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milkybonya · 2 years

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library loser _ ksm

order 046, @starlostseungmin : large banana milk tea with pudding for skz seungmin

warnings: reader is in love with seungmin from the start but turns it into hate, not proof-read :_(

#: college!au, enemies to lovers!, librarian!au, ft. heartbreaker!Hyunjin

summary: it's almost love at first sight with Seungmin,, but then he becomes someone you avoid because of a misunderstanding :/

[💌: imagining Seungmin in an enemies to lovers trope was just so hard because he's so sweet and cute and a ball of fluff >_< so this was such a challenge but i really liked that it was???]

when you first walked into one of your campus libraries, the one that would soon become your favourite and go-to spot, you kind of... instantly fell for the pretty boy librarian.

your eyes fell on him a first time just by chance as you were scoping the place out. then, you willingly looked at him a second time when you processed him: legs crossed behind the main desk in a grey hoodie and beige pants, glasses sliding down his squishy nose and cheeks sucked in as he focused on whatever he was reading.

the third time you looked at him was to see what he was reading. you squinted and leaned towards him, even though you were standing quite far from him. you looked hard and squinted some more while slowly walking... and you tripped over a rip in the carpet and fell flat on your face.

pretty librarian boy saw. he saw, gasped, and ran over. you shut your eyes tightly and wished you could disappear.

"hey, hey are you okay? can you sit up? let me help you," he said.

even his voice sounded heavenly...

"i'm fine," you said with reddened cheeks and a small smile.

yet he still helped you sit up, his surprisingly strong arms gently wrapping around you and pushing you up.

"it's my first time here... i guess i got a little nervous?" you muttered.

the boy giggled and sent butterflies raging through you.

"is that so? maybe i'll be seeing you more often from now on. i'm Seungmin, Kim Seungmin," he said.

"i'm y/n," you managed to say.

i wish i could say the two of you then fell in love and lived happily ever after, but..

it just wasn't that easy.

as the weeks passed, Seungmin was right. he did see you more often. the library he worked at became your favourite study spot, and he'd always greet you on your way in. sometimes he'd even hand you a granola bar or fruit, saying he just found it 'laying around' when he'd actually spent hours at the grocery store picking it out.

but a month later, everything fell apart.

your friend had been deeply hurt by someone named Hyunjin. he was dared to get into a relationship with them just to see how long they'd last and how fast Hyunjin could get them to sleep with him. once your friend found out about this dare, they broke up with him right away and came running to you, in tears.

"y/nnnnn," they sobbed.

you patted their back and rubbed circles on it as they spoke.

"i loved him so much. i didn't know this was all a lie. he even painted portraits of me.. he was so romantic, he'd take me on café dates.."

Hyunjin was also mourning the end of the relationship. even though it had started as a dare, he had fallen fast for your friend. but of course, neither you nor your friend knew that.

so rightfully so, both of you cursed Hyunjin out.

"he's a prick anyway. all he has going for him is his pretty face. don't worry, [best friend's name], we'll find you someone better. Hyunjin can... can... choke on a grape!" you said.

your friend giggled a bit and you were happy to see their smile.

"i don't want to see him or his friends ever again."

"me neither," you replied, "and who are his friends? i'll give all of them the cold shoulder."

"there's Changbin, Han, Jeongin, Seungmin--"

"Seungmin?! Kim Seungmin?"

"yeah, he works at the library. him and Hyunjin are pretty close."

"i knew there was something up with him. pathetic. he's friends with Hyunjin? ha..."

your best friend shook your head at you as you mumbled to yourself. you decided you and Seungmin were now sworn enemies on the basis of him being friends with the man who broke your best friend's heart.

"good morning y/n--oh." Seungmin didn't finish his greeting as you rushed past him while ignoring him. he was trapped in a confused daze for a few seconds, but then he let it go, thinking you might've been deep in your thoughts.

but then, it happened everyday. it happened so often that Seungmin stopped greeting you. he'd just follow you with his eyes and wonder what happened. he was a little too scared to ask because it's not like the two of you were close friends or anything. he thought to himself that you had the right to ignore him if you wanted to.

one day, he told his friend, Hyunjin about it.

"you said their name is y/n?" Hyunjin asked.

Seungmin nodded, sadly stirring his iced coffee with a straw.

"ah... they're friends with [best friend's name]. you know how i... how we dated and it didn't end so well because of that stupid dare," Hyunjin explained.

"but what does that have anything to do with me?" Seungmin asked.

"it doesn't, but they don't know that. they don't know Changbin hyung is the one who made that stupid dare. they probably think all of my friends were part of this, including you. [best friend's name] always talked about y/n and how they're their closest friend. y/n probably cares so much for [best friend's name] that they stopped talking to you out of anger over [best friend's name]'s situation."

Seungmin nodded along, finally processing and making sense of the situation. yet, it just made him love you more. ah, yes. Seungmin had already fallen in love with you. and now seeing how much you cared for your friend made him love you even more.

he sighed, wondering what he should do.

"i don't want your... thing with y/n to end up like me and their best friend. you should talk to them about it," Hyunjin advised after Seungmin told him about his crush on you.

"hey, hey y/n? y/n! can we just... talk for a second?" Seungmin asked, grabbing hold of your arm as you tried to walk away again.

anger bubbled up within you. one of Hyunjin's stupid friends was touching you and you were seething.

"let. go." you said without turning around.

Seungmin didn't, so you pushed his hand away and finally turned to face him.

"you're just a pathetic library loser and i have nothing to say to you. so leave me alone," you said, walking away.

Seungmin gritted his teeth and looked away, trying not to cry on the spot. if only you'd understand... but fine. if you weren't going to give him a chance, he wouldn't waste his energy on you either.

Seungmin no longer followed you with his eyes when you walked in. he stopped making sure your favourite spot was empty when you'd arrive. you didn't even know he'd do that for you, but just suddenly noticed your usual spot was always occupied.

at some point, Seungmin got petty. he hid away the textbooks he knew you needed and always read. when you'd walk to the desk to ask him where they were, he'd walk away the second he saw you approaching him so he wouldn't need to talk to you. his coworker who would talk to you would also be confused, telling you that the textbook was definitely in the library, but not in it's usual spot.

"i guess another student keeps beating me to it. maybe they read it without checking it out! thank you, though," you'd say, returning to your spot.

Seungmin would watch as you slouched over with a sigh, shuffling through your papers and wondering how you'd study. always, every time, Seungmin would always place the book in front of you when you weren't paying attention or when you napped for a bit. he felt bad, somehow.

you'd discover it and let out a tiny squeal of glee, opening it up to prepare to study.

Seungmin would always watch you with a smile. it'd make him wonder why he's acting so petty in the first place.

one day, you and your best friend had a group study session at the library. your best friend noticed the way Seungmin acted, stealing glances at you but acting petty, and they noticed the way you ignored all of this.

"what's going on with you and Seungmin?" they asked.

"nothing!" you blurted, but that just made them ask you more questions and in the end, you had to confide.

when you explained everything to them, your friend sighed and gave you a pat on the back.

"y/n... you're avoiding Seungmin because of me?"

"no! i'm just so angry.." you replied.

"no, y/n, it's because of what Hyunjin did to me. you should just stop."

"huh?"

"Seungmin wasn't involved in this, not in the slightest. it was only between Changbin and Hyunjin. Hyunjin told me Seungmin even told him not to go through with it."

you felt your heartbeat in your throat. Seungmin... had actually been against this?

"wait... Hyunjin told you? did you speak to him recently?" you asked.

your friend felt flustered and looked away, so you tugged on their arm to get them to speak.

"well... he came to my dorm, even though visitors are not allowed, and he begged me to hear him out so i did and... long story short we're back together."

"what?!" you yelled. you hung your head in apology as everyone stared at you. Seungmin giggled, wondering what could have shocked you so much.

"why don't you just go over there and join the conversation?" his coworker asked him.

Seungmin cleared his throat and returned to the computer, still stealing glances at you.

"yeah.. but i promise there's nothing to be worried about."

"i can trust you, right? i'll have to meet Hyunjin one of these days."

"for now, go meet Seungmin! i can't believe the way you treated him because of this misunderstanding. go, go explain!" your friend said, pushing you out of your seat.

you stumbled away from your spot and towards the main desk, where Seungmin worked. he noticed you getting closer and closer and furrowed his brows, wondering what the problem was.

you didn't know how to tell him and you didn't know what, so when you approached him, you asked for a paper and pen. he handed them to you and you wrote out a note, sliding it to him before walking away.

Hi Seungmin ^-^

I have a lot to explain.. can you meet me by the park outside the student centre when your shift ends? I'll be there!

y/n

you watched Seungmin scurry towards you. he was worried you'd been waiting for a while and he didn't want to make you wait for so long.

"y/n.. is everything okay?" he asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

"no.. i misunderstood something and that's why i've been so weird around you recently," you explained, "i thought you were part of the reason Hyunjin broke my friend's heart, but i just realized that you had nothing to do with it. i'm sorry."

Seungmin gave you a small smile.

"i knew that's why you were mad at me but then i also started getting petty. it isn't your fault; you were just being a good friend."

"can we just start all over then?" you asked him, and he nodded.

"let's start by going out an actual date instead of staring at each other in the library," Seungmin suggested, making you laugh.

"well, you're free now, right? do you wanna go now?" you asked.

"sure!" Seungmin agreed, shyly taking one of your hands and guiding you away from the park.

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neophele · 1 year

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Intoxicated

With the stress of college, a casual night of drinking with friends is a rare opportunity to wind down. But when Mark falls asleep on your sofa, you can’t help but beg your boyfriend to indulge your one wish. Just one little kiss never hurt anyone, right?

Genre: college!au, probably angst? Maybe a bit suggestive? Words: 2k Pairings: y/n x Jisung (established), y/n x Mark (ish) Warnings: Drinking. Infidelity? Maybe slightly questionable consent? Sad Jisung I’m sorry TT ((not properly proofread ik it’s a bad habit)) A/N: This is essentially a rewriting of Ling Shuhua’s 酒后 cos whenever I read it I picture Mark :>

A night of drinks with friends, sweet liquor poured between cups and even sweeter laughter floating between lips. But, like all good things, it had to end.

Their energy reached a crescendo, only to fall from that point onwards. Haechan was the first to start yawning, Renjun elbowing him in the ribs and giving him a broad smile.

“You’re calling it a night already?”

“It’s these stupid deadlines ruining my fun,” He grumbled. “It’s okay, semester ends in a few weeks, we can celebrate properly then,”

You smiled at the boys, the alcohol making you gentler when you’d usually want to join in the teasing. You knew everyone was stressed, and as much as you wanted to keep enjoying the company of your friends, you also wanted to maintain the fine balance between managing the workload and still having some semblance of social life. Pushing one or the other too far would only lead to more stress. “Make sure you rest up,” You nodded towards Haechan, pressing your lips together into an understanding smile. Jisung’s hand snaked around your waist, pulling you closer to him on the sofa. He kissed the side of your head lovingly, lost in your presence and infatuating sweetness.

“Get a room!” Chenle cringed.

“Yeah, time to leave these lovebirds alone,” Jaemin wiggled his eyebrows.

“Okay, let’s go,” Jeno sighed, standing up and holding out a hand to pull up Jaemin, who languished in taking his time to rise up to meet Jeno’s eyes.

You freed yourself from Jisung’s embrace, standing up from your seat next to the tall boy on the sofa and checking the room to ensure everyone had gathered their things. His hand found yours, gently lacing his long fingers between yours, rubbing a thumb over the back of your hand in a reassuring sign of adoration.

Counting five heads making their way to the front door, you looked behind you to find the straggler. You laid your eyes on the eldest, oversized hoodie pulled up over his hair to conceal the lean figure you could only imagine, unmoving except for the slow rise of his chest as he puffed oxygen through his lungs. Jisung noticed, letting go of your hand to move towards Mark and wake him.

A split-second decision, one you didn’t know why or how or when you made, but you tugged back Jisungs sleeve.

“Let him sleep, he’s exhausted.” You whispered. Jisung looked at you with big eyes, innocence you didn’t know how to do anything but squirm under as the alcohol flushed your cheeks. He smiled, nodding and taking your hand again, heart soft at the gentle concern you’d shown his friends this evening.

But it wasn’t just a gentleness, concern for friends you knew were working hard. There was something else. A desire that sparked the deepest caves of your heart, one you’d tried to suffocate for so long. But tonight, fed by alcohol and fanned by the sight of Mark’s perfectly unattainable beauty, you couldn’t smother it any longer.

Waving the rest of the boys through the door, the hugs and hair-ruffles to say goodbye gone on for what felt like far too long, you were finally alone.

Jisung turned to you, taking your rose-dusted cheeks in his hands, leaning in to place a soft kiss against your lips. You instinctively relaxed into his touch, one you’d felt a thousand times, only to tense slightly as your mind wandered through the recesses of your psyche. What would Mark’s lips feel like? Your cheeks burned harder, and Jisung smiled as he moved away, imagining nothing other than your love for him.

“Let’s take care of our guest,” Jisung chuckled, not realising how his words sent pathetic thoughts of all the ways you wished you could take care of Mark racing through your mind.

“I’ll get a blanket,” You excused yourself, darting into the bedroom to find a blanket and calm the battle of feelings internally waging inside.

Meanwhile, Jisung filled a glass of water and placed it on the table next to Mark’s sleeping body. He was out cold, sunk entirely into the comfort of the sofa, clearly a respite from how he was usually hunched over a desk.

You bit your lip as you walked back to the living room, draping the blanket softly over Mark’s legs. He was manspreading in his sleep, and you screamed at the voice in your head that wondered what it would be like to sit between those legs.

He was beautiful, there was no other way to put it. His eyebrows, for once, were not knitted in concentration - they were gently framing his closed eyes, face a picture of serenity. Supple skin dusted with a shadow of stubble just coming through. Head tipped back, the full length of his neck exposed, Adam's apple protruding so deliciously. You wondered what it would be like to be up close and personal with the delicate skin, what hearing his voice so close to your ear would sound like, a shiver running down your spine. Usually so composed, so in control, calm, seeing his messy hair strewn across his forehead, lips parted slightly in such a welcoming way, the bridge of his nose begging to be traced, you couldn’t help yourself.

“Jisung, do you trust me?” You suddenly asked. You should swallow your thoughts, you knew. It wasn’t right. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t you.

“Of course I do, baby,” he replied, tiredness present in his low voice.

“Can you let me have something I want?”

“Hm,” He turned to you, tilting his head slightly. He was excited to hear what you had to say, a spark relighting in his eyes. “And what would that be?”

“Can I…” your voice got quite. “Can I kiss Mark?”

He looked at you silently, hurt. The spark was dulled, replaced with confusion. Pain knitted his eyebrows, eyes looking at you with desperation you couldn’t stand.

“Oh,” Was all he could manage as you avoided his gaze. You panicked, suddenly wanting to take back the liquid-courage-enthused words you’d just said.

“Just, I-“ You stammered, tucking your hair behind your ear and swallowing profusely. Mouth dry, bones feeling like they’d left your body as you wanted to melt into the floor. Just as you were about to take back your request, apologise, and throw yourself into Jisung’s loving arms - you glanced at Mark again. You couldn’t deny it. You wanted this. The other boy, the one that was not yours. You wanted him. So badly.

“Not on the lips. Just his face.” You finally blurted out, seeking a middle ground to quench your desire. “It would be as a friend! He’s been working so hard, and he’s exhausted. His family is so far away that he doesn’t get to see them, and he just broke up with his girlfriend, he always looks so sad whenever he sees us being couple-y. He’s deprived of affection.”

Justifications spilt from your mouth, words trying to convince Jisung to indulge your one request.

Jisung’s lips pursed together in contemplation. Silence gripped you, threatening to shake your shoulders and knock some sense into you. This wasn’t right.

“Friendly affection isn’t the same as what lovers do,” He mumbled, looking down. You felt bad, you felt awful. Hurting Jisung was not what you wanted, not in the least.

“It wouldn’t be like what lovers do,” you retaliated. “What we do.”

Jisung glanced up at you from the strands of hair falling over his face. You reached out to him, using every ounce of charm you could muster, driven by some perverted greed to have more than your fill.

“I love you, Ji,” Your hand extended towards him, brushing his cheek to tenderly catch his chin in your fingers. “I feel pitiful of Mark whenever I see him, and if I could give him a little bit of affection, it’d make me feel a little better.”

He stared into your eyes, your gaze flamed by the intense urge you couldn’t overcome. He placed his hand on yours, gripping it and squeezing it gently.

“Do you trust me, Ji?”

“Of course I do.” He was lost in your eyes, with nothing but love and devotion in his mind. You had no idea what he would say next, and truthfully, neither did he. “Okay. Just a quick peck.”

Thrilled, you bit your lip slightly, drawing Jisung closer to nuzzle your face into his neck. He let out an airy breath, so affected by everything about you. Anything you wanted, it was impossible for him to deny. A breath slipped from his lips, taking the back of your head in his hand and holding you tight.

You broke away, eyes shining with thanks. Jisung suppressed his unease, refusing to believe you would do something that shattered his image of you as anything other than loving.

He stood up, helping you to your feet as you cheesed at him, grinning like a kid who’d just been given a plate full of candy. Jisung chose to believe you were smiling like that because of him.

“Okay,” he whispered, dropping your hands and

The idea of Jisung’s absence hadn’t occurred to you before. It made you feel sick.

“Stay, please,” you begged him, grabbing his hand.

“What?” He was bewildered, confused as to why you wanted him to see you kissing his best friend.

“I’m nervous.” You confessed. Taken aback by the delicateness you suddenly displayed, despite having just asked him if you could kiss another man, it was almost infuriating. Almost.

“Fine.”

You took a step closer to where Mark was sleeping, his relaxed form having the opposite effect on you.

“Hold my hand,” you whispered, outstretching your arm for Jisung to take.

All he could do was comply, no longer searching for rhyme or reason in your actions.

You tiptoed towards Mark's sleeping body, Jisung in hand, heat rising in every crevice you possessed. Preparing yourself to plant a tender kiss on the older boys glowing skin. Anticipation gripped your insides, the thought of placing your lips anywhere near him firing up a heat as you’d never felt before.

As your head lent over Mark’s, you could smell the faintness of alcohol on his breath. His cologne, his scent, him. Such close proximity was dizzying. You wanted to grab his face, crash your lips against his and devour every part of him. But you couldn’t. So close to his face, his pure and exposed form, your cheeks burned. Everything felt like it was pulsing, your blood thrumming in your veins with the electricity of a thousand volts.

He was even more breathtaking up close. Every slight bump on his face, every crease, every corner. Perfection. A face like his deserved to be appreciated in all it’s glory, you thought, wondering how his ex could even bear to part from his

Pursuing your lips, a tender kiss. A small, tender kiss. That’s all it would be. Something to satisfy your curiosity, to give you a taste of the forbidden fruit.

And suddenly, you couldn’t.

You shot upwards, everything becoming clear. You snapped back to reality, the heat of whatever fire you were playing becoming an icy dagger speared through your conscience.

“I thought you wanted this?” Jisung was confused, no idea why you were suddenly backing away. Had he done the wrong thing? He truly believed that you wanted to do this out of some kind of pity or guilt towards Mark. Or at least that’s what he convinced himself. Everything was making less sense than when you’d begged him to let you kiss Mark.

The weight of your actions had finally engulfed you, squeezing out the sickness of want from your heart. It could only be a gentle, friendly kiss, nothing like what you wanted. And that was somehow worse.

“No. I don’t want to anymore.”

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weirdkpopgirl · 2 years

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Connection | Jisung Fic 1 (PT.2)

Title: Connection (part two)

Genre: Soulmate au

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1422k

Author’s Note: Here is the second part of the Jisung soulmate request. I’m sorry if this isn’t as good as it could be. But thank you for reading ^ - ^

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“Jisung-ah, what’s wrong?” The leader shook the boy lightly on the shoulder.

“Hyung…I think my soulmate is here,” He said, still looking at his soulmate. He was afraid that he would lose her in the crowd if he looked away.

Mark gasped, “Wait, seriously? Where?”

Jisung hesitantly gestured in the direction of the girl with soft brown eyes and long, chestnut hair. He was still trying to make sense of it all. Was this real?

Did he really find you?

┈┈

You still haven’t quite fathomed the fact that the main dancer of a famous k-pop group was your soulmate. It was hard to concentrate on the performances and mini-games the guys did. But the more you thought about it, the more it all began to make sense. Dancing, schedules, being up at crazy hours. How had you not put it all together until now?

Before you knew it, the event was nearly over. The last part was letting the VIPs go up to take pictures with the members. Excitedly, Seoyeon dragged you with her to get in line.

But you struggled to be excited with her. Somehow with all the craziness that’s happened to you lately, being in this situation was not what you imagined. Jisung had definitely noticed you in the crowd. And now you were mere minutes away from being face to face.

Seoyeon lightly shook your shoulder, “(Y/n)-ah, are you not feeling well today? You look like you’re about to have a panic attack.”

You shrugged her off and smiled, trying to hide the fact that you were trying not to freak out. “Just nervous, I guess,” You said quietly, not wanting to worry your friend.

Stuck in your thoughts, you almost didn’t notice when it was your turn to go up. The members greeted you both politely as the staff members ushered you guys around to prepare for the camera. Coincidentally, you were positioned in front of Jisung.

“It’s you, isn’t it?”

Your heart nearly leaped out of your chest when you heard him speak.

“I—um…” You stuttered, seeming to have forgotten how to form sentences.

The two of you exchanged a short glance before the cameras rolled and the photo was taken just like that. But before you could be led off the stage, Jisung slipped a piece of paper into your hand.

Understanding what he was trying to do, you crumpled the paper in your fist and opened it once you were a good distance away. The note said to meet him after the fan meeting was over. Though your hands were trembling and the apprehension was overwhelming, you told Seoyeon to go first as you were going to wait for the bus.

That was how you found yourself anxiously waiting in the lobby of the venue. After some time passed, you wondered if you were being tricked. But just as you were losing hope, a tall boy wearing a black hoodie showed up.

“Hey. Sorry for making you wait,” He said, slightly out of breath.

“I-It’s okay,” You heard yourself say.

You blinked a few times, hardly able to believe that Park Jisung was still in front of you. Before you were never too interested in celebrities and you’ve only become a fan of his recently. Although all his makeup was removed, and his shaggy bangs partially covered his eyes, you still felt starstruck. Which you felt slightly ashamed for being swayed so easily. He was just a normal human being at the end of the day.

Jisung suggested you guys talk somewhere that’s more private. So he brought you backstage into one of the dressing rooms. You were kind of stiff around each other, considering you were both socially awkward people.

“I think I heard your friend calling you (Y/n)?” Jisung eventually spoke first, though he was terrified. He wasn’t used to being alone with a girl.

You tried not to look too shocked. It just felt weird to hear him say your name.

“Yeah, Kim (Y/n).”

“I guess it’s nice to know that my soulmate is a fan,” He joked, after another small silence.

You nervously fidgeted with the strap on your bag. “I actually heard you singing in your thoughts and that’s how I discovered your music.”

“Oh really?”

He didn’t expect that. To think that he was the reason you became a fan. If you hadn’t heard him, you’d probably have an even lesser chance of finding each other.

“Yeah, I guess I should thank you,” You said.

Jisung smiled and asked what songs of theirs you liked. He watched as your eyes brightened when you answered his question. As the conversation continued on its own, both of you began to feel more relaxed around each other.

You told him you were attending a university and majoring in psychology. It now made sense to Jisung, why you spent so much time studying. On the other hand, he told you what it was like being an idol and how it can get tiring at times. Though nervous to be around each other at first, letting things flow naturally seemed to work out best for you both.

Maybe it was because you were soulmates. But the more you talked to Jisung, the more you could see yourself falling for him. He pretty much felt the same way.

┈┈

(bonus)

A few months have passed since you and Jisung found each other. Neither of you had much experience with dating, so you took things slowly. It was sort of exciting to see your bond grow. He also let you meet his members who were super loud, but supportive to you both.

One of the strangest things you two discovered was how physical affection seemed to strengthen you. For example, if you two held hands, you would feel energized for the rest of the day.

Eventually, as you got closer, you guys learned that hugs felt even nicer. Jisung was taller than you, but he was so gentle. Hugging brought you two so much warmth and comfort, especially on tiring days.

“You know, there’s one thing we still haven’t tried,” Jisung said to you one day. The two of you were chilling on the couch, at his dorm.

You looked up from the book in your hands and raised an eyebrow. “What is it?”

“You know…kissing,” He muttered, fidgeting with his phone.

Already, you worked the courage to give each other an occasional peck on the cheek or forehead. But Jisung had been wondering how it would feel to really kiss you. He just wasn’t too sure how to go about it.

Once you understood the message, a smile crept on your face. Feeling a little daring, you locked arms with the boy next to you.

“Do you want to try and see what happens?”

Without a second thought, he nodded eagerly which slightly surprised you. How were you going to do this without blushing like crazy?

“Please don’t laugh if it turns out I’m a terrible kisser,” You said.

Jisung chuckled, “If anything, I’d be bad at it.”

Nervous laughs were exchanged, unsure of where to put your hands or which angle was best. You took a deep breath and met Jisung’s eyes, trying to ignore how fast your heart was beating right now.

“Let’s just take it slow,” You murmured. “There’s no need to rush things.”

Jisung nodded, his hands cupped your face as you placed yours atop his shoulders. To your surprise, Jisung made the first move and leaned in to kiss you. You didn’t expect kissing him to feel so soft and sweet.

It was a little messy at first, both of you being new to this. But it didn’t take long for you to adjust. You found yourself gripping a little tighter to his sweatshirt, as the kiss slowly became more passionate.

Eventually, you realized you needed to breathe. The two of you pulled away with moist lips and slightly tousled hair.

“Was it bad?” You brought yourself to ask, still a little self-conscious.

Jisung shook his head and brought you closer to him.

“I think I must just become addicted to you, (Y/n)-ah.”

“Well, it’s a good thing we’re soulmates isn’t it?” You leaned your head against his shoulder, wearing a shy smile.

His words were kinda cheesy. But you honestly felt the same. You felt so much stronger after you kissed, feeling like you could take on the whole world.

So consider this little experiment a success?

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part one

#nct #nct dream #jisung soulmate au #park jisung #nct soulmate au #kpop #fluff #soulmate fic #nctzen #czennie #jisungie

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omgitssodamaniac · 9 months

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Lunchtime

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Author’s notes:

Character A (Marco): “You’re a liar!” x Character B (Armin): “You’re right, I lied. But so have you. We’re both guilty of deceit.”

Zombie apocalypse and modern AU of Attack on Titan

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“Hey, Eren!”

Connie came running down the hill at full speed, swaying his arms at his sides as his typical cheeky smile formed across his lips. The gray shirt he had on lacked the amount of holes as the previous one, as well as stains. Thank the gods Jean and Marco found an old laundromat full of decent clothing last week. All of them were in desperate need of a change of attire.

Eren wiped his forehead off his upper arm as he stood upright. In his other gloved hand, he held three carrots covered in dirt and worms. That day, Eren was assigned garden duty, a task where he would not complain about having to do. He would much rather be digging up vegetables and planting new seeds than washing clothes or sweeping the floor. Working in the garden kept his hands and mind busy, not to mention he had some peace and quiet for a few hours.

Two years ago, the pandemic broke loose. It began with merely a handful of cases in the big cities. Most people passed it all off as some sick joke. Who was really going to believe that the zombie apocalypse would happen? Zombies are fictional – nothing more than a figment of society’s imagination. They appear on the big screen and in comic books, not on the street where you would cross to get to school or work

Eren thought exactly that. That it was a big prank where all these news outlets worked together to spook the audience who was idiotic enough to believe it. But more and more cases spread out of control, and not long after did the government declare a national state of emergency. People were not allowed out of their homes for anything. Had an emergency where you needed to leave? Too bad. FBI agents would shoot you down thinking you were infected.

“What is it, Connie?” Eren called back out. He placed the three carrots he dug out into the basket. Various other crops filled it up two-thirds of the way up. He picked it up before heading toward his friend.

The previous classmates grew closer to one another over the years. They went from barely knowing each other’s names to knowing exactly what movie was their favorite and why to knowing their sleeping patterns. It goes without saying that an occasional argument or fight did break out. Not everyone saw eye-to-eye on a constant basis. Eren and Jean tended to quarrel from time to time, and more often than not would it get physical. The aftermath of awkward silence and glares would die down faster, however. They lacked the luxury of spending time on pointless grudges in a time where having people by your side was more important than ever.

“Armin said that while on their run he found a first aid kit!” exclaimed Connie. “Can you believe it? Apparently it’s fully stocked, too!”

The basket nearly fell from Eren’s loose grip. He could not believe his ears. A first aid kit! How lucky was that? They were rare to come by, as they were one of the first items to go, along with guns and food. It would be a miracle to even see another one, let alone it be fully stocked.

The two boys rushed to the building they confided in and called “home”, at least for the time being. It was a run-down apartment building that was out of business before the pandemic hit. The entrance was the lobby, where the survivors mainly hung around, and the lounge was used for treating the wounded or organizing treasures from runs for supplies. Everyone had their own room on the first floor. They dared not to spread out any further, in case a stray zombie entered the building, where they would be alerted immediately and could exterminate it.

Armin stood behind the front desk with the first aid kit in front of him. He tugged on his sleeve, his gaze lost in the distance. He wore a long-sleeved baby blue hoodie that was retrieved in the recent run. His face was paler than usual. He did not even realize the pair entered the room.

“Yo, Armin, are you okay?” inquired Eren as he noticed Armin was in a daze. He grasped his shoulder from over the counter, caused the boy to jolt as though he had been electrocuted.

Before he could give an answer, the door to the lounge swung open. Marco came storming out, his eyes locked on Armin. His fists were clenched and shaking at his sides. His brows furrowed into his narrowed eyes. His face, too, was paler than usual.

“You’re a liar!” he screamed. Marco stopped when he was mere inches away from Armin, the counter separating them.

“You’re right, I lied,” replied Armin. His voice was shaky but strong. He looked up to match Marco’s gaze. “But so have you. We’re both guilty of deceit.” Silence befell upon the room. Jean came through the door and headed toward Marco. He grabbed his arm and attempted to pull him away, but to no avail. Marco was as sturdy as a rock. He was not going anywhere anytime soon. A sense of strength and confidence grew in the guy over the last two years. He was no longer the scared little kid he used to be. He would walk with his chin up, chest puffed out. Even Jean remarked that he could not recognize his old friend anymore. That was not to say that the change was a bad thing. His confidence and determination drove him a long way.

Connie piped in. “What is he talking about, Armin? There’s no way you lied about something. I mean. . .I know you wouldn’t.”

There was a brief pause until Armin let out a sigh. “The first aid kit isn’t fully stocked,” he admitted. “I thought it was. But upon closer inspection. . .it’s missing hydrogen peroxide and bandages.”

“He made us risk our lives to get it!” screamed Marco. He pointed a finger at Armin, his hand shaking.

Eren shook his head. “What did you lie about, Marco?”

Marco chewed the inside of his cheek. He looked between the group, contemplating his next move. He rolled up his right sleeve enough to reveal a nasty bite mark on his forearm. The area was red with a mix of green and purple. His veins popped out near the bite, slowly fading down his arm. He casted his gaze to the side.

The group fell quiet again. No one knew what to say or do. They had lost too many people up until this point. They could not lose Marco now. Not after two full years of surviving together, not after going to school with him and working on school assignments. He was the glue that held everyone together. Without fail did he made everyone smile and laugh. They couldn’t lose someone else. Not Marco, too. . .

BANG!

There was a thud, but no one was able to hear it. Their ears were too busy ringing from the gunshot. But they could watch as their friend’s body dropped to the ground. A pool of blood formed from underneath Marco’s head. His eyes lost their angry gaze, and was then empty.

Jean slipped the pistol back into its holster. He clamped it shut, then reached up and, with the back of his hand, wiped the blood from his cheek.

“Let’s get lunch prepared. We don’t have time to waste.”

#attack on titan #aot #anime #fanfiction #oneshot #short story #flash fiction #marco bodt #armin arlert #eren jaeger #connie springer #jean kirstein

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enha-doodles · 2 years

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Hey i really like your blog! I had a request.

Mafia Yandere Enhypen reaction to them seeing you for the first time and being obsessed with you .

.*･ﾟʚ ENHYPEN YANDERE REACTION : TO THEM SEEING YOU FOR THE FIRST TIME AND GETTING OBSESSED WITH YOU ɞ.*･ﾟ

➸ʚ pairing ɞ : enhypenxreader!

➸ʚ genre ɞ : yandere

➸ʚ warning ɞ : mentions of fighting , mafia au , toxic thoughts , yandere behaviour

➸ʚ Disclaimer ɞ : yandera relationship is not good at all and is very toxic . This is all a work of fiction and my imagination . Credits of the GIFs to the owners . None of the members have the same personality or resonate the traits mentioned below .

.꒷꒦. HEESEUNG .꒷꒦.

He saw you at his school . You were a new student. He was in that school because the rivals kid studied there . They thought putting him in a normal school would be a great idea to not put him in danger but well it just made things easier for Heeseung and his gang . He was the least interested when he heard there was a new girl transfree in the school . Everyone was talking about how she looks like an angel . He didn't believe them thinking it would be one more of those caked face attention seeker that he would have to tolerate but you flipped his expectations . When you entered the room and greeted them with a sweet smile he was mesmerized . Something grew upon him . A need to have you . Love at first site ? Cut that it was obsession at first sight . You sat beside him as you were instructed and he started his acting . "Hey I am Heeseung" you smiled and he could swear his heart did a flip "hello Heeseung , I am y/n" ."let's be friends , come sit with me and my friends in lunch" "ohh omg sure" You weren't aware of what had started but Heeseung would make sure you would only be his girl and you would love him the way he does .

.꒷꒦. JAY .꒷꒦.

You were a waitress in his club . This was the first time you were going into the V.I.P room because you were promoted yesterday . Less of a headache for you . You were going to the most expensive room , you were told that it belonged to the owner and he had an meeting today so you had to server him and his "guests" . You had a tray of drinks and you knocked twice before entering . Upon putting a foot inside you were welcomed by a man falling to the ground dead right before your foot . It was a shocking sight for others but what you did was more shocking . You just kicked it aside with a blank face and continued to serve all the alive people in there . Jay watched you with an amused smile as all he could think was how you were gonna be his .

.꒷꒦. JAKE .꒷꒦.

He was sitting in the CCTV room watching how his men were questioning the teen boy who had tears flowing like a waterfall . The boy was his rival's kid and was bought to trap his father . He had heard about his daughter tho . He was told that you were a tought fighter and you would definitely come to save your lovely brother who just got slapped because he kept his moth shut not saying anything against his father . Guess you would live a thousand years coz just then the door was broken and everyone could see a silhouette in a hoodie with two weapons . A knife and a gun in both hands . Jake's bodyguard went to stop you from doing anything when he found the door of the camera room locked . You were smart . Now Jake wanted to see you .But you did it for him . Taking off the hood from your head you shooted both the gaurds right on the head who were interrogating your little brother . He ran to you and you looked straight on the camera caressing his hair , showing the middle finger knowing who was sitting behind it making the bodyguards gasp as to how you knew as it was placed really secretly . Jake was amazed by your skills but more amazed by your beauty and courage . Guess next time it will be you getting kidnaped .

.꒷꒦. SUNGHOON .꒷꒦.

He was in a clothes shop with his bodyguards to buy some new clothes because his were all ruined by the blood from today's mission . He was in the shop with another guy who looked like he was waiting for someone Infront of the changing room . He was selecting some clothes when he heard "tadaaaa" . Being curious he turned around and was met by a breathtaking sight . There you stood with a pink dress , it fitting you perfectly making it look as if it was made just for you . The guy Infront of you exclaimed " babe you look so gorgeous , do you like it ?" Oh so he was your boyfriend "Offcourse I like it , its great for the occation . Let's get this" you looked so adorable while saying this that he had to fight the urge to scoop you in his arms ."haha let's go y/n , you gotta choose my suit too" you smiled "we'll be the best looking couple in her wedding" your boyfriend looked at you with hearts in his eyes which Sunghoon would make sure looked dead enough to satisfy him. Sunghoon knew he was getting obsessed with you but that's just great . You'll only be with him and no one else .

.꒷꒦. SUNOO .꒷꒦.

He was waiting for his friend in a restraunt who said he had some information for him . While going through the menu he heard some guy shouting at a waiter . He looked back two tables to see the commotion . The guy who was shouting was trying to calm down by the help of the girl who probably was girlfriend seeing by the way she was holding him . The guy stated "you try to flirt with her again and I'll show you how to get a ride to hell , get it ? I already told you she is my girlfriend " his words were confirmed . "Babe it's okay let's just eat , alright ?" The girl said and told the waiter to go away . The guy had called the manager to tell him to change the waiter . Whats the big deal with it was what sunoo thought but he knew why the guy was so angry when he saw you . You looked so cute and anyone would want you . Even him . No wonder the waiter flirted but he frowned when he remembered that the guy was your boyfriend . "Who cares" he said smiling telling his bodyguard to get all your information while he planned how to get rid of your boyfriend till his friend came .

.꒷꒦. JUNGWON .꒷꒦.

He just entered a random cafe after he was finished with his mission . He was exhausted and couldn't be bothered by what he was having. He just wanted to eat something and drink coffee . He ordered two chocolate waffles and a latte . He was waiting for his food when he heard a slap sound . He saw where the sound came from and saw two girls and a guy standing in the next table . Looks like it was an argument as one of the girls had just slapped the guy so hard that his face was facing the other direction . Other one was sobbing but tried to stop whosoever was standing there all angry . The girl held the guys collar and yanked him two times . "You motherfucker , I told you to not play with her and you show up with your cheating ass back here when she already told you that you are getting no chances . Stop forcing her or the next time you will lying dead right here " she was raging . Her friend kept a hand on her shoulder after wiping her tears . "Stop it y/n , you shouldn't waste your time on this jerk . Let's go to some other cafe , I'll treat you something " upon hearing it the y/n girl smiled before pushing the guy making way for them to leave as if all this never happened . Jungwon got a look at her and Al he could say was , 'she is perfect' . He knew you both would be the greatest couple . You were gonna be his within a week .

.꒷꒦. NIKI .꒷꒦.

Sunoo had brought him to the clinic after he had a fight with his rival in the school ground . He was too cocky and stated he would take niki's gang down . Niki just showed him that he can't even take him down let alone his whole mafia group . They fought and Niki had several small bruises . Some on his face and some in the upper body but he wasn't in pain . He was satisfied with the fact that his rival looked lifeless after he beat him up just a little . He was forced to treat it because of sunoo so there they were . When a nurse was treating him , he saw you entering with a bruised girl held up by her collar . He knew you . You were the girl everyone feared same way everyone feared him . But this would be his first time seeing you . You looked like a model . Giving no fucks about the girl , you pushed her to a bed and she hissed . You called the nurse . "Treat her " the nurse asked you "what was it this time " you gave her a knowing look saying "this bitch thought its funny if she ruined my locker " Niki looked at the girl seeing how she was the new girl who wouldn't leave him . Ah so nice was what came into his mind . He definitely liked you and was going to get you soon . Be ready y/n , he smirked .

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plutominho · 2 years

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start of something new || han

✧ WRITTEN BY: galaxy

✧ GENRE: college au, new year’s eve au, strangers to lovers/love interests, fluff

✧ PAIRING: han x reader

✧ SUMMARY: this is quite literally your and jisung’s disney channel moment

✧ WORD COUNT: 4.1k

✧ NOTES/WARNINGS: mild language + very brief mention of alcohol. confident!reader has pipes that the writer can only dream of. jisung is a fratboy that gets easily (and adorably) shy. speaking of fratboys, wingman! + fratboy!felix knows how to make a party interesting (max and i have this headcanon that jisung and felix are both fratboys but in different fonts and this fic basically fueled that agenda). short appearance of bestfriend!ryujin. yes this imagine was inspired by a certain iconic ‘00s disney movie, yes i was a disney kid, and yes i royally fucked up my sleep schedule for the sake of writing this imagine so pls don’t let it flop :/

HAPPY NEW YEAR BESTIES!! i hope y’all like this imagine and have a happy 2022 💖💫

on an unrelated note i literally bought the song used in this imagine and had it on repeat every night till 3-3:30 a.m. for the past four nights to write this can u tell i’ve lost my mind

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you let out a shaky breath, shivering lightly as you leaned against the railing and admired the city lights. the ski lodge that your university’s student body had rented out for the annual new year’s party was absolutely gorgeous. the main rooms inside looked like something out of a movie, and the back area outside where you stood featured hot tubs, as well as a breathtaking view of the city that stood miles away from the venue. definitely worth the $80 fee to rsvp a spot for the trip.

you looked around you, and it seemed like you were the only one outside. a group of boys had come out to grab food from the grill earlier, so you only assumed they went inside.

after a minute, you decided to do the same, entering the ski lodge through the glass door and shutting it behind you. you figured you could find something interesting inside. after all, you were here for a good time. it’d be a waste not to seek it while you could.

as you stepped in, you found yourself back in the common room, the largest room in the resort, where the majority of the other students on the trip were gathered. most of the people formed a crowd around the middle of the room, eating and chatting amongst themselves as music blasted from the surround speakers.

at the center of the room was a small karaoke stage, right in front of a vacant dj stand. you watched a girl standing upon the karaoke stage, slurring the lyrics to “all i want for christmas is you” off-key into the mic as you navigated your way to the front of the crowd. you bit your lip to hold back a grimace; the university had banned alcohol from the party due to some students being underage, and it was painfully obvious she had snuck some in anyway.

what caught your attention the most, however, was someone else singing the same song. a male voice carried amongst the chatter, and you could still hear it from your spot towards the left of the stage. he was singing circles around the girl with the mic. and god was he loud.

“he’s good, isn’t he?”

you turned your head to the freckled, blonde boy who had asked you the question. you recognized him from around campus; you had heard from your best friend, ryujin, who was also at the party but catching up with other friends, that he was an officer of the student body as well as a fraternity member, so you always saw him at campus events. looking at his white hoodie with the university logo on the upper right corner, you figured he was one of the students in charge of the ski lodge party—you had seen several other people donning the same hoodie, so it made sense.

you glanced at the general direction of the singing boy before nodding at the blonde. “oh, yeah.”

“you know,” he motioned for you to lean closer, “he’s enjoying himself an awful lot for someone who didn’t want to be here.”

you let out a chuckle. “you’re kidding, right?”

“nope,” he said, popping the p.

“well… maybe he did want to come, but just needed convincing? it’s not everyday you see a frat boy at a student gov event.”

“i mean, maybe. or maybe i’m just a god at peer pressure.”

you shook your head as the two of you laughed. was that foul of him? sure. but was it genius? absolutely. you liked him already.

you heard a few claps as the drunk girl finished the song, dramatically bowing before stepping offstage. the blonde boy lightly placed his hand on your shoulder, taking his cue to leave and telling you to enjoy the party.

you watched him slip into the crowd, and before you knew it, he was at the center of the small stage.

“alright, let’s give it up for her, everyone!” he spoke into the mic, prompting another round of applause. “who’s up next?”

the crowd murmured softly, everyone trying to convince their friends to volunteer, but to no avail. eventually, all the chatter died down as everyone began looking around, wondering who would take the bait.

the blonde sighed a little, clicking his tongue a few times and shaking his head. “come on guys,” he said. “we were doing so well, what happened?”

still nothing. not a single word from the crowd.

he huffed a little, laughing softly into the mic as he tried one more time. “come onnnn guysss, or i’ll start volunteering people myself.”

the crowd froze. no one dared to make a move in fear of being singled out. the room was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop.

you pursed your lips as your eyes darted around the room. not even the loud boy was in sight to save everyone’s ass. shrugging, you hesitated for another moment before raising your hand. you were here for a good time, so why not?

“i’ll go.”

several heads turned your direction, and you saw people trying to follow the sound of your voice, scanning the crowd.

the freckled, blonde boy saw you, and he smiled warmly from ear to ear. as you made your way onstage and grabbed a mic, he mouthed a ‘thank you’ to which you just smiled and nodded your head.

“alright, that’s what i’m talking about!” he said, letting out a whoop.

you chuckled a little, looking at the corner of the room for a moment.

“and you know,” he added, prompting you to look back at him. “since you were kind enough to volunteer—what’s your name?”

“y/n.”

“y/n,” the blonde repeated before continuing. “since you were kind enough to volunteer, y/n, i’ll give you a duet partner! if you’re okay with that, of course.”

you smiled and nodded, going along. “that would be great, thank you!”

“alright!” he chirped. “now let’s see…”

the boy ran a hand through his hair as he scanned the crowd. you glanced at the crowd, too, for a second, before turning your head to look at him again, and you got front row seats as an evil smirk slowly creeped on his face. you especially took note of the cocky chuckle he did, as if he was imagining all the things that could go wrong.

what was he planning?

“jisung! get up here!”

he pointed into the crowd, and you followed his finger, which was clearly set on a specific person. your gaze landed on a brunette boy in a leather jacket over an off-yellow hoodie (with skinny jeans to complete the look), who you assumed was jisung by the look on his face.

the brunette’s face displayed a look of utter betrayal, and you couldn’t help but laugh at his expression.

“FELIX I THOUGHT WE HAD A DEAL, C’MON!”

you looked back at the blonde—felix—whose evil grin hadn’t left his face. “i know, but i never said i wouldn’t make you sing!”

“BRO I DON’T SING.”

even without a microphone, the brunette’s voice was loud enough for everyone to hear. the poor people standing around him, you thought to yourself as you watched with a smile.

“well, that seems like a you problem!” the blonde turned back to you, motioning for you to come with him to the dj stand, where the song catalog was. “anyway, y/n, what would you like to sing?”

“I DON’T EVEN GET TO CHOOSE THE SONG I’M SINGING?!”

“well, you didn’t seem very invested in this when i called on you so… no.” felix chuckled before moving the mic away from his mouth and looking over your shoulder at the song catalog. you mouthed to him, asking if jisung was the boy he was talking about a few minutes ago, which he confirmed with a nod.

meanwhile, jisung continued his protests, which were only ignored by the both of you.

“he said you looked good when you came in earlier, by the way,” felix deadpanned.

“WHAT.”

your head whipped around, but you were only met by the back of felix’s head as he had gone back to entertaining the crowd (and jisung’s complaints) at the karaoke stage.

you turned back around, shaking the thought from your mind as you continued browsing songs for duets. you found one you liked and went back to the karaoke stage to show felix your pick.

“what about this one?”

felix turned around, before looking at the song you were pointing to. “a bit cliche, don’t you think?”

you shrugged. “he just sang his heart out to ‘all i want for christmas’, i think he’ll enjoy this.”

by this point, the brunette had scurried up to the stage to grab a mic, stopping at the front edge of the stage just in time to hear your last comment. it was enough to make his ears turn red in embarrassment, which you noticed with a smile.

“oh, no no, you did great, baby! i wasn’t making fun of you.” you reassured jisung with a wink as you made your way to the karaoke machine.

he turned his head, following your motion from his spot as he ran his hands through his hair. “oh, i know i did great, thank you.”

you gave the boy a look as if to say, ‘really?’ to which he shrugged cockily. but you could see in his face that he was embarrassed, nevermind the rosy tint on his cheeks. your eyes lingered on him for a few more seconds before turning back around. you couldn’t help but be endeared by the way he reacted to your taunts, as much as you hated to admit it.

you called felix over for help with the machine, to which he gladly came over again. as he helped you select the song, he turned to jisung. “hey, ji, i think you’re gonna need this,” he spoke into his mic before tossing it to the brunette.

jisung fumbled with the mic, barely able to catch it which made you and felix snicker to yourselves. his confident yet embarrassed demeanor piqued your interest, and boy were you going to have some fun with it.

not giving him any time to react, you started the song, and the first beats of “start of something new” filled the room.

“high school musical?!”

“what, you scared of some disney channel?” you teased into the mic, a confident smile on your face.

“I TOLD YOU YOU WOULDN’T REGRET THIS!” you recognized the now distant voice of felix, who had to yell from his spot in the crowd as he had given his mic to the boy standing offstage.

“i don’t deserve this—” jisung groaned.

you watched the brunette in amusement, debating whether you should take the first lines of the song. with how much he was rambling complaints into his microphone, it looked like you were going to end up doing troy’s part.

after a few beats, the cue started, and so did you. “🎵living in—🎵”

“🎵living in my own world~🎵” jisung started before you could finish, cutting the note short so he could throw in a pointed comment at his friend. “FUCK YOU FELIX! 🎵didn’t understand~🎵”

you stopped singing and let him have the solo, laughing with the crowd at his sudden change of demeanor.

“🎵that anything can happen~ when you take a chance~🎵” he continued, and you couldn’t help but watch him in amusement, your mouth slightly agape. he was good, really good. and he knew it too. you could tell by the way he stood and the way he sang into the mic that this wasn’t his first rodeo.

but it wasn’t yours either.

“🎵 i never believed in what i couldn’t see~🎵” you sang gabriella’s part, slowly making your way to center stage. you felt everyone’s eyes on you, especially jisung’s. “🎵i never opened my heart~🎵”

“🎵oh~🎵” jisung chimed in.

“🎵to all the possibilities…🎵”

you glanced briefly at felix, whose jaw was dropped in astonishment, and he was frozen in place. but he caught your eye, which snapped him out of his trance. a slow smile spread across his face, and his eyes lit up. you both knew you had the crowd at your feet, and you were going to take advantage of every second of it.

you turned back to the crowd, a playful, confident grin on your face. “🎵ooh~🎵”

this was going to be fun.

“🎵i know...🎵” you sang, jisung harmonizing with you before you sang the next line by yourself, “🎵that something has changed…🎵”

“🎵never felt this way~🎵” jisung harmonized with you again.

you locked eyes with the brunette as you sang the next line. “🎵and right here tonight…🎵”

“🎵this could be the start of something new~🎵”

you began the chorus together, your voices blending perfectly. you followed his movement as he slowly made his way to you and he attempted to hoist himself onto the stage, despite the stairs being a few feet away from him.

“🎵it feels so right to be here with you, oh~🎵”

you continued singing together as you went to help him onto the stage, extending out your free hand for him to take as you rolled your eyes.

“🎵and now, looking in your eyes,🎵” you sang, pulling him up, “🎵i feel in my heart~🎵”

“🎵feel in my heart~🎵” jisung ad-libbed.

“🎵the start of something new~🎵” you two finished the chorus.

if you had blinked you would’ve missed him flashing his eyebrows at you. “🎵oh... yeah~🎵”

for the first time during the song, you were finally able to see jisung up close. you had no clue what you had set off in this boy within the past three minutes, but what you did know—from the confident gleam in his eyes—was that you had a lot more coming your way.

and were you right. the whole second verse couldn’t have gone by faster, and it all seemed like a blur.

the only memories of the second verse you remembered were coy looks from across the stage, stolen glances, and jisung taking your hand to spin you around once playfully.

the adrenaline rushing through your veins certainly didn’t help matters; you couldn’t focus on anything except the boy in front of you. the crowd seemed to disappear, and you were having the time of your life.

you began to move to center stage as you neared the bridge of the song, jisung right behind you as you closed out the second chorus.

“🎵the start of something new~🎵” you sang as you felt him take your hand. the light pull on your arm as you took another step prompted you to turn around, and you were so taken aback by the sight in front of you that you let the last note falter.

“🎵i never knew that it could happen till it happened to me~🎵”

you were met with the boy on one knee as he sang his line with his eyes closed, holding your hand in his free one. you felt your breath hitch in your throat and you froze, your other arm dropping to your side. you hoped to god that whenever he’d look up, he wouldn’t notice the blush slowly creeping onto your face.

jisung finally opened his eyes and looked up at you, immediately softening when he saw your state. he got so into his part, he didn’t realize just how tensed up your hand felt in his.

he stayed quiet for a beat, missing troy’s ad-lib. the climax of the song was coming up and you were about to miss your cue, so he had to think of something quick.

he decided to cover you, singing your line as he gave your hand a gentle squeeze.

“🎵i didn’t know it before, but now…🎵”

it was just enough to get you back on track, and you joined in time to hit the high note as he switched to the harmony.

“🎵now it’s easy to see, ohh~!🎵” you two sang together, jisung squeezing your hand one more time.

jisung gave you a small smile, and you smiled back, gently squeezing his hand as a ‘thank you’ before letting go and dropping your hand.

your slight falter didn’t faze you, and you were able to sing the final chorus without a hitch. jisung’s attempts at flirting with you couldn’t have landed farther from his goal. whether it was singing up close to you, or looking at you for just a little too long, you kept yourself focused as you came back to center stage, him following you like a stray puppy.

out of all the strangers you had sung karaoke with, jisung was the most fun partner you’ve ever had. he seemed to pick up on all your cues, and was able to bounce off all of your gestures with one of his own.

oh, what you would’ve given for this moment to go on forever. but alas, all good things must come to an end, and you two naturally made your way back to the center of the stage as you wrapped up the song.

“🎵and now, looking in your eyes~🎵” you both sang, giving it your all as you stepped closer to each other.

“🎵i feel in my heart~🎵” you took one more step towards jisung, gazing into his eyes.

“🎵feel in my heart~🎵” jisung ad-libbed once more, smiling at you sweetly.

“🎵the start of something new~🎵”

you smiled back at the boy, your heart pounding out of your chest as one final burst of adrenaline shot through you.

“🎵the start of something new~🎵”

jisung took your free hand in this, spinning you, making you laugh to yourself. when you turned back to face him, he locked eyes with you briefly before leaning you backwards into a dip, resting one hand on the small of your back, the other still around his mic.

you reached up your free hand to support yourself, gently wrapping it around the back of his neck as the two of you finished the song.

“🎵the start of something new.🎵”

you could barely hear cheers erupt from the crowd as you found jisung’s eyes and held his gaze. your heart pounded in your chest as you caught your breath, the adrenaline in your body finally calming down.

jisung held the pose for another moment as he looked into your eyes, and gave you a shy smile. you smiled back, letting out a small laugh as he helped you back up.

as you got back on your feet, you smiled at your partner one more time and took a bow. he did the same, letting out a giggle as the crowd’s cheers grew louder.

you saw felix approach the stage from behind jisung, and you took this as your cue to leave. you waved goodbye to the brunette as you walked down the steps and past felix, high-fiving the beaming blonde before disappearing into the crowd.

you decided to stick around for a bit as felix took the stage. a few people around you noticed you and complimented you, and you smiled and mumbled ‘thank you’s as you watched the boys on stage.

felix lightheartedly poked fun at jisung for a minute, the brunette groaning and covering his face in embarrassment as his friend made comments like “‘bro i don’t sing!’ my ASS”. the crowd let out a laugh and you couldn’t help but do the same, not only out of adoration of jisung’s flustered reactions, but also simply because felix was right.

“bro i don’t sing!” my ass.

after the crowd cheered for you and jisung one more time, you dipped out of the room to grab a water bottle from the kitchen, and in hopes of preparing for the countdown.

you had completely lost track of ryujin at this point, and you had about an hour to kill before midnight. that was still plenty of time to find her, so you just decided to find something else to do.

you spent a good chunk of the time making one more round around the ski resort, and eventually you found yourself back at the common room. you watched a few performances from the back of the crowd, but you couldn’t help but scan the crowd for jisung, hoping you could see him again.

but you didn’t see him, or ryujin, for that matter.

you huffed a little and went outside as a group of three boys took the stage.

you shivered a little, taking in the fresh winter air that nipped at your cheeks. you took a minute to adjust before walking around, looking for any hints of your friend or…

jisung.

out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a boy wearing a black leather over an off-yellow hoodie looking out at the city lights. you turned and smiled to yourself, and made your way over.

“hey.”

the boy turned to you and smiled a little. “oh, hey!”

you smiled back, and stayed quiet for a beat before speaking again.

“so… what was that about you not singing?” you asked, raising a skeptical eyebrow at him.

jisung let out an awkward chuckle at this, and not even the dim lighting outside could hide his blush. “um…” he scratched at the back of his neck, “that’s a really funny question actually.”

you rolled your eyes playfully. cute.

“okay but really,” he said after a minute, and you nodded, prompting him to continue.

“it doesn’t… really fit my frat boy image.”

you let out a laugh at this. it wasn’t the response you were expecting, but it was a fitting one at that.

“i’m serious!” he said before letting out a groan. “i’m gonna be fighting for my life in the group chat, and you’re laughing!”

you laughed again before nodding along. “you know what, so will i.”

jisung chuckled lightly, looking down as he shook his head. “you… you don’t have to.”

“but i want to.”

there was a comfortable silence that lingered between the two of you as your laughs died down. you found yourself staring into his eyes, a warm brown in the cold winter night, and you gave him a small smile. he smiled back and looked back down at the ground as he blushed again.

cute.

“oh my god, you guys did so good!”

you were snapped out of your daze by the sound of your friend’s voice, and you turned around to see her quickly walking towards the two of you. you were slightly disappointed that you had been interrupted, but hid it with a smile as you thanked her.

“hi, jisung, i’m ryujin.” she briefly introduced herself as jisung nodded politely. “anyway, you two had the best chemistry. i swear to god at least two people out there might think you’re a couple.”

she looked at you suggestively to which you rolled your eyes and fixed your hair to cover your ears, which you knew would turn red.

you exchanged an awkward glance with jisung, who gave you a shy smile.

ryujin laughed at your flustered states. “i’m kidding, i’m kidding… kind of. anyway, the countdown’s in like five minutes, so we gotta go!”

you were surprised, completely having lost track of time. ryujin grabbed your hand and began to pull you away before you stopped and dropped her hand.

grabbing a napkin from a table nearby, you took a spare pen on one of the tables and scribbled down your number.

you turned to jisung, and cradled one of his hands in yours, turning his palm upwards.

“i think you’re gonna want this.”

you placed the piece of paper in his hand before closing it with your other hand, keeping his hand in yours for just a bit longer.

“don’t lose it. call me next year so we can do this again, yeah?”

you took ryujin’s still extended hand, sending him a wink before turning around and disappearing into the crowd.

the whole countdown your mind never stopped thinking about jisung. from the second by second countdown, to the celebratory hugs, and even as you greeted everyone around you a happy new year, you wished you could’ve spent the occasion with the boy you just met.

it hadn’t been a minute after the countdown when you felt your phone vibrate repeatedly in your pocket. you excused yourself, finding a quieter spot in the resort to check who was calling you.

the number wasn’t one you recognized, but you knew who it was right away.

“hello?” you answered, bringing the receiver up to your ear, and you couldn’t help but smile once you heard the voice at the other end of the line.

“happy new year, y/n.”

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navegandoaciegas · 3 years

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!reader (College AU)

Warnings: smut, ass fingering, orgasm denial, humiliation, lots of talks about panties.

Summary: You catch Bucky trying to steal your panties on laundry day.

A/N: this is partly @buckycuddlebuddy ‘s fault tbh. Enjoy some desperate, horny Bucky. Minors DNI.

The timer on the dryer unit you’d occupied went off, signaling that your weekly load of laundry was dry and ready. Bucky cast a nervous glance around the eerily empty room, fingers twitching in the front pocket of his hoodie.

He knew it was wrong, but his laundry was done too (just a coincidence, really, not like he’d wake up at 3 am on a Monday because he knew you did your washing around that time), and you weren’t there yet. You usually retrieved your load in the morning anyways.

Just a peek, he reasoned. Out of curiosity. You wouldn’t even realize they were missing, and if you did you’d chalk it up to the washing machine eating your clothes.

You’d show up to class on Tuesday and sit next to him while he’d be wearing your pretty lace panties and you’d be none the wiser.

Fuck, he was getting hard just thinking about it.

He dug in your laundry, sifting through mascara stained washcloths and an endless amount of oversized t-shirts, until he found what he’d been looking for.

Small, so tiny in fact that he wondered how your lips could fit in them. He groaned -the idea of your pussy hanging out of the material made his cock twitch, and brought the panties to his face, rubbing his nose all over the lace. He’d fantasized of burying his face between your legs all semester long, and this seemed close enough, the closest he could get to you anyways.

They seemed stretchy, and he hoped he could manage to stuff himself inside them.

“Didn’t peg you for a panty sniffer, Barnes.”

The world stilled around him, the ring in his ears so loud that he wondered if you could hear it too.

He was so engrossed in his creeping, that he hadn’t heard the door open and click shut, nor your steps as you walked behind him, or the slight groan that the washing machine behind him emitted when you settled on it, swinging your legs.

Slowly, he turned around, your lace panties still tightly clutched to his chest.

You almost chuckled at the sight of his bulging eyes and gaping mouth. Almost.

“That- it’s not- not how it looks like- I-”

“What, you were gonna fold my laundry for me? How considerate,” you sneered, but the look on your face was far from disgust.

Derision, sure, but not disgust. The mischievous interest in your eyes sent chills down his spine, not necessarily the good kind.

He felt dread settle in his stomach, anticipating whatever consequence his actions would have.

“You do this often?” you asked, tilting your head to the side, naked legs still swinging over the washing machine.

Bucky couldn’t find the words, and honestly the gall, to speak, so he just shook his head vehemently, shuffling on his feet.

“Hm, you like sniffing ‘em?”

He remained unmoving, too humiliated to do anything.

“Oh, I got it,” you beamed, pointing a finger at him and squinting your eyes, “You like touching yourself with pretty panties, hm? Like using them to fuck your dick, and cum all over ‘em?”

He wanted to answer, tell you to fuck off and sprint away to hide in his dorm for the rest of his life, but honestly he deserved this and so much worse. He almost considered dropping out of college entirely, but that glint in your eyes kept him anchored to the ground.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, keeping his gaze on his white sneakers, “I-, I promise, I never done it before, I don’t know why-, look I won’t do it again, I swear,” he pleaded, tears pooling in his crystal eyes and threatening to stream down his face.

You cooed, honest to God coeed, a mocking pout on your lips.

You should have left, and reported him, but those pretty tears of his, the tremble in his voice, the stuttered pleas, only served to spur you on, a familiar warmth building up in your core.

“I bet if word got out of this, no one would want to hang around the resident creep anymore. Good luck getting girls then. Although, well, I don’t think you get too many under normal circumstances, do you?” you snorted, “That would be embarrassing, hm? Wouldn’t want that, would you?”

He found himself shaking his head, trying to swallow the lump in his throat to avoid giving you any more reason to mock him.

“It’s your lucky day then, because I have no intention to tell anyone,” you announced, stepping down to lean against the machine, arms crossed over your stomach.

“You- you don’t?” he wondered.

The notion should have elated him, but he felt himself growing more uneasy and confused with the smirk on your face.

“Won’t tell anyone if you don’t. Cross my heart,” you laughed, making a show of placing a hand on your chest.

He eyed you suspiciously. “Why?”

“Where’s the fun in that, Barnes? I wouldn’t enjoy bullying you if I’m not the only one doing it,” you chirped, “That doesn’t mean that my forgiveness should come for free, tho.”

His breath hitched, and you followed his Adam’s apple as it bobbed up and down his throat.

You could feel the control in your grasp, panties getting wetter with each one of his tears.

“I’ll do anything,” he swore, and you almost wished he’d fall on his knees and beg.

“Anything you say, huh?” you paused, “Strip,” you commanded, leaning back against the washing machine.

Bucky furrowed his brows and looked up in confusion, then disbelief, finally embarrassment. “Wh- what? But, but what if someone sees, I-”

“Then you better hurry.”

“But I-”

“You fuckin’ heard me the first time.”

He was startled into action, hands hastily pulling at his hoodie and jeans until he was standing in nothing but socks and underwear.

“I’m not gonna repeat myself again.”

He gulped visibly, and hesitated before hooking his fingers around the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down his legs.

He blushed harder, ducking his head.

His cock sprung out of his boxers, and the mouthwatering sight of it had you reconsidering Bucky Barnes and all your life choices during this semester.

He was glistening in pre cum, painfully hard and veiny, and definitely thick enough that fitting it inside your cunt would be hard work on both parts. You imagined taking him in your mouth, how you would definitely choke around his girth, and your jaw would be sore for days.

Not today, though. Bad boys did not get that kind of privilege.

You bit your lips, and Bucky fought the impulse to squirm under your intense gaze.

“Something wrong?” he rasped out, praying for the ground to open up and swallow him whole in case you found him too small, too crooked, too hairy.

You snorted, eyebrows raised skeptically. “Yeah, babe, the fact that I haven’t seen you naked before. You been hiding all this,” you eyed his crotch suggestively, “from me all this time?”

“T- thanks,” he stuttered, offering you a small smile, eyes trained on the ground. He tried to ignore the way his heart fluttered when you called him an endearing term, reminding himself that this was all a game to you, a game that he was more than willing to play if it ended up with his cock buried deep inside you.

You sighed then, pondering your thoughts. He was not your usual type, but he was cute in a nerdy way, shy and quiet, and he was packing more than any other man you’d had before.

Plus, this was way too entertaining for you to pass up.

“Wear ‘em.”

Bucky’s head snapped up at the command, but this time he did not hesitate to follow your instructions, a bit too eager as he slid the panties up his thighs.

The shutter of your phone’s camera brought him out of his thoughts, and his eyes widened in horror when he saw you take pictures of him. He trusted you wouldn’t spread them around, but the thrill of danger had him leak more pre cum, wetting a patch on the lace.

“So that’s your deal? You like wearing panties? Didn’t even try to act like you didn’t want to,” you snickered, “What a whore.”

The situation couldn’t get more humiliating, and he couldn’t get more desperate for you.

“Be a good boy, Bucky. Fold the laundry for me, since that’s clearly what you meant to do,” you laughed scornfully, nodding to the basket at your feet.

He walked to you slowly, bending over to pick it up, and yelped when you slapped his ass harshly, the sound bouncing off the walls and shooting straight to his aching cock.

“Cute. Now go, you got something to do and I don’t have all night.”

He sighed, and got to work, unloading each item from the dryer, and folding it neatly.

You eyed the lines of his back, the round globes of his ass, the string of your thong dipping between his cheeks. You almost lost yourself imagining how pretty he would look all scratched and marked before you furrowed your brows, observing the way he folded on of your nicer shirts that you wore on interviews and internships.

“Can’t even fold laundry, look at you,” you tsked, shaking your head, “Try that again, I don’t want to spend more than necessary ironing it.”

He obeyed, without any protest, smoothing the creases he’d created, and continuing with your load, until the dryer was empty and you were satisfied.

“Good job, baby boy,” you praised, beckoning him over.

He got closer, close enough that you could feel the heat emanating from his body. He looked so pretty like that, all teary and obedient.

You wanted to make him yours and ruin him for everybody else.

“You’re a fuckin’ pervert, you know that? A creep and a pervert.”

You saw the way his cock twitched behind your lace at the words, and almost doubled over in laughter.

The night couldn’t get any better.

“Fuck, you really are a pervert. This what you get off to? You imagine me calling you names, degrading you like the bitch you are? You want to be humiliated, don’t you?”

A desperate, pathetic whine escaped his throat, and he felt his knees growing weak with need. He was naked in a public space where everyone could see him, being belittled and humiliated by the girl he’d been pining over, and he was hard as a rock, getting off every word that spilled out of your mouth.

“Well,” you purred, fisting the hair at the back of his neck and tugging harshly, “I think we can arrange that.”

“Yes, yes, please, I want it,” he whimpered, chest heaving, “I want you, I’m your slut, I-, you can do whatever you want to me.”

You almost moaned then, intoxicated by his burning desire.

“Good boy,” you hummed, releasing his hair to stroke his cheekbone, smiling at the way he leaned his head against your palm, letting his eyes flutter shut.

“Remember you can tell me to stop or slow down whenever you want, and I will. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to,” you added more serious, observing his face for any trace of anything but enthusiasm.

When you found none, and he nodded feverishly, you let your hand fall from his cheek to his shoulder, tracing the outlines of his lean muscle.

“Can- can you kiss me, please?” he asked, and he begged so prettily that you could do nothing but humor him, crashing your lips against his.

It was messy, rough. He was sloppy, and from the way he moved against you, you guessed he didn’t have too much experience.

Better, you reasoned. You’d teach him all he needed to know to please you, and you only.

You bit on his bottom lip, and Bucky yelped in surprise, parting his lips.

He tasted like mint on your tongue, and you sighed in content, letting your hands travel down his sides, barely grazing his skin, scratching the hair on his belly.

He shuddered under your touch, goosebumps erupting in your wake.

When you reached his lower stomach, you felt him tense, his breathing getting harder, his tongue more insistent.

He was drooling and crying, you realized, as he snapped his hips against your leg, humping you like a dog.

You broke away from the kiss, catching your breath.

“Look at you, you gettin’ real worked up and I barely even touched you. What are you, a fuckin’ virgin?” you chuckled, playing with the little bow on the front of your panties.

You’d expected him to laugh, or deny, but he just stood there awkwardly, avoiding your gaze,

“I’m not,” he grumbled, avoiding your gaze.

“Then why are you acting like one?” you prodded, but didn’t wait for him to answer, claiming his mouth in a searing kiss.

His hesitant hands groped your breasts, finally gaining the confidence to do more than linger awkwardly on your hips. He twirled your stiff nipples, rubbing his thumbs over them, movements getting more frenzied the closer he got to his release.

He crouched awkwardly to be at your chest level while still pressing his hips onto you, and tugged your loose tank top down, moaning at the sight of your tits.

“Go on baby, suck on my tits.”

He didn’t need any more encouragement to assault your nipples, latching his mouth onto one of them, and suckling. You wondered if he’d ever even touched a pair of boobs before, but his ministrations were working either way, making your walls clamp down on nothing.

You finally grasped him in your hand, his cock heavy and throbbing in your palm as you stroked him lazily, spurred on by his little whimpers.

His whole body quivered when you ran your thumb over his slit, and you marvelled at his sensitivity.

“You like it when I touch you like this, baby?” you moaned in his ear, “I bet you do, I bet you could cum already just from this. Just a handjob, like the pathetic little boy you are, hm?”

He released your tits with a wet pop, and rose to full height again, resting his forehead on yours.

“Yes, yes, please,” he sobbed, “please, princess, more.”

You complied, doubling your efforts. He inhaled sharply when you added your other hand and began twisting both your wrists in opposite directions.

“You want your princess to suck your dick, baby? Want me to get on my knees and take you in my mouth?”

He nodded against you, grinding his hard cock against your hand, desperate to chase his release.

“Or maybe you want your princess’ pretty pussy? You want to fill me with your fat cock and stuff me full of your filthy cum, don’t you?”

He began blabbering, breathing harder, sloppily snapping his hips. He had a look of pure bliss on his face, his eyes shut tightly, mouth hung open and a layer of sweat coating his forehead.

You could feel him grow and throb in your hand, and just before he was about to reach his high, you stopped your hands.

His eyes shot open and he opened and closed his mouth to protest, but you gave him no time, fisting his hair and slamming him against the washer, bending him over the cold surface.

“What, you thought I’d catch you stealing my panties and I’d let that go?” you tutted, bending over him, pressing your front to his back, whispering in his ear “Bad boys need to be punished, don’t you agree?”

A choking sound escaped his parted lips, and you giggled against his skin, licking a strip behind his neck.

You let your hands wander down the expanse of his back, settling on the waistband of your panties. You indulged yourself again, slapping his ass because you liked how it jiggled and how Bucky whined.

“You have a nice ass, you know,” you mused, slouching back to get a good vision of it, “You ever had anyone stick anything up there?”

“W-what?” he sputtered, crooning his head to look at you, “N-no, never.”

“Cute.”

He squirmed in embarrassment when you spread his cheeks, groaning when he felt your spit drip down on him. You massaged a finger around his rim, your hand coated in your spit and his pre cum.

“Relax, I’ll make you feel really good, promise.”

You gradually felt his muscles relax under your touch as you soothingly ran a hand down his back and kept whispering calming, sweet nothings in his ear.

Then, you dipped a finger past the rim.

“See, not that bad, huh?” you smiled, working your finger inside him, caressing his walls.

You nipped the skin of his back, peppering his muscles with fluttering kisses, grazing your teeth over his column.

You dipped another in, and Bucky hissed, wiggling his legs.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you shushed him, “You’re doing so good for me, baby.”

He preened under your praise, and you began scissoring your fingers inside his ass, working him open and looking for the spot you knew would make him beg for more.

The heat between your legs was almost unbearable, your pussy desperate to be stuffed full of his cock.

You loved how pliant Bucky was being, obedient and submissive in your grasp. You noticed the tears that hadn’t stopped streaming down his face, and huffed a laugh.

“A pervert, a slut, and a fuckin’ crybaby, aren’t you?” you mumbled, a genuine smile tugging at your lips.

“Fuck, oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted, holding onto the washing machine for dear life, tongue lolling out of his mouth, drool dripping down his chin, making it known that you’d found what you’d been looking for.

“Yes, fuck, please princess, gimme more,” he begged, overwhelmed with a pleasure like he’d never experienced before.

He felt like a fire had been lit in his lower belly, and it was spreading to every limb, encompassing him whole.

You grasped his cock in one of your hands while your fingers kept pummeling into his ass, feeling the rim clench around you and his cock pulsate.

You thought you could cum from his beautiful sounds alone, and you kept going until you were sure he was on the verge of a mind shattering orgasm.

Then, you stopped again, and this time Bucky sobbed, blabbering and wailing, begging you.

“Please princess, I’ll do anything, just please let me cum, please, please,” he continued, shamelessly bucking his hips against nothing.

You released his cock and pulled your fingers out of his ass, cleaning the fluids against his panties.

“You’re so fuckin’ pathetic, begging like that,” you mocked him, retrieving your phone from the pocket of your shorts.

You snapped a couple of photos of him bent over the washing machine, pent up and debauched. His balls hung from the lace of your panties, and you made sure to zero on his tear stained face.

“So pretty, my pretty crybaby,” you cooed, helping him stand up again.

He fell on his knees, clutching the hem of your t-shirt.

“Please, you can’t leave me like this, I-, please,” he blabbered.

You committed the image to memory, knowing you’d see it again soon.

You could see it in his eyes how hooked he was to you.

“Baby, bad boys don’t get to cum, do they? You can’t go around stealing people’s laundry,” you tutted, lightly slapping his cheek, “You deserve some punishment, don’t you agree?”

He hesitantly nodded, slumping down on his shins. You grasped his chin, tilting his head up to meet his gaze.

“You got to bed now, no touching, and I’ll see you tomorrow. I’ll know if you disobeyed, and trust me, you don’t want to know what’s gonna happen if you did.”

You smiled, and took a few steps back to retrieve your basket, leaving him to catch his breath on the floor.

“See you tomorrow at 4 pm, you know where my dorm is,” you chirped despite your own neglected arousal, sauntering to the door, “Get dressed before someone comes in, you wouldn’t want to see how much of a pervert you are, right?”

He shook his head, agreeing with you despite the sobs that silently shook through his body.

“Good boy,” you purred, hand twisting the knob. You paused, and threw him a look over yourself, “Oh, and thank you for the laundry.”

I hope you liked this! Please leave some feedback if you can! ❤️

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taeyongdoyoung · 3 years

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summary: as someone who’s been tormented for being a nerd, you’ve never viewed your friendly teasing towards your best friend seonghwa as bullying. but that is until he completely changes his style and image in school, confronting you about your past behaviour, so you have no choice but to admit the real reason why you’ve been making fun of him...

pairing: popular boy!seonghwa x nerd!reader

genre: high school!AU (the characters are 18 for the spicy parts huehehe), best friends to fake dating to lovers, angst, romance, smut, fluff

warnings: friendly teasing, clichéd/unrealistic portrayal of high school dynamics, hwa does kabedon on yn like once, seonghwa’s a bit of a tsundere, fake dating, hints of possessiveness, slightly problematic remarks, yn is briefly hwa’s slave?! (no, i will not elaborate), bullying, mean girls, insults, hair-pulling, kicking, death threats, some swearing, self-blame, power play, overuse of pet names (princess, baby, little girl, etc.), sir kink (i won’t apologize lol), begging, yunho being nosy (yes, that’s a warning), mention of hypothetical collars, insecurities, making out, loss of virginities, lots of kissing, soft dom!hwa, eating out, fingering, blowjob, consensual protected sex, dirty talk, praising, aftercare, crying, hurt&comfort, a lot of dorky references (cuz that’s me, after all), jumping off a balcony (don’t try this at home!), happy ending

author’s note: will i ever stop bullying poor hwa’s kermit hoodie? no. jk, i lov him so much, he’s so talented & gorgeous no matter what he wears ;-;

disclaimer: all jokes aside, i do not in any way condone bullying and this work is entirely fictional for entertainment purposes! i’ve been physically and emotionally tormented in school and though i have not talked much about it, i do not wish such an experience to anyone! treating people with kindness is cool and i hope everyone spreads more love! ❤️

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Having been best friends with Seonghwa for four years now (ever since your first year in high school), you couldn’t help but making fun of every little adorable thing he did. And honestly, you admired his patience when it came to putting up with your incessant teasing. Diligently cleaning up everything after him? You’d call him a neat freak. Not being able to drink coffee? You’d call him a teacup loser.

So, when he started wearing that green hoodie of his to school, you couldn’t resist the temptation to call him Kermit the frog. And at first, it all started as a joke. But then the nickname kinda stuck and you just kept addressing him as Kermit, even if he wasn’t wearing the delectable green hoodie. And at one point, you could tell that poor Seonghwa was not a huge fan of the whole thing. But he never called you out on it or told you to stop. He never teased you back for being a hopeless nerd who studied 24/7 and read books for fun. So, you kept going.

Until the summer before your last year in high school arrived. Sadly, Seonghwa was going to be out of the country for the whole vacation. You were going to miss him terribly, you realized. You had become so used to seeing him everyday that you couldn’t imagine how you’d last three months without being able to see his pretty face all the time. You’d occasionally text him memes and ask him what he was up to. But as the summer was coming to an end, his replies became less and less frequent, more and more concise. You kept wondering if you’d done something wrong. It couldn’t be the Kermit thing, you began telling yourself. After all, it was normal to tease your best friend every once in a while. Right?

When the first day of your last year in high school came, you were nervously anticipating the moment when you’d see Seonghwa again. Summer without him had been so boring and you couldn’t wait to hug him again and find a new thing to joke about.

The second you saw him, you instinctively knew there would be no more joking around. Seonghwa practically walked into the school hallway like he owned the place. He’d completely changed his style and overall image. Gone were the dorky hoodies you secretly loved so much. Instead, they were replaced by a black leather jacket. Gone were the casual sweatpants he looked so good in. In their place were dark jeans that made him look kinda dangerous. And the whole confidence with which he carried himself was just totally different.

If you had known that a summer abroad could change a person so much, you would have tried harder at convincing him to stay in the country. On top of it all, he was now hanging out with a bunch of popular a-holes that you had never talked to before. Honestly, you couldn’t even gather the courage to approach your best friend. He looked so distant and unfamiliar that you couldn’t help but feel a little hurt. Especially when you heard him laughing at the cool kids’ jokes. That should have been you...

You remembered when you were the one making him giggle, as if it was a century ago, when in reality it was just a couple of months. You kept sighing during the whole day, not daring to even talk to him. If he wanted to still hang out with you after his sudden “change in status”, he would, you kept convincing yourself. But he didn’t. In fact, he ignored you the whole day, making you feel like shit.

Just as you were leaving the school building in a hurry, mentally prepared for an evening of crying your eyes out and eating ice cream, you felt a hand grabbing you tightly. Turning around, you were surprised to find Seonghwa’s eyes staring back at you.

“Hi, princess,” he greeted you calmly.

“H-hi, S-seonghwa,” you responded dumbly.

“What? No witty comeback?” Seonghwa scoffed, smirking.

“What are you talking about?”

“Aren’t you gonna bully me and call me names again? Kermit? Teacup loser? Neat freak? What’s it gonna be this time?” he spat out, pushing you against the school wall and extending his arms to touch the cold bricks so that you would feel trapped.

“Bully you?” you whispered in disbelief. “H-hwa, I wasn’t...I didn’t m-mean...”

“Oh, yeah?” he mocked your stuttering self. “Then, why did you say all these things, huh?”

“You know why,” you replied.

“No, I don’t. So, tell me right now or I swear, I can make your existence a living hell,” Seonghwa threatened.

“Because I like you, you idiot!” you cried out. “I like you so that’s why I’ve been teasing you. Because if I didn’t, I would have to admit how attractive I find all your habits. How adorable it is when you used to tidy your desk and how sexy you looked in that damned green hoodie. There, I said it. Are you happy now?”

You were so frustrated with the way he ignored you all day only to accuse you of bullying him that you ducked your head swiftly beneath his arm, simultaneously bending your knees, and, thus, successfully escaping from Seonghwa’s ambush.

“Y/N, wait!” he called after you, but you were running too fast and luck was on your side, as the bus arrived at that exact same moment, allowing you to get on it, before he could.

You couldn’t sleep much that night, tormented by the fact Seonghwa had confused your friendly jokes with bullying and how foolishly you’d confessed your feelings for him. You were certain that your affections were unrequited and now that he had this whole new position in the school hierarchy, he would undoubtedly make fun of you for them. You were even considering transferring to another school to avoid the potential embarrassment.

In the morning, no sooner had you finished breakfast in the comfort of your room than you heard loud honks. They were unlike the ones in your dad’s car so you couldn’t help but wonder what jerk had decided to park in front of your house and make your day even worse.

“Sweetie,” your mom informed you a bit after. “Your friend Seonghwa is here. He said he’ll drive you to school today. As promised.”

“He did?” you mumbled in confusion. But maybe because you weren’t ready to talk to your mom yet about what happened yesterday, you lied. “Ah, that’s right, I almost forgot.”

Hurriedly, you grabbed your bag and practically sprinted downstairs. You were curious to see what he wanted. And that’s exactly what you asked the minute you entered his car.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Aw, no good morning for me, princess?” Seonghwa pouted and God, you hated how cute you found him after the way he’d treated you the previous day. “What does it look like I’m doing?” he rolled his eyes, starting the engine. “I’m driving you to school.”

“I can see that. But why?” you hissed.

“Well, someone got up on the wrong side of the bed,” he groaned. “If you’re so insistent on finding out, I’ll tell you. Ever since you told me how you felt yesterday, I’ve been thinking...And I’ve come to the conclusion that you have two options. Option number one is to enjoy your hellish last year of high school. You’ve had your fair share of teasing me so I’m definitely going to enjoy telling everyone about your little crush on me. It’s going to be so much fun to embarrass you in front of the whole school.”

What the fuck was wrong with him? Seonghwa was supposed to be your best friend! Why was he suddenly acting like you were worth less than a dirty rug? Was it possible that he had changed so much in the span of three months? Or was he always like that? Had you been blinded by his good looks? No, that definitely wasn’t the case. Seonghwa was the sweetest guy you’d ever known. How did he get so...cold? Cold enough to chill your bones.

“And what’s option number two?” you grunted, already anticipating the worst.

“So, there’s this annoying girl in our class I want to avoid at all costs. Just because her parents are doing business with mine does not mean I’m into her. Option number two is for us to pretend we’re dating in school. Considering how much you like me, I’m assuming it won’t be very difficult for you to pretend. If you agree, that is.”

What a jerk...You shared your sincere feelings with your best friend and that’s the first thing that crossed his mind? To use you in order to avoid some random girl? If it was any other guy, you would have said no. If you weren’t desperate for even a fraction of Seonghwa’s time and attention, you would have said no. If you weren’t so pathetically whipped for him, you would have said no.

“I’ll do it,” you said. “For how long do you need me to be your fake girlfriend?”

“Just until graduation. Then, we’ll fake break up and each go our separate ways. How does that sound?”

It sounded terrible! You wanted Seonghwa to be a part of your life forever. But with the way he was treating you, you weren’t confident he felt the same way anymore.

“Sounds great,” you lied, because you couldn’t give him the satisfaction of hearing your thoughts. You’d never be perceived as weak again.

The second you walked into school, Seonghwa’s arm wrapped possessively around your shoulder, everyone’s eyes were on you. It was like high-schoolers had no better thing to occupy their time with but to gossip around the latest dating news. If you weren’t enjoying his company so much, you would have found their reactions pathetic. And somewhat unnerving.

“When did you two lovebirds start seeing each other?” one of Seonghwa’s popular friends Yunho asked.

“Oh, you know what they say. A girl and a guy can’t stay just friends for long,” Seonghwa responded.

You internally rolled your eyes. Your best friend before the summer would have never said such a thing. Whatever the reason for his current behaviour was, you would get to the bottom of it. And right now, you felt like going along with this whole fake dating thing was your best chance at unraveling the mystery.

For the first day of your little arrangement, everything seemed to be going fine. Everyone was staring at you two but you didn’t mind. All you cared about was him. However, soon enough Seonghwa started asking you for weird things.

“Carry my bag for me.” / “Get me a drink from the vending machine, will you?” / “Bring me a snack from the supermarket across the street.” / “Oh, and for my friends, too, doll.”

Seriously, it was getting infuriating. You no longer felt like you were his bestie. You didn’t even feel like you were his fake girlfriend. At this point, you had practically become his slave! Running any errand and carrying his stuff for him. But what was the alternative? If you refused to play your part in this pretend dating scheme, he could easily turn against you and make fun of you in front of the whole school. So, you kept your mouth shut and swallowed your pride.

One evening, around a month after the fake dating agreement had started, you had stayed in the library a bit longer to prepare for an upcoming assignment. By the time you were out of the school building, you supposed that Seonghwa had already gone home. Frankly, the only nice thing he was intent on doing for you was driving you to school and back to your place most of the days.

As you were making your way towards the bus stop, you had the strangest suspicion you were being followed. Not daring to turn around, you started walking faster. But unfortunately, your attackers also sped up and soon enough, you were surrounded by a group of angry faces. Their leader was obviously Eunhee, the most popular girl in the whole school. And coincidentally, this was also the girl whose parents were doing business with Seonghwa’s parents. The very reason you were fake dating your best friend in the first place.

“Well, if it isn’t the little bookshrimp,” she mocked you, sticking a sharp nail into your chest. You didn’t bother correcting her that the right term was bookworm. You were already in enough trouble as it was. For some reason, teasing Seonghwa had been easy because you meant well and you were sure he wouldn’t hurt you. Not really. Because he knew how badly you’d been bullied in middle school. But now that you were met with so many threatening figures, you froze rightaway, unable to defend yourself.

“Just l-leave me alone,” you stammered.

“Aw, aren’t you a little pathetic shrimpie?” Eunhee cooed and started pulling your hair harshly and kicking you onto the ground. The other girls were holding you down so that you wouldn’t fight back. “Did you seriously believe you can steal Seonghwa from me? We’re meant to be together and if you stand in our way, I will fucking kill you!”

“S-stop, you’re hurting me!” you exclaimed sorrowfully. You tried your best to shield yourself and push her away but her loyal minions were preventing you from doing so. Just as Eunhee was about to slap you across the face, you witnessed as her threatening hand was stopped mid-air by the interloper whose features you couldn’t quite discern in the dark. But whose voice you would recognize anywhere.

“You think you’re so brave?” Seonghwa yelled at Eunhee and her friends. “Ganging up on her like that? Six against one? You’re the pathetic ones.”

“Hwa, we were just trying to teach her a lesson. She should learn her place, after all,” Eunhee tried to explain.

“A lesson?” he scoffed. “You dumbasses can’t even pass Calculus and you want to teach the smartest girl in our school a lesson?” your heart melted with warmth at how highly he thought of you. “Oh, that’s rich.”

“You won’t tell my dad, right?” Eunhee was suddenly on the defensive. She’d probably be in big trouble if he found out how his precious daughter was behaving in school.

“Get out of my sight right now or I’ll tell the whole country,” Seonghwa threatened through gritted teeth. (Later on, he actually did tell her dad about the incident and Eunhee, along with her followers, were suspended from school for two weeks. Oh, and their rich parents cut off their money, which was pretty impressive an accomplishment). And so, the vicious girls scattered like roaches in daylight. Pulling you onto your feet, Seonghwa grabbed your hand and started walking towards his car which you somehow hadn’t noticed parked nearby. Getting inside, he started the engine immediately but his hands were clutching the steering wheel so hard you were feeling a bit scared. You had never seen your best friend so angry. Well, maybe the only other time that came close was when you were telling him about your past experiences with bullying...

“Are you mad at me?” you asked sheepishly.

“At you?” he chuckled harshly. “Why would I be mad at you? You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I don’t know...”

“Why didn’t you fight them back?” Seonghwa inquired.

“I tried, but I was reminded of middle school and just...froze. I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright, I’m not blaming you,” he replied calmly. “I was just wondering. Cause I know you’ve been going to self-defense classes. And I thought you were making progress. I mean, the last time I came to watch, you were pretty good.”

That was before the summer. Of course it was. Still, you were touched by the fact that he remembered. Despite acting like he didn’t care, you instinctively knew he did.

“I mean, I was,” you said. “But I panicked.”

Seonghwa let go of the wheel with one hand and placed it on your bare knee, rubbing calming circles around it. You two were alone so you were certain this was no longer the fake dating thing. This was just your best friend being there for you when you needed him the most.

“If anyone tries that shit again, just tell them you’re my girlfriend, alright? They have to be idiots to mess with you,” he spoke angrily.

“Fake girlfriend,” you reminded him sadly.

“That’s none of their business,” he replied, but didn’t correct you. Oh, how badly you wished to be his real girlfriend. To show him how much you cared for him.

“Why did you change so much over the summer?” you suddenly asked, while Seonghwa was driving you home.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Seonghwa responded harshly. “You don’t like my green hoodie and you also don’t like my leather jacket? There’s really no satisfying you, is there?”

“I didn’t mean your clothes,” you mumbled. “Just...your overall attitude towards me. Before the summer you used to let me squeeze your cheeks and sit in your lap and now you seem so...unapproachable. I’m just saying, we were closer when I was your best friend than we are now that I’m your fake girlfriend.”

Seonghwa stopped the car abruptly, making you blink in shock.

“I changed because I was sick of you treating me like a little boy and I wanted you to start seeing me as a man,” he admitted but without looking into your eyes.

“W-what are you saying?” you swallowed nervously.

“Nevermind.”

“No, you have to talk to me, Hwa!” you insisted desperately. “If you still consider me your best friend, be honest with me. Please.”

“This,” he gestured vaguely at you as he finally met your gaze. “This is exactly why I changed so much, Y/N. I don’t want to be your best friend anymore.”

His cruel words hurt you more than anything you’d ever experienced in your life. More than all the bullying, the slapping and getting pushed against a wall. Losing your best friend was your worst fear. But you had promised yourself to never be weak again. So the second he said that, you pulled the handle of the side door, attempting to get out of his car. Before you could do that, Seonghwa grabbed your hand, effectively keeping you in place.

“I want to be your boyfriend. For real this time,” he elaborated.

You stared at him in utter confusion.

“But...when I confessed, you acted like you didn’t care. Like I meant nothing to you.”

“Forget how I acted. I only offered the fake dating shit because I wanted to get closer to you again. Make up for the lost time during the summer. Do you honestly think I give a fuck about what Eunhee thinks or says about me? I just used that as an excuse. I’ve told her I’m not into her hundreds of times. And yes, maybe I have changed. Not because I don’t care about you. But because I do. You used to gush about Count Dracula and Darth Vader so much that I thought if I became the bad guy, you’d finally notice me. I wanted so terribly to impress you and make you stop seeing me as your adorable best friend that I got too lost in the feeling of holding power over you...Too lost to notice you liked me all along, didn’t you?”

“I did,” you whispered teary-eyed. “I do,” correcting yourself. “H-hwa, I’m so sorry to break it to you but-”

“If you reject me, I won’t be responsible for attempted murder,” Seonghwa interrupted you jokingly.

“I’m so sorry to break it to you,” you repeated with a sly smirk. “But no matter how hard you try to change, I will always see you as my adorable best friend. And though I have to admit I did stop teasing you temporarily, that was only because you suddenly started behaving like the dangerously sexy king of the high school. Can you blame me for feeling a little intimidated? I know I’ve said this before but I didn’t think me teasingly calling you Kermit would go this far. I never meant to hurt you, Hwa.”

“I know you didn’t, princess,” Seonghwa whispered, gently stroking your cheeks.

“And yes,” you smiled shyly, leaning into his touch.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I want to be your real girlfriend. It would be a dream come true.”

“Yeah?” he chuckled, as if the very idea seemed amusing to him. “How badly do you want it?”

“So badly, I would do anything for you, sir,” you uttered the last word without thinking much, your brain somehow recalling a time when you two had discussed how you’d enjoy being called by a potential significant other. In retrospect, that wasn’t really a thing best friends generally talked about.

“Sir?” Seonghwa grinned, leaning his head against your forehead. “Keep that up and your real girlfriend status will be confirmed.”

“I want to kiss you so much,” you were on the verge of begging. Oh, screw it. “Please, please, let me kiss you.”

He didn’t respond, just connected your lips with his own softly, taking his time with you. It was pure magic. You had thought about kissing your best friend thousands of times. But nothing compared to the reality. Parting your lips further to let his tongue in, you physically couldn’t prevent yourself from moaning into his mouth, overwhelmed by how good it felt. How insanely intoxicating he tasted. How you were burning alive and it would be the sweetest death imaginable.

“Not if I kiss you first,” Seonghwa said once he broke the kiss apart. “Oh, wait, I just did.”

What the hell...had just happened? Sneaking a peak at the time, you were suddenly panicking by how late it was.

“Holy shit, my parents are going to kill me!” you exclaimed. “Can you please drive me home?”

“Sure thing, princess,” he laughed, increasingly amused by your flustered self. “That’s exactly what I was intending to do anyways. I’m not in the habit of keeping little girls past their bed time.”

“Shut up, I’m not a little girl!” you complained. “I’m just a few months younger than you. Asshole.”

“Hey! Is that any way to speak to your devoted boyfriend?” Seonghwa scolded you teasingly.

Oh, God. You loved the sound of that. Your best friend was now your boyfriend. It still felt unreal.

“I’m sorry, sir,” you mewled apologetically, already knowing how to make him weak for you with just one tiny word. “And thank you for taking me home.”

“Anytime,” Seonghwa smiled. “See you tomorrow, baby.”

You could get used to it. Reaching forward to open the door for you, he whispered in your ear:

“I’m taking you out on our first date. Doll yourself up for me, will you?”

You nodded, your heart beating too fast to actually manage a verbal response. After you got inside and suffered a brief interrogation from your parents (using the library+extra assignments excuse), you hurried up the stairs, took a quick shower and then went to bed. No sooner had you closed your eyes than your phone buzzed with notifications.

Kermit the Frog: You still up?

Kermit the Frog: For fear of sounding lame, I moss you already

Kermit the Frog: *Miss...damn autocorrect

You chuckled upon seeing his messages. Whatever demon possessed you to still keep that nickname in your chat, you knew you had to change it immediately. If he saw it on your first date tomorrow, you would never hear the end of it.

You: I’m awake, yes

You: And I moss you too 😉

You purposefully misspelled the word to tease him. After all, it was only in order.

Boyfie 🐸: That obnoxious Kermit nickname better be gone by tomorrow

He texted as if he’d read your mind and you gasped in surprise.

Boyfie 🐸: Or we’re having our first couple fight!!

You: How did you know?!?

Boyfie 🐸: Not my fault you keep your phone unlocked sometimes

Boyfie 🐸: I’m not kidding, change it right now 😡

You: Changed it already

You texted him back quickly, sending him a screenshot.

You: Can I at least keep the frog emoji? 🥺

Boyfie 🐸: NO!!! REMOVE IT OR WE BREAK UP 😡😡😡

You: Damnit, Hwa, your angery Aries is showing...okay, fineee

You sent another screenshot of the now changed emoji.

You: Happy now?

Boyfie ❤️🖤💙: Much better, princess 🤗🤗🤗

Boyfie ❤️🖤💙: Now go to sleep, we have early classes tomorrow

You: Wow, so bossy. Okay, sir, I’m going

Boyfie ❤️🖤💙: Good night, my baby 😘

You: Staaahp, ohmygosh. And good night, Hwa 🥺

The next morning you ran outside faster than The Flash as soon as you heard the oh-so-familiar honks. When you saw Seonghwa waiting there to pick you up, your heart did a backflip as you excitedly took the passenger seat.

“Good morning, boyfriend,” you greeted him and kissed his cheek. “This still feels so strange.”

“Well, you better get used to it, doll. Wow, you really cleaned up nicely today,” he complimented your pastel pink dress. “Not that you usually don’t! You’re always gorgeous, I just meant that you’re especially gorgeous and...nope, that also sounds wrong. Okay, I shut up now.”

“Relax,” you giggled. “It’s fine. I appreciate the effort. You don’t look so bad yourself. Oh, who am I kidding? You’re practically sex on legs 24/7. I think it’s time for me to shut up now.”

“You’re so cute when you get flustered. Anyone ever tell you that?”

“Just you,” you admitted.

Once you walked into the school, it was like everyone noticed the subtle change in your dynamic. Because Seonghwa did something he never did before. He carried your bag and gave you his leather jacket! And Hwa’s friends were immediately onto you like bees to honey.

“I mean, I knew you guys were dating,” Seonghwa’s friend Yunho observed. “But I never saw the chemistry before, to be honest. Until now. I mean, come on, Y/N was like a loyal puppy, always following Hwa around.”

“Hey, don’t give him any ideas!” you joked.

“Too late. Already ordered the collar,” Seonghwa winked.

“Kinky. Can’t tell if I’m into it or want to cut off my ears,” Yunho grinned. “Probably both.”

“Nice chat, but we gotta head to class, Yu,” Seonghwa said because his friend was in a different class.

“See you for lunch?” Yunho suggested.

“Can’t. Already made plans with this little girl,” Hwa tilted his head towards you.

“Whoo, enjoy, then!”

“It’s not what it sounds like!” you groaned, feeling uncharacteristically embarassed.

“Isn’t it?” Seonghwa smirked mysteriously and pulled you towards the room you had class in.

“Nothing involving collars and puppies, I assure you!” you yelled (perhaps a little too loudly), twisting your head, not wanting to give Yunho and the rest of Seonghwa’s friends the wrong idea.

When your classes for the day were over, Seonghwa led you towards his car once again. You were a bit nervous to make a good impression on your first date. Even though it was silly. Your best friend of four years had surely made a first impression a long time ago.

“Where are we going?” you asked to break the awkward silence.

“It’s a surprise, princess. Can you be patient for me?”

“I can,” you promised dutifully and placed your tiny hand on top of his. “Anything for you, sir.”

Seonghwa lost focus on the road for the briefest of moments in order to give you a warning look. One look and that was all you needed to keep you quiet and obedient. Eventually, you realized where he was taking you. Though you hadn’t been to his place for a couple of months now, you couldn’t forget how the drive to Seonghwa’s home looked.

“I dressed myself up and we’re just going to your place?” you hmphed in playful annoyance. “So much for our glamorous first date.”

“Don’t underestimate the power of my cooking skills. Shit, I sorta ruined the surprise, didn’t I?”

“Aww, you were planning to cook for me on our first date? Hwaaa, I’ve only had you as a boyfriend for less than 24 hours and you’re already pulling out the big guns! I don’t mean to push my luck but if you’re cooking now, I’m trembling to witness our one month anniversary.”

Seonghwa rolled his eyes.

“You’re very ambitious to think you can put up with me for an entire month.”

”Hwa, sweetie, I’ve put up with you for four years.”

“Not as your boyfriend, you haven’t.”

“We’ll talk again in 30 days,” you vowed enigmatically.

“Here we are,” Seonghwa announced once he parked in front of his home. “My parents are currently at work so you don’t need to worry about...well, anything, really.”

“What’s the supposed to mean?” for some reason his words made you even more worried.

“Nothing, I just meant you can...like, be yourself. There’s no one to impress.”

“There’s you,” you pointed out. “Don’t forget your parents already know me. And besides, you’re the only person I care about impressing.”

“Not to stroke your ego, but you’ve already impressed me. After all, you’re the only one who’s had the audacity to compare me to a freaking muppet and survived.”

“Point taken,” you chuckled.

“Come on, let’s get inside,” Seonghwa suggested and the two of you entered his house. No matter how much you begged him to let you help with the cooking, he was insistent that he would do all the work. Said something about making up to you for the times you had to carry his bag or buy snacks to him and his friends. When you argued that you also had some making up to do for all the times you teased him a little too insensitively, he said that you agreeing to be his real girlfriend was enough to satisfy his wounded heart. Seeing that there was no point in arguing, you gave up and occupied yourself by mindlessly scrolling through social media. About an hour later, Seonghwa finally deemed his culinary masterpieces ready to be eaten. He allowed you to at least help set the table which you considered a small victory. The second you tried the first meal, you were so overwhelmed by the exquisite tastes that you spoke without thinking much.

“God, I wanna marry you.”

Seonghwa simply chuckled, amused by your unexpected reaction.

“Did I say that out loud?” you whispered, completely mortified, covering your mouth in embarassment.

“I’m afraid so.”

“Shit, I’m such a mess,” you mumbled.

“No, it’s fine. I take it as a compliment. Now, eat up before it gets cold. If my wicked plan works, you’ll have bought me a wedding ring by the time dessert arrives.”

“Truly wicked. I’m in danger,” you laughed and kept enjoying the various meals Seonghwa had prepared.

Once the plates were empty, you felt so full and warm you couldn’t possibly move. And no, that wasn’t an exaggeration. Seonghwa had to physically carry you to the couch so that you two would re-watch Star Wars: Return of the Jedi together, warmly cuddled up under a blanket.

Suddenly, you were possessed by the urge to speak your mind and be as honest with him as possible. After hiding your true feelings for four years, now that you were finally given the chance to be yourself, you were feeling uncharacteristically brave.

“You know, even though I was messing around earlier, I had indeed daydreamed about marrying you back in our first year of high school. You were the first boy who ever treated me like I wasn’t the walking joke of the universe. The first who ever hung out with me not as a prank but because you actually saw me as a friend. When I started teasing you about your cute habits, I hope you know I never wished to hurt you. I just wanted to show you that I notice and appreciate every single detail about you. So, yeah, I really like you, Hwa. Have liked you for a long time.”

Seonghwa had paused the movie the second you started talking. And now that you were done sharing your thoughts, he seemed unable to say anything. The silence was a bit awkward so you interrupted it once again.

“I’m sorry, that was silly. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable so early in our re-”

This time, he interrupted you with a kiss, pulling you into his lap, just like the good old days. You smiled into his mouth, wrapping your arms around him.

“It wasn’t silly. I appreciate you saying all that,” Seonghwa reassured you. “And for the record, I know you meant well with all the teasing. In a sense, a part of me even suspected that you liked me back. But I was also feeling a bit insecure. I kept thinking that you could do so much better than go out with dorky Kermit guy who has an obsession with tidying up, you know? That you deserved someone else. But I couldn’t allow anyone else to be that someone. So, I changed myself.”

“Maybe you did change a little. But in my heart, you’re always going to be my Frog Prince Hwa.”

“I hate you so much,” he rolled his eyes.

“Naw, you don’t.”

“Fine. I hate that you’re right.”

Things between you and Seonghwa were going great. It had been three months since you two started dating for real. He was super attentive and caring towards you. However, you were a bit bummed out since not much changed compared to his behaviour as your best friend and as your boyfriend. Sure, you did start kissing each other and occasionally making out (which wasn’t exactly a best friend activity). But there was one thing that still had not happened. And the more time passed, the more anxious you felt to bring it up.

One evening, you had miraculously convinced your parents to let you have a sleepover at Seonghwa’s place. After insisting that nothing out of the ordinary was going on between you two and even if something unusual did happen (which you highly doubted but secretly hoped for), you were going to use protection (and no, you were certainly not referring to Seonghwa’s collection of action figures who carried weapons).

As you and your boyfriend were enjoying your snacks while watching TV from the comfort of his bed, you couldn’t help but finally raise the question that had been tormenting your mind for a while now.

“S-seonghwa...do you not find me attractive?”

“What the hell are you asking me that for? Would you be my girlfriend if I didn’t find you attractive?”

“Well, I don’t know. I’ve never dated anyone before so...I was just wondering if there’s a particular reason why we still haven’t...taken things to the next level?”

“The next level?” he chuckled. “Relationships aren’t��video games. And to answer your question, the reason’s actually the exact opposite of your concerns. We haven’t done anything more than making out because I find you ridiculously attractive. And it’s taking every last inch of my self-restraint to not pressure you into something you’re not comfortable with. I just wanted to wait until you’re ready.”

“Ready? So you knew that I haven’t...with anyone...yet?” you purposefully left out some words because you were feeling incredibly shy discussing this with Seonghwa.

“Of course I knew, princess. You’re my best friend. And my girlfriend.”

“Well, that’s a relief, at least. That you’re not repulsed by my...inexperience.”

“Why would I be when we’re in the same boat?”

“We are?” you whispered in shock.

“Why do you look so surprised?” Seonghwa laughed. “I’ve had the biggest crush on you since forever. Did you honestly think I would just screw anyone else?”

“Well, it’s not like you didn’t have options,” you pointed out, referring to all the potential love interests swarming around him like bees. “Unlike me.”

“Are you regretful, little girl?” he inquired, running a lazy finger across your cheek. “Jealous?”

“No, I just...want to be the best for you, sir,” you confessed nervously.

“You’re already the best I could hope for,” Seonghwa responded and kissed you hungrily, burying his hands into your hair.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” you curiously needed to know. “That you haven’t either...”

“It’s not something that comes up in everyday conversation?” he pointed out. “What was I supposed to say? Hi, bestie, let’s have lunch together. Oh and by the way, I’m a hopeless virgin pining over you?”

“You’re right,” you laughed. “It would have made things awkward.”

“Now, unless you have any other pressing issues, I suggest we go back to kissing.”

And without giving you the time to argue, Seonghwa devoured your lips rightaway, gently pushing you down so that your back hit the sheets. Then, he started slowly taking off your jeans. Anxiously trembling under his vigorous touch, you placed a hand against his chest. He immediately noticed and put a temporary halt to his ministrations.

“We don’t have to do this right now,” he comforted you with all the seriousness in his voice.

“No, I want to, I swear,” you nodded eagerly.

“Princess, you’re literally shaking,” Seonghwa remarked.

“What’s wrong with me?” you sighed.

“There’s nothing wrong with you. You’re perfect. Tell me to stop if you feel even the slightest hint of hesitation or discomfort and I will, I promise.”

“I know you would, Hwa. I trust you. But even if I’m a bit nervous, I want to do this with you. Please?”

“Well, I can’t deny you since you’re asking so nicely,” he grinned and continued where he left off. “Can I get rid of these?” Seonghwa inquired, carefully pushing your panties to the side.

“Yes, you can do anything to me.”

“Oh, sweetheart, you really shouldn’t have said that,” he chuckled darkly and tore your underwear savagely. You couldn’t even gather the energy to complain about the ruination of your new pair, you were far too turned on by Seonghwa’s aggressive nature to care. He didn’t waste any more time, grabbing your thighs to hold them in place, he began licking your pussy with his tongue and stimulating it with his long fingers. It didn’t take long for you to start squirming beneath his touch, helplessly moaning his name. He didn’t cease his merciless movements until you reached your orgasm. When your breathing finally eased, you gathered the energy to speak again:

“I thought you said you’ve never done this before? How were you so...so...”

“So good?” Seonghwa smirked confidently and bit his lower lip. “I mean...I’ve seen videos. Read some things here and there.”

“Honestly? I think you’re a god.”

“You’ll have to stop complimenting me so much or I’ll develop a god complex,” he joked. “What do you want to do next, baby?”

“I want to suck you off,” you mumbled.

“Who taught you such dirty language?”

“Hey! I read, too,” you pouted and assuredly made your way towards the carpet next to his bed.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Seonghwa asked.

“Aren’t I supposed to kneel in order to pleasure you, sir?”

“Princesses never kneel,” he instructed and got up from the bed, urging you to lie down with your head hanging from the very edge of the bed and make yourself comfortable. “Open up that pretty little mouth for me, will you?”

You did as he asked obediently and even went the extra mile to stick your tongue out. Unbuckling his belt and throwing it to the side, Seonghwa was quick to follow your wishes and let his cock spring free from his jeans. Your mouth went dry at the sight of his monstrous size. Seeing your worries if it will fit reflected in your eyes, he expressed his concern for you:

“Are you sure about this?”

“Please, please, I need you,” you whimpered without thinking, eager to have a taste. Without making you wait any longer, Seonghwa pushed the tip of his cock inside, gently letting your cheeks get used to the unfamiliar feeling. Slowly, he went deeper, allowing you to acquaint yourself with the stretch. When you kept blinking at him in anticipation, he realized you were ready for more and began moving faster, fucking into your mouth at a steady pace. As he neared his high, his motions became less controlled you were sucking more intently, impatient to swallow every last drop of him.

“Shit, I’m going to-” he attempted to break away, but you managed to wrap your hands at the back of his legs in order to keep his cock inside your mouth.

Seconds later, he released his cum and you began drinking it thirstily. When you had made certain that no drop was wasted, you finally let go of his legs, allowing your boyfriend’s dick to dangle freely outside of your mouth.

“You’re fucking incredible,” Seonghwa praised you and placed a soft kiss on the top of your head. “My incredible girl.”

“I’m only yours, sir,” you mumbled, way too affected by him.

“You like this, don’t you?” he mocked you teasingly.

“Yes, sir, I want to belong to you,” you whimpered and turned around to pull him back into bed.

“Your wish is my command, princess,” Seonghwa smiled fondly and took a mysterious package out of the back pocket of his jeans. Soon enough, you realized what it was, as he started lining up the condom on his cock.

“Oooh, I brought one of those, as well!” you exclaimed in surprise.

“You came here on a mission, didn’t you? Wicked little thing,” he tsked in fake disapproval.

“It’s not my fault you’re walking around like an Adonis,” you defended yourself boldly.

“You’re one to speak. Freaking goddess,” Seonghwa complimented you and slowly began unbuttoning your shirt you had somehow forgotten you were still wearing. “Is this okay?” he asked softly, always making sure you were feeling safe.

“More than okay,” you consented. Left in nothing but your baby pink bra, you unintentionally shivered at the sudden cold air surrounding you. Soon after that, Seonghwa undid the clasps and you were now only wearing your birthday suit. Feeling a bit timid, you self-consciously covered your breasts and broke eye contact with your boyfriend.

“Hey, hey, look at me,” he pressed the palm of his hand against your cheek. “Do you want to stop?”

You weakly shook your head and somehow managed to gather the strength to look into his beautifully dark eyes once again.

“Then, let me see you, yeah?” Seonghwa nudged your hands away gently. “You’re so beautiful, baby.”

You blushed at his sudden praise and allowed him to have a look. But seconds later, you were getting a bit impatient.

“Please, Hwa, I want you so much.”

“Anything for my princess,” he chuckled and coaxed his tip at your entrance slowly. When you gave him a sign he could go deeper, his movements became bolder. “Fuck, you’re taking me so well.”

“M-more, sir, I swear I can do this,” you begged as you were beginning to unravel beneath him. As he fucked you faster into oblivion, you were no longer thinking straight and his name was the only word you were capable of uttering. Over and over again. Until you both came, blissfully lost in each other’s arms.

“Here, let me clean you up,” Seonghwa offered sweetly, picking you up with little effort and carrying you to the bathtub.

When he started shampooing your hair, rubbing body lotion into your sensitive skin and covering your neck with soft kisses, you couldn’t stop your tears from falling, touched by his infinite tenderness and by the sheer intimacy of the gesture.

“Darling, are you crying?” he questioned you upon hearing your hiccups.

“N-no,” you lied but it was useless, because it was quite obvious you were, in fact, bawling your eyes out.

“Did I hurt you, my sweet princess?” Seonghwa asked in concern.

“How...how could you think that?” you whimpered. “You’ve been nothing but kind and caring towards me. It’s just that...this is the first time I’ve felt so...special, so worthy, so...”

“Loved?” he offered the word you had been seeking for but had been too scared to utter out loud.

“Y-yeah,” you confirmed shyly. “Is it too early to say this? I’m sorry if it is but...I love you, Seonghwa.”

He simply stared at you in disbelief for a couple of seconds. This time, you were once again the one to break the deafening silence.

“You don’t have to say it back. I just...I wanted you to know. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way but-”

“I love you too, baby. Of course I do,” Seonghwa reassured you. “And I’m not just saying it, I don’t feel obliged to say it. As my best friend, you know me better than anyone else. And you know I don’t do things unless I want to. So, believe me when I say this.”

“Fuck,” you uttered and only started crying harder in his arms.

“Shhh, you’re safe with me, sweetheart. I would never harm you,” he comforted you and stroked your hair lovingly, putting all your worries and self-doubts at the very back of your head.

After you were all dried up from the bath and had put on your boyfriend’s shirt while he was still in the shower, you were feeling uncharacteristically confident. Confident enough to look for something you hadn’t seen for a while. You had been wondering if he had it hanging around somewhere in his wardrobe. And after a short period of rummaging you found your treasure. The green hoodie. The Kermit hoodie. You smiled mischievously as you changed into it. It still smelled like him, you beamed. Back when he was simply your best friend, the amount of times you had fantasized about him lending it to you should have been illegal. So now that you had been promoted to his girlfriend, you simply couldn’t let such an opportunity pass you by.

Once Seonghwa got out of the shower, water droplets running down the divine skin on his bare chest, you were too busy staring at him in all his beauty and glory to notice the angry look on his face.

“How did you even find this? It was hidden so well in my wardrobe,” he scowled.

“Don’t be mad,” you pouted adorably. “I look so cute in it, right?”

“Cuter than me, that’s for sure,” Seonghwa rolled his eyes and tickled your belly.

“That’s impossible, you make the cutest Kermit,” you giggled, enjoying how easy it was to get on his nerves.

“You’ll never let me live this down, will you?” he groaned.

“Never ever, my stunning Frog Prince,” you vowed and kissed him quickly, taking him by surprise. His eyes widened in shock and he seemed too flustered to continue scolding you.

“You’re in luck today. Nothing can ruin my good mood,” Seonghwa was determined.

“Great,” you grinned gleefully. “Cause from now on, I intend on making all your days filled with joy.”

“From now on?” he chuckled sarcastically. “Oh, princess, my days have been filled with nothing but joy ever since I met you.”

And indeed, both Seonghwa’s days and yours were nothing but pure happiness ever since you decided to make your relationship real. And despite his foolish statement that he no longer wanted to be your best friend, you had somehow managed to convince him that he was both your boyfriend and bestie and that was perfectly okay. As if in the blink of an eye, spring came which meant that the whole school was in nervous excitement about the upcoming prom. Generally, you weren’t the type to get overwhelmed about such a trivial topic. But now that you were dating Seonghwa, the most popular guy in the school, you couldn’t help but worry a little. What if he wanted to go with someone else? Someone equal in “status”? Your worries and insecurities further intensified when he started asking questions in a weird way.

“I need your help,” Seonghwa blurted out over lunch.

“Shoot.”

“Okay, so, I have this friend. And he really likes this girl and wants to ask her to prom. What do you think would make her happy?”

You blinked in surprise. You knew that when people pulled the “I’m just asking for a friend” card, they were most likely talking about themselves. Was he seriously thinking of inviting another girl to prom? You tensed a little but tried really hard to remain neutral in your answer and actually make an attempt to help your bestie.

“I mean, all girls are different,” you reasoned. “If you describe her to me, maybe I’ll be able to give a more appropriate suggestion.”

“She’s a bit like you. You know, kinda bookish and-”

“It’s alright, Seonghwa, you can say it. I’m a nerd.”

“Well, yes, but...”

“It’s not exactly a slur,” you chuckled coldly.

“I know, but that’s what your bullies in middle school called you. I didn’t mean to sound insensitive,” Hwa put his hand on top of yours in a gentle, comforting manner.

“It’s fine when if you say it,” you smiled. “I won’t get offended.”

“I was going to say my friend’s crush is intelligent like you but, oh well.”

“That does sound better, I admit,” you giggled.

“She’s also a bit shy and introverted so maybe she wouldn’t enjoy a public promposal. Crowds tend to make her nervous,” Seonghwa observed.

“Seems like you didn’t need my help after all,” you scoffed playfully.

“No, I do! I still haven’t come up with an actual way to propose. I mean, for my friend.”

“Right. Your friend. Well, he can’t go wrong with some poetry under her balcony. If she has one, that is.”

“I’m pretty sure she does.” Seonghwa smirked. “Alright, thanks.”

He jumped from his seat, not even having finished his lunch.

“Wait, where are you going?”

“I gotta prepare my friend’s promposal,” he shrugged and disappeared from your sight, leaving you a bit crest-fallen. If he was intending on asking you, he wouldn’t have turned to you for help, right? That would sorta ruin the element of surprise, wouldn’t it? And yet, you knew that Seonghwa wasn’t the type to care about people’s opinions and randomly ask a more popular girl out because of public demand. And he definitely wasn’t the kind of person to just date you for kicks and then ditch you at prom. Despite those very logical reasons, you couldn’t help but feel a little anxious.

A week later, you realized all your worries had been for nothing. It was a Sunday morning and you had just finished having breakfast with your family. You were leisurely reading on your bed when you heard some suspicious noises coming from your window. You looked up from your book and you could swear you saw tiny rocks hitting the glass! You jumped up angrily, half-expecting to find a bunch of neighbour kids pulling a prank. But you were surprised when you spotted your boyfriend standing under your balcony. Wearing his iconic green hoodie.

“What are you doing here?” you whispered, though a hopeful part of you already knew the answer.

“But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,” he recited diligently in a song-like manner.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his overdramatic acting but it was the effort that touched you immensely.

“And none but fools do wear it; cast it off. It is my lady, O, it is my love! O, that she knew she were!” he continued sweetly.

You were so in love with this man it was insane.

“Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return,” Seonghwa kept going.

You couldn’t resist the urge to leap off the balcony. It was just the second floor so what could possibly go wrong? Other than a scraped knee and a bit of a limp. God, you were such an idiot.

“Shit, are you okay?” Seonghwa asked in terror and wrapped his arms around you.

“The excruciating pain is worth it if I get to hug you like this,” you grinned, leaning against him for support.

“Why couldn’t you just walk down the stairs like a normal person?”

“And what’s romantic about that?” you joked. “Jumping off a balcony makes for a much better story.”

“You’re impossible.”

“Only for you, my sweet Frogmeo!” you teased and kissed his cheek.

“Wait, I wasn’t finished!” Seonghwa exclaimed excitedly, not bothering to act offended about your obsession with him and that Kermit hoodie. “There was something about cheeks, I swear.”

“See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!” you helped him out dutifully.

“O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek!” he finished proudly and placed his palm against your cheek.

“Only you could possibly mix Romeo and Juliet with The Frog Prince and somehow make it work,” you praised him.

“Does that mean you’ll go to prom with me?” Seonghwa tilted his head to the side adorably.

“Of course I will, baby,” you responded happily.

“Thank God, ‘cause learning that monologue drained my soul and brain,” he whistled playfully.

“You know, you had me worried there for a second,” you confessed reluctantly, because you didn’t want to keep any secrets from your doting boyfriend.

“When?” Seonghwa asked in confusion.

“Lunchtime. A week ago. When you asked me for advice. I thought that...”

“That I would ask someone else?” he correctly guessed your suspicions. And you nodded. “Have I ever given you a reason to doubt me?”

“No, you’re perfect. In fact, too perfect. It makes me feel like I don’t deserve you.”

Seonghwa smiled sadly and kissed the top of your head. But he wasn’t angry with you. Just wanted to erase those silly thoughts from your mind.

“You deserve so much more, princess. But I’ll try my best to give you all I can.”

“As will I,” you promised and mischievously pulled the drawstrings on his hoodie, making his face squished adorably.

“If this is the best you’re capable of, I dread to see your worst,” he shook his head in amusement.

“Prince Frogmeo and the Nerdy Princess,” you sighed wistfully. “That would make a hell of a fairy tale, wouldn’t it?”

“How about Kermit the Frog whoops the Princess’s ass for being a brat?” Seonghwa threatened jokingly.

“You know what? I wouldn’t say no to that,” you giggled and started running away from him. “If you catch me first!”

Prom night arrived and despite all the preparations and excitements around it, it was nothing special in itself. What made it special, however, were the moments you spent with Seonghwa. Just dancing and talking seemed to be enough to make your heart leap with joy. And the smile never left your face the entire night.

“School’s really ending, huh?” you spoke aloud without thinking, while you were swaying slightly to the music in your boyfriend’s arms.

“This isn’t the end of us. We’ll go to college, we’ll grow up. The best is yet to come, darling.”

“You know what I meant,” you replied, a hint of sadness tinging your tone. “In college, I’ll study Literature, you’ll study Music. We’ll no longer be able to sit next to each other in class or exchange notes or hold hands under the desk.”

“We’ll do all sorts of other things,” Seonghwa responded cheerfully, trying to think positive. “We’ll have study dates in college, we’ll visit new restaurants and make more memories together. Just because high school is over, doesn’t mean we are. I’m not giving up on my best friend ever.”

“Your girlfriend,” you corrected him playfully.

“My best friend,” he repeated. “You were right. Being in love with each other doesn’t nullify our friendship. Both are equally important to me. You are the most important to me.”

“God, Hwa, how can you say such things so easily?”

“Is your heart fluttering?” your boyfriend and best friend teased you, swirling you around while dancing. You were met with his beautiful dark gaze again as he murmured: “Hi, princess.”

“H-hi, S-seonghwa,” you chuckled in response.

And you were finally home.

The End

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sciderman · 3 years

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Was going through some old writing files (of which there are hundreds!!) and stumbled across a high school AU I was writing a while ago! (an actual one! not a tantalising dream-sequence involving cheerleaders, though we all know I love those...)

I don’t know if I’ll resurrect it, but there’s a bit of fun to be had - Peter’s anger issues are something that I’d like to see explored more in spideypool fic, and I just... I love high school AUs okay...

Read some of it under the cut!

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“What’re you in for?”

“Something stupid.” Peter grumbled.

“Love it.” The boy said, grinning. Peter noticed a missing tooth. “I hid a frog in the student counsellor’s desk. You should’ve seen him scream.”

Peter was quiet, but his lips quirked.

“Immature”, he eventually said.

“The guy’s a dickhole. And,” the blond rocked on his chair, buzzing, “technically, I saved a life.”

Peter raised an eyebrow.

“Saved the frog from one of the labs. They were gonna slice him open. Imagine you’re just sitting on your lily pad one day. Chilling. And then some jackass scientist scoops you up and cuts you open. Starts prodding inside you. Gross.”

“Okay, yeah, gross.”

“My name is Wade, bee-tee-dubs.”

Wade. Peter remembered. He’d only joined the class at the beginning of last semester, and sat near the back of the class. He hadn’t recognised him by his face because he’d always had his hood up. Not that Peter had ever paid enough attention to his peers to remember them by face anyway.

“Uh.” Peter said, eyeing the hand he was being offered as a greeting. He didn’t return the handshake, but he responded with a simple “I’m Peter.”

“Cool.” Wade nodded, looking at his feet, heels bouncing off the linoleum floor. His shoes were scuffed and worn.

A moment of silence passed. Both boys turned their attention to the floor, as though it were suddenly the most interesting feature of the room.

Peter side eyed his company, in the moment of quiet. There were shallow craters on the boy’s face, Peter noticed, like chickenpox scars that hadn’t fully healed. Wade definitely seemed conscious about it, with his hood being nearly always drawn, and his shaggy hair that often covered his face.

“Peter Parker.” The principal called, peering through the door at the boys. The principal glared at Wade, who put up his hands in response. Clearly Wade was a regular.

A wave of smugness came over Peter, who leant in close to Wade.

“I broke Flash Thompson’s arm.” Peter whispered, before standing up to enter the principal’s office. For a second Peter saw Wade’s face light up, like that was the coolest thing he had ever heard.

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“Mr Parker, I recognise you’re going through a tough time – And I’m sorry.”

Peter sank in his chair, eyes fixed on a hole puncher sat on the desk.

“I understand you must be going through a lot of emotions at the moment, but you,” the principal wrung his hands, “you hospitalised one of your classmates. Eugene Thompson –”

The principal’s voice faded in and out of Peter’s attention. As usual, he stood alone on Planet Peter Parker.

He thought about Aunt May. Her eyes, pink and puffy. Thin hands trembling as she held them by her mouth, recounting all she remembered about that night to the police. The police, who with empty looks, mechanically took down notes. Jaded. Like a family hadn’t been just destroyed. Like a good man hadn’t just been murdered in cold blood.

Peter's uncle was a humble man. Simple, but good. He wasn't ambitious, or gifted, or clever. But he was wise.

Clever. Wise. Peter hadn't understood there was a difference between the two.

He took him for granted, Peter admitted to himself, as he cried that night, and the days following. He cried for the first time in months. Months of distancing himself from the world, before the world decided to stage a head-on-head collision with him.

“Peter? Peter, are you listening?”

Peter at last looked up, and with the movement, a tear managed to escape his eye. He brought the heel of his palm up quickly to wipe it away.

“Look, son, I want you to see the student counsellor tomorrow.” The principal said, taking down a note. Peter scowled at the pen, as it scribbled. “It will help, Peter. I want you to see the counsellor every Tuesday and Friday, last period. We’ll keep track of your healing process.”

Peter took the note when it was offered to him, and pocketed it without a word. He turned to leave.

“Peter. I didn’t dismiss you.”

Peter sighed, turning back, red-eyed and tired.

“I’m sorry about your uncle. But when Eugene returns, you will apologise.”

Peter swallowed, voice quiet when at last he spoke. “I didn’t mean to hurt him.”

Whether that was true or not, Peter was still undecided on.

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The school day dragged at an excruciatingly slow pace. Peter couldn’t hear the teacher. All he could hear, all day, were the whispers amongst his peers. Right now, Peter wished the walls he built to keep the world out were soundproofed.

“Did you hear? He put Flash in the ER.”

“Puny Parker? No way.”

“He’s an absolute freak.”

“He’s probably really screwed up right now, guys. I think his like, Uncle died or something.”

Peter snapped his pencil.

“Can I be excused, miss?”

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Peter ran as fast as he could out of the school doors, gasping in air as deeply as he could. He was at his breaking point. If everyone in class saw him crying, he’d really never hear the end of it. He’d be seeing the school councillor until he graduated.

The air was cool but his face was scalding hot, tears streaming down his cheeks. He buried his face in both hands and screamed. With all the effort he could afford he tried to steady his breathing. In and out, in and out, until he started to feel lightheaded.

He could’ve broken the school doors off its hinges. He could have slammed his fists so hard on the walls, until they crumbled, or he did.

He threw a kick so hard on a nearby trash can that it flew across the courtyard.

He hated this school. He could’ve tore it down right where he stood.

“Dude.”

Peter turned so fast his head nearly knocked off his shoulders. Wade stood, back against the wall, casual as anything. He had a cigarette in hand.

“You’re an animal, dude.” Wade said, blowing out a cloud of smoke.

Peter’s mouth hung open, finding it difficult to find words. He brought up a sleeve to wipe up his face.

“I, just. I –”

Peter swallowed the lump in his throat.

“I hate this place.”

Wade nodded, a calm demeanour about him that almost served to calm Peter by osmosis.

Peter Parker was always a very rational boy. Quiet. Reserved. He never lost it like this. He’s never –

“I heard – about your uncle.”

Peter’s eyes were exhausted from crying, he couldn’t afford anymore tears. Peter’s entire body felt it was going to sink through the earth. And Wade could see it. Wade could see it on Peter’s face. He looked to Wade for mercy. To let him fall off the planet’s surface.

“Listen, if it were me I’d – I’d kill him. I’d kill whoever did it.”

Peter was quiet. Wade’s words felt like an electric jolt, sobering him up.

All the hollow words of consolation had left him numb, but this rang through Peter’s ears.

Eventually Peter found his voice again.

“You’d kill him, but you’d save a frog?”

“Yeah.” Wade said, as if it were obvious. “The frog didn’t do anything wrong.”

Silence followed. Peter couldn’t look up from the ground. His hands formed fists at his sides.

All the way home, Wade’s words replayed in Peter’s head. I’d kill him. I’d kill whoever did it.

The police were apathetic. Crimes go unsolved. And that made Peter’s blood boil hotter than it ever had. The thought that someone – out there – would be getting away with it.

That Aunt May might always carry that hollow, broken look in her eyes.

Later that night, Peter threw on a red hoodie, pulling the drawstrings tight. He snuck out his bedroom window, like he did every night.

News reports tell of an escaped robber cornered in a building downtown.

#spideypool #fanfic #high school au

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streetlight11 · 3 years

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The Hybrid

Summary: She was just on her way back home when she met a little kitty desperately seeking for shelter under the heavy rain. She decides to bring it home, not realizing that she brought home a hybrid who could shapeshift into a cute, young boy.

Theme: hybrid au, strangers to lovers

Genre: fluffy

Warnings: a smidge of male nudity

WC: 1.7k

Pairing: Hybrid!Jeongin x Fem!Reader

a/n: Here's a very short fic of hybrid Jeonginie! :))) Also, Hyunjinie's baaaaack 🥺🍀❤️

Being a part time university student and a full time worker is definitely not the easiest thing in the world but with enough motivation and perseverance, one is able to go through the difficult time if they keep their mind set and strong. With that being said, Y/N keeps this in mind whenever she feels tired or overworked.

Today was no different as she ended her night class and was just heading back home. She had just boarded off the bus and was walking towards her apartment building that was four blocks down when it started to rain heavily without a warning.

People started running for shelter and so did she. After she managed to hide herself under the roof of a closed tattoo parlour, she heard soft meows coming from somewhere.

She looked around, only to see a box that was drenched wet and was probably about to collapse anytime soon.

Suddenly, she saw a small head popping out for a second only to disappear back inside the box.

For some reason, she wanted to save the poor kitty as she left the shelter only to be drenched again in the rain. She carefully approached the box, only to see a beautiful light brown cat soaked in the rain just shivering under the box.

“Oh no, you poor baby…” She whispered as she reached out to pet the cat but instead it bit her wrist and hissed sharply at her.

She let out a soft wince but never pulled her hand away too quickly, causing the cat to stare at her with narrowed eyes, obviously not trusting her at that current moment.

“It’s okay little one, I’m gonna take care of you. It’s too cold out here isn’t it?” She asked as the cat hissed again.

Just then, a small smile appeared on her lips as she told the cat not to go anywhere as she quickly left to go to the small pet store down the road to get some canned cat food for it.

The kitty watched intently as Y/N looked left and right before running across the road. She came back about 5 minutes later with a plastic bag filled with a variety of cat food. She was happy to see the cat still there as it meowed at her when she came squatting back down in front of the box.

“Do you still not trust me?” She asked as she reached out carefully to put her hand in front of the cat’s face. The rain wasn’t heavy anymore but it hasn’t stopped either. The cat hissed at her again but it didn’t sound like the one before.

She left her hand there as she waited to see if the cat would finally give in to her.

It took the cat at least 3 minutes to slowly sniff her palm and fingers, and when it could sense that she meant no harm, it carefully pushed its nose against her cold palms. Y/N giggled as she gently scratched the cat’s cheek, making it purr in her hand.

“Come on, let’s get you a proper shelter.” She said as she kept the food in her bag, before she reached down to pull the cat out, only for it to leap into her arms.

She smiled as she soon carried it back to her apartment.

Once inside, she placed the cat down on the ground only to see it carefully scan her house. She giggled as she began to walk towards her kitchen, only for it to jump when she walked past it.

“Make yourself at home but please don’t poop or pee everywhere. I’m already tired from work and school.” She warns as the cat only meows as a response.

She kept the cat food in her cabinet, leaving one can out as she took two plastic bowls to put it’s food and water in it. After she was done, she placed it on the floor right at the edge of the hallway nearest to the living room.

“Come here.” She called as the cat came jogging down the hall.

It devoured the food and water in less than 10 minutes as Y/N had quickly changed out of her wet clothes and into a cozy oversized hoodie. After the cat was done having it’s dinner, she had a towel in her lap as the cat jumped into it after she called it.

She was just wiping the cat dry when she began to brainstorm ideas for a name.

“Since you’re mine now, what should I call you?” The cat began to purr as she thought of names.

“How about coco?”

The cat’s lips curled in disgust, making her laugh.

“Cookie?”

Nope.

“Brownie?”

Nope.

“Mocha?”

No.

Y/N sighed as she ran out of ideas. Just then, she figured to just settle with something easy for now since it wasn’t really a big issue to have names for a pet.

“You know what? I’ll just call you baby for now okay?” With that, the cat meowed as it nuzzled its head into her hand, making her stroke its fur softly. Without realizing, it has already been 4 months since she took in the beautiful brown kitty, in which she found out that it's a male.

However, during the past 4 months, she found it weird that sometimes her chores would be done and that her house would always be spick and span whenever she came home. But she never really figured out who did it.

It was a Saturday evening, she was just laying on her couch with her kitty on her tummy as she pats his head softly when it suddenly purred while nuzzling its head on her tummy. She giggled as she pulled it up only to meet her face.

“Give me kisses baby…” She said as it licked her nose and soon her lips. Her soft giggles made the kitty purr as it nuzzled it’s head into her neck.

A few days later, Y/N felt a really nice warmth engulfing her from behind. She unconsciously snuggled deeper against the source as she then felt arms squeezing their hold around her waist, causing her to finally come back to reality.

She frowned and got confused. Since when did she have a boyfriend?

She slowly glanced over her shoulder, only to see a handsome guy laying behind her, and he was… shirtless?

With that being said, she leaped out of bed with a short little scream.

It stirred him awake as she glanced down, only to accidentally see him in his pure naked form when the covers got pulled off his body. She squeaked in shock as she covered her eyes as she pointed an accusing finger at him.

“Wh-What! How! W-Who are you?! Why are you naked and in my bed?!” She peeked through her fingers only to see him still uncovered but he was slowly growing conscious.

“I’m your baby.” He said with a sleepy smile as he pulled the covers over his legs to rest it over his hip.

“You have got to be kidding me. I don’t have a boyfriend!”

“Not boyfriend, dummy. I’m your cat.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh, unable to believe his words. Though she was pretty sure she saw a tail gently swaying behind his form and the cute furry ears on top of his head, she thought she was imagining things.

“You’re a weirdo. Get out.” She frowned as she pointed to her bedroom door, only for him to smirk.

“Why? Afraid to accept the fact that your kitty is a very good looking guy?” He asked as he got out of bed, only for her to squeak when he stood there naked, covering her eyes again before he stopped right in front of her.

She carefully pulled her hand away only to see him smile down at her, the corner of his lips tugging upwards sharply just like how a cat smiles.

He soon licked the tip of her nose, making her jump.

“Scratch behind my ear.”

“Why?”

Just do it.”

With hesitant hands, she reached up, only to scratch behind his ear causing him to purr as his tail moved in a soft fluid motion from left to right.

Just then, his hands rested on her waist only for him to start kneading her flesh. He always did this in his cat form so for him to do this to her now, it made her feel something weird pooling in her stomach.

“The name’s Jeongin by the way.” He whispered as her eyes darted up to him, only to see the smirk on his face.

With that, she pulled away from him only to find a men's sweatpants in her closet. He slipped the pants on and soon, he wrapped his arms around her waist only for him to speak up against the skin of her shoulder.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked, making her blush in embarrassment.

“W-What?!"

“Ever since the night you took me in, I’ve been wanting to thank you for saving me but I didn’t know how so-”

“Is that why you’ve been licking my lips all these while?” She asked, only for him to nod bashfully.

Y/N could feel her cheeks heat up as he smiled, pulling away from her as he walked around to face her with a little pout on his face. She stared at him in disbelief as he licked the tip of her nose again but it was more like a little lick instead of a long strip.

She sighed as she found his eyes and soon spoke up.

“Fine, but just that. Nothing else, understood?” She warned, only for him to nod like a little boy.

With that, a bright smile appeared on his face as he cupped her face on both sides and soon kissed her passionately. She found herself melting against his lips as she couldn’t deny that he was such a good kisser.

Jeongin pulled away only to let his lips linger on top of hers as he whispered.

“Thank you for saving me Y/N.”

“You're welcome Jeongin.”

She proceeded to smile as she dragged him to bed only to force him back to sleep as they slept in each other’s arms. Never did she think this day would come where she finds out that the stray cat she rescued turns out to be a hybrid who was gorgeous in his human form.

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#stray kids scenarios #stray kids #stray kids imagines #skz scenarios #skz imagines #yang jeongin #skz jeongin fluff #skz jeongin scenario #i.n x reader #skz i.n #stray kids jeongin #stray kids x reader

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sinner-as-saint · 4 years

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Can’t Get Enough

F-boy!Steve x Reader AU

Run-through: Despite all the warnings and words of caution, you still get involved with the most arrogant and popular fuckboy on campus…

Themes: fuckboy!steve, smut, fluff?

“He’s bad news.”

“He’s like, the most arrogant person ever. Walks around like he owns the place.”

“Screw Rogers honestly, he just wants to fuck everyone and everything.”

“Him and his friends are exactly the kind of people you should stay away from at all times.”

Words of cautions, warning you against Steve Rogers – the notorious, popular, drop dead gorgeous guy on campus – came flooding in from everywhere. But did you listen? No.

How could you when all he did was walk around with that god damn smirk on, and his irresistible deep blue eyes which reminded you of the bluest of seas on a sunny day, and those tight shirts which; showing off his perfect, muscular body.

And that god damn baseball cap worn backwards – that made you weak almost each time you ran into him at the coffee shop, at a party or rarely in the library. Although he look equally as delicious without it, the hat definitely added on to his bad boy charm.

And secretly, we all love a bad boy, don’t why? So despite all the warnings, you fell for his charm and his boyish manner – falling head first – the minute he approached you at a party one night. It was a uni after party, so it was packed with horny young adults – including yourself.

Steve walked over to you with a seductive smirk on his pretty face. His smooth pick-up lines, and cheesy jokes and his impeccable body won you over in less than a few minutes. “Wanna get out of here?” he asked.

You raised an eyebrow, deciding to play just a little hard to get. Because truth is, you were ready to get low, down and gritty right there and then. “Yeah no, I’m not fucking you tonight Rogers.” You smirked and walked away. Needless to say, he followed you like a lost puppy.

“Come on, Y/N.” he faked pouted and everything when he cornered you playfully near the stairs. “I’ll be so good to you.” he whispered the last part in your ear. And you would be lying if you said your whole body didn’t feel all hot and bothered.

You shook your head and tried walking away again. He grabbed your arm and pulled you closer. “Let’s go for a drive then, away from all this.”

Your common sense left and you agreed.

He did take you for a drive, in his expensive car – daddy’s money you figured. And he also fucked you in the backseat of his car.

Legs spread apart, hands holding each side of your waist as you lowered yourself down on his thick, hard cock. The moment you had him inside you, he threw his head back and let out a loud, shameless moan, “Fuck…” his voice deep and raspy with lust; which only made you want to fuck him even more.

A lot of things gave away that he had done this before. The way he knew how to maneuver around, how to position your body, where to kiss you to make you lose your mind, where to hold you to get you going… but you didn’t care. The need to have him was pressing and all your mind could focus on is making both of you cum.

“Come on doll, don’t be shy. Ride me,” he grabbed your chin and pulled your face closer, biting down on your lower lip gently. “Ride me big cock like you know you want to. Show me how bad you want it…” he trailed off in another loud moan as you lifted your body up and sank down on him again. This cock stretching you out and filling you up each time. You could feel him deep inside you, you could see the bulge which formed at your lower abdomen as he filled you up.

You threw your head back and moaned as well, placing your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself as you quickened your pace. Steve lifted his hips occasionally, fucking into you and reaching deeper inside you but he mostly let you do all the work.

“Fuck… you feel so fucking good…” he moaned, biting down on your neck, and shoulder. “So wet, and warm and tight for me.” He whispered against your skin.

At some point, realizing that you were purposely slowing down to tease him each time, he growled and grabbed you by the hips and just pounded into you; lifting his hips up and fucking you hard and fast. You felt him stretch you out like no one ever did before. He felt so snug and so big inside you; you were losing your mind

Okay but fuckboy!steve would make you cum like no one else. Just absolutely railing you in the backseat of his car; not bothering about how loud you got, or how warm and steamy it got inside his car; he’d just be at it until you’re a whimpering mess, filled with his cum. One orgasm overlapping with another, toes curling, voice hoarse, Steve would own all of you in that moment, and you’d happily let him.

Yet, after that steamy night you expected him to pretend like he never saw met you. Ghost you like he did other girls, but no. He found you in the library, and walked over to you, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your cheek. You were just as surprised as the rest of your friends when they saw that interaction.

You two never called it a relationship. But everyone else knew that you two were spending every day and night together.

Okay but fuckboy!steve would be so awkward about dates; it would be borderline funny.

“Do you wanna like, do something after class today?”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know, movie or something? We can grab dinner afterwards. Or go to the beach. You pick.”

“Are you asking me out on a date?”

He’d blush and try to hide his face. “What, no! I just wanna hang out.”

Hanging out with fuckboy!steve meant going places and fucking as much as you could without getting caught.

Sex in the library, after he snuck the two of you in after closing time.

Sex in his car, like every weekend.

Sex in bathrooms at parties; in the pool after everyone’s passed out drunk, on balconies, and in whichever bed you could find.

He never called himself your boyfriend, but he was ready to fight whoever the fuck even dared to flirt with you, or even look at you the wrong way. Even his friends found it unusual. Sam and Bucky often passed flirty comments at you, and they both always received a smack on the head for it.

“What’s wrong with you?” Sam always complained about his friend’s protective behavior. “It’s not like she’s your girlfriend or anything.”

Steve would roll his eyes, “Shut up Sam. She’s mine.”

Being Steve’s girl would include;

Receiving dirty texts when you’re in class. The kind which made you lose focus and send your mind straight to the gutter.

Going on long drives to nowhere in particular and making out in his car.

Stealing and wearing his jackets and hoodies, and have every girl stare at you in envy. Or wearing his baseball caps when you’re out sometimes.

Keeping up with his moodiness.

Teasing him about how you’d tell his friends that he secretly loves watching Disney movies with you.

Him bragging to his friends about how good you are in bed, and once you caught him and didn’t speak to him for a whole week and he was miserable. Incessant calls and messages, and begging for forgiveness.

Arguments leading to hardcore, hot sex where you’re both just fucking the frustration out of each other. Steve secretly liked you a little feisty. And you liked it when he was all rough and mean in bed.

Sitting on his lap, keeping his cock warm while he plays video games. And all the grunts and sighs of victory leaving his lips would only make you want to fuck him even more.

“Hey, sit still.” He’d whisper once he catches you trying to grind your hips against him.

You’d whine at how you were right on the edge; his cock stretching you out, snug inside you, throbbing in need against your walls. All you needed him to do is make you cum already. “Steve please.”

He’d chuckle and smirk. “No. You’ve been a brat all day. Bitching about how I don’t give you enough attention and I don’t care about you. And brats don’t get to cum so easily. Now sit still, I’ll be done in like half an hour or so.”

Okay but imagine fuckboy!steve being secretly a softie who loves cuddles and loves it when you baby him, shower him with cuddles and kisses. But then around his friends he’s that guy who pretends he’s all tough and manly.

But when he’s with you it’s all like; “What are you doing over there? Come here and give me cuddles, I’m cold.” He’d pout.

And you knew he was nothing but trouble, but you couldn’t get enough of him.

#steve rogers au #steve rogers smut #steve rogers headcanon #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers #marvel au #steve rogers x you

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neoheros · 4 years

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sneaking out headcanons feat. gym 3 squad ♡ — also this is all gonna be set in an au before or without the quarantine, so don’t leave your house please!! social distancing is important and people are dying!!

kuroo tetsuro

listen LISTEN

sneaking out is terrible and you should never do it because it’s dangerous and risky

and you as the woke and understanding gen z that you are definitely respected that

but , BUT , BUUUUT !

the minute your boyfriend snapped you a photo of him in his car with him rubbing his tired eyes captioned “couldn’t sleep, dreamt of u”

your morals were OUT THE WINDOW and now it was your turn >:// !!!

kuroo: i know it’s 4 am but what’re the chances you’d hop out for a quick trip to chick-fil-a 👉👈

you, purposely taking two minutes to reply: why are you still awake

kuroo, who knows you like the back of his hand: babe don’t lie to me, it’s embarrassing for the both of us x

so you agree !! because it was kuroo, the love of your life, the man you’d simp for, and he’s paying for food so hell fricken yeah

you throw on a hoodie, lock your doors, fluff up the bed to make it look like someone was sleeping in it just in case and you gently make your way towards your window

due to personal reasons, you want to pass away

you suddenly remember why you hated sneaking out and boy — the food kuroo was buying you better be worth it

the only way you were actually gonna get down from your two story house that idiotically doesn’t have a roof ledge was if you grab onto the tv satellite that latched by the sill

from your window you see kuroo’s car parked by the trash cans near your house and he’s got his windshield down signaling at you

mfer pulled out his phone from his pocket and waved as he zooms closer to your figure and he SMILED ?

you were in a dilemma?? and he had the audacity???? the fricken audacity???

kuroo, snapping you the vid he took: babe please you’re so cute you look like a tiny gremlin

you: had me in the first half, not gonna lie

it was a MOMENT for you !! but you just say what the hell and go for it anyways because you only live once apparently and sneaking out with your boyfriend at 4 am was better than sleeping

you grab onto the satellite ridge and you pray for mercy that it doesn’t make a sound or loosen up because if anyone found out you were doing this it was definitely kuroo’s ass on the line

while you’re struggling to get down, kuroo’s just in the car ??? laughing his ass off at your current state and you swear that he’s still taking photos

you get down on the cement safely and instead of him pulling up closer to your drive way naaaah he makes you walk to where he was at 😤

you, getting in the car: if i dump you by the end of tonight, just know that the only reason why i didn’t do it sooner is because i wanted food

kuroo, putting on your seatbelt: we’ll get back together in the morning, i’m not worried

so the two of you make your way to chick-fil-a, get food via drivethru and eat in the parking lot with the doors open and the windows down

he still looks very tired and before you even realize it it’s already 6 in the morning

you catch him yawn every few minutes and he always reassures you that he didn’t mind staying up this late :(

he’s baby

kuroo: lets get you home, are you gonna dump me yet?

you, kissing his cheek: no, i kinda love you

kuroo, less sleepy with a lazy smile on his face: aha simp

tsukishima kei

bro if you think he’s a goody two shoes boy who won’t ask you to sneak out at like 2 in the morning , you are so wrong

canonically, he is the most devious and logical character in the entire anime and if he wants to go out with you before the crack of dawn — he fricken will !!

he’s gonna be so sly about it too, nah, he gon make you think it’s your idea to sneak out

tsukki, texting you a tiktok of homemade shrimp rotini at 2:35 am: look what yamaguchi sent me

yamaguchi, who fell asleep three hours ago and absolutely is not in any state to send tiktoks:

so you’re there like ??????

bruv you were just tryna scroll through your twitter feed in peace, why the hell would he send you that like that’s so uncool

because now you were sleep deprived and hungry

you, close to tears: does your house in hell have a pool or

tsukishima, unnerved: i don’t like the concept of swimming

he’s gonna go on about how he didn’t realize what he did and how he’s kinda sorry for waking your hunger but you weren’t born yesterday !! you smelled BS !!

so you facetime him, ready to go off on how unsorry he is and you can already imagine the shit eating grin he must’ve had on

he answers after three rings and he’s in a MFING yellow hoodie with the dinosaur print in the middle, his hair neatly tucked and you just know that he’s got his keys on his fingertips

you, defeated: i’ve been played

tsukishima, heading out the front door: i deny all accusations

you’re not even upset though because this was a perfect opportunity to try the stability of your roof ledge and tbh? who wasn’t unreasonably hungry at 3 am

turns out climbing out your window was harder than you thought and you may or may not have gotten two new bruises on your wrist just by trying

safe to assume that you fell on your ass and since the universe has a particular hatred towards you, your boyfriend arrived at the perfect time to witness all of it

tsukishima: how are you gonna kiss me when you’re too busy kissing the ground

you, tears on your cheeks: if i wanted a bully instead of a boyfriend i would’ve SAID SO

when you get in his car, the first thing he does is ask if you’re okay though and he’s checking your wrists and hands for any scratches or bleeding because 🥺

tsukki: you’re such a clumsy idiot what the hell

tsukki, kicking down the pavement when you’re not paying attention: 💢🪓

you guys end up going to numerous places because most of the drivethrus in town were already closed

you see him get tired behind the steering wheel and you almost have the urge to offer to drive but you didn’t really feel like crashing his car any day soon so

you: lets just head to starbucks hm? get some coffee?

tsukishima, feeling bad because he knows you wanted to get food: we don’t have to

you, in love with him: if you say no i will willingly walk all the way to starbucks by myself , what , you think i won’t do it

so you guys go there and order a couple double shot espressos with a side of scones and muffins and the entire time you’re just trying not to shiver because name one starbucks you’ve been to that hasn’t been unreasonably cold huh i dare you

he notices this and he gives you his hoodie and ITS JUST THE SOFTEST THING OKAY BECAUSE HE’S COLD TOO BUT HE JUST WANTS YOU WARM

you: i knew it, you love me too huh 😌

tsukishima: unfortunately so

akaashi keiji

AKAASHI IS LEGALLY THE BEST BOYFRIEND IN THE WORLD !!

like he cannot be a bad boyfriend ?? it’s impossible for him to be so ?????? he’s just built that way ????

he’s the ultimate mixture of respect and self love , god was just like “let’s make this one perfect !!”

he’s DRIPPING in love each other juice and he eats kindness for breakfast so ha !

he physically cannot say no to you because he flat out adores you

( except when he feels like you’re wrong or being irrational to which he’ll politely correct you and educate you because that’s on what? that’s on having a healthy relationship ♡ )

so when you hit him up at 5:23 in the morning after a series of tiktoks that he has yet to see and react to you about, he’s kinda alarmed

but then again he’s also not ?? because let’s face it, at this point, he’s used to you spamming his inbox

the last thing you sent him two minutes ago was a text saying “bro just imagine this: you and me at a maccas drivethru with two oreo flurry’s and a box of 20 piece chicken nuggets — immaculate”

and you didn’t really expect him to reply?

it was five am and you were absolutely shit talking but when you saw his face time status go online you were just like ?????

akaashi, snapping you a pic of him under his covers with very tired eyes: it’s 5:27 am

you, sending him back a photo of you and the 2000 piece puzzle you spent the last two hours doing: that’s not a no 💅

he doesn’t reply and you’re not really upset by it because he probably just fell asleep and that was really cute to you so !!

but then two minutes later he’s facetiming you and you JUMP at the sudden ringing

he’s all tired and his voice is groggy and tight but he’s still smiling as he says “i’ll see you in ten”

YOU ARE !!!! PUMPED !!!!!

you won the boyfriend lottery , holy hell

now the only thing keeping you from seeing your man and the mcdonald’s sign was the eleven foot gap between your window and the solid concrete

you’d usually take the stairs but you just know that your mom would absolutely murder you for trying to sneak out when you should be asleep 💆‍♀️

it was either climbing out by clawing through the pipes or not being able to give akaashi a hug and you were not gonna let that second one happen

akaashi, after reading your two paragraph rant on how unnatural it was for your window to be that high: please be careful

you, haven’t slept in 32 hours: screw careful ! i embody elegance !!

in which elegance was screaming every time your pipes squeaked because dear mercy you did not want to die yet

akaashi, who just pulled up your drive way and is now seeing you almost fall to the ground:

you, on the verge of tears: please catch me

AND he does 🥺

it was a close call and he barely even made it to you when you chose to let go but HE DID ANYWAYS

you kinda fell on him rather than landing smoothly in his arms but that’s okay you were just glad you didn’t die

when you both get in his car, he just takes a hot sec to dust you off and ask if you’re okay and he’s so concerned please tell him you’re fine

he’s such a baby please i can’t believe this shit

the two of you end up in a mcdonald’s parking lot with doja cat blaring on the radio and you guys do your best to hold back your laughter as you eat

it was pretty cold and the sun was rising but honestly you couldn’t find the urge to care since the moment just felt so surreal

you: i’m sorry for waking you btw 🥺

akaashi, showing you his new lock screen which is the picture he took of you when he first saw you climb out the window:

you: i’m less sorry

bokuto koutaro

BOYFRIEND OF THE MFING YEAR

i accept no arguments, go cry about it

i literally don’t care what anyone has to say, bokuto is the only man ever ? he’s so deserving of every right on earth i’ll cry

the way that this is the third night in a row he’s stayed up til 4 am and he’s not even alarmed about it

like at this point he’s just accepted that he is nocturnal and that’s that on that !

before he actually had the idea to ask you to sneak out for him, he debated whether or not it was worth it

you needed sleep and you barely got any so when he knew you were resting he absolutely refused to message you :(

but then he also thought about how you would love to have a large dunkin iced coffee right now

and he was already getting ready for his morning fix so why not just ask harmlessly?

if you weren’t going to respond then he’d be okay with that because he knew that you were resting well

but if you were going to answer his consecutive texts with a positive reply then HE IS 🥺 over the moon

you, barely awake: can we get a venti triple shot latté instead , my caffeine tolerance is SHOT

bokuto, snapping you back within a minute: babe you are delusional if you think i’m gonna let you drink that

so it’s 5 am and your parents are in the other room asleep but you know that their jobs start pretty early so you had to get a move on

your room wasn’t that high from the ground to be honest, so you weren’t really worried about falling off

what you were worried about was how dizzy and out of depth the melatonin gummies made you because in order to fall asleep you took 3 and now that you basically forced yourself out of a self induced coma, your body was on the verge of passing away

bokuto tells you that he doesn’t mind if you’re not up for the trip and he’d just bring you back your coffee BUT NAH

you’re not a quitter 🤬 you miss your boyfriend and you are gonna do whatever it takes to spend some quality morning time with him !!!!!

so you throw on a proper outfit, make your way through your window and gently do your best to refrain from yelping every time your hand would slip from the railing that’s keeping your balance

bokuto, pulling up seeing you on your roof: you’re so strong 🥺👉👈

you, barely alive: all for you baby ❤️

he helps you get down from where you stood and he had the prettiest smile on earth i SWEAR when you immediately sank in his cold chest

he apologizes for making you sneak out like that BUT NUH UH YOU DO NOT LET HIM

he is a gift !!! and you knew how tired he must’ve been too since he kept yawning but he still took the time and energy to pick you up 🥺

he fastens your seatbelt in the car and puts the windows up because he knew that the air would get in your face and you didn’t like that

he even brought you a spare hoodie of his because he remembered how much you swooned over this particular fabric

bokuto: we’ll get you some coffee but you can sleep while i drive, ok babe?

you, trying not to cry: are you single because i really want to kiss you

bokuto, kissing your cheek: i’m dating someone i’m sorry

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