#we knew it was coming for a while so it's not as bad as it could be we've had time to mentally prepare

[asapeveryday]

YOU BELONG TO SOMEBODY ELSE

Pairing: Nika Mühl x Reader

Warnings: smut, cheating (not on reader tho!!)

Summary: having a crush on someone who’s taken is complicated. Doesn’t stop you though! (I’m sorry)

A/n: was gonna be a Paige fic buttttt I’m in a Nika mood. ALSO PLS DONT HATE ME FOR THIS. It’s based off of a request +this song, I thought the concept was entertaining. I love Nika and her bf. This is fiction. Pls chill on me.

HER BREATH, harsh against your neck as she presses herself against you is enough to make your head spin.

She’s leaning half her weight on you, laughing against your skin at how you stiffen up. To Nika, it’s probably because she’s gross and sweaty. She doesn’t know it’s more because her touch prompts you to think thoughts you can’t shouldn’t think of her.

“You’re slow today.” She says cheerfully. “Don’t tell me you’re slacking now, baby.”

You almost shudder at the pet name but recollect yourself. “Since you’re so pumped up you shouldn’t need my support.” You scoff, playfully shoving the Croatian girl off of you. She fakes a stumble but gracefully catches herself.

“Careful! If I get hurt then you’re gonna hear from Geno.” She smiles.

You just shake your head, grinning to yourself. “Your bitching and moaning is ten times worse than the old man.”

The two of you walk around for a while. This was your usual routine, running your favourite trail twice a week, then walking for a bit before grabbing a bite to eat. Routine or not, it also happened to be your favourite part of the week.

Why wouldn’t it be? Seeing Nika like this; tight shorts stopping mid thigh, sports bra exposing her toned body and flashy belly piercing, hair pulled into a tight ponytail, giving you perfect access to the beauty that is her face.

Running with her meant being able to look at her without others around to notice, it meant listening to her breathing quicken and slow, or holding your own breath when she’d slightly pull up the edge of her shorts to examine the accumulating colour on her already tan skin.

To say you had a crush was an understatement.

“So,” you say, breaking the silence. “when’s your next game?”

Did you know when the next game was? Of course. You knew when all her games were.

“Day after tomorrow.” She grins, tilting her head signalling you to prepare for a question. “Am I gonna see you at this one?”

“Nika..” you force out a sigh. “Such bad timing. I have a thing.”

She raises her perfectly shaped eyebrow now, the look in itself is not alien to you yet still incites a drop in your stomach. You hate disappointing her time after time.

“Seriously? How do you manage to have a thing every single time I have a game?”

You shrug. “I’m sorry, Niks.” You frown, not lying. “I wish I could go,” again, not lying “but stuff just keeps coming up.” ok, now you’re lying.

She doesn’t say anything, just eyes you suspiciously.

“I might be free after though.” You sneak in hopefully.

“Fuck yeah!” She squeals, slapping your back. “Cus’ when we win imma need you right next to me partying.”

You smile at her hand on you, at her happiness with your presence.

“Wanna go eat now?” You ask. “I’m starving.”

A car pulls up by the curb the two of you walk through and lets out a slight honk.

Now Nika’s face scrunches up. “Oh (Name), totally my bad, I forgot to tell you I’m going out to eat with my man today.”

Fuck your man. “Thats okay Niks.” You say. “All good.”

“It’s alright anyways. I’ll be seeing you Friday night after we win, and hey, at least try to watch the game online!”

And with that you watch her scurry off towards the passenger seat and happily jump in, kissing her boyfriend on the cheek and buckling her seatbelt. Her boyfriend waves at you slightly, aware of your friendship with Nika but not so aware of your infatuation. You want to scowl, but you force a smile.

You’re there standing, watching as the car pulls away and starts on the road. You don’t miss how Nika turns around to hold your eye until the car fades out of your vision.

-

You don’t know how much longer you can do this.

How much longer can you go on with this? With overthinking every lingering touch, restraining yourself at the sound of her voice, finding ways to run into her, knowing her schedule, being there for her wins and losses, wishing ill on her perfectly boring friendly boyfriend.

With every stride of her muscular legs beside yours, matching your pace, synchronized breathing, eyes meeting each other on perfect timing every time, you refuse to miss how she begs for your presence at important events. She refuses to miss how you freeze at the sheer mention of her partner.

She’s moody when you arrive at the bar. It’s different from the usual post-game celebration spot, less frat-like and more artsy. Warm lighting, hip hop blasting, decor littered fittingly with NBA and WBNA players.

You can see her clearly, leaning against the bar with her arms crossed, her drink half full on the counter behind her. She smiles when Paige shoves her playfully, but it fades as soon as the blonde turns her back.

You swallow the thought that she’s like that because she thinks you’re not gonna show. You know if you encourage things like that, it’ll only get ahead of your better judgment.

That being said, you were sure to dress exactly how she likes sexy. Hair done with intricacy that almost warranted a breakdown, makeup natural and with intention, clothing showing off how hard you’ve worked on those long runs. The way her lips slightly part at the sight of you is enough to short circuit your brain.

Ignoring how her friends seem to share looks at your presence, you slide up beside her as smoothly as possible before taking a sip of her drink.

“Good game.” You smile.

“You watched it?”

“I always do.”

“Yet you never come.” She scoffs.

“I can’t.” You say through gritted teeth, and it’s the truth. If you saw her play in real life it’d only make you want her more. “But I’m here now.”

You bump shoulders with her. “I’m here to celebrate my Nika.”

“Your Nika, huh.” She turns to you, lips turning upwards into a dangerous smirk.

Before you can respond, Paige is beside you. Her cheeks are unnaturally pink and she’s laughing up a storm that only screams intoxication. “Last I heard this was a team celebration.” She grins. “We love you and all, but why’re you here?”

You’re embarrassed and unsure what to say, but Nika immediately speaks up.

“Cus’ I want her here.” She quips, not too hostile but still enough to get the message across. With her quick words and beautifully furrowed brows she’s practically written BACK OFF in sharpie on Paige’s forehead.

“Aight, aight.” Paige chuckles, hands raised in surrender. Her teammates just shake their heads, and soon enough everyone disperses.

Getting drunk with Nika was a rare but amazing once in a while occurrence. She was not the type to be irresponsible, but the two of you were approaching a dangerous zone after an hour or so of talking and drinking. She couldn’t get a word out without laughing, and you couldn’t stop bouncing your leg to distract yourself from pouncing on her right then and there in front of all the other college kids.

“Have you ever thought of cheating?” She finally manages to hack out between giggles. You’re in a daze at the question, it’s too much to handle combined with her flushed face and batting eyelashes.

“Cheating…like on my partner.”

“Pfft, yes, who the fuck else?” She throws her head back. “Have you even dated? I never see you with anyone.”

“I’ve dated.” You say curtly, downing your drink and ordering another. “My last girlfriend was five months ago.”

“You had a girlfriend when we met?” She asks, eyes wide.

“I did.” You scoff. “We broke up, hic, like a couple weeks after you and me started running.”

“Huh, weird timing.” She mumbles. Your heart literally skips a beat, and you almost choke on your own spit.

“What’d you say?”

“Nothing, nothing.” She rushes, waving her hand dismissively. A beat of silence passes between you and her.

“I have thought of it.” You sigh. “Of cheating, I mean. It’s kinda why I broke it off with the last girl. I felt bad.”

“You’re better then me.” She grumbles, rubbing her forehead.

“Oh?” You smile teasingly, leaning into her slightly. “Trouble in paradise?”

“He’s great.” She says, the words a frantic mess leaving her mouth. “He treats me good. I just have….” She says, trailing off.

“I just have doubts about him. And interests in someone else.” Nika exhales, lips attaching to the rim of her drink and eyes flitting to yours. She’s saying something to you with her expressions alone, dissecting her words was a whole other job.

“And does this person share your interest?” You mumble, shifting in your seat.

“I dunno.” She shrugs. “I see em’ a lot. She looks at me like she’s interested, but she doesn’t get too close.”

“She doesn’t?”

“Nah, she doesn’t.” Nika shakes her head ever so slightly. “I’ve tried to get her with me more. Y’know, good seats at my games, drinks with my friends. She’s always busy.”

You can’t help but shudder at how she licks her lips in between words as her eyes search your face for any sort of reaction.

“Maybe she’s thrown off by that boyfriend of yours.”

“Do you think if she knew the boyfriend wouldn’t stop me, she’d still give it a chance?” Nika says slyly,

“Hm.” You say, legs pressing together. You can feel your pulse in your pussy and it’s getting hard to ignore. You consider your options before settling with “with a grand gesture to prove it, I don’t see why not.”

“Grand gesture, huh.” She leans into you, her lips just grazing your ear. “I might have something in mind.”

And with that, you’re on your feet and being led by hand through what feels like masses of people. You almost stumble at one point, head slightly spinning from the alcohol in your system and the speed she’s pulling you, but she doesn’t stop. There’s a twinkle in her eye that excites you to your core.

You’re embarrassed immediately when you enter the washroom and there are two girls by the sink touching up their makeup. You and Nika stand by the door excruciatingly awkwardly, her hand tight around yours.

The girls notice the shift in the air, or perhaps it’s Nika’s hazel eyes shooting a glare only opposing teams usually see that causes them to exchange a knowing look and leave as swiftly as the two of you came in.

In an instant her lips are on yours. You find yourself wishing you weren’t so drunk, you’ve only been fantasizing about this kiss for the five months you’ve known her and the three months prior you noticed her around campus. Despite the speed you hope to remember every breath in excruciatingly slow detail.

It’s a rush so aggressive you wonder if she’s making up for lost time. Your back hits the wall for a moment before you’re hoisted up onto the sink. When you let out a gasp she finds opportunity to meet your tongue with her own, deepening the kiss.

“Do you actually want me?” You whisper between kisses, feeling her brows furrow at your question. “Or is this just something to get back at your little boyfriend.”

“Don’t even start.” She snaps, pulling away from you ever so slightly. Her calloused hands are firmly planted on your hips, and her lips are hovering just above yours. It’s impossible to for you to hold any eye contact at this proximity, but she doesn’t struggle at all. “Why d’you think I always want you with me to celebrate n’ not him?”

You just shrug, feeling a wave of discomfort wash over you now.

She places a chaste kiss on your lips, different from the ones before. “I’ve never asked him to come with me to a bar with the girls. I’ve never asked anyone who isn’t on the team except for you.”

Now her kisses are trailing down your neck, she’s licking spots softly before sucking on the supple skin so tenderly, unmatched compared to the earlier feverish pace. “I’ve literally been begging you to come to my games, babe, begging.”

Now you scoff. “Are you serious? Do you think that makes it obvious you want me?” You say, attempting to keep a steady voice though it’s so hard when she’s nipping at you and tainting your skin purple and pink with lovebites.

“I’m sorry.” She whispers, her breath now warm between your thighs. “Can I make it up to you?”

You stare at her, pouting. You want to say no so badly, you want to push her away and tell her she’s awful for this, but you know you’re no better. You know your touches linger too long on her back, you know the way you think about her makes you just as guilty, which is why when you see her begging between your legs there’s no possible answer you could give other then yes.

And with the utter of your approval Nika is diving headfirst into the current you’ve both been swimming to avoid, her skilled hands holding your skimpy underwear to the side as her lips plant kisses near and on your pussy. You open your legs wider for her, and to thank you her tongue swirls manipulatively around your clit.

The bathroom is starting to blur through your vision, throwing one hand over your mouth to stifle too-loud-sighs while the other hand grasps Nika’s brown hair.

With every huff, whine and jolt she sends through your body you feel a growing sensation in your core. The brunette girl laps at your folds, sucking on your clit while her fingers tease your entrance. The combination of her fingers and mouth turn your sighs to whines and quiet cries of her name.

“See how sorry I am?” She mumbles between your legs. “So, so sorry baby. I shouldn’t be playing with you like that and assuming you know what I want.” Nika smiles, every word spoken sending shivers down your spine.

“S’okay.” You exhale. “Don’t stop.”

Once her fingers find the perfect pace she rises to meet your lips. Her kisses are passionate and messy, you couldn’t care in the slightest though. With every bite of your lip and curl of her finger you feel closer and closer to the edge.

“You close?” She whispers, and you nod timidly in response. Nika gives you the sweetest smile as she pumps in and out of you, your breathing is frantic and somehow in sync with hers. You think about how many times you’ve been so synchronized, but never like this. She bares a triumphant look, maintaining eye contact when you climax all over her fingers. Nika presses sweet kisses to your lips and you bask in the realization of what has just happened.

For a moment, just a moment, you forget she belongs to somebody else, because in this moment she is yours.

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[aeliuss]

kiss me or hate me (kiss me)

when god made you, he built you all wrong. sown your heart on three times too large and your lungs three times too small, and you knew it was so because although you knew he was bad news, you couldn’t quite catch your breath around him. he is something holy, you swear he is. when he carves his hips into yours, when his lips linger on the soft flesh of your throat—he could tear you open.

you would let him. let him love you the way a vulture loves a carcass, neck dipped low in worship as it feasts.

your parents hate the way you’ve stopped going to church to be with him. hate that your even with him, but what do they know of love? you try to explain it to them, but the words get tangled in your throat, coming out wrong. they see only rebellion where you see revelation, only sin where you see sanctity.

you spend your nights wrapped in his arms, your days lost in thoughts of him. the world narrows to the beat of his heart against your ear, the whisper of his breath against your skin. his presence is a prayer you never learned, a hymn that rises unbidden in your throat. you abandon the familiar pews and hymns for the unknown verses of his touch, and every kiss is a communion, every whispered word a confession.

you start to think that maybe love is its own kind of faith. you wonder if god made him just for you, a test of your devotion, a challenge to your beliefs. you wonder if redemption could be found in the curve of his smile, if salvation could be written in the lines of his hands.

“I don’t love you,” he is sitting up on the bed, back to you, hips still tangled in the white sheets as he smokes a vape. “you know that, right?”

you know. you tell him so from where you lay on the bed, a foot away from him. naked, if not for the duvet. you swear you can make out a halo from the curls of smoke around his head.

he exhales sharply, shoulders shaking with laughter, twisting to face you. “god, you’re fun.” he murmurs against your lips. “did you know that? how fun you are?”

you don’t answer. don’t get the chance to, because he is pressing against you, and your blur into him once more. you don’t know where he ends and you begin.

“do you believe in redemption?” you ask him one day, your voice barely a whisper.

he snorts, a short, sharp sound that cuts through the silence. “redemption is for people who think they need to be saved,” he says, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin. “do you think you need to be saved?”

“do you?”

“do I look like I need to be saved?” his touch is not unlike a feather against your hip. it makes it difficult to focus. “I don’t know,” you murmur, cupping his jaw. “sometimes, you look very sad.”

you’ve never caught him off guard before. but that night you swore you saw the glitter of tears in his eyes, though you don’t feel them when he buries his head into the crook of your neck.

“maybe we can save each other,” he mumbles after a while.

you hum softly, considering his words, the weight of them sinking into the silence between you. maybe it's true, maybe you can save each other. the idea flickers like a candle in the dark. fragile.

but as the days pass, you realize that love alone cannot mend all wounds, cannot erase all sins. he is still the same flawed, broken boy you fell for, and you are still the same church girl with a heart too big and a faith too fragile. you cannot save him, no matter how desperately you try.

yet you try. because god has sown your heart on three times too big and his three times too small and when you are together, you are clashes of teeth and elbows, of long limbs and wandering fingers, of sanctity and sin.

because he is your religion and you, a dutiful worshipper. because it was always meant to end this way. his teeth on your throat. a vulture feeding on a corpse.

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[hangesbabymomma]

₊ ⊹🏢 Need you now

warnings/content - office sex, p in v, wall sex, fingering, praising, pet names (baby) // paring - ceo!nanami x fem!reader // summary - nanami decided to bring you to the office and you wanted him so bad. still, you couldn't wait until you both returned home.

You and Nanami were sitting in his office. You were in his lap while he paid attention to his computer, one hand on the keyboard and the other wrapped around your waist. His hand was a little too close to your crotch and you felt butterflies in your stomach. You needed to fight your urges to initiate anything in his office but you knew you could never ignore this feeling for long.

“How much longer until we leave?” You asked with a slight whine. Nanami let out a small sigh before he paused his typing.

"An hour," He answered as he started typing away again. You let out a quiet whine, shifting in his lap a little. Nanami lets out a slight groan while he grabbed your waist to hold you from moving.

“Don't move like that...” Nanami quietly spoke as he loosened his grip on your waist.

“Why not?” You asked teasingly, shifting in his lap again. He let out another low groan, his breathing hitching in his throat.

“We shouldn’t be doing this in my office,” Nanami whispered while his hand clung onto your waist again.

“I can’t wait, Nanami. I need you.” You stood up from his lap, turning around and sitting back in his lap facing him. “Now.” Your eyes met his for a brief moment as Nanami took a deep breath, sliding both of his hands down your waist.

“Alright,” He paused, “You have to be quiet though.” You nodded at Nanami’s words before you leaned in and connected your lips to his. Nanami had a firm grasp on your hips as both of your tongues danced together. Nanami decided that chair wasn't sturdy enough to hold the both of you so he picked you up and pinned you against the wall, your legs hugging his waist on instinct. You both continued to make out for a bit more until you felt Nanami's cold hand slide down your clothed slit.

"You really couldn't wait, huh?" He chuckled at the wetness of your cunt. You were about to speak but Nanami had already slid his hand in your underwear, his fingers rubbing along your warm core with you letting out a small moan in response. His fingers worked away at your wetness as your legs began to tremble and shake around his waist. He started doing a scissor motion with his fingers, stretching you out as he did. You let out more moans as your nails dig into his clothed shoulder blades.

"Let's make this quick, hm?" Nanami whispered before moving one of his hands down to unbuckle his belt. After that, he unzipped his pants and pulled them down a bit. He then took his other hand and hooked his fingers around the band of your panties before gently tapping your thigh, signaling you to lower your legs. You complied and took your legs off his waist so he could slide your panties off. After he threw them to the side, he lifted you back up and against the wall. You wrap your arms around his neck as you leaned in and kissed him. Nanami kissed you back and with a swift motion he thrusted up into you. One of your hands immediately went to his blonde hair, your moan breaking up the kiss.

“Nanami…!” You breathed out. Nanami buried his face in the crook of your neck, groans and huffs coming from his mouth.

“Shh… be quiet, baby. You don’t want people to hear, do you?” Nanami whispered before thrusting into you rougher and faster. You and Nanami knew you couldn’t stay quiet to save your life. You bit back your moaning and whines as you closed your eyes. Your nails were gripping and clawing at Nanami’s body, you couldn’t handle the challenge he gave you. Nanami let out a breathy chuckle at your efforts.

“You’re doing such a good job. Keep at it for me,” He whispered, kissing gently on your neck. Your muffled noises threatened to break through your lips. The pleasure was too good to handle. You untucked your bottom lip from your teeth and let your heavy pants flow in the office. Nanami marked your neck with his love bites, not caring that people could possibly see them once they left. Nanami sped up once more and you felt your legs shake from the friction.

“You’re close already? I thought you could hold off longer than that,” Nanami teased with a slight laugh. You rolled your eyes at his teasing.

“Shut up…” You rasped out, that familiar knot appearing in your stomach. He let out another breathy chuckle at your words before pounding into your poor cunt. You gasped loudly and before you could warn him, you already came. Nanami wasn’t too far behind as he came deep inside of you, a mixture of both his and your cum dripping out on the office floor.

“God… I needed that.” Nanami panted out. You giggle at him before you gave him a lazy kiss.

“Let’s get cleaned up before someone knocks on the door,” You said. Nanami nodded in agreement, putting you on a leather couch he had in his office to let you rest. You closed your eyes with a sigh of contentment. You were finally satisfied after being pent up this whole day.

a/n: It’s been a while y’all my fault 😭 been busy with school but since my summer break starts with week I’ll be able to post more 🙏🏽 Also happy Pride month! ❤️

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[enwifen]

────── 𝓒AMPUS CUTIE ྀི ࣪ ⊹ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

< 심재윤 x fem!reader >

𝜗ϱ ⋅˚. ──── in which everyone on campus wishes they could be you, the “campus cutie” who is also sim jaeyun’s girlfriend. wc. 1.1k

I don't need, I don't need, I don't need 어떤 golden ticket도

All I need, all I need, all I need 내 자신을 믿는 것

Your head absentmindedly bops along to the catchy beat, eyes looking from side to side to try and spot a familiar dark-haired man. You pay no mind to the curious stares and points that come your way, happily in your own bubble.

“Isn’t that L/n Y/n?” One person whispers.

“How is her hair so long and shiny? The heat’s made mine go all frizzy…”

“Is she even real? Her skin’s so clear…”

“You know how she’s a straight A student? rumour has it she’s never failed a single class.”

“I wish I had her closet… or even her style— I wish I was her.”

These were only a few of the comments you had heard whilst walking around campus, having grown tired of standing and waiting around. You had never intended to become any kind of ‘popular girl’ once college had began but, you had to admit that you did enjoy the attention from time to time. The ‘campus cutie’ was a pretty cool title too, never failing to crack a smile any time you heard it.

Nobody’s life was 100% perfect but you liked to think you came pretty close. You had a loving and supportive family, great friends and—

“Baby! Over here!” Jake calls.

A super cute boyfriend.

A wide smile spreads across your features as you run over to him, softly colliding with his chest. His muscular arms come to wrap you in a hug, squeezing comfortingly. “Sorry, did I make you wait long?” Jake asks, tilting his head.

“Not really, I just got bored of standing around.” He coos at affectionately pats your head. Reluctantly you pull away, getting a chance to fully take in the beauty that was Jake Sim.

His outfit was simple today, a white shirt paired with some jorts. The thick frames that sit perched on top of his nose adds a cute, nerdy boy-next-door type vibe and you love it.

“Hello? Earth to Y/n?” He chuckles, watching as you shake your head a little to regain focus. Jake’s hand easily finds yours as you begin the walk back to your shared apartment, ring clad fingers slotting perfectly in between your own. “It’s real hot today, wanna get something to drink?”

“Ooh sure! What drink are we thinking?”

“Hmm… Tapioca?” He grins at your excited gasp. This man knows you too well.

The courtyard was a beautiful sight in summer. Fresh flowers blooming and clear water sprouting from the fountain, it was actually known to be a common spot for couples to hang around.

Jake was a confident guy. You could tell just from how he carried himself and from how he spoke, Jake knew how much of a hotshot he was. Like you, he had straight A’s and was even the leader of your university’s science club. It’s a known fact that girls love hot guys, especially ones who were smart like Jake.

You’re not surprised when you see a certain trio walking your way. They giggle, twirl their hair and bat their eyelashes at your boyfriend. Hoping, praying that they have even a sliver of a chance with him.

The main girl of the ‘Jake fan club’ steps forward. “Jakey~! I saw you in class today, why didn’t you say hi to me?” She pouts, attempting some sort of innocent doe-eyed look that’s supposed to make Jake feel bad, you guess?

“Ah, sorry, I must’ve not seen you.” Jake responds, smiling apologetically. You can tell he doesn’t really care, if this were you talking he’d be spewing apology after apology followed by kiss after kiss.

“Really? But I—”

“Sorry, Seeun, was it? Me and my girl have somewhere to be so if you wouldn’t mind…” Seeun’s eyes briefly flicker to you and give you a once over. Jake gently tugs you away before she can say anything else.

The trio is left standing alone, looking stupid. All eyes are on them apart from the one pair they wanted.

“Trying to talk to Jake like that while he’s with y/n? That’s so…”

“Y/n and Jake go so well together, I can’t imagine anyone better for either of them.”

“Right?! They both look like models, I’m kinda jealous…”

You giggle quietly at the last comment that manages to reach your ears. “Me? A model?” You laugh.

“What’s funny about that? You’re pretty like one and you have great charisma too… maybe you should look into it.” You feel your cheeks warm up at that, a soft chuckle leaving your boyfriend as he teasingly pulls you in to ruffle your hair. (He fixes it afterwards of course, knowing how much effort you put in to style it prettily each morning.)

A contended sigh leaves your lips once you enter the small tapioca store. Not only did it have the best drinks it had the best air conditioning too. The small jellies burst in your mouth causing a sweet peachy flavour to bless your tastebuds.

“Is it good?” You hum happily.

“Wanna try some?” Jake perks up and the imaginary fluffy, golden tails wags excitedly as he nods. You exchange drinks and he has the same, if not more enthusiastic, reaction.

“If you’re all cooled off let’s head out? There’s a nice park nearby.”

“Sure.”

The two of you finish your drinks and dump them in the nearest trash can, finding a cute little bench to sit on. Well- for Jake to sit on while you take his lap, of course. His head rests against your chest, your hand gently playing with his newly cut hair. A comfortable silence settles between you both.

“…I kinda wish I wore a jacket.”

“Hm? Why? It’s hot as hell out here.” You joke. Jake pouts, softly squeezing your bare thigh. “Oh.”

He chuckles. “Yeah, oh.”

“At least it’s not windy?”

You giggle as his head whips up to look at you. “Mean.”

“Sorry, sorry~”

“You know I don’t like other guys being able to see my pretty girl’s thighs…”

“Ooh that rhymed!”

“Y/n.”

You smile, cupping your pouty boyfriend’s cheeks. “There’s no need to be jealous, babe, you know I’m all yours~” he seems to be reassured, absentmindedly rubbing your bare skin as if to warm you up from the nonexistent cold.

“I know but… a little proof would be nice.” You roll your eyes playfully at his cheeky grin, kissing him sweetly on the lips. You can still taste remnants of your peach tapioca when you pull away.

“Was that enough proof for you?”

“Mm… I think I need a little more to build your case.”

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[ericshoney]

Interrupt ~ Sturniolo Triplets

Summary: You agreed to film a car video with the guys but you couldn't help keep interrupting Nick due to your random thoughts, resulting in a fight.

Warnings: Shouting, swearing, ADHD!Reader, argument, angst with a happy ending.

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Today you had gone to hang out with your best friends, agreeing to film a car video with them. The guys knew about your ADHD and being an influencer yourself, you were open about it on the internet.

All four of you were sat in the car, eating McDonald’s happily as Nick began to intro the video.

“Hey look at this funny TikTok I found of a dog!” You shouted, cutting Nick off.

You showed the video to the boys, Nick sighing as you did. All of them loved you and helped where they could with your ADHD, but they weren’t professionals.

Nick continued to talk about the video topic, however you kept interrupting him. It was like Chris but worse and Nick started to get angry.

“Shh! Your on time out for a minute!” He shouted, setting a timer on his phone, as Chris and Matt both laughed.

You pouted as he kept taking, Matt and Chris taking as well and as soon as the time stopped, you talked again.

“I think that food looks disgusting! I mean dog food looks better!” You shouted, looking at the gross food.

"Okay, what about thi-" Nick began saying, but you interrupted him.

"Oh remember that TikTok of that guy who tried dog food!" You shouted.

"Shh!" Nick exclaimed.

"Go Nick." Matt said.

"I'm trying!" He responded loudly.

"Dude calm down." Chris said.

"No! I'm actually getting pissed off now. She's constantly interrupting me every second! Like at least you keep your mouth shut for a bit, Chris." Nick responded.

You frowned a bit, Matt already turning the camera off, knowing none of them wanted this footage to be recorded.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean too." You apologised.

"You always say that, but you keep doing it. Like shut the fuck up and let someone else speak! You can't blame your ADHD all the time!" He shouted.

You fell quiet and looked out the window, feeling your heart sink. You had forgotten to take your meds this morning, resulting in you being extra loud and bubbly. They guys didn't know this though.

"Let's carry on, shall we." You said quietly.

"I promise I won't interrupt you Nick, or Matt or Chris. I promise to keep my mouth shut." You added.

"No, kid. We're not filming right now. I'm driving home and we can continue filming another time." Matt said, starting the engine.

Chris had agreed while Nick remained quiet. He instantly regretted shouting at you, especially hearing your apology for no reason.

When you all returned home, you rushed to Matt's room, taking shelter in there, as Matt slapped Nick around the head.

"Hey woah!" He shouted.

"Dude you fucked up." Chris said.

"I just got angry alright, I shout at both of you sometimes." Nick responded.

"Yeah and we take it differently to her. Plus you know she can't help it with her ADHD, why use that against her." Matt said, disappointingly.

"I know and as soon as I said it, I felt bad." Nick admitted.

"Go tell her then, bro!" Chris called.

Nick came to Matt's room and as soon as he heard you crying, he felt his heart break instantly. He walked in coming over and hugging you tightly.

"I'm so sorry sweetheart, I didn't mean anything I said. I was just a bit angry and I know you can't help it I really do, I'm sorry and know it's a fucked up thing. I get if your angry at me." He apologised.

"Didn't have my meds. I forgot." You admitted.

"Kid, why didn't you tell us?" Nick asked softly.

"Scared you'd tell me off or something....but that already happened." You answered.

"I'm so sorry again. I really am." He apologised again.

"If your willing, how about Chris, Matt and I help you try and remember your meds? Come up with some sort of plan that we'll stick by too, then we help you out and something like this won't happy again." He suggested.

"You....You want to help me?" You asked in shock.

"Of course sweetheart. I'm so sorry again for shouting at you, I should have checked if you had your meds or needed time to regulate before jumping to being a asshole." He replied.

"Thank you." You said, giving him a small smile.

"Your welcome and I'm so sorry again." He said.

You smiled and hugged him, happy he apologised and knew he was going to do better to help you and make up for his mistake.

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[strlvvr]

my best friends brother (is the one for me) - part four

ahhh finally i finished part four. this was so hard for no reason

read part three here!

word count: 1014 words

warnings: slight angst?

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i looked up from my phone when i heard knocking on my front door. i paused my movie and got up, knowing exactly who was at the door. i walked down my stairs and opened the door, seeing matt already biting his nails.

“why weren’t you answering your phone?” he said, relieved to see me in one piece.

“i didn’t feel like it.” i said, turning around and walking back into my house, knowing he was going to invite himself in no matter what.

“y/n please. what is going on? you’ve been off all day.” he pleaded with me, following me into my kitchen.

“i’ve been off? what about you and how you’ve been acting since nick walked into your room this morning?” i retort, starting to get angry with him. he’s done nothing but ignore me all day, only taking time to say something to me when it’s convenient for him. on his terms. 

“y/n..” matt pleaded.

“no i don’t wanna hear it,” i snapped, “you do this every time something between us ever happens and i’m sick of it.”

“i’m sorry, okay?” he yelled, throwing his hands up and into his hair. 

“for what? for ignoring me all day or acting like you like me?” i yelled back, immediately turning around so he couldn’t see the tears forming in my eyes. 

he stayed quiet, and when i turned to look at him, he was on his way out the door. 

once the door closed behind him, i sighed, unable to stop the tears falling. i shouldn’t have let myself believe that he could ever want me. 

i collected myself and went back to my room, hoping that watching my movie would take my mind off what had just happened. i grabbed my phone, going into matt’s contact. i stared at it, debating on texting or calling him. after a while, i threw my phone across my bed, paying attention to the movie playing. i ended up falling asleep half way through it.

i woke up to my phone ringing. i ignored it, thinking it was matt calling me. it rang again and i picked it up, seeing it was nick calling me. 

“hello?” i answered, still half asleep.

“do you have any idea why matt is all pissy?” nick asked immediately.

“i don’t know, he came over ‘cause i wasn’t getting his calls since my phone died on my way home,” i lied, hoping he wouldn’t see through it, “he seemed pissy when he got here though.”

nick groaned before replying, “we were supposed to film a wednesday video but he hasn’t come out of his room and is ignoring me and chris.”

i felt bad, knowing this was partially my fault. “i don’t know, i’m sorry.” i said, grabbing my remote and turning off my tv.

“no it’s fine, i was just wondering if you knew anything.” nick said before saying goodbye and hanging up.

i stared at my ceiling, wondering what was wrong with him. i couldn’t stop my mind from telling me that maybe he does have some sort of feelings for me. 

i grabbed my phone and started drafting a text to matt.

‘can we talk? i’m sorry’ i stared at the text, debating on sending it or not. my thumb hovered over send before deleting the message. i threw my phone down and decided to go grab some food. 

i open my fridge, finding some grapes i had just bought and put some in a bowl. i walked over to the couch and sat down, thinking about the conversation between me and matt. i regretted what i said, overthinking it way too much. 

what if what i said made him think i had feelings for him? i thought about what nick said about matt. what if he felt the same? 

i saw a car, similar to matt’s, outside my house. it couldn’t be his, especially not with the way we left things. 

i heard a knock on my door. i got up, my heart racing as i go answer the door.

“look i don’t want to leave things how we did, and again you aren’t answering you’re phone. god why can’t you just answer your damn phone,” matt pushes through me, clearly out of breath.

“my phone is in my room..” i trailed off, letting him continue his rant. i followed him into my room, he grabbed my phone and handed it to me.

“i’ve texted you about fifteen times, called you three times. you worry me,” he looked at me softly, “please. just keep your phone with you.”

“i’m sorry.” i mumbled, grabbing my phone and looking down at all the notifications from matt. i couldn’t understand why he seemed to care so much, considering just that morning he was ignoring me.

“it’s okay, just- i don’t know” he shook his head, turning to leave.

“wait, why don’t you stay?” i asked him, wanting to hang out with him.

“yeah?” he chuckled, clearly seeing how much i wanted to be in his company.

i walked to my kitchen, grabbing drinks for us out of the fridge. i heard him behind me and before he could get too close, i turned around reaching one of the waters i grabbed towards him. as much as i wanted a repeat of last night, i couldn’t let it happen. if it was going to end even slightly close to that, i’d rather walk into oncoming traffic. 

we made our way to my living room, getting comfy on my couch. i felt matt try to get closer, i inched away slightly, not wanting to let myself get close to him again. he moved back to his original seat, not wanting to push anything.

“are we gonna watch anything?” matt asked, looking over at me.

“i mean what else do we ever do,” i grabbed the remote, turning the tv in and going into netflix.

i put on some comedy show, one of matt’s favorites. i grabbed my phone and text nick, letting him know matt was at my house.

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[makethemhoesmad]

first sight

dancing with our hands tied part one!

paige bueckers x reader

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brooke’s pov

“holy shit brooke,” taniya shouts from her room. 

“what,” i yell back. it’s a questionable method of communication, but it works for us. i hear her footsteps clambering towards my room, then my door bursts open and taniya, my five-foot-barely anything roomate flings herself onto my bed.

“paige FUCKING bueckers commented on your post and all you did was like it? i thought i taught you better than this, bee,” taniya says, shaking her head at me.

“well, it’s not like-“

“HOLD ON,” taniya cuts me off, “she liked this comment saying ‘the spine tattoo…my god’ brooklyn mae johns she’s fucking in love with you.”

i roll my eyes at taniya’s wild predictions, which aren’t new to our friendship. “first of all, my name isn’t even brooklyn, second of all, wait, check my phone, who’s that message from?”

taniya picks up my phone, reads something, then screams at the top of her lungs and chucks my phone at me.

Paige💕

Hey was just wondering what college you went to?

i stare blankly at the screen, starstruck. taniya nudges me, motioning at the phone to respond.

Brookee🐝

Uconn, like you. 

Paige💕

Oh shit really? I didn’t know you knew so much about me😏

“is she really tryna flirt with me IN MY DMS right now?” i say out loud. taniya giggles.

“no shit sherlock, that’s why she slid into your dms. tell her you like basketball or something!”

Brookee🐝

i mean, i like basketball and my dorm isn’t that far from gampel. the mcdonald’s like twenty minutes away is like ten times cooler tho.

“you sneaky shit,” taniya snickers.

Paige💕

Fr you should meet me there in like 30.

Brookee🐝 

No shit?

Paige💕

Yeah i’ll see ya then

i swipe out of instagram and start pacing around my room, opening drawers and holding things up to my body.

“bee, cool it. paige is about to show up in team travel gear, so your sweatpants and cute ass tank top are fine. put on some mascara or something if it’ll help you chill, but you’ll look great.” taniya is a little psychotic most of the time, but she’s calm as fuck in these situations.

i twist my hair up into a clip and climb into my car, palms sweaty. i don’t know why i agreed, this is so creepy and random.

Paige💕

i’m otw, u almost there?

Brookee🐝

yeah almost, ps don’t text and drive

Paige💕

hypocrite

Brookee🐝

😔

~

“hey brooke!” i hear a voice from behind the booth im sitting in, nursing a sprite and a small fry.

“hi paige,” i say, grinning. she smiles back, and slides into the other side of the booth, then reaches over and takes one of my fries.

“get your own,” i chide, while sliding the fries closer to her. “besides that, why’d you randomly want to know what college i go to?”

she shifts in her seat. as she opens her mouth, a waitress comes by with a happy meal. paige opens it up and dumps her fries into the other end of the nugget box. before she eats, i quickly snap a picture.

“you don’t mind if i post this? it’s kinda how im paying for my guilty pleasures.”

she nods, “yeah, tag me. anyway, i asked you about what college you went to because i thought i knew you from somewhere, but i just could not figure out what. also, you’re like, really pretty so i wanted to talk to you.”

she blushes at the last part, which makes my cheeks go a bit pink. 

“well, you’re not exactly bad looking yourself. when can i see you again, because it’s getting late and i want to see my bed,” i say. taniya would be proud of my straightforwardness.

“Well, i’ve got tickets to a Sun & Fever game for monday, and the person i was going with just bailed on me, so do you wanna come?” 

i blink at paige in shock. i’ve literally known her in person for maybe twenty five minutes and she’s already offering me things?

“i mean, im not doing anything, and the Sun’s arena isn’t that far, is it?” i ask, hoping to get any more information on whatever she’s proposing.

“yeah, it’s probably only like an hour with traffic, but i can pick you up and drive you home if you want? or we can get a hotel? i have a hotel, but i can cancel it if you wanna you home, i just didn’t want to drive again after the game because leaving would be hell.”

i nod, hoping it looks cool and confident and not utterly confused.

“yeah, we can keep the hotel, it’s okay.”

“aight, i’ll get you on monday around three.” 

paige walks me out to my car, and as i climb in, she grabs my hand and squeezes it. once i see that she’s gone, i call taniya.

“Bitch do i have so much to tell you.”

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[norizzsainz]

🌶️ NFY : BACK TO SQUARE ONE

[ carlos sainz x singer!fem!reader ] [ wc ] 0.9k

[ summary ] carlos' and y/n's breakup comes as a surprise to many of their friends. no one ever thought the couple would ever break up, but alas, y/n was always ready to do whatever was best for the love of her life — even if it meant breaking up with him.

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━━━━ MARCH 08, 2024 : AIRPORT, UNITED ARAB EMIRATES

everything was happening too quickly for you to process anything at all.

an hour ago, you had just released your international tour dates for your concerts.

half an hour later, you find out that carlos has appendicitis and needs immediate surgery for it.

an hour after that, you get a call from charles asking you to fly down to saudi arabia because everyone was being denied permission to visit carlos.

“wait, what? why do you need me to come if no one is allowed to visit him?”

“because carlos is still under anesthesia and can’t make choices for himself. they won’t let anyone but his guardian meet him. and you are his guardian, y/n. remember?”

thankfully, you were already in abu dhabi for a promo event, which meant you were only three hours away from where carlos was.

i just need to be in and out. i won’t stay long. you told yourself, swearing that you wouldn’t spend any extra time there. i will go, remove myself as his guardian, and come back; that’s all.

on your way over, you couldn’t help but laugh at the situation, finding everything amusing.

so much for breaking up and trying to be strangers.

━━━━ MARCH 08, 2024 : HOSPITAL, SAUDI ARABIA

as you walked through the halls, the urgency of the situation seemed more real, causing you to quicken your steps.

carlos was hurt. he exerted himself while he was hurt. why would he push himself so much like this?

charles was right behind you, matching your fast pace as you rushed to the vip lounge of the hospital.

“carlos sainz,” you told the front desk. “i am his guardian, y/n l/n.”

the woman politely smiled, nodding. “come with me, miss l/n. he’s out of surgery now. i will take you to go see him.” she stood from her seat, attempting to guide you to his room.

”i just, uh, i’m here to sign the papers. to provide permission for his family to see him,” you quickly said.

“oh.” the receptionist’s smile fell, looking confused. “so, you will not be seeing the patient?”

charles noted the change in the woman’s tone. “she will! she just wants to make sure his family can also see him‌,” he intervened, giving you a look.

“great! you can sign these papers here and we can go see the patient.”

you threw a wide-eyed look at charles as you signed the papers; the brunet avoiding eye-contact with you.

“thank you.” you smiled at the receptionist as you handed over the papers.

charles offered a slight smile as the receptionist guided you towards carlos’ room, wordlessly apologizing for the situation he put you in.

you winced as you noticed your ex-boyfriend’s family standing outside his room, just wanting to bury yourself in the ground.

you turned towards his mother, feeling bad. “i’m seriously sorry, mama.” you bit your lip when the name slipped out, not noticing how the elder woman’s smile widened at your words.

reyes waved off your apology, smiling widely. “you don’t have to apologise. it’s not like you knew about this.” you sighed as you heard her assuring words.

“it’s been months so i thought he must’ve removed me as his guardian.” you winced, noting the way sainz sr glared at you.

“what are we waiting for now? i need to see my son.” sainz sr tapped his foot, arms crossed as he raised his brows at you.

you didn't waste time in opening the door for your ex’s family, letting them go through.

just as you tried to step away, charles pushed you inside, ushering you forward before closing the door behind him.

“what the hell are you doing?” you whisper-yelled, brows furrowed. “let me leave! this is not what you promised!”

before charles could reason his actions, you froze as you heard your name being called by a very familiar voice.

“mi amor? what are you doing over there?” carlos' words were slurred, the anesthesia still wearing off him. “come here, please.”

you stared at your feet, trying to play it off. you were in a dangerous territory right now, with every moment being difficult for you.

ana pulled on your arm, dragging you towards her brother. your gaze widened as you made eye-contact with your ex.

“h-hello. hi.”

“carina.” carlos gave you a woozy smile, a sparkle in his eyes as he looked at you. “i'm very happy to see you, amor.”

you nodded in a rush. “i need to go now, though. i'm busy,” you stammered, noting the way sainz sr continued to glare at you.

“like, right now?”

“yes, right now, carlos.”

your mind was running wild at what sainz sr was thinking of this interaction that you couldn't properly look at carlos.

because if you did, you would've definitely seen it coming.

without a warning, carlos pulled on your arm, bringing your face closer to him.

and just like that, without a warning, he placed his lips upon yours, taking you by surprise.

you jerked your head away as soon as you processed what was happening, slapping your hands over your mouth.

“i swear that wasn't—i didn't…” you tried to explain yourself to your ex's family who looked just as surprised.

“that anesthesia must be strong as fuck,” ana commented in awe. “i wonder if i can get some of that, too.”

you were a stuttering mess as you tried to explain yourself, just opting to run out of the room after saying your goodbyes.

“i'll just leave. bye, mr sainz. bye, mama. bye, ana. fuck you, charles.”

you sprinted out the door before anyone could say anything, not stopping until you were outside the hospital.

no one had run after you and you were thankful for that, because the last thing you wanted was to talk about what had just happened.

so much for thinking i was doing well and moving on. now i'm back to square one. fuck.

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[mrsrdlw]

don’t worry, sweetheart

summary: you were supposed to be spending the night with your boyfriend, Billy. But suddenly, in the middle of the night, you showed up in front of your best friend’s house.

warnings: physical aggression (reader gets injured); toxic relationship; mentions of injuries; angst;daddy issues? (that’s from billy). please tell if i’m missing anything

Eddie was sleeping when he heard knocking at the door. Who could it be? At this time of the night? Maybe Wayne forgot his keys again…

But when he opened the door, it wasn’t Wayne, it was you. At first he doesn’t realize what it’s happening, but when he gets a closer look, his eyes double in size. He rushes to help you. “Jesus H. Christ! What happened?!” He helps you get inside where is warmer. He kneels beside you. “Y/N.. What happened?…” You’re all cut up and there was bloodstains all over your clothes.

“i can’t eddie i just… i just need your help now” you said tearing up.

“Yeah… I’m here.. I’m here…” Eddie replies. He’s more concerned on how bad you look than being confused. “Hold still, I’m gonna clean your wounds a bit…” He grabs a warm cloth from the bathroom. Then he starts to gently clean your wounds. “Tell me what happened..”

Your eyes were already red and puffy of the many tears you had cried. You looked deeply into his eyes and almost immediately looked down at where his hand were cleaning the injured wrist. “I… Eds i can’t, what if…”. I couldn’t even finish my sentence without sobbing.

Eddie was being so gentle with you, cleaning you up, his hand placed on your knee, his thumb gently rubbing against the skin there. He can’t help but feel his heart ache when he sees you sobbing. “Hey.. It’s okay, Y/N.. Your safe here.. It’s alright.” He tries to soothe you. “I’m not going anywhere, just try and relax…”

You stayed quiet for a while but you felt like you needed to explain the whole situation to him.

“We were just watching a movie in the living room when we heard a knock at the door. Before, we thought it was only Max coming back home, but then his father opened the door, completely drunk carrying a bottle of whiskey on his hand…”

Eddie could see in your eyes that you were living everything all over again.

“He started to mumble things, cursing and aggressively waving his hands, giving Billy no space to move. Until then, he didn’t realize i was there. But, he started beating the shit out of Billy and he just laid there, on the floor. He was not even reacting! I had to do something Eddie, so i tried to pull him out of Billy and he pushed me hard with his elbow, making me fall over the center table.”

Eddie’s expression was very difficult to read. He was listening every word you were saying.

“So, when he heard the table fall, he turned around and dropped the bottle right next to me. I could swear that he was going to hit me, but then Billy got to take his arms and pushed him in the bathroom, locking him in there. When Billy got back to the living room, i asked him if he was ok and he yelled at me. I got scared and that made me fall right on the broken glass. He didn’t helped me, he just turned around and asked me to go away, leave him alone so he could take care of his dad, who was almost braking the door.”

You took a deep breath and Eddie’s hand kept caressing carefully the skin where wasn’t injured.

“i didn’t know where to go Eddie, i couldn’t go home, you were the first person that i could think of.”

Eddie’s eyes glowed with intense anger and frustration directed towards Billy's dad. The way he treated Billy, and the part about almost hitting you with the broken bottle enraged Eddie. Not to mention Billie himself, why didn’t he do anything? He should have helped you! He felt the strong urge to go and confront Billy and his dad himself, but he knew you needed him more in that moment. He kept his voice steady, trying to maintain control of his emotions. “You’re safe here, Y/N. I’m glad you came here… Are you hurt anywhere else?”

“I don’t know… besides from the cuts we can see, my back is hurting a little.” you said worried.

Eddie nods and gently runs his hand across your back, feeling for any obvious injuries. “Take your shirt off, let me see.” He says softly.

You hesitated for a second and then, turning around, you took your shirt off. His silence was concerning so you ask him. “Is it too bad?” Your voice was soft and quiet.

Eddie checks your back, his touch remaining gentle. He notices some red marks, probably bruises forming already, and some superficial scratches, but overall the injuries don’t seem severe. “You’ll be okay, just some bruising. You just need a nice hot shower to relax and you’ll feel better." You give him a fake smile.

He looks at you with sympathy and worry in his eyes. “Y/N, you don’t have to go back to Billy’s anytime soon… You know you can stay as long as you need, right?"

“That’d be great. If my mom sees me like this i don’t even know what she would say… I could really use the shower you were talking about.” you said with a weak voice, taking his hands in yours. “Would you help me? I really need it but i don’t think i can do it by myself.”

In the reality, you didn’t want to be alone. You’ve already walked the whole way here. It was enough.

Eddie nods. “Of course i’ll help you.” He says softly, his voice full of compassion. He stands up and holds out his hand to you, offering assistance as you get up from the couch. He leads you to the bathroom, turning on the hot water. The room starts to fill with steam.

“I might have to help you wash your hair and the rest of your body.” He was hesitant, not even looking at your face. “Is that okay or does it make you uncomfortable?”

“No, of course it doesn’t!” he just nods his head turning around to get a towel. “I just… i don’t want to be alone.”

Eddie nods understandingly again. He turns around to give you at least a little bit of privacy so you can take you clothes off and carefully help you get into the bathtub, managing not to look directly to your naked body until you get under the water. He's gentle with every touch, making sure not to hurt you further.

The warm water was still cascading over your head. When the bathtub was filled with hot water, he turned off the water and started to apply shampoo into your hair, massaging your scalp carefully. The feeling of his touch is both soothing and intimate, his care and affection apparent with each movement.

“Hey… can i share something with you.” You say under your breath

Eddie smiles softly, pausing his task of washing your hair. "Of course you can." He says softly. "You can share anything with me Y/N, you know it." His eyes are full of understanding and support.

“Before everything, Billy took me out for dinner right, and he mentioned of wanting to be with me like for real, for life and everything.” you sighted.

Eddie's heart skips a beat. He didn't expect you to bring this up, but he listens intently, his eyes meeting yours, you look at him over your shoulder. A mix of emotions played on his face, but he kept a neutral expression. Eddie had a crush on you since he became friends with you. Way before you meeting Billy. But he thought you didn’t felt the same way about him. So he never said anything, realizing he was happy to have you as his best friend.

He continued to lather your hair gently, his fingers massaging your scalp. He chose his next words carefully. "And how do you feel about that, Y/N?"

“I didn’t know if i should believe him or not. He’s always so extreme about everything. Just like tonight. We were talking nonsense and, when his father showed up, he snapped. I mean, i know about his relationship with his dad but that doesn’t mean he has to be such an asshole with me when he’s around.” you instantly feel bad for talking badly about you boyfriend like that. “But that’s just how he is, right? He probably didn’t meant any of that and…”

Eddie continued to wash your hair listening your words towards your boyfriend. Maybe, after today, he didn’t possessed this position anymore.

“Sorry, i always do this. I keep trying to find a fucking excuse for everything. That’s how toxic this is! But, especially after this night, i don’t want to spend my life with him, Eddie. To be honest, i don’t even know how we got to extend this relationship for longer then two weeks, it was supposed to be just a kiss….” Eddie was looking at you with pitiful eyes. You just hugged your knees and came back looking at your hand under water. “I guess the walk to here was helpful, wasn’t it….”

Eddie listens quietly. His expression softens as he sees the turmoil in you, the uncertainty and fear. "You don't have to apologize for anything,” He replies softly. "I understand that relationships are messy and complicated.. And they don't always turn out the way we hope." He pauses for a moment, gently rinsing the shampoo out of your hair. "It's okay to feel conflicted. And sometimes, a walk can offer more clarity than we realize."

“You always know the right thing to say, don’t you?”

Eddie smiles softly, shaking his head a little. "Nah, I just kinda speak my mind sometimes..” He chuckles a little, his tone light. You get to finish the rest of your bath in silence.

He reaches over you and grabs your towel, holding it open. “C’mere, lemme dry you up,” he gestures for you to come out of the shower, still fully naked. He’s still being careful of your injuries as he begins drying your body off. Of course Eddie always treated you differently than others, with more affection. But this felt different. A good different for sure.

When he wrap you around the towel you can’t help but lean into his chest, needing to feel his gentle touch and warm skin. “Thank you… for everything. I’d be lost without you” i say greatfully

Eddie holds you close, embracing you securely. He rests his chin on your head. "You’ve been through a lot, Y/N.. I’m glad I can be here for you," he whispers softly. He runs a hand through your wet hair, offering comfort. "I promise you’re safe here. Whatever you need, whenever you need it, I’ve got you."

“I hope you don’t really mean it, i’ll get super spoiled like that.” You tease him looking up but not stepping back.

Eddie laughs softly, his arms still wrapped around you. “Spoiled?” he replies, a teasing tone in his voice. “Oh, I mean it, alright. You deserve all the spoiling.” He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, his thumb grazing your cheek gently.

You get a little nervous when you realized how close you were and, in a snap of a finger, the bathroom felt too small. You clear up your throat and pretend that non of the tension was there. “So, can i borrow something to wear? I’m pretty sure you have a drawer full of cute pj’s” You tease again so things don’t get wired.

Eddie’s eyes sparkle with excitement at the idea of getting to dress you in his clothes. He nods enthusiastically. “Oh yeah, I have plenty of options. You’re gonna look so damn cute,” he grins confidently, his voice full of eagerness. You can’t help but giggle.

He carefully helps you step out of the bathroom, keeping a gentle hold on you to make sure you’re steady on your feet. You get inside of his room and you’ve been there thousands of times but today, his room felt so comforting. You wait patiently sat on his bed as he searches for something you could wear. Eddie rummages through his drawers, pushing aside piles of t-shirts and jeans until he finds a few items that catch his eye. He holds up a thin, oversized black band t-shirt and a pair of comfy gray sweatpants.

“How about these?” He says, showing them to you with a grin. “Cozy and comfy, guaranteed to make you feel nice, snuggled up and very metal.”

You’re smiling at him and that makes him feel better, knowing that you’re safe and comfortable around him. “That’s just what i need, thanks.”

Eddie smiles proudly and hands you the clothes he picked, the t-shirt and sweatpants laying neatly in your hands. "There you go. They might be a little bit big on you, but comfy is the ultimate goal right now." He waits by the door, giving you privacy. "Take your time and get dressed. Don't rush," he adds softly.

You try to put the clothes by yourself but when you lifted your arms, it hurt badly. You didn’t want to make him uncomfortable but your attempts of putting his shirt weren’t working. “Eds, can you…..help me?”

Eddie looks back, noticing your struggle and clearly sensing your discomfort. A look of concern crosses his face and he walks over to you, gently taking the shirt from your hands.

"Yeah, it’s okay," he says softly, understanding your struggle. He carefully helps you slide the shirt over your head, being mindful of your injuries. When your head finally pops out through the neck of the shirt, he can’t help but smile a little at how adorable you look in his clothes. You managed to put the rest of the clothes on your own and sat on the bed again. “Oh they really are very comfy” you say feeling the fabric on your skin

Eddie sits down beside you on the bed, a warm smile on his face. "Told you," he says, putting a lock of damp hair behind your ear. "Nothing beats the comfort of a good pair of sweatpants." His eyes shine with contentment and he takes a moment to study your face. “How are you feeling now?" He places a gentle hand on your back, his thumb softly rubbing circles against your skin.

“Much better. Thank to you.” You look into his big brown doe eyes and feel very exposed under his sight. “i’m sorry again. i feel bad for ruining your night.”

Eddie shakes his head, his expression softening. "You’ve got nothing to apologize for, don’t say that," he reassures you. "You’re not ruining anything." He gently pulls you into a comforting cuddle against his chest, wrapping his arms around you, careful not to apply too much pressure on your injured back. "Besides, this is much better than any plan I had anyway." he adds softly, his voice filled with sincerity and warmth.

Your head was once again laying on his chest. You think for a while listening to his heartbeat and you couldn’t help but say “I love you eddie” and you meant it.

Hearing your words, Eddie's heart skips a beat. He freezes for a moment, his breath catching in his throat. It’s as if time stands still for a second.

His heart flutters as a warmth spreads through him, not just from your words but also from the feeling of your body against his own. His grip around you tightens a little as he fully absorbs the magnitude of what you’ve just said.

He’s taken aback by the emotional force of your confession, but his heart responds immediately with an overwhelming sense of love and affection for you.

You could hear his heartbeats getting faster and smiled at that. A couple weeks ago, Robin accidentally told you that Eddie liked you way more than just friends. At first you thought she was joking but now you see it.

Your eyes were closed enjoying the moment but when you opened them, you looked at the clock and saw how late it was “Oh my god, it’s 3 in the morning!”

Eddie glances over at his alarm clock, taking notice of the late hour. He blinks in surprise before turning his attention back to you, a warm smile on his face. "You’re right, it is super late," he says softly, his voice filled with exhaustion but also contentment. "We should probably get some rest, huh?" he suggests, though he's reluctant to break this cozy, intimate moment.

“Yeah, we should…”

Eddie nods. "Yeah, you need to rest and heal. How about you take the bed? I’ll bunk on the couch." He knows you must be tired and in need of a comfortable and restful night’s sleep. Besides, after everything you've been through, he wants to ensure you're taken care of in every way.

“No way. You’ve done enough for me tonight. I’m not taking your bed! “ You couldn’t just take his bed like that and let him sleep on the couch.

Eddie shakes his head, a small smile on his lips. “I insist. I want you to be comfortable,” he says, his tone firm but gentle. “I can handle the couch just fine. You need a good night’s sleep and a comfy bed.” He stands up from the bed, extending his hand towards you. “C’mon, get under the blankets. I’ll get you something to drink, okay?” He said giving you no choice

“Are you sure?”

Eddie smiles softly, nodding. "I'm sure. You need rest more than I do." He squeezes your hand affectionately before letting go. "Trust me, I've slept in worse places than the couch. Now, get comfy and I'll bring you something nice to drink. Hot cocoa? Water?"

He wasn’t joking when he said you deserve all the spoiling you could have “Hmm…. how good is your hot cocoa? cause if it sucks, i’ll just take the water.”

Eddie acts offended, faking a gasp and clutching his chest in mock horror. "How good is my hot cocoa?" he repeats, feigning shock. "My cocoa's legendary, okay? It's gonna melt in your mouth and heal all your woes. But hey, have the water if you wanna miss out on that," You laughed at his reaction and he joined you.

“Alright then, bring me this legendary hot cocoa of yours.” Still giggling, you say in a mocking tone

Eddie smirks confidently and shoots you a wink. “Coming right up,” he says with a playful salute.”I’ll bring a hairbrush too. It looks like you headbanged in the shower… believe me, that’s exactly how it looks like.” He said having a memory before he leaves the room again. Heading to the kitchen, he start preparing the hot cocoa. You can hear the sound of cabinets opening and closing, as well as the clinking of mugs and spoons.

A few minutes later, he returns with two steaming mugs of hot cocoa, each topped with a generous swirl of whipped cream and a hairbrush.

"There you go miss! Your legendary cocoa, as promised," he grins, handing you one of the mugs. “Now you appreciate my drink while i brush your hair. Turn around.”

“That’s seems really good! i wasn’t expecting it to look nice” You tease him again and take a sip. Your eyes widened. “Damn, it is fucking good” you say shocked.

Eddie grins widely, a proud glint in his eyes as he watches you take a sip. "Told you it's legendary," he chuckles. "Nothing beats a well-made hot cocoa. It's all about the balance of sweetness, creaminess, and just the right amount of cocoa flavor," he says with a satisfied nod. He takes a sip from his own mug and closes his eyes for a moment to savor the taste. "Damn, I'm good." he mumbles, smirking playfully.

Once again you giggled at his words and he does so with you. Letting him finish with your hair, you finish your cocoa in silence.

Eddie carefully tucks you under the blankets after you finish your drink, making sure you're cozy and comfortable. He sits down on the edge of the bed, his gaze filled with affection and concern. "Comfy?" he asks quietly, gently stroking your hair with his fingers.

“I think i’ve never been comfier”

Eddie lets out a soft chuckle, his heart warming at your words. "Good," he replies, his voice filled with contentment. He continues to stroke your hair, the gesture gentle and soothing. "Now try to get some rest. I'm right next door if you need anything."

“Good night Eds. Thank you again”

Eddie gives you a soft smile, his eyes shining with warmth. "Good night, Y/N," he whispers, gently rubbing your arm affectionately. "You don't need to thank me. Just rest and recover. Sweet dreams." With that, he leans down and presses a light, tender kiss on your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment longer.

After he left his room, you could still feel his lips on your forehead. Maybe, tonight would change more things than you expected.

#eddie munson #eddie munson fic #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie x reader #eddie munson angst #billy hargrove #toxic relationship

[marshslovedone]

CAN YOU PLEASE DO SOME JESERY KYLE SFW AND NSFW HEADCANNONS!!! FEM READER PLEAS I LOVE UR WORK

IM SORRY IF THIS US BAD IVE NEVER WROTE JERSEY KYLE BEFORE 🙏🙏

Jersey Kyle x Fem!Reader

ˏˋ°•*Specialty: Headcanons, Fluff, & Smut

CW(s): Semi Mean!Dom! Kyle, Sub! F!Reader, Oral Sex (both receiving), doggy style, cow girl, make outs, handcuffs, hair pulling, ass smacking, nicknames, IF I MISSED ANY LMK

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You two met in college of freshman year! You hear rumors of some trouble maker coming back to school during the sevens semester of freshman year of college. You didn’t know who they were talking about until you ran into him in the library

“I’m so sorry—”

“Hey can you watch where you’re going!”

When you saw Kyle you felt fear. You thought he was going to beat you up since that’s what he’s known for on the campus

But to Kyle. When he saw you, he thought it was love at first sight. He was always told to date Jersey woman but when he saw you he knew he needed to have you.

Ever since then Kyle would purposely walk near you in the halls and would throw papers at you in class. You thought he was just bullying you but you were wrong, he wanted to get your attention

Until one day Kyle soon came up to you. You were leaned against the wall of the library as Kyle hovered over you. He look like he was pissed but that was his resting bitch face. As you looked at him he soon said the words.

“Can we be friends? I want to try and be a good person”

Ever since that day you two have been hanging out? If you count Kyle telling you to meet by his car so he can drive you two somewhere

But you’ve noticed he’s not really a bad person he just has major anger issues. And you noticed the way he protects you, and his style..

His rings on his finger, the gold chain he wears, the way he styles his hair, and the white shirt that has the shoulders cut off with the name Kyle-B on it. The look he has on his face as he drives around town with determination

That’s when you started to like him. Before the confessed he would put his hand on your thigh and squeeze it which made me you blush.

The day the confession happened felt like a fever dream. Kyle took you somewhere private and went to pull out a rose from the back seat.

“Here it’s for you.”

“What for?”

“Can I not give something to the person I like?”

“Oh okay..”

“WAIT”

Kyle soon have you a rough kiss after you said yes. You two may or may not have made out in the back seat of his car :)

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He loves when you’re under him!! He loves when you get all whiny and and subby for him<33

He gets a little mean sometimes,, especially in doggy style he loves smacking your ass as he pounds your pussy! He pulls your hair so you can look at him a little

He also loves to put you in handcuffs as you ride him!! The way your body moves and how messy your pussy gets!!

His hands on your waist helping you bounce up and down as he watches your boobs bounce in all different directions, he licks his lips every time

The way he smacks your ass as you bounce on him or him putting you in doggy style!! He loves watching your ass jiggle, he also loves seeing you moan out in pleasure

“Oh yeah you like that, slut?”

“My little whore, you love my big dick in you don’t you?”

“Woah there, sexy, you’re sucking me in a lot, careful”

He loves eating you out by the way!! The way you taste on his tongue and the way your moans come out makes him so hard for you even more.

He loves to suck on your clit while fingering you, he does this every time to make you squirt on his face.

He also loves when you suck him off in his car!! Or just head in general..

The way he runs his fingers through your hair as you go down to the base and swirl your tongue around his tip,, oh yeah he loves your sweet mouth.

#south park #south park fanfiction #south park x reader smut #south park x reader #south park x y/n #south park smut #kyle broflovski x y/n smut #kyle broflovski x y/n #kyle x y/n #kyle broflovski fluff #kyle broflovski x reader smut #kyle x reader smut #kyle broflovski smut #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle x reader #kyle broflovski

[marcysgf]

attention.

★ – satoru wants your attention ;)

18+, mdni !!

☆ – this is my first time writing smut, sorry if it's bad :p pluzzz english is not my first language !

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you knew you should've known better than to invite your friends to go out with you. not that they were bad or something, much the contrary. it's just that you knew he would come along, he always did. even after you broke up, a few months ago, he'd still make sure to go to every party you've been thinking about going to.

if it was just him being there, it'd be completely alright, you weren't children and could stay at the same room for a few hours without fighting. it would all be perfectly fine if satoru wasn't an attention seeker, doing his best to catch your attention and even ruining your potential dates.

it was always the same: every time a guy would even try to even look at you or try to approach you, he'd just wrap his arm around your waist in a possessive way while staring directly at the guy, or he'd just kiss the first person he saw in front of you, just to see if it'd bother you. it always did, even though you'd rather die than admit it. and, unfortunately for you, tonight was not different.

you were laughing at a joke a guy had just told you, a margarita in one hand while the other one landed on his large arm, a small smirk on your lips as you watched him practically eye fucking you. if you were lucky enough, you'd end up having more fun than planned at the end of the night. but, of course, all your plans were ruined again as soon as the white haired man came in scene.

“princess, you said you'd only get some drinks and come back, why are you taking so long?” his whiny voice echoed in your ears as his face approached your neck, leaving a wet kiss on it while his long arms snaked around your waist, pulling your body closer to his. “oh, and who would that be?”

you gritted your teeth in annoyance at the man behind you, holding the urge to punch him right in face. you could feel the smirk in his voice as he stared at the poor guy, who watched the scene with a confused expression. “oh baby, is this guy bothering you? knew i shouldn't have left you alone, now everyone thinks they could talk to such a pretty thing like ya. now, buddy, will ya excuse us? need to have my girlfriend back.”

“satoru, fuck off. we already broke up months ago, stop acting like we're together.” you protested, trying to leave his embrace but he only tightened it, squeezing your waist.

“umm, sorry, i should leave now.” the guy said sheepishly, his face beet red as he quickly left the two of you alone.

and you just sat there in disbelief, your hand gripping the cup so tightly you thought it might break at any moment. gojo laughed childishly, making your even more angrier as you slapped his arm, rolling your eyes as he whined in your ear, telling you how mean you are.

“satoru, what in the fucking hell is wrong with you?!”

“what? can't i protect what's mine?” he answered simply, leaving a playful bite at your earlobe.

“i'm not yours and you know that damn well. stop acting like an asshole every time we go out!”

“is that so?” he smirked again, letting go of your body just to stand in front of you. his large hand carefully held your chin as it pulled you closer to his face, the delicious mix of his expensive cologne and the smell of the alcohol on his breath invading your nose. “if you hate it so much, why do you keep inviting me, baby? hm? hoping to wake up in my bed again?”

“fuck you, satoru.” you harshly reply, wanting to leave him alone but not being able to move a single muscle, your own body betraying you. your eyes flick to his rosy lips, then back to his blue eyes again. ignoring the way your brain yelled at you to stop, your body moved closer to his, your lips softly brushing against his before closing the gap, a quiet moan leaving both your mouths at the contact.

and that is how you ended up in this situation: your legs thrown over his shoulders as his hips hit the back of your thighs repeatedly, the loud sound of slapping skin echoing through his room. satoru's grip on your plush thighs were almost bruising the skin as his cock bullied the inside of your pussy, his tip kissing all the right spots with every thrust.

“fuck, baby, you're so hot.” he managed to say between his moans “missed– fuck– missed your pretty pussy... always take me so well.”

you moan loudly at his raspy voice, your pussy clenching hard around his dick as your hand sneaked between your legs to rub quick circles on your clit. it's barely been five minutes and you could already feel the knot tightening inside your stomach, your legs shaking lightly. and, of course, satoru noticed, how could he not when it was so hard to move when your pussy was squeezing his dick so much?

“gonna cum, pretty girl?” he smirk, his hand replacing your on your throbbing clit. “just f'me, right? you're all mine. bet that guy wouldn't even be able to satisfy you, you'd probably leave unsatisfied and come back to me, huh.”

“fuck, 'toru, just like that.” your moans are like music to his ears, and he makes sure to get them out of you with every move of his hips. your hands massaged your boobs through the lacy bra, pinching your sensitive nipples as you feel his cock massaging repeatedly your g-spot. your high came shortly after a few strokes of his, your whole body shaking in pleasure.

you whine loudly at the overstimulation, his cock never leaving your sensitive cunt, fucking it mercilessly. satoru groaned in your neck, biting it hard while he came inside you, his thrusts slowing down and becoming sloppier, his sticky cum painting your insides, as he was making a mess because he wouldn't stop even after cumming.

“t-toru, ah... too much, baby” he laughed quietly at your whiny voice, finally stopping the attack on your pussy. he slowly pulled back, his now soft dick leaving your warm cunt as he smiled at the mess he made.

“hmm, would've ruined your date earlier if i knew i could get to fuck you like this.” he joked while teasing your sensitive entrance with his long fingers, watching you shudder. he then kneeled down in front of you, his mouth leaving a wet kiss on your clit. “we're not done yet, pretty, need to make up for the time we lost.”

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #gojo x reader #gojou satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo x you #jjk smut #gojo smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x reader smut

[queenpiranhadon]

A/N: hsj2bde2iqrb only two chapters left hello??? FIRST and last BATTLE GUYS YAY! Tbh it was a little worrying writing this one so ty to @cashmoneyyysstuff and @ peachsukii for helping me out 😭 Here's the masterlist!

Warning(s): Warning(s): Cursing, reader is the daughter of Aizawa, Shinso and Eri are biological siblings, reader is 20 years old, reader befriends Kaminari and Sero, Reader uses "Cattus" as her alias, reader's nicknames are Cactus, Cattus and Cat, fight scene between you and unnamed fighters, really BAD depictions of a fight scene, reader's down bad LMAO, war, reader gets hurt, blood, reader wears a bra, bad war descriptions lol what do you expect from me, reader is AFAB and female, bakugou finds out 😀👍

Pairing(s): Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

It’s been six months since you left home for the army, training vigorously and diligently- refining your skills under Bakugou’s guidance.  

He’s respected you a lot more since the tualia surprisingly but refuses to speak to you unless absolutely necessary- pretty much avoiding you entirely. 

Your spar partner was Moss Bear, whose name you learned was Genken Rui.  

He was married, and had a 7-year-old son at home, named Daki. Apparently Genken met your father through a similar camp when he was your age, except back then, he was training like you.  

He told you stories about how reserved your father was until he met Genken, along with two others, men named Hizashi and Oboro. 

You knew Hizashi- the eccentric blonde always seemed to ooze positive energy, and especially took joy in annoying your father like a sibling would- usually coming to steal an article or clothing, or even just to have a meal with the four of you.  

Oboro, however, was a more delicate matter. Your father never talked about him, but one day when Hizashi had drunkenly stumbled to your home, he had told you everything. Oboro was a close friend of your father’s, and he had lost his life in the past war against the neighboring kingdom of Phomal, and according to Hizashi, your father blamed himself for his friend’s death.  

You and Genken bonded a lot over those months, but you also bonded with Denki and Hanta too.  

Ironically, they started calling you ‘Cat’, as a nickname for technically a nickname for another nickname- which to you was very confusing, but amusing, nonetheless. 

You considered them your brothers, just like Shinso and Eri- though it hurt that they would never know the real you.  

Would they still like you if they did? 

You weren’t sure- but it didn’t matter- Y/N wouldn’t exist for a while.  

Eventually, your troop finally receives a message from the crown, sending you to the Chira Forest- which was by the border of both Inimicus and Bellorant- where you planned to set an ambush.  

Each soldier packed up their tents along with rations, quickly stowing them in the hay wagon you had used- but this time, travel was done on horse.  

At least for Bakugou, Genken and Fern Bat. 

The rest of the troop was forced to walk on foot, painstakingly through the cold, maintaining position and form. 

Snow started to fall, landing on your eyelashes and more irritatingly in your eyes, which made it hard to see, but thankfully Bakugou had chosen to pick steeds with ebony coats, so you could still see them. 

Shivering beside you was Hanta, Denki unfortunately was put in the back of the formation, separating the three of you.  

“Ugh- why are we doing this anyway.” he groans, adjusting his armor straps.  

“You know why Hanta- this battle will hopefully turn the tides in our favor if we can get control of the border through the forest. It’ll give us discreet access to the Inimicans which’ll help when we invade the capital.” 

Hanta rolls his eyes playfully. “Okay Mr. Genius- looks like someone’s been paying attention to Captain Bakugou.” 

You feel your face heat up and resist the urge to punch the ravenette in the arm but restrain yourself.  

“You on the other hand, continue to mope about your nonexistent girlfriend back home.” you retort, cracking a smile.  

Hanta huffs indignantly, and opens his mouth to disagree, only to hear Bakugou’s booming voice over the whipping wind and snow.  

“WE’LL STOP HERE FOR TONIGHT! SET UP YER SHIT AND GET SOME DAMN SLEEP!” he roars, speaking louder to be heard over the snow.  

You can’t help but snort at his vulgarity, knowing that behavior like this was unbefitting of a war captain, but his talent made up for it.  

Setting up camp was easier than it was the first time you did, Hanta, Denki and you working in tandem, knowing exactly what to do without discussing it beforehand. 

After eating a “hearty” meal of rations, you go to bed, but you can’t sleep. 

Anxiousness twists in your stomach, knowing that you were about to fight. In a war. This was what the past 6 months of your life were leading up to- and you were going to put your skills to use. 

Thinking about your father, and Oboro, you feel a pang in your heart. What if you lost Denki or Sero? Or even Bakugou? And what if you couldn’t save them? 

There was no way you would be able to sleep now.  

Slipping out of your tent, you make it down to a relatively secluded spot not far from camp. You sit down on the snow, ignoring the cold that stings your legs, leaning against a tall Hinoki tree.  

Exhaling softly, you let your eyes travel, gazing at the stars. 

You’re not sure how long you sat like that, allowing your aching feet to dwindle down into a light throb, with the company of nothing but the sky and everything in it, before you hear a voice.  

“Oi. What’re ya doin’ out so late huh?”  

You jump, recognizing the voice immediately, scrambling to your feet as quickly as possible. 

“I-I uh sorry uh sir!” you stutter, embarrassed from being caught. “I promise I-” 

Bakugou sighs loudly, cutting you off. “Don’t worry, m’not gonna chew ya out. Everyone’s gotta get out ta clear their minds sometimes. Sit down, I’ll letcha be.” 

You sit but call out to him. “No, stay.” 

He blinks in confusion, but obliges, his hulking form almost dwarfing you in a way that’s comical, sitting down next to you and joins you in your stargazing.  

“Why are you ignoring me?” you blurt out, after sitting 5 minutes in silence.  

Bakugou frowns, and you can feel any walls that you may have unearthed already closing up.  

“Hah? The fuck do I gotta talk ta ya about?” he asks accusatorily, and just like that, you were beneath him again.  

You feel frustration bubble up in you again. You did not throw away your life and spend six months of your life in a military camp to be treated as the dirt beneath your feet. 

“With all due respect sir, I don’t deserve to be treated like I’m not worth more than some rookie who doesn’t know what he’s doing!” you snap. “You know better than anyone that I have been working hard and I happen to know what I’m doing!”  

Bakugou’s scowl deepens, red eyes flashing violently “Ya haven’t been doin’ shit. Yer just another weak ass extra who needs ta know their fuckin’ place. We. Are. Not. Equals.” He grits out, keeping his voice low so as not to wake up the others, but the message is sent across the same.  

“In case ya haven’t noticed, I’m the fuckin captain here. And for damn good reason.” He growls, staring down at you with those piercing vermillion eyes.  

“Ya think yer so talented huh? Have ya had ta see someone die? Millions of people dying- endless bloodshed, have ya seen that?” he snaps, and you flinch. 

You knew that joining the war wasn’t going to be easy. But just the thought of seeing so much death around you was enough to make bile rise to your throat.  

“S’what I fuckin thought.” he scoffs, and turns around to leave. “Yer just as weak as the rest of em.” 

You feel your heart snap in two at his words. All your hard work...for this? It didn’t help that the irrational part of you wanted to get closer to him- no thanks to whatever stupid crush you harbored for the abrasive blond.  

You feel the tears slip down your cheeks, crying for the first time since you left your home. You had made friends, sure, but you didn’t want to be here right now. You wished everything could go back to the way it used to, witty banter with Hitoshi, gently teasing Eri, even times when your father ruffled your hair to annoy you.  

You thought about what your family would say once you came back home. They would be disappointed that you left them, infuriated that you drugged them, and would probably never talk to you again. Your friends wouldn’t trust you, saying that they didn’t know if you were still you anymore. 

But in all honesty, you weren’t. 

You had changed over the past few months; the gentle soul you used to be was still there, but the fiery personality you kept behind lock and key was showing through more now.   

And you didn’t hate it. 

Furiously wiping at your tears, you storm back to your tent.  

What did he know about what you deserved?! Your worth, your value, your talent – why did he get to determine how important you were?! 

You knew this- and yet it still stung. 

But why? Why did your heart feel so...broken? 

It was because you cared. 

You knew he wasn’t always this obnoxious and uncaring asshole, you saw how much he cared for your troop, even if he didn’t show it.  

Yelling at you to eat your rations, pushing you as hard as you could

, but still making sure you took breaks on occasion – he wasn’t all that bad. 

The only person he neglected to show that side of him to was you.  

And it irritated you to no end.  

Slipping back inside your tent, you fall asleep, awaiting the rest of your journey that was to come.  

*** 

It took about a week to get to the border.  

Your feet were significantly sore- you're pretty sure you’d be suffering permanent damage from days of constant walking in freezing temperatures, but as Genken said “Mother Earth doesn’t have favorites.” You knew that this upcoming ambush would be a turning point in the war- and your troop needed to execute it, no matter the weather.  

Setting up camp just outside the woods, Captain Bakugou allows the troop for rest for a bit, before you began your trek into enemy territory. 

Once you were rested, Bakugou commanded you into formation, and into the Chira Forest you went.  

Thump. 

Thump. 

Thump. 

The pounding of your heart was almost deafening, every tiny noise you heard set alarms off in your mind. 

Subconciously, you feel your thumb and index rub against each other – retreat. Some feeling in your gut told you that something was going to go wrong. You weren’t sure why, growing up in Bellorant always gave you a sense of confidence living in the Kingdom of Victory. But at that moment, something just felt...off. 

You were split up, each soldier spread out amongst the trees, but still close enough to be in earshot in case something went wrong.  

Whoosh. 

A blur whips past you in your periphery, and you stop, alert. What was that? 

Shit. 

They had found you.  

Drawing your sword, you race after the blur you saw, yelling out to your fellow soldier to alert them of the ambush failure.  

You find the man you were chasing soon enough, though he was dressed in black he sported the Inimican emblem over his heart. Your training kicks in, thrusting and parrying like your life depended on it.  

Your eyes latched on to an opening and your body reciprocated - his left leg unguarded and you slash at it and watch as he falls, hitting his head against a sharp rock wedged in the ground.  

Blood splatters everywhere, and you stare in shock, sick to your stomach.  

You just killed a man.  

He might’ve had a family to take care of, just like you.  

But you can’t dwell on that, especially now. 

You hear a yell in your earshot, sprinting and weaving through the thick foliage to find Hanta fending off three Inimican soldiers at once.  

You draw your sword- still coated with the blood of the previous man, and together you and Hanta take down the three soldier.  

“Fuck thanks Cat. Bastards would’ve skewered me if you didn’t step in. They don’t exactly train for you for this sorta stuff.” he chuckles nervously. 

You wince at the thought. “Don’t talk like that Hanta, we need to-”  

You see another blur pass by in your periphery, off to go hunt them down until you realized who they were going after. 

Bakugou. 

Your body acted without you realizing, running until the blonde man came into view, pushing him out of the way. Images flash before your eyes- Bakugou's limp body on the floor, red blood comingling with the green grass below your feet. You think about what Genken said about your father and Oboro. Your captain wasn’t going to die on your watch.  

Thump. 

Thump. 

Thump. 

“Watch out!” you cry, shoving Bakugou out of the way, only for the assailant’s sword to slash through your side.  

Fuck. 

Pain erupts through your side, and you cry out in pain, only for the enemy to slam you into the ground, the force combined with the blood loss forcing you to lose consciousness.  

At least you didn’t have to watch anyone die, right?  

In your final moments, you thought about your family, in a world where they waved at you as you left home to embark on the journey that brought you to where you were now.  

Though the energy saps out of your body, your mind is roaring, and one thought is heard above the rest.  

Are you proud of me, dad? 

*** 

You feel...warm? 

Is this what death feels like? 

Stretching out your limbs, you feel cold pricking your legs.  

‘Nope, not death’. You grumble mentally, retracting your legs into the comfort of your blankets.  

You had a pounding headache, and your body hurt like hell. Finally opening your eyes, you find yourself in a tent, by yourself. 

You were still in your armor, hard metal poking you in your sides, the bandages you had on previously made it hard to breathe, and so peeling of the bloodied clothes that belonged to your brother, and start to unwind your bandages, sighing in relief once more oxygen filled your lungs.  

Thankfully, your bra was mostly intact, so you left it on. Allowing yourself to sink into the comfort of the blankets again, your fuzzy mind tries to remember what led you to where you were now.  

You almost died.  

Your eyes widen at the revelation, gingerly fingering the bloody gash that now adorned your abdomen, hissing in pain as sticky red liquid coats your fingertips.  

Suddenly, the entrance to your tent is opened, to reveal a familiar red eyed blonde.  

“Hey, I-” he starts, voice unnaturally soft, only for his voice to cut off completely as he stares at you in shock. 

You stare back at him frozen, realizing that he just saw you sitting there in your bra- firstly embarrassed that anyone had seen you in that state, but with the dawning revelation that rocked you to the core like ice. 

He found out. 

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[chunghasweetie]

𝐏𝐔𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐄 | J.JK

— pairing | fem!oc x tattoo artist!jjk

— summary | jungkook’s still closing up after a long day of work. she went to his shop right after work and she was drained. luckily jungkook was just the right one to cheer her up

— warning | bad writing (i’m doing my best)

unprotected sex, cursing, praising, just sex lol

— word count | 1.3k words

— song suggestion | put it on me — austin mahone

Jungkook had been working at the shop all day. All sorts of clients going in and out of his shop.

His employees had already gone home a while ago. He was still closing up for the night.

He was exhausted and drained. He just wanted to see his girl, though she had never left his mind through his shift.

The clock had just struck 12pm and JK’s Ink Lounge had finally closed up for the night. It was late, and she was barely getting off work around the same time as well.

He hadn’t seen her since last night because of their busy schedules.

She was a nurse and would work insane hours at the clinic. The two hadn’t had a work break in quite some time.

A knock was heard on the locked door of the shop. “We’re closed!” Jungkook called out before looking at the door, realizing it was actually his girlfriend, not a customer.

“Oh shit.” He cursed to himself, getting out and unlocking the door for her.

Jungkook's face lights up when he sees her enter his shop.

“Sorry baby. I forgot my key.” She apologized, pecking her boyfriend’s lips.

“It’s okay beautiful. What made you come here? Aren’t you tired? I thought you were at home.” He asked her, a hint of concern in his voice.

“Wanted to see my boo.” She hummed. “Never get to really see you anymore.”

He exhaled, “Yeah I know.”

“I got dropped tonight so I thought my lovely boyfriend would pick us up dinner on the way home.” She fluttered her lashes cutely.

“Anything for my baby.”

“I’ll help you close. Just do your online stuff and I’ll clean.” Y/n walked to the front desk, setting her purse down.

“No no baby.” Jungkook stopped her. “You gotta be tired Y/n. I don’t want to do that to you.”

“It’s not that bad baby.” She chuckled, grabbing some cleaning products to properly prep the studio. “I want to help you.”

Y/n could almost run the studio on her own. She knew everything and was more than willing to help her man out.

“You’re so amazing.” He kissed her cheek. “I’ll hurry.”

“No rush.” She shook her head, getting straight to cleaning.

The two worked on the closing duties, making sure every part of the studio was ready for tomorrow.

“How was work today baby?”

“It was okay.” Y/n shrugged. “I’m so drained.” She complained, taking a seat on his lap.

Jungkook immediately notices her drained expression, and his face falls. He pulls her into a tight hug, rubbing her back soothingly. "What happened, mama?"

“Short staffed again so I was kinda irritated.” She sighed.

He sighs softly, understanding her fatigue all too well. "You know I'm here for you, mama. Always."

His thumb gently strokes the side of her face, trying to ease her stress. "Why don't you let me take care of you for once?"

“Mm no. It’s my job to take care of you.” She protested.

He chuckles softly, shaking his head at her stubbornness. "That's my job, mama. You're too tired to argue, and I can tell you need some pampering."

“You’re so hard working baby. You’re better than me because you can take so much.” He hummed. “Sorry about your day baby.”

His thumb gently traces the outline her lips, before gently kissing them. "Let me take care of you tonight.

“Please.” She gave in, “I need it.”

"You're too beautiful to say no to." He carries her to a guest futon and sits down with her, his arm around her waist as he kisses her once again.

He groans softly, kissing her deeper and harder as his hands begin to roam her body.

"You know what I'm thinking about, pretty?" He whispers into her ear, his lips brushing against it. "I can't wait much longer. I was fucking trying to wait until we got home but— shit I can’t.”

“So fucking pretty” He whispered.

He begins to undress her, kissing every exposed inch of skin.

“Been wanting this for so long.” She spoke, “We never have time anymore.”

He groans as he hears that, his hands cupping her ass as he her you closer to him.

"Fuck I know pretty. I've wanted it just as bad you have no idea.” He lifts her up and positions himself before lowering her onto him.

“Haven’t seen you in so long.” She mumbled. “Haven’t touched you in forever.”

He nods in agreement as he thrusts up in her. "I know, baby. I've missed this too." His hands roam her body, touching every inch of it as he whispers sweet things to her.

"I love you, mama. You're so fucking beautiful." He croaked out.

His hands travel down her body and between her legs, rubbing her in just the right spot as he watches her with lust-filled eyes.

“Mm” She hummed.

Jungkook’s eyes darken at her soft moans as he leans in closer. "Do you want me to fuck you now, baby?"

He whispers hotly in your ear before nipping at her earlobe. "Because I want to fuck you so fucking bad right now. Just say the word.”

“Jungkook please. Want this so bad.” She whimpered

He growls at her whines, pulling out of her before flipping her over and pushing back into her. "Like this, baby?"

His hips piston in and out of her as he holds onto her hips, tugging her back into him as he thrusts forward.

“Fuck Jungkook— yes.”

He smirks as he listens to her pleas for more.

"Yes, baby?" He leans over her, his chest pressed against her back. "Do you like it when I fuck you rough?"

He moans at her words, his thrusts getting faster and harder. "Yeah, baby. You like when I fuck you rough like this hm? You're such a good girl for me."

He bites down on her shoulder as he reaches around and starts rubbing her clit. “So good for me.”

He smirks against her skin, feeling her getting closer to her release.

"That's right, baby. Cum for me. I wanna hear you scream my name." He thrusts into her a few more times before reaching down and starting to rub her clit furiously.

Her legs were shaking and her body was reacting all too well to his touch.

Jungkook was reaching his orgasm as well, trying to chase it with hers.

“Fuck I’m cumming.” She whined.

He groans at her words, feeling himself getting closer to his own release. "Yeah, baby. Cum for me. Cum all over my cock."

He thrusts into her as hard as he can, triggering her orgasm. "Fuck” Jungkook cursed.

“Feels so good— shit” she whimpered.

He growls at her words, feeling himself getting even closer to his release. "Yeah? Mm gonna cum all inside this pussy."

He thrusts into her a few more times before he couldn't take it anymore and cums inside her with a loud groan, filling her up.

“Shitttt” She panted, looking at how messy her pussy was because of them.

He pants hard, his forehead resting against hers as he tries to catch his breath. "Damn, baby. You felt so fucking good."

He smirks and kisses her lips gently. "Thank you, you always let me fuck you so good."

“Anything for you my love.” She giggled. “I can’t believe we had sex in here again.”

He lets out a chuckle, kissing her forehead. "Yeah, I know. I can't help it though. Everytime you walk in here I know I’m done for."

He smirks and kisses her again. "You always make me so excited.”

“You’re just lucky I can’t resist.” She laughed. “Let’s clean now so we can go get food. I’m fucking starving.”

He nods. "Yeah, let's clean up. My stomach is killing me." He pulls out of you and helps clean her up.

“I’m not done with you once we’re home.” He mumbled. “Once that food in my system I’m ready to go.”

“You can’t be serious.” She laughed.

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[shautiecultist]

Promise

lottie matthews x reader sumary: you and lottie fight but you also made a promise to never go to bed angry

It was a long and silent car ride home after an equally silent date. As soon as you got home from your date, you could tell Lottie was mad with you. The car ride was filled with silence, and by the time the two of you got home, Lottie barely acknowledges your presence. The worst part is that you don't know what you did that could possibly piss her off like this but you were determined to find out.

You take a deep breath and approach Lottie. She was in the kitchen slamming drawers as if she were looking for something but didn't know what.

“Are you finally going to tell me what’s bothering you?”, you say carefully, not wanting to piss Lottie off even more or say the wrong thing.

Lottie turns around and for the first time since you two got home, she ackowledges you. As soon as you see her face, you can see all the emotions coming off of her.

"What's bothering me? You seriously don't know?", Lottie says turning around, finally facing you. You shake your head. "Our date was at 8pm, not 8:30. You left me standing there all alone for half an hour. And don't think I don't know you were taking work phone calls anytime you went to the bathroom. You're not that slick, you know"

The realization of what you had done hits you like a truck. The thought of losing her terrified you. "Lottie I genuinely thought our date was 8:30, I'm sorry. And about the phone calls, work has been a mess. We have a big project coming up, you know that", you say feeling like guilty for not giving your girlfriend the attention she needs and deserves.

"Oh so me and our relationship are not important enough that you can turn off your phone for a few hours? Got it." And with that, Lottie storms off to your shared bedroom, slamming the door. The thought of losing her terrified you but you knew she needed a little time and space, so you decide to stay in the living room for a little while longer, hoping your girlfriend would cool off.

…

After what feels like an eternity of sitting alone in the darkness of your living room, you come to the conclusion that you should probably sleep in the guest room, assuming Lottie doesn't even want to look at you tonight. When you open the door of your bedroom, you see Lottie laying down reading a book. Her eyes don't even lift up from the book, which means she’s back to ignoring you.

As you grab your pajamas and walk towards the door, Lottie finally acknowledges you. “Where are you going?”, her eyes leaving the book and making eye contact with yours.

“Guest room.” You say as you leave, not wanting to prolong the fight even more.

After almost an hour of laying completely still in the guest bedroom bed, you finally realize why you can’t seem to fall asleep: the promise you and Lottie made when you first started dating - never let your last words to each other be laced with anger just in case something bad happens in the middle of the night.

And just like that, you stand up and make your way back to your bedroom.

“I thought you were sleeping in the other room”, Lottie says, her tone now much more relaxed than she was before.

You don’t say anything. Instead, you make a beeline to her side of the bed and bend down to kiss her twice. “I love you”, you say as you stand up to leave the bedroom once again.

“I love you”, Lottie says smiling slightly at the gesture, also remembering the promise.

Needless to say, not even 5 minutes later, Lottie was also on the guest bedroom bed cuddling with you, holding your hand close to her chest.

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets x reader #lottie matthews #lottie matthews x reader #my posts

[blitzwhore]

Stolitz, and their fear of rejection and sense of worthlessness turning into a self-fulfilled prophecy.

Blitz—

Does anybody love you, Blitzo? / No.

Eventually everyone goes...

Stolas only cares about having a rugged peasant raw-dog him into his mattress. It's nothing... You know. It's nothing else.

I'm going to die alone, aren't I? Just a wrinkly, old, withered waste.

Royal demons don't give a shit about guys like us. They're all the fucking same.

Stolas, don't act like what we have is anything but you wanting me to fuck you. You make that really clear all the time.

But you don't want to do things alone, Blitzo.

I mean, Stolas is just a loud, thirsty bitch who loves feeling the thrill of being dicked by the lower class. It's a novelty to him.

And then he'll call me and try to see how my day was, and he'll pretend to care about me, and comment on my photos, and laugh at my jokes... /Oh well that's definitely your clue right there that it's all bullshit / I know, right?!

It's all my fault. I'd hate me too. I mean, I do hate—

You're going to die alone. You're gonna die alone, Blitzo.

[My worst fear has come true. He couldn't possibly want me. This has to be a joke. He's selfish and an asshole, just like the rest of them. He's trying to get rid of me; that's the only explanation. I'm just a broken toy he's finally gotten bored of, just like I knew would happen. He won't even fight for me, and why would he? I could never be good enough for him. It's happening again. I'm being abandoned by someone I care about. I really am going to die alone.]

Stolas—

Would he want me if he was free? And if he's only here as a prisoner, what kind of monster does that make me?

I mite b bsuy / I wouldn't want to bother you!

You see... I seem to have found myself with, um. Feelings for him. And I'm not sure if it's a mutual thing.

Dearest, I know better now, I must give you this choice.

I'll save us both before we grow cold.

What's between you and I? Just a comfortable lie.

I'm sorry it's a bad time yet again, Blitzy...

He deserves the choice to stay or go.

So I'll grant you this mercy, this bind on our souls needs to end...

Next time you come over, maybe we can talk about what happened at Ozzie's? / Y? / I'm sorry! Nevermind, it's not a big deal.

What's left for me and my broken heart if I cannot have you? Unless it's me, and no matter what in this world I could give, it's not enough to get through the walls you've conjured up to live...

I'll believe him, and not the voice that says I'm not enough.

I'll fucking die alone if this goes bad!

[My worst fear has come true. I truly am not worthy of being loved. He's rejecting me— no, mocking me for even thinking he could ever want to be with me if he didn't need my book. I've been taking advantage of him all this time, all the while believing we had something real and being naive enough to think he could love me back. I am a monster. And now that he can, he has chosen to leave me. So now the least I can do is quietly let him—the only person I have ever wanted and felt alive with—go. I really am going to die alone.]

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[sungiejpg]

WHY ME?; na jaemin [smau]

17. the worst nightmare + written (after each 3 photos!)

𓂃⊹pairing: jaemin x f!reader

𓂃⊹tags: college au, enemies to lovers, smau, humour, reversed trope

𓂃⊹synopsis: he is known as the nicest guy on the faculty who gets along with everyone, well…maybe not everyone

𓂃⊹warnings: suggestive messages/topics

ignore how bad the narration might be 😭 I didn’t have enough time.

“So, Jaemin,” Y/n and Jisung’s mother called him while he was finishing preparing the table with Jisung’s help, he already had a bad feeling regarding the conversation. “Did you see that my big baby finally got a boyfriend?” She said smiling, Jaemin already knew their mother always wanted Y/n to get into a relationship. Bingo.

“Oh, they are not dating,” Jaemin clarified while trying not to sound pissed off about the topic. Although, why would he get pissed off, it’s not like he cares.

“Not yet,” their mother replied, still smiling. Jaemin loved that woman, she always treated him like a son, but this exact day he wasn’t that fond of her.

“Mom! Please don’t say that when Y/n comes,” Jisung jumped in the conversation trying to shush his own mother, something that made Jaemin appreciate him even more.

“I know I know”, she repeated, “but wouldn’t that be cute?” she asked while looking at Jaemin and completely ignoring her own son, who was pretending to vomit.

“Haechan is not cute,” Jaemin replied, trying to maintain his composure. But again, he doesn’t care if they date, does he?

“Aw, our Jaeminnie,” she screamed. “Always taking care of my kids,” their mom said while pinching his cheeks. He just smiled awkwardly.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom then,” Jaemin said, exiting the room as a way to end the conversation and forget about it forever if possible.

No later than 4 mins you came, not without praying internally Jisung wasn’t already dead because of a spider or something, since you took longer than intended.

“Mom?” you asked when you saw your mother smiling standing in your kitchen and a kinda scared Jisung next to her. Well, not more than yourself, you could already tell what the topic of the night was going to be. “What are you doing here?”

“Aw my baby! I missed you so much” she screamed, running to hug you, which you reciprocated. “I came here since it’s been long since I last saw you and I wanted to have dinner with my two babies”.

“And?” You asked, already sensing what she was going to say.

“and I also invited someone special for dinner too,” she finally said after breaking the hug, Jisung smiling awkwardly, or scared, next to her. Kill me now, you thought, knowing it was going to be your biggest nightmare these days.

“Mom, don’t tell my is Jaemin, please.” Although you could already tell it was going to be him.

“He is already here, he went to the bathroom,” Jisung replied instead, still maintaining a nervous smile, which made you even more nervous.

“But I meant someone special for you,” your mom answered. Oh yeah, exactly, why would Jaemin be special to you. Wait, you thought, no way.

“Don’t tell me is…” But you weren’t able to finish your sentence since your doorbell rang, showing your biggest nightmare, fuckass Lee Haechan. Jisung is so dead, you thought.

“Hi family!” Haechan greeted everyone, not without smirking when he saw your face. And if things couldn’t get worse, it was at that moment when Jaemin came back from the bathroom and looked confused at you two. Jisung is so so so so dead.

“Well,” you said while putting your phone down after your mother and jisung left, not without her pinching Jaemin’s cheeks and saying he should go see her soon. You still don’t know how that even happened, since when was he that close?

“It’s been long since we last talked properly, only both of us,” Jaemin said, trying to make the situation less awkward. Who would have told you two months ago that you would be awkward with Jaemin, not because you hated him, but because you wanted him…

“I don’t think this counts,” definitely not awkward at all. Both of you were still in the corridor next to the door.

“So Haechan and you, huh?” he said while getting a bit closer to you, sounding a bit pissed off. Why would he? Maybe because Haechan was his friend?

“Not you too, I would rather light myself on fire than date him” quite literally. You even thought about doing it while your mom was trying to set both of you up during the dinner. Also poor Jisung, who had to listen to all of that.

“Hey, he’s still my friend,” Jaemin joked while smirking and still getting closer to you. If he kept doing that you would jump on him and bite his head off, out of excitement, not hatred. “Is he that bad?”

“Well, he isn’t I guess” you sincerely replied, “but I don’t like him, romantically I mean.” That coming off way more awkward than you intended since Jaemin was way closer than before.

“Romantically? So,” he said still getting closer, he smelled like vanilla, of course he did. “So do you like someone?”

“Maybe?”

One second he is smirking and the next second his tongue is tangled with yours, making your heart rate increase. Maybe this is where you die. After what felt like an eternity, he pulling back from the kiss and looking at you confused, as if he wasn’t the one initiating it. However, both of you heard the sound of keys.

“Well, bye,” he blurted out as soon as he heard Jisung out of the flat, opening the door.

“What do you mean by well bye?” You screamed, but he already left half running, leaving Jisung and you confused. What the fuck just happened.

“What’s going on? He didn’t even take his jacket with him,” Jisung mumbled, but you didn’t listen to that, too busy trying to grasp the situation.

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