#deja's my lil guy i love them

[gearbroth]

who put all these owls in my house smh

#owl house #toh #hunter #eda clawthorne #raeda #raine whispers #toh oc #ironstar gordon #toh deja theus #myocs #my ocs #a lot of these look slightly off sorry sdkhffsd #i was tryin to figure out how to art again after a couple weeks askdhdas #deja's my lil guy i love them #im more fixated on my other toh oc but yknow i still love deja too sdfkjhfsd #i be like- in love with raine and eda and makes an oc to have polyamourus epic gay love #and then a day later i hyperfixate on belos and then never stop fdskhjfhlkfsd #my bro (who introduced me to the show) was trying SO hard to get me to obsess over the wittebanes fdskjhdsf #it did not click for me until a solid week after binging the show x'D i was soley focused on raeda until FINALLY my brain just went *philip* #and now we're just obsessed and rant to eachother like every night like greek philosophers about the wittebanes and other parralels asdkhsa #anyway dies #belos is gettin his own post(s) later bc yknow #myart #-i was gonna post these tomorrow but new teaser screenshots got me hyped so sdfkjhsfd #posting these so i have time to post more doodles that are gonna get inspired x'D

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Transfixed | part 5

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collage made by me with pictures from pinterest

moonknight!system x female!reader

a/n: ahhhhhh i havent updated this fic in over a week!! i am so sorry lmao. Went skiing and had a lil meltdown but I am back and i will try and be more frequent with my posting i promise<3 thank you guys so much for engaging with the past parts and i've added so many new names to my taglist which is extremely exciting!! thanks lovies. I hope you enjoy the chapter.

Warnings: no use of Y/N, fluff, making out, NOT beta read, gushing about the moonboys, flustered awkward dorks, plot-twists, Jake being a menace <- this part only features Jake, Marc simping HARD, Steven being a cutie as always, spanish (without translations), if I missed anything or made any spelling mistakes pls don't hesitate to tell me!

Summary: you're finally locking lips with your mysterious date in this one;) Jake makes sure you get home safe and you find out some things about him that you're not sure how to feel about. You get home at around 4 am in the morning...safely? let's hope so...

2,400 words

Your nose brushing against him and his grazing your left cheek. You let out a soft wavering breath and you look into his eyes. They were darker than before, you would recognise that look from any distance and you know that this wasn’t Marc nor was it Steven, this was Jake. You were certain of it.

He speaks up, only confirming your suspicion

 ‘¿Me dejas besarte, hermosa?’ he lowly asks you for a kiss. Without answering you almost magnetically move towards him. Your noses craze each-others and both of your hands move towards his face, cupping it gingerly. Jake watches you, mouth slightly agape, awaiting your move. ‘Humanidad’ playing in the back, the moment was utterly perfect. Finally, your lips touch, making a flame erupt in your heart. You part away after a soft loving peck and see him waiting with his eyes closed, his lips ready for another as you exhale amusedly and press your lips to his once more. This time a bit less patient, your hands tug him toward you, you feel his hands cover yours at the sides of his face. He then moves his hands to your face, cupping yours and caressing your cheekbones with his thumbs. You move yours to the back of his head and you thread your fingers through his beautiful curls.

He feels your tongue brushing over his lower lip, asking for entrance and he eagerly grants it. Your tongues meet in a soft dance, not unlike the one you’d just shared moments before. He pulls away regrettably, needing to catch a breath. You both keep your hands in the same position as before, you’re leaning on him completely and he stands as steadily as ever, completely unfazed as you rest your body against his. ‘Hi Jake’ you practically whisper, afraid to break the peaceful atmosphere. ‘Hola amor’ He speaks as if he were holding back a burst of emotion. ‘Didn’t think you’d show tonight’ you say while brushing stray curls back, behind his ears. His hands move to clutch you toward him by your back, caressing the middle of it softly. ‘Ay bebé i’m always watching, could’t let them have all the fun. Been waiting for you for too long to sit back and watch as they make you giggle and fluster.’ you suddenly remember something very important and back away abruptly from the loving embrace ‘Them! Marc and Steven- Y-you have to explain- you’re fronting right now. They’re gonna know you were here- I can’t- won’t lie to them. I can’t stand lying and even less so to them.’

After pacing, you stand your ground and look at him intensely, making sure he understands you are very serious about this. He moves toward you, with his hand extended to you, inviting you to take it and you do. He holds your hand in his and leads you towards the sofa. You sit down together, facing each other, grabbing a pillow to hug, grounding yourself. ‘I’m gonna tell them, I'll talk to them tonight. I didn’t plan on it happening like this, I was going to wait a little longer to be completely sure everything was taken care of and they’d be safe…but well-’ ‘well what?’ ‘I- I really couldn’t let either of them beat me to it.’ he says and you see his chest and ears flush red as he looks at you. ‘Beat you to what, Jake’ He moves closer so your legs touch and he cups your face once again. ‘to kissing you, cariño’ his proximity makes it hard to really comprehend what he’s saying. You move in to join your lips again but before yours can touch his, you pull away, placing your hand in the middle of his chest. ‘You’re telling me you are possibly putting them in danger because you wanted to ‘kiss me first?’’ you ask incredulously. You don’t know what kind of danger this could be, but from what little you knew about Jake it couldn't be good. Jake always seemed very secretive and there was a certain urgency towards his actions. So this danger must be pretty severe if it’s kept him from meeting his brothers for so long just to protect them. ‘Nena, don’t say it like that- you make me sound like an idiot.’ ‘well- maybe you are!’ you exclaim and try hard to look stern when you feel a slight smile tug at the corners of your lips. He really risked all that…just to kiss you? Your heart skipped a beat at the thought and you pause when he smiles at you, as if amused that you’d d insulted him. ‘Tesoro, I promise they're going to be fine, I’ll fix it. I always do…’ You want him to elaborate but you trust him. You know that this is all insane and complicated. You haven’t known them for long but you’ve had intense encounters with each of them. Feeling closer to them than you have to anyone ever before, getting to know them little by little felt like a treasure hunt, filled with happy moments you were meant to find on your way to the long awaited treasure. 

Realising that it was already after midnight, Jake makes quick work of the dishes while you tell him more about the library, things like how long you’ve gone there and what it means to you. He can’t help but smile while listening to you talk about something you love as much as the library. You tell him many stories which include the orange cat “barry” the library owners had bought not too long ago.

Clearly you love that kitten, making Jake wonder if you wanted one of your own…maybe he could buy one for you one day. But what colour should he get? Would you also want an orange one or maybe a black one…oh black ones are cool, so mysterious- ‘Jake..? what are you thinking about?’ you have stood up from your chair on the other side of the kitchen island, watching him wash the dishes. The way his back moved and his folded up sleeves stretching over his arms was already enough to get your motor running but the mere fact that he was washing the dishes and drying each dish as he went…had you almost shaking with desire. ‘Oh nothin', chula- just thinking…’ he finishes drying the lasagna-dish and dries his hands on the towel. He leans back against the sink and tosses the towel on the kitchen island.

‘...are you thinking about Marc and Steven? About what you’re gonna tell them?’ you ask hoping to find out more about what's gonna happen as soon as you leave. He already explained that he can’t let any of the other two front right now, because they’d probably freak out and want you to explain. He needs to explain it by himself to be fully honest with them. ‘Ya sabes, I'll tell em' about…well, me…I think that would be a good start.’ you watch as his lips move into a tense line and you decide not to pry any further. It's their business after all…you pride yourself in not being nosy or very into gossip…although, admittedly it always was fun to talk shit about people.

You glance at the clock behind Jake and notice the large pointer nearing two AM. ‘I really should get going- I think there’s a bus-stop not too far from here I ca-’ he puts his hand on your waist and you stop your scrambling and stay put. ‘Muñeca, you don’t seriously think I’ll let you walk home at two in the morning do you?’ before you can start talking he answers his own question ‘-no. No you won’t. I’m drivin’ you home in my car.’ He places a quick kiss to your lips and lets go of your waist, grabs his cap, keys and leather gloves. Meanwhile you stand there still dazed from the casual quick kiss and watch him slide on the stretchy leather over his thick fingers and apply your entire concentration, to not climb him like a tree. He looks up and sees you staring, he chuckles to himself and turns around to collect your bag and coat. ‘Put on your pretty shoes and let's get a move on’. You do as he says, only partially annoyed by how easy it was to follow his orders.

You slip on your boots and put on your coat. He opens the door for you and locks it behind you, that’s when you notice he is still carrying your purse and doesn't intend to let it go anytime soon. You smile to yourself, and head down to the main entrance. It's raining outside and he moves you away from the street, keeping you underneath the partially covered part of the street, as he gets entirely soaked. You walk a few blocks when he takes a turn and unlocks a garage attached to a pretty unassuming building. He opens it to reveal the sexiest car you’ve ever laid eyes on. It was black and shiny and absolutely spotless. 

He can’t help himself, you look so beautiful ogling his car and standing there soaked…your tights were completely see-through and the beige sweater clung to your body like second skin. He feels saliva gathering at the corners of his mouth when he snaps out of it and takes your hand, leading you into the garage. You slowly walk into the dimly lit, grey room and he opens the door for you.

Jake was very particular about his car and who got to be in it, he insisted on them being clean and without question, dry. At least usually he‘d care abt that, not right now though. All he needed to know was that you were safe. He drives out of the garage and makes quick work of locking it before driving to your place. You’re driving for a bit when you realise something, ‘Wait, I haven’t told you where I live…h-how are you going the right way?’ you ask in a distressed tone. 

Now this was a fair question, since there really was kind of a bad reason as to why he knew where to drive…He had already once visited your apartment building. Not in a creepy, stalkery way…but also not, not in a creepy way? Ever since he first met you in the library, he would sometimes drive there and smoke a cigarette between clients. He would see your lights on and feel a sense of calm. That's how he knew that you were safe. He didn’t know why he cared so much about you…he just knew that you needed to be safe, that you were important somehow. So he kept you safe, in the only ways he knew. He rasps his throat ‘I-I read the message you sent Steven, where you mentioned your address.’ he lied. He had to, to make sure everyone was safe. He can’t tell you, at least not yet, not until you know more…

‘Oh, right, right- I forgot about that.’ he comes to a halt and you look outside to see your building. ‘Oh wow, th-that was so fast.’ Jake chuckles at your astonishment and exits the vehicle, making his way over to your side. He opens your door and holds out his hand for you, to help you get out of the car. He pulls you out and you end up pressed against him, your wet clothes stick to each other and you feel breathless at the smell of him and how close he is. ‘I hope you had a good time tonight, tesoro’ He strokes your jaw and palms your cheek softly. You nuzzle his hand and open your mouth to answer ‘I- I did…I enjoyed all of it, all of you. Please tell them that tonight, tell them th-that my heart grew like ten sizes because of tonight. I don’t know much about you all…but I know you have one thing in common’ you say while stroking the nape of his neck. ‘What's that hermosa?’ he says leaning closer ‘you all care so much, I feel so safe with all of you...thank you’ you say with a flushed face and watch his face harden. Jake doesn’t think he deserves your sweet words, as you said, you don’t know him. He doesn’t react to your compliments and opts for something sweeter than awkward silence and leans into you, capturing your lips in a long and tender kiss.

You moan into his mouth and he grabs your hips tighter, pulling you closer, moving you between his thighs, fully resting his weight on the hood of his car. Somehow you don't feel the uncomfortable sensation of the wet clothes sticking to you. Purely enjoying his lips and tongue moving against yours, practically savouring you like an expensive wine. He moves his hand to grab your ass and pulls you further towards him, making you very aware of his growing arousal when you feel it poking your thigh. You're brought back from your daze when you feel yourself wanting to grind against him on the streets of London. You pull back and he follows your lips with his, pulling you even further towards him. You turn your head away and giggle ‘Ja-Jake stop it’ you keep laughing as he kisses your neck teasingly.

He stops and softly holds onto your elbows as he sits back down on the hood of his car. Your breathing calms down and you look into his eyes leaning into him again, hugging him and giving him a quick peck. ‘Would you consider giving me my purse back now?’ ‘Of course, chiquita...But what will I get in return, ah?’ he brushes his nose against your neck and kisses it once, wetly. You shudder and pull away completely feeling your face burn under his watchful gaze. You open his side of the car and grab your purse, which was placed neatly on the driver's seat. You put on your bag and walk towards your front door, he follows you and you both come to a halt at the top of the short flight of stairs. ‘Thank you for driving me home, Jake.’ you lean up and give him a soft, slow kiss on the lips. You pull away to see him with his eyes closed, opening them slowly. ‘...Best reward there is’ he swoons, referring to his previous comment. He takes a step backwards, going down the stairs but keeps his eyes glued to you. Watching as you make your way into your building and he feels content once again, knowing you're safe. 

You make your way into your apartment, not noticing your clothes dripping all over the floor. You replay all of the moments from this evening in your head and can’t stop yourself from breaking into a huge grin. You chuckle to yourself and feel your heart almost beat out of your chest at the memories flooding your head in huge waves. All the spots they touched on your body flaring up with heat. All of it comes to a stop when you see a white blur from the corner of your eye. Your breath hitches when you hear music playing and see the window open, suddenly very aware that you‘re not alone…

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a/n: uh-ohh who is in your apartment and what do they want with you? In the next chapter you find out the true plot of this story and how important the reader actually is in said plot...I hope ya'll liked this chapter and as alwaysw if you did enjoy it, please like / comment / reblog / follow.

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not a pride ask but do you have a design for post SO Jotaro? Just curious because it looks like most of the SO crew excluding Jotaro and Weather had an obvious design change

ah! i do :3

or halfway, some iv done some vague wonderful world designs but never really sat down and put them down to paper in a nice filled out way yknow what i mean!

so this nice lil small break from pride ask, make some lil doodles of my general ideas for Wonderful World SO cast designs,,,

40 yr old baby girls or whatever

the youths

and these guys, one from a whole other world, and a Perla! I dont know if it make any sense for her to exist in the Wonderful World but i wanted to draw her anyways. I like to think in a better world were everyone was better Wes and Pucci and Perla all got to live and be sibs and Pucci and Perla are besties with Pucci having left the church and Perla becoming a researcher.

I also looove the idea (again, doesnt make sense but i love it) of Perla in Wonderful World having the deja vu from Made in Heaven but for her its the sense that she shouldnt be alive in a very literal sense and having this weird itching in her head about how things feel... off.. Then meeting this little boy named Emporio who carries around a single disc with him and seems to share look in his eyes like he knows something is off,,,

#stone ocean spoilers #just in case lol i know the animes been out for months bUT ykno #stone ocean #jojo #jjba #jotaro kujo #weather report #enrico pucci #narciso anasui #anakiss #ermes costello #eldis #jolyne cujoh #irene #emporio #perla pucci

[venusandsaturnsrings]

I'm starting think manifesting is real or something lol. I have been chatting with inceltaru for quite some time and then a guy who literally acts and talks like him comes into my dm. I was like I'll humour you.

He was like "thank you for talking with me. I'm shy so I can't talk to girls. I work out but I'm more on the lean side. I work as software developer and security guard at stadium in weekends." Always referring to me as sweetheart or love.

Mind you it's only been barely a week. Keeps asking me to see my picture and asking weird questions. I keep dodging them like a pro thanks to my training I got from inceltaru.

What broke the camel's back was him asking about my bra size.

I was like this feels like a deja vu. So told him to download character ai and blocked him.

I love inceltaru and any variations of Tartaglia but he is fictional character and I really can't deal with men like him irl.

-🌼 anon

I READ THIS ANON IMMEDIATELY AFTER U SENT IT N WAS LIKE “not possible i haven’t gotten a sweaty bf myself yet…” AND GUESS WHAT?? GROSS SWEATY MAN ENTERS MY LIFE!! not my bf yet n i have a habit of losing interest in men very quickly idk why but… yk… not to dump on u but here’s some info on him that’s got me swooning a teeny bit: snake bite piercing, TALL, eyebrow piercing, longish messy brown hair, tells me i shouldn’t have to use my brain, calls me princess n dolly, wants to do nothing other than spoil me, n goes on n on abt how he loves my cute lil innocent face… he’s 25 so 6 years older than me but… i do not care he’s poking all the right spots in my brain!!

i respect u so much!! he does not deserve ur time or attention at all if ur not into him too!! it’s good to know what u like irl vs fictionally n not put up with behaviour or attributes that u can’t handle!! very good job i am so proud of u ^w^ i so sincerely hope u are able to find someone that isn’t like That someday, u deserve love!! mwah mwah kisses!! <3

#u r stronger than a marine #U TELL EM!! #men are so… #eugh 90% of the time #i am so proud of u pats ur head #🌼 anon my beloved <3 #chit chats

[ameliatheamazing]

I watched the a:tla live action and because I used to be the Posting My Thoughts On Avatar blog, I'm gonna share the lil reviews I wrote after watching each episode. spoilers ahead!

1- aang:

ok so far it’s actually really good! The actors are amazing, especially aang and zuko, but like everyone actually. They are kids. And that’s like the most important thing. (i just hope they’re still kids by the end of the series lol). The visuals are BEAUTIFUL, the lighting and color grading is really good, the effects are great, the costumes are amazing- it’s all really faithful to the show. And it’s so exciting too bc i know it so i’m like so hyped every time something new that i recognize comes along. So overall i’m enjoying it. The main thing is it’s pretty tonally different, like bc it’s a limited series they’re focusing more on the war aspect of it all and cut a lot of the filler. Which makes sense i guess but like.. I do hope they let these kids be kids! Like please let aang goof off and show katara and sokka that it’s ok to take a break and have fun as well. I feel like that’s a really important aspect of his character so we shouldn’t cut all the filler. Please. We’ll see. (i had this exact problem with the pjo series too.. feel like i’m getting deja vu)

2- warriors:

Episode 2! Was really good! They took out sokka’s sexism which ppl were mad about but i honestly really liked what they did instead, how he connected to suki through them both being leaders of their villages. He still underestimated her and she still taught him to fight (he just wasn’t wearing makeup. tragic) and i LOVED every scene they had together! I was like kicking my feet it was so cute. Kyoshi came in and was so OP. I think it’s weird that they started going to the north because of some omen and not because aang needs to learn waterbending?? Like what’s the reason for that. so many of the decisions made here just seem to be trying to move the story along as fast as possible. But there are still good character moments and it’s enjoyable.

I love zuko. I already did so i am biased but his actor is amazing he really has that anger but also like, a clear softness beneath that. (my only problem is his scar isn’t quite as nasty as the animated version. Like from far away you can’t even really see it, i feel like it should be bigger.) I’m still not sure about iroh’s actor he’s pretty different from the animated version and i just feel like no one can live up to the original, but his character is similar to the one we know and love. azula and ozai made an appearance which is wayy sooner than in the og lol. but both of their actors seem great i’m excited to see more of them.

3- omashu:

ok we knocked out a few major s1 episodes, with jet and the mechanist from the northern air temple being featured. neither of them were from omashu originally but combining them here actually worked out ok. i loved danny pudi as the mechanist obviously. they weren’t living in the air temple though which took out a pretty big struggle for aang, where he had to come to terms with other people living on the air nomads’ land. but they can’t include every detail and like i said, having them in omashu worked just fine. idk how i feel about the jet plot, it seemed pretty similar to the original episode it just had less focus so it was like weirdly paced i felt like. most important thing was we saw cabbage guy!! even in live action his cabbages aren’t safe

4- into the dark:

why did they have bumi like, literally try to kill aang? in the show they revealed he was bumi at the very end and he was like haha it’s me your friend! i was testing your strength or whatever. here, they had him be mad at aang for not being there during the war! like oh my god?? in the original series, not everything was about the war. you even forgot it was happening at times. here, they don’t let you forget.

so glad they included secret tunnel. also oma and shu were lesbians we love to see it. but it was so strange that the badger moles like… responded to love? what?? that’s not a thing. in the original cave of two lovers episode i remember katara thought love would be the answer at first, but then was proven wrong and the crystals actually just guided them because it was dark. but in this one, she was right and sokka looked like an idiot for not believing her?? ok. i am kinda glad they took out the kataang stuff, i don’t think we need it this early on.

i liked zuko and iroh’s plot, especially the addition that the guy who captured iroh had a personal trauma from iroh’s ba sing se attack. this show has so much depth and nuance rather than just having good guys and bad guys and this was a great way of showing that.

5- spirited away:

idk what to think of this one. it was kind of an all over the place infodump. they clearly used this one as a way to put in a lot of stuff they weren’t gonna cover otherwise, like sokka’s trial thing. it didn't flow together very well. but i still enjoyed it i guess. we met a bunch of spirits that normally don’t show up until later like koh, wan shi tong, and the fox that i’m pretty sure was yue. interesting choices. ok and why the fuck did they have june flirt with iroh?? bc in the og series he makes comments towards her that are a bit gross. and instead of taking that out altogether, they reversed it?? what the fuck? that’s not better. i think my favorite part of this episode was gyatso telling aang it wasn’t his fault. he needed to hear that.

i’m starting to get pretty annoyed that aang hasn’t learned waterbending AT ALL? by this point he had been practicing with katara quite a bit! like we are way behind on the mastering elements thing when that was literally their top priority in the main series.

6-masks:

that was actually amazing. pretty spot on 1 to 1 of the blue spirit episode, at least the second half. except at the end aang and zuko talked a lot more, they’re really pushing zuko towards that redemption more than in the original. zuko’s backstory also had a lot added to it which i really liked. ozai’s characterization is so interesting, he has a little more depth (we’re just seeing more of him rly) but he ofc is still the worst human being ever in the world. but the actor who plays him is so good and we're really seeing why he makes the decisions he does. the agni kai was more drawn out which made it even worse, and we saw the actual moment of zuko’s banishment which was also extremely painful to watch! :D when he was crying in his bed ugh i couldn’t take it. and i love the detail that the soldiers he wanted to save were assigned to be his crew, which led them to respect him more once they heard his story. i loved that.

they really dumbed down commander zhao in this, i watched the original episode again and he was so much more threatening. idk why they gave that asswipe more comedic relief than aang. let aang be silly!! i’m also craving more appa in this show.

7- the north:

this was pretty much just an expanded version of the waterbending master episode. (although aang is STILL not learning waterbending?) the katara vs pakku fight was amazing and really accurate to the original scene, which was one of my favorite fight scenes so i’m glad for that. although they took out the whole thing with pakku noticing katara’s necklace but that’s fine tbh. but yeah she had her girl power moment! slay. yue is amazing and her and sokka’s interactions are so great! although i wish sokka and suki hadn’t actually kissed in episode 2, bc i feel like it took away from the importance of his and yue’s relationship! like she was his first kiss in the series and now she’s not. she’s not even necessarily his “first girlfriend.” so yeah weird choices all around. i also found it interesting that she dumped hahn and was not even betrothed to him. and he was way less of an asshole so it's not even clear why she did that. i guess trying to give her more agency? but like it doesn't make sense.

8- legends:

this one was good, again pretty accurate to the season 1 finale. the fight scenes were really drawn out to the point where it felt like they were just padding time lol, but aang’s avatar state fish suit thing looked really cool. i don’t remember if aang’s conflict here was in the original but i don’t think it was? where he’s like “i have to bear the burden of being the avatar alone” i remember him struggling with that in season 3 but not s1. idk how i feel about that. I love that katara got her moment and got to not only fight but be a leader! also momo like, sacrificed himself to save someone but it fell pretty flat bc if you're just watching this new series, you would barely care about momo. he's like not in this at all. zuko was the highlight once again. i just love him. i think that's all i have to say? again, pretty much the same story as the original.

TLDR i didnt hate this series, most of my problems with it just came from the fact that it's a live action remake and i hate those as a concept. as a fan of og avatar it was really enjoyable! I didn't like the shift in tone very much but I knew it was coming. (i'm probably gonna rewatch the og series as a palette cleanser lol). The cast and overall visuals were great and the story, although condensed, was fairly accurate. I'm excited to see how they do s2 but i'm not like super invested and my hopes are still not that high.

#avatar the last airbender #atla #natla #review #man it's been a long time since i used those tags #i did that liveblog 4 fucking years ago. my god

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Can we know more about Deja 👀

YES YOU CAN ANON 💕💕

Empath, Pollard undecided but I’m learning towards 7?

She's very proudly bi!!

Besties with Nick back in high school

Moved to Los Angeles when she graduated because she’s An Actress and she’s actually been somewhat successful!! She’s been in a few shows, mostly romances or dramas

She has an Akita named Security 💕 It’s so she can yell “SECURITY!!” And a big ol dog comes running lmao

If acting doesn’t work out, her fallback is to become a therapist! Her dad is a physical therapist and her mom’s a psychologist so she’s grown up in that world + is an empath

She’s shipped with Nico, who is my Sally-mancing button’s brother lol

Y'know how Nick takes care of everyone with food + bearing the brunt of Everything + doesn't want help because he thinks he doesn't deserve it? Yeah, Deja's the same but with jokes instead of food. She's a silly lil guy, she makes heehee's on social media lol

Umm 👉👈 Relationship stuff with Nick under the cut because um 👉👈 I’m insane ☺️

Their romance is so tropey omfg

You’ve got ye ol classic “besties who have big fat crushes on each other but don’t get together for whatever reason”

Their reasons were not wanting to ruin their friendship + differing plans + Nick dates around lol

So then they don’t see each other in person for several years, though they do keep in touch

AND THEN!! DEJA COMES BACK TO CHICAGO TO FILM A SHOW!!! AND GUESS WHO SHE RUNS INTO!!!!

This is post-mb btw so subject to change—but basically they start hanging out a ton!! There's lots of inside jokes and they still totally have big fat crushes on each other!! Both get teased by the Wiseman+Friends extended family!!

Do they get caught in the rain,,, do they almost kiss,,, does Deja pull away because she doesn't want to just be a fling,,, perhaps,,,

Does Nick tell Button that he really, really, really likes Deja and get tough loved into confessing,,, perhaps,,,

Anyways after they get together and Deja has to go back home, she tells Nick not to do a dramatic airport run. He does it anyways. (She loves it <33)

WAHH it's just super cheesy and stuff!!! Also Deja's soooo obnoxious about dating Nick online lmao!! Like this post is what she does all the time!! But they go to events and stuff and they're so dorky and cute <33333 wahhhhh I love them <3333

P.S. THEIR BABIES ARE NAMED CLEMENTINE AND GRAHAM THAT'S ALL THANKS!!!!!

#this is long I'm sorry anon <3 #but tbh. I do this Every Time so is it a surprise <3 #GAH THEY'RE SO EVERYTHING TO ME #ITS ABOUT THE CAREGIVERS GETTING CARED FOR #ITS ABOUT THE FUNNY GUYS WHO LAUGH THROUGH THE PAIN #ITS ABOUT KNOWING EACH OTHER BEFORE THEIR PUBLIC PERSONAS #ITS ABOUT HISTORY AND LOVE AND YEARNING AND MAKING DUMB JOKES AND KITCHENS AND LATE NIGHT PHONE CALLS!!!!!!! #IM UNWELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #anyways. thank you so much for the ask lmaooo #do i need an ask tag :o #mind blind #mind blind if #nick wiseman #Nicholas wiseman #oc: deja #ship: deja vu

[whoslaurapalmer]

look. I love good things come in threes and I packed a lot of stuff in it and it's like quietly one of my fav twin peaks fics I've written because of all the little world building things and I have notes I've held on to about how I wrote it

-sometimes I do think the fic is a little slow -- but not. In a terrible way?? In a sweet way. It's supposed to be a slow little afternoon. Just a little time

-ed has a tammy wynette tape bc he and norma listen to her in the pilot.

-there was a line I really wanted in there – “so you’re gonna stand by your man her into a prom date?” but it didn’t really tonally hit anyone’s dialogue, which I was having a hard enough time with. harry and hawk and ed are out there sharing a braincell and hawk has it 100% of the time

-the Fall Football Game Of Some Renown, where, according to the access guide, hawk ran the wrong way, and according to the secret history, hank fumbled a play, took place in fall 1968, so this fic takes place a couple weeks before that. I was imagining it as like a, thanksgiving game or something, bc the schools where I live always have a high school thanksgiving day game (or they USED TO), and the fic takes place like, early october.

-the mod squad (which also had peggy lipton) had indeed just started airing at the end of september that year, and the fugitive (which also had a one-armed man) had indeed started airing four years previously (and ended in 1967).

-oh! so i wanted them watching unsolved mysteries, but that aired too late in the timeline. then i wanted them watching the untouchables, but that would've just ended right before fall 1964. so that was how they watched the fugitive, because it started airing fall 1964. they're likely watching the first ever episode.

-oh, was that a weekend? i don't think it was, but. that's where my attention to detail conks out.

-okay the thing about time here. harry and hawk and ed are born in 1950. the fall football game is 1968. that makes them 18, seniors, and they will graduate in june 1969.

-frank is harry's older brother.

-FRANK IS INEXPLICABLY LISTED AS AT THAT FOOTBALL GAME.

-BUT HE CAN'T BE???? BECAUSE HE WOULD'VE GRADUATED?????? I'M???????? i'm still screaming. anyway in this fic frank is in college.

-hand to god I probably attended at least one “under the sea” themed dance in my school career, although I never went to homecoming. i don't even remember what the themes were. i think one prom was like???? a night in paris????? do NOT remember.

-the point is also that time repeats.

-i have never in my life seen the good the bad and the ugly, but it has that Classic Whistle-y Theme, which I figured they’d know. didn’t know if peaks was big enough to have a movie theater or drive in?? and I wanted to pull in the nearby town of newport (where hawk buys a car during high school).

-i picked the 1960 chevy impala bc it’s a cute ass car. love a good old car. that interior?????? to die for.

-guys just Loving their super inexplicably terrible cars is one of my favorite things. Ed's car is inspired by like 3 men I've known I swear to god who were just THAT into their terrible sad little cars. It's the PRINCIPLE of the thing, you know!!!! It's the car!!!! It's the memories!!!!!! You can't put a price or value on sentiment and what even a not well working car means to you. and.....it still WORKS. just needs a lil love.

-a group of guys banding together around their terrible little car and having a ROUTINE to get it to work is also. so good to me

-there's a lot of 'just needs a little love. Is it enough' in the fic bc that's how Harry feels about the town. That's what the town does. The love is not enough. But these friends love each other and are doing their best

-shout out to my mom for coming up with ed fishing out the cassette tape from inside the seat

-I cannot resist mentioning Diane Shapiro. I think it's a fun idea, if she and hawk are vague high school sweethearts and write letters to each other.

-harry has this vague deja vu (???) feeling of s1e6, where coop and hawk and harry and doc hayward go into the woods to find jacques renault’s cabin and find margaret’s first, bc I can’t resist some good time shenanigans

-harry thinks the cabins change because that was the only way I could rationalize them going into the woods in s1e6 and NOT RECOGNIZING MARGARET’S CABIN.

-you wanna tell me they'd never seen her cabin before??? they'd never been there????? really????? in all the years they've lived in twin peaks, of all the years harry's been sherriff????? they don't know that's margaret's cabin?????????????

-especially bc like, look at harry's face in that scene. he and margaret have looked each other dead in the eye and shenanigan'd before.

-anyway.

-the cabin that harry thinks is missing is jacques renault’s.

-the road with the controlled burning on one side and the forest fire remains on the other is 100% real. they do controlled burning where i live in late winter/early spring, to decrease the amount of stuff around in the event of a fire. and you can always see remnants of it for months after, just these scorched little baby trees and the bottoms of tree trunks. but over the summer there was an enormous forest fire, burned for like, three, four days?? smoke lingered for WEEKS after. (no structures were hit, which was good. and i think it did manage to jump the river??) and if you drove through the area, you could see this distinct split where the fire had hit, where stuff was just burned, leaves dead, everything orange and brown. and then just on the other side of the road, there'd be the controlled burn remains, these black branches against the most lush summer green leaves.

-my fav part is harry's flashback to the other fires -- just my favorite parts to write, I think there's a lot in there about. The town and the bookhouse mentality and failures that don't read as failures and. Everything, yknow

-fuck hank, btw, he's just. such a fucker. Harry loves him such a terrible amount here

-the 'good things come in threes' is bc the good things are harry and hawk and ed. They mean a lot to each other. Not you, hank. And harry is gonna have to learn that and it's gonna suck

#lulu talks about peaks #sorry i cannot readmore i am mobling

[bunny-rambles]

hiii im back because whenever i feel awful i love going to your blog and rereading some fics and chilling out and sending an ask if im not too shy ehehe. anyways ik your post abt ideas a while ago but this just an silly little brainrot im thinking of writing, got some stuff planned out lmao but its kinda cheesy *nervous laughter*

anyways so. basically former!harbinger!reader and childe are together and they are painfully chaotic and so down bad for each other. the thing is that neither of them have told each other of their secret identity because they want to protect each other and also because they are really fucking blind to each others affections. ANYWAYS so being a former harbinger who faked their death, theres always rumours and agents on the prowl trying to find reader as some didnt believe that they died. And obvi childe has enemies bc hes a fatui harbinger as well. SO SO THIS ENDS UP WHEN THEM JUST BEING DRUGGED OR SOMETHIGN AND THEN WAKING UP AND BEING LIKE OH FUCK THIS IS BAD BUT WAIT MY S/O IS HERE I CANT REVEAL MY IDENTITY but then reader and childe bust out crazy fight moves when the bad guys come back and just ✨power coupling✨ their way through it until they get back to safety and stare at each other in shock like what the fuck just happened lmao, my sweet, soft absolutely adorable partner JUST DID THAT?? and they both realize they have to explain themselves lmao

ahaha im totally not wondering if i should send this in at all because im weirdly nervous and shyyyyy but i hope you’re feeling okay today!

- king (🫣🥴)

Oh dearest,

I’m so happy my blog is a safe space for you. You’re always welcome here, and I’ll do what I can to offer comfort to you through my stories 💞

Now onto your idea, I feel like I’m experiencing deja vu- have we talked about this idea before? Regardless, I’m happy to read it again !!

This reminds me a lot of SPYXFAMILY but without the ‘family’.

I can see Childe pretending to play into the toy seller persona he puts on for his brother to the reader, and the reader taking up an innocent job that wouldn’t raise any eyebrows in their region.

Lmfao them being absolutely clueless

Childe: ‘I got you some flowers because they remind me you.’

Reader: ‘So… I irritate your nose and make your eyes watery?’

Or

Reader: ‘this place would be perfect for a romantic date.’

Childe: ‘I hope whoever you bring likes it!’

Dumbasses in love is a trope I adore dearly, almost as much as enemies to lovers. Anyways,

Reader and Childe getting kidnapped with each other but intentionally holding back what they can do when they’re both imprisoned is both hilarious and unfortunate. It’s only when one of you lands a particularly strong hit all hell breaks loose and you both start showing your true powers. Childe low-key thinks you’re hot when you’re fighting ngl-

Imagine the conversation after-

Both: ‘You can fight?!’

Both: ‘uh…’

Both: ‘you go first-‘

Both, again at the same time: ‘I’m a harbinger-‘

And both of them just scream WHAT?! Because they put up such a sweet persona, not a fake one but obviously just hiding their bloodlust and talent for fighting, so they can’t imagine each other being in such a villainous light.

Childe 100% helps the reader in hiding away from the fatui, even if it risks his life doing it. In return, his partner protects him from the fatui finding out he’s helping them. I bet neither tell each other about that though and they’re keeping more secrets bc they’re fucking idiots that have trouble communicating their feelings.

I love this lil AU, if you have anymore brain rot about it, feel free to send it in !! I don’t know what I can add to it though, I hope you enjoyed whatever this was lmfao

#bun speaks #king anon #my dear you’re always welcome #i understand being shy #even on anon #it’s okay <3 #i just hope you know I love our interactions #childe x reader

[julesnull]

Hello :D How are you? I do hope you're doing well! I come bearing questions, if you wouldn't mind answering...

If you had to estimate, how many OCs do you think you have?

Biggest family of OCs (and their names?)?

What OC has a quirk you relate to?

OC who's really good with animals- and an OC who's really good with electronics/mechanical stuff?

When making a character, do you like to include a bit of yourself into them? Or do you prefer they don't reflect you at all?

Do you have an OC you cherish more than others? If I might ask, what about them piques your interest more than others? If not, what 4 OCs as of late have you devoting your attention to?

Pick 5 OCs: What's their favourite outfit when out and about? Least favourite genre of music? What are some of their interests or hobbies? And what movie do you think they'd go see?

:-)

H a i Ga l en -

I apologize for not answering sooner as I wrote out my entire answer only to go to another tab on my phone and lose it all !!!

Estimated amount of OCS: I think maybe 70 ??? 70-80 ??

Biggest family of OS: Wae has the biggest family, I calculated SEVERAL times :3 It consists of Wae, Aryus and Anika (parents). Talene and Rowen, Adenechi and Safiya (grandparents). Kaye, Lucille, Solise, Cheyanne, Namek (aunts and uncles). Kadanechi or just Kada (little brother). Serie, Alcime, Cappina (nieces). Deah, Sirius, Aaren, Arya, Nuzea, Millie (children). Jacale, Dusty (boyfriend and girlfriend). Unzani (spouse). I tHINK that's all of them, it's like 24-25 ?? I don't remember but this would be the 4th time I'm counting so I don't wanna do it anymore !!

The rest is under the cut to be nice to the innocent people scrolling :3

OC who's really good with animals- and an OC who's really good with electronics/mechanical stuff?: Hmm mmm I don't really have an oc who's good with animals exactly, Night does tho and his name is Deja :3 I have some characters who are good with electronics and mechanical stuff and that would be Devante who works with techy stuff at Sedna (i hope Night told you about that) and Naomi who works with robotic stuff :3 And also an oc that I didn't even name but I just remembered, he makes steampunk machine kinda things !!

When making a character, do you like to include a bit of yourself into them? Or do you prefer they don't reflect you at all?: I do! I am a huge germaphobe and I think might have ocd ? So I make a lot of my characters like that, a lot of them also have a lot of social anxiety cause even though it's fiction I don't know enough about not being anxious to make them that way, if that makes sense @///@

Do you have an OC you cheri:sh more than others? If I might ask, what about them piques your interest more than others? If not, what 4 OCs as of late have you devoting your attention to?: Yes and it's Wae :3c He's my first oc that I really put my all into, blood sweat n tears. I love all my ocs but he's just my special lil guy !!

Pick 5 OCs: What's their favourite outfit when out and about? Least favourite genre of music? What are some of their interests or hobbies? And what movie do you think they'd go see?: Okay okayokayokay this is where I lost everything cause it was a lot to type so here they are ! vvvv

Wae: His favorite is probably a white v neck plus a sweater over it since it's v v cold and his signature leather jacket that he's covered in pins, and his steel toed wool lined boots !! and also black skinny jeans, ripped or not depending on how cold it is

Least favorite music genre: None !! He loves all music :3

Interests and hobbies: Music (listening and playing), playing with his kids :3 walking in the morning, going out with Unzani Jacale or Dusty, doing his hair and makeup :3

What movie he'd see?: Probably something like minions or trolls because his kids would want to go, but for himself he would watch long documentaries with Unzani, probably true crime :3

Dione: Favorite outfit !! Would probably be a polo shirt and khakis, and either white vans or tennis shoes !! Otherwise his uniform will do :3

Least favorite genre of music: Probably dubstep or something, it's just too loud for him

Interests and hobbies: Baking, cuddling with his husbi :3, working out, walkin his dog, makeup and dressing up, playing piano !!

What movie he'd see?: Probably disney or animated movies from his childhood :3 And he'd stay home to watch them cause the theater would be too packed and loud for him (as if old disney movies play in theaters anymore)

Julien: His favorite outfit would probably be black jeans, doc martens, a graphic tee and a leather jacket :3 plus a studded belt and earrings

Least favorite genre of music: Classical

Interests and hobbies: late night walks and motorcycle rides, he does partake in controlled "substances" for recreational purposes 👀 having spa nights with his roommates and boyfriend, taking his daughter to parks and motorcycle rides

What movie he'd see?: Hmmm probably any of The Conjuring movies so he could laugh at them since they're mostly demon centered and he's sort of a demon :3

Bau: Favorite outfit, black leggings, white v neck and a grey hoodie :3

Least favorite music genre: Dubstep >:(

Interests and hobbies: cooking, drawing, cleaning, self care, showering, traveling, meeting with friends, cooking with friends, painting, tattooing

What movie he'd see?: Probably just whatever his family would want to see, he'd like watching it with them more than watching the movie

Devante: Favorite outfit while out n about would be long sleeve black shirt, pants, doc martens, a scarf, a big ol hat, some gloves and sunglasses, oh yeah he's a vampire lol :3c

Least favorite genre of music: Pop

Interests and hobbies: 3D modeling, coding stuff idk, writing, poetry, cooking, running, calligraphy :33

Thank u for the ask Galen !! I enjoy writing a bunch of things about my ocs !! Hope you're doing well :3 <3

#jules big talkies #oc ask thing #ask response #galen asks me things and i go hehehe! !! wooo yay! !! !!

[kick-rem]

im aware im stunningly gorgeous i dont rlly gaf anymore i dont want to be admired and worshipped i want to be loved softly warmly and intimately. i want a guy who just loves me and doesn’t drool when he sees me or b***. don’t actually know if i want my ex back but he keeps texting me and im not sure how to feeell…. because hes like genuinely done such horrible things to me but i cant shake that feeling i got when i made eye contact with him. maybe hes ted bundy idk im not immune to the manipulations of men icl. my desire for men is a placeholder. a man is not what i want, desire is what i want, i want to feel that feeling of desire, that pulse, that pause in time, so that time goes by faster until i dont need them anymore. however i do like to fuck and i dont care about the perception of it. sexual desire is different, more fleeting. id fuck alot of guys. i like gay guys i guess, a lot less judgemental when it comes to the dick. not that there’s anything to judge, its the rest of me thats an issue sometimes. id pretty much get with most of the guys im friends with that are like old enough for me. my friend brought me out with their friend and her friend. the first friend im aesthetically obsessed with. shes kinda just perfect, shes very stylish, very intelligent and shes autistic too so like i wanna get close to her so i can see what i relate to her with. also shes in art and im going into art too so maybe we cld help eachother. my friend told me “shes bringing her friend and hes like such a you person” they was right asl. i kinda have a crush on him but prob wont see him again. he has such a cute face, above his lip is red from his nose dripping and the cold. he liked my jumper and he smokes too. im aesthetically obsessed also with my friend whos a living monster high doll. i used to be fixated on them when they first came out but stopped a couple years after from judgement i guess. i live vicariously through her stories. i dont really know about this friend group, do they like me, some of them sure but i feel like theres a hive mind lurking in them ready to go against me but maybe im paro. im the oldest now. the next oldest likes me and seems to not care enough to have any negative feelings. the next oldest ive been close with for a while so should be fine. next one is deathly afraid of being seen with me by the main opp but its fair enough considering his history(the opp). seems to be warming up to me again tho which is nice but a weird deja vu feeling. dont know where this one fits in age wise tbh but he’s interesting. autistic as hell and i can see it in his communication which is both good and difficult sometimes. feel bad for him sometimes cus hes kinda the runt of the group metaphorically but also hes a little iffy towards me sometimes so ill keep an eye. next one is a sassy lil f word and hes fine. its nice to be in a local friend group again, the distances are easy. i cant sleep

[fff777]

watched dream sketch #7 in london, paris, and berlin

Renjun doing a ballet spin and Haechan stretching. Renhyuck ballet AU.

Whatever Jaemren are doing.

Dream practices are always just cuddlefests

Look at this brat, Chenle acts tough and talks big but he's the biggest princess ever

Just a million things going on while Renjun takes cam control

Jaemin, in Korean: How do you say "get it together" in English Mark, in English: I love you

Jisung hyping up DJ Renjun even though he is not DJ-ing right now

Whatever's going on here

I'd seen a gif of this before watching this video and y'all must know I lost my shit. Jaemrenists we are so back.

Renjun just permanently at 180 degrees while practising

Oh wow they performed at Wembley. I only know that name because of soccer lol.

Mark explaining how "guys" refers to men but is also now used as a catchall term for everyone.

They're always just chatting amongst each other in huddles in the breaks between practice <3

Mark's already got his pretty hair done

Yeah okay Nohyuck

Renjun: I'm feelin it are you feelin it Chenle: No

I want to highlight the fact that I am only 3 minutes into this half hour video. There is always so much going on with these dudes.

Saturday Drip rehearsal (y)

Haechan is a sun but suns are also stars

Nomin

Game time! They all look so pretty

It's cool that Hrvy met them backstage :P Hrvy remembers all the details hehe.

Hrvy @ Jisung: You got a lot taller and your voice got a lot deeper ToT I know dude ToT I wasn't even there for it but he's all growed up.

Jisung prepared a little something in English :3 That's my son <3

I wonder why Chenle spoke in Korean (since he's pretty good at English ^^;;)

Kyuu pose strikes again

Deja vu's been growing on me. It's a pretty hype song eh.

My little guys. Also I'm so mean but every time Renjun wears that outfit I think of McLovin.

Low angle Chenji

Jeno flip!!!!!!

Jaemin: Don't skip a meal He's so malewife coded and yet not

Kissu

Picking up and playing with the toys that the fans throw on to the stage

樂樂又在撒嬌啦

Aigo with 350% energy by Haechan

Group huddle. Also Jisung looming over Renjun.

Renjun continues to be horizontal

Their rehearsal space in Paris is pretty small ^^;;

Chenle just promoting Starbs' iced vanilla latte for free and with his homemade slogan.

Mark sliding to the food and Chenle finding him adorable

My little guys again

Princess x Princess (I originally had so many screenshots for this part but I had to delete on account of the Tumblr pictures per post limit hmph)

Headlock of love

Whatever they were doing

They were all just having an insane dance party while Mark watched

Chenle and Renjun having a high pitched siren voice competition

Haechan believing in the power of Ratatouille inside his beanie

Getting hyped while practising Trigger the fever. It does hit different doesn't it.

Jaemin practising French :3 He likes Paris a lot :3

I took sooo many screenshots during this video but Tumblr only allows 30 so I keep having to delete some ToT

Anyway here's more Jaemren

And Markmin

Oh wow the standing spaces are REALLY close to the stage

Aw Haechan picked up a Crayon Shin-chan plush :3 And Chenle picked up a Daegal pillow X3

Lil cuties

Wait omg who gave Renjun and Jisung PSG jerseys??

Now onto Berlin

Mark taking a video of German pigeons

Did Haechan back his ass up into the huddle to get spanked

Jaemin's sweater said "GO HOME SOCIETY" which I assume is some form of introvert social club

Creation of Jeno?

They're such energetic performers. Watching them in concert must be so much fun~

Jeno helping Mark fix the back of his shirt?

Quite a few of them prepared something in German :3

Haechan tummy

Nomin again

Chenle wearing sunglasses during boom

Oh man this video was soooo much fun. I would have included so many more screenshots but alas, Tumblr said no. (I know I could technically reblog this post to add more photos but I am queueing this so I'll forgo the hassle and just cut down on number of photos).

#screencaps & commentaries #nct #nct dream

[myaheartsmarkie]

addicted — chapter one

“you’re mine—all mine. nobody fucking else’s, you hear me?”

word count: 12.7k

genre: eventual smut, long ass plot, slowburn!, college/university au!, friends w benefits!, crude/crack humor!, student athletes! jeno + yn, baseball captain! jeno, volleyball player! yn, possesive! jeno.

synopsis: he had completely convinced his self that you were no more than a quick fuck. someone he called at 3am when he was hard, a booty call…nothing more. all that went out the window when he sees you out with another man.

playlist: deja vu by twenty88 (literally my main inspo for this chapter,,,chef's kiss!!) trust issues by drake, let me love you by ariana grande (ft. lil wayne), too much by loco (ft. dean), that's why i love you by sir (ft. sabrina claudio), think by reddy (ft. jay park), let me explain by bryson tiller, no love by summer walker (ft. sza), beware by big sean (ft. jhene aiko), can't get over you by joji. ( y'all...some of these songs i gate keep from my irl friends,,,do cherish my babies > < )

warning(s): 18+ only please!! heavy dialogue, possible errors bcs im not revising this shit, so. much. sexual. tension. jaehyun, sungchan, kevin, and eric (tbz) supporting roles!!, jae tries to keep yn out of trouble, kev encourages her to do stupid shit, some alcohol consumption, mentions of drugs, mild smut, public sex (jeno gives yn head in the locker room), mentions of alcohol, (lowk) toxic! jeno, slight size kink! (jeno is built af yall,,,whew!) ,,,lmk if i missed anything!

note from mya: hey guys,,,the wait is over!! she's here, slay <3 . if u didn't notice above, this is in fact a part one, a lot of people were on my ass about my other two one shots (mark + yuta fic) so i was like lemme split the next one up and give y'all a proper ending lolz. so this series isn't gonna be long at all — maybe like 2 or 3 chapters. like stated above !! minors !! do !! not !! interact !! please please please! if ur not a minor, thank you & enjoy. once again, everyone in the story is 21+ (idols are their real ages). heavy on this part, jeno is a bit toxic in this story, and it is not my intention to sexual this toxic behavior at all! as always, this is a work of fiction, i do not view him like this in real life. this is fake! likes, feedback, and reblogs are very very very much appreciated <3 . lmk if you guys wanna be added to my taglist here, enjoy !

© myaheartsmarkie 2022 — all rights reserved !

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“but it’s so cute!!” you exclaimed.

jaehyun rolls his eyes, taking the cat from your arms. you pout but allow him to take the kitten away from your grasp. he places the small kitty back into the playpen as he shoots the older lady a small smile.

“you’re not gonna get him?” she asks, looking between the both of you.

jaehyun shakes his head no, grabbing your hand and dragging you away.

“you know we can’t keep a pet yn” jaehyun tells you and you sigh in response.

pulling your hand from his hold to fold them over your chest. you know he’s right, but it didn’t stop you from wanting one. you’re a student athlete, between homework, practice, games, and work you have no time to take care of a pet. with a huff, you reluctantly follow the taller boy into your shared apartment.

“i still wanted him though, he was so cute” you whine, throwing yourself face first onto the couch.

kevin eyed your position, looking at jaehyun for an answer.

“some lady is giving away her cat’s litter downstairs–she wants one” he informs his friend.

kevin nods in understanding, scooting closer to where you’re laid. he brings a hand up to your head, petting it lightly. you look up with an annoyed expression but it changes when you realize it’s kevin and not jaehyun. you flip over so your head lays on his lap, earning a small laugh from him. jaehyun is leaning against the wall, watching the both of you.

“jaehyun’s a traitor” you told kevin, pointing your index finger towards the brown haired boy.

jaehyun simply laughs, shrugging his shoulders.

“is he?” kevin asks, running a hand through your hair.

“mhm, we should kick him out” you suggest, crossing your arms.

jaehyun feigns shock, exaggeratedly gasping as he pushes himself off of the wall to go grab a drink from the fridge.

“if you kick me out, who’s gonna cook?” he snickers.

kevin covers his mouth as a snort escapes. you glare at him.

“fuck you, i don’t need you to cook for me” you huff angrily.

you know you’re lying, you can’t even make toast correctly. your pride was more important though!! plus, jae had already been right about the whole pet situation. he doesn’t need another ego boost.

“oh okay, so you can cook food all on your own now?” jae asks, taking a swig of his water.

you let your pride answer.

“yup, i don’t need you” you tell him, standing up to walk to your room.

jaehyun simply nods in response.

“don’t come begging me to make you something when you're hungry” he shouts just before you close your door.

you throw yourself onto your bed. way to go yn, you can’t admit your cooking is horrible now you’re gonna starve for life. you sigh into your pillows.

—

jaehyun and kevin are sat at the kitchen table when you wake up the next morning. kevin spots you first, sending a smile your way.

“how’d you sleep?” he asks, patting the seat next to his own.

you inch towards him but you’re looking at jaehyun. he’s being…weird. you sat down next to the taller boy, picking up his cup of orange juice. welcoming yourself to a few sips of his drink before you sit it back down.

“i slept well, what about you?” he nods, ruffling your already messy hair.

“do you work today?” he asks, taking a bite of the pancake on his plate.

you nod in response. peeking from around him to eye jaehyun. he has to know what you’re thinking right now. as if on cue he looks up at you, and you scowl. he laughs in response.

“you hungry?” he asks, tauntingly waving a piece of his food.

your scowl deepens at his actions. crossing your arms over your chest you turn away from him.

“come on, just say you need me and i’ll make you whatever you want” he tells you.

your interest is now piqued. you slowly turn back to the brown headed boy, eyeing him suspiciously.

“what’s the catch?” you ask, and he shakes his head.

“no catch, just say you need me” he answers, and you look up at kevin.

he shrugs his shoulders.

“fine, i need you” you mumble, looking down at your lap.

“sorry, what was that? i couldn’t hear you” jae says, standing from his seat.

you grumble.

“i said i need you,” you repeat yourself, a bit louder this time.

“good girl” he teases, pinching your cheek.

you push him away with an annoyed huff, he simply laughs.

“you want french toast?” he asks and you nod happily.

you watch excitedly as he cooks your breakfast, all the past annoyance leaving your system. you eye him intently as he whisks the eggs in the clear bowl and seasons it with cinnamon and vanilla extract. he dunks the piece of bread in the egg batter, coating both sides before he sits it in the frying pan. your head rests on the palms of your open hands, elbows atop the counter next to the stove. jaehyun looks over at you, poking your cheek. usually you’d do something about it but right now you’re too overjoyed to mind.

“cheesy ass grin” he says, laughing at your expression.

“what, french toast is good” you say, moving closer to watch him flip it over.

jaehyun doesn’t respond, he simply nudges you with his body.

“hey yn,” kevin calls, you turn around to face him.

“didn’t you used to fuck with jeno?” he asks, and you tilt your head in response.

“jeno? like, lee jeno?” you ask to make sure you heard correctly.

kevin nods in response, waving you over with his hand. you walk over to where he’s sat, sliding into the empty seat next to him. he turns the phone over to you and you look at the screen. you see jeno, he looks the same for the most part. he changed his hair color and you think he might be slightly bigger in the bicep area as well.

he’s sporting a sleeveless white shirt, a red cup in his left hand. your eyes trail to the other figure in the picture, it’s a girl. she’s dressed in a skimpy red dress. a familiar one at that..

your eyebrows crinkle as you look harder at the dress. where’ve you seen this dress before? your eyes move upwards towards the face of the girl jeno is holding and your eyes practically pop out of the sockets.

“i-is that jieun?!” you gape, looking at kevin for assurance.

“i think so..” he says slowly, locking the screen.

your mouth stays open as realization sinks in. you sit back in your chair. that dress was the one she borrowed from you last week. that’s why it looked so damn familiar.

“when was that posted?” you ask kevin.

“last weekend, his frat had a party,” he answers.

you nod curtly. you can’t believe this. she asked you for the dress and told you it was for a “special occasion”.

you assumed it was for a boy but you didn’t think it’d be to impress the boy you used to sleep with! you let out a groan, hands covering your face. you were exclusive friends with benefits with jeno for over half a year. half a year of you rambling to jieun about it over the phone. talking about everything, about how good this man was in bed, how attractive he was and even how you thought you were in too deep. she was the one you confided in and trusted with those secrets, and here she was hugging the man you were once ass over boobs for.

what. the. fuck.

“yn? you okay?” jaehyun asks, sitting your french toast in front of you.

yeah. you’re definitely ok. yup! absolutely fine!

no you’re not okay, what the fuck!

you just found out your now ex-best friend/emotional support partner was (possibly but you’re pretty sure) sleeping with lee jeno!! the man she knows you were in love with. and to put the cherry on top, you were the one who gave her that dress because (and you can quote!!) whoever she was trying to impress, wouldn’t be able to resist her in it.

you were about to rip your hair out. you stared blankly at the plate of food in front of you. all hunger dispersed due to the recent events. kevin rubs your back, looking at jaehyun for help. jae shrugs, pulling out a chair at the table.

“we have to let her deal with it–all we can do is be here for her.” he says wisely, looking at you.

you were recalling all the things you did with this girl. she was your best friend. or so you thought…but maybe there was more to it, right? there’s no way she would just stab you in the back, let alone over a boy...right? maybe, just maybe it was a friendly hug…?

oh who were you kidding, that was no friendly hug. something was going on between them and you were determined to find out what it was!

not right now though. right now all you wanted to do was go and cry by yourself in the bathtub. you shake your head and sit up straight, pushing all those thoughts away. you just hoped whatever was going on wasn’t what you thought it was deep down.

—

mental note: unfriend kevin moon.

you were currently sitting in the library with kevin. you both had exams coming up and you thought it’d be good to study together.

two brains are better than one after all, right?

problem being, neither of you were studying. i mean you were doing something, but it wasn’t in correlation with homework at all.

you were both hunched over kevin’s laptop, stalking lee jeno’s social platforms. maybe confiding in kevin wasn’t the brightest idea but you may or may not have been tipsy when you did so.

rambling on about how much you loathed seeing your best friend and ex fwb partner together and of course not leaving out how you were determined to find out what their relationship was. kevin was your ride or die, and he was always up for some tea or drama. so when you, his lovely little introvert that never seemed to be in any drama, was up for something completely out of character…he practically leaped at it.

that’s how you ended up in the situation you’re in now.

you were both dressed in all black, with a dad cap and sunglasses. you looked ridiculous.

“why the fuck are we dressed like this?” you whispered, nudging the taller boy.

kevin hissed, pinching your thigh in response. you frown, rubbing the spot on your leg.

“because, we’re on a mission dummy” he responded, peeking from behind the hand-held menu.

“we could’ve dressed normally, you’re acting like this is some action movie,” you grumble.

kevin ignores your smart remark. he was enjoying this, to him it felt like he was Liam Neeson in Taken. Scouring the city to find the bastard that kidnapped his daughter. In reality, they were (as he says) “closely following” jeno. yes, the two of you were in fact stalking the jock, but kevin says your reasons provide justice for your actions. this is why you need jaehyun. he was the responsible one. he kept the two of you out of trouble.

“how do you even know he’ll be here?” you ask the black haired boy.

“i have my ways,” he states, pushing his glasses down to wink at you.

you roll your eyes, head falling onto the table.

of course kevin was right. low and behold, in walks lee jeno. with a girl of course, what were you thinking? she’s clinging to his arm rather tightly, her skirt barely covering the back of her thighs. he looks good. his hair is blonde, and he’s clad in a gray pair of sweatpants and a black shirt. his muscles are quite evident in the short sleeve shirt.

“you’re gawking” kevin whispers, moving to turn your face.

you glare, attempting to pinch him but he slaps your hand away. he then kicks your ankle and you look at him with a shocked expression.

“12 o’clock, alert! alert!” he whispers, and your head whips forward.

you eye the pair stalking in your direction and you feel like you’re about to throw up. you look at the girl, a small feeling of content settling in your stomach when you realize it isn’t jieun. maybe they didn’t have a thing like you’d hoped.

“what the fuck do we do?!” you ask kevin, covering your mouth so jeno couldn’t read your lips.

“just be normal, don’t panic” he replies, sliding the glasses off his face.

he smiles at the blonde headed boy, extending his hand to dap the boy up. jeno returns the smile, slightly shaking the girl off his arm to pat kevin’s back. you don’t miss her faltering expression as she brings her arms to fold over her chest.

“fancy seeing you here” kevin jokes, and you chuckle under your breath.

you run a hand through your hair, curling a piece behind your ear before you pick up your phone. you had nothing to say to this man, so tuning out the conversation seemed best. you aimlessly scroll through social media as you wait for kevin to finish talking. your cheek is squished by your open palm, elbow resting on the brown table. your eyes drift towards the face that’s now behind your phone.

sigh.

“jeno.” you say, voice monotone.

“princess.” he replies, a small smile crawling up his face.

you roll your eyes at the pet name, sitting up straight. you sit your phone down face first.

“how’ve you been?” he asks, inviting himself to sit down in front of you.

you shrug in response, nodding your head in his direction. silently asking ‘what about you?’. your hand moves to clutch the back of kevin’s shirt, tugging him down to sit next to you. the girl slowly takes the seat next to jeno, scooting the chair closer in his direction.

“same old, parties, sex, paractice–missing you” he shrugs, sitting back in his chair.

the way he’s looking at you, he more than likely didn’t miss the shock that crossed your features shortly. you clear your throat, looking over at kevin briefly. you want to leave so fucking bad, but you hold your composure.

“you’re a dick” you scoff, looking at the girl sitting next to him.

she’s obviously embarrassed and wants to leave. she’s not looking up, her eyes set on the floor. you feel bad for her.

“he’s not worth it, find someone better” you tell the girl, standing up.

kevin follows suite, standing up with you. jeno clicks his tongue, looking at you in amusement. he stands up, stuffing his hands in his pockets. you step back when he steps forward, but his legs are longer than yours. he bends down, now hovering over your ear. you can feel his breath, and it’s making your face hot.

“you know it doesn’t get any better than me, princess” he tells you, and you shiver at the pet name.

he pulls away from your ear, now face to face with you. his only mere centimeters away from you. you look over his features. he’s still so fucking handsome. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss him.

your mouth is slightly agape, and you can’t seem to find any words. all you know is you can’t kiss him. so you grab kevin’s hand and you make your way out of the eatery. kevin is stumbling after you, quietly cursing under his breath about creasing his shoes.

“we’re outside now yn, you can stop dragging me” he states and you let him go, sending a sheepish smile his way.

“so…that little moment?” he teases, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

you roll your eyes for the umpteenth time today. punching his arm, satisfied when he yelps in pain. you laugh, tossing the keys to him.

“don’t tell jae,” you point a finger at him, looking at him seriously.

he raises his hands, shaking his head.

“cross my heart and hope to die” he says, doing the gestures that go with it.

you chuckle, hopping into the passenger seat.

—

ever since you ran into jeno that day, you’ve literally seen him everywhere.

in class, in the hallways, cafeteria, even at practice!

you just can't seem to get away from him. currently you’re enjoying the comfortable silence in the cafe. you closed your eyes, resting your head on the back of the booth.

“come here often?” he jokes, sliding into the unoccupied seat next to you.

you open your eyes, looking at the owner of the voice with an annoyed expression. he raises his hands, silently apologizing. you just sigh, closing your eyes once more. you were too tired to argue with him right now.

“go away, jeno” you simply state.

you don’t see him but he feigns hurt, clutching his heart dramatically.

“you don’t want me here?” he asks, grabbing your smoothie off the table.

he brings the straw to his lips, sipping on the pink slushy substance.

“no, i don’t” you reply, opening your eyes to look at the man.

your eyebrows furrow when you realize he’s gulping down your drink. you snatch the drink away from him, sitting it back on the table.

“so hostile..” he tells you, grinning.

you roll your eyes, sitting up. you know now that he’s bothering you, he’s not going to let you relax.

“what do you want?” you ask.

“just wanted to talk,” he says, getting comfortable.

you nod, turning your body towards him. the least you could do was converse with the man. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to ask about him and jieun.

“anything in particular?” you ask, resting your head against your hand.

“why’d you ghost me?” he questioned, seriousness evident in his tone.

you weren't surprised. you didn’t have a true answer for him though. you knew why you ghosted him of course, but you couldn’t tell him that…you’d do anything other than admit you fell in love with your sneaky link.

“i don’t know actually…” you lied, looking down at your drink.

“i guess i just got…bored?” you continued, lying right through your teeth.

you miss the shock that crosses his features at your words. bored? of lee jeno? oh you were such a fucking liar. you didn’t care though. you’re okay with hurting his ego instead of admitting you fell in love. when you look back up at him he’s looking at you with a serious expression.

“you got bored of me?” he asked, tilting his head a bit.

you don’t respond, you just slightly nod eyes falling to your lap. jeno laughs lightly, a hand raking through his hair as he sits back. he looks up at the ceiling, his free hand blindly trying to find yours. when he does, he laces his fingers with yours.

“tell me the truth, yn” he tells you, turning his head to face you.

you stare at the blonde boy blankly. you didn’t know what to say.

“i’ve known you since our first year, i know when you’re lying” he states.

you shift in your seat, the wooden chair suddenly becoming uncomfortable. you quickly glance over at jeno, he's already looking at you. you sigh, eyeing your drink. you watch as the collected condensation on the outside of the cup drips down onto the table.

"i admit that i was lying, but i'm not telling you why" you grunt, stubbornness evident.

jeno just rolls his eyes at you, used to your stubborn behavior.

"we were friends for 3 years, and you just up and ghosted me...i deserve some kind sort of closure, don't i?" he asks you, his hand slipping out of yours.

he folds his arms over his chest, his biceps slightly flexing. you slightly pout, feeling bad. you know he's right.

"i wanna know something too, so if i tell you the truth i want the same from you, deal?" you pitch, and he agrees.

jeno sits up, attention all on you. with a soft sigh you cross your legs, looking straight at him.

"don't make fun of me either" you warn the blonde boy and he nods.

"i was starting to develop feelings for you, that's why i blocked you" you say, rather quickly.

you didn't wanna look at him, too scared to see his expression. you can feel his eyes on you, they were practically burning holes into you. the air was suddenly thick, it felt as if you could reach out and grab at the oxygen.

"so it's not because you got bored of my dick?" he asked, leaning down to be face to face with you.

your cheeks are on fire, they felt as if they were melting. jeno stares at you, waiting for a response. you can't form any words though, so you just slightly shake your head no.

"so shy.." he whispers, tilting your head up with his index finger.

his lips were so close to yours, and his fingers were soft against your face.

"s-shut the hell up" you mumble, pushing his hand away.

you rake a hand through your hair, attempting to bring yourself back to reality. jieun, you had to ask about jieun.

get over yourself yn.

"jieun, what's up with you and her?" you ask, looking back at jeno.

jeno ponders on your question for a little.

jieun?

"who is that?" he asks, and astonished is an understatement.

"kim jieun? the girl you posted last week? my best friend?" you attempt to remind the man of the girl.

jeno just looks as if you're speaking french. you roll your eyes, grabbing your phone and pulling up the picture. you snort when you realize he's still blocked. jeno peeks over your shoulder, curious as to what you're doing. you look at him sheepishly, and he cocks an eyebrow at your expression.

"you're still blocked.." you say in between awkward laughs.

jeno rolls his eyes. you reach for his phone instead, turning the device towards his face to unlock it. he watches as you open instagram and tap his most recent post. you look up at him expectantly as he glances over the picture.

"i don't remember her" he tells you and you look at him confused.

"you literally posted this," you tell him and jeno shrugs.

"i remember her face, but that's about it...never asked her name" disgust boils in your stomach at his words.

"so you just...fucked her without knowing anything about her?" you say and jeno shrugs again.

"when you say it like that it makes me sound like a dick" he grimaces, his face contorting to a bit of a disgusted expression.

"it's not like that, i just—i dunno..she probably mentioned her name, just don't remember" he says blankly, as if it were normal.

well for him it was normal, not for you. jeno's mind was drifting towards that night though, there was something that happened he just couldn't put his finger on it.

"well, her name is jieun and she's my best friend" you huff, tossing his phone onto his lap.

jeno slightly pouts at your words. he didn't know that, how the fuck was he supposed to know that?!

best friend?

something clicked in him. memories of that night with her flooding into his head. he remembered seeing her from afar, the red dress she wore was familiar. really familiar.

like, you bent over in the backseat of his car in that red dress type of familiar. he remembered that dress, how could he forget it.

"i remember now, i didn't fuck her" your ears perked up at that.

"i-i was going to, but it was because i thought she was...you" you were confused but intrigued.

your face contorts to surprise at his words. why would he think it was you?

“what do you mean?” he asks, looking at you for an answer.

“the dress, it’s yours right?” he asks, and you nod.

“i let her borrow it that night..” you tell him, fiddling with your fingers.

jeno looks at you, taking in your appearance. he hasn’t seen you in your practice gear in a while, it was still one of his favorites. nothing is better than you dressed in his clothes in his opinion. your volleyball jersey and spandex shorts.

“i miss you,” he says, voice as light as a feather.

he cups your cheek and before you know it his lips are on yours. you gasp. you feel his arms snake around your waist, squeezing lightly. you wrap your arms around his neck kissing him back. you haven’t felt him against you in so long.

you grip the hair on the back of his neck as your tongues dance together, sighing when you feel his fingers slip under your jersey. his rings felt good against your hot skin. he dips down to leave open mouthed kisses against your neck.

“j-jeno” you stutter, squeezing his shoulders.

he pulls back to look at your flustered expression.

“bored of me my ass, look at you” he teases, brushing some of your hair away.

“yeah yeah, whatever” you roll your eyes again.

jeno snickers as he goes back to work on your neck. he sucks on your sensitive spots, only moving on to the next spot when he’s satisfied with the color. he stops when he notices the necklace you’re wearing. he furrowed his eyebrows, curling his finger around the piece of gold to pull it out. he audibly gasps when he realizes what necklace it is. the gold pendant staring right back at him, his initial dangling at the bottom. he runs his fingers over it, trailing over the gold letter.

you look at jeno, curious as to why he stopped. your eyes go wide when you realize what he’s looking at. you grab the chain from him, tucking it back into your jersey. you sit up straight, untangling yourself from him.

jeno slyly smiles, scooting closer to you. he slips his hand over the back of your chair, leaning into your side.

“you still wear it?” he chuckles, fingers toying with the fabric of your jersey.

you whine, kicking him from under the table. jeno winces in pain, gripping your leg to halt your movements.

“i just couldn’t bring myself to take it off, shut up,” you say blankly.

“i’m glad” he smiles, pinching your cheek.

you roll your eyes, standing to your feet. jeno does the same, grabbing your long forgotten smoothie and sipping on it. he holds a hand out for you as you grab your phone off the table. you look at his hand and back at him. with a shake of your head you push his hand away, slipping past him.

“just lemme walk you home, god, you’re so hard headed” he grunts, catching up to you.

“i’m fine, Jeno,” you sigh, reaching for the door.

jeno lightly smacks your hand away, pushing the door open for you. he slings an arm over your shoulder, both of you walking in the direction of your apartment. you gave up on shooing him away, he obviously wasn’t taking no for an answer.

you can’t get rid of him, and deep down inside…apart of you is content with that.

—

today was horrible.

you were running late so you didn’t eat before you clocked in, and of fucking course you left your lunch. all the customers were giving you a hard time, and two of your co-workers called off last minute so you’re stuck covering for them. you were so fucking close to putting your two weeks in. you’ve been looking for a new job, but you didn’t mind not having to come to this shitty ass job while you looked.

you rolled your eyes as you thought of what jaehyun would say when he finds out you quit. mumbling small profanities under your breath as you wiped the table rather aggressively.

“no yn, you should’ve stayed. what would your mom say if she found out you quit?!” you said in a deep joking voice, attempting to copy jaehyun’s.

you stood upright once you were done taking your anger out on the poor table. you turned around to go to the kitchen, but was instead faced with a figure. your eyebrows furrowed as you looked at the person standing not even a foot away from you. you didn’t know him. you glance over his figure, his outfit was laid back..comfortable. he had a bit of black stuff smudged on his light wash jeans.. your eyes trail up to his worn out white tee. the shirt was ragged–obviously old. he clutched a notebook in his left hand, his other was occupied – stuffed in his jeans pocket. his eyes were a pretty brown, eye bags underneath them.

he looked at you with a crooked grin, as if he was holding back a laugh. you thought it was a bit weird, but you assumed he was laughing at your overworked appearance. your hands flew to your hair, tightening your ponytail and brushing a few stray hairs away. you were suddenly too embarrassed to look up at the cute boy in front of you. looking down at your dirty converse as you try to avoid his gaze.

“a bad day today?” he spoke, referring to your mumbling a few seconds ago.

“uhm, yeah kind of..but did you want to buy something?” you mutter.

“well i’m sorry today was hard, and yes i would—thank you” he beams.

“okay, excuse me” you mumble, hands nervously gripping your black apron.

you heard the man mumble a small ‘sorry’ as he let you pass. you nod your head, quickly taking your place behind the counter. you finally look up properly at the boy and your throat goes dry.

this man was fucking beautiful.

the angle you saw him at just mere seconds ago couldn’t hold a candle to how he looks right now. the evening sun shone through the picture windows of the small cafe, and it illuminated his features. you were getting weak in the knees. he stalked towards the counter, a small smile adorning his face.

“what can i get for you?” you ask, silently celebrating because you didn’t stutter.

“a grande latte, please” he said politely, and you nod.

you punch his order in, grabbing the 10$ bill from him. you exchange it for the change you owe him and hand it back to him, your fingertips just barely brushing his open palm as you sit it in his hand.

“your order will be ready shortly, just give me a second” you smile sweetly at the brown headed man.

he nods his head, taking a seat at the back of the empty cafe. you turn around to start making his drink. once you're finished you bring it to him, sitting on his table with a tight lipped smile. you eye the notebook he’s writing in, so many words. you’re sure every page looks like this one. filled to the brim with what you suspect is his feelings, thoughts, and prophecies.

you stare in awe as he jots down whatever he’s thinking, but it dawns on you that you might be invading his personal space. you shake your head with a sigh, turning away from the table.

you tend to the other empty tables. picking up dirty plates and cups, mugs filled with wasted coffee. wiping down the table, as you hum along to the tune playing in your earphones. you only wore one just in case (you hoped) he called out to you.

“excuse me” your ears perk up at the two words.

your head whipped around, eyeing the brown headed boy sitting in the back. his hand is up, waving you over slightly. you smile to yourself, drying your hands before making your way to his table.

“need something?” you ask, hands neatly folded in front of you.

he smiles, pointing at the seat in front of him. you eye the seat, pointing at the chair. he nods.

“i figured since it’s empty, you could use some kind of company,” he states, spinning his pencil.

you nod, giving him a grateful smile.

“i appreciate it” you tuck some of your hair behind your ear.

“my names eric, by the way” he extends a hand to you.

“i’m yn, nice to meet you” you shake his hand with a small smile.

“what a pretty name..” he says rather low, obviously a thought that slipped out.

you blush, fidiling with the rings on your fingers.

“uhm, what are you writing…if you don’t mind sharing” you eye his open notebook.

eric looks down at the open notebook as well, pushing it your way. he nods his head towards you, silently giving you permission to invade his privacy. you nod curtly, picking up the black book. there’s so many pages. filled to the max with so many things. on some pages there’s pictures taped in them, small stanzas next to them describing the moments captured.

one picture catches your eye. it’s a picture of him and what you assume are his friends. they’re sitting on the back of a truck. the four boys arms around each other's shoulders, cheesing for the picture. there’s a black haired boy, a red head, eric, and a very very familiar blonde haired boy.

lee jeno.

you decide to not speak on knowing him. you slide the notebook back to eric. he shuts it, stuffing it into his bookbag.

“how long have you been working here?” he asks you.

“too damn long” you sigh, he laughs at your words.

“you make a mean latte, so at least that’s something” he pipes, taking a swig of the drink.

you laugh. he was funny, and it made you feel at ease. all the stress from today seemed to be leaving your body. a simple conversation with a man you’ve never met before, who would’ve thought.

—

you flick your wrist as you check the time. It read 12:48am.

you were home now, eric dropping you off. you told him it was only a 10 minute walk but of course he wasn’t going to let you walk home all alone. he had a nice car as well, an all black Mazda Rx-7. the black smudge on his jeans was from him wiping his hands on his pants. he said his car was his pride and joy, telling you that leading to him inviting you to come to the car meet next Friday. you agreed of course, wanting to see him again. you didn’t know much about cars but you knew what looked good and what didn’t. you wouldn’t mind seeing some souped up JDMs and SRTs in action though.

you made your way up the stairs, heading towards the front door of your apartment. kevin and jae should be home by now. well, jaehyun will be but kevin is probably out partying somewhere. it’s been about three hours since you clocked out. about ten minutes since you left eric’s presence. the brown headed boy insisted on keeping you company till you clocked out. even though you told him it was fine, he still stayed. you didn’t really want him to leave so you were glad he stayed. after you clocked out you walked around for a while with him. chatting about anything and everything. UFOs and aliens, to Disney princesses and Marvel storylines. you knew the two of you were destined to meet when you both agreed that the Prisoner of Azkaban is in fact the best Harry Potter film. The both of you talked for hours, lost in conversation as you both learned more and more about each other.

you push your key into the door, but before you could even turn the key the door flew open.

“YN!” you look up, eyes wide with shock.

“who the fuck took you home?” jaehyun asks, tugging you inside,

he shuts the door behind you, guiding you to sit down on the couch.

“eric took me home” you answer his question.

“oh? who’s that, new boyfriend?” kevin teases, smirking at you from across the room.

you glare at him, picking up a pillow from the couch to chuck at him. before you could jae takes it from you, hitting you with it instead.

“hey!” you yelp, holding the back of your head.

“what did i tell you about strangers?” jaehyhun sighs, putting the pillow down.

“i’m 21 jae, stop being such a dad” you huff, punching his leg.

“i swear you’re gonna be the death of me,” he mutters, pinching the bridge of his nose.

jae walks in the direction of his bedroom, shaking his head. once you hear his door shut you and kevin practically leap out of your seats. the two of you run straight for kevin’s room, plopping down onto his bed.

“tell me every fucking deatail! did you guys fuck? oh my god, did you suck his di–” kevin rambles, too loud for your liking.

“shhhh, oh my god” you slap a hand over his mouth.

“sorry, sorry i’m excited,” he whispers.

you roll your eyes, proceeding to get comfortable on his bed before you fill him in on today’s happenings.

—

you skipped down the hallway, clutching your book bag. today was Friday, aka the day you saw eric show off his car. eversince the two of you met, he’s been dropping you off and picking you up from school. the two of you going on dates after he picks you up.

you really really liked him, and it wasn’t just you that noticed. kevin is still the only person you’ve told, yes, but it doesn’t mean that he’s the only one that noticed. the extra pep in your step, recent effort in your outfits, and the obvious happy aura that now surrounds you. you admit you are in fact falling more and more for the man, but you didn’t think it was dead obvious.

yeah, thoughts come from not knowing.

you push open the front door, making your way down the steps. eric is leaning against his car, smiling prettily at you as you wave at him excitedly. a small ding makes a noise in your pocket and you pull it out, slowing down a bit to read the text message properly.

stupid jeno: wya??

you roll your eyes at the text message, continuing your way towards eric. you internally groan when you hear the familiar ding again.

stupid jeno: can we talk, it’s important.

you: 10 minutes only, wya?

stupid jeno: im in the bsb locker room, hurry up

eric looks at your expression as you glance over your phone screen. he bends down to get your attention.

“you good” he asks, waving a hand in front of your face.

“yeah, can you just give me like 5 minutes–i need to handle something” you slightly pout at the man.

eric nods, opening his hand for your bag. you sling it off your shoulder and hand it to him.

“i’ll be right here, princess” your tummy erupts into butterflies at the pet name.

you nod, smiling at him before you turn to go meet jeno.

you step out of the elevator, you haven't been to the baseball side in a long time. after you ghosted jeno there was no reason for you to come to this side of the athletic wing. occasionally you swing by the basketball court to watch some of jaehyun’s games when you can, but other than that you don't go past the volleyball side. yours and jaehyun’s game schedules conflicted, so the both of you have never really seen each other play outside of highlights that were recorded or practices.

you used to attend every single one of jeno’s games though, never missed one. rain or shine, day or night, long or short. you were there when he won, to celebrate and go drinking with him and some of his teammates. you were there when he lost, snuggled together on the couch watching a movie with ice cream. sometimes you would drop him off some lunch after practice, knowing how hungry a practice game could make you. after you ghosted him, he lost all of that though, and it hit home for him. no pun intended, but you didn’t know that…you thought he was just fine.

you turned the corner, already knowing where to go. you blush as you pass by the bathroom, remembering the numerous quickies you and jeno had in there. you walk towards the double doors, pushing one side open with your foot. you walk through the locker room, a few of his teammates that didn’t know you gave you weird looks, probably wondering why you were here.

“whew, look who it is” you turn your head towards the owner of the voice.

yuta nakamoto.

He was leaning on his locker, arms folded over his chest. before you could even open your mouth to say something an arm was slinged across your shoulders.

“if it isn’t my favorite girl,” you look up at the brown headed boy.

sungchan smiles at you, ruffling your hair.

“oh my god, when the hell did you get so…big?!” you exclaim, eyeing his arms and especially his height.

“oh fuck off, don’t boost his confidence anymore” haechan groans, walking up from behind yuta.

haechan throws a wink your way and you roll your eyes. none of these boys changed. well, personality wise at least…sungchan was another case. you missed them though, all of them.

“hey, you got yourself a new one?” sungchan whispers, nudging your side.

you smile automatically thinking of eric and all the boys erupt into loud cheers and ‘oohs’.

“who is it? do we know him?” haechan asks, leaning closer so he could hear you better.

you shake your head, acting as if you were zipping your mouth closed with your fingers.

“where is he?” you ask, and the boys all groan in unison.

yuta nods his head in the direction of the room jeno’s in.

“you just got here though,” sungchan says, leaning his body weight on you.

you slightly stumble, bringing an arm to his waist so you can steady yourself.

“oh, we’re having a party tonight! come to it, we miss you dude” yuta says, looking at the other boys for approval.

the others nod their heads, obviously agreeing with his statement.

“and bring your little boyfriend,” haechan teases, wiggling his fingers in your direction.

“okay, okay I will” you laugh, as you attempt to push away from the reluctant boy clinging onto you.

sungchan sighs, letting you go. he ruffles your hair again, before he bends down to say something in your ear.

“good luck sweetheart,” he whispers in your ear before brushing past you.

he walks backwards towards the exit, waving bye to you. you wave back and he turns around, pushing the exit door open with his shoulder. you watch as the boys walk together, talking to each other about whatever. you missed them, a lot…they became like brother’s to you.

you sigh as you turn to face the door yuta motioned at, slowly walking to it. pushing it open you peek inside, it’s pretty empty. the only things inside were a black backpack, a desk, and lee jeno. he’s stood above the desk, his fingers gripping the desk under him tightly. you eye the discoloration in his knuckles, your eyebrows furrowing in a mix of confusion and concern.

what’s got him so worked up?

“jeno?” you call out to him but he doesn’t respond.

you sigh, stepping into the room and closing the door behind yourself. you walk towards him, hand brushing against the small of his back. he cocks his head to look at you and you damn near fainted at his expression. his glare was ice cold, you remove your hand from his back.

“i fucking hate you” he says through gritted teeth.

“w-what? why, what did i do?” you look at him with wide eyes.

jeno stands up straight, towering over your figure now. you back up automatically, your back against the wall now. jeno is quick to close the space between the two of you. his hands slammed against the wall, one arm on each side of your head. your breath gets stuck in your throat as deja vu rushes over you due to the position. he fucked you in almost every position possible, but this one was one of his favorites so tons of your sexual escapades put you in this position. his hands gripping your hips as he pushed you against the wall, drilling into you as you held onto his shoulders.

“j-jeno” you call out, your voice barely above a whisper.

“what the fuck is wrong with you, huh?” he asked you, rage evident in his tone.

“nothing, what are you even talking about?” you ask, feigning confusion as to why he was so mad.

you weren’t sure if he was angry about eric, more so you didn’t know if he even knew about him. you were sure one of the boys (*cough* haechan *cough*) opened their big ass mouths and told him about it. then again, they were more than likely friends on social media, the picture you saw in his notebook making its way to the forefront of your mind. they were friends, you forgot about that.

“who is he? i swear, i’ll fucking kill him” he was so serious, staring at you intently.

“oh shut up, you won’t do shit,” you spat, looking at him with hooded eyes.

well, that did it.

his fingers wrapped around your throat, cutting off your breathing for a quick second. you gasp, hands going to grip his arm. you look up at him with a dazed look, you missed this and you couldn’t even deny it. jeno smirked down at you, enjoying the sight of you turning to putty in his hands. he barely even touched you yet, all he did was choke you.

“don’t test me, princess” he taunted, tongue wetting his lips.

“or what?” you replied, knowing all the right buttons to press.

his grip around your neck tightened, as he crashed his lips onto yours. he kissed you hungrily, wasting no time at all. he knew what he wanted and he was gonna get it. you kissed him back automatically, opening your mouth for him when he tapped your cheek. he craned your head back so he could kiss you easier, sucking on your tongue with his fingers still wrapped around your neck. you moan into his mouth at his actions, hands flying to wrap around his neck.

he pulls away from you, a string of saliva following. his forehead rested against yours, breathing ragged. his face was only centimeters away from yours, you felt every breath he let out and you were light in the head.

“you miss me, admit it” jeno sneers, not waiting for a response from you.

it was a statement. he knew you missed him, he knew you needed him and he knew you’d never get rid of him.

he gripped your chin, jerking it up so he could see your neck clearly. his other hand came down to trace over the marks on your neck. you watch his expression closely, wanting to see his reaction to your decorated neck.

“fucking disgusting” he spoke with so much hostility, obviously disapproving of the hickeys.

“he’s waiting for me, jeno” you choke out,

“who? the guy you’re trying to replace me with?” he asks, smiling down at you.

“he’s not me, and you fucking know it” he whispers in your ear, biting your earlobe before pulling away.

his hands trail down your body, now gripping your hips. he looks over your body, loving the way nothing has changed since the last time he held you like this. you look down at the blonde boy with admiration and excitement. nervous about what he was gonna do next. you watched as his fingers danced around your waistband, toying with it. he looks up at you, and you nod.

“i-im good, you’re good,” you tell him, giving him the green light.

he smirks, his hands pushing up your skirt to bunch up at your waist. his hands grip the skin of your thighs roughly, pushing them apart so he could have access to your heat.

“so wet for me..” he whispers, eyeing your soaked core.

you whine as he runs a finger across your clothed heat. he looks up at you excitedly, loving how you reacted to every little touch. he swiftly pushes the cloth to the side, pushing two fingers into you. you mewl, looking down at him with wide eyes. he pumps his fingers in and out of you at a quick pace, watching how your hole swallows up his fingers so easily. meanwhile, you were trying to keep your balance. you were sure to fall soon if he didn’t change positions soon, you in fact did not have megan knees.

“jeno, im gonna fall” before you could even finish your sentence, his unoccupied hand was gripping your hip.

he pushed your body against the wall, easily holding you in place with only one arm. you whine at the harsh grip on your hip, you were sure that spot was gonna bruise. he fingers didn’t stop moving once, still pumping in and out you. you gasp when his thumb comes in contact with your clit, rubbing circles. you look down at him through your eyelashes, loving how he looked.

all sweaty from practice and his current activities. his hair was messy, some strands sticking to his forehead. his jersey hung loosely on his body, the same number 5 on the back. you bit your lips when he curled his fingers in you, moaning out in pleasure. he still knew all your spots, you loved not having to walk him through what you liked and didn’t like. he took pride in knowing all your special spots and where to touch to get a reaction out of you.

“move to the desk” he told you, but as soon as he let your hip go you were being lifted.

he sat you on top of the desk, pushing your chest with his hand to make you lay down. before you allow him to push you down you tug on the hem of his jersey.

“take it off” you say with a small pout and jeno laughs.

raising one hand he brings it to the back of his collar, tugging the material over the top of his head in one swift motion. you look over his toned body, practically drooling at the sight in front of you. jeno looks at you his head tilted. your eyes move from his v-line to his abs, and his broad shoulders. you bit your lip as you remembered the marks you used to leave all over him. scratches, so many of them…hickeys, bite marks, you name it. jeno walks closer to you, hand going to grab the back of your neck. he kisses you, not as rough as earlier but he was still dominating the kiss. you pull away from him a few minutes later, out of breath.

“i want you,” you say in between breaths.

that’s all he needed to hear. with one hand he pushes your chest, making you law down on your back. he gets back down on his knees, propping your legs onto his shoulders. he loops a finger around the waistband of your panties, pulling them down and off of you. he licks his lips at the sight. he looks up at you, you were already looking down at him. propped up on your elbows as you watch him intently.

he leaves a trail of kisses from your ankle to your upper thigh. sucking and biting wherever he pleased. he left a few marks in between your thighs. a place he felt only he should touch.

“you guys fuck yet?” he asked, still marking you up.

you shake your head no in response, not trusting your voice right now.

“good, ‘cause you’re mine—all mine,” he said in between kisses.

he sinks his teeth into the supple skin of your thigh, loving the way you moan out for him. hovering over where you wanted him most he breathed over you, eyeing the slight shake in your thighs. he lays his tongue flat against you, lightly penetrating your entrance with the tip of his tongue. he smiles when he hears you moan. wrapping his lips around your clit, he sucks harshly at your ball of nerves. he holds contact with you the whole time, you look back at him with a glazed expression.

he shifts a bit, repositioning himself so he could eat you out better. his arms were tucked under the back of your knees, hands gripping your inner thighs. he spread your legs wider for him and in a millisecond his mouth was attached to your heat.

he ate you like a starved man, which in a way he was. you guys hadn’t had any contact in like three months. he’d been craving you, same as you for him but your guys’ pride stood in the way of your happiness.

“mm—fuck, jeno” you call out to him, fingers gripping his locks.

“hm?” he murmurs against you, sending vibrations through your body.

“you make me feel so g-good” you mewl, gripping his hair harder.

this urged him to do better. his thumb found your clit, rubbing circles atop the sensitive spot. you threw your head back, his name falling from your mouth. jeno grunts, loving how his name sounded coming from your mouth. he rubbed your clit faster, lapping at your slick folds. you were dripping for him and he fucking loved it. nothing but his hands and his mouth, he was convinced nobody could do you better than him.

“fuck! g-gonna cu–” your sentence was cut short when you heard a phone ring.

jeno’s movement came to a halt, disconnecting his mouth from your heat. the both of you looked for the ringing phone, it was yours. jeno handed it to you.

eric.

your eyes went wide, how long had you been up here? was he still here? was he looking for you?

“hello?” you spoke into the phone.

“where are you? are you ok?” your heart clenched in your chest at his worried tone.

“n-no i’m fine, i just got caught up with something…” you replied, locking eyes with jeno.

jeno rolled his eyes, running a hand through his hair. he averted his eyes, not wanting to look at you.

“b–-but you’re ok, right? you don’t need help?” he asked, and you nod your head with a small smile.

“no no, i’m ok...i’ll be down in a bit” you hear him let out a relieved sigh.

“ok princess..come quick, i miss you” you smile, hanging up the phone.

jeno was staring at you through the whole exchange. he walked up to you, closing the space in between the two of you. guiding your arms to wrap around his neck. you look up at him, confusion written on your face.

“i’m still yours yn, just come back to me” he whispers to you, caressing your cheek.

you look up at him, he was being so sincere and it made you sick. if he would’ve said this like four months ago you would’ve accepted him and his offer. now though? it was different…you weren’t head over heel for him anymore. you had eric. you liked eric, and you wanted to try with him. it wasn’t fair that when you offered your feelings to him he declined and now he’s doing the same but he wants a different outcome. that’s unfair, and you didn’t like it.

you can’t deny that you still had lingering feelings for jeno. the situation you were just in with the boy said enough, you really didn’t have to say much more. but eric wasn’t the same as jeno…he made you feel different. he was a breath of fresh air from jeno, he didn’t know you like the back of your hand like jeno did. he didn’t know how you felt by once glance, he didn’t know your favorite food or color and you were content with that. you spent so much time being in love with jeno that you forgot how it felt to learn a new person and vice versa.

eric was handsome, super sweet and he made butterflies erupt inside you in a way jeno never did. perhaps it’s because you’re in the so-called ‘honeymoon phase’ but you don't care. you wanted eric and you weren’t going to double back on it either.

you look up at the blonde boy with a solemn expression, a rush of emotions flowing through you. you shake your head, retracting your arms from him. jeno’s face shows his emotions, shocked at your disapproval. he doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t know what to say.

“i can’t, i have someone now…and i wanna try with him,” you say, finding his eyes again.

jeno scoffs, looking down at you mockingly.

“try with him? for what yn? you have me,” he tells you, holding your face in both of his hands.

“jeno, i’m trying to be civil right now and you’re making it difficult,” you say, pulling away from his touch.

you push away the man by his chest, standing up in the process. jeno laughs lightly as he watches you.

“i am sorry though…about this” you say, referring to the moment the two of you just shared.

“it won’t happen again,” you tell him, not once sparing him a glance.

you put your underwear back on, tugging your skirt back down. you overlook your appearance in the mirror, fixing your hair and smoothing out any wrinkles in your clothes. jeno is silent as he watches you, still shirtless. you lock eyes with him in the mirror, tilting your head as you both stare at each other. jeno’s expression is unreadable, you have never seen him look like this before. you sigh, turning around to face him. a small hope ignites in him but is diminished as soon as you open your mouth.

“friends?” you say, holding your hand out to him.

jeno scoffs, looking at you with a shocked expression. he turns away from you, picking up his shirt from the floor. he tugs it over his body, still not facing you. you let out yet another sigh, running a hand down his back smoothing out the wrinkles in his shirt.

“friends? are you deadass right now, yn?” you hear him mumble and you roll your eyes.

“it's not mandatory jeno, i was just trying to be cordial” you roll your eyes, starting towards the door.

your hand reaches out for the handle but jeno grabs your wrist. spinning you around and pinning you against the door. you look up at him with wide eyes.

“don’t play with me, you know we’re not friends yn” he speaks through gritted teeth.

you roll your eyes, trying to tug your wrists away from his grip.

“we were friends before we even started fucking jeno” you say matter of factly.

he rolls his eyes and you look up at him with an unwavering glare.

“i can make you cum in less than 2 minutes and you think we’re fucking friends?” he scoffs, letting your wrists go.

you don’t respond, you just rub your wrist.

“you’ll come back to me, don’t worry” he states, slinging his backpack over his shoulder.

“shut the hell up” you groan, opening the door.

“he won’t fuck you like i do, just watch” he shouts as you close the door.

you practically sprinted for the elevator. once you were inside you let out a groan, sliding down and covering your face with your hands.

—

“woah!” you exclaim looking up at eric.

he just laughs, tugging you closer to him. he rubs your arm, attempting to warm you up. you were wearing one of his sweaters, too big for you of course.

“glad you came?” he asked and you nod your head.

he smiled at you, kissing the top of your head. you guys watched as the person driving the charger stepped on his gas, flaunting his V8 engine. you watched in admiration, loving how all these cars here looked. your favorite was this similar duplicate of Suki’s car from Tokyo Drift. you absolutely lost your mind when the girl showed you the pink flames that erupted from the exhaust pipes just like in the movie.

“it’s almost my turn,” eric told you and you wrapped your arms around his waist.

“i’m so excited,” you tell him, squeezing his waist just a little.

“i’ll spin this baby out a few times, then we’ll hit up the party, ok?” you nod up at the blonde boy.

—

“that was so fucking cool!!” you tell him, running into his open arms.

“i’m glad you liked it baby,” he smiled down at you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

little sounds left your mouth as you (attempted to) mimic what he did in his car just mere minutes ago. waving your hands around and pretending as if you were behind the wheel of his Rx-7. Eric looked at you with nothing but fondness and adoration in his eyes. it’s been about a week and a half since he met you and his feelings were becoming more and more evident to him everyday. he walked up to you, wrapping you in his arms, holding you close to him.

“eric?” you squeak, peeking up at him through your eyelashes.

“stay with me, don’t leave me,” he whispered into your hair.

you look at the blonde headed boy, grabbing his face in your hands.

“why would i leave you?” you ask him, and he shrugs.

“just don’t, pinky swear” he tells you, holding up his pinky.

you laugh, intertwining your finger with his. eric smiles, kissing your forehead.

—

you clutch onto eric’s arm, pushing through the sweaty bodies surrounding the two of you. god you hated parties. well, not completely but you hated feeling so claustrophobic in these crowds. you would come to them, i mean who were you to turn down free food? you weren’t a complete buzzkill. you just..thought parties were kind of pointless. plus, you played sports, alcohol and drugs were the last of your desires. your main focus was keeping your scholarship. you had a full ride and you were not going t fuck it up because you wanted to get stupid drunk at a party and fuck off your opputunities.

you look around the room, eyeing the baseball team as eric drags you into the kitchen for a drink. you wave at haechan and you see him wave back at you before he disappears from your line of sight.

“what are you feeling for?” he asks and you shrug, getting comfortable on the counter.

“ok, i’ll surprise you with something” he smiles at you, turning to whip up a drink.

“but you’re cut off after the third one, ok?” he points a finger at you and you nod.

jokingly saluting him following a ‘yes sir!’. eric laughs, turning back to continue making the drinks.

“is this the special guy?” you don’t even need to turn your head to know who’s voice it is.

“hi sungchan,” you grin, opening your arms for your friend.

sungchan envelopes you in a hug, nuzzling his face into your hair. you laugh, hugging him back. eric turns around to see who joined the two of you in the kitchen. he looks at you silently asking who he was.

“eric, this is sungchan” you point at the boy, introducing him to eric.

sungchan stands up to his full height, bringing a hand up to stroke his chin. he glances over eric’s appearance with furrowed eyebrows.

“hm…do you have a job?” sungchan asks and eric laughs.

“yes.”

“love your mom?”

“very much so,”

“know how to drive?”

“yup.”

“gotta car?” eric eyes you with a smirk.

you laugh already knowing where this was heading. he reaches into his back pocket, pulling out his car keys. he spins them on his index finger before he tosses them to sungchan.

“mazda rx-7, matte black, year 2000” he winks at the boy, patting his shoulder before he turns to continue making the drinks.

sungchan turns to you with wide eyes.

“oh nah, fuck her, date me” sungchan jokes, handing the keys back to eric.

he turns to face you, pointing at eric and looking at you with his mouth wide. silently approving of the man, you just shake your head with a laugh. you loved sungchan, he was one of your three best friends. you haven’t known him longer than jaehyun but you loved him just as much.

believe it or not you guys matched on sme dumb online dating app kevin put you on three years ago now. the two of you met up but it didn’t work out…at all. so the two of you decided on becoming friends instead and here you are now. three years later, and now your guys bond was stronger than ever.

you looked at the pair as they talk about whatever. eric walks over to you, handing you a red cup. you smile, telling him thank you as you grab the cup from his hand. he holds his own cup in one hand, his other holding your bare thigh. he draws circles on your naked skin with his thumb mindlessly, paying attention to sungchan as they're still conversing. you lean onto his arm, taking small sips of the pepsi and malibu mixture in your cup.

a few moments later sungchan excuses himself from the kitchen, his phone ringing in his hand. the two of you nod at him, waving him off. eric looks down at you.

“sleepy?” he asks and you nod.

“mm..just a bit” you slur, looking up at him.

you smile when your eyes land on his face.

“you’re so handsome,” you whisper.

“you think so?” eric asks, sitting his cup down.

you nod your head, sitting up straight. eric stands in between your legs now. grabbing your cup from your hand and sitting it on the counter.

“the handsomest ever” you giggle, throwing your hands up.

eric laughs, grabbing your wrists softly. he guides them to rest on his shoulder, his hands moving to wrap around your middle. he brings his face closer to yours and a sense of familiarity rushes over your senses.

“pretty girl…” you close your eyes at the words, loving how it sounds from him.

“all mine, all for me” excitement courses through you at his words.

you open your eyes again when he squeezes your hip. eyeing his blonde hair, sharp eyes, perfect nose.

jeno…fucking lee jeno.

you keep your composure, squeezing your eyes shut to see if you could break yourself from the trance. memories flooding your head because of his words. why’d he have to sound so much like jeno now? all those times jeno called you his pretty girl, caressing you as he reminded you of who you belonged to. you were his, not eric’s. what the hell were you doing.

you open your eyes again and this time you do see eric. he’s close, very very close. he inches closer and closer to you, lips hovering over your own. he closes his eyes as soon as his lips touch yours. frozen. you couldn’t move.

guilt overwhelmed you as he kissed you. forcing yourself to kiss him back. your clutched the material of his shirt, same as earlier when you made out with jeno.god, you felt sick. you were such an asshole. why’d he have such a tight grip on you? you thought you were over him.

eric pulls away from you and you look at him, searching for any kind of discomfort. sighing silently when you don’t see any. he smiles at you, holding a hand out offering to help you down. you nod, taking his hand as you hop off the counter. you turn, grabbing your cup as you down the remaining liquid in one go. with a deep breath in and out you turn around to face eric. accepting his open hand, you hold his hand. allowing him to lead you out of the house.

—

you screamed into your pillow, kicking your feet. kevin groans for the umpteenth time this morning.

“yn…for the 10th time, please shut the fuck up!” he groans, looking at you with a tired expression.

ever since eric dropped you off you’d been awake. currently it’s 9am, he dropped you off at around 1 in the morning. you couldn’t sleep, how could you sleep? you kissed your boyfriend that’s not your boyfriend and thought it was jeno! you’d be insane if you could get a good night’s rest in this situation. kevin sadly had been woken up by you and been up since then. listening to you rant on and on about what you're going through. he suggested calling jeno and telling him and he earned a pillow to the head.

“yn, please…go to sleep” kevin pleaded and you sighed.

grabbing your phone to check the time, 9:49am.

you didn’t have class but you were tired. you nod, climbing under the sheets. kevin cries out in happiness, practically leaping into the bed sheets. he cuddles up under your covers, immediately falling asleep. you smile at your friend, pulling his glasses off his face and sitting them on your bedside table. shortly afterwards you do the same as him, falling asleep.

—

it’s been about two weeks since the part ordeal occurred. two weeks since you’ve spoken to jeno. you’ve seen him around, swinging by the baseball wing to say hi to the boys every now and then.

most of your time was given to eric though. he still hadn’t asked you out yet, which kind of bummed you out but on the other hand you were glad. you still weren’t completely sure you wanted to be with him 100%. yeah you had feelings for him, but apart of you still yearned for jeno. it was becoming more and more adamant to you every time you saw him.

seeing him all sweaty right after practice, or shirtless with a towel hanging loosely around him fresh out the shower. not to mention the deja vu from the locker room because of the multiple quickies you and him had here. he knew something was up with you too, noticing your little glances and lingering touches.

you were on your way to meet up with eric for lunch, already standing in the elevator. you press the number 1 and wait patiently, rocking back and forth on your heels. you watch as the numbers light up as you pass through the floors. watching the doors open before you step out of the elevator.

rounding the corner as you pull out your phone to text him.

you: where are you ?

eric: im in the parking garage, you out front?

you: yeah, i just got here.

eric: ok, im coming rn.

you nod, locking your phone and putting it away. you look around nervously before you flick your wrist to the time. 3 o’clock on the dot.

sungchan facetimed you earlier, so if sungchan was already out of practice you knew jeno was too. and you know he’s still here because you see his car parked across the street from you. you just hoped eric would beat him here.

“yn?” you hear, and you don’t even need to turn to know who it is.

fuck, fuck, fuck. you think to yourself.

you look up at the sky, cursing your bad luck. with a sigh you reluctantly turn to face him. locking eyes with him, he’s standing a few feet away, his arms crossed over his chest.

“can we talk?” he asks, and you wanna say no.

every bone in your body is telling you to say no. you inch towards him, taking the smallest steps ever known to man. once you’re not too far from him he turns, leading the way leaving you to follow awkwardly.

“were you waiting for someone?” you nod, tucking some stray hair behind your ear.

“yeah, eric.” you say blankly, not realizing you slipped up till after you said it.

“eric…sohn?” jeno asks, pulling his car door open.

you nod slowly, fingers toying with the hem of your jersey.

“you know him?” you ask, curious as to what his answer will be.

jeno laughs shortly, shaking his head no. he nods his head to you, followed by a short ‘get in’. the both of you are now sitting in his BMW, awkwardness and tension filling the air. the only sound coming from the AC.

“why’d you—”

“do you–”

the both of you start at the same time, both laughing now. you let him talk first.

“do you still have it on?” he asks and you roll your eyes.

you pull the chain from under your jersey, showing him the necklace he gifted you. he smiles, leaning in to touch the piece of jewelry. he eyes it, fiddling with the golden j dangling from it. he looks up at you and your breath gets stuck in your throat.

before you could even protest he presses his lips onto yours. you kiss him back, everything around the two of you disappearing as you continue to make out with the blonde boy. sighing when he grips your thigh, rubbing and squeezing at the skin sweetly. you missed his touch. the two of you exchanged spit for what seemed like hours…all worries leaving your body. this is what he did to you. he made you forget about anything and everyone. all stress, worries, problems, it didn’t matter when you were with him.

you pull away from him, wanting to look at his face. you caress his cheek, soaking up his features.

“i missed you…so fucking much” you sigh, leaning in to kiss him again.

you continue to kiss jeno, both of you unbeknownst to the gaze of a certain someone.

—

end.

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[eaucian]

Waaaah you did it again!! You've exceeded my expectations!! So here i am requesting to do a part 2 of cheater! oikawa x male reader, but the next song will be olivia rodrigo's deja vu! Oikawa reminiscing how he felt more complete and loved with the reader, how the reader gave everything yet he failed to give back the love the reader deserved. I'm so angsty idk why kskakdahhahaja ily too! 🌻

★ it's getting hard to let go

impt. (past) oikawa x m!reader

sum. oikawa’s doing some very hard thinking about the past. he misses your love, he misses it even though he knows there’s no chance he’ll ever get it back

wc. 1,449 (1.4k)

w. talk of cheating — umm angst in general (??) — just a lil bit of language — and some very sad oikawa :(

n. 🌻 annonn!!!! you really get me in my feels, ya know that bby??? cause danngg, i am itching for more of this now and there may or may mot be a part three in the works already but SHHHH about thAt- thank you for requesting thooo, i hope i did this justice and that you enjoy it, even though she real angsty now :,))

PART ONE

“Have you ever thought about the future?”

Your voice caught Oikawa off guard. He was too busy staring at you, caught up in the features of your face.

“‘Course I have,” he replied automatically.

“No, I mean the future, like twenty years from now, like when we’ll be old and shit,” you specify, smiling yourself silly looking at him.

“Sometimes, yeah.”

“What do you think will happen by then?” You maneuvered yourself into his lap, straddling him as the sun set behind your back.

Your hands were braced on his shoulders and he sat up from his lying down position so he could hold them.

“You know I don’t normally think that far ahead,” he smirked.

You hummed, “Maybe it’s time to start.”

“Oh yeah? Why should I, huh?” He buried his face in your neck, kissing experimentally at your skin.

You laughed at him.

And he loved hearing your laugh.

“Hm,” you moved a hand to tap at your chin, making you pull away from Oikawa so he couldn’t kiss at your neck anymore.

The pout on his face made you stifle another laugh.

“Cause you’re gonna be stuck with me for a while, Tooru,” you joked. “Thinking we should start making plans about what we’ll do other than this,” you nodded your head at your position to make a point.

Oikawa felt an itch in the back of his mind, like this wasn’t a conversation he should be having with you yet.

“Really?” He raised his eyebrows, his smile never failing.

You made a very satisfied expression, nodding your head along with it.

“Well we’ve still got some time,” he said, flipping you guys over on the grass, making him be over you now. A perfect place for him to kiss you senseless.

That shuts you up quickly. Making you laugh every time he went away from your lips and kissed your face or elsewhere.

Oikawa didn’t want this to end.

He didn’t want to lose you.

He didn’t want to see you walk away.

He didn’t-

Oikawa sprung up in bed.

He sat there bracing his hands behind him, breathing deeply, his chest heaving in and out.

A rhythm he had to tell himself to follow. In, now out. In and out, again and again.

His breathing steadied and he looked over to his left; where Akira slept soundly. None the wiser to Oikawa’s dreams.

God he missed you.

And he shouldn’t, he knew he shouldn’t but you made him feel for the first time in so long during high school.

Why did you have to make him feel?

He looked over to his right side instead of Akira now. The clock on his bedside told him it was only a little past six in the morning.

He wouldn’t be going to sleep now. And it wasn’t like he had work anyways, it was the weekend and there was no point in trying to sleep again.

Oikawa didn’t really want to dream about you either.

He got up from the bed, throwing the sheets off of himself and swinging his feet over the edge.

He went to the bathroom, staring long and hard at his own face. Letting out a long breath that made him feel like he’d been holding it ever since he’d woken up.

The brunette splashed some cold water on his face, willing it to wake him up—to snap him out of the daze he was in.

He couldn’t stop thinking about you. Not since he saw you only days ago at the mall.

It was like you were stuck in his head.

Actually, scratch that—you were stuck in his head.

He put on a clean shirt (because he felt a little clammy, and no, that was not comfortable) and made his way to the kitchen. Oikawa thought he may as well eat his sorrows away, right?

There was no way to take his mind off of you, whenever he did anything you would be the second thought to bounce around in his head.

He thought about how he at least should’ve loved you more when you were together.

You deserved that.

On the matter of his thoughts, he was thinking Akira deserved better now.

He couldn’t love her like he loved you. Oikawa couldn’t do that for a fact. But there was a nagging feeling that he wouldn’t be able to tell her what happened, he couldn’t do it with you years ago, how could he do it now?

Oikawa thought about when you found out. It wasn’t pretty.

It wasn’t a huge fight. But it was clear Oikawa was never going to win it.

There was no feeling like finding out the person you loved didn’t love you like you thought.

It broke you. The moment you went out to visit Oikawa. You thought it would be all lovey-dovey, the perfect surprise for him.

It was your anniversary after all.

A whole year.

A whole year of giving your attention and love to him.

And instead of finding the Oikawa you loved, you found him with a girl. A girl you didn’t know, someone you’d seen around sure, but you didn’t know her.

What’s worse is they were kissing, rather intimately actually. And all you could do was gape.

You couldn’t even say anything to him, just stand and eventually turn the way you came and leave.

The next day you were furious.

It was the weekend and you walked up to his house, seeing that he was alone, and knocked harshly on the door.

He opened it, his face smiling at you, only for it to weaken as he saw how serious yours looked.

“What the fuck?” You said first. And Oikawa looked perplexed.

“What?” He asked slowly.

“I ask again Oikawa, what the fuck?” His eyes widened now, you never called him by his last name. “Who were you with last night? And why do you not seem to care that I like you, a lot actually?”

“I- I don’t. . .” his arm on the door went limp, it was hanging by his side now.

“Please just-“ you paused looking up at him with shiny eyes now. “Can you just be honest with me once, Tooru?”

Your eyebrows were creased together and you were frowning at him.

Oikawa looked downcast. His mouth opened and closed while you stared at him

You licked your lips, your breath fanning across them made them feel dry. Or maybe you were just anxious.

“Look I just—I’ll make this easy on you, okay?” You looked him in the eyes and it took everything in Oikawa to not cower under your stare. “Have you been cheating on me, or- or her Oikawa?” Your voice was starting to break at the end of your words.

But you kept your stance, you couldn’t back down now, you had to know the truth.

It still took a while for Oikawa to respond, and when he did he preferred to look somewhere behind you rather than at you.

“It’s complicated [y/n], I never meant to-“

“Oikawa, you can’t just accidentally cheat on someone,” now you were the one sounding defeated.

You let out a deep sigh, shoulders sagging.

“I’m asking for two things now. Two and that’s it,” you told him. “Don’t bother with me anymore, it seems like you never really cared anyways. And tell her,” you said sternly.

“You fucking tell that girl that you were seeing two people cause that’s not fair to any of us. Especially to her now,” you look him in the eyes one last time before moving your gaze to the ground instead.

But with that you turned away, the second time from his house in two days, and left him standing in the doorway.

He watched you walk away.

Oikawa never did that second thing.

He realized he hadn’t even done the first one.

He hadn’t stayed away when you told him to, instead he’d tapped you on the shoulder and said ‘hi’ as if nothing had ever happened.

He needed some time to think.

And by now it was almost seven, so he grabbed a water bottle and jacket and left the apartment.

At least Oikawa left a note for when Akira woke up.

As Oikawa walked—to where, he didn’t know—he thought about how much you’d loved him.

How you’d put your all into showing it and how he would deflect it with sex or another topic of conversation. It was incredible how much and how long you’d loved him; especially now that he’d realized how badly he’d loved you back.

Oikawa wished the Earth were flat as he walked.

It’d make walking off the end of it much easier.

PART THREE

#oikawa x reader #oikawa x male reader #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa tooru x male reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x male reader #x reader #x male reader #x m!reader

[realcube]

trying to be nice to their crush hcs

navi | masterlist | taglist

thank you to 🍦anon for this cute request!

characters: tsukishima, kyōtani, sakusa & suna

content warning: swearing & sexual references 

kei tsukishima 

♡ this is all yamaguchi’s fault （︶^︶）

♡ he found out tsukki had a crush on you bc he mentioned you a lot in conversation so yamaguchi interrogated him for answers then lo and behold, the beanpole had a lil thing for you 

♡ you sit in front of tsukishima in homeroom while yamaguchi sits beside him so when you leaned back and asked him if you could borrow a pencil and he spat back a snarky remark about you being too irresponsible to care for your own pencils, yamaguchi hastily offered you one of his own before scolding tsukishima 

♡ he explained to his clueless friend that being nasty to people isn’t a good way to get them to like you 

♡ so perhaps he should be nicer :)

♡ honestly, tsukishima would’ve just looked yamaguchi straight in the eyes and went ‘no’, if it wasn’t for the fact you shot tadashi the sweetest smile anD PLAYFULLY BLEW HIM A KISS AFTER HE JUST GAVE YOU A DAMN PENCIL LIKE WTF 

♡ after that, he decided to give up his current personality and pick up a new one 

♡ jk jk 

♡ but he had to binge a whole bunch of those youtube psychology videos that are like ‘psychological tricks to make people like you’ and ‘THESE 5 MIND TRICKS WILL MAKE YOU THE MOST POPULAR PERSON *EVER*’!!

♡ spoiler alert: he wasn’t the most popular person but perhaps that was bc he only went to the effort of using those tricks on you 

♡ god bless him; he tries hard, he really does. (not his best, just hard)

♡ but you don’t have to be extremely observant to realise that he’s began acting different around you and of course, it confused you seeing tsukishima being nice

♡ what irritated you was how dismissive he was being of your questions though, as he was clearly trying to lead you to believe that you were crazy and he’s just always been a nice guy 

♡ but as soon as he figures out that he angered you, he’ll instantly switch back to him normal self - draining his mind of the hours of phycology studying he did last night to just pretend like it never happened 

♡ and if he’s feeling flirty, he might be extra mean to you （￣︶￣）

♡ also he makes a mental note to never take yamaguchi’s romance advice ever again 🙄

♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥

you sighed, removing your hand from your bag after desperately rummaging through it in search of a pencil once again - deja vu. once you accepted that a pencil wasn’t going to materialise out of thin air, you peered over your shoulder and tapped the corner of yamaguchi’s desk, who wore a suspicious grin which you decided against questioning. 

“yamaguchi, do you think i could borrow a pencil again? sorry, this is the last time, i swear. i’ll be sure to get some on my way home after school tod--” 

yamaguchi dropped the line him and tsukishima had rehearsed many times beforehand, while clutching his pencilcase dear to his chest, “woah, (y/n). you’re so irresponsible. sorry, i can’t lend one of my pristine pencils to someone who is too forgetful to remember to buy some; what if you forget to return it to me?” 

tsukishima cringed at how forced it sounded but he couldn’t help but admire yamaguchi's dedication to his role. this allowed tsukishima to swoop in, pencil in hand, “here.” that wasn’t in the script but he panicked! okay, now, eye contact. 

you just sat there and stared at both of them with the most dumbfounded look plastered on your face. what just happened?  why were they both acting like they were in drama class?  and why are they both so bad at acting? they’re both passing performing arts for fucks’ sake!

kentarō kyōtani 

♡ sorry but i firmly believe kyōtani is the sorta guy to be extra mean to ppl he fancies smh

♡ the rest of them just act (somewhat) like themselves around their crush but kyōtani is himself2 (himself^2)

♡ like one time yahaba found you trembling in your locker bc you had gotten mud on mad dog’s white shoes so he chased you through the hallways of the school, threatening to trek mud on your forehead 

♡ yahaba took it upon himself to investigate as to why kyōtani was so rude to you and he got his answer as soon as he mentioned your name to mad dog and the boy’s face immediately flushed red 

♡ so after practise, yahaba schools mad dog on how to get chicks (⌐■_■)

♡ in short, his advice was ‘good guys get laid’ and for kyōtani’s understanding, ‘good’ and ‘kind’ were interchangeable 

♡ mad dog wasn’t completely oblivious to how he treated you and he was aware that he was far from ‘kind’

♡ although he usually doesn’t listen to people in general, yahaba seemed to know what he was talking about so he figured there was no harm in trying to be nice 

♡ but ngl, he just spent the rest of the day wondering...what is kind?

♡ after a few messages back and forth with yahaba, he figured that the best place to start was by apologising for - y’know - chasing you around the whole school 

♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥

“oi!” kyōtani bellowed through hallway, paying no mind to the students that cast him dirty looks as his sights were locked on you. standing unsuspecting by your locker, stuffing your textbooks into your bag until you heard his deep voice echo through the hall, to which you visibly perked up and began frantically looking around.

he marched towards you, hands in pockets and when you noticed him out of the corner of your eye, you were more than ready to drop all your shit and bolt away. but he didn’t let you as before you were able to take off on your heels, he grabbed your shoulder and spun you around to face him - then he noticed your hands raised in defence by your face and your head hung low.

his heart sank and his grip on your shoulder immediately softened, “i’m not gonna punch you, idiot.” he spat, rolling his eyes and gritting his teeth, trying to appear angry in hopes you’d mistake his light blush for pure rage. 

“i just wanted to say that i felt bad for chasing you through the halls yesterday - you didn’t stand a chance so i guess it was a bit unfair.” he said, frowning as you replied with silence so the duty fell on him to fill it, “and i got the stain out, anyway so.” 

more silence. lovely.

suddenly, he puffed his cheeks out as his eyes snapped to meet yours and he roared, “ARE YOU GONNA FUCKING SAY SOMETHING OR ARE YOU TOO BRAINDE-”

“are you wearing eyeliner?” 

and that was the true story behind why you missed last period, because you and kyōtani had a 30 minute conversation about eyeliner and make-up, then he convinced you to skip the rest of class with him so he could buy you ramen as an apology gift.

so yeah, he figured that perhaps he should try being nice more often.

kiyoomi sakusa

♡ he didn’t need someone to tell him to be nicer, he’s just predisposed to attempt to show kindness to someone he is fond of

♡ in his mind, showing kindness, respect and stripping himself of all his personality = the only way to be desirable 

♡ (ofc this takes place before he meets atsumu tho lol)

♡ so it’s not the realisation that’s the problem for him, it’s the execution 

♡ like how is he supposed to be nice without either sounding creepy or condescending? 

♡ *cut to sakusa practising in the bathroom mirror* ‘your hand looks- no-’ he scoffs, flicking cold water onto his face, ‘your hair looks cool- pretty- nice?’

♡ *camera pans to sakusa laying in bed, staring intently at the ceiling while imagining vivid and scarily detailed scenarios about ways he could mess up while talking to you* 

♡ *camera zooms in on sakusa’s face as he manifests a nicer version of himself*

♡ he might - depending on how insecure he is - watch one of those psychology videos or read a wikihow for help

♡ but other than that, he independently tries to alter his personality in order to gain your favour bc..true love ?

♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥

you smiled as a basketball rolled up to your feet during gym class, followed by the sound of someone approaching you and upon raising your gaze, your eyes met sakusa’s unmistakable black ones. his face hovered only a few inches away from yours due to the fact you had both reached down to pick up the ball at the same time.

he quickly pulled himself away, tucking the basketball under his elbow as he adjusted his mask so it properly covered his face to ensure that you didn’t see the light blush slowly spreading across his cheeks. he then proceeded to blurt out what he had been rehearsing for the past few nights, “oh, thank you, (y/n). your hair looks lovely today, by the way.”

you giggled, holding your hands firmly by your side to avoid fidgeting and making it obvious that his sudden comment flustered you, “thanks, sakusa. and, if we’re handing out compliments today, i didn’t know you were good at any sport other than volleyball but you’re doing surprisingly well at basketball.” you joked, your lips slowly curling into a cocky smirk, “though, i don’t think you’d stand a chance against my team.” 

god, you’re such a tease. you make it so hard for him to be nice to you. so, of course, your comment returned his ability to utter almost every sarcastic comment that comes to mind - screw being likeable. “you think so?” he quirked a brow, tossing the ball onto your lap then pacing backwards, “go on, then.”

rintarō suna

♡ it was probably those tips on social media that told him he has to be nicer 

♡ and plus he saw terushima get all the chicks and he was just sitting there like ‘where are my bitches at? 🥺’

♡ anyway, all the guys on social media that had girls lining up outside their door always had one thing in common: misogyny  obnoxious personalities !!

♡ and his whole personality was a sacrifice suna was willing and ready to make for just a crumb of cooch  🤲

♡ though you weren’t exactly his crush yet, suna thought you were the best person to carry out this experiment with bc he heard through the grapevine that you had a crush on him so perhaps this would make you happy

♡ he didn’t prepare much beforehand though which he immediately regretted as soon as he approached you bc admittedly, his game plan of ‘be self-assured but friendly’ was a bit vague 

♡ so he basically just had to bullshit through a whole, awkward conversation with you while wearing a forced ‘bold’ smirk which, in reality, looked as though he had just seen tiddies for the first time 

♡ hardly self-assured or friendly 

♡ also, the fact you thought he was playing a prank on you must’ve drastically altered the results of his experiment 

♡ at one point he says something extremely stupid you’d just quit playing along and just blurt out ‘wtf is wrong with you today’

♡ to which he’d be like ‘ahaha, nuthin much bbg, how bout you?’

♡ THE EXPERIEMNT ISN’T OVER UNTIL HE SAYS IT’S OVER OKAy?!

♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥

you rubbed your temples in order to soothe the throbbing headache suna gave you simply by existing. like yes, you had a crush on him 10 minutes ago - but that was before he came up to you and started acting like terushima on dodgy medication. “oh and your skin is glowing bab--”

“jesus christ, rintarō, shut up!” you cried, gripping the edge of your skirt to prevent your self from delivering a swift punch right to his stupid face. he’s seriously gotten on all your nerves at this point; firstly, by spamming your phone in the middle of the night asking for homework answers (accompanied by cursed memes) as he actually managed to wake you up. secondly, by acting so oblivious to the fact you clearly had a crush on him and now, this!

heat rose to his cheeks in embarrassment as his creepy smile instantly fell right back into his resting bitch face, “this isn’t working, is it?” 

“what’s not working?”

suna scoffed, rolling his eyes - his façade having evidently disappeared. “this.” he sighed, looking around as if someone was going to save him before his eyes finally settled on you and he was reminded of what he wanted in the first place, his sparkle was rekindled for just a moment which caused him to blurt out, “just fuck me already, i’m not asking for much.”

#sakusa imagines #kyotani x y/n #tsukishima x reader #sakusa headcanons #sakusa x y/n #haikyuu!! x gender neutral reader #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyū!! #haikyuu!! #suna rintaro x reader #tsukishima hcs #sakusa x reader #tsukishima headcanons #tsukishima x you #sakusa x you #suna x y/n #suna x you #suna x reader #kyotani x reader #kyotani headcanons #haikyuu x reader

[wildcardaces]

@ruby-static "victory pose" edition!

Where its baby lilshade!

Quil: hey look at that he's walkin on his own!

Quil: oh my god this is precious as hell

Quil: what is it buddy?

Quil: oh my god-

Shawn: oh my god a victory pose im so proud!

Shawn was just watching ecstatically off screen as lil shade just hobbled around a little before just lifting his arms up in a "i did it!" Pose. Now hes got both shawn and quil crying!

Lilshade: dont you DARE hurt us!

Viero: hey lil guy i wasnt planning to

When shade and the others initially managed to break out of the penguin enclosure at the zoo they first ran into someone who had helped dan way back when. Viero is confused but is getting a huge sense of deja vu from this situation

And the finale!

Maroon and Oliver just being wholesome

Maroon: shade wasnt kidding ollie! This island is nice!

Oliver: not as nice as you

Oliver and maroon are still very much in love. I care them

#agent a quil #lil shade #Shawn #viero #maroon #oliver #club penguin ocs #club penguin oc #club penguin

[yoongsicles]

warning: swearing, cheating

wc: 1,196 (blue font means flashback)

genre: lil' fluff, angst, smut

Track 1: Deja Vu (Xiao Dejun)

"You ready?" your boyfriend, Dejun asked you as you fix your seatbelt "Yes!" you raised your arm excitedly.

He started his car engine and you played your favorite song on his car radio.

Road trip with Dejun has always been your favorite activity to do with him. Well, besides you know.

Going to random places, singing your favorite songs, having sex in the backseat of his car. Those are just the things that are included in your "to-do list with Dejun every weekend"

Both of you are well-known as the hottest couple in your college department. Dating Dejun for a year has completely changed your life in a good way. You swear if there's someone better than your boyfriend, you'd still choose Dejun.

You can't just imagine your life without him.

"Look who we have here" your friend, Joy whispered beside you pointing at the girl in front of you. "Oh," you said when you realized who it was.

Mina. Dejun's new girl.

She shyly smiled looking at you. Clearly doesn't know that you're his boyfriend's ex.

"You're still prettier" Joy whispered again while handing the registration form to Mina. You slightly elbowed your friend laughing quietly with her.

Dejun's taste in girls is obvious. Not too skinny, not too light-skinned, shorter than him, a bit curvy, and has a smile that could light up his world.

And you know these because you're his standard or should you say, you just know your ex too well.

"So, you're the new girl," you said starting a conversation. Mina looked at you still smiling "Yes and I'm so excited to join your org" she replied and continued writing.

Your fake smile fade away when you noticed a familiar thing on her neck.

"Your necklace" you muttered still focused on it. She stopped writing and held the necklace "Oh, it's a gift from my boyfriend. It's beautiful right?" you swear her face is annoying you.

"Oh my God" Joy gasped looking at you.

Your moans and Dejun's are the only thing you can hear right now as he thrust his cock in you for the second round. Here you are again, making love in the backseat of his car.

"Baby, I'm c-cumming" you moaned quietly but Dejun just continued fucking you "Cum for me, princess," he said sucking your left nipple making you more sensitive.

Dejun rubbed your clit driving you insane. As he moves faster, you can already feel his cock twitching inside you. That means he's about to cum too.

"F-fuck" both of you cursed in unison as you came into your high.

Sticky and sweaty, both of you hugged while you kissed his temple whispering "I love yous"

Almost ten minutes later of just laying there, Dejun sit up and took a box inside his bag. "Happy birthday, princess" he greeted with a cheeky smile and handed you the box.

"Dejun" you murmured in surprise. It was a moon-shaped necklace with a star in the middle.

"You remember how I always call you my star and me as your moon?" he asked getting the necklace from the box and helping you wear it.

"This necklace means that you will always be inside my heart, making me shine brighter,” he said turning you around to meet his eyes.

“And that I’ll never let you go” he added cupping your cheek and kissed your forehead.

“I love you so much, y/n”

“Can you believe that he gave her a similar necklace? Bet he also gave it after having sex with her. Insensitive jerk” Joy still can’t believe what you both saw.

You’re still quiet, looking at Mina’s registration form.

“Uh hello? Earth to y/n” Joy snapped her fingers in front of your face. You sighed looking at her “I don’t know, Joy. It annoys me to be honest knowing that I still have the necklace and it was the symbol of our love before,” you said.

“Symbol of our love my ass. Well, he’s a dick and I’m so glad you two broke up already. I just wish that girl good luck” she scoffed.

“Gonna head out now. Will see you tomorrow, okay?” Joy hugged you before leaving.

After getting your things inside your locker, you immediately came to the parking lot. You just wanna go home after an exhausting day. Welcoming the new members of your organization is just a lot.

Before you even get inside your car, you saw Mina running towards something, or should you say someone.

“Hi!” Mina greeted him excitedly and got a hug from him “You ready for our road trip?” He asked kissing her hand. Mina nodded.

Dejun opened the door for her and before entering the driver’s seat, he saw you standing four cars away from him.

You rolled your eyes at him. You entered your car, starting the engine immediately. As you drove past them, you just can’t help but agree with Joy.

She’s definitely right. Dejun’s a dick and he will always be a dick.

You’ve decided to visit Dejun in his apartment because he said he’s sick and he can’t see you for today. As a worried girlfriend, you bought medicines and even cooked him his favorite dish just to make him feel better.

As you tried entering his password, you got confused because it was wrong. So you tried again but it didn’t work either. You were about to call him when the door suddenly opened surprising you with a shirtless Dejun and a girl behind him.

Both of you stood there. Dejun staring nervously at you as you stared at the girl and him.

Tears forming in your eyes, a heartbeat so loud, and a mind running with thoughts.

“Y/n” is the only word Dejun can say.

“Fuck you” throwing him what you brought before running away from him. Dejun tried to go after you but he felt like his feet were glued on the floor.

You found yourself at the park where you two met. The Dejun you saw earlier wasn't the Dejun you fell in love with. You're disgusted and you just want to curse the shit out of him.

You didn't expect that the guy you love the most would break your world just like that.

Dejun was driving quietly and Mina noticed that something’s bothering him so she turned on the car radio and a very familiar song played.

It was the song you two always played before. The song that made Dejun fall in love with you.

The car stopped shocking Mina. “What’s wrong?”

Dejun didn’t answer. He was just listening to the song while his memories with you keep flashing back in his head. All he knows that what happened before was a mistake.

Cheating on you was a mistake.

And now he’s with another girl whom he thought he can love again just to forget you.

“Shit” he whispered.

Everything’s fucked up. Dejun is still into you. No, he’s still in love with you. And in his heart? You’re still his star.

A star that’s too far away to reach now.

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The Breakup Playlist

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