hmm, A puppy is a lot of work,” Namjoon saw his mother arrive looking relieved that he was okay and apologizing to them. Namjoon also saw his father who had similar features sneak up with a carry case with a fluffy something inside. “Santa doesn’t give out puppies to anyone, you would have to feed him and water him and love him every day. Do you think you could do it?”

“I can. I can. I promise,” He cheered, they placed the dog carrier inside the fence and Jimin opened it letting the dog step out and scooping it up.

“Close your eyes and wish really hard, okay?” Namjoon smiled, as the boy closed his eyes and Jimin handed him the puppy, which he held out letting it lick the boy's face. The boy startled eyes opening to see the fluffy puppy. “Merry Christmas, Taehyung”

“Thank you Santa, Thank you so much,” He giggled and ran over to his parents, the dog running circles around his feet. The group got up to leave once more when the boy gasped. Turning back he saw them pointing under the arch. “You are all under the mistletoe, you have to kiss!”

Jimin and Y/n leaned and placed a peck on Namjoon’s cheeks making him blush underneath his fake beard and glasses. The three of you scurried off to the locker rooms and Namjoon placed the things in the laundry basket to be cleaned for the next Santa. You and Jimin had changed as well into your regular clothes and the three of you grinned awkwardly in the hallway.

“I guess we will see each other at Jimin’s for Christmas dinner?” You said but it came out more as a question. Walking ahead Namjoon watched the two of you leaving talking about what to bring and your plans for the afternoon and Namjoon frowned. It was Christmas and he thought now was as good a time as any to tell you both.

“I am in love with you both?” Namjoon said the words echoing louder than he planned and the two of you turned, making him shrink at the thought of rejection. “I just wanted to be honest, I am in love with both of you.”

“That’s funny, I am in love with you both as well,” Y/n giggled her body falling against Jimin’s who was giggling back and nodding, before toppling over onto his butt.

“Same,” He wiped his eyes, “Why did you think I invited you to have Christmas at my place.”

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yedamismymom · 4 years

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Hey could you do some headcanons or au or whatever for the boys as high school students please? and thank u! ♡( ◡‿◡ )

*this has not been proof read so i apologise in advance for any mistakes

Treasure as High School Students

Choi Hyunsuk

Senior. He’s popular. Friendly, cool and kind. Will talk to anyone who starts a conversation with him. He’s got a group of friends who he’s always hanging out with. Has an amazing instagram feed. Different shoes and different bracelets everyday. Drums his pencil against his desk while he looks out the window. Pretty chill and laidback. Just him leaning against his locker, sucking on his lollipop. Looks really sophisticated but isn’t. Isn’t really into relationships so he respectfully rejects whoever confesses to him. Average grades but manages to do his homework on time. Can make anything and everything look cool.

Jihoon

Senior. He’s popular too. A complete savage. News of his disses spread around the school like wildfire. Not a day goes by when he doesn’t brutally roast someone. Be it a student or teacher, no one’s safe from him. Always has his sleeves rolled up and flexes his muscles a lot. Likes to show off his strength because he worked so hard for it. Super extroverted but his closest friend is Junkyu. A lot of girls secretly have a crush on him because he’s cute but no one has the heart to confess to him in the fear that he’ll make fun of them. That’s why his locker’s always overflowing on valentine’s day. He’s confident and witty.

Yoshi

Senior. He’s the student that teachers always talk about because they want other kids to learn how to behave from him. Very respectful, not just of his teachers but also of other students. He’s not very popular, but people know who he is. He’s a part of the student council. A quiet boy who doesn’t really speak to someone he isn’t familiar with. Except for when he’s with his friends. Then he’s almost unrecognisable. He really neat and organised. But he has average grades. Seems kind of cold on the outside. Actually has a girl friend who everyone ships him with. But it’s useless because he’s already in a fix with a girl from his neighbourhood.

Junkyu

Senior. Jihoon’s best friend. That’s how everyone knows him. The only person who can diss Jihoon. So he’s very well known for it. Doesn’t readily talk to girls, even if they’re in his class. Posts singing covers on his instagram. But he doesn’t participate in any musical events at school. Is constantly embarrassing himself. Unexpectedly good at math. Had the biggest fattest crush on a girl in the next grade and even though she’s graduated now, he’s probably still not over her. So many freshman girls like him. A very energetic and optimistic person.

Mashiho

Junior. He’s short and everyone teases him for his height. But he doesn’t care and just goes along with it. Because why not? He’s always jumping on the staircase. Like he’s constantly making huge leaps down the stairs. Turns the class into his own parkour arena. Eats in class. Always has candy on him. All in all just a big foodie. He can dance. Like dance dance. So the girls are always asking him to show them some moves. Possibly has a crush on the girl who he sits next to but it’s hard to tell because he’s either always jumping, dancing or eating. Posts dance covers on his instagram.

Yoon Jaehyuk

Junior. Popular. The school’s heart throb. Every girl has had a crush on him at least once. He’s a charming dork. Is actually very immature. Has a loud laugh. Never does his homework on time and is always asking for someone to let him copy theirs. A lot of college kids follow him on instagram. College girls are constantly in his dms. He gets bullied by the guys in his grade because he’s mister ‘steal your girl’. He isn’t the brightest academically, but he has a lot of potential. Isn’t really friends with anyone in his class. But he maintains friendships well. He’s a sweet guy.

Asahi

Junior. He’s not that popular because he barely speaks to anyone. If you’re not a friend of his then you can get at least two words out of him before the end of the year. He’s an artist. He’s also very smart. Gets good grades even though he doodles in class. Literally pays attention to nothing. Rarely smiles. Super chic. He’s handsome and he knows it. He’s in the art club and 100% has a crush on the part time art teacher. Because she’s mature and that’s what he likes. He may be quiet but if anyone messes with him he can make them cry. Posts pictures of his artwork on his instagram.

Bang Yedam

Sophomore. He’s popular. A friendly guy who’s nice to everyone. Always helps the freshmen kids. He’s they guy everyone’s dying to be. Participates in every single extracurricular event. He’s always singing. The music teacher loves him. He’s like a son to her. He has good handwriting. Walks around like he’s in a k-drama, but it suits him. His instagram is just as cool as him. Is actually very innocent. He’s literally a baby. Feels so bad about rejecting his suitors. So he buys them snacks to compensate. Is bound to have a k-drama love story soon. Attractive and dreamy. Also maintains friendships well.

Doyoung

Sophomore. Rich Kid. Thinks he’s the shit. Is always showing off his expensive belongings. But he’s not a dick. He’s the kid that senior girls think is handsome. And they’re right. Only the girls in his class and grade don’t have feelings for him. It’s because he’s just too uninterested in girls. Kind of a prick to them. But only when they’re trying to get his attention. He’s always completing his homework in class. Is absent frequently because he’s probably travelling abroad. Has big dreams. Is actually class president because he has surprisingly good leadership qualities. Sophisticated but you can’t hate him for it.

Haruto

Freshman. Super popular. It only took a week for the whole school to know his name. Heart throb number 2. Looks mean and intimidating but in reality he’s just a nice guy. Doesn’t really talk to anyone except for his friends. Doesn’t have an instagram. Does have snapchat though. Actually prioritises his school work and makes sure to study well even if he isn’t the smartest. Is always talking about his little sister. Ignores girls and will only talk to them if it has something to do with studies. Runs out of his class as soon as the bell rings to go hang out with his friends. He’s nice but not that approachable.

Park Jeongwoo

Freshman. Class clown. He’s literally Jihoon’s son. Jihoon idolises this kid. That’s why he’s popular among the seniors. Hangs out with them a lot. Lunch is his favorite time of the day. Steals snacks from Mashiho. Looks up to Yedam and wants to be like him. Pretends he’s a public figure on his instagram. Wears slippers to school. Goes to the principal frequently. Annoys Haruto. Thinks that every single girl has a crush on him. Runs. He doesn’t know how to walk. Because he’s always running. Sings ballads in the class while standing on his desk. Get’s bullied and feels really bad about it. He is an absolute angel who just wants to be loved by everyone.

So Junghwan

Freshman. He’s a quiet boy. Doesn’t really speak up in class. Get’s babied by the senior girls. So a lot of boys are jealous of him. But he’s innocent so he doesn’t really know what’s going on. Secretly very loud and fun. Like you should have seen him on the field trip. He’s an athlete. Very humble. Will lend you his stationary, no questions asked. Has a hard time balancing sports with studies and needs to be tutored. Listens well to others and is a nice person to have in the class. Is very comfortable with his class and bonds with them well. Is Hyunsuk’s baby and really likes him a lot.

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rinnepegger · 2 years

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for the matchup event! Obey me please💕

Fave music genre: i listen to all kinds but spotify wrapped tells me my #1 is pop rock

Childhood memory:

When i was about 8 our class had a sleepover at school. The best part was a game of “whole school hide and seek” which is pretty self explanatory- we were allowed to hide absolutely anywhere in the school. I had the biggest fattest juiciest crush on one of the boys and we hid together for most of the rounds. For one round we hid in the staff room under a table in the back corner that was covered by a cloth so we were completely hidden. There was loads of junk under that table and we sat facing each other holding hands to balance (highlight of my little 8 year old life). Anyway we ended up confessing that we had lil crushes on each other as we were sat there and he asked if we could kiss. Little me was like HELL YES SIR and we leaned in..... and at that very moment a spider dropped down between us. i freaked out and ended up whacking the spider onto his face and i dived out from under that table so fast because i H A T E spiders. One of the kids who was now a seeker also walked into the staff room at that moment and saw me on the floor panicking and i got caught in the game of hide and seek on top of being cockblocked by a spider🥲

i’m a dog person (but i like cats too).

General qualities of someone I’d like: hard working, passionate about what they do, someone i can have intelligent conversations with but also act really stupid with, supportive. Honestly I like someone a little hard to get, i like the chase (that’s my toxic trait lmao).

I attended a Christian Co-Ed primary school if that counts?

I sleep with 3 pillows - 2 under my head and hugging the other one. I roll about in my sleep tho so the third one always ends up on the floor :)

Thank you🥰

YAYY thanks for participating in the event!!#!+!# I cannot believe your 8yesrold self MISSED THE OPPORTUNITY TO KIISS HUM????? HRLLO???? But whatever I bet now you're hyperfixated on dating games because you missed out on all the action LOL but here's your matchup!

I match you with... (🥁 🥁 🥁 🥁)

Solomon!!#!!

Yes! Solomon! The immortal unhinged somewhat absolutely insane man!

Solomon doesn't necessarily have a life goal since he's immortal, but that's besides the point; he loves what he does and will do anything to drag you into his mess.

He loves teaching you about alchemy and potions, and won't hesitate to offer his help whenever it seems like you need it.

On the other hand, I'm very much confident that he can have conversations as stupid as possible; at times he can get absolutely insane and borderline unhinged, but hey! That adds to his charm right?

He's entirely open to listening about you and your current interests, and is more than willing to indulge you in anything you'd like

If he's only able to spend a tiny fraction of his life with you, he's gonna make it count and do his best to ensure that both of you are at your absolute happiest when together !

He's into sporadic, last minute dates, but he does enjoy the occasional fancy restaurant visits. Maybe consider pissing Lucifer off? Sounds pretty fun to me ngl.

Solomon is into physical affection, always having an arm wrapped around your waist; occasionally hugging you from behind when you least expect it as well. However if you appear to be uncomfortable, he'd be more than willing to discuss your boundaries.

Prior to dating, he won't lie when he says that he noticed that you may have a tinyyy crush on him. He might act oblivious and hard to get, occasionally putting you two in a compromising position.

He likes drawing out exciting reactions from you, or anyone in general. He's a tease, especially to you when he found that he had a growing crush on you. However, he'll leave how the relationship unfolds up to you. He doesn't plan on confessing before you; what's so bad about toying with you for just a while more?

#obey me x reader #obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me headcanons

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needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves · 3 years

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If you're going headcanons, have any for Armada Demolisher? -💝 Anon

YOU PICKED MY FAVORITE BOY IN THAT SERIES-

Demolisher cleans up after everyone. Every spill, every broken wall- you name it, he cleans it. All without being asked, because he’s just the sweetest boy.

If Megatron doesn’t insult him for one day, Demolisher cries, because clearly that means he loves him.

Demolisher’s best friend is Blackout. Both have VERY different political views, but Demolisher respects the hell out of the little minicon, so they’re pretty much glued to one another.

Demolisher can and will cry at any emotional scene in any movie. You say ‘Marley and Me’, and Demolisher will just flood the room with his tears.

Demolisher likes his hand being held. Seriously, hold his hand without him asking you to, and he just. Melts.

He has the biggest, FATTEST crush on First Aid (I made a fic on this actually, case you want the smutty link). It’s pretty fuckin obvious.

Demolisher fucking loves popcorn. Holy hell does he love popcorn. Buttered, caramel, kettle, salted, even plain. Just let him make it, please. Also yes, he totally loves those fancy ass popcorn fuckers, you know the ones.

Demolisher cares SO much. If his teammate gets a boo boo, he’s ON that. He has such a love for his teammate, let me tell you, everyone is like his family. He will even hear you rant about your day, and just offer you some snacks after.

The ONLY con you can trust with a baby. He will love them until he does, and babies are just comforted by that fat rack of his.

He’s a little bitch for a romance story. Tbh if you tell him you have a wife and kids or some shit, he can’t kill you, even if Megatron said to.

This is all the sfw stuff I have on him, but point is, sweet baby boy who I’d die for.

#asks #demolisher #blackout

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timextoxhajima · 4 years

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Member: lee jaehyun aka hyunjae from tbz cause i feel like there are too many jaehyuns around now ;_; my heart can’t take too many perfect men of the same name

Genre: COLLEGE... CRUSH? idk this is probably gonna be my most crack piece (you can already tell by the track)

Word Count: 4.3k

A/N: I wrote this at like 1.30am so please bear with me lol my inspiration always come in the middle of the night because it’s so quiet and conducive

this will be a one shot cause i’ve got no fucking clue how to make it into a series/short novel without an actual conflict/angst/drama involved :”) if you’re a writer and you see this and you want to make a 2nd part or something, BE MY GUEST

lee hyun jae.

who was he to me?

oh, i don’t know.

just the prettiest but handsomest man alive. if that’s even a word.

he’s always surrounded by like, eleven other boys who are also good-looking and talented in some way or another.

god must’ve invested his entire life into crafting these fine, fine specimens of men to be placed on earth.

maybe there was a mix up somewhere and they were supposed to be angels or demi-gods and god just fucked up.

but i’ve got no complaints.

i’m satisfied that i get to feast my eyes on such a gorgeous, rare, one-of-a-kind version of a person i’m sure exists nowhere else in the world.

he’s known for being one of the most caring ones of the group. he’d make his friends laugh but watch out for them at the same time. he’s so easygoing, i wonder if he’d smile at me if i tripped him over or something.

you might think i’m exaggerating.

well,

i’m not.

so who am i to him?

sadly, nobody.

harsh truth.

there was absolutely nothing wrong with the man. there was a lack of flaw, and that was literally the only flaw he had. if it could even be considered as a flaw. i could spend my seconds, minutes, hours, days, just staring at him. it was so unfair that there is NOTHING WRONG WITH HIM.

sometimes it pisses me off.

it kind of pisses me off that he doesn’t have a girlfriend despite half the school simping over him.

i mean, who wouldn’t? just look at him.

there have been rumors flying about that he was gay or something.

doesn’t matter if he is gay though.

it simply hurts to know he’s not dating anybody.

it’ll be such a waste if such a man ends up living a life alone. a waste indeed.

so what was it that was stopping me from putting that destiny of his to a screeching stop?

well, there was just one problem.

“hELLO, earth to y/n?” the sudden waving in your face with the heaviest textbook in your curriculum snaps you back into reality.

“which one of the twelve are you thinking up some magical fantasy over now?” your best friend frowns at you, the vein on her arm popping from the weight of the fat textbook.

“ah-- it doesn’t matter who i’m daydreaming about, let me have my moment, would you?” you lean back in your seat, disgruntled at her telling you what not to do with your own imagination. sometimes it was difficult to look at her without seeing all the little hints of lee hyunjae in her.

they had the same nose, but that was it. honestly, it was a miracle you just happened to make friends with one of the prettiest girls in school, and good for you, she ended up becoming your friend and stayed in that position for more than a decade. naturally, she was upgraded to the ‘best friend’ title.

the biggest issue you had with lee hee jae was that she hated her brother getting so much attention, and she has always condemned him about it.

which was pretty ironic, given the number of love letters that show up in her locker everyday.

but thanks to her cold, a-little-more-than-mean superficial personality, most guys don’t have enough of a pair to talk to her in person. sure, she won’t hesitate to stab a bitch, but you knew her well enough to know that if the love of her life, son young jae, were to suddenly sprout feelings for her and confess, she might just nose bleed and pass out.

but does she know you have had the biggest, fattest crush on her older brother?

no.

she’d kidnap you and torture you and brainwash you to unlike him.

maybe that’s why he hasn’t got any girlfriends.

“you’re zoning out again,” she snaps her finger in your ear and the sharp click jumps you. you bare your teeth in annoyance and feign a hit towards her, but she doesn’t flinch.

your little high school crush on her brother wasn’t getting any weaker as the years went by. in fact, it’s been getting stronger. now that you’ve seen the way he treats his friends, how kind and considerate he was, not to mention that body-- well--

let’s just say you went from just appreciating his face, to everything in general. it was only a matter of time before she finds out that the one man you were simping over out of the eleven boys was her brother.

of the eleven boys, it just had to be her brother.

“hee jae,” you pull out a pencil and start to randomly doodle in your notebook. “haven’t you ever considered talking to eric?”

she shoots you a death glare, but you’re used to it.

“i thought we agreed not to speak of this in school!” she leans into you and hisses, eyes piercing right through your head. if her eyes had lazers, your head would’ve been blasted off completely after years of her angry glaring.

“no, but eric just seems so... chill, y’know? he’s either cleaning his table and packing his stuff or outside playing baseball, there’s literally nothing stopping you from talking to him.”

she rolls her eyes and snatches your pencil away from you in a bid to piss you off so you’d stop talking.

“give it back--” you snatch the stationery from her and hiss at her like a cat. “you’re literally in the damn baseball team with him. it’s not that difficult to make up a story and start a conversation with him.”

“ha,” she’s finally mastered the art of fake laughter. “easy for you to say. you simp for all eleven of them and can’t choose one for you to worry about it like i do.”

that was fun to hear.

“well, forget eric,” she waves it off. “are we doing anything after school?”

anything but going to your house. i don’t want to be stuck under the same roof as your brother, my heart would get a seizure and i’ll probably die on the spot.

“my mom’s making crepes today, and i know you love that shit,” hee jae snickers, pulling out a baseball from her bag and throwing it into the air and catching it.

“aw, man... not the crepes,” you pout and side eye her, leaning back into your seat.

“why are you so uptight about going to my place? you’ve been there a billion fucking times, you literally live there now.”

that’s cause i’m only over when your brother isn’t around!

“ugh, okay fine. but i gotta dash home first to grab some homework. i left some of it at home ‘cause i wasn’t expecting an invitation today.”

she squeals, showing you a part of her that nobody else has the privilege of seeing. “sick,” she gets out of the seat she dragged to yours and brings it back to where she took it from. “call my home number and tell me you’re on your way before you leave your house!”

you nod un-enthusiastically, waving her off before she leaves the classroom and returns to hers.

you were finally back at home, showered and changed into comfortable clothes while you shoved all your homework into your bag. you leave your parents a text to tell them that you’d spend the afternoon and evening at heejae’s so they don’t have to worry about your dinner, then you dial her home number.

the phone was on it’s eighth ring, and you were already one foot out of the door. usually, it doesn’t take her that long to pick up the phone.

“this little bitch invites me over and doesn’t pick up the damn--”

“hello?”

your grip tightens around your phone and you stumble out of your house, the door swinging shut behind jumps you and you process the voice on the other end of the line.

“uh--”

“is this y/n?”

“uh... yeah, this is she.”

he knows me?

shut up, of course he knows you. you’ve been friends with his sister for a decade!

“oh, okay, cool. heejae’s in the toilet right now and she said she’ll get it but i couldn’t stand the sound of the phone ringing.”

“ah...” your voice trails off, unsure of how to respond. you were just preoccupied with how soothing his voice was, and just imagining his face with the phone to his ear on the other line was just so--

“hello? y/n? you there?”

“yeah, yeah, sorry i was... crossing a road.” you weren’t even moving; you were just planted into the pavement like a tree.

“actually, why don’t i go and pick you up? your place is on the way to the shopping mall and my mom just told me to go get some groceries, do you want to tag along? we can head back to my place afterwards and you can get the crepes you like.”

where in the world was he getting all this information from?

“uh--” you stammer into the receiver for the billionth time. he must think you have some kind of speech problem by now.

“you know what? just hang tight for a few minutes. heejae’s still in the bathroom so she doesn’t get a say in what i do if i decide it without her presence,” you hear him walk around on the house and call out for his mom to tell her he was leaving for the shopping mall. “you live on 31st avenue, right? the white house with the blue roof?”

“uH--” you really need to get a grip on yourself.

“i guessed. hang tight, i’ll be there in a sec! see you!”

hyunjae doesn’t bother to wait for you to hang up before he does. the line goes dead and the beep nearly deafens you, but you couldn’t believe your ears. you were about to be in the same vehicle as lee hyun jae. one of the most popular boys in school, the handsomest man alive, the love of your li--

whoa.

too fast.

you shake the nonsensical daydreams out of your head and walk back to the steps of your door. while waiting, you can’t help but to let the quiet crush on him run your mind recklessly.

what if he was just messing with you and he’s just chilling at home? what if he knows that you have a crush on him and he’s just having fun? what if he thinks you’re weird for hanging out with his sister? what if he’s caught you staring and he thinks you’re a creep? oh my god, what if heejae’s told him embarrassing stories about you and now he’s going to poke fun at you with that?

you stare blankly at the little weeds in the cracks of the pavement, the thoughts in your head running wild as you slowly convince yourself he’s not going to turn up.

but the familiar silver family car rolls up at the end of the pavement, and the windows roll down to reveal hyunjae in sunglasses wearing a simple white tee-shirt.

“did i keep you waiting?” he pushes down his sunglasses and looks at you over the rim, one arm dangling outside the window.

you shake your head, suddenly losing all ability to speak.

“alrighty then, get in. we’re heading for the shopping mall.” he nods his head towards the car, retracting his arm back into the vehicle.

your heart was thumping so aggressively and so loudly you were sure he could hear it. hell, he could probably see it.

“how’s school? i haven’t seen you around back in my house after... what, about five years? you were always around when i was out, if i didn’t know better, i’d think you were avoiding me,” his voice was so alluring, you had to constantly remind yourself that he was actually saying something.

“uh-- well....”

come on, say something. anything.

“i guess god just doesn’t want us to meet.”

no, it’s because you were avoiding him. what the flying fuck was that?

he laughs heartily, his teeth catching the light of the afternoon sun and glistens in your vision. “if that’s the case then god really needs to give me a break.”

your little-crush-on-him morphs into a tiny character in your head and it starts yelling at you. did he just say what you think he just said?

“no, i mean,” he glances at you, hands still on the steering wheel once he notices you’ve gone eerily silent. “i would’ve spoken to you and tried to be actual friends with you sooner, but heejae never wants me talking to her friends. you can imagine how she is with her best friend.”

you sigh heavily, the mention of your best friends’ name loosening some knots in your stomach. “lee hee jae is just something. not sure what, but something.”

“it does baffle me to think about how you put up with her for what, nine years now?”

you were looking out the window, and the idea of being in the same car as hyunjae doesn’t seem as tormenting as it seemed once you realise the best support you’ve had for the last ten years was lee hee jae.

“eleven, actually,” you say without looking at him, eyes zeroing on a couple walking a dog on the pavement by the road. “yeah i guess she can be a handful sometimes, especially with how cold and mean she is on the outside...”

the car stops at a traffic junction.

“but put her in front of one guy and she’ll pass the fu--”

“‘one guy’?” he interrupts.

your eyes widen and you suck your lips between your teeth, wincing a little to yourself when you realise what you just said.

“lee hee jae has a crush on someone?” you hear him scoff and a brotherly chuckle rushes out his lips. “do you know who it is?”

you were about to protest and stop him from trying to dig the information that you nearly disclosed, but he interrupts you again.

“y’know what? don’t tell me. i’ll guess. i’ll just watch your reactions while i’m at it.”

you grit your teeth and tighten your temples. you don’t realise how sweaty your palms were until your phone slides out from underneath your skin when the car starts to move.

“is it kevin? no wait-- doesn’t feel like it.”

is he going to just start talking on his own until he finds someone he thinks suits her and then look at my face to read my expression?

“i don’t think she’s the kind to go for someone older than me or my age. so that takes sangyeon, jacob, younghoon-- is it younghoon? no, it’s not... ah, no matter how i think about it, someone nearer your age pops up. haknyeon, sunwoo, eric. it’s one of the three.”

that wasn’t so hard. hee jae must be easy for her brother to read.

“are you really going to let me play this elimination game alone?” he raises a brow and turns the wheel, driving into the car park of the shopping mall. the little gesture causes your heart to involuntarily skip a beat, and you could see his eyes folding even behind the sunglasses when he turns his head.

“your sister would kill me if she knew i even started this conversation, so i’m just refraining from deepening my grave.”

you hear him laugh through his nose. “relax, i’m not going to tell her you said this. i’ve seen the way she looks at us whenever we’re in school. she gives me a look of disgust but she always reserves a blush on her cheeks for someone. i just can’t put my finger on who it is.”

“you mean you notice the way she looks at you and your friends? that’s a little weird.”

the car starts to reverse into a parking lot and he pulls the gears into parking mode. there was a short silence in the air as he lays his finger on the start up button of the car and he turns to look at you, now without the sunglasses to block your view of his eyes.

“you’d be surprised that i notice a lot of things.”

he flashes you a smile and reaches for the door on his side, pushing himself out as if he didn’t just expose both you and your best friend.

you were just tailing hyunjae while he told you what was on the grocery list, and you start filling the basket. he doesn’t stop guessing though, but the entire time spent with him only made you feel like he was so comfortable to be around.

besides his pretty face, of course.

you were waiting for him to pay for the items while you stood outside when heejae’s caller ID showed up on your phone screen.

“where the hell are you?”

“hello to you too,” you roll your eyes. “your brother said he was going to get me and now we’re shopping for groceries before we return to your place. didn’t your mom tell you?”

“what? no, she didn’t. she just told me he went out to get groceries.”

“huh?” you look over your shoulder to see hyunjae paying the cashier. “are you saying that your mom lied about me?”

“now, why would she do that?”

“she’s your mom, not mine. why don’t you ask her instead?”

hyunjae picks up the grocery bags and walks towards you, looking into them and making sure he didn’t miss out anything.

“this is so fucking weird. where’s hyunjae? pass the phone to him,”

“we’re done, let’s go.” hyunjae stops by your side, noticing that you were on the phone.

“don’t you dare hang up on me, pass the phone to him!” hee jae screams into the receiver. you wince and pull it away from your ear, shooting hyunjae a look of slight confusion as you hand him the phone.

“it’s your sister.”

he sighs and places the bags on the floor, wiping his hands on his pants before taking it.

you could hear hee jae screaming at him on the other end, but hyunjae’s face doesn’t change one bit besides that sweet smile plastered to his lips while he let his sister berate him. hyunjae got bored extremely quickly, and he was already removing the phone from his ear while he repeated the word ‘bye’ into the receiver.

he hands the phone back to you and hangs it up for you, picking up the bags and heading back to the car.

by the time you reach the road right outside their house, heejae was standing on the porch, anxiously tapping her foot on the wooden boards.

“oh, no,” he groans, looking out the window and observing heejae like she was a lion in the savannah. “well, just another day for us people who have to deal with miss lee.”

he says so coyly, pushing himself out of the car and going to open the door of the backseat. you help yourself out, and heejae storms toward you, fists balled by her side and steam coming out through her ears.

you thought she was going to scream at you for accepting a ride from hyunjae, but she dodges you and opens the backseat door opposite hyunjae to yell at him in the car.

“what made you think it was a great idea to pick her up? didn’t we have a deal that both our friends were out of bounds to each other?”

wait what--

“yah, lee hyunjae!” she yells at the top of her voice as he ignores her, pulling out of the car and walking towards the house. “we had a deeeeeaaaaaaal!”

you grab onto heejae and turn her around, trying to peel her attention away from her brother and to you so you could get a grasp on what she just said.

“did you just say what i think you just said?!” you blink in surprise at her, and the thought of hyunjae finding an excuse just to spend time with you melts you into a puddle of hopeless goop.

“no,” she says with a stern face, lifting a finger and pointing at you in the face. “no.”

“well--” she yanks herself out of your grip and turns to the house. “what’s so bad about dating your siblings’ friends? you like eric.”

she literally screeches to a stop and turns around with eyes that were burning. honestly, it was pretty funny to see her so riled up, knowing that she wasn’t angry at you. she was angry with hyunjae for... whatever he did, and the fact that she just had to fall for someone in hyunjae’s circle of friends. it was a slap in her face, or whoever thought about the no-dating-siblings’-friends pact.

“is that why you don’t want to talk to eric? because of this... deal?” you raise a brow, entertained, completely forgetting that there was the slightest chance that hyunjae might’ve been looking for an excuse to hang out with you, and he had just succeeded.

she had no words, but her silence was enough to let you unpack the situation.

“ah... i see,” you fold your arms across your chest and smirk at her. then you remember you were standing right outside lee hyunjae’s house. this was your chance to dig the information out from her. “so if this deal is stopping you from talking to eric, then is it safe to assume that it’s similar for hyunjae?”

you could see her bottom lip quivering upon your question, as she realises that you’ve finally found out why she was keeping a distance from her own teammate. but her silence also pushes you further into confusion. does that mean--

“look, you can’t date hyunjae, okay? i forbid it. the last time a girl dated someone in that group of friends of his, they broke up because she got bullied by other girls in school. i told hyunjae he wasn’t allowed to date any of my friends so i wouldn’t need to beat the fuck out of any bullies and get myself expelled,” she huffed and hugged her torso. “and i made him agree to that deal by promising him that neither i nor any of my friends would date his.”

you shake your head, fingers pressing into your temples and hair while you let the story unfold from her narration.

“my mom didn’t tell me about him going to get you because... well... he--”

“i like you!”

your heart stops and you think your blood stopped flowing through you as well. heejae’s head snaps back to look at the house and the source of noise, and she pulls out a shoe to hurl it at hyunjae.

“ah--!” he starts yelling once she reaches him with the shoe. “let me at least try, god damn it! sunwoo only let his girlfriend get bullied because he’s a dumbass-- ow! but i’m not gonna let her get bullied, i promise!”

you slowly turn your head to see hyunjae trying to dodge every hit, and he starts running away from her and toward you. he pulls you in front of him so you were standing between him and heejae, who was holding onto the shoe so tightly, her knuckles were turning white.

“y/n, take a chance with me, would you? i’ve always noticed the both of you looking at us but it always bothered me that i have no idea who either of you are looking at--”

he dodges a side swing, and your view of heejae trying to reach him was pretty hilarious, if you weren’t acting as his shield.

“what makes you think she’ll say yes?! she can’t even choose--”

“i do, heejae,” finally, you’ve decided to shoot your shot. heejae freezes with the shoe in mid-air, and hyunjae’s hold on your shoulders tighten. “i’ve only said i can’t choose only because i didn’t want you to know that it was your brother i liked.”

you couldn’t believe what was coming out of your mouth. all that effort to keep it hidden only to expose yourself infront of both heejae and her brother at once?!

she looked like she wanted to slap you with the shoe now, and you flinch when she shifts, closing your eyes to brace for impact.

but it doesn’t come.

you open one eye and look at her, and she looked like she’s completely resigned to fate. she shakes her head like your mother would when you did something stupid, and she squats to get her shoe back on her feet.

“i give up,” she grunts, shoving her feet into her shoe and tying the laces messily before standing up again. “of all eleven of them, him?” she raises an agitated brow and points to the boy hiding behind you.

“it wouldn’t have been so annoying if it had been one of his friends, but him?!”

you turn back to look at hyunjae, who was giving you puppy eyes as if he was already your boyf--

too fast.

“does it look like i chose to like him?” you pout, hands reaching out to her and trying to play for affection.

“for fucks’ sake,” she groans, face palming herself. “now i’m going to look like a shitty friend and sister if i don’t let you two date.”

“on the bright side..” you pull her into a hug and tighten your hold, knowing that whatever you were going to say next was going to warrant another violent outburst from her. “if hyunjae and i date, that means the deal’s broken and...”

“you can talk to eric now.”

“AH! SO IT’S ERIC?!”

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