#ive been trying to change her face but she's stuck with me like this

[arideya]

Gina  ❤️ ❤️ ❤️

#mass effect #ME1 #commander shepard #femshep #mele #Mass Effect Legendary Edition #OC Gina Shepard #my love #ive been trying to change her face but she's stuck with me like this #aaaaa #i love her so much #even her large jaw #ME1 prim and proper soldier girl

[thestarsarebrightertonight]

i can fix him (no really i can) // mattheo riddle x fem reader

playlist : i can fix him (no really i can) - taylor swift

summary : mattheo riddle is cold as ice , he always has been , so who are you to think you can fix him?

gryffindor reader , friends with golden trio , makes a bet , fluff , harry x reader platonic , swearing , honestly cringe but wtv

masterlist tppd series masterlist another mattheo fic!

you sat in the great hall staring ahead of you at a certain brown haired boy , eating his food silently surrounded by his chatty friends he didnt seem to pay any mind to. mattheo riddle. he had always intriuged you , you werent sure your curiousity was requited but you knew you liked him. a lot.

"you best not be looking at him again y/n" hermione sighed , sat opposite to you and in front of the slytherin table.

"hermione , ive liked him since first year are we still seriously asking this question every day." you pulled your eyes away from him , and looked at the girl with a teasing smile , knowing you were guilty of staring.

"gosh you really need to get over it , i mean what about dean he seems to really like you?" you both turned your heads to look at hermiones suggested replacement for mattheo , who was currently trying to turn his pumkin juice into water just with his eyes.

you scoffed and turned back to hermione , who looked defeated , "im sure the conversation would be great."

hermione ingorned your sarcasm and continued to argue , "mattheo isnt a good guy we both know this,"

"i can fix him," you winked at her teasingly as she scoffed , containing a laugh.

"arent you just our brave little bob the builder," harry joked , you and hermione being completely startled by his and rons prescence next to you both , eventhough theyd been there the whole time.

you laughed at him , attempting to defend your claim, "no really i can! ill fix him so hard that he gets mistaken for golden boy cedric!"

"this is starting to sound oddly sexua-" ron stated blandly before hermione slapped his arm , making him stop talking abruptly and clutch it.

"i dont believe you," hermione stated simply as you smirked at her.

"end of the week and he'll like me back or atleast talk to me," you stuck your hand out as she hesitated before shaking it muttering a disapproving , 'deal'.

looking at her smugly you let your eyes quickly wander to mattheo , only to see him staring right at you. this caused you to gasp and turn you whole body to face harry next to you , who looked at you in confusion.

holding a hand to harrys ear and whispering , "is he still staring at me" timidly.

harry looked , only to see a very threatening mattheo riddle stare back at him like he started the wizarding war.

"oh merlin no not at you , hes looking at me , not in a .... very nice way," harry whispered back as you refused to turn , nervous by your crush of years staring in your direction.

grabbing harrys arm with your two hands and shaking it with a small cry of terror harry turned back to you, "hes so hot even when he looks like he wants to kill you! id let him as long as he never changed that gorgeous face"

"wow great to know you value my life," harry muttered sarcastically as you laughed at him before slowly turning bcak to face hermione , avoiding looking in mattheos direction.

"well hermione its great to do business with you," you smiled at her as she grimaced at you.

"he is a person you know," she said sternly.

"i know , thats the problem! hes good looking hes smart AND hes a good person!" you sighed.

"well i dont know about one of those things-" ron started in disinterested grumble.

"thats why im doing this hermione! hes so perfect that a little bet is the motivation i need to actually talk to him!" you ranted to her.

she just looked back a you blankly , nodding along to what you said , too bored to argue back.

"anyways , did anyone do their herbology homework?" hermione asked all three of us.

ron let out a defeated sigh , "how many times hermione , not all of us have that little time turning watch thing , we cant do herbology because its at the same time as history of magic!"

"well , ronald , i apolagise that i forgot!...." hermiones arguing back faded into the background as your sudden realisation that you had just made an impossible bet sunk in.

no one can melt mattheo riddle , it is literally impossible.

what have you gotten yourself into.

-----

maybe it is possible! oh the Gods of luck had blessed you today.

Dumbledore just announced the triwizard tournament and from your oh so knowledgable friend hermione , you knew that a ball was involved in the triwizard tournament. maybe the fact harrys name came out the goblet wasnt so good but you had a plan! now this may seem ridiculous , the ball isnt until christmas! but...throughout the term youre doing practices , the first one on friday! two days from now!

and your great plan was to dance with mattheo in this practice, gain his interest , ask him to hogsmeade over the weekend and then BOOM , hes in love!! all by the end of the week!

as you recited your plan to your three friends they looked back at you , horrified.

"right and... you expect mattheo riddle to fall in love with you , in three days?" ron asked in pure confusion.

"well yeah thats what i just said," you said with a shrug.

"y/n you're really not that charismatic i dont think youve ever flirted with anyeone nevermind asked a boy to hogsmeade," hermione said , almost with sympathy for your pure delusion.

"you guys are cruel i think i can ..... i cant do it." you dropped your act of confidence.

your shoulder slouched as you lost all hopes of catching the boy of your dreams , the plan drifting into the forgotten corner of your mind.

the trio watched you lose all happiness and life and let out sighs , harry deciding to speak up , "y/n i think your plan could work. i mean your flirting will be ... raw and.... new". he spoke with uncertainty as he tried to speak in a way that was reassuring , eventhough he didnt believe a word he said.

"really?" you said with hope , looking up at him.

"sure!" he smiled .

"let me practice on you harry!" as you turned to him with an excited smile drowning out his words of declining your request.

you looked at him with your prettiest smile , shuffling closer than before and playing with your hair , "hey boy , want me to be your chosen one?"

you winked at him as he blushed a deep red and looked anywhere but at you.

ron laughed loudly at harrys panic , "that really made you flustered?!, fucking hell!"

ron howled with laughter as harry rubbed his neck , until you turned to ron with the same flirtatious smile , "i really like your hair , i heard gingers are rare - wanna be my one in a million?"

ron paused his laughter and looked at you with horror , "there is literally like 5 other gingers in this room right now-"

"and out of all of them , i chose you" you winked at him as he was left speechless.

"yeah shes kinda good," ron laughed.

"all i can say is good luck, " hermione stated as you smiled in victory.

meanwhile an extremely angered mattheo riddle stood up from the slytherin table and stormed out the hall , having seen your whole encouter with harry.

----

the next thing you knew , you were sat on a bench with all of your year group present , boys on one side , girls on the other. you clenched your shaking hands onto the bench on either side of you , staring directly forward and avoiding mattheo who was stood a few metres away from where you stared.

"you were so confident a few days ago why are you shaking?" hermione asked teasingly.

you snapped your head towards her with a hard glare , "im in no mood for teasing mione im gonna throw up."

she sighed , "just ask him to dance its not that bad y/n dont worry!"

"and if he says no?" you asked in panic.

"then he says no and you lose the bet , " she smiled.

"its...its not really about the bet mione i really like him , if he rejects me i dont think ill recover." you look down at your lap as your leg bounces.

"oh give over! theres about 5 people i can see right now , staring at you , itching to dance with you," she nodded her head in the direction of a group of ravenclaws staring at you as you cringed internally , "and... ha it looks like mattheos seen them too!" she teasingly whsipered in a sing-song voice.

you gave her a confused look before turning to see mattheo , who was actually throwing a deathly glare at the boys who were staring at you.

"theyre probably looking at you mione," you sulked as she went to argue back , interrupted by Mcgonagall walking into the room.

"silence!" she started as you drowned out her words for the next 5 minutes , only tuning back in when she made ron dance with her , laughing hysterically at him.

after a few minutes of rons awkward dancing she urged everyone to join in , everyone hesitated and stayed seated until - to everyones -suprise mattheo was the first person to walk forward with a confident stride to our side of the room , coming straight towards......you?!!

you made eye contact with him and held a hopeful smile until daphne stood infront of him, blocking your view of him and stopping him in his tracks . he tried to get past her until she whispered something to him , making him stop and put his hand on her waist , beginning to dance as everyone else seemed to do the same.

but you remained in your seat , motified by the sight of the boy you liked dancing with one of the prettiest girls in your year , right infront of you.

hermione rested her hand on your shoulder sympathetically before being dragged away by a guy shes friends with in ravenclaw.

you sat in silence until a hand came into your view , held out to you. following up the arm the hand was attached to you finally reached harrys smiling face.

"he sucks anyway , dance with me instead?" he smiled as you allow you sadness to fade slightly , nodding and grabbing harrys hand allowing yourself to be pulled into the middle of the floor , about two metres from where mattheo and daphne danced.

"thanks harry," you said softly as you rested your arms around his neck , his hands resting on your waist.

"no worries, theres no other girl id rather dance with in this room."

"asides from cho chang but ill let you have it because she isnt technically in the room," as you laughed at his flustered face.

"hows ron after dancing with-" you started.

"oh hes horrified , dont worry ill make sure to bring that up for the rest of his life. im sure fred and george will too when i tell them," you both laughed together , letting yourself feel the meloncholia leave.

"i-" you began before being cut off by a sudden presence stood next to you and harry.

turning to look at who had created the shadow inbetween you , you were just as horrified as ron was to see mattheo stood there looking at you.

"can we dance?" he said sternly , not sparing a single glance at harry who had let go of your waist.

"but you were dancing with daphne-"

"i just danced with her whilst draco mustered up the courage to ask her himself , she didnt want to have no one to dance with. i wanted to dance with you." he said with zero hesitation , only breaking eye contact to glance at your arms still behind harrys neck , making you drop them quickly.

"s-...sure" he didnt wait to grab your hand and bring you towards him , resting his hands on your hips and shoving harry out the way with his side.

you felt the blood rush up to your cheeks , hesitantly bringing your arms around his neck and swaying to the music with him , falling into step with everyone else.

he pulled you in closer , his expression becoming softer as harry was gone and it was just you.

"why did you want to dance with me?" you asked so softly it was almost a whisper , a low exchange between two unknowingly requited lovers.

"why wouldnt i?" he paused , a so small - it was almost not visible -smile gracing his lips , "youre interesting."

"how so?" you laughed.

he laughed too before replying , "i dont know im..drawn to you. i have been since first year , i guess i just never acted on it till now."

"why?..."

he paused , "well you like potter dont you? and i dont know if you realise this but every guy here wants to be with you , theyre just too scared and i guess i was too."

you looked at him with pure confusion , "i dont not like harry , hes my best friend!"

he laughed , "well considering you left him to dance with me i think i know that now."

you smiled up at him , admiring every feature you hadnt seen before from your distant pining. from his deep brown eyes to how perfect his curls layed on his head , the small scar across his eyebrow and the so faint freckles that you can only see them at this close proximity.

"i think youre interesting too," he smiled at your words as you left the first sign of your requited feelings , "i dont know you well but ive always liked you. at first it was just because youre hot - but now its much more! youre cold to everyone but i can tell youre probably really nice, and youre so passionate during quidditch matches , and youre so smart which is really suprising considering you only show up to the lessons we share- oh. oh!" you rambled as you realised how obvious his signs were this whole time.

he laughed at you a very light pink painting itself across his cheeks , "yeah , oh."

you looked down sheepishly until his soft voice caught your attention again, "well i guess a trip to hogsmeade has been due for quite a while then?"

you grinned at him nodding your head in excitement , "definetly!"

as you and mattheo continued to sway and talk about everything you could think of - harry , ron and hermione stood in the corner of the room.

"fuck off she actually did it!!" ron said in pure suprise.

"ive never seen mattheo riddle smile before," harry commented before turning to a happy hermione , "you owe her five chocolate bars."

#harry potter x reader #harry potter #hp fanfic #hp fandom #hp #x reader #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo x reader #riddle #mattheo x you #slytherin #slytherin boys #harry #harry potter imagine #harry potter characters as taylor swift albums #ron weasley #hermione granger #taylor swift #i can fix him (no #ttpd #imagine #x y/n #theodore nott #theodore nott x reader #lorenzo berkshire x reader #draco #draco malfoy x reader

[targaryenluvs]

VICTORS SPOILS

pairings: dark!finnick odair x fem!capitol!reader

warnings: obsession, following/stalking, creepy behaviour, naive/younger reader, age gap, (reader is 19 and finnick's around 25), non-con touching and kissing, manipulation, bj mentions/insinuations, sex mentions, prostitution mentions, finnick lowkey preying on you - descriptions of brown reader (i was self indulgent since i’m indian 😁) condescending/nit picking mother and pushy parents!

summary: a victor should be celebrated! a victor should get what ever they wish, even if it’s a sweet capitol girl who misplaced her kindness in someone who was in desperate need of reprieve and distraction.

a/n: ITS MY BIRTHDAY!!! HERES A GIFT FROM ME TO YOU ❤️GUESS WHO MADE HER OWN LITTLE HEADER GAHH!! i tried my bestttt - ive been away for a littleeee!! sorry babes <33 it was like 3am and i cooked this up in my head before opening my brewing pot (notes app) and jotting it down - NOT PROOFREAD

the hall was so loud.

they always were at capitol parties. your mother and father always dragged you along, stating that a young lady should be getting out, meeting people, friends, becoming well versed and established in the capitol. and that they wouldn’t always be here. “you need to learn to be alone, fend for yourself and stand your ground. how are you gonna do that if you’re always trying to keep to yourself dear?” your mother sweetly smiled as she looked over you, “i think you still have time to change that dress, not the most flattering sweetie.”

you scoffed as she walked away ever so elegantly. you looked over yourself in the mirror, the green dress was gorgeous, to you at least. but the blue dress your mother had chosen was breath-taking, as much as you hated to agree with her opinion. so you bit your tongue and put the chosen dress on.

mother knows best right?

the sun was setting with an especially beautiful array of colours to which you figured no one would really notice you were gone if they were all focused on something else. there was probably a screen upstairs which you could watch something on. a few things to eat and drink then you’d head up there.

finnick was glancing over to you the whole night. you’d worn blue, and he’d taken it as an ode to him. you hadn’t looked over at him yet but your leaving of the party seemed like an invitation to him to finally introduce himself.

as you settled down on the plush couch you felt all your tensions melt away. but finnick wouldn’t leave you alone for long. “i’m sorry i didn’t know this was occupied.” finnick looked sad and you had no clue why, so being as nice as you are had you opening the room in invitation to him. “no, no! i just wanted to get away from the party. you’re welcome to sit with me finnick.” it felt odd to you for some reason, calling him by his name as if he was a friend. you’d only ever seen him through screens and from afar yet he looked as amazing as always.

“are you sure?” you nodded and smiled, moving down the couch to make room for him. he sat down, respectful of your space. he looked drained and you felt the same way. “tired of the party?” you asked as he smiled and nodded, “a lot of people asking a lot of questions.” you spoke, “everyone has something to say or ask. my dad told me he got three men asking for my hand. we haven’t even been here for two hours. it’s like being in a room with vultures. and if i do accept i’ll just be, nothing. someone stuck to the side of some ugly guy who just wants a pretty face.” you didn’t know what it was about him but you felt as if you could tell him anything.

and he sat, and listened. nodding his head and adding it where appropriate. it felt, nice. having someone actually listen to what you said rather than just asking what you were wearing. he was nothing like what you expected. you’d heard the whispers. that he was a playboy, he was with and had been with multiple women and men over the years. and that he liked it, the gifts, the people, the uhm, other aspects.

“but you, i’m sure you have people to meet, scope out.” you wanted to curl up and die as soon as the words left your mouth. “no! oh my god, i do not mean it like that. you- i- you should not feel ashamed of what you like. i am so sorry- i didn’t mean to imply-” god would you stop droning on? finnick pressed his lips into a thin line, “hey it’s okay. you’re fine. in all honestly, i know everyone has mis-conceptions of me.” you took his place in attentive listening as he explained the truth.

the threats, the people pawing at him, him being sold from fourteen.

you were crying. it all sounded unbelievable and unbearable for someone to go through at such a young age, his life was ruined all because he was pretty, desirable. no child should even have to think of such things let alone experience them. and rather than you comforting him, he was sitting with his arms around you. he was too good to be true.

“i- no i’m so sorry that happened to you finnick. i had no clue, no one does. you are such an amazing person, from the little time i’ve known you. you don’t deserve any of this. how could you get away from this? we could- we could expose snow we could-” finnick cut you off with teary eyes, “there’s nothing we can do. trust me, if there was i would have tried. but i think, if i got married perhaps. i’d have a reason to stay away from the captiol. we’d live in district four, in peace.”

the idea was pretty decent, you’d give him that. and you couldn’t help your heart running a little faster at the prospect of potentially marrying him. you were already fast friends, at least you’d marry a friend? even if he potentially loved someone else or you loved another.

“what if- if you married me?”

he’d hoped you’d say that.

“you’d do that for me? seriously?” finnick faked shock as you nodded, “we’re friends, i’d much rather marry you than anyone else here to be honest. we could be happy.” you smiled as he wiped away his last tear. “y/n, that’s an amazing idea.”

your wedding was marvellous.

your parents pushed out buck after buck, no expense spared for their little girl. as if they actually cared for you. your wedding dress was white and pristine, courtesy of snow. your brown hair in curls and your brown skin glistening. but you added blue accents for finnick, or you thought you did. it’s not like he pushed for you to wear the things he bought by incessantly reminding the makeup artists and helpers that you were marrying the finnick odair, his wife deserved nothing but the best.

you stood infront of a friend, smiling, happy to be marrying a kind soul.

he stood in front of the object of his affection, his desire and love.

in the first few weeks you were undeniably happy, finnick was as sweet as ever and respected you. it was your best outcome. but overtime you seemed to notice changes in his behaviour. when you’d want to go out into town for dinner he’d always have an excuse up his sleeve.

“there’s roadworks towards your favourite restaurant honey. maybe another time?”

“apparently they’re all booked out, maybe in a few weeks time?”

“wouldn’t you rather have a home-cooked meal? i made your favourite sweetheart.”

it began to annoy after the sixth time. “it can’t always be busy can it? we use to go all the time, and it’s not like they’d refuse you finnick. what’s going on?”

“i give you everything you could ever want. why the hell do you want to go out so much? am i not enough? are you- are you seeing someone?” finnick slumped in his seat.

your eyes widened as you rushed over to him, settling on your knees as your hands were placed on his thighs, “finnick how could you say such a thing? i would never do that to you. i swear there’s nothing going on, i just, i’m bored. i’d like to go out with you, explore your district with you, meet new people with you.” finnicks eyes burnt into yours. this is certainly not how he first wanted to see you on your knees, but at least you were whining.

“yeah? you like me? you promise there’s nothing going on?” you nodded dumbly, “yes yes! nothing i promise.” finnick looked down at your hands in his lap, “how do i know you’re not lying?” your hands were on his knees as you straightened your back, coming closer to his eye level, “i promise finnick. you are my husband, i’m with you. i’ll do anything to prove it to you.”

finnick was fighting off every muscle in his cheeks to not start grinning whilst the sad look on his face was breaking your heart, “yeah? anything?” oh this was going to be good. your cheeks were flushed as you heard the words come of out his mouth, “undo my belt sweetheart, show me how much you mean it.” wavering hands hovered over his belt buckle as finnick relaxed into his seat, it couldn’t get better than this right?

wrong.

every time you asked to go out, to meet a friend, to go to the capitol he’d always sulk. and the night would end with you on your knees, him on his to make you forget, or the two of you tangled in sheets.

finnick was finally happy, he had the girl of his dreams after such a long period of sadness, of exploitation and terror. fake smiles and lingering eyes.

he finally got something out of the games.

and his gift?

the victors spoils.

#dark!finnick odair x reader #dark!finnick odair x fem!reader #finnick odair x you #finnick x reader #finnick odair x reader #finnick imagine #finnick odair x fem!reader #hunger games x reader

[chaosisalwayscrying]

NIGHTMARE

⇥ synopsis : you have a nightmare and chris is there to help.

⇥ warnings : hospital setting, needles, ivs, throwing up, panic attack, fluff is mixed in there too dw

⇥ extra : this is based off my big ass fear of hospitals and needles 😝 i hope you guys like it cause i do!! also requests are open, please send them in 🫶🏻

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   your day had been amazing so far, you had gone shopping with the boys, filmed with them, watched some movies, and now you were getting changed in your boyfriends bathroom to go cuddle with him all night.

   you walked out of the bathroom yawning and rubbing your eyes, earning a chuckle and kiss on the cheek from chris before he went back to picking up clothes from the floor.

   "tired ma?" he asked, now looking over his shoulder at you. you hum in reply as you drape yourself over his back, ready to get in bed and sleep, but not wanting to do so without chris.

   "you don't have to put our clothes in the hamper now, lets just go to bed, m' tired" you mumble, a big yawn following your words.

   chris lets out a small laugh before turning around and picking you up, your legs immediately wrapping around him and your head lays on his shoulder as he talks. "i know you're tired ma, sorry for keeping you up" he said, rubbing the underside of your thighs with his thumb before he moves to set you in bed.

   he immediately climbs in after setting you down, beginning to get tired himself. by the time chris settles into bed and finds a  comfortable way to hold you, you’re barely awake enough to mumble a goodnight.

—————

suddenly, bright lights are in your face. you look around slowly, nurses and doctors bustle about around you. an uneasy feeling settles in your stomach, the medical setting making your anxiety spike.

“chris?” you call, hoping your boyfriend is around somewhere to help you. when he doesn’t show up, you begin to panic a little.

out of the blue, a doctor comes towards you, pulling you into an exam room. her mouth is moving but you can’t tell what she’s saying. suddenly more doctors and nurses are flooding the room, some holding you down as others prep syringes right in front of your face.

you begin to squirm, trying to get as far away from them as possible. panic curls in your stomach as you thrash around, calling for chris in hopes that he can help you.

as the people with syringes get close and grab both your arms, you frantically call for chris, desperately trying to get out of their grasp.

“chris- please help, chrissy please” you sob, still trying to get away as the needles poke your skin, injecting some form of liquid into your body.

“-by? what’s wrong? hey, ma, wake up” a voice calls, you can’t tell if it’s one of the people in front of you or from far away. regardless, you thrash some more, the needles being removed but several ivs being placed instead.

“c’mon ma, wake up. it’s ok” the voice calls again, you still can’t tell who it is, which only made you panic more.

“back up, get away, don’t touch me!” you say, in your dream it sounds like a scream, but in reality you’re barely talking above a whisper.

at this point, chris is in panic mode himself. he can’t wake you up from an obvious nightmare, and even if he could he doesn’t want to scare you more. he opts for trying one more time, this time instead of shaking you gently he’s going to be rougher, but not too rough.

as he’s shaking you and calling your name, you jolt awake. you immediately run your hands over your arms and legs, searching for ivs and needles stuck in your skin. you’re dry heaving at this point as tears stream down your face, unable to control them.

“hey ma, you’re ok. i’m here, you’re safe” chris says, taking your hand and placing it on his clavicle, letting you feel the rise and fall of his chest and his heartbeat.

“chris, it was so scary” you sob, practically curling in on yourself, trying to make the gross feeling left over from your nightmare to go away.

“i know baby, wanna talk about it?” he asks, voice soft. you’re obviously still frightened, looking around nervously as your chest heaves from your subsiding panic.

“i- i was in a hospital, and all these doctors and nurses had needles and they poked me and then put ivs all over my arms and- and-” you say, your panic. rising as you recall your nightmare. chris hums, pressing your hand further onto his chest so you can feel his breathing and heartbeat still.

“you’re not at the hospital ma, you’re at home, in our bed, nick and matt are upstairs, there’s no one here but us. you’re not going to the hospital anytime soon, it’s ok baby” he says, reaching his free hand up to wipe the tears continuing to stream down your face.

“chris-” you’re barely able to get the words out before all your heavy breathing and anxiety caused saliva to pool in your mouth. you’re out of the bed in an instant, stumbling blindly towards the bathroom before you drop down in front of the toilet and throw up your dinner.

chris is at your side in an instant, having done this before. he hold your hair gently and places kisses on your temple. once your done, he gives you a towel to wipe your mouth with and helps you brush your teeth.

“lets get you back to bed baby” he mumbles, picking you up and carrying you back to bed.

by the time you and chris were back in bed, your panic attack had faded and you were beyond ready to just crash. you felt bad for waking chris up due to your nightmare, but he had been nothing but helpful every time you had one.

“sorry for wakin’ you up chrissy” you mumble, rubbing your eyes tiredly as he carries you back to bed.

“don’t be sorry ma, it’s not your fault you had a nightmare. i’m here for you always, you know that” he says, setting you down and climbing in bed himself. he pulls you into his arms, pressing kisses in your hair and on your forehead until you let out a small giggle.

“now go back to sleep ma, you’re safe here. i promise.”

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #sturniolos #matt sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo #christopher owen sturniolo #chris sturniolo fluff #chris x reader

[madeintheniamh]

vocal rest.

stmf one shot #20.

for #20 i wanted something short(ish) and sweet. and we all know harry is a pain in the arse when he's unwell (in the best way possible), and this doesn't change when he becomes a daddy xx also can't believe we are already at chapter 20. this is madness. thank you all for the support and love <3

You found Harry huddled up on the sofa, swamped in blankets, a solemn expression on his face as his eyes were beginning to flutter closed. His green pools of light widened as you entered the room, a cup of soup in hand, and he began to smile slightly, although the corner of his lips were still downturned. He hadn’t been happy at all when the Doctor had told him he needed to go on vocal rest- in fact, he had actually become rather annoyed, particularly when you had forced him to sit downstairs and stuck an old rom-com in the DVD player for him to watch. He licked his lips slightly as he surveyed what was in your hands, holding out his hands as though in prayer.

“I made you your favourite, Mr Styles,” You chuckled, swiping his brown locks which were falling into his eyes from his forehead, before planting your lips there. “Carrot soup, just the way you like it,”

“T-t-thank you,” He tried to mutter, as you pressed your index finger to his lips.

“Hey, no talking, Mister,” You scolded playfully. “Doctor’s orders,”

He sighed, before blowing on the spoon and putting it in his mouth slowly, staring deep into your eyes as he did.

“You like it?” You smiled, and he nodded in response. You heard a scurry of muffled giggles in the room next-door. “I think you might have some visitors, too,”

You had told the girls to be careful with him, because he wasn’t feeling too well, and needed to rest his voice before his next show. But naturally, as six and four year olds, they weren’t very good at listening, and were dying to see Harry. They nearly knocked you over and trampled on top of you as you opened the door, rushing towards the centre of the living room to see him.

“Remember girls, Daddy’s throat still isn’t feeling well!” You warned them again, but there was no chance that they were listening, Harry beginning to scoop both of them into his arms. “Careful!”

“Daddy, I missed you, I missed you, I missed you,” Lottie giggled, ruffling his hair with her tiny hand. Harry smiled back at her, pulling her closer to pepper a kiss to her cheek. Tilly seemed much more concerned about her Dad, and was surveying the situation around her, taking note of the bandage that had been taped to his hand where an IV full of vitamins had been a couple of hours before, and feeling the warmth of his chest with her fingers. She looked up at him again, her eyes beginning to turn glossy.

“You okay baby?” Harry mouthed, trying to avoid forming the words with his throat.

“Daddy,” She sniffed, pressing her cheek up to his. “You look poorly, Daddy,”

“I’m fine, baby,” Harry whispered hoarsely, swiping a tear that had dribbled down her cheek away.

“Daddy’s voice is just tired, from where he has been singing, dolly,” You smiled at her, as her tiny frame shook slightly. “He’ll be better soon,”

“I don’t want Daddy to be poorly,” She began to cry, as Harry pulled her into his chest. Harry kissed her forehead, before pressing his lips to her ear.

“I love you,” He breathed sharply, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, as you watched the slow rise and fall of his chest, Tilly beginning to become relaxed by the repetitive movement of his hand stroking the side of her cheek, the same way that he always did when she was tiny.

When Harry hadn’t been looking, Lottie had snuck up behind him.

“Boo!” She giggled, as Harry gasped slightly and put his hands up in mock horror. “I got you, Daddy!”

Harry pressed his lips together before nodding and sticking his tongue out at her.

“You got me, baby,” he mouthed, laughing slightly.

“I can talk for you, Daddy,” She cackled, running out of the room to fetch Anne from the kitchen, who had been staying over in one of the spare bedrooms to help you watch the girls when Harry wasn’t feeling up to it. “Nanny, Harry wants a cup of tea!”

“Harry!” You and Anne both cackled, as Anne rushed into the living room with an energetic Lottie tugging at her arm, looking smug with herself for using her Daddy’s proper name. Harry stared at her in disbelief, mouth wide open, lips twisted upwards in a smile.

“Who taught you that, Lottie Anne!” You gasped.

“That’s Daddy’s real name,” She giggled, as she walked back over to Harry and pressed her lips to his nose. “Harry,”

“I’m Daddy to you!” He mouthed.

“Harry!” She giggled, jumping up and down on top of his thighs. “Harry!”

“You know she’s going to call you that for ages now, don’t you?” Anne chuckled, but Harry couldn’t argue, as he wrestled Lottie towards him and attacked her with a round of tickles.

“Daddy!” She flailed around in his arms, bursting into a roar of laughter. “Daddy! Stop!”

“Mmmmhmm,” he concluded after he had finally tired her out, finally setting her down beside him, Tilly now fast asleep in his other arm. You watched all three of them for a while, as Harry and Lottie’s green eyes finally drooped closed. You never quite understood how you had been so blessed.

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I ALSO DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW I HAVE BEEN SO BLESSED. chapter 20 everyone! thank you for all the support on this series i can't believe it has been 5 months already. i began this series in february when i was trying to process the fact that i was about to drop out of uni. so much has changed in that time and this series has grown with me and will only grown further. thank you to the bestie becca as always for helping me come up with these concepts and listening to me spout thoughts and ideas. lottie and tilly have grown into proper people over the last few months and i hope you're as excited as i am to continue to watch them grow. love you all and...

as always if you enjoyed this one shot i have linked the masterlist for the whole series here! i love writing using your prompts so please feel free to submit any ideas to my inbox. have a great week everyone ALL THE LOVE <3333

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[bunnyyamor]

daddy kink

[ OCTOBER 27TH ] TOJI FUSHIGURO x fem! reader (step-dad au)

synopsis; you had wanted to trick or treat with your whole family but your mom was busy on halloween night. so instead you were stuck trick or treating with your step dad. wk; 3k

warnings; mdni, smut 18+, heavy smut, dark content, daddy kink, pseudo-incest, age gaps, pet-names, public sex, unprotected sex, fingering, enemies-to-lovers, jealous! toji, over protective! toji, dirty talk, beta read!

notes; so i changed the layout a wee bit, but this is by far my fav fic i think ive written. idk its my style aesthetic and i love her lol. also toji is one of my favs cuz he is so fine so enjoy bbys. pls remember to unhide mature posts in tumblr settings and comment, like and reblog!

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“so i’m thinking we’ll hit up the neighbors house, then maybe go egg some houses.” your mother raised her brow with a glare. “then we can come back home and eat all our candy while watching spoooooky movies,” you moved your fingers in a scary way. “that’s the plan. so what are you going to wear this year?”

“actually, honey. i’m not going.”

“what?” your mouth widened in shock. you were looking forward to this day for a whole year. “but you had your whole outfit picked out and everything.”

your mother rolled her eyes, annoyed, “i know. look, it’s not like i chose to not go. they have me wanting to come in for another shift.”

you were texting on your phone, pissed. “then tell them no. literally i got this day off for this, so can you.”

“it’s not that simple. i don’t know why you can’t do anything on your own?  i already told you i tried, enough, what do you want from me?”

“you never hang out with me anymore,” you pouted. “it’s always work or that man.”

your mother snapped at your face, “watch yourself. that is your step-father.”

“he is nothing to me,” you crossed your arms. “he is just a dude you’ve been with for a while that stays at our house.”

“i want you to respect him, y/n. he is a good man.”

footsteps boomed down the stairs. there he was. the man that was with your mother for almost 2 years now. toji fushiguro. it looked as if he had just come out of the shower. he was wearing gray sweatpants without a shirt and his hair dripped on his shoulders. “hey baby,” his voice was raspy as he kissed your mom. 

“jesus fucking christ. put on a shirt dude.” you shouldered him as you walked by. 

“y/n!” your mom shouted. 

you saw in your peripheral vision toji’s face darkened in anger. but you didn’t care if he was angry. he could suck it!

“what mom? i’m being a good girl.” you slid over your couch and laid there, upside down, texting on your phone, trying to make late plans. “maybe i’ll ask my friend if i can go to a party. aye, that’ll do it. i can go get wasted.” you chuckled. 

you knew your mother was probably rubbing her temple and your ‘step-father’ was consoling her. he literally made you want to vomit. he made you angry and his presence was a nuisance to you.      

“y/n, you know how we feel about you going to those parties. besides i don’t really like your friends,” toji crossed his arms. he had a way of making your mother think exactly like him. even if she was half on your side and thinking she would immediately turn her morals to his. your mother treated your step-father as if he was all knowing. she listened and did everything he told her. it bothered you so much. 

you jumped up from the couch and made your way to toji’s huge form. he was humongous, broad shoulders, muscles galore, he almost touched your house's ceiling. he was a huge man. that didn’t intimidate you one bit. “you can’t tell me what to do. this is my house, my mom, and my life.”

toji smirked, “that’s true but i also am your step-father.” he took one step closer to you. the air shifting between you two. his arms were crossed over his chest. you never realized how thick he was on his chest area. they literally protruded under his arms. still, even with his size, you didn’t want him to think he won. 

“i know who you really are. you can’t fool me. and you will never be my father,” you uttered the words so that only you and toji could hear. you thought that would break him but instead it grew a gleam in his eyes. something shined within him that made him break the smirk into a toothy grin. he was playing your game. “whatever. i’ll just call megumi and hang out with him. we’ll go trick-or-treating.”

“megumi texted me. he’s going with yuji itadori actually. so, it looks like it’s just you and me sweetheart.” toji winked. 

you threw your hands up in the air frustrated. “yay,” your mom clapped her hands, “daddy and daughter time.”

you went upstairs and got changed in your ballerina costume. maybe you could separate from him and hang out with your friends. this was supposed to be a family gathering but of course, your mother had to ruin it. 

you came downstairs and as you came down you noticed your mom was gone and instead toji sat on the couch. something was different with him. “you done?” he called out. 

you stood at the top of the stairs, waiting for him to turn around. he stood up and turned and you knew that something was different. you felt different with your step-dad. toji smirked as he showed up in a nightwing costume. each muscle outlined, his hair disheveled, and he was wearing the eye mask. he leaned against the couch, you couldn't help it but divert your eyes to his cock. it was outlined as well, and…huge. you gulped. “wow you look-”

“cool?” he slowly walked over to the end of the stairs. “not so boring?” his eyes slowly made their way from your legs up to your face. “ballerina?”

you did your makeup pink themed and you wore a cute gloss over your lips. your lips were pursed out, all innocent looking. you were all pink and girly. super feminine. even painting your nails red. you wore a pink leotard with a sheer pink skirt. the leotard was tight, showing all your curves and ass. you looked like a cake topper, a cute pink macaroon. any man would want to take a bite. 

“sweetheart, you look so beautiful. so perfect, delicate.” he whispered as his hands traveled up your legs. you didn’t have a snappy comeback. instead he made you flustered. his eyes held some kind of villainy within him. his neck curved, his adam's apple bobbing up and down as he stared up at you as if you were an angel. he looked guilty and wanting at the same time. his eyes were half-lidded. you noticed the way he sniffed the air, sniffing you. his big, calloused hands looked so gigantic against your legs, covering your entire calf as he rubbed it lightly and squeezed it gently. “you ready?” his voice was hoarse. 

you covered your face, wanting to hide your emotions and feelings. you were only human. “yeah, whatever. let’s just get this over with, old man.” you pushed him aside as you walked in front of him. you realized he was staring at your ass. 

what was wrong with your step-father? he was your mother’s boyfriend! and yet why did you feel dirty? why did you feel that if something happened today you would let him do whatever he wanted to you? why did you want him to do something to you? why was he acting this way all of a sudden? 

everyone was out. the night was young as so many families walked around the neighborhood in their costumes, wanting candy. you knew the town, knew the houses, the streets so you walked around like you knew everyone, it was true you did. toji looked at you with pride. the way you walked around, not afraid, acting like you were the main character. a part of him was irked by your rudeness but also he couldn't help but stare at you. he couldn’t help but be attracted to you. 

“let’s pause here,” you said. you had put a spray around your hair and neck that was sparkles. it twinkled in the moonlight. this caught toji’s attention. you smelled like vanilla and looked like a diamond. all your sparkles catching his eye. you whipped your phone out and leaned your head against toji’s shoulder. “let’s take a selfie and send it to mom. she wants one.” you lied through your teeth. you looked away as you said this lie. 

toji grinned evilly. “mom? or more like you?” his face dipped to your height. he pushed you against a fence, caging your small body with his. you winced, finally breaking, he was winning. your tiny hands pressed against his chest, strong and plump. you were hot. toji was pinning you against the fence. his face was only centimeters away from yours. “c’mon baby. you can tell daddy the truth.”

“i-i-it’s. okay fine. doesn’t matter. mom will like it.” you shouted, hiding your face. you were never bashful or shy! why were you becoming like this? he made you this way!

“okay, let’s send her a selfie.” toji all of a sudden picked you up, arm under your ass as his big hands gripped your plump thighs. “what the fuck?” your body was placed on his shoulder. the sides of your leotard rising higher from the movement. your heart was beating faster than ever before. “toji, what are you doing-”

“toji? angel, i’m your step-father. call me daddy.”

you gulped, “f-fine. what are you doing, daddy?” you felt the heat rush to your cheeks. you also felt wetness down at the name. 

“i’m taking a picture with my sweet baby girl. alright, say cheese!”

you hated him. hated him more than ever in this moment. he was playing with you and your mom. he was messing with your mind. you knew it wasn’t because he actually liked you, it was because he wanted to get back at you for earlier. “n-no! i don’t have to listen to you.” you crossed your arms. the side of your ass was pressed next to toji’s face. toji raised his brow and shook his head, “good girls listen.” his mouth then turned to bite a piece of your ass peeking from the leotard. it was a light bite and then his tongue peaked out and licked the bite. “c’mon, smile.” 

you jumped but was held still by toji. “toji-i mean, daddy!” your step-father just bit your ass. and you liked it. you liked it so much. you wiggled on his shoulder. finally, you smiled and toji took the selfie. he came out so attractive. his jawline was prominent in the photo, he looked like a model. his smirk making his scar above his lip prominent. you were wide eyed looking innocent in the camera. more from what toji just did seconds ago and from where you were seated. toji carried you like you weighed nothing.

he put you back down and you felt dizzy from everything. what were you feeling? “send me that picture,” toji’s hands landed on your shoulder then traveled up to around your neck, caressing your skin there. “i think you look so beautiful in it.”

why were you so quiet? you decided, toji wasn’t going to win. you were going to give him a taste of his own medicine. 

you both went to a door. you knew who lived there. it was a guy that you knew had a crush on you from when you both were in high school. of course, you never liked him but you wanted toji to realize you didn’t care about him and his actions. 

toji knocked the door for you. he was behind you most of the day, keeping an eye out since it was night. you weren’t going to lie, you did like how protective he was over you. you felt safe with him. he always had a shoulder wrapped around you or his hand on you to make sure you were always with him. always standing behind you, close by, so close you can smell his cologne. 

“thank you daddy.” you smiled wide. excited for what was gonna happen. the door opened and low and behold it was the guy that had a crush on you. “y/n? wow, welcome! damn, you look good.” he eyed you up and down. you felt a hand on your shoulder. it was toji’s and it was tightening around you. you looked up behind you and saw his face. if looks could kill! he looked so scary! he wore a scowl and his eyes were dark, full of anger. 

you rolled your eyes and popped your butt out to the side, placing your hands on your hips, posing. “you think so baby? aww thank you, love!”

the guy leaned against the door frame, coming closer to you. toji pulled you back so you fell back against his chest. “i’m her boyfriend.”

“wh-what?” you were about to fight toji. trying to turn around to protest but toji held you in place. “so, back off.” he threatened with a glare. 

the guy backed off, throwing his hands up, surrendering. “damn, sorry man. i didn’t know. well, here’s some candy. enjoy your trick or treat y/n.”

you rolled your eyes and said a quiet “thank you.” you bent down to pick up the candy in the plastic jack o'lantern bucket. you noticed the guy backed away to look at your breasts almost spilling over. you knew toji would not like it. you heard toji grumble in the back of you. but you also noticed that when you bent over your ass by accidently grazed against toji’s dick, you felt it was hard! “c’mon baby. let’s go.” he grabbed your arm, dragging you away. 

you both walked without saying a word. most of the streets were empty, people heading home. toji acted weird, walking in front of you this time, which was something he didn’t do this whole time. 

“daddy?” you called out to him. 

“i can’t believe how you acted. the way he looked at you.” you saw toji rub his temple and bang the fence beside him with his fist. 

“it wasn’t my fault! he was the one all up on me. i was an innocent bystander. what was with the whole, oh i’m her boyfriend?” you imitated him. 

toji turned around, anger evident on his face. “sweetheart, i saw the way he looked at you, daddy knows that look. when a man wants to ravage a sweet girl. the way he looked at you made me so angry, so disgusted.” toji’s jaw clenched. “if i said i was your boyfriend, i knew he would leave you alone.”

you were so done. you shook your head and resumed to walk, wanting to be ahead of him and by yourself. you shoved against him, “whatever. i can’t stand you! i try to like you! try to give you a chance! you think you can play with my feelings and emotions. the way i feel!”

toji grabbed you and picked you up to press you against the fence, like earlier. caging your body. 

“not again with this!” you tried to push him away from you. 

toji clenched the sides of your head and dipped his head to press his feverishly lips against yours. the kiss was passionate, heated. the smacking of lips. you tried to not move your mouth but you couldn't help it. you needed to kiss him. you wrapped your tiny arms, compared to his, around his head to deepen the kiss. 

“daddy, i want you.” you moaned in the kiss. 

“i know baby. i know.” his tongue dragged into your mouth. fighting with your tongue. both breaths hot. moaning and groaning. teeth gnashing. your fingers tangled themselves in his hair. your body was automatically attracted to his, wanting to be pressed against him. 

“we shouldn't do this.” you said. 

“i know.” toji agreed. but then his lips went to your neck. you suck in the air as his plump lips touched the vein on your neck. he could feel your pulse, how rapid it was. you were excited. you wanted this so bad now. 

“you know i hate you so much,” you pushed toji’s head closer so he was licking all your neck. 

“i never hated you. i’ve tried to fight this feeling. but you are so stubborn, such a bad girl.”

you dragged his head back to your lips. you bit his lip. the flesh between your teeth as you dragged it out. eyes directly on his. 

toji picked you up, desperately, his hands under your ass, groping and squeezing your flesh. “you in this outfit. fuck. you really were testing me baby. daddy wanted to fuck you really bad.”

you grinded on his hands. loving how thick they were and veiny. he was very handsome as much as you hated him. “please daddy, fuck me. make me yours.” your eyes were innocent.

toji finally ripped his eye mask off, so his face was plain. you wanted to see his real, raw emotions while he fucked you. he held you with one hand, kissing you sloppily, while the other hand was starting to rip your leotard. “daddy, i’m not wearing underwear! everyone is gonna see me.”

“over my dead body,” he growled. “i’ll rip my costume and wrap it around you.” he ripped the fabric of the leotard that covered your pussy. 

when it was finally gone, you shivered slightly from the cool october air hitting your wet pussy. “i’m cold.” you pouted. 

“don’t worry. daddy, will make you all warm.” toji smirked as his thick fingers slowly touched your cunt. you gasped from the touch then hummed at the feeling. he knew what he was doing. “just like that.”

“baby likes this?”

“i would like it more if it was daddy’s cock.”

toji played with your wetness between his fingers then he lifted the fingers into his mouth. eye contact never leaving as he sucked his fingers dry. “wow, sweetheart. you taste so delicious. does this pussy belong to me?”

you nodded, so hot. his fingers circled your clit, making your legs shake from the nerves. he played with your folds, stretching them slightly. “you ready?”

you looked down at his pent up frustration. it was huge and it wasn’t even uncovered. “yes,” you said low. you were scared. you never fucked someone so big as him. 

“don’t worry baby, daddy will go slow for his angel.” he kissed your forehead as he unzipped. he took his swollen cock out. it was super thick, dripping already with need. he saw you that way as well. he was very much attracted to you. 

toji lifted your legs over his arms. your pussy wide and displayed for him. “look at that pretty pussy. all for daddy. it is so beautiful.”

he was wet and you were soaked. his cock slid it slowly into you. it was perfect. he fit you like a puzzle piece. it went in, inch by inch. “that’s it. take it.” his breath was shaky. you knew he wanted to fuck you hard, wanting to dive into you. but he took it slow. finally he bottomed out. 

“oh my god,” you moaned. moving your hips for him to go fast. 

“already baby! i just put it in. you naughty girl.” toji’s hips went back and forward. both of you getting wetter and squelching. skin sticking. “but if that’s what you want, my baby gets what she wants.” suddenly, toji’s hips started going quicker. he was humping up inside your cunt, your juice dripping down his cock. 

“yesss right there. fuck! yes daddy! right there daddy!” you hugged onto him. your grip tight. his balls slapped against your cunt. his thick cock was dragging in and out. this was not making love, this was pure, straight up, fucking you. he was feral. biting onto your shoulder. 

toji grunted, pounding inside you. nonstop. he was holding you and fucking you. sweat was dripping down his temple. you were pinned against someones fence, being fucked out of your mind. toji kissed you again while he fucked your brains out. loving how you clenched around him. how tight you were. 

“god i feel so full, daddy,” you cried. 

“that’s okay. take it. take it.” toji noticed how you pulsed around his dick. he loved how every time his cock came peeking out of you it was covered, drenched with your cream. you looked so perfect. so angelic. breathing harshly, trying to take all of him. lips puffy, eyelashes thick with tears from the stimulation. your hair was starting to stick to your skin from the sweat. you looked like his favorite vision. he wanted to remember this moment. paint a picture of you this way. his tongue licked inside your mouth, opened mouths making out. his cock and pounding didn’t stop. it went faster, fervently. needing. it was unstoppable. he was unstoppable. if someone was watching let them. you were worth it. he didn’t care in that moment about your mother, he wanted you. wanted to take you to a lair and fuck you everyday every second. you were his drug. 

“daddy, i don’t think i can last longer. i’m gonna cum!”

“go ahead baby. cum for daddy.” he growled as his forehead rested against yours. wanting to see your face. wanting to see how you looked as you took all his seed. 

“ahhhhh!” you shook, grasping onto toji’s shoulders. 

toji didn’t stop. he loved to feel your goopy-ness drip on his cock. it was warm and felt like a  velvet blanket of a waterfall onto him. 

“i’m so fucking lucky,” he whispered to you. “shittt, fuck,” he grunted as he finally came. not able to last because your pussy walls pulsed against his shaft, milking him for everything he was worth. 

“i love you daddy. thank you daddy, fuck,” you kissed him again. it was sloppy, disgusting. saliva everywhere. but you wanted him to know you were his but if he could be yours. 

“i know. i know.” he moaned against your lips. he was still into you and when you both calmed down he slipped out of you. before you could even ask him anything, he ripped his top in half and wrapped it around your hips. he held onto your hand to walk with you but you tripped. you were too weak and held still on the fence.

“i got you.” toji picked you up bridal style. “how bout we cuddle on the couch and watch spooky movies?

your tiny hands touched his face in a feather like touch, “okay. also, i don’t hate you as much.”

toji walked with you cuddled in his arms, he was smirking. “i know.”

#cry baby *🧸* #jjk smut #jjk x reader #toji smut #toji fushiguro smut #toji fushiguro x reader #toji x reader #toji fic #fushiguro toji smut #fushiguro toji x reader #toji fushiguro x you #fushiguro x y/n #fushiguro toji x you #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk toji #jujutsu kaisen toji

[starlightdelrey]

axe throwing - a.v + h.m

spoilers for heart break high season one and two !!!!!

anthony vaughn x harper mclean

request: hi !! could you do a sweet first date type fic for ant and harper ?? i dont really see a lot of love for them so far but I AM OBSESSED! I was thinking maybe they'd go axe throwing for a first date since harper mentioned she wanted to go. ant is lowkey scared he's going to get a limb cut off then overcompensates w the bravado just bc he can see how much she's enjoying herself. u dont have to do this at all obviously but it was just some thoughts i had popping up

in which two of the hartley kids finally get a moment of peace together (or ant thinks he's gonna lose his arm)

lowercase intended

hbh masterlist + main masterlist

cw: mentions of past trauma, mostly fluff, end of season 2, i basically made up my own timeline to make it work, ive never been to axe throwing so i made some stuff up, not proofread !!!!

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the hartley high kids were stuck in a sort of limbo - since the school had burn down not even two weeks before the term break, the school board had decided everybody deserved an extended break to help 'unpack their trauma'. almost everyone thought it was a load of bullshit but couldn't fight having almost a month off school.

harper had been struggling, although she'd never admit it to anyone. it was unfair - every time she almost healed from one experience, a brand new one happened. darren had recently been going through a housewife phase, and in one cooking attempt, they'd accidentally set off the fire alarm. it caused the blonde to shut down for almost 24 hours, the experience of being locked in a smoke-filled projection room taking over her thoughts.

ant had accidentally been a lurker for quite a few of these mini events - like witnessing chook stare down harper at the housewarming party. when woodsy had called for harper and amerie during the fire, his whole body had been filled with a sense of dread (although he'd never tell harper how he'd fought to try and get to her).

the two decided to keep everything between them as light as possible, which had led to today's activity being set up.

harper dashed out of her shared home with darren and ca$h (their fake moans and tips for safe sex following her) and started up her borrowed car from robert.

when she drove up to ants place, he was sat outside, waiting already. harper couldn't fight the grin that stretched across her face as he wandered over to the passenger side. anthony had taken the concept of axe throwing and lumberjacks very seriously, and had dressed for the part - a plaid button up tossed, un-buttoned, over a cropped white tank top and a pair of baggy jeans.

he got in and immediately leant forward to kiss the blonde, and she pulled away with a smirk. "what's with the gay lumberjack cosplay?"

"i'm breaking lumberjack stereotypes, harps. be happy for me." but he glanced at her with a lazy grin and she shook her head, trying not to get distracted.

as they drove, ant insisted on being on aux. this meant that when spider called him, the audio was put on speaker.

"heya, spider."

"ant, you'll never-"

"hey spider!" harper piped up chirpily, and spiders whole demeanour over the phone changed.

"fuck off, harper."

"wait until i tell missy what you just said, dickhead. don't think i won't steal your girl." harper grinned as she said it, and ant turned to her quickly.

"hey!"

"you wish, harps."

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"i actually don't think we need to throw axes," ant stood stiffly, his gloves shoved in his pocket and axe in one hand.

harper, who was in the middle of putting her safety glasses on, paused and stared. "what?"

"i just like- don't feel like losing an arm today. ya' know?" he looked at her hopefully, and harper raised a brow.

"don't worry, baby. i'll protect you."

the nickname flicked a switch in his mind, and immediately, ant was back to his usual antics. "no need, m'lady. i will be protecting you."

glasses on, harper turned to stick her tongue out at him - only to be met with the flash of a camera. "ew, ant. i look proper munted with these on. delete that."

he didn't respond, and to be fair, she didn't really care all that much anyways. the two walked forward with their safety gear fully on, prepared to let out some of their anger.

at first, they mess around a bit, until harper finally gets her axe to actually hit the target. from then on, it's a full-on war - they're making up mini competitions, tallying points, and getting into arguments.

halfway through, harper's got 12,368 points while ant has -12.

"we should totally turn our competition into a drinking game, harps. it would be so fun."

"and dangerous." harper braces herself and launches her axe at the target. "ant, we suck balls right now - imagine what it'd be like if everyone was drunk?"

"oh. ohhhhhhhh! yeah, i didn't even think of that."

"of course you didn't, babe."

ant grabs harper and yanks her closer to him, hugging her. some employee chides them for being dangerous.

"you're so pretty, harper." he's looking down at her, grinning, harpers cheeks are pink.

"you're not so bad yourself, anthony." her hand wraps around the back of his neck and pulls him closer.

---

"i cannot believe that we seriously got kicked out for making out!" harper exclaims in the car, pulling out of the parking lot.

"it was totally worth it." ant's still dazed, and he fumbles plugging his phone in.

it goes silent except for the frank ocean playing in the background, until ants phone buzzes with a notification. on instinct, harper's eyes flick to the screen - and her heart jolts.

his lock screen is a recent picture - one of harper, eyebrows furrowed and nose scrunched. her tongues poking out and her hairs a little wild, but she looks happy.

"ant! is that the picture you just took of me?"

"of course it is. can't get it out of my head, it's seriously driving me crazy." he looks down at the picture, a slight blush on his face.

"you just wait until i get a new picture of you, vaughn."

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Pt 2 for "it's always been you before me"

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A/N: THE LONG AWAITED PART 2❗️GUYS IVE BEEN TEYING SO HARD TO GET THIS OUT BUT SCHOOLS KICKING MY ASS RN BUT I FINALLY GOT IT SO PLEASEEE I HOPE U LOVE IT

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“It’s always been you before me” pt 2.

« Lee Minho x fem reader »

Genre: Angst,

Warnings: cursing, slut calling (twice), argument, yelling

*

It’s been around a month since ur ordeal with Minho. You’ve been getting by for the last month, attempting to distract yourself from Minho and your feelings for him. He’s changed no different still avoiding you but then calling you the second he needs something and still you came running. So here you are in the library trying to study. Around a half hour goes by and your losing motivation slowly. You closed your laptop and packed your belongings in your bag, as you were walking u bumped someone.

“Oh sorry” you spoke.

“Oh your fine” the stranger said.

You looked up and saw a girl with a sweet smile across her face. It made you smirk ever so slightly.

“I’ve seen you around…I think we have classes together” she spoke

You haven’t been paying attention for the last couple weeks still stuck on your past with him.

“Oh…I haven’t really noticed sorry” your voice was quiet.

“Don’t be, not your fault, you know, you shouldn’t be so. Hard on yourself over little things” She said confidently.

You haven’t heard words like that from anyone in a while, comforting sweet words they met so much to you, yet to her it probably met nothing, she was just telling a stranger not to worry.

“Oh…ok” you responded

“Well how about we be friends hm? you give me your number and I’ll text you later” she said somewhat excited.

Friends. She wanted to be your friend, a smile grew across your face.

*

“Friends, common love, it’s obvious she just wanted to use you for some reason.” He spoke.

“But, Minho we barely know each other she really seems so genuine and sweet.” You a aid whilst getting dressed. Since she invited you to her birthday party.

“Baby…what have I told you, you go above and beyond for people, always so desperate for them to like you”

You stood still as you were putting on your outfit.

“Huh” your voice trembled.

“You heard me…you look desperate as always” he said nonchalantly.

You couldn’t believe him even after everything, you still gave him a chance in your life, even after the shit he pulled on you at chans party. Yet here he was flaunting his opinion at you. As much as you wanted to speak up you couldn’t no words came out just a nod. You changed into a black dress with puffy sleeves and added some jewelery

“See isn’t that better, still don’t know why your going to that damn party with her but at least you won’t look like a slut while your there”

His words felt cursed like he was a snake and you were his prey and he was slowly closing in on you.

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Y/f/n🧡: hey, you ready? I’m outside.

Y/n: yup, here I come.

•———————————————————————————•

You grabbed your phone and walked towards the door.

“I’m leaving so when you leave please lock the door and don’t forget to turn off the lights” you said to him

“Yeah, yeah whatever” he said carelessly as ever.

You have a slight smile and left you when into you friends car.

“Soo who’s the boy, I can seen” her voice curious and giggly as she pulled off

“No one special” you said.

Those words felt lifting almost “no one special” that’s what he was no one special.

*

The drive was around 30 minute small conversations and singing of the radio filled the car. For the first time in a while you were smiling, genuinely happy.

You guys arrived at the party and you got a little hesitant remembering what happened last time you went out to a party but you have confidence this time Minho wasn’t here to ruin it all.

“Come on I’ll introduce to my friends”

She grabbed your hand rushing into the party, after greeting a few people, you guys met up with a few people. “Guys this is y/n” she introduced me, I gave a soft smile and waved. The rest of the night was unbelievably well I spent the night with y/f/n and her friends and I ended up getting close to one impaticular. After awhile we snuck off from the party outside to get some fresh air and you took fond of him. You guys exchanged numbers and eventually your friend found you and you guys left.

“Soo did you have fun?” She said while driving

“Yeah it actually wasn’t half bad , it was pretty fun” I said smiling towards the window.

“Oh, you expected my party to be bad, I’m hurt” your friend said sarcastically.

After awhile of talking you were back home and to your surprise Minhos car was still in the driveway.

“Thanks for having me “ I said leaving her car.

“Of course, it was so fun, call me later hm?”

“Yeah”

*

You walked back towards your apartment and went inside. You looked at the clock it was around 2am, you were taking your heels off in the dark living room an a light switched on in the kitchen.

“Your finally back huh?”

“Your still here hm?”

“I mean I was gonna leave till I seen this”

He slid his phone across the counter showing you a picture of you and one of your friends smiling hands wrapped around eachother hugging.

“It’s me and a friend yes” you responded a little agitated. I mean who the fuck was he to ask you who you were with after he pulled the shit he did.

“It’s not like we’re dating?”

“Ok and? Dosent mean you go slut yourself out to the first boy u lay eyes on.” He responded annoyed.

At first no words were coming out but then finally your mouth started moving on it on.

“You’ve gotten be fuckin kidding Minho.” You didn’t even notice your voice beginning to raise.

“Your in MY house trying to tell me who the hell I’m allowed to see or do, I mean you can’t be fucking serious”

“Don’t be like that babyy..yk you love me so let me hel-“

“No, no, you don’t get to act like that anymore, you don’t get to call me that, to back hand the fucked up shit your gonna say to me after, you left me remember, dating or not, when I was at my low, YOU left me” you didn’t even realize how upset you were, fist balled, eyes watering.

“You stranded me at a fucking party and watched me get humiliated in-front of everyone and still did nothing, instead you flirted with your ex, who you claimed to have broke your heart”

You tried to lower your voice but the more you spoke the louder you got.

“I was there, every-time you called, every single time, and the one time I need you, the one fucking time, you didn’t even bother to help me, and I finally found people who like me for me, and you can’t take that from me.”

He was shocked standing up looking at you tear away his wall.

“You don’t deserve me and never will, your just some guy with an ego the size of the fucking world, and frankly it’s not my problem anymore you didn’t need me then and you don’t need me now.”

“Y/n, what are you talk-“

“Go” I cut him off point towards the door

“Get the fuck out”

“Y/n cmo-“

“Go, GET THE HELL OUT ALREADY” in-between breaths. You grabbed his jacket shoved in his chest and pushed him out.

You slammed the door. You wanted to cry but before your tears could escape, u felt a release, like a weight off your shoulders.

A week later, you found yourself in the library again but not alone this time, you felt a lot happier lately, smiling and always looking forward in life. You ended up blocking Minhos number after he continued to text and call you, it was too late now, you were tired of giving him chances and letting him go may have been the best thing you’ve ever decided to do.

I mean things are a lot better when it’s no longer you before me, no?

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Starring Role- ACT III (C.S; S.MG)

title;  look into his angel eyes, one look and you're hypnotized, he'll take your heart and you must pay the price  

summary:

We’ve all read about the infamous player who falls in love with the good girl that manages to make him change his ways…but what happens to the other girl? The pretty, popular one that has warmed his bed before the good girl came along and took him away.

Well, no one cares about her. After all, she’s just a side character.

It almost feels like a joke to play a part, when you are not the starring role in someone else’s heart.

pairing: choi san x reader, song mingi x reader (for now lol)

wc: almost 14k

warnings (PLEASE READ!): this chapter contains mentions of food and heavy dieting, mentions of unhealthy eating habits. mentions of drug abuse and drinking

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act ii / masterlist / act iv

“She’d been in love with the man, and love is a scary thing. If not reciprocated, it can turn a person into a monster.” ― Michele Young-Stone, The Handbook for Lightning Strike Survivors

You do something you've never done before in your one year long "relationship" with Choi San- you start asking around about his latest conquest.

And by asking around, you mean that you ask Minjeong because she knows everyone and their mothers on your campus. From names to majors to the gossip that might follow them.

You try to do it as inconspicuously as possible because you can't have anyone knowing that some nobody piqued your interest, soon enough after that they'll start to ask why. And God forbid, people could come to the conclusion that you might be threatened by the girl San kissed.

Jennie and the girls would never let you live that one down.

You clear your throat, glancing at Minjeong from the corner of your eye. It's just the two of you at lunch in the cafeteria today and your little friend is munching the sushi she brought for lunch, completely clueless to your incoming inquisition.

"Hey, Jeongie..." You start, swallowing down the piece of salad you stuffed in your mouth before this, as you turn to her innocently.

"Yeah?" She asks, eyes meeting yours. Minjeong is pretty, in a cute sort of way. She's not the type of girl you would usually call hot but she has a brilliant smile and doe eyes that make her seem adorable when she laughs.

"Okay, don't look right away but.." That catches her attention instantly as she turns to you completely, immediately intrigued. Nosy ass bitch. "Do you see that girl sitting next to the vending machine? She's wearing a black hoodie."

Minjeong keeps eye contact with you for a second longer before subtly turning in the direction of the vending machine, pretending to read the drink labels on it.

The girl next to the vending machine, the one San kissed or whatever, has earphones stuck in her ears as she reads a book. She occasionally reaches over for a fry off of her tray which she stuffs in her mouth. Other than that, she doesn't really look up from the book.

Her hair is in a messy low ponytail, strands that escaped are tucked behind her ears and she's in a plain black hoodie. Alone once again. She's really a nobody but the moment she walked into the cafeteria and crossed your vision, your mood dampened significantly.

"I see her." She says quietly, face not giving away much when she slowly turns to you again.

"Do you maybe know who she is?" You question, voice light and unbothered. Making sure not to portray anything other than faint curiosity.

Minjeong nods in response, taking another sushi roll in her mouth, you try not to seem impatient as you watch her chew but your foot is tapping against the cafeteria tiles.

"That's Son Boyoung. She's a biology major."

"That's it?" You push, brows furrowing in slight annoyance. Usually, Minjeong knew a lot more. The juicy stuff like who the other person dated, what stupid thing they did while drunk, what embarrassing thing they posted on social media. Something other than just this.

But Minjeong just shrugs in response.

"I don't really see her around that often, I don't think she goes out or has many friends or anything. The only time I ever see her is maybe the library." She pauses, eyes narrowed in concentration before her eyebrows raise and eyes widen. "Oh, she's Song Mingi's friend!"

"Song Mingi?" It's the first time you hear of him. Minjeong gasps scandalously.

"Oh em gee! Y/N, you don't know Song Mingi?" She questions in a hushed voice. When you shake your head in response, she drops her chopsticks down and gives you her full attention. "Well, he's, like, this computer wiz or something. He's an IT major but most importantly, Song Mingi is fucking hot!"

You raise your brows, not really buying that he can be that hot if he's friends with the likes of Son Boyoung. Plus, you've never heard of him before. Hot people are usually popular. Minjeong is quick to continue.

"He's, like," Minjeong lets out a dreamy sigh, "Tall and just the right amount of muscular and has the best lips ever. And he's mysterious as well, literally no-one knows anything about him except for the small group of people he hangs out with."

"And Son Boyoung is in that group of people?" You ask with an arched eyebrow, not really caring about this Mingi guy much. It's probably overhyped bullshit as per usual.

"Oh, she's much more!" Minjeong leans in closer, "Word on the street is that Mingi is in love with her since, like, forever. They've been friends since they were kids."

"Woah, wait a minute." You pause her ramblings as you sigh, closing your eyes to recollect yourself. "You could've led with that, Minjeong."

"What do you mean?" You shake your head at her question.

"So, you're telling me that this, supposed, God of a man is in love with her? And he couldn't swoop her off her feet by now?"

"Well, it's just a rumor." Minjeong pauses, "But I'm, like, seventy percent sure he's in love with her because he had a project to work on with Chaeyoung, you know her right?" You nod your head even though you have no idea who Chaeyoung was. "She said that Boyoung called him in the middle of their assignment and he dropped everything just to go to her. Chaeyoung was trying to flirt with him as well!"

"He always gives Boyoung special treatment, it makes me kind of jealous." She sighs dramatically and you have to hold back an eyeroll, "And I don't think he ever even hooks up with other girls, at least not that everyone else knows about it. You'd think we'd hear stories about his hookups all the time with how many girls are after him but nothing!"

"Interesting." You hum, leaning back in your chair and letting your eyes wander to Son Boyoung, who still had her nose in a book.

"Right? Maybe he's gay." Minjeong says thoughtfully and you give her a bland stare.

"No, not him-" But you stop yourself, if you mention Son Boyoung one more time, Minjeong might be onto you. She's a bit of an airhead but you aren't being as sneaky as you initially planned. "I mean, maybe he likes her."

"You think so?" Minjeong asks warily, eyes fleeting to where Boyoung sat one more time. "She's kinda..."

"Right?!" You ask gleefuly, making her jump a little. "She's really not that special, right?"

So, you might've been projecting onto Minjeong a little bit right now, who obviously was talking badly about Boyoung with Mingi in mind.

You didn't know Mingi but you know San.

And San kissed Son Boyoung.

"I mean, she's pretty." You say quickly because talking down on a girl's appearance never sat right with you but the shallow, rotten side of you is squirming in delight. "But she's kind of plain, don't you think?"

"Definitely. She dresses weird, as well." Minjeong scrunches up her nose.

It's going to make you feel bad in the long run, the dissection of Boyoung's appearance and dogpiling on it along with Minjeong and probably a dozen of other girls who are after Song Mingi, but in this moment- it makes your heart hurt less.

If Minjeong agrees on this Boyoung girl being no-one special as well, then it's not just you! It's not the jealousy or bitterness speaking in your stead because someone else also agrees that this girl doesn't deserve all this special attention.

Maybe San lost his goddamn mind.

The theory of San having a couple of screws missing up there continues to be the only logical explanation when you're sitting in the library with Hongjoong the next evening.

Your pink laptop is set up in front of you with the rest of your material as you patiently waited for his friend to show up, so he can help you with the main assignment for Computer Science. Hongjoong sat opposite of you, scribbling notes down as he flipped pages of the book in front of him.

You've been spending more time with him recently as San has been completely ignoring you and you'd like to think Hongjoong is your friend. The two of you never hung out outside of the walls of the library, you never asked but neither did he.

"Hey." A deep voice interrupts your train of thoughts and your head picks up at the new presence standing right next to the table where you and Hongjoong sat at.

Your breath gets stuck in your throat once you recognize him as the guy who called Boyoung clumsy the day she bumped into you.

"Mingi! Dude, finally." Hongjoong exclaims in a hushed whisper, failing to hide his excitement at the newcomer as he pulls a chair for him to sit, moving his box to clear out the side of the table.

Wait a second. Mingi?

"Sorry, the TA wanted to talk after class so I got held up." Mingi says quietly as he sits down, eyes fleeting to you and nodding in some sort of greeting you suppose. You nod back, trying not to seem so shocked that Boyoung's friend is, coincidentally, the person that was supposed to help you with your assignment.

Maybe you took Minjeong's words a bit too lightly because fuck, Mingi was hot.

He was tall with broad shoulders covered in a sweatshirt and you couldn't help the way your eyes stayed glued to his hands, decorated with silver rings, as he pulled out his laptop out of the backpack that was hanging off of one shoulder when he walked in.

Tan skin, luscious lips, slim nose and dark eyes that were almost covered by the fringe of dark hair. If you weren't paying such close attention, you wouldn't notice the strands of dark blue in it weaved underneath the raven ones.

But you were mostly focused on his lips. Fuck, Minjeong was right about those as well. They were amazing.

Pretty, pink and plump.

You quickly dragged your gaze somewhere else clearing your throat which seemed to bring Hongjoong's nose out of his book.

"Oh, right!" Hongjoong points to you, "Mingi, this is Y/N. She's the girl who needs help with her assignment."

"Hey." Mingi just repeats, coolly.

"Hi." You respond back, pulling your lips in because you feel slightly awkward since you really do remember him from when you snapped at Son Boyoung a couple of weeks ago.

"Did you start your work already or?" Mingi asks, placing his backpack down on the floor.

Your eyes dart to Hongjoong, who is back to his own work, before you respond.

"Um, I started it but I'm already stuck. I only know the basics..." You drag out and he nods once again before quietly moving to sit on the empty chair next to you and turning his laptop around.

Half an hour later, Hongjoong is long gone saying he has an essay to turn in tomorrow morning and you're stuck with Song Mingi alone as you both try to work on your assignment. But it's quite difficult and you don't grasp it as easily and it definitely doesn't take long for his true colors to show.

"You're doing it wrong again." He huffs, moving your hand away from the mouse and taking it in his own hand. "This is quite literally one of the simplest tasks in the assignment."

"Oh..." You muse out, not really knowing what to say. The fact that you're not good at this subject was already eating away at you but now, he was just making you feel like an idiot.

"What 'oh'?" Mingi asks a little bit harsher and you turn to him, cheeks flushing. His brows are furrowed and he's looking at the screen with annoyance radiating off of him. "'Oh' isn't going to fix shit."

You pursue your lips, watching him click away and re-do your mistake with a clenched fist in your lap. You don't want to be rude because one; he's Hongjoong's friend and two; he's the one taking the time out of his day to help you.

"Where are your exercise books?" He asks as he presses the 'save' button, you bite your lip before turning to him again.

"There are exercise books?" You ask in a small voice, almost trying to act cute so he wouldn't get angry.

"Seriously?" But Mingi is dead serious and looking even more pissed off now. Your eyes fall down to the table, feeling like you're getting scolded by a teacher in middle school. "You know maybe if you spent less time planning your outfits and more time actually sitting in class and paying attention, you wouldn't be failing."

"I..." You mouth is ajar a bit as you let his words sink in before you're just filled with anger. "I'm not failing and I do sit in class and pay attention."

"Oh, really?" He asks almost mockingly and you have the urge to slap him. "Because I'm pretty sure professors are obliged to mention the material for the subjects they're teaching. The assignment is literally from those exercise books."

You clamp your mouth shut, feeling your cheeks turn redder by the second. Mingi hums, eyes dancing over your face for a second.

"Maybe your way of paying attention is as bad as your common courtesy."

Wha-

"Common cour- What the fuck are you even talking about, right now?" You snap in a hushed tone, being completely done with this guy.

Minjeong was wrong about him. He's not the mysterious, smart hunk she thought he was. Song Mingi was just a dick who thought he was better than you.

He thinks he's all that because he's hot and knows how to code stuff.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about or do you intend on playing stupid and acting like you don't recognize me from the day you yelled at my friend." He hisses back in the same way, his laptop already being pushed shit by his big hand.

It seems like your tutoring hour is finishing early today.

"Seriously?! That's what you're so pissed about?!" You chuckle in disbelief, looking around the almost empty library just to refrain yourself from blowing up on him.

The fact that he's being an asshole to you right now, all because of Son fucking Boyoung almost makes you scream.

"I have every right to be pissed about that. You embarrassed her in front of everyone that was there that day." He accused and you roll your eyes before turning to him.

"Oh, don't be so dramatic." You lazily waved off, "I merely raised my voice a little bit, she'll live."

Now it was Mingi's turn to let out a humorless chuckle of disbelief as he stared at you for a second too long.

"You're unbelievable, you know that right?" He breathed out, collecting all of his belongings into his backpack. You watch him place the backpack over his shoulder and get up from the chair in silence. "We're done for today."

Then he stops for a second before turning around to face.

"And by the way, I don't care what Joong said. I expect to be paid for these lessons."

And he's stalking towards the exit, leaving you with your mouth slightly ajar as you watch him leave before letting out a final chuckle of disbelief.

What an asshole.

Still, you're not all that bothered by his clear dislike towards you. Song Mingi was equally of a nobody as Kang Yeosang to you, why would you let him plague your mind for a moment necessary .

Especially when you have some fucking rich kids party coming up that Friday, which you really don't want to go to but you have to for the sake of appearances. If they sense that you don't want to run in their crowd anymore, you'll become prey.

You're not scared of any of them, far from it actually, but you know that Jennie and the rest of girls would quickly follow in turning their backs on you. And being an outcast would be easy if you knew you had people watching your back but you don't. You're all alone.

They're all patiently waiting for the moment you screw up, so you could be kicked off of the top and placed at the bottom of their fucked up food chain.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

That Friday, you sit in front of your vanity and carefully apply your make as you always do. The hinges on your face are tightly shut because this time, you refuse to see what hides below the surface.

It's peaceful despite the storm raging inside of you.

Until Jung Wooyoung bursts into your bedroom.

He looks entirely out of place as he closes the door shut behind himself and almost awkwardly looks around your room, ignoring your question.

When you just continue to stare at him with raised brows as if he lost his whole entire mind, he lets out a sigh and his head falls a little in somewhat embarrassment.

"Look, my parents sent me here to pick you up, okay? They want us to go to the party together." He explains, face portraying the annoyance you're feeling as well as you exhale shakily as if you're about to explode.

"My parents sent you to my room?!" You hiss with a glare, dropping the brush you were using to apply your highlighter loudly back to the small makeup table.

"I mean, yeah. You mom sent me up here." Wooyoung nods, slipping his hands in the back pockets of his jeans as he continues to stare around your room.

"Un-fucking-believable." You mutter being thoroughly done with your mother who never allowed any boys in your room but suddenly it's okay just because it's Wooyoung, grabbing your mascara and pulling out the wand to apply it to your lashes.

You pause when you notice his gaze on your face.

You turn to him, expecting for him to look away or fucking leave.

"Well, don't fucking stand there! You're stressing me out!" You snap rudely and he rolls his eyes, hands sarcastically going up as if in defence.

"Sorry, princess. Didn't know I caught you in such a crucial moment." He's quiet for a moment. "Well, what am I supposed to do then?"

You sigh, hand dropping to the wooden surface for a second as you turn to glare at him.

"I don't fuckin' know. Go sit down or something!" Because you know there's no way around it. You're going to the party with him, there's no getting out of this one.

With a hum, he walks over to your bed and plops down on it.

Once again, he looks as awkward as you feel. You haven't seen Wooyoung since the night of that party a couple of weeks ago and the last time you two spoke, you were very close to ruining both of your lives.

Not that Wooyoung and you ever had anything to talk about. But somehow, with that night in mind, your bedroom seems suffocating with him in it. Especially since he's not as hostile as he would usually be.

"Oh, shit. You actually do paint." Wooyoung sings innocently, observing your painting aisle set up next to the window with one of your current projects half finished, sitting in it. "I always thought that was another pretentious farce of yours."

You grit your teeth as you continue working on your make-up, refusing to give him the pleasure of riling you up.

"I always thought you were going to go into business like Seonghwa. I mean, your parents were sure of it." He keeps talking, before turning to you with head cocked in curiosity. "How did they let you go into art?"

"I'm very persuasive." You say stiffly as you dab your lips with a cherry red lipstick.

"I'm sure you are." He nods but his eyes are narrowed as if he's trying to read you. Your eyes meet his through the mirror and you pursue your lips but still keep quiet. "So, it has nothing to do with the summer you spent in rehab?"

"Shut the fuck up!" You hiss, head turning to him sharply with a venomous glare before you glance at the door in reflex from the fear of someone hearing him. No one can know that he knows.

Wooyoung follows your eyes to the door, getting the message that maybe he's not supposed to talk about that here. With a clenched jaw, "Fine."

You turn to the mirror again to finally finish your look.

A beat of silence.

"It's not something to be ashamed of, Y/N." The way Wooyoung says it, it's almost soft. A first for him to talk to you like that.

"Your shit isn't something to be ashamed of either, yet you're still hiding it." You throw back in a low voice and he holds your gaze through the mirror for a moment before his eyes fall to your carpet.

You watch him through the mirror, his face is stoic but his leg keeps bouncing up and down.

He clears his throat.

"I won't tell anyone, by the way." He's still staring at the floor. "So..you don't have to worry about that."

In Jung Wooyoung's booklet, this was his idea of an apology. For cornering you like that? For using it against you and scaring the shit out you? You don't know. But you can tell he feels at least a bit of remorse for that night.

You don't say anything in response but still, you can't resist the curiosity about the thing that's been eating away at you ever since that night.

You drop down the lipstick and turn to him, hesitantly opening your mouth.

"How did you find out?"

His eyes snap up to you and he leans back on the palms of his hands on your bed.

"I didn't." Wooyoung responds quietly, tongue swiping over his bottom lip as your mouth drops to tell him off before he shrugs. "It was just a rumor going around. Most of those end up being true when you're in our circles."

"I just said it without thinking because I was panicking and your face only confirmed it."

Your eyes fall shut at his admission, mad at yourself for making such a fucking rookie mistake.

"Fucking stupid." You whisper to yourself, standing up and heading towards your closet to pick out an outfit because you couldn't bare to sit in front of him anymore.

Wooyoung sits in silence as you flick through the options in your closet before deciding on a white flare dress with slightly puffed out sleeves. You disappear in your bathroom to slip into it and pull on thin black nylons underneath because it was nearing November now and the nights were cold.

You step into your Mary Jane heeled shoes and walk back into your bedroom, just running a brush through your hair as you're really not in the mood for this party or anything else that comes with it.

You grab your small purse from the hanger and check if your phone and wallet are in it. Wooyoung opts to just staying silent the entire time.

"Okay, let's go." You say and he jumps up with a sigh, heading out of your room.

Your mother escorts you out of the house as if you and Wooyoung were heading off to prom, you swear she would've asked to take photos of the two of you if you hadn't just grabbed Wooyoung's hand and pulled him through the house with a loud goodbye.

The party is just like any other fancy party you've attended over the years. Filled with fake smiles and pretending to give a fuck about what these people have going on in their lives since you've last seen them.

The only difference is that, now, you stick by Wooyoung's side.

When the two of you walked in together, almost no-one was surprised which is infuriating as it's equally as comforting.

You're surprised neither you or Wooyoung have wandered off to mingle by now but it seems like he hates these things as much as you do and yet, he can't allow his annoyance to show with anyone else but you.

Which is why you stay glued by him. It's a little bit easier to not have to wear your facade around at least someone here and you can share your discomfort and mean comments with him freely.

It's almost kind of nice.

"Oh, Kim Jisoo got a nose job." Wooyoung mutters next to you with a faint smirk and the fact that he almost looks gleeful not because of the nose job but because he can actually say stuff like that to someone now, makes you snort and you're willing to amuse him by playing along.

"Yikes." You try not to grimace once you catch sight of the girl. "Not even a nose job can make that bitch likeable."

Wooyoung snorts in response, inching closer to you as you both rest your backs against the wall near the balcony.

You wonder why he's not with the guys he usually hangs out with but then it dawns onto you that maybe those guys are his 'Jennie and the girls'. It makes you feel pity for him for a second and you have no space to pity anyone when you and Wooyoung are in the exact same boat.

"She's dating Yeonjun, now." Wooyoung comments quietly, careful of anyone overhearing. "I heard they're set to get engaged next year."

You shrug, taking a sip from the flute of champagne. "Good for them. They deserve each other."

Both rotten to the bone, you want to add but refrain yourself.

"You're okay with that?" Wooyoung scrunches his nose, cocking his head to the side as his eyes catch yours. "Weren't you, like, in love with him?"

An unladylike snort escapes you.

"Wooyoung, Yeonjun and I dated the same way you and I are dating now." You turn to face him, lazily fixing the collar of his blaze that got twisted before smiling bitterly. "It was all our parents. I didn't even have his phone number until the day he texted me that he's breaking up with me."

"But...it seemed so real." He furrows his brows. Your hand falls from his collar now that you've caught enough people glancing at the two of you and you smile at him, widely.

"I'm a good actress."

Wooyoung looks like he wants to ask more but he's interrupted by the buzzing from your purse. You fish out your phone, confused to see Yeji calling you.

"Hello?"

"When are you getting here?" Yeji was one of the rare friends you made in the art department. She wasn't rich but she was popular, a party girl and you liked her enough on a superficial level.

"I'm not getting anywhere." You respond confusedly because you have no idea what 'here' even entails, "I already had plans."

"Well, ditch the plans!" There is music in the background and loud cheering which can only mean she's at a party of her own. "San is here."

And you pathetically perk up at that, chest filling with that familiar longing and want that would make you do just about anything- even disobeying your parents' wishes.

"I'll be there." You respond quickly and she giggles from the other line.

"Are you coming alone?"

"No." You eye Wooyoung who busied himself with munching on a piece of chocolate cake. "I'm bringing some collateral damage with me."

And you hang up.

"What collateral damage?" Wooyoung asks with his mouth full and eyes almost innocent.

"You." You answer swiftly, not looking to see the glare that sets on his face as you push your phone back into your small purse. "Go get your car. We're leaving this snoozefest."

"I don't think I like this." Wooyoung shifts next to you as you both stand in front of the huge sorority house, you can hear music coming from inside and people occasionally spilling out of the door.

It's crowded, even for you who is used to these types of thing.

You turn to him.

"You've been to college parties before, Wooyoung."

"Yeah, but..." He hesitantly eyes the people drunkenly stumbling out of front door, "They're never like this, I think we should just go back."

The timid note in his voice is enough to cause even your eyes to soften, confused by his behaviour. Wooyoung is usually loud, confident and annoying.

"Hey," You softly call, hesitant to show him that you might give a fuck about how he feels. "I just need to see someone, we'll be out as soon as I do. You can wait in the car if you'd like but I think it's going to take awhile for me to find them."

"Promise?" He asks and you cock your head in confusion. "Promise we won't stay here for long?"

You stare at him for a second too long, wondering why Jung Wooyoung would believe any promise you make when even you know it might be a lie.

What if you actually find San and go home with him? Would you really turn that down after weeks of being ignored by him for someone like Jung Wooyoung? Someone who made your life hell since the moment you met him at the tender age of six?

You don't think so.

"Promise." You nod.

When the two of you walk inside, it's exactly how you would expect it. Drunk college students everywhere, sweaty bodies occupying the living room and dancing but on the verge of basically humping. Girls taking photos with their friends, guys trying to get laid and Yeji skipping her way to the two of you.

"Oh, he's cute Y/N!" Yeji gushes as she introduces herself to Wooyoung who stares at her with complete disinterest.

"Stay away from him, Yeji." You say with a snort as you give her a hug. Something tells you that she'll make it a mission to get with Wooyoung by the end of the night. "I don't think you're his type."

She pouts at him and Wooyoung laughs a very fake laugh before pulling you closer to whisper in your ear. "I'll stay with her while you find whoever you need to find, but for the love of fucking God, hurry."

"Okay." You nod before parting from them and continuing your way into the house.

You grimace as you push your way past the sweaty bodies and know that it will be hard to find San like this. You should've asked Yeji where he was but it was too late to go back now so instead, you decide to go to the kitchen which is less occupied to take a moment and think.

Resting your hands on the counter, you let out a deep sigh and thank God that there is a minimum amount of people here.

San wasn't in the living room. If he were, he'd have a crowd of people around him which would attract your attention. The only place he could be is upstairs, again.

You straighten out your posture, eyes falling on the open backdoor that lead to the back porch and you freeze.

....or San could be with Boyoung outside, again. Which he is.

You almost snort at how predictable this is getting.

You can see the two of them through the kitchen window which gives view of the backyard.

They're leaning against the wooden banister, bodies pressed close to each other and they're...talking.

San is smiling softly at her as he whisper something to her that makes her blush, before he gently tucks a piece of her hair behind her ear.

Even Boyoung, who you have usually never seen in anything but hoodies and ugly sweaters, is now in a tight dress stuck to her figure. Meaning she was invited here tonight.

...by San?

Your cheeks flush in...you don't know what. Heartbreak? Betrayal? Humiliation? You're not sure. All you know is that you feel like your chest is caving in and your back is breaking out in sweat as you stare at them with parted lips.

Boyoung says something to him and San throws his head back in laughter, if you listen closely- you're sure you can hear his pretty laugh even from the outside.

Tears well up in your eyes but you just can't look away.

Is she the new favorite? Or was this something else? Was there something more serious between her and San that you have been trying to create for the past year?

And that this nobody managed to do in less than a month.

"Oh, would you look at that." Your body goes rigid once a familiar voice echoes through the, now, almost empty kitchen. "How the mighty have fallen."

"What do you want?" You hiss, eyes falling to the counter so you don't have to look at her face.

Don’t let him giving you attention get to your head, you’re not anyone special to him. You’re just a little freshman who still doesn’t know what she just got herself into.

Seo Yeojin casually leans on the counter next to you, car keys dangling off of her fingers and jacket still on.

"Nothing, just enjoying the party."

You turn to her, eyeing her from her heeled boots to hair in a low bun.

"Aren't you a little too old for college parties?" You sneer, crossing your arms over your chest. She snorts but her eyes hold no offense.

In fact, she looks completely indifferent to you which causes rage to bubble up inside of you because she's actually looking like the bigger person here.

"I came to pick up my baby sister. She's a freshman."

"I don't care." You're quick to respond and she lets out a sigh, eyes falling to the floor for a second.

"You know, you can retract the claws. I'm not trying to fight." Yeojin says earnestly and you scoff, rolling your eyes.

It seems like by not giving her a response it gives her a right to continue speaking or something because she's quick to open her mouth again.

"San seems really happy with her. There isn't that cloud hovering over his head anymore, you know?" Your hands ball into fists and jaw clenches as you draw her eyes away from her and to the kitchen window again. San and Boyoung are still there, whispering amongst themselves, softly caressing each other. "You actually did hold out the longest from all of us, so I'm sure you've noticed it. I'm sure you know how fucking miserable he actually is...why he does the things he does to us."

"Stop talking." You whisper but she doesn't listen.

"He was fucking broken and each and every one of us tried to fix him, Y/N. At one point, you have to give up. Especially now when he seems to find someone he actually might have feel-"

"She's nothing to him!" You snarled, cheeks a deep red as you're that winded up, "She means nothing. She's just another girl to be added to his list and once he's bored, he'll come back to me. Like he always does."

But your eyes well up with tears and your hands shake when you're finished. You're so caught up in your emotions that you have no idea how much you sound exactly like Seo Yeojin did the day she cornered you in that bathroom.

If you were in her place, you would gloat in that fact. You would throw the words you said to her that day, in your own face.

The difference is that Seo Yeojin isn't as rotten as you are on the inside. At the time, you were convinced you were better than her but it seems like it's actually the other way around.

"That's not true." She responds calmly and there is fucking pity in her eyes. For you. Seo Yeojin, the girl you ridiculed and who's place you took the moment you walked into San's life, is pitying you. "And deep down, you know it as well."

"Everything you've said just..." You leered at her. "All of this bullshit. It's what a fucking losers says. You lost him, so now you're trying to convince me that I've done the same."

And Yeojin just smiles. But it's not a mean smile, not even a mocking one. It's a sad smile. The pity in her eyes doubles and it makes you want to curl up and die.

"I'm not a loser." She says with a shrug, "I'm just a girl who found someone that showed her what love is actually supposed to be like. And I can tell you right now, Y/N, that this...whatever it is you had with San, it's not it."

She leaves after that, disappears out of the kitchen and into the crowd of people in the living room while you're left alone.

The hinges on your face are close to coming off. The door is ready to fall and show everyone here what lies behind the perfect facade- the barely working mechanism covered in moss and spider webs, the rusty screws so close to breaking.

You're so close to showing everyone who Park Y/N  actually is.

But you can't do that. The door can only come off in the privacy of your bedroom, it's saved for your vanity mirror which has by now grown accustomed to it.

So you suck in a deep breath and will the tears away and with one last look at San still wrapped up in her, you will the tears away and leave the kitchen.

In the living room, a whole new disaster awaits you.

You try to look for Wooyoung and Yeji, pushing through the crowd of sweaty bodies before you notice a little group gathered near the empty fireplace all stuck between what seemed as some commotion.

Jung Wooyoung is in the middle of it.

You push through the crowd more forcefully to get closer to him faster when you notice just how small he looks in front of the bigger guy who looks at him with a mocking smirk and the eyes surrounding them.

"Just leave me alone." Wooyoung sneers and you know he's trying to look unbothered and maybe even a little bit intimidating but you can tell how his eyes coast over the crowd of people around him in panic and fear and you realize just how much you screwed up by bringing him here.

"Hey, hey." You say breathlessly, latching onto the material of his blazer. Wooyoung's watery eyes are still on the guy in front of him. "What's going on?"

"Oh, look everyone! It's Wooyoung's girlfriend!" The big guy laughs as he loudly exclaims to the crowd who seems to break out in whispers. You stare at him a little bit longer when you recognize him as Kim Namhyuk, the university's star football player and resident sleazebag.

"Y/N, let's just go." Wooyoung whispers but you're stuck staring at the guy opposite of him who attracted so much attention to all of you now. Namhyuk redirects his attention to you once he notices your sharp eyes on him.

"He's not going to fuck you, pretty girl." Namhyuk muses with a cruel smirk and you can tell he's drunk and by his blown out and red eyes- maybe even high on something. His eyes coast over to Wooyoung once again, growing meaner. "He likes dick way too much."

Gasps echo through the room.

"Shut up!" Wooyoung almost begs and you've known him since you were both kids but you have never seen him filled with so much desperation and fear. It caused an odd sense of protectiveness over him to wake up inside of you.

Because no-one fucking bullied Jung Wooyoung unless it was you.

Especially not a homophobe.

"Listen, fuckface, how about you go get jacked up on steroids and worry about the classes you're about to flunk this semester instead!" You exclaim loudly, hand wrapping around Wooyoung's wrist and turning around to pull him after you through the crowded space before Namhyuk's voice stops you again.

"Oh, come on pretty girl! Don't get mad!" You try to ignore him, especially when you notice that even his friends are trying to shut him up but he doesn't seem to care. Still laughing, "I'm sure if I let him suck my dick, he'll forget this even happened!"

You stop in your tracks and Wooyoung bumps into you.

You turn to Namhyuk again, trying to ignore Wooyoung's tearful eyes as he looks at you in confusion because all your attention is on Namhyuk.

And he seems to revel in it because he opens his mouth again, "I mean, I'm not saying I'm into guys but a blowjob is a blowjob, you know what I mean?"

He laughs it off with his friend who doesn't really find it that funny. Wooyoung grips the back of your dress. "Y/N, don't."

But it's too late.

Your fist lands straight into his nose before you've flung yourself on top of him and everything just goes to hell after that.

It might've been the anger you felt from seeing San with Boyoung that was festering below your skin that made you have so much power and anger inside of your small body but-

Namhyuk, a football player twice your size is on the floor. It's all foggy but you remember clawing at his face and his hands trying to protect himself. His friends are trying to get you off of him and it's only after there are scratches covering his face and a busted lip- that they succeed.

You shakily push them off of you as you stand up, your hair falling into your face from the ferocity of your attack as you watch him groan on the floor, you breathe heavily. Wooyoung grabs your hand to pull you back to his side as you stare at Namhyuk with a faint smirk.

He goes wild when he sees it.

"I'm going to sue you, Park!" Namhyuk screeches from the floor as he cups his nose, "I'll take every penny from you, you crazy ass bitch!"

"Just try and see what happens." You say quietly as you chuckle before turning around and letting Wooyoung pull you away through the crowded living room which only seemed to grow in the number of people.

Namhyuk is left on the floor in the middle of his tantrum and it's all white noise from there.

Wooyoung is pulling you out of the house and across the lawn towards his car. He's yelling.

"Are you stupid?!" "He will sue you!" "He could've killed you!" "What will your parents say when they find out?!" "You just messed it up for both of us-!"

It's your soft whimper that causes Wooyoung to cease with his shouting at you. The whimper is followed by tears until you're full on sobbing in the front seat of his car as he sits next to you staring with wide eyes and jaw dropped.

"Y/N....?" Wooyoung asks in a much quieter voice, before his face hardens, "Are you hurt?"

You shake your head in response as you cry, hands covering your face and letting the makeup smudge.

He sighs, head falling to the back of the seat.

"Look, I didn't mean to yell that bad. It's just...what you did was really stupid and I don't need-"

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!" You wail, barely managing to get the words out. Wooyoung looks at you like he doesn't know you at all. "It's my fault! It's all my fault!"

"I mean...it's...well, yeah, breaking his nose was stupid but-"

"No." You whine, tears sliding down your face, "I'm not sorry for ju-jumping on him! I'm sorry for bringing you here! It's all m-my fault! I should've listened w-when you said you wanted to leave! I had no place to even go to this f-fucking party and I'm sorry! If I didn't make you come then you wouldn't have had to he-hear anyone say something like that to y-you! I'm so s-sorry!"

And that was the truth.

The guilt hit you like a truck going at full speed the moment Wooyoung grabbed your hand to drag you outside.

You tried not to make it about you so hard but...

You brought Wooyoung here. You're responsible for this. Without you, he wouldn't have ever met any of these horrible people. He never would've been suspected to their prying eyes and mocking smiles as they tried to humiliate him. He would've never had to hear the words that asshole threw at him.

It would be easy to say that you were simply taking your anger from seeing San with Boyoung and from your conversation with Yeojin, out on Namhyuk. But it wasn't the truth.

The truth was that seeing Wooyoung so small and afraid with those vultures surrounding him as he cowered away- it filled you with rage you haven't felt in awhile.

You didn't have a lot of friends. In fact, you think you don't have any friends. Hongjoong would maybe count if you squint your eyes but other than that, you had no real friends. But it seemed like a newly discovered part of you wanted Wooyoung safe and protected.

That's weird.

"You..." Wooyoung starts, eyeing you like you've gone completely mental as he's trying to connect some dots it seemed. "You're crying because...you brought me here?"

You nod weakly, sniffling and Wooyoung snorts next to you. You bring your head up to look at him through the tears which only makes him want to laugh more.

"Y/N, I brought us here. I literally drove." You stare at him. "Also, I'm two years older than you so I don't think peer pressure had anything to do with this. And I do have a mind of my own so if I didn't want to go or walk into the house, I could've just ditched you, to be honest."

Your sniffles and hiccups slow down.

"So, like, you're not this horrible person you've convinced yourself you are or anything." Wooyoung adds. He looks awkward doing it, probably because neither of you are used to actually being somewhat nice to each other. "And it was actually kind of nice. What you did..."

You don't say anything back, only lower yourself into the seat as you look out of the window and the tears dry on your face. He might have a point, your face scrunches up in thought. Wooyoung looks at you with a quirked up brow.

"Are you okay now?" He asks through a cough, eyes going anywhere else but you as he waits for a response.

You shrug.

"Of course, I am. I'm a good person- you just said it yourself." His head snaps towards you as he chuckles in disbelief.

"Unbelievable. Were those tears even real?" Wooyoung asks with his mouth wide open but you can see a smile threatening to pull up.

"Yes, they were! I'm a mini Mother Theresa if you will." You sniffle and a couple of tears still manage to slide down your face, fingers tapping against the door handle, suddenly feeling a lot better once you got what was bother you off your chest and cried it out. At least one thing that was bothering you, that is.

"Okay, see, a good person wouldn't say that about themselves." He commented. "And I don't think Mother Theresa was famous for beating up fratboys at a sorority house."

You lazily wave off with a sigh.

You're both just sitting in Wooyoung's car, you can see people spilling in and out of the sorority house.

"So...I saw you talking with some girl in the kitchen. Was she the person you needed to see?" He prods, glancing at you from the corner of his eye.

Oh, right.

The image of San and Boyoung surfaces up in your mind, accompanied by the conversation you had with Yeojin and suddenly your good mood, no matter how fleeting and shaky it was, is gone.

"No. It doesn't matter." Is your simple response, hopefully enough for him to get that you'd rather not talk about it. You turn to Wooyoung, "Are you okay?"

He looks at you weirdly and you feel yourself blush.

"I mean, Namhyuk is an asshole I always knew that.." You stammer out, "And I'm not trying to find excuses for him, like, I literally just broke his nose but I never expected for him to be so...like that. So horrible, you know?"

Wooyoung chuckles.

"The worst part is that he's not like that." Now, it's your turn to look at him weirdly as Wooyoung starts the car.

"What do you mean? You know him?" You prod because you're as nosy as you are rich.

"Doesn't matter. But what if he sues you?"

"He won't." You dismiss easily as you watch the road as he drives before turning to him. "How do you know him?"

"How are you so sure he won't sue you?" Wooyoung avoids the question which makes you even more interested.

"Because he used to snort coke off of my back when I was seventeen." Wooyoung almost swerves to the other side of the street, you don't miss a beat before you repeat your question. "Wooyoung, how do you know him?"

"Y/N, what the actual fuck?!" Wooyoung freaks out, eyes wide but still on the road as he loudly chastised, "You can't just say shit like that!"

"Wooyoung..." You draw out and he glances at you before sighing, hands tightening around the steering wheel.

"I don't want to talk about it." He says softly but the sadness in his eyes doesn't go unnoticed by you. "Please just,... stop asking."

You slump in your seat again but eyes still on him. "Okay."

There is a moment of silence in the car, you check the time.

"We still have two hours to kill before we can head home." You press your lips together.

"We could go to a bar." He suggests before muttering, "Lord knows I need a fucking drink after tonight."

"You can't drink, you have to drive us back home." You remind and he groans, saying you have a point.

"Wanna go to McDonalds?"

"Sure." You nod, eyes glued to his side profile for a second too long.

It seemed like Wooyoung and you were more alike than you first thought. Both haunted by secrets and past hurt that neither of you were willing to share just yet.

Three days after that you come to the decision of paying Choi San a little visit.

Now, it was stupid. You were very well aware but the unknown between the two of you, how you stand with him now that all of his attention is on Boyoung- is starting to drive you insane.

And it's not like you only ever think about San. It's not! You have projects to turn in, midterms coming up, pilates classes and brunches your mother scheduled. You even start texting Wooyoung a little bit.

Your mom is overjoyed knowing that and every time she catches you smiling at your phone- she thinks it's Wooyoung, probably trying to flirt with you or something but in reality, he's sending you memes he finds on Twitter.

But then, all of a sudden, San would come to your mind and you just needed to know what happens next. Do you become the next Yeojin as Boyoung takes your place?

You were nervous as you approached the door of San's unit. A guy from the frat San was in was leaving the building and probably recognized you from all the times he's seen you around San so he let you into the building but you usually never showed up unannounced like this.

With a deep breath, you ring the doorbell and wait, praying to God that it's not Yeosang who opens it. Of course, luck is never on your side because that's exactly who greets you as the doors pull open.

"Oh, it's you." Yeosang huffs and with an eye roll moves to the side, opening the door wider to let you in.

"Hey." You greet, because unlike Yeosang, you actually have some manners.

"Don't be fucking loud." He says bluntly with a stoic face, already approaching the door to his room, "No one wants to hear you fucking."

And with that, he disappears closing the door of his room shut.

You're left in the narrow hallway alone and you wipe your clammy hands on your skirt, making a beeline to San's room.

Knocking on the door, you hear shuffling from the other side and the sound of the desk chair moving and footsteps approaching the door.

San stands in front of you looking as beautiful as always. Hair falling over his forehead, in a sweatshirt and sweatpants. His brows furrow when he sees you.

"Y/N." He utters, watching as you push past him and enter his space. "What are you doing here?"

"Uh," You squeeze your eyes shut, embarrassed by the excuse that's about to leave your lips. "I came here for my scrunchie."

"Your...your scrunchie?" San echoes behind you and your cheeks flush. He's looking at you like you're bullshitting him which you are. Well, you did forget a scrunchie at his place but you couldn't give two fucks about it.

"I left it here!" You respond confidently, licking your lips and trying to stop the rapid pounding of your heart. "I need it back. It's my favorite one."

"Well, do you know where it might be?" San asks, eyes roaming over his room like he didn't notice any of your things in it before.

"Uh, I'm sure it's here somewhere..." You drag out, bitting on your bottom lip as you gaze around his room as well.

It's messy but in an organized sort of way, his desk is filled with books and open notebooks with notes scattered around it. Clothes are pilled up on a chair next to his window which he uses to sit on when he smokes. The shelves next to it are still bursting with knick-knacks and among them, you notice your hot pink, velvet scrunchie.

"Ha!" You happily walk over to it and pick up your scrunchie and show it to him proudly, with a small smile. "Here it is!"

San only nods in response, observing you as you plop down on his bed with feigned innocence.

"So, what's up?" You ask, trying not to make the desperation for him as obvious. You doubt you're doing a good job.

"Just..studying." San answers quietly, he seems almost awkward standing by his door and it's confusing you.

You pat a spot on his bed, next to you.

"Why are you standing over there for? Come sit." And in two strides, San sits down next to you with his legs spread out as he leans his elbows on his knees, his hands intertwining in front of him.

"Did you need anything else or-?"

"How are midterms going?" You interrupt, scooting a little bit closer to him. He looks down to the small space left between the two of you but doesn't comment on it which means he isn't bothered by it. Which means you still have a chance. Right?

"Uh, good, yeah." He nods and it's so awkward. San looks so out of his element, like he wants to jump up and create as much distance between the two of you as possible and it brings a pang of pain to your chest.

"What are you studying?" You question again, gripping onto straws of any conversation and just hoping that you can spend some more time with him. It's been so long since you've seen him, since you've been with him.

You haven't been in proper contact with him since the night of the party where you caught him kissing Son fucking Boyoung. And the first time you see him after that, he's with her...again. But if things escalate between the two of you, as they usually would, then it would mean it's all good. It would mean she's just like the others, she doesn't mean anything to him.

Except she got to kiss him. And be held by him at a party filled by other options. He chose to be with her two times in a row now.

But whatever. That doesn't have to mean anything.

Maybe San just wants her in his bed that bad that going out of his way to kiss her is the only way to fuck her. She seems like a prude.

"Math. Error Control Coding." He carelessly responds, eyes roaming over his room again as if it's so fucking interesting. As if he doesn't fucking live here and isn't familiar with the layout of it. Why won't he look at you? "I don't think you know what that is,so..."

And there it is. The insinuation that just because it's math, it's automatically not your thing. Because you're stupid. Daft. Vapid. An airhead.

"Right." You whisper. You could let this upset you, you want to let this upset you because little to San's knowledge, your father had you attending math academies since before you entered high school. You won bronze two times in a row at the Korean Mathematical Olympiad. You were fucking smart.

But San didn't care before when he was fucking you regularly and actually bothered to respond to your texts so you'd be damned to bring it up now, when he barely gave you the time of day.

You have no other choice but to be the Y/N that Choi San is best familiar with.

"Are you stressed, Sannie?" You whisper, hand daringly running through his soft black hair. San turns to you with a sigh at the gesture and it's all it takes for you to climb into his lap.

"I can help, you know." You comment, lips ghosting over the freckles on his neck and pressing a kiss below his ear. "I can help you relieve the stress, San."

For the first time, San seems hesitant and his hands stay glued to the mattress as you continue to layer kisses over his neck. You feel like crying.

He's so unresponsive, so not into it as he usually was. And you have a hunch as to why. You know.

But you would only admit it to yourself over your own dead boy. She means nothing to him. She's nothing.

Son Boyoung is a mediocre nobody. She isn't the reason San is behaving like this. He wouldn't rather have her than you and she is not the reason why he pushes you away the moment your hand trails under his sweatshirt.

"I'm not in the mood, Y/N." He mutters, pushing you of his lap as he stands up.

You sit up on the bed, watching him as he sighs, pulling out a cigarette before opening the window to let the chilly air in. He doesn't look at you as he lights up the cigarette, only sits down on the chair not caring of the clothes pilled on it and you have to press your lips to stop the tears from falling.

He rejected you. Choi San just fucking rejected you. Holy fuck.

"You're not in the mood?" You ask sarcastically, fisting his sheets. He doesn't respond only blows out the smoke through the window.

"Okay, what is going on with you?" You cut right to the chase and San turns to you, probably surprised to see the way your voice takes a serious turn. He isn't used to it, you never use it with him.

"Nothing is going on." He shrugs but his careless attitude contradicts the sharp stare he gives you, "I just don't want to have sex. I'm allowed to not want to have sex with you, Y/N. I know you might find it hard to believe."

"Wha-" You gasp, chuckling in disbelief before, standing up to glare at him. "We don't have to have sex, San, but I haven't seen you in weeks. You could at least answer my texts."

"I was busy." Is his response. Simple and curt. It makes you want to scream.

"With what? Who?" You quickly attack because if he's going to dump you then you want him to do it to your face. You're too good to just get ghosted after a year of running after him and bending over backwards to please him.

"There you go again-" San huffs, rolling his eyes and flicking his cigarette. "It's none of your business."

"None of my business?!"

"Yeah, none of your business!" He snaps back at you for the first time ever. Your face is flushed from both the embarrassment of the rejection but from just the hurt and anger because this is unfair. "You don't see me meddling about who you're spending your time with, do you?"

"You are such an asshole." You whisper, blinking away the tears. You won't cry in front of him. You refuse. He already thinks you're a whiny little bitch, you won't give him a reason to think you're weak as well.

"Oh, am I?" San chuckles bitterly, "And why is that? Because I don't wanna fuck you? Princess doesn't get her way for once and suddenly I'm the bad guy?"

"You know why!" You snap loudly, hands balling into fists at your sides. "You know exactly what you're doing, San! You always did! I'm not stupid!"

By that, you meant that San knew you were in love with him. Of course he knew. Everyone who ever got involved with Choi San somehow managed to fall in love with him, one way or the other. Get trapped in his twisted games of push and pull until it left the other party broken and he just moved on to someone else.

"Well, if you're not stupid then you'd know what our agreement was about and you wouldn't be acting like this right now!"

Your mouth clamps up shut because you know he's right. Technically speaking, if you weren't in love with Choi San and you both still had the same agreement, you wouldn't give a fuck if he answers your texts or not. You wouldn't have bothered to go out of your way to visit him like this.

But you are in love with him, that's an undisputed fact.

He sighs, eyes falling shut as he takes a second to calm down. When he opens them, his dark orbs meet your own.

"Y/N, nothing is going on, okay?" He says quietly, he motions to his desk. "I'm just stressed and trying to pass my midterms."

San is lying. You know it. He knows it. It's bullshit.

But you're willing to play stupid once again, after all it's what everyone else expects of you.

So you feed yourself some more lies; Son Boyoung isn't the reason for your current predicament. She definitely isn't the reason why Choi San has, out of nowhere, turned into a model student apparently that even sex is something he turns down in favor of studying. And she certainly isn't the reason why he suddenly 'wasn't in the mood' to fuck you.

Lying to yourself brings nothing but pain in the long run and yet, it does comfort you for the time being.

"Fine." You hiss out, not being able to drop the bratty attitude no matter how much you want to. You grab your bag from his bed and head to the door with a huff. "Call me when you actually get your shit together."

"Yeah, whatever." He mutters behind you and you want to scream at the nonchalance that he treats you with.

You stalk down his narrow hallway, heading to the front door. Once again, the bane of your existence also known as Kang Yeosang, thinks that's the perfect time to refill his water bottle.

"Oh, well that was quick." He comments like a smartass. You don't miss the amused smirk on his pretty face, letting you know that he heard the yelling from San's room.

"Fuck off, Yeosang!" You snap as you fling the door open and stalk through it, slamming it shut behind you.

When you arrive home and fling yourself on your bed, you spend the remainder of the night staring at your ceiling where Miguel The Skeleton keeps dancing from one corner of the room to the other.

He has a cute little red bow wrapped around his neck now.

You watch Hongjoong copy something into his notebook as you wait for Mingi to show up in the library the next day.

Hongjoong's hair is split dyed, one half black and the other white and he's dressed in a colorful hoodie and has his big rectangle glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. He's so cute.

"I like your hair." You say mindlessly and Hongjoong pauses with his scribblings. He looks up at you with wide eyes.

"Thanks."

"Why do you sound so shocked? It looks good on you." You chuckle, brows knitting together.

"No, I..." Hongjoong laughs, shaking his head. "I know it looks good on me. I just had a feeling that you genuinely didn't want me around and that I was just annoying you by being around you when you're in here."

You stare at him, taken aback by the honest answer as your mouth hangs open and cheeks flush before you recollect yourself.

"That's not true." You say because you genuinely have nothing to say back and Hongjoong looks amused, mostly by the fact that he seems to have made the moment awkward.

He goes back to his scribblings and you fish for something to say. You don't know how to convince someone you actually like them as a friend because you don't like most of your other friends and they already know it as well.

"Uh, Mingi ripped me a new one for not having the practice books last time, so...I'm gonna go find them." You scramble to already stand up from the chair and Hongjoong hums in response.

He was so weird.

You shake your head and walk away to climb up to the second floor where the Computer Science section was.

There weren't many people in the library yet, mostly because classes were still being held. With a hum, you grab two practice books- one which you recognize because your professor mentioned it (and you have a feeling Mingi is the type of guy to never let you live that one down) and the other because it looked like it could be useful as well.

You're about to turn around and leave the section but hushed whispers and giggles make you stop in your tracks.

"San, knock it off!" Your throat seizes up and as if you're a robot, your feet move you closer to the source of the sound.

"Why? You like it." It's his voice. It's San. You've heard enough of his whispers to be able to recognize them anywhere.

You look through the small opening between a row of books and the wooden shelf and almost drop the practice books from your hands.

It's San and Boyoung and God, you're really fucking sick and tired of seeing them together.

San's arms are wrapped around her waist, face tucked into the crook of her neck where he seems to be placing kisses as she tries to push him away through giggles and with threats that she definitely doesn't mean because she looks like she doesn't want to be anywhere else but in his arms.

"Someone could see us." She whispers through a sigh as San places a kiss on her cheek and runs a hand through her loose hair.

"So what?" He shrugs with a smile. You can see his dimples and you want nothing more than to be able to hate them and him. And her.

"Can you just..." Boyoung pushes him jokingly one more time and San steps away with a breathy laugh but doesn't take his eyes away from her. "Can you just get me that book? You know, the reason I brought you here in the first place?"

"Oh, I thought you brought me here so we can make-out." He says and relaxes against the shelves opposite of you so you get a clear vision of him. He's still beautiful.

"San..." She whines in a soft tone that makes San smile the way he never, ever, fucking smiled at you and you feel your heart break over and over again.

"When will you let me take you out on a date?" San asks quietly and you can see Boyoung's face flush a scarlet red. It makes his grin widen.

“No.” You answer simply. “I just came here to talk to you.”

“Talk to me?” He asks but by the teasing tone of his voice and the smirk on his face, you know what he’s playing at. San didn’t want to seem desperate for anyone, it always had to be the other way around. “About what?”

“Just, you know…stuff.” Shrugging, you pursue your lips slightly in thought before deciding to bite the bullet. “Like, when you’re taking me on a date.”

You take pride in knowing that you caught him by surprise because his head whips to you for the second time, his eyes wide, brows raised and lips parted. It all falls into the water fairly quickly though, once he lets a laugh leave him.

“A date, huh?” And he’s back to his fucking work, screwing something in under the hood. His arms have oil stains on them and you shouldn’t find it as attractive as you do.

“Yes.” You say with the most confidence you could possibly muster, not letting your eyes falter for even a second from him.

“I don’t date, princess.” And San says it so softly, almost as if he’s trying to spare you the humiliation. But you never wanted to be spared.

The tears drop voluntarily down your cheeks and you press your lips together tightly to stop yourself from making a sound but your eyes can't look away from them.

"You..." Boyoung shakes her head, tucking herself into his embrace which he gladly accepts by wrapping his arms around her. "You're doing stuff to my heart."

San let's out a louder laugh at that and she smacks his chest gently to shush him.

"You're doing stuff to my heart too, baby, which is why I'm asking you out on a date." He looks down at her with a cheeky grin, "Do you want me to beg?"

His thumb is grazing her cheek and he's looking at her so lovingly. Then he kisses her gently and you have to get out of there.

The hinges are flying out, the door is falling off and the broken mechanisms are out for everyone to see as you run down the stairs of the library and to your table to collect your stuff.

You're crying, hiccupping, sobbing and everyone is fucking staring at you but you don't care this time. They can stare.

"Y/N?" Hongjoong asks hurriedly as you pack up your stuff as quickly as possible, you can't speak through the tears. "What's wrong? Where are you going?"

Throwing your notebook in your bag, you stop for a second trying to regulate your breathing before turning to him. "Tell Mingi I can't make it today."

"Wha- Wait, Y/N!"

He doesn't get to speak more because you're already out of the door.

Aroma Mocha is empty when you show up. If you weren't a mess, you'd wonder how this place isn't out of business by now but this time, you were glad.

You sit in the furthest corner, open up your sketchbook and start drawing as the tears fall. You manage to order a coffee through broken sniffles and you don't even care that the waiter probably thinks you're crazy.

You don't know how long you sit there. It could be hours. But your coffee is gone. You're about to order another when a strawberry smoothie is pushed your way.

Hongjoong slides into the seat opposite of you, taking off his jacket as he takes a sip from his own cup.

Neither of you speak, you just continue adding final touches to your drawing and Hongjoong is staring through the window next to you. You didn't even notice it started to rain.

"Mingi told me he saw you here, so I came." He says and motions to the pink smoothie in front of you, "Figured you had enough coffee so I ordered you something sweet."

You say nothing.

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." Hongjoong sighs quietly, eyes dancing to the rain outside again. "I just thought it would be better if you weren't alone."

Your eyes pick up at that and you focus on him. He's so small and gentle, with a heart almost too big for his own body and an insight on other people's feelings that could be nothing else but a burden.

"You were never annoying me." You start and he turns to you, "Sometimes, hanging out with you at the library would be the best part of my day, so...you were never annoying. I like spending time with you."

He nods with a small smile, you even notice a little blush on his face.

Hongjoong feels like a person you could tell anything to and he would never judge you.

"I feel in love with someone who I knew I should never expect anything from but I still did." You sniffle, dropping down the pencil. "And I don't want to talk about it but you need an explanation to what you saw today so there it is. I saw something that made me sad."

"Okay, thank you." He responds softly, eyes falling to your drawing.

You nod and say nothing more.

He clears his throat.

"Is that your new project?" He asks, motioning to your sketchbook in front of you and the drawing on the first page.

"No." You answer, pushing the sketchbook across the table and towards him. "It's just something stupid."

"It's really cute." Hongjoong smiles, staring at the sketch of the skeleton. His fingers trace over the words you've scribbled down as a title of the drawing. "Miguel The Skeleton. Are you going to turn this in somewhere?"

"What?" You scoff, "Of course not, it's horrible. I just draw stupid stuff like that sometimes."

Hongjoong seems deep in thought after he hears you, eyes glued to the paper in front of him before he looks up at you.

"Would you like to meet a professor of mine?"

The next day everything is officially over.

You walk into the cafeteria and spot San sitting at his usual spot along with Yeosang and Yunho but this time, there is a new addition to the group.

Boyoung is with them. Laughing at something Yunho said and eating her lunch, innocent and completely clueless to what's coming her way. The way San looks at her almost throws you off balance.

The way San looks at Boyoung is the way you look at him. The way your brother used to look at his girlfriend. The way Yeosang looks at-

This idiot. This fool.

San was fucking in love with her.

You walk up to their table with a bright smile at the same time San's smile fades once he catches sight of you approaching them.

"Well, isn't this just lovely?" You quip, throwing your bag down on the table and sitting right next to Yeosang.

"Oh Lord, here we go." Yeosang mutters but as always, you ignore him because all your attention is focused on the couple in front of you.

San is staring at you with hard eyes, you're not stupid and you know he's trying to tell you to keep your mouth shut with how hard he's staring at you.

But San always thought you were stupid before, so today, you'll be fucking stupid.

You turn to Boyoung who almost seems to shrink under your gaze and it causes your grin to widen.

"I don't think we met before. I'm Y/N." You hold your hand out to her and she clasps your hand in her soft one.

"Boyoung." She smiles timidly, eyes returning to her lunch and suddenly the table, which was filled with conversation before you arrived, is quiet.

"So..." You lean on the table by your elbows as you innocently look around, "what are we talking about?"

"Uh..." Yunho starts but is quickly cut off by Yeosang. The pretty Kang Yeosang who never spared you of his words before, so he doesn't this time either.

"It wasn't about you, Y/N. So why don't you leave?" He crosses his arms and looks to your side. You giggle.

"Careful, Yeosang. I can easily make it about me." You say with an easy smile as you make yourself comfortable in your seat. Yeosang pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue.

"We were talking about how Boyoung eats actual food, actually. Unlike some girls who think salads and a cube of cheese is enough to get them through the day." He smiles at you, knowing you recognized the jab and probably expecting you to blow up.

But Yeosang should've known better today.

Because it's not him you're going to go after. Not when Son Boyoung, pretty, innocent and timid is right in front of you.

Your eyes skip to her and you meet her nervous eyes. You don't really know why she's so scared of you, you haven't done anything. Yet.

As you look at her with dissecting eyes, you wonder if Boyoung's mother cooks her anything she wants when she goes home for the weekend. You wonder if when she was a teenager, did her mom allow her to eat as much as Boyoung wanted despite knowing she can gain weight. You wonder if her mother calls her every day to ask her if she is eating well.

Unlike yours who encourages you to skip meals. Unlike yours who made you eat steamed vegetables when the rest of the family was having delicious food. Unlike yours who strips you down every Sunday and makes you stand on a measuring scale.

"Yeosang." San warns and your eyes fleet to him. He's glaring at Yeosang, jaw clenched and it causes your own anger to spike.

Because the only time Choi San stood up to defend you against his friends was when he was afraid that you would take your anger out on his new plaything.

Your eyes are sharp and your smirk widens as you tilt your head to the side, fixating on Boyoung again.

"That's a really nice sweater, Boyoung." You compliment with a wide smile, eyeing the cobalt blue sweater she has on, "Really pretty color."

Boyoung's brows rise in genuine surprise before a small, shy smile settles on her lips and her shoulders relax. "Thank you."

You know you're going to hate yourself for it, it will eat you up inside. You've played the mean girl enough times but it was always to people who have wronged you. This girl didn't fucking deserve it.

But if there was anything you learned from your own mother- it was how to be a vicious bitch.

"And you know it's a good color when it looks good no matter who wears it."

Yunho's head slightly falls as a deep breath escapes him.

Boyoung's smile fades and cheeks flush as you just keep staring at her with a, now obviously, mocking smile. She looks around the rest of the table, eyes watering as the silence ensues.

"Y/N." It's San, his jaw is locked and eyes set on you. "Don't do this."

"Do what, San?" You ask innocently, leaning across the table a bit more to look straight into his eyes. "I just gave her a compliment."

He stays silent, all of them do but you can tell Yeosang is angry as well.

"So, Boyoung," You drive your attention back to her who sits with cheeks deeply red. "You're not usually the type of girl San is into."

Your eyes asses her once more, glossing over each imperfection that you know she is already aware of. She seems like the type of girl who is insecure in her looks, despite the fact that she's pretty.

"Y/N." San warns but you ignore him. You know he doesn't want to make a scene but you're not going without one.

She will go home tonight and compare herself to you.

Turning to San, you shake your head as a small laugh escapes you. Like the two of you are sharing an inner joke. But San is glaring.

"You would hook up with just about anyone these days." You comment to San like she's not even here. San places his hands on the table to stand up but it's Yeosang that speaks.

"Alright, that's enough! You've made your point, Y/N." Yeosang's face is red as well and you wonder if he feels partly guilty for Boyoung's discomfort.

"Oh, my point?" You mockingly smile. "I haven't even started making my point."

"Y/N, leave!" San is quick to intervene but you turn to Boyoung who looks like a lamb brought to slaughter.

A wicked smile grows on your lips.

"You're not that pretty and you're not that smart either if you believe you have an actual chance with him, so the only logical option is that you're a virgin." Boyoung's blush deepens and she blinks away the tears, you chuckle. "Of course. Of course San would be into that."

"Y/N, enough."

Looking into San's eyes you see nothing but hate. It only makes you desperate to hurt her more.

"He always had a knack for ruining things." Giving Boyoung one last look, she's crying. "I advise you to find someone in your own league and stick to them. God knows you wouldn't have many options-"

"Get the fuck up." San says standing up from his own seat as he glares at you. He's angry, you can tell. And it might even scare you a little.

You stand up slowly, trying to seem unbothered as you place your bag over your shoulder. San grabs you by the wrist and drags you out of the cafeteria, every single pair of eyes stuck to you as you grit your teeth and try not to stumble after him.

When you're in the hallway, he flings you away so fast that you almost stumble into the wall. You turn to face him with a glare of your own.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" San hisses as he steps closer to you so he wouldn't have to yell.

"Is it over? Is it over between us?" You ask in a shaky voice, all pretenses falling away. San looks at you like you're actually stupid.

"Over between us?! There is nothing to be over with, Y/N, we were never anything!" He spits out, looking at you like you're gum stuck to the bottom of his shoe.

"How can you say that?" You whisper, tears lining up and ready to fall. "We slept together for a year, San! Even if it was just sex, when were you planning on telling me!?"

"I don't owe you shit." He says lowly, getting even closer to you and making you back up into the wall.

"You do owe me that!" You exclaim loudly, pushing him by the chest away from you. "I deserved to fucking know!"

You near him now, pointing a finger at him. "We slept together for a whole fucking year. I'm not one of your one-night stands, I deserved to know that I shouldn't fucking wait around for you anymore!"

"Wait around for me?" San asks, his voice gruff.

You take a deep breath before looking up at him once again.

"I'm in love with you." You whisper and his face falls.

Before he lets out a laugh. You just stare at him, watching him laugh as the tears roll down your cheeks, staining the collar of your blouse.

"You're fucking crazy." San finally responds and you feel something in your chest hollow out.

"Don't call me that." You whisper, eyes going to the white tiles of the hallway.

"What? Crazy?" He asks mockingly, "It's what you are. You're fucking crazy."

"I said don't fucking call me that!" You yell out and even San is stunned by the volume before he opens up his arms taking a few steps away from you.

"Look around you." He motions to the hallway and the people shocked by your scream as they pass by and whisper amongst themselves. "You say not to call you crazy but look at the scene you've created in here, in there."

Your wrap your arms around yourself, leaning your back against the wall for support as your bottom lip trembles. You're almost too aware of the eyes on you as they pass by.

San steps closer to you again, getting so close that it's almost too hard to breathe.

"You're not in love with me. If you were, you wouldn't have just tried to ruin the one thing that makes me fucking happy. You're in love with the idea of me, Y/N." San whispers, "You're in love with the guy you met freshman year on that balcony after going through something enough to traumatize you and I comforted you."

"That's why I thought that you might change your mind!" You cry out to him but his eyes are dark and blank, "That's why I thought you might care because you were so swee-"

"I only said what I knew you wanted to hear and what I knew would get me laid."

You look at him in disbelief, mouth opening to talk but nothing comes out and all you feel is complete and utter devastation.

"Do you really think I gave a fuck about your crappy artwork or anything else about you?" San hisses, brows furrowed as he pulls his hand away from you when you try to grab it. Latch onto him.

Yeosang and Yunho are the ones to put up the pink tombstone and they leave shortly after. San is nowhere to be found. No one comes to your funeral.

It says; Here lies Park Y/N, The Dumbest Fucking Bitch There Ever Was.

Next to your birth date, the day that Choi San breaks you apart in the hallway of the main building on campus is engraved as the day of your passing.

"Whether you're in love with me or not, I don't give a fuck. Stay away from me, from Boyoung, from my friends. Stay out of my life because we're done."

#san x reader #ateez x reader #ateez angst #choi san

[thebridgetonarnia]

ive had some thoughts about a Try Guys AU for the fruity four, but mostly Steddie. so here we go:

In a fruity four try guys au Robin is Zack, Eddie is Keith, Nancy is Eugene, and Steve is Ned.

Except obviously Steve is genuinely a good “I love my partner” guy and the reason he never says their name is because they are very private person who does not want to be on camera.

Eddie is always joking with Steve that this partner of his sounds fake and Steve will always roll his eyes and say, “You’ve met them! Stop making the internet think I'm making up my SO.”

A large part of the fanbase actually ships Steve and Eddie because they’re dynamic in videos is always fun and lightly flirty. People also love the bromance and think their friendship is so pure and a genuine show of nontoxic masculinity.

Then everything changed when the pictures were leaked. Steve and Eddie were photographed at a concert dancing and hanging out, they also were photographed at a bar after where they were making out in the corner, probably thinking no one could see them.

The drama lasted a couple of days, people were blowing up their social media. A lot of people were saying things like, “We all as an internet need to find Steve's girlfriend and make sure she knows he's been CHEATING ON HER WITH HIS COWORKER!”

After letting everything simmer down they post a video to the chanel that's just steve and eddie. The two of them are sitting on a couch holding hands. They cut to the chase pretty quickly. 

“We all know why you're here, you would like an explanation,” Eddie starts. “I’m sure by now you’ve all seen the photos and the videos, and well, we are here to apologize… sort of.” There’s a shit eating grin on his face, that makes it clear that he’s not really sorry about anything.

“I have been in a relationship for many years with my partner, but what you all didn’t know is that my partner is eddie.”

“Yeah, a lot of you thought he had a girlfriend, which was very heteronormative of you.”

“Don’t mock the fans, I’m bi, I could have had a girlfriend.”

“Well you’re stuck with me now.”

“Yeah I am.”

Robin gags at them from behind the camera, “God, now that the cat’s out of the bag, you two are gonna be so much worse.”

Turns out they were keeping their relationship a secret because they wanted their channel to be about the work they were doing, not the fact that they were in a relationship, they also didn't want their relationship to become part of their job.

And, honestly after this reveal, the content doesn't change, they keep lightly flirting on screen, Steve just names Eddie now when he’s talking about his partner, they get married, and continue working together with their best friends.

And when they finally get married, they only release a 10 minute or so video of the day, because their relationship is still just theirs. They even have a child a few years down the road, and while they do post about the new addition to their family, they never reveal their kids name or gender, or even how their child came to be.

They attempted 1 singular video with their new kid and the numbers on the video freaked Steve out so much they scrubbed it from their channel and said, “Never again.”

Steve does make a lot of dad content though, he loves talking about being a dad and how much he loves his child and how much he loves Eddie and being on this journey with him.

It surprises literally no one when soon after they had their second child, the Try Babes create a nonprofit advocating for children in family channel vlogs.

#sab speaks #modern au #steddie

[seetangus]

Flowers - Azula x reader - part II

Part I, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, Part VII, [main masterlist]

Azula x gn reader, warnings: drama ig, requested by 🌹-anon

694 words, enjoy :)

There you stood, awaiting Azula in an ever growing state of nervosity. Suddenly you weren't as sure that your plan would work out. But even the best plan seemed like that in these moments, you told yourself. Surely everything would turn out just fine, wouldn't it?

Luckily, you were snatched from your thoughts by the sound of an opening door; the conference was over. Now it was time for the real panic to begin; you felt a shiver go through your body when Azula entered the hallway. Although it was hard to talk properly being this nervous, you called for her. Surprised, she turned around on the spot: "Y/n! What are you doing here? Why weren't you at the conference?" Normally, you would have been flattered by the fact that she had even noticed your presence the last few times, as you had only sat in the back, where visitors were accommodated, but her tone made it sound like a reproach. Well, almost everything she said sounded like that, so you should feel honored nonetheless.

But you didn't want to waste any more time explaining, so you went to her and said that you wanted to give her something, your voice becoming more and more of a whisper. Azula raised an eyebrow and gave you a skeptical look: "You want to g i v e something to me? I don't think that there is anything you could give me that I do not already possess, but if you insist on doing so I recommend you don't waste any more of my precious time, y/n." As always, Azula knew exactly the right words to make you feel stressed - and give you butterflies, because you got to hear her beautiful voice say your name, but really, it was mainly stress she made you feel.

Being unable to say another word, you held the cloth the flower was wrapped in in front of her and gently unwrapped it, showing the panda lily in all its beauty. You felt a blush take over your face, making you lower your eyes.

When her hands brushed yours while she took the flower from you, you felt a shiver run through your body yet again, but this time it was a warm one, one you wanted to feel more often. You looked at her again, trying to find any change in her features, if anything had changed at all, that was.

To your surprise she looked confused - as if she didn't know what to do in this situation. It was an expression you had never seen before on her face. And one you hadn't expected - she was Azula, she always knew how to act. Also, this couldn't be the first time something like this happened to her, surely she must have had many admirers give her flowers before, right? Suddenly the thought crossed your mind that you might be the first person ever to give her this kind of affection, but you did not have the time to think about it, as Azula finally began to move.

She had been alarmed by the footsteps of an Admiral who was coming in your direction from the conference hall, and she was quick to act. In an instance blue flame flared up and consumed the entirety of the flower, so that only black ash was left.

You felt nothing anymore. Not your sadness, your desperation, your anger or the trembling whisper that was supposed to be your voice when you tried to ask her why she did this to you. She couldn't hear your words as they were stuck in your throat, but for the first time she seemed to understand what you wanted to tell her nonetheless, being quick to answer: "You know that I don't like flowers, y/n, especially none from the earth kingdom, our enemy. It was better I end that plant now than to let it rot in my chamber." She nodded in the direction of the Admiral: "Also, you should be careful about giving gifts to members of the royal family when your superiors are around." She left without giving you the chance to answer.

#azula x reader #atla #atla azula #atla x reader #azula #azula avatar #azula x gn reader #azula x y/n #azula x you #fire lord azula #atla x you #x y/n #x you #x reader #x gn reader #avatar #azula imagine #azula ff #🌹 anon

[ozlices]

my mom has repeatedly dismissed the idea that she has favorites between us, and yet earlier this year she literally admitted to my face that she's prioritized my abuser over me bc she's 'going through worse stuff'.

and constantly. fucking CONSTANTLY i have to hear abt my abuser, how much she's 'changed' and 'loves me' and 'wants a relationship with me' etc etc etc

and the most draining part of all of this is that i busted my ass for multiple fucking years to finally break the shackles off and get the fuck out of here, only for a selfish, heartless, absolutely piece of utter and complete shit to damn me back here.

and now, im stuck in this cycle again. where spending EIGHT HOURS on the phone trying to get my phone shit settled, and being at my absolute fucking limit bc on top of dealing w that crap, i had to listen to my abuser and her kids screaming at the top of their goddamn lungs for the past two days, and snapping to shut the fuck up,, gets me dealing w my mother holding a grudge w me.

bc 'oh let me have kids and then maybe ill understand' IT'S LIKE THIS EVERY SINGLE FUCKING TIME SHE'S OVER HERE. AND SHE WAS LIKE THIS BEFORE SHE FUCKING HAD KIDS. THE BRUNT OF MY ABUSER WAS LITERALLY BEING SCREAMED AT AND BERATED BY HER OVER STUPID SHIT.

/IM/ THE ASSHOLE FOR BEING INSISTENT THAT SHE HASNT CHANGED ?!?!? WHEN SHE LITERALLY HASNT FUCKING CHANGED!!!?!?!?!? SHE'S /WORSE/ NOW /BECAUSE/ SHE STILL HAD KIDS ANYWAY WHEN LITERALLY EVERY SINGLE PERSON IN HER LIFE WARNED HER NOT TO BC WE ALL KNEW SHE'D BE A SHITTY PARENT. AND WOW, HUGE SHOCKER, SHE IS!!!

i made the decision when i was VERY young, but also old enough to realize just how deep rooted my trauma runs & how much it affects my responses to stress & other shit, to not have human children bc i fucking KNEW. no matter how much i try to be a nice person, no matter how good my intentions try to be, i can be very nasty. i can be harsh. i can be snappy. i can be violent. i can be completely apathetic to how my actions affect other people when i'm angry enough.

i ACKNOWLEDGE that shit. i will be the first to admit when i probably went overboard, but i am so fucking sick of being put in a position where if i dont apologize for being fucking straight up verbally, emotionally, mentally, or even physically abused, & responding to that abuse like any fucking body would, ESPECIALLY a person who has existing trauma, im an asshole.

im so. fucking sick. of being alive. this year has broken me. it really, truly fucking has. i lost EVERYTHING. i dont even have a fucking doctor. i am back in the house all my trauma happened in, damned by someone i thought was my best friend who looked me dead in my eyes a month after my daughter died in my arms & told me damning me back to the house every traumatic thing ive ever gone to 'wasnt her problem'. & having to be put right back in the cycles i brutalized myself to get out of.

and the worst fucking part is that this year has left me in such shambles from stress, i physically cannot pick myself up anymore. my alters can't pick themselves up anymore. we are all so fucking burnt out, and it is so fucking draining to lie to ourselves that hope is worth it when we had it all stripped away from us repeatedly in such brutal ways. nonstop. i swear to the moon herself, i mean it when i say not one single day this entire year has been peaceful. has been free from some degree of pain, or straight up agony.

i am tired of beating myself up for being angry. i am tired of being berated by other people for being angry. FUCK all of that shit. this year, and the shitty people who refuse to fucking offer me the same empathy they DEMAND from me, have fucking destroyed me. and i DESERVE TO BE FUCKING PISSED OVER THAT SO I FUCKING WILL BE IM FUCKING PISSED FUCK THIS YEAR FUCK MY ABUSER FUCK HER GODDAMN DEFENDERS FUCK THE BITCH WHO DAMNED ME HERE FUCK MY ENTIRE LIFE IT'S NEVERENDING BULLSHIT AND IM TIRED OF ACTING LIKE ANYTHING THAT'S HAPPENED TO ME WAS OKAY OR THAT I HAVE TO BE OKAY WITH IT!! NONE OF IT WAS OKAY!! IM NOT FUCKING OKAY WITH IT!! NOBODY FUCKING WOULD BE!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

#mine #vent #abuse mention// #i had to get all this out im literally so fucking pissed #i went to get food after starving all day bc my abuser was here #and my mom stood in the kitchen doorway and glared at me for almost a full minute #and when i snapped 'what' she cursed me out. bc. u know. #i fucking snapped hearing my abuser SCREAMING for two days straight. #oh but if /i/ have a meltdown where /i/ scream and throw a ~tantrum~? #then it's 'grow the fuck up. ur so immature'. #my sister is fucking 30 years old. and has NEVER fucking honed in her anger. EVER. #but IM the immature one here. not the 30 y/o with TWO CHILDREN WHO NEVER LEARNED TO CONTROL HER ANGER #im so done. #i literally bend over backwards being everyone's goddamn therapist #& then get told im a piece of shit when i too have human emotions & reactions to TRAUMA. #im done! im done. im done. #yall want a fucking apathetic snippy selfish piece of shit i always get framed as for being fucking burnt out after being brutalized #every goddamn day & losing everything in a year? fine. im done being a therapist for fucking free & suffering in silence alone #fuck this shit

[i-cant-stop-fandoming-help]

Mission; scarlet stars fantasy au (working on finding a name)

-Prologue; kayl-

Notes before story; i dont write multi chapter fics often. And character behaviors might not be 100% accurate to those when the full game comes out(relying on the demo rn), but im having fun! Also, since its still small, MSS was originally created by my buddy, boris! As an instaronpa. Now its becoming a full on game and hes directing it, alongside one other persob and a team. Id give the demo a try! Its on itch.io(? I think thats what its called).

Promotion aside, ive never written a huge fantasy stoey before. Mostly vampires n dragons. Ive been having fun with this though! I get to write and design fantasy appearances for the characters. (Still fighting the urge to give bear-taur mezsha a bear nose...).

Also, while i created a few ocs for this au, Ivernake is not one. Hes from the original mss!! (Not in the demo tho).

Cordelia and casper are two of said ocs. Others that might show up are; atlas, caspian, athena(named after the greek god), and a few unnamed dragon ocs.

Also i hope i wrote this right im not great at writing in the perspective of characters who are meant to be the big bads of the story. And i hope the hunters are written at least okay. I have covid rn and i havent been able to do anything othwr than write and overthink and im overthinking rn lol. Im trying. Not beta read really.

“Captain!,” A heavily scarred man shouted, holding onto a net and heaving it onboard, “We got one of them fish beasts!”

Kayl walked down the stairs very slowly, gripping the hand rail and walking to the flailing mermaid cautiously. “Get some water, now. We need them alive.” He ordered as he squatted down in front of them.

The crewmate scrambled away to grab a bucket, leaving Kayl to talk to the so-called beast.

“Oi,” he started, “What’s your name.”

The mermaid met his gaze, yellow eyes glinting in fear as they trembled. “...Cordelia.”

The red-head glanced over his shoulder as the crewmate returned. The bucket had droplets of water dribbling down the side, causing the mermaid’s eyes to widen in desperation. She reached her hand out and caught a droplet in her palm, sighing with relief and struggling to catch more.

“Cordelia. I have a deal for you,” Kayl said roughly, knocking on the deck to get her attention, “if you tell me where to find harpies and avians, I’ll set you free.”

The bluenette mermaid looked hesitant for a few seconds before she nodded. “Okay. There’s a a flock of harpies north of here. You’ll know you’re close to them when you pass a large oak.”

Kayl nodded, grabbing the bucket from his crewmate and splashing some water onto Cordelia. “One more thing before i let you out of the net, do you know if any of those birdies is in contact with a mage?”

Cordelia wrinkled her nose at that, slapping her tail on the deck in frustration. “I don’t. Please, let me free now.”

Kayl stood up with a sigh, waving his head. “Well, i am a man of my word… Casper, undo the net and toss the fish overboard. There’s one more of these beasts that I must talk to.”

-

The creature had been on the ship for days, refusing to address the crewmates or the captain. They had been starved, dehydrated, even threatened. But they refused to speak. Kayl was sure it’d change today.

“Moth,” he said smoothly, briskly making his way to the cage, “are ya ready to speak? Name first. And then I’ll ask questions.”

The moth-creature looked up gloomily, their eyes sunken with exhaustion and hunger and thirst. “...Ivernake.”

“I’ve heard of ya. Famous boxer, i think? Must make loooots of money. I got a proposal for ya; if you give us a few thousand gold, we’ll let ya leave! Deal?” Kayl stuck his hand in the cage, cracking a grin.

Ivernake scoffed, smacking his hand away. “You aren’t getting anything from me. No matter what you and your scum crewmates do, i’m not gonna give you anything for my freedom if it risks others like myself being hurt. I’d rather die.”

The captain’s face became a sneer. “Then die you will.” He hissed, drawing the sword from his hip and planting it directly in the middle of the moth’s back.

Just as he drew his blade out and let the boxer fall to the ground, his crewmates broke into a riot. “CAPTAIN!”, one yelled. “SHE’S BACK!” Another screamed.

Kayl dove for cover before looking up. That purple-haired vulture had made a return, her arms full of bottles and her wings flapping furiously against the wind.

Drop, smash, drop, smash. It started with small yellow bursts, but then it grew larger. The ship began to sink, the cages began to slip around on the deck. His crewmates were wailing and abandoning ship.

It took a lot of effort for Kayl to stand up, but he managed. The last thing he saw before he slammed into the water was the lifeless, unforgiving, eyes of Ivernake.

He didn’t feel remorse, though. He felt angry. He couldn’t die now, he refused to. He swam against the tide and gasped for air, watching as his ship sank to the dark abyss– and a feeling of hatred engulfed his heart. He watched as the vulture dove down for one single cage, dragging it up in her talons and calling for help.

Three more avians flew in and lifted the cage with the lifeless body inside.

How many times had that same group come to sink his ship, how many times had he lost a crewmate and some good money? He couldn’t keep count. He was mad, and he certainly wanted those birds gone for good.

-PROLOGUE: END-

#mission scarlet stars #mikas silly m:ss au #not tagging kayl because. idk i dont think he has a tag yet someone else can make it i think im responsible for chubee and aloiki and mezsha #s tags already

[truehappinessissonear]

im so normal about cxg

ive done a few,,, ig ramblings about this silly show and now i have tumblr so people who get it can see it. also i got in the top 0.05% for cxg for spotify wrapped i think that means i get bitches (real). this was done at like 3am in an airport so. ignore. typos and stuff. ALSO i literally wrote this as it came to mind so. yeah.

so we have Where's the bathroom which is a song about wanting to please a mother that can't really be pleased. "Where's the bathroom" comes from Rachel Bloom cus she said "thsts normally what a mum says to you after you haven't talked in ages". I think it especially applies to Naomi who cares little about Rebecca's happiness instead her own needs or her needs to project the life she wanted onto her daughter. The song is fastpaced and the lyrics change topic constantly to show how exhausting it can be to deal with Naomi. It's like running a fast race. Interesting the one slow part of the song (other than the break where Rebecca physically and lyrically gets to breath) is when Rebecca finally snaps and shouts, this part is slower and goes on for longer as (as Rebecca says) Naomi does anything to rub stuff in her face

maybe I shouldn't do this at 3am I'll leave stuff out

the reprise of "Where's the bathroom" is "There's no bathroom" which is sang by Weird Al (it was kinda an excuse to just let him be in the show) and people say it's random but let me think abkut this. Greg is trying to impress Rebecca. Compared to Nathaniel and Josh he feels like he doesn't stand a chance, due to Natheniels riches and Rebecca's history with Josh. So he buys a hot air balloon, and wears a rainbow tie because he's desperate to impress her similar to how Rebecca was desperate to impress Naomi. This song focuses on the one fact that there's no bathroom on the balloon and thst he'll have to break it to her. I think it's Greg's nervous mind worried thst she's gonna hate it.

But other times a bathroom is important in cxg -Buzzing from the bathroom -Thanksgiving -The club incident -Last episode -Some extent the headphones bathroom incident

quick fire round

Buzzing from the bathroom is Jim finding out he's not been pleasing his wife even though "they use 2 different positions every other Sunday night" and thst he'd not been pleasing her for 15 (I think it's 15) years. it's a ballad as this is a shock to him. he thought thst he'd been pleasing (impressing) her but in fact she never finished once, having to go off to the bathroom to do it herself

Thanksgiving Rebecca did everything to impress Josh and his family. She leaned the language a bit and cooked the food and she was actually impressing them (as for some reason they care about smarts even tho josh has 1 brain cell) valencia had been failing to impress them the entire time and thst caused strain between val and josh which was a win for rebecca as she could impress more. However then she got sick due to the food and ran to the bathroom where she had to sit for ages watching Val and Josh do it. In the end they please and impress eachother so much that they move in together, and Rebecca saw all this from the bathroom, where she started associating toilets with heartbreak

ALSO I FORGOT

the portapotty

The club incident happens after Rebecca tries to impress the 2 people who she cares most about in her life. Paula and Josh. Paula was mad at her due to a whole pregnancy incident and the fact thst Rebecca doesn't really,,, listen to people and often talks over them with her problems. So Rebecca babysits Tommy to get back Paulas friendship. However she gets tangled up because Josh is sick and she's trying to impress him by buying him soup, who he thinks is from his girlfriend. So when Rebecca goes to the club to tell him, and brings Tommy eith her Tommy gets lost and she looks for him with Heather. The two get stuck in the bathroom and watch Josh and Anna special hug/ref. Which they do because Josh is so impressed by Anna and Anna assumes she's gonna be impressed with Josh because he builds up this thing. So once again like Thanksgiving despite Rebecca's countless attempts to impress people, she fails in both ways and instead watches someone get pleased by Josh because of her work.Last episode we see the return of the dream ghost. Rebecca fell asleep on the toilet after drinking Joshs weird juice and is now dreaming about what she's supposed to do with her life. She has to choose between the three men who have been trying to impress her and OK I REALISE I SHOULDVE DONE THIS ONE LAST but she isn't impressed with herself- which she sees in her dreams because no matter what she's unhappy and depressed about her lifeThe the headphone incident is (spoiler( after rebeccas sui attempt her three friends stayed eith her the entire time and even slept outside her room to make sure she was OK. then she goes into a bathroom eith headphones and they all assume in a panic thst she committed suicide with Vals nail clippers. I wanna do a character study on val and this episode is important for it. Basically when she comes out Heather and Paula are like "we were so worried" but Valencias full on sobbing. The whole episode Val had been seen as a sort of performative activist about the whole situation but (I ACTUALLY DID AN ANALYSIS ON THIS SONG LIKE AGES AGO) as seen in this is my movement she does think this is for the best. She just wanted Rebecca, her first female friend to be ok. Val cares for Rebecca so much , in the episode...prior??? 2 episodes before maybe she tries to act like she didn't care. When they were searching she says "she's lucky she's cray because my earrings would've been the first thing to come out" insinuating she was gonna hit her. But would she actually?'- OK gotta stop. myself I was gonna delve into Vals character whoops. Uhm point is they're hard to make Rebecca happy and safe thst they become iverbearing and wantto follow her into the bathroom now the portapotty incident. this is at the taco festival in season 1 episode 4 and its at Greg and Rebecca's date. So Rebecca is trying to convince herself to stay with Greg, to settle for him. (I should've done this before the others( and honestly he's not that impressive at the date (hence the settle for me thing( but he doesn't need to be. They get along well and it's going well and it goes bad for completely unrelated reasons. Rather than be in clean bathroom this time Rebecca's in a portapotty and sings into the mirror (they literally recorded this live in the portapotty as "You can't fake a portapotty noise"-Rachel Bloom)

walking through the airport rn but BASICALLY!! how could I gorget the song Paula's stuck in the bathroom. Context is that Rebecca started being friends with Heather and Val so Paula and Rebecca started drifting and in response Rebecca triest o force a friendship. Then everything crumbles down metaphorically and physically and then Paula is stuck in the bathroom. OK DONE WALKING. Once again Rebecca was desperate to impress someone and this time it harmed them, it causes a big fight.in conclusion in cxgtoilets are a metaphor for wanting to impress someone

#crazy ex girlfriend #rebecca bunch #ramblings #i have autism #ilovecrazyexgirlfriend