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The Arms of Survival

Warnings - General zombie stuff, (minimal) gore

It was the dead of night, and the air was thick with tension and the smell of decay. The remnants of the high school were eerily silent, save for the occasional groan of a zombie shuffling in the distance. You sat with your knees pulled up to your chest, back pressed against a cold concrete wall. The flickering light of a nearly dead flashlight barely illuminated the room, but it was enough to catch the blood-stained walls and the exhaustion etched onto everyone’s faces.

And then there was Su-hyeok.

He sat just a few feet away, his broad shoulders hunched as he cleaned off his makeshift weapon. His jaw was set, and his eyes darted to the boarded-up windows every few seconds, always alert. You’d noticed that about him—even in the midst of chaos, he never truly relaxed. He was always watching, always ready to protect the group. And, more often than not, he’d positioned himself close to you. It wasn’t something he announced or even seemed to realize, but you’d noticed. You always noticed him.

You’d met Su-hyeok on the first day of the outbreak. He’d saved you from a narrow escape in one of the science labs, grabbing your hand and pulling you away just as a zombie lunged. Since then, you’d stuck together like glue. Maybe it was because you trusted him, or maybe it was because, deep down, you felt safer with him than with anyone else.

“You should try to get some rest,” Su-hyeok said, his voice breaking through the silence. His eyes met yours, and for a moment, the tension in the air seemed to soften. “I’ll keep watch.”

You shook your head, your voice barely above a whisper. “I can’t. Every time I close my eyes, I see them.”

He didn’t ask who you meant. He didn’t need to. Everyone had lost someone. Family, friends, classmates. The weight of it hung over all of you like a storm cloud that refused to break.

“Come here,” he said, patting the space beside him. His voice was gentle, but there was an edge of firmness that made it clear he wouldn’t take no for an answer.

You hesitated for a moment before scooting closer. The warmth of his presence was immediate, a stark contrast to the cold, desolate room. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you against his side. It was the first time he’d touched you like this, and despite the circumstances, your heart fluttered.

“You’re not alone,” he said quietly, his voice barely more than a murmur. “I’m here. As long as I’m breathing, I’ll keep you safe.”

The words hit you harder than you expected. In a world that had become so cruel and unpredictable, his promise felt like a lifeline. You didn’t realize you were crying until he tilted your chin up to look at you. His thumb brushed away a tear, and the tenderness in his gaze made your chest ache.

“I mean it,” he said, his brow furrowing slightly. “You don’t have to be strong all the time. Let me carry some of it for you.”

For the first time in days, you allowed yourself to lean into someone else. You rested your head against his shoulder, your eyes closing as the exhaustion finally caught up to you. His hand stayed on your shoulder, grounding you, and for the first time in what felt like forever, you felt safe enough to sleep.

The next day, the group decided to move. The zombies were getting closer, and the makeshift barricades wouldn’t hold for much longer. Su-hyeok stayed by your side as you navigated the crumbling hallways, his hand brushing yours every so often as if to reassure himself that you were still there.

It wasn’t long before disaster struck.

A group of zombies had broken through the glass windows of the classroom, and they came at you faster than you’d expected. Everyone scattered, shouting warnings and grabbing whatever they could use as weapons. Su-hyeok immediately stepped in front of you, his arm outstretched as if to shield you from the sight.

“Stay behind me!” he shouted, swinging his weapon with practiced precision. Each strike was calculated, efficient, and you couldn’t help but marvel at his ability to stay calm under pressure.

But then one of the zombies lunged from the side, and you didn’t have time to think. You grabbed a metal pipe from the ground and swung with all your might, the force of the impact sending the zombie sprawling. Your heart was racing, adrenaline pumping through your veins, but you barely had a moment to process what had happened before Su-hyeok was in front of you again.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his eyes scanning you for injuries.

You nodded, your grip on the pipe tightening. “I’m fine. Let’s just keep moving.”

He hesitated, clearly wanting to say more, but the growing sounds of the horde left no time for discussion. Together, you pushed forward, reuniting with the rest of the group in a small, abandoned classroom. The door was barricaded quickly, and everyone slumped against the walls, catching their breath.

Su-hyeok crouched in front of you, his hands resting on your knees. “You scared me back there,” he admitted, his voice low enough that only you could hear. “Don’t do that again.”

“Do what? Save your life?” you shot back, a weak attempt at humor to mask the fear still coursing through you.

He didn’t laugh. Instead, he reached up to brush a stray strand of hair from your face, his fingers lingering just a moment too long. “Just stay close to me,” he said. “Please.”

That night, the group decided to take shifts keeping watch. Su-hyeok volunteered for the first shift, and you found yourself sitting beside him once again. The room was quiet, the only sounds the distant groans of the undead and the occasional creak of the building settling.

“You should be resting,” he said, his voice soft but firm.

“So should you,” you countered, earning a small smile from him.

“Fair point,” he said, leaning back against the wall. For a moment, neither of you spoke, the silence stretching out between you. But it wasn’t uncomfortable. If anything, it felt... peaceful. Like a brief moment of normalcy in a world that had been turned upside down.

“Why are you so nice to me?” you asked suddenly, the question slipping out before you could stop it.

He turned to look at you, his expression unreadable. “What do you mean?”

“You’re always looking out for me. Protecting me. I mean, you barely even know me.”

His gaze softened, and he let out a quiet sigh. “Maybe it’s because you remind me that there’s still something worth fighting for,” he said. “Something good. When I’m with you, it feels like... like maybe we can make it out of this.”

Your breath caught in your throat at his words. There was an earnestness in his voice that left no room for doubt. He meant every word.

“Su-hyeok...” you began, but before you could say anything else, he reached out and took your hand in his. His grip was warm, steady, and you found yourself holding on just as tightly.

“We’re going to survive this,” he said, his eyes locked onto yours. “Together.”

In that moment, with his hand in yours and the weight of his promise hanging in the air, you believed him.

The next few days were a blur of chaos and close calls. The group continued to dwindle, and each loss weighed heavily on everyone. But through it all, Su-hyeok never left your side. He was your anchor, your constant in a world that seemed determined to tear you apart.

One night, after narrowly escaping yet another horde, you found yourselves alone in a small storage room. The rest of the group had split up to search for supplies, leaving you and Su-hyeok with a rare moment of (somewhat) privacy.

You sank to the floor, your back against a shelf, and let out a shaky breath. “I don’t know how much more of this I can take,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Su-hyeok crouched in front of you, his hands resting on your knees. “Hey,” he said softly, tilting your chin up so you were looking at him. “You’re stronger than you think.”

“I don’t feel strong,” you said, your voice breaking. “I feel scared. All the time.”

“That’s okay,” he said. “Being scared doesn’t mean you’re not strong. It means you care. It means you’re human.”

You closed your eyes, tears slipping down your cheeks. Before you knew it, Su-hyeok had pulled you into his arms, holding you close. His embrace was firm, steady, and you clung to him like a lifeline.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured, his hand gently rubbing your back. “I’ve got you.”

For the first time in what felt like forever, you allowed yourself to break. To cry. To let out all the fear and grief and pain you’d been holding inside. And through it all, Suhyeok held you, his presence grounding you in a way nothing else could.

When your sobs finally subsided, he pulled back just enough to look at you. His hand came up to brush a tear from your cheek, and his gaze was so full of warmth and affection that it took your breath away.

“You’re not alone,” he said softly. “As long as I’m here, you’ll never be alone.”

Before you could stop yourself, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his. The kiss was soft, tentative, but it carried all the emotions you’d been too afraid to put into words. For a moment, the world outside ceased to exist. There was no danger, no fear. Just you and Su-hyeok, and the promise of something worth fighting for.

When you finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, a small smile tugging at his lips. “We’re going to get through this,” he said, his voice filled with quiet determination. “Together.”

And for the first time in days, you believed him.

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약한영웅 characters when you cry while patching them up ˳ ۫ 𓈅

includes class 2 + suho 𔓕 gn!reader 𔓕 w.c 3.4k+

genres — established relationship, fluff, hurt / comfort

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warnings. mentions of blood, injuries, bruises, dacryphilia (?), canon-typical violence.

──────── ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ yeon sieun

Baku had called you, his voice was weighed with worry as he told you Sieun was hurt badly and unconscious. Your heart had sunk right there, the world had become blurry. Everything that came out of Baku’s mouth through the phone sounded so far away, as if someone had put your head underwater. you had felt like your legs would give up any second.

You had rushed with some first aid to Eunjang right away, fighting the fidgety feeling and anxiety you felt the entire bus ride. When you reached the secret hangout room you found three of the four boys hurt, one of them— your Sieun, lying down, and unconscious.

You had questioned and scolded them but they knew your anger came from a place of concern. Juntae had said that he and Gotak were fine, he had half-lied. All three of them had come to some unspoken agreement to leave you with Sieun alone to patch him up.

Your chest tightens as you settle near Sieun, slowly moving his hair out of his forehead to look at his wounds. Red bruises abloom on both his cheeks and forehead, gashes on both his cheek bones and a busted lip— just what was he upto?

You start by cleaning his chin and hands with wet wipes. You then disinfect his face and forehead, your breathing becomes heavier. You don't know how to clean his lips properly, after all you're not a medical professional, so you just opt to clean the area around his mouth properly. Your eyes start to burn a little, your heart is getting heavier each passing second.

Sieun’s eyes flicker open, his gaze is far away but he soon notices your presence, you are trying to rip a bandaid out of its packaging. He calls out your name, his voice is shaky and hoarse.

You turn towards him, a wave of relief washing over you as you notice him awake. He tries to get up but you push him down to rest, your attempts are futile as he sits straight anyway. He looks dazed.

“Sieun-ah,” You say, you don't add anything else, unable to think of a proper statement. Your eyes start to burn again, you try to blink it away but instead tears start to trail down your cheek. Sieun mirrors your expression. His eyes redden as tears collect.

“I’m sorry.” He utters, raw and pained. Your chest tightens and a lump forms in your throat.

“It’s okay, I am here now.” You breathe out, your voice is weak despite nothing being okay, you try to be strong.

“No, no, I am sorry.” His words are a little slurred and drawled as repeats. You take his hand in your own, holding it gently, you start to run your fingers over his hand in soothing motions. Your touch is feather light, as if you're afraid that you'll break Sieun. He stops you and grips your fingers lightly with his own, signaling for you to respond. Your vision is getting a little blurred but you hold it in for Sieun’s sake.

“Okay.” You say, your voice is weak. “I accept your apology. Now, let me put this bandaid on you.”

Sieun switches from holding your hand to gripping your sleeve between his fingers. You peel off the wrapper and put the bandaid on his cheekbone gently. Sieun’s eyes start to water. You wipe them with the back of your fingers before they can fall past his under eyes.

“They… your tears… they will burn your wounds. So, stop, okay? There's no need to cry, okay? I am here now.” You speak softly.

You usher him to lay down, his hand holding onto yours firmly. He does not want to let you go. You bring his hand towards your face and press a faint kiss on the back of his hand. His grip loosens slightly as he passes out again.

──────── ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ahn suho

To say you were pissed would be an understatement. You were beyond angry at this point. As you put a dressing on his forearm, Suho finally breaks the silence.

“Wanna go to noraebang?” Typical Suho. Typical Suho behaviour. Always trying to change the topic.

“No.” You say.

“C’mon, I’ll take you to eat ice-cream after.” He tries to persuade you, taking your hands in his own, entwining softly. Subtly indicating that he doesn't want to talk about this, trying to put on an act to pretend that this never happened.

“No.” You repeat standing your ground.

He pouts as you retreat your hands and continue to apply ointment on his scratches.

“No use in pouting. I thought you were over this shit, beating up people and getting hurt.”

He doesn't respond so you refuse to meet his eyes. You start to apply some gel on the scratches of his face and he starts to pucker his lips, asking for a kiss. You put your palm on his lips.

“Stop it.” He licks your palm instead—? You withdraw your hand and smack him.

Wiping your hand with his uniform, you go back to applying the gel. Suho realises you're both awfully close, your face near his own. He looks at you, your face, how you have a little pout and how your eyebrows are furrowed as you delicately apply the ointment on him.

He notices how your lips tremble a little and your eyes are blinking a lot. Are you holding in your tears?

“Hey.” He holds your wrist. “I’m–”

“What?” You finally break– tears brim and fall out of your eyes. This time, you pretend. You pretend that you are not crying. You try to go back to patching him but his hold on your wrists is too strong.

“Hey, hey.” He utters softly, his voice sounds apologetic.“I’m… sorry. I know I told you I won't do this anymore but… it just happened.”

You bite the insides of your cheeks avoiding his gaze and silently sniffle and Suho’s heart breaks.

“Oh my.” He mutters under his breath, his hands quickly reach your face, palms holding your face like you were some fragile porcelain. His thumbs wipe your tears tenderly.

“I’m sorry, Y/n-ssi.” And with that, he kisses your nose. “It won't… I'll try to make sure it does not happen again.” He kisses your forehead next. “So, now please,” He kisses your philtrum, “Please, stop crying. It breaks my heart to see you like this.”

He continues to kiss your face until you break into giggles.

──────── ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ seo juntae

Juntae looks at you like a puppy kicked by a human, eyes downcast and filled with tears, feeling as though it was something that was his mistake. His eyes don't leave your hands.

You are fuming. Brows furrowed together, you are taking long breaths to calm yourself down. You angrily rip off a medicine’s covering and Juntae gulps.

You turn your face towards him and he looks at you and then, quickly looks away. He feels guilty.

You both are on a bench in a park near the pharmacy you just visited. Juntae got beat up by some bullies and you had dragged him to the pharmacy despite him saying it was okay.

Juntae wonders if you're mad at him. You're not. You know that.

You take off his glasses, gently putting them away. You start to dab away the dirt and blood from his face, your touches are feather light. He winces. He thinks it ticked you off because you stop and discard the cotton ball.

“I know… that it hurts you every time I get…hurt. I'm sorry.” He says, you look away. He's afraid he might lose you if this continues, he doesn't want that to happen ever. He holds your hands, clasping your fingers with his own.

“Please don't be mad at me.” It breaks something inside of you.

Your anger melts and turns into something else. It turns into the tears in your eyes, you hold them in. Your nose feels tingly and your mouth feels strangely wet. Your lips are pursed, you are taking in his words, letting them settle in your mind. They feel heavy. You take a deep breath as the tears threaten to fall. You face him again.

This time the look in your face is not of annoyance but of hurt, your brows are no longer furrowed together, your eyelashes are wet with tears that might fall any second. Juntae feels guilty.

“I am not mad at you.” You say and then it happens. The tears start to cascade down slowly. Juntae’s lips quiver. You take your hands back and wipe your tears.

“I don't know why you think I'm mad at you. I'm just… frustrated about this situation. I worry for you, Juntae-ya. Every few days you show up with these new wounds and bruises, I feel sad. I don't know what you're up to, but…” You stop as you don't know what to say.

Juntae feels as if his insides got ripped out and seared, his eyes start to water instantly at this sight. Just how could he be the reason of your tears?

His hand reaches out hesitant towards you, shaking a little and it finally finds your back. He starts to rub you with one hand and takes out a napkin with another. He uses it to wipe your tears.

“I…am sorry. Please don't cry.”

──────── ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ go ‘gotak’ hyuntak

“Does it cost money to be careful?” You mumble under your breath but they're still loud enough to be heard by Hyuntak. You did it intentionally.

“What? Aren't I supposed to be the one nagging you?” He sounds offended. “And if it really did cost money, you’d be evading–” You respond with a smack on the top of his head before he can even finish.

“Beggars can't be choosers.” You confuse him.

“That's literally not how the saying works. Ah–” You're now pulling his right ear.

“Can you stop abusing me?” He grumbles.

“Can you stop abusing me?” You mock him snottily.

Gotak realises there's no point in arguing with you further so he doesn't say anything. Instead, he looks away as you work on patching him up. You put gauze around his arm and some bandaids over his knuckles. You soon start to clean his face and that's when he finally turns towards you.

A q-tip is between your thumb and index finger layered with some gel, you're gently applying it to the corner of Gotak’s lips. He suddenly becomes hyper-aware about everything and his skin prickles with goosebumps.

Gotak realises that your sole focus is on his lips and blood rushes to his face, his ears reddening with every passing second. This close proximity isn't something that's rare but it's something that's not frequent either. Your dynamic has always been like this—too shy to be close and too committed to be farther than an arm’s distance.

Gotak takes in your features. Your eyes are glassy but focused on his lips and your nose seems a little red. Your bottom lip is between your teeth to stop it from trembling. You look like you're on the verge of crying. Shit.

“So, um…” Gotak starts, his intention is to distract you so you don't end up actually crying.

You hum in response. You finish up taking care of his lip and put away the q-tip in a plastic bag. Gotak looks at you, unable to muster up his words. He should’ve thought before starting to speak!

“So, yeah.”

You look at him incredulously, eyebrows raised but eyes still glassy, tears still sticking to your lashes.

“What?” You say.

You hear Gotak mumble a small Fuck this before he pulls you into his arms. One of his hands snakes through your back to your head, holding it gently. Gotak starts to pat you slowly. He then kisses the crown of your head.

“I’ll be careful next time.”

“Yeah. You better be.”

──────── ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ park 'baku' humin

Baku had showed up to your home bloodied and bruised with his stupid injuries and wounds. You had led him to your living room, your parents weren't home fortunately. You wouldn't have to explain why there was a badly beat up boy in your living space.

This brings you to your current predicament— crouched in front of Baku as he sat on the sofa, cleaning the dried blood clinging to his knuckles. You work in silence and Baku lets you. He doesn't speak and neither do you. You don't ask or question. He doesn't tell you what happened.

But the silence is oh so suffocating. There is a lump in your throat that won't go down now matter how much you swallow and tears are pricking the inner corners of your eyes. After you're done cleaning his hands you settle yourself on the sofa and start to clean his face.

Baku is strong, that is a fact. He never loses, that is another fact. But he is not invincible or immune to getting hurt. He bleeds and bruises just like everyone else. He feels pain too. That is evident in how he winces when you apply cream on his knuckles before you put on a bandaid. That is also evident in the way he hisses in pain when you dab the cut on his face with a cotton ball covered in disinfectant.

It is also evident in the way his heart aches when he notices your hands trembling and your eyes watering. You sniffle involuntarily. Baku wants to scratch his face. His eyes become glassy.

He calls out your name delicately as if it was a glass sculpture that could break if his voice was any louder.

And your tears spill. You bite your bottom lip to try and hold it in but there's no use.

Humin takes the cotton ball from your hand and places it on the center table. His hands wrap around your torso and he pulls you into his embrace. No words are exchanged. Sometimes, words aren't needed to communicate. Actions are enough.

With your head on his chest and his arms around you firmly, he pulls you under his chin. He lets you cry it out. You must be scared after seeing him hurt so badly.

He starts to run soothing circles on your back with his hand until you calm down.

“I’m sorry.” He says finally breaking the silence. “I won't get hurt this badly next time.”

“So you plan on getting hurt again?”

──────── ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ geum seongje

You are everything Geum Seongje is not– quiet, kind and gentle. Maybe that's why you're both together. Opposites attract or something.

But Outside Geum Seongje is different from Inside Geum Seongje. Inside Geum Seongje is reserved just for you. His words don't bite and he kisses with his lips instead of his fists. His eyes don't carry that crazed look, but a look of comfort and relaxation. He's not the adrenaline crazy wolf but a person who seeks softness and love.

One might think Seongje is the antonym of words like love, gentleness, kindness, softness etc. but that would be false. Seongje loves in his own way. He is cruel, yes, but there is certain gentleness when he pulls you into hugs. Geum Seongje knows mercy too. He is not soft like others but his edges and sharpness dull a little every time he's with you.

Maybe that's why he always seeks for you when he's injured. You offer him a quiet haven in your heart for nothing in exchange. You don't judge him. You don't ask questions. You don't look at him with fear or inferiority.

That's why he always crashes at your apartment after a big fight. You patch him up and offer him a warm meal. You offer him warmth no one else ever does.

Seongje looks at you confused. Your eyes are red and flowing with tears as you clean his bloodied knuckles. He does not understand why you're crying. But you look pretty, he doesn't want to question anything.

“I won, you know.” He breaks the silence.

“Yeah, I know.” You say, holding in a sniffle.

“So why are you crying?”

“Because you're hurt?”

Bloodied knuckles, busted lip, a black eye and different reds blooming under his skin on his body.

“You lack a sense of self preservation.” Seongje doesn't reply, he just studies your features. There's something unreadable in his expression. He silently acknowledges what you said as true. He doesn't know what to do when you sniffle and when your tears don't stop.

When you're finally done patching him up, you get up. He holds your wrist.

“The vegetables will get charred.” You say referring to the veggies on the pan you left unattended to focus on Seongje.

“Stay.” The ‘Please’ is left unsaid.

──────── ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ na baekjin

It isn't common for Baekjin to get into fights. And it is more uncommon for him to come back scathed– you see, Baekjin doesn't get his hands dirty. He rarely does so. And it's rarer for him to get hurt. His moves are always calculated and precise, there's no room for surprises or to get hurt for that matter.

So it is quite a moment when Baekjin enters his office with a gash along his cheek, walks towards his desk and crouches down to pull out a first aid box and puts it in front of you on the glass table, calmly. You look at him dumbly.

“Like am I…?” You start but then trail off, because obviously, he meant for you to patch him up.

“I don't see a mirror in here.” Whoa, Na Baekjin can be sarcastic if he wants.

“Then sit down, sir.” And with that Baekjin settles down next to you on the black leather couch of his modest office.

There's distance between you, you gesture with your hands for him to come closer and he follows. You break the distance between you both by pulling his face closer to yourself to inspect his cut and Baekjin notices how your face curls up in pain.

“You’re lucky it wasn't that deep. You’d have to get stitches on your pretty face.” Baekjin doesn't respond to your statement, but his gaze softens. A little smile forms on his face but it dissolves right away.

You start by wiping off the blood that trickled down towards his jaw and Baekjin closes his eyes—feeling your soft touches. One of your hands holding his face while the other wipes away the blood, there is a certain domesticity to this which he cherishes. Not that he would admit out loud. But it's evident in how his shoulders relax a little when you're nearby and how his fingers always try to find yours in the quiet moments when you're alone.

For a second, Baekjin wonders if it was not for the Union, would you two get to be normal? Act like those schoolmates who are dating— holding hands in the hallways, holding hands under the table in the cafeteria and sneaking off to the secluded corners of the school to make out.

He is pulled out of his thoughts when you say something, your voice sounds a little shaky and weak.

“I won't use the disinfectant, it’ll burn too much, so I'll use this cream… instead.”

He sees your eyes brimmed with tears, eyelashes heavy with tears weighing them down. His gaze softens.

“You are crying.” He says in a matter-of-fact tone.

“I am not! Atleast, not yet.”

“You worry for me too much.”

“You say it like it's a bad thing.” Your tears fall.

Ok, fair enough, Baekjin thinks. You're the only one who can get him tongue tied. If he can worry for you, then you can too.

He wipes the tears with the back of his hands, his touch is tender. You hold onto his hand, not letting him take it back, leaning into his touch.

“I love you.” You sniffle. His thumb rubs away another tear.

“I know. I love you too. I won't get hurt again.” He says. His voice doesn't have the edge he uses with others. A special voice just for you.

His gravity pulls you closer, heads tilting in unison, just a few centimetres apar–

A knock and the door opens.

“Am I interrupting something?” Geum Seongje. Motherfucker.

You groan.

Baekjin sighs.

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Warnings - None.

Si-Eun

Lends you his hoodies, often making sure that he has gently worn it first so it smells like him. He also leaves notes in the pockets sometimes so you can find them later. Usually they just say something like “There’s no rush to give it back.” Or, he simply draws a little heart on a small folded up piece of paper.

Whether you’re standing or sitting together, he does it close enough to you so at least some part of you is touching. Sieun isn’t always affectionate, but he does like to have that little bit of contact with you in most settings.

If he wants to see you, he calls and just says “I miss you.” Good luck getting anything more than that out of him though lol.

He enjoys music and makes playlists for you based on either songs that he thinks you’ll like, or songs that make him think of you.

Especially if you’re tired or upset, he lets you rest your head on his shoulder. He is careful to be still and not make any movements (or say anything) that might deter you from leaning on him. He shows his support in quiet ways.

Sien has a habit of telling you “It’s okay” a lot because he never wants you to feel like you’re being too much for him or that mistakes you make hold any real weight. 

He gives you somewhat of a ‘heads up’ when his dad isn’t going to be home for longer periods of time so you feel more encouraged/comfortable visiting him. He definitely drops subtle hints that he wants you to come around.

It doesn’t matter if you’re paying attention or not. Sieun is always staring at/watching you and doesn’t get intimidated if you catch him in the act. 

This boy literally has a designated, tiny little notebook that he keeps on him at all times so he can record and take notes about things that you say. You might talk about things that you like or need, even places you want to visit. He writes it all down (but this he does in secret).

He is not above doing your homework for you if you’re exhausted or not feeling well.

♡

Baku

He is always taking pictures of you with his phone. Half the time, you don’t even know he’s doing it. His camera roll is just full of pics- ranging from you posing on dates, to candid off-guard shots where you’re partially blurry. Lol he doesn’t care, he keeps them all. And late at night when he can’t sleep, he just scrolls through them with a big cheesy grin.

Constantly showers you with compliments and tells you every day how perfect he thinks you are. It’s always something like “My baby looks so pretty today.”

Sometimes, he really plays up the drama and will pretend that he’s burning up as you walk into the room. He pulls at his collar and swipes his brow, faking being out of breath as he says “You’re just too hot. I can’t stand it.”

Baku frequently tells you that he’s proud of you and praises you for any little accomplishment.

Introduces you to his friends and people on his team because he is so proud that you’re his and he wants everyone to know.

Any time he wins some sort of award for sports, he runs straight to you to show you and let you hold onto it for him. He likes sharing his passions with you and wants you to have pride in him as well.

Because he is strong, he can literally sweep you off your feet and likes doing it to surprise you/make you laugh. 

He got you flowers once for your birthday and adored your reaction to them so much that he now just buys them for you randomly. In his mind, there doesn’t have to be an occasion to celebrate you.

Cooks chicken just for you at his dad’s restaurant. He even lets you watch him do it and jokes that “There’s nothing I’m not good at.”

Sings to you to cheer you up, often in a goofy way. But he’s actually a good singer and sometimes uses it to his advantage so he can soothe you or lull you to sleep.

♡

Hyun-Tak

He is attentive to how you’re feeling. If he senses you’re cold, he gives you his jacket. If you’re hot, he’s running to a convenience store to buy you a cold drink or is looking for something to use so you can tie your hair up. He just knows and does whatever he can to remedy situations.

Tells you he loves you at the most random times ever. You could be brushing your teeth and he just looks at you in awe and says it out of nowhere.

If you tell him you can’t hang out because you have chores or important things to do, he offers to do them with/for you. He just wants to be with you, no matter what you’re doing.

Hyuntak never shows up to meet you empty handed. He always has one of your favorite snacks on him. 

Every single day, he sends you a good morning/goodnight text. He wants to be the first and last person that you talk to and tries to check on you throughout the day too. On days that he doesn’t get to see you, he insists that you Facetime.

He’s really good at planning dates, even down to the details like weather, times, and what he thinks you should wear (likes to try to coordinate couple outfits too). He reminds you to wear sunscreen, bring a jacket, or not fill up on snacks so you can enjoy the meal he has planned.

If you’re parting ways for the day and kiss each other goodbye, he always asks for “just one more”... and another, and another until you’re giggling and swatting him away.

Hyuntak comes up with silly nicknames for you based on what you look like, how you act, etc. For example, if you have a ‘bunny’ face (see korean animal face types), he calls you something like “my little fuzzy bunny”, “baby bunny”, “bun bun”. Depending on what it is, he might only call you it in private lol.

Gives you piggy back rides whenever you want.

Makes it a point to learn about your friends and family to not just get to know you, but know them too. He wants to be involved in all aspects of your life.

♡

Jun-Tae

He refuses to let you tie your own shoelaces lol. Even if you’re already halfway crouched, he’s pulling you back up and getting on a knee before you can protest.

Goes out of his way to smooth down your hair or pick lint off of your clothes. He notices all of the small details.

You already know, Juntae is all about buying vitamins and things of that nature for you. He knows so much about ways to maintain health and just wants to take care of you! Of course, this also means that he is the best caretaker when you are sick or injured.

Consent KING!! He always asks before making any sort of move on you. “Can I kiss you? Can we hold hands? Do you want a hug?” His ultimate goal is for you to be comfortable around him.

Loves to hold your hand and kiss the back of it while your fingers are still interlocked.

Lets you borrow absolutely anything of his; whether it be a manga, a shirt, money, gum, etc. Half the time, he probably tells you to just keep it cause he thinks that his job is to help provide anything and everything you need as long as he is able.

Shares his favorite book/movie/show characters with you and gives you recommendations for media that he thinks you would enjoy. To him, it’s important that both of you talk about and exchange things that you’re passionate about.

This would definitely happen in more of a private place; he might be too shy to do it in front of anyone else. But Juntae gives the best head scratches and back scratches. Something about his light, gentle touch brings you so much comfort. And he can do it for hours, not stopping even if you totally fall asleep. 

Lets you pick off of his plate or he takes some of his food and puts it onto yours, especially if he wants you to have more of a certain food that you like to eat. 

Is the type to use his hand to prevent you from bumping your head on hard surfaces. Also is a chivalrous king and opens/holds doors for you.

♡

Seong-Je

Sometimes, if he’s in a particularly good mood, he lets you win the online game you’re playing with him.

Lowkey fucks with you, teasing you by tapping one shoulder to make you look behind it- only for you to see that he’s not there and he is instead smirking behind the other shoulder.

He doesn’t give them often, and definitely not in front of anyone else. But Seongje does give you forehead kisses. Typically they’re pretty quick, almost as if he’s embarrassed. But sometimes he just can’t help himself.

He makes you install an app on your phone so he can always see what your location is. He doesn’t like feeling like he’s tethered on a leash, so he probably wouldn’t allow you to ask the same of him. Although, he does regularly give you the courtesy of verbally letting you know where he is going to be because he wants you to be able to find him if you need him. 

He sometimes puts his glasses on you just to tease you about how funny and cute you look in them. He mayyy or may not also take a picture of you like that and use it for your contact photo in his phone (don’t tell him I told you that).

Shockingly, he is pretty good at remembering things you tell him. It’s not all the time that he’s actually doing anything with the information he retains, but he does surprise you by recalling details you hadn’t expected him to care about.

If you feel unsafe for any reason and want him to stay with you, he will. He’ll stay the whole night if that’s what you want. He has a certain pride in being someone that you look to for protection.

He looks out for you by telling you things like “Don’t stay up too late”, “Don’t skip dinner”, or “Go straight home.” 

He absolutely will complain about you asking him to carry your backpack, phone, etc. But in the same breath he’s also saying, “Just give it to me.”

Is open about how much money he makes from all of his ‘jobs’ and tells you to let him know if there’s anything that you want him to buy for you. He doesn’t mind getting stuff for you here and there.

♡

Baek-Jin

He’s a busy guy, to say the least. So as much as he tries to nourish your relationship with real dates, sometimes he has to spend time with you during the more mundane parts of his life. That means he invites you to study, or even just spend the night with him so he can have eight uninterrupted hours with you somehow.

Tells you things when you’re asleep that he feels unable to say when you’re awake. It’s just easier for him to express himself in a way that isn’t as vulnerable. “You have no idea what you mean to me” or “I hope that on the other side of this, you will still be with me.”

It’s a very cute gesture that he would only ever do for you, but he makes pinky promises. And one thing is for sure: he never breaks a pinky promise he has with you. Usually, he promises something simple like going on at least one date a week. But sometimes, it’s more serious and he swears that he won’t get hurt or something of that nature.

Baekjin is also always 100% honest with you. He sees no reason not to be fully transparent unless it is to protect you from something that you don’t need to know about. But he is loyal, faithful, and focused on doing what he is able to do in order to keep you happy.

He does his best to give you his undivided attention, but sometimes you do have to ask for it. Since he has so much going on, it might take a simple “Baekjin, I need you right now” before he is pushing everything aside and prioritizing your wellbeing.

When he can’t keep an eye on you himself, he has some of his men do it and report back to him. But they are under strict orders not to disturb you or let you know that you’re being watched.

He personally escorts you home as often as he can. Additionally, he is very protective and walks on the sidewalk closest to the street, always with a hand on the small of your back.

He gives hugs where one arm is wrapped around your waist and his other hand reaches up to cradle the back of your head. Depending on the day, his hugs are longer lasting. As for kisses, he lightly grabs your chin and looks into your eyes for a moment before connecting his lips with yours.

More common than his hugs and kisses, he likes to pet your head or run his hand down your back, your arm, etc. It’s a simpler form of affection that is easier for him to give, but it still says a lot.

He tells you often that he wishes for you to live as normal of a life as possible. You may have chosen him as your partner, which comes with its own unique set of challenges purely because of the business he's involved with. But he stresses that you should still have your own aspirations and healthy things that you want to do with your life.

🍒💋🍒 ˖ ࣪⊹ — ‘CHERRY FLAVORED’

pairing: ethan landry x reader

summary: at a halloween party you and ethan get to talking and drinking, both of you only focused on each other’s cherry flavored lips

author’s note: thank you so much for the appreciation in my last two ethan fics!! also what the fuck was ethan even dressed up as… (this was originally gonna be based off of the nbhd song ‘cherry flavored’ but i got lazy) 👋👋

you licked your lips before coating your lips with another layer of cherry-flavored lip gloss. “are you ready yet?” tara asked from the other room. you grabbed your just-finished charged phone and checked your reflection in the mirror before getting up from your vanity and meeting tara by the front door.

“ok im all good,” your eyes traveled up to tara’s costume. she was dressed up as a pirate and honestly best choice of the year.

“you look really good what the fuck,” you expressed and gave her a few up and down looks. a smile crept up her face and you could tell she appreciated your comment, “oh shut up, you’re pretending that you dont look like the hottest babe on the planet!”

she put her hands up and presented you in your costume. you were dressed up as an angel because you had a white dress lying around and got this last minute invite by chad a few hours ago.

everyone knew chad’s crush on tara so you had to force her to come with you. you liked acting like a little matchmaker for your friends and no one could disagree that they would look so cute together.

mindy and anika picked you two up and in around fifteen minutes, the party was in sight.

“ok so we’re totally getting wasted tonight,” tara mentioned as she looked around the light up house surrounded by blasting music. you rolled your eyes and grabbed her arm before running straight into the house.

mindy and anika followed briefly, holding each other’s hands. every corner of the house was filled with drunk teenagers shouting and hollering. both of you tried your best not getting run down by a frat guy chasing his friends without a shirt.

speaking of a guy without a shirt, chad walked up dressed up as a cowboy. “hey you guys made it!” he exclaimed and put his hands in the air.

“i would never refused free booze,” you sarcastically remarked and slightly pushed tara into chad.

they started making awkward conversation about each other’s costumes. “so you’re a naked cowboy?” tara asked and pointed to his bare chest. which only led to chad nervously laughing, “well i mean i do have pants on.”

you headed to the kitchen to follow up on your free booze comment.

however you had some company. “ethan you’re here!” you tried not sounding so surprised but ethan landry was not the type of guy to be at a halloween party with loud music and alcohol. if anything he was the one saying that everyone should stay home.

you were shocked to found out that he wasn’t at home studying for econ as he has for every past friday night since school started. “sorry that came out wrong, i just meant that i didnt expect you to be here,” you attempted to make up for your past sentence. luckily he cracked a small smile, “yeah i know, chad just insisted that i come since its halloween and everything.”

“well i’m glad you’re here and im digging your costume,” you said and indicated to the horned helmet on his head.

he slightly laughed, “yeah its homemade if you couldn’t tell” he sarcastically replied. you laughed with him at the cardboard covering his body head to toe.

“y’know i like your costume too,” he complimented and was about to say something else but stopped himself.

he bit his lip and contemplated for a second before talking again, “did it hurt?” you got confused and had to further question him, “wait what—what do you mean?”

“did it hurt when you fell from heaven?” he tried not to laugh and you spotted the shy blush creeping on his face. if it weren’t for the dim lighting and colorful strobe lights covering the room, you could’ve easily saw his bright red face.

his body tensed up at the lack of response from you until you burst out laughing. “oh god that was terrible but in a good way, that was perfect though because i’m an angel!” you exclaimed and playfully slapped his arm.

while you were practically dying at the stupid joke, you missed ethan’s eyes which remained on your hand on his arm.

“hey do you want a drink?” ethan changed the subject and tried hiding his embarrassed face from his failed pickup line and your body being so close to his. “oh yeah that would be great, mindy was complaining in the car sooo much about this new movie coming out next week. so i definitely need a drink,” you chuckled and followed him further into the party to a bunch of bottles lined up on the counter.

“you want me to make you the best thing you’ll ever drink?” you asked and swiftly turned to face ethan. he was flustered and took a step back before replying, “oh um im the designated driver so i cant really drink…”

“—wait you room with chad though right? how about mindy just gives you a ride after the party? if i beg her, she will probably say yes!” you smiled and took one of his hands with both of yours.

if only you saw how pretty you looked in ethan’s eyes. your eyes lit up and your red lips was the only thing ethan was focused on.

“so? can you? please say yes, i promise you i’ll make it extra special!” you begged and shook the two bottles in your hands. and what was ethan supposed to do? how could he say no to that face?

dismissing the fact his car was literally parked down the street from the house, he answered, “ok fine i’ll try it.” your face immediately smiled and you jumped into his arms out of excitement and thanks to a little pregaming with tara earlier.

ethan caught you but didn’t know whether to push you away or hold you. you hugged him tight and then stepped back before turning to make his drink. ethan stood there yet again starstuck at how eager you seemed to hang out with him.

it was the first time he felt this way. why were so nice to him? why did you like him?

while ethan was off thinking about the list of possibilities you were making a damn drink for him right now, with trying to kill him secretly being his top choice, you spun around and had two red solo cups. one you kept close to yourself and the other outstretched towards him.

“it’s a surprise but you have to give me your honest opinion whether you like it or not,” you handed the cup to his right hand and nervously waited for his reaction. ethan carefully took a sip of the mysterious concoction and gulped.

it was cherry flavored. the flavor was evident and so was the color. as soon as ethan put the cup down, his lips and tongue were painted in red. he looked like a vampire after eating a whole ass meal.

the drink was fizzy and bubbly therefore ethan felt it moving it’s way to his stomach. it was sweet and quite bitter because of the vodka but he couldn’t deny that he was good. even better that you made it specially for him.

you stood in front of him, eyes wide and awaiting his opinion while sipping on your own cup. “i’m not gonna lie, that was the best drink i’ve ever had,” ethan admitted and started gulping the rest down.

you laughed in relief, “oh thank god! it’s pretty easy to make. i like to call it a cherry bomb because it kind of explodes in your mouth and all the way to your stomach.” you winked and chugged the rest of your cup.

after a couple more drinks, you were wasted but ethan decided to stop after two. he felt like he needed to keep a serious eye on you so you didn’t get into reckless behavior.

without your full knowledge, you danced with him, hugged him, held his hand, and even almost kissed him but ethan stopped you because if you did ever kiss him, he wanted you to remember it. so you pulled back and let you lay back on the couch for a little while to get some rest.

the party was dying down and some people started to leave, including your friends. mindy and anika approached the pair on the couch whilst moving to the beat of the high tempo music. “hey lovebirds, ready to go?” mindy asked and held anika close by her.

ethan looked away once mindy said ‘lovebirds.’ his ears started burning and his face clearly was flustered. you suddenly gained consciousness and stood up, “yes yes let’s go!” you almost raced to the door with ethan shortly following you, to make sure you didn’t run straight into a wall.

mindy and anika laughed at how cute you two looked. they also watched how ethan followed you around like a little lost puppy even though you didn’t even realize it.

thanks to a little bribing from anika of having candy at home, you finally got into the car in the back alongside tara and ethan. tara sat in the left, you in the middle, and ethan on the right. anika sat in the passenger seat and mindy was driving.

tara was passed out after partying way too hard and doing who knows what with chad all night. mindy was going on and on about this new film theory she read online while anika responded with short replies of ‘mhm’ and ‘ohhhh’ since she was way too wasted to say anything else.

your head felt heavy and naturally fell upon ethan’s shoulder. to his surprise, he found you peacefully napping practically on him! throughout the car ride, he tried to keep as still as possible to not wake you.

there were a million bumps and sharp turns because mindy could not work the GPS in the car and refused to use google maps. but ethan kept you close and occasionally tucked your hair behind your ear or held onto the side of your face so you didn’t fall and wake up.

your body jerked awake once the car came to a harsh stop though. “we’re here!” mindy announced. you slowly lifted your head on ethan’s now numb shoulder and groggily opened your eyes. luckily ethan and chad’s dorm was right next to tara and your’s so the there were no stops to be made.

also mindy and anika were sleeping over since it was too exhausting to drive all the way to their place. anika opened tara’s side door and gently shook her awake while ethan was almost carrying you out of the car.

“god you guys are wasted,” mindy commented. you groaned at a pounding headache approaching and tried walking on your own but found yourself almost crashing onto the pavement.

thank the gods for ethan’s existence. all ethan was thinking of was how glad he was that he went to the gym often because with you practically leaning your entire body of him, he had to carry you.

the group eventually got to the dorm door and this is where ethan would retire to his own dorm. “thank you so much ethan,” anika said and pulled your body off of him with the help of mindy.

“yeah no problem, it’s my pleasure,” he replied and took a sigh of relief once he knew you were safe and in good hands. but before he turned to go home, you walked away from your friends and back for he doorway where he stood.

“w-wait—ethan wait,” you called after him and fell into his arms since your legs didn’t properly work at the moment.

again, he caught you.

“what is it y/n?” he asked and looked down at those dazzling eyes for the second time. you smiled before speaking, staring into his left then right eye. you looked at his curly brown hair and how it had tangles in it due to the constant jumping and dancing you made him do early.

then your eyes drifted down to his lips.

there were still faintly coated in cherry vodka. without answering his question, you jumped up and held his face close. you put your lips on his and kissed him. for a split second, you felt yourself waking up and sobering up.

ethan was surprised and taken so aback but he didn’t complain. your lips felt right on his and he leaned forward more into the kiss. he wrapped his arms around your waist. after a minute the two of you pulled back to breathe some air.

“wow,” you muttered and smiled at the fluttery feeling growing inside of you. the feeling ethan had the entire night. he licked his lips before responding, “your lips are cherry flavored.”

he’s so pretty and if you disagree, I will be under your bed tonight

Little idiot (Choi Su-bong x F! Reader)

summary: you’ve got a fever and text your best friend ‘hel me, m feelin hot’. he’s high and interprets it as you wanting him. but when he comes over it ends up being more wholesome than you (him) think.

warnings: dirty minded Su-bong, idiot with a crush, pretty wholesome, bad at feelings, clumsy, au with no games, brief mention of pills

word count: 1.5k

a/n: I’ve never used tumblr before, hope I’m doing this right! also English isn’t my first language so please correct me if you notice any typo :3 I’m open to requests if anybody likes this and would like to see more/something different!

"Hel me, m feelin hot."

When Su-bong first saw the message, he momentarily let go of the shisha, his eyes widening.

"Yo, what’s up, bro?"

Two of the guys around him snickered, the fruity, intoxicating smoke curling from his nostrils.

"A girl?"

A dark-haired guy, whose name he had long forgotten, craned his neck over his phone.

"Oooohh. Getting laid. I seee."

Su-bong stared at the screen. Usually so chatty, words suddenly got lost in his throat. The others lost interest in his phone, yet he kept rereading the message. "M feelin hot." His trousers tightened slightly, and he swallowed a groan.

"Shit, guys, I gotta go."

He rose, giving them a quick dap, and they smirked, mimicking breasts and an obscene gesture with their hands and mouths. He flipped them off and stumbled out of the bar. Could it be? No. He reread the message. "Hel me, m feelin hot." Were you in heat? Your period had ended about a week ago - you complained about it constantly - and he knew ovulation or whatever it was could make women... desperate. Could that be the reason? The thought sent a rush of exhilaration through him.

"Fuckkk," he exhaled.

His pants were growing uncomfortably tight. Clenching his cross in his palm, he flagged down a cab, reciting your address while attempting to stifle the impure thoughts unfurling in his mind. But he was burning up. The moment the taxi halted, he fumbled for old, crumpled bills in his pocket, shoved them at the driver, and stumbled out.

Then, suddenly, he doubled back and entered a convenience store, purchasing a small square packet. Protection. Breathe, he told himself. Just breathe. You had been very close friends for over a year, best friends, maybe too, ever since you, a nurse, had helped him when he’d gotten a pill lodged in his nostril. It hadn’t exactly been funny, but you had stifled a laugh while assisting him, smiling warmly. He had quite enjoyed the glimpse of cleavage beneath your uniform, the sight of your lips when you lowered your mask. But you had a boyfriend. And even though he had managed to dig up your number from the hospital database, you had blocked him.

Then, a few weeks later, he had spotted you at a bar, kissing some random guy. He had seized the opportunity to inform you that your "boyfriend" was downright hideous. You had laughed, telling him it wasn’t your boyfriend - you had just been dumped. You had unblocked him that night, and the two of you had been texting ever since.

You two never slept together. That is why, one, he was so damn confused, and well, two, that it had blossomed into something resembling a friendship. Getting along well, having inside jokes, he wasn’t sure he wanted that ruined for just a one-night stand. But damn, was he turned on right now.

The idea of sleeping with you, not sleeping with anyone, but you, it was so new and so… so good. And it made his heart flutter in a way it hadn’t before. Never. Which is why he was twice as confused now. Why was he feeling like this? Maybe, just maybe because you were great friends. Yeah, that was it. It could only be this.

Sure, it was sometimes ambiguous. And, well, you in scrubs drove him insane. But friendship wasn’t too bad. Especially when you allowed him to hug you, letting him nuzzle into your chest like a child. "Such a kid," you used to laugh. He was cute, but so immature.

You were so out of his league. Outgoing, confident, you had a job and not any job, you were a talented nurse, and you were funny and smart. Maybe that is why his heart beat so fast. Of course.

Now, however, his vision blurred. He stepped out of the store, unfastened his cross, and swallowed a pill to regain composure. Fuck. Nothing was strong enough to quell this fire.

Crossing the street, he reached your building, pushed the door - then cursed, remembering he had to pull (he always got it wrong). He took the stairs two at a time.

Shit. Triple shit. Standing before your door, he felt disoriented. Utterly disoriented. His heart pounded, palms slick, throat parched, like a teenager before his first crush. God. You were fine. But not just that. You were witty, and he adored your laughter. You even laughed at his dumb jokes.

He rang the doorbell.

No answer. Anxiety gnawed at him - had he misread the situation? He rang again, then checked his phone. The message was still there. Then why weren’t you-

He suddenly remembered he had your keys. He rummaged through his pocket, mistakenly pulling out his motorcycle keys before finally finding the right ones. Turning them in the lock, he stepped inside your small studio, only to find it empty. Panic swelled in his chest.

"Yo? Señorita?"

Fumbling for the light switch, he flipped it on - only to be met with utter chaos. Your apartment was in complete disarray, the air thick and stifling.

"Where are you? Fuck."

He set the convenience store bag atop a drawer and began searching. That’s when he noticed - the bathroom door, slightly ajar. And light flickered from within.

He panicked.

Then-

There you were. Gripping the faucet, face ablaze, lips trembling.

"My God, what’s wrong?"

He rushed forward, and you collapsed into his arms. Your breath, hot against his chest, trembled as you murmured, "Hot," "Fever," and "Lost."

Poor thing.

Biting his lip at his own idiocy, he carefully helped you out of the bathroom. He had no idea what he was doing - hesitated, then finally settled on laying you down on the couch before fetching a damp towel.

A feeble chuckle escaped your lips as you exhaled what little air remained in your lungs - because he hadn’t wrung out the towel, it was drenched, and he had grabbed the overused one hanging by the sink. That clumsy idiot.

He sat cross-legged beside the couch, back to you, fiddling with his cross.

"You want a pill? Might help."

You feebly smacked his shoulder, mumbling something incoherent. He turned, finding you feverish and drenched in sweat.

"Want me to open the window? Run downstairs for some painkillers? Or maybe give you a massage? Hey, señorita, don’t die on me!" he whined as you shut your eyes.

You mumbled again.

"M’sorry, I didn’t understand could you like repea-“

"Shut… up and come here," you managed.

His heartbeat went wild.

Trembling, he hesitantly perched at the edge of the couch, leaving a respectful gap. His back still faced you.

"Hey, don’t tell me you’ve never been in bed with a girl. Lie down and talk."

Well, you weren’t exactly wrong. But this was different. You weren’t just "a girl." And after tonight’s message, his mind definitely crossed a line, making it painful - humiliating, even - to face you.

But then, your feverish, trembling hand grasped his. And his whole body ignited.

Finally, with great effort, he lay down, swallowing hard, now facing you. Space was tight. You radiated heat. Then, without warning, you tucked your head against his chest, pressing your overheated skin into him, breathing laboriously. You burned against him, and his chest fluttered with butterflies.

"Hold me," you whispered. "Talk. Say something."

Tentatively, his fingers found your waist, pulling you in, holding your body weakly against his.

You gazed up at him, hands clutching his shirt, eyes wide, fever-bright. Sweat clung to your hair, strands plastered to your forehead, and beneath your long lashes, this gleaming gaze became the most breathtaking sight he had ever beheld.

Shit.

Desperate to steady his hammering heart, he forced words out.

"I… I’m working on a new track for the Underground rap battle. I really think I can win this time. It’s good. The manager says it could blow up."

Gradually, he relaxed, holding you closer, feeling your breathing even out against him. Your body slackened, and you nuzzled into his shirt, inhaling the scent of laundry detergent and shisha.

"Hey, señorita, you should come watch me. I’m too sexy when I sing. Apparently, I sweat from my forehead, and it’s super hot. That’s what all the girls say when they hit on me. There’s a lot, you kno-"

He looked down.

Against him, you had drifted off.

A soft, barely-there snore. A faint trickle of drool. Stray strands of hair. Flushed cheeks.

And just like that, he forgot all about the small, unopened packet at the threshold, the heat your message had sparked within him, and focused solely on the languid softness of your form.

It suddenly struck him. More than any of his dirty thoughts, what he had truly longed for was this. Overcome with a mix of confusion and longing, he murmured a quiet "goodnight" that was swallowed by the surrounding darkness, his yawn stretching before he succumbed to the comforting pull of your embrace.

The next morning, when you awoke first, you were in full vitality. You sprang from the couch, flung open the windows to let in the air - it was stifling - and made your way to the kitchen to pour yourself a refreshing glass of orange juice, after gently covering your friend.

Then, on the entryway shelf, you noticed a small bag, which you opened, revealing a distinctively familiar package.

You snatched your phone from the counter, suddenly recalling the message you had written. A soft laugh escaped your lips as you returned the protections to their original place, deciding to act oblivious, eyes gleaming, before grabbing the juice to cool off.

He was rather endearing, that little idiot.

ayy lmk what you guys think

trent blurb : having a full album of pictures of you in his phone.. loving to take candid pictures all the time and changing his wallpaper to his fav ones of you

he is obsessed with taking pics of you, he thinks you look so beautiful when you aren't trying, with a smile on your face as you watch a bird using the bird feeder you put out or when you're concentrating on a piece of work you have to get done. he has so many pictures of you asleep on his chest or when you're starfished out on the bed when he wakes up in the morning. he ends up making an album for you, naming it something corny that reminds him of you, he has a slideshow background of his favourite ones. you always blush when you need to use his phone, being welcomed by your face when you open up his phone. his friends always tease him about it, telling him that he's whipped for you but he doesn't care, he's obsessed with you can doesn't care who knows.

inbox is open send me some ramble requests <3

Right where you left me (1)

❝ Friends break up, friends get married. Strangers get born, strangers get buried. Trends change, rumors fly through new skies. But I'm right where you left me. ❞ - Taylor Swift

pairing: neteyam te suli tsyeyk’itan x omatikaya!reader ( see a/n but aged up to fit the story ig )

summary: in which you were right where he left you

a/n: might make a part two if anyone asks for it <333 also there is mentioned that reader’s friend is mated so basically i think this is aged up, but i’m not sure about it yet

requested !

part one part two

A pain shot through your heart. An incredible intense pain. And there was nothing you could do about it. Nothing but sit there and watch as he talked to you. Sit there as he told you how he didn’t want you anymore.

What had you done? Were you not good enough? Thoughts raced through your head as you stared at him. You should’ve seen it coming, you really should’ve. But how could you, when you were so blinded by love. So blinded that you couldn’t see him slowly disappear.

“Y/n, I still love you. I deeply and truly do. But… I think we should stop seeing each other.” The sentence that broke your heart echoed in your head. Repeated in your head a million times in a haunting and taunting manner.

Neteyam had came up to you from behind earlier, wrapping his arms around you. You were talking to your close friend and was surprised by his sudden action, a giggle escaping your lips.

He had whispered in your ear that he wanted to speak with you at your usual spot. And you had agreed, not knowing what was bound to happen. With a smile you had excused yourself and went after Neteyam.

You had sat down on a rock, making yourself comfortable, while he was still standing. It was as if he was in a painful discussion with himself. After he had sat down across of you, he told you. He told you the sentence you had never expected and never wanted to hear. Especially not from him.

After he was finished with his rant, he looked at you with those eyes. Those beautiful, piercing yellow eyes you couldn’t get enough from. Those beautiful eyes that had turned into your home. But you felt that home crumble and fade away.

“I have to go,” He said, getting up almost immediately, not letting you speak at all. And with that he left. He just left. He left you no choice but to stay there forever.

So you were still seated on the rock, as if you were frozen in time. That’s when the emotions broke loose. Tears were streaming down your face. You were sobbing uncontrollably as you thought about your memories together.

The time you were braiding Tuk’s hair and he saw it. And he asked you to do the same with his, with the most adorable smile on his face. The long talks you had together while walking. The times you went flying, shared kisses and so many more.

All gone. All shared for nothing. All shared only for him to leave you just like that.

When you finally stopped crying, you decided to stay there. You weren’t planning on sleeping, not planning on doing anything in fact. You didn’t want to face anyone right now, afraid of what they would think or say about you.

A soft rustle was heard and you desperately wished it was Neteyam. Neteyam coming to you to apologise, telling you it was a sick joke or something. But you knew it was too good to be true.

Your close friend who you had spoken to before had emerged from behind the bushes. She brought you back home, comforting you along the way as you cried and told her everything.

She had brought you to your tent, where your parents were worriedly pacing back and forth. They hugged you and cried at the sight of you. You hadn’t realised you had stayed there for that long. Your parents told you how much they had missed you, how worried they were when you hadn’t come back home before eclipse.

During the upcoming weeks all you could think about was your memories together. Everything in your usual routine reminded you of him. Because almost everything you did was with him.

You smiled at the thought of that. Every day when you did your chores, you thought about him. You knew you had to move on, but it wasn’t easy.

And it didn’t help that you had seen him a few days ago. You were going to the healers tent, always helping out every once in a while when needed. And that’s when you saw him.

Neteyam looked like he wasn’t fazed by your breakup at all. He was still the confident, handsome na’vi he was before and during your relationship. He was laughing, talking to someone you had seen him help out before.

It killed you, knowing he was fine while you weren’t. Knowing he was joking and laughing, when all you did was force a laugh or fake a smile in every single one of the few interactions you have.

It killed you that you felt like you were entirely stuck in the past, regretting every decision you made, while he was out here having fun.

The days past and all you did was do your chores and that’s it. And whenever you hung out with your friends you just watched as they had fun with one another.

You were seated on a rock, sharpening a stick as you avoided all contact with anyone. Your face was emotionless, just as you were feeling from the inside. Footsteps approached you and your heart couldn’t help but skip a tiny beat. A tiny bit of hope that it was him blossoming in your chest. But it wasn’t.

You looked up and saw your friend, a bright smile on her face and her lover’s arm wrapped around her waist. It made you think of Neteyam and you. And the incredible pain got even worse.

She told you about how her and her lover had finally mated. She teased him about it and he did the same, laughs and giggles shared between them.

You were happy for her, of course. But your thoughts were entirely consumed by Neteyam and your memories. Of what you were before he decided it was for the better to separate.

That’s when you realised, you were still entirely stuck in the past, while the others made their future.

You were right where he left you.

part 2

part 2 of jack champion hcs 👩‍🦽👩‍🦽👩‍🦽

sure thing 𐐪𐑂

pretty boy part 2 :)

m! speaks : you ask and you shall receive <3

* .・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

the lalalalalala to your okokokokokok

always finding an excuse to hang out

even if you guys are just sitting in silence he just loves to be in your presence

he’s seen all the edits.. in fact y’all go through them together seeing which ones are the best

your little dancing boy

after every movie premiere he takes you to join the cast at the after parties ( best believe y’all are on the dance floor IMMEDIATELY )

golden retriever x black cat 🤭🤭🤭

he always accidentally spoils his movies for you

he tries to keep it in but poor baby is just too excited

he definitely would dedicate ‘my kind of woman’ by mac demarco as your song

that was the song he first ever posted you to 🥲

an absolute attention whore

wants your attention 25/8 and WILL do anything to get it

refers to you as m’lady to mess with you

uses the MOST CRINGE PET NAMES EVER cause he knows you hate it

“hi bubby wubby”

“absolutely not”

will protect you from the paparazzi if they become too much

“do you wanna go? we can go its okay baby, I don’t mind”

but if it’s just a few fans he will always pull you to join in on the photos ( he knows how much the fans adore you as well )

words of affirmation 🤝 jack champion

he’s always reassuring you even if you don’t need

“i love you so much”

“you’re the only one for me”

he absolutely adores bringing you around his cast mates

he loves you so much it’s so important to him that his friends love you too

he 100% does the thumb thing when holding ur hand

100% follows the sidewalk rule

he treats you the same as he did in the beginning, like he’s still trying to win you over ( even tho he 100% owns ur heart )

you making fun of his cringe videos from his younger years

“ THERE ARE GIANTS IN THE SKYYYAAAAUHH”

“Y/N AGAIN?”

“pythagorean theorem”

“laugh all you want but I got an A for that”

mans is so sassy istg

hands on his hips and everything

called you a sussy baka once and you ignored him for three hours

he knew to never do that again…

* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

ty guys sm for all the love on my last fic as it was my first one ever! I really appreciate y’all hopefully y’all stick around and enjoy! <3

lightning & chemistry

Trent Alexander-Arnold x Reader

summary: you find yourself trapped with trent in your professor's office with a storm raging outside, forcing you two to sort out your problems.

word count: 3k

warnings: language. this is fluff. idiots in love?

a/n: this fic officially commemorates the first usage of 'y/n' on a karotland production. everyone CLAP!!👏🏽 i honestly dont know what this is lmaoo. i just needed it out of my drafts hehehe, enjoyyyy

You glanced up towards the greying sky, eyeing the heavy clouds as you walked on the stoned pavement leading towards the professor’s building. You tried to calm yourself, repeatedly telling yourself that this wasn’t the storm that your weather app had alerted you about in the morning that you had merely scoffed at, deciding to forgo anything that could have brave the rain.

You clutched the file closer to your chest containing the last assignment needed by your professor before spring break would start.You really wanted to kick yourself for not submitting it yesterday, deciding to pull your roommate Sarah’s ears when you would see her again. What had she said? But this is the last time we’ll get to hang out without the pressure of exams! You had a mind to make today the last day ever for Sarah when you got back.

Well, if you got back.

The trees began to sway a little with the wind picking up but still not enough to make you worry. Or maybe that was your delusion talking. Besides there were other people walking around campus with you so it didn’t concern you to the level of breaking into a run to a nearby shelter.  Your eyes remained fixed on the path in front of you.

“Y/N! Wait up!”

The familiar voice made you falter in your steps, glancing over your shoulder to see Trent jogging up to you and falling in step with you. “Hey.”

You rolled your eyes at him in greeting, feeling annoyance add to your anxiety. “What are you doing outside? Don’t you see the storm brewing up?”

“Says the person who is currently marching furiously through campus,” Trent said, adjusting the straps of his backpack. His gaze fell on file you were holding, “You’re submitting the assignment on the last day!? No way, lemme get a picture of this.”

Your cheeks got hot as you smacked Trent’s phone out of your face. You were definitely going to pull Sarah’s ears. “Go away Trent! I don’t need an addition to my ever growing problems.”

Trent grinned mischievously, putting his phone away and tapping the file he was holding in his right hand. “I’m only messing with you; I was also on the way to submit mine.”

“Of course, you were,” you replied, your tone dripping with sarcasm. “You sure you didn’t have it all neatly wrapped up and ready to go days ago?”

“Melts my heart that you know me so well,” Trent gushed causing you to stomp your footsteps in frustration and purposefully walking a few steps ahead of him.

You didn’t miss his smirk from the corner of your eye as he lazily caught up to your new speed. Trent seemed in no mood of taking a hint of him being unwanted, continuing to walk with you with an aloof expression on his face as you tried to huff at his presence and throw him dirty looks whenever your shoulder would clash with his.

You turned your face to snap at him to keep his distance when a sudden blast of wind hit you out of nowhere, the force so fierce that it took you surprise cause you to stumble back into Trent’s shoulder, his hand forming a firm grip on your arm to make sure you did not fall.

Before you could register the shock of being held in Trent’s strong arms, the raindrops came down in a sudden downpour, the noise almost deafening. The cold temperature of the rain caused you to suck in a sharp breath in surprise and press yourself closer to Trent’s warm side.

“Oh shit!” You heard Trent exclaim. “C’mon we have to get out of this rain.”

He took your hand and pulled you along with him, making a break for the professor’s office building that was only a little way ahead. You tried your best not to slip on the wet stoned pathway, grateful for Trent’s hand knowing well that without it, you would have fallen smack down on your face long ago.

You and Trent exchanged a glance, your clothes soaked through despite the limited time that you had spent in the rain. For a moment, you both stood in silence, the only sound coming was the steady drumming of rain outside the building doors, Trent’s warm unwavering grip still in your hand.

“Well, this is just perfect,” You muttered, snatching your hand back and wringing out your sleeve.

Trent chuckled, a hint of amusement in his voice. “I’m really glad I decided to bring my assignment covered in a file. My shoes on the other hand,” he glanced down at them, “Well, I can’t say the same for them.”

You shot Trent a dirty look, letting out a sigh of exasperation before trudging inwards. You checked on your assignment, relief flooding your body knowing that it was as dry as a bone.

The squelching sound of wet footsteps echoed in the empty hallways, Trent’s footsteps out of sync with yours. The door to your professor’s office was shut, making you stop in your steps. Trent bumped into you with a gentle ‘oof’ leaving his lips, not expecting you to stop so suddenly.

“Why have we stopped?” Trent blinked, peering over your head.

“The door is closed.”

“Okay. So?”

“So??” You sighed, irritated. “Well we can’t possibly go in.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s closed,” You said in a seething tone, pointing at the door.

Trent rolled his eyes at that, pushing forward past you and immediately going for the handle. Before you could protest, he twisted the doorknob and swung the door wide open, letting out a little ‘aha!’. He walked inside, waiting a moment before looking over his shoulder to see you still standing where you were. “Aren’t you gonna come in?”

You hesitated, clutching your assignment tighter. “I don’t know. Is it even okay for us to be in here?”

“Yeah,” Trent’s voice came from inside the office, “They only lock it after 8pm whenever the professor has given out an assignment for submission. Besides,” his head popped back into view, “It is a well known make out spot.”

You scoffed at that, heat crawling up your neck, entering through the threshold and heading straight towards the desk where Trent’s assignment now lay.

“I’m kidding,” Trent chuckled, “That’s actually Professor Willbury’s office next door.”

If only looks could kill, Trent would have been done for with the glare you were giving him on your way out after having submitted your work. “Let’s leave before I have the misfortune of being discovered alone with you inside a secluded room.”

You began to walk back from where you two had entered the building, praying that the rain had let up so you could go back to the safety of your cozy dorm room instead of having to spend anymore unnecessary time with Trent. The closer you got, the louder the sound of the rain started to get, sinking any hopes of a safe trip back.

Trent whistled in surprise, “How has that gotten faster?”

“Well we’re not going anywhere for a while,” You said mournfully, throwing yourself on the bench that was put up against one side of the wall of the hallway. With a sigh, Trent took a seat opposite to you on an identical bench.

You focused on your shoes, noting the splatter of mud on the soles, trying to ignore Trent’s whistling that seemed to have no real tune. You thought that after months of sharing the same classroom, his presence would become more digestible but sadly that was not the case.

Trent was…okay. Annoying, sure. But okay. Your official introduction to him had been in class when you had accidentally smacked your pen so that it had fallen right next to Trent’s foot who was at the time sat in front of you. You had politely tapped him on the shoulder and asked if he could pick it up for you. But the look Trent had given you made it seem as though you had asked him to bring the planet pluto for you. After a million grunts, he had picked it up, dropped the pen on your desk and had gone back to his notebook.

After a strange few interactions, Trent had slowly begun to warm up to you but your petty mind had latched onto the pen episode quite fiercely, still maintaining an air of coldness towards him. Again, it’s not like you had asked for his kidney, just to pass your pen back; a seemingly easy task to do without giving you one hell of an attitude.

The closest you had come to breaking that resolve was during a certain house party when you had suddenly gotten lost between a crowd of people dancing, being pushed around in your unstable shoes when out of nowhere, Trent had you gripped by your forearm, guiding you out of the crowd. He had let go of your hand just as quick as he had grabbed it, shooting a small smile your way before going back to his friends.

You thought about that moment a lot, the way his hot hand had held onto you so securely. You at times wondered if he remembered it all or even thought about it, never having acknowledged it to you again.

“So are you going home during the break?” Trent’s voice tore you out of your thoughts.

You stared at him hard, mind not processing despite your ears hearing what he had said. “What?”

Trent chuckled. “Spring break? Are you gonna go home or stay on campus?”

“Oh,” You said blankly, “Yeah I’m going home by the train on Sunday afternoon.”

Trent ‘aahed’ at that, pursing his lips. You shuffled your feet closer to yourself, sitting up a bit straighter, “You?”

“Yeah, I’ll be driving home on Monday. My home’s fairly close so it won’t take long.”

You nodded at that, sniffing your nose, unsure of what to say. Trent’s foot began to tap lightly against the floor as he fixated his gaze up on the ceiling.

It weirded you out how little conversation there was between you as you looked onto the patterned floor, unsure on how to pass the time. You looked up to Trent at the same time he looked down at you, eyes locking in an instant before the two of you looked sideways in opposite directions, breaking the contact.

Trent jumped up from his seat as he walked towards the main door, peering out from the side windows at the pouring rain that showed no sign to stop. Your eyes followed his every move, your heart leaping in your chest when he suddenly spun around to you. “I don’t suppose you have an umbrella in your bag?”

You looked at him confused, “No, why?”

“I dunno,” He shrugged casually, “We could try and make a run for it.”

Just when he said that a loud clap of thunder boomed outside causing Trent to jump a little. You gave him a teasing smile, shaking your head, “Wow. I can’t be that bad of company that you’re willing to brave the weather outside instead of sitting here with me.”

Trent froze where he was, not expecting your teasing tone. He took a moment to recollect his thoughts, relaxing his shoulders. He walked up to where you were, plopping down next to you, and in a tone just as teasing as yours, “I was just being mindful of you not wanting to be seen with me in such a popular make out spot.”

“I thought you said that was Professor Willbury’s?”

“Well that’s number one, this,” he gestured with his hands, “is number two on the list.”

“There’s a list?” You laughed in disbelief.

“Why?” He leaned towards you, eyes boring into yours, “Do you want to go somewhere else then?”

You rolled your eyes, irritation blooming in your stomach again (or were you mistaking your irritation for something else?), “Forget it! You’re impossible so let’s just wait in silence.”

“Okay sorry! I didn’t mean that. I’ll be normal now,” Trent quickly apologized with a chuckle, sitting back and upright. “I just get a bit nervous around you.”

The laughed that escaped your lips was highly unprompted, coming out a bit crueler than you had wanted, “Yeah sure okay. You nervous around me.”

He gawked at you, looking a bit confused, “Why’d you say it like that?”

You don’t know why but that made you laugh out louder, pretty sure that there was an insult somewhere in his words but you couldn’t find it. “I’m sorry,” You said between laughs, “That’s just the most insane thing I’ve heard all week.”

Trent folded his arms in front of his chest, huffing out a breath, “Well it’s not my fault that for someone who’s so smart, you’re so dense. But don’t worry sweetheart, you haven’t broken my resolve for flirting with you yet.”

Scratch frame. Wait. What?

You looked at him, his brown eyes holding you captive as you searched his face for answers. You peered at him, trying to discern if he was pulling your leg. He had to be, right?

Because you would have known if he was flirting with you. Was it when he started sitting next to you in class instead of in front of you? Or was it when you ran into him on campus in the middle of the night and he walked you to your dorm despite your protests?

The parties where he would suddenly appear, whispering in your ear how good you looked? All the bickering you two would do in the library and everyone would desperately shush you? That was him flirting and not trying to rile you up?

You licked your dry lips, Trent’s eyes falling down at the motion. You broke out into an awkward chuckle, “What do you mean flirting?”

It was Trent’s turn to look surprised now, searching your face for answers. Once he saw that you were being serious, he inhaled a sharp breath following it with laughter. He smacked his palm against his forehead, letting out a small groan, “Oh god this explains so much.” He composed himself, eyes now twinkling as he leaned close to your face, “You’re telling me I’ve been busting my ass, following you around, practically worshipping the ground you walk on and you’re asking me ‘what do you mean flirting?’?

You tried your best not to squirm under his gaze, gulping heavily at his close proximity, “I thought you hated me.”

Trent let out a low chuckle, his hot breath fanning your face, “Now what would make you even think that?”

“The pen,” You mumbled.

“What’s that, sweetheart?”

“The pen,” You said in a louder voice now, “When I asked you to give me my pen back, the way you did it made it seem like I had asked something impossible for you to do, all groans and moans.”

“That class,” Trent’s fingers lightly grazed your knee, sending a gently shiver down your back, “Was right after the first training session of the year. I was just sore from the workout.”

“Oh.” You felt so stupid right now, mentally slamming your head against a wall for basing an entire opinion on someone after a silly first interaction despite there being multiple evidence to suggest the contrary.

But you had never considered them, brain still grasping firmly to the ‘pen incident’. You would have muttered out an apology if you weren’t so distracted by Trent’s feather light touches, flexing your thigh involuntarily under his touch.

Trent was so close that you and him were breathing the same air now, breaths synchronized. With his free hand, he gently caressed your cheek, angling your face closer to his. You let him bring you close, eyes fluttering when his nose nudged yours, his lips ghosting over yours so softly that you felt your skin prickle under his. You parted your lips in anticipation, breath getting a little erratic, desperately waiting for the moment when his hot lips would finally press against yours, confirming your suspicions that they were good for something other than talking back to you.

But the moment didn’t come.

His warmth disappeared. You frowned deeply, opening your eyes to see Trent sitting back in his original position, an amused look on his face as he took in your flustered one. He casually picked at his trousers, flicking off a stray thread, “Hmm, I don’t really know what to say.”

The heat in your cheeks now turned into the heat in your chest. You let out a noise of distaste, getting up from your seat and stomping towards the exit door. You looked hard at the rain, hoping the sight of water would cool you down, hands curled into fists on your sides. Still so fucking annoying.

You gasped as you felt a hand slide against your waist, the warmth enveloping you again with Trent’s low baritone, hushed voice pressed against your ear, “Guess I’ll have to plead my case harder with you.”

You leaned into his side, hip pressing against his side, enjoying the little sigh that left his lips, “Finally going to stop acting like a coward and ask me out on a date?”

He offered you a wide grin, “Sure. Mini-golf course on Friday night sounds good?” You nodded, smiling back and feeling his fingers squeeze your waist, “Or you know we could just head back to the professor’s-”

Trent laughed when you smacked his chest, cutting his sentence short. “Alright alright, I’ll kiss you later then.”