人か？巨人か？

𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 : ̗̀➛ one. why did no one remind me??

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"psst," you heard a voice whisper behind you, "that's not your seat."

you glanced behind you, still walking forward in attempt at searching for your seat, before locking eyes with the owner of the hushed warning: choi beomgyu. of course it had to be him. you had had a crush on him for months now and was 98% sure he knew about it, so you quickly turned back around, cheeks beginning to burn a fiery red.

"shut up," you hissed quietly, "do you want to get us kicked out?"

the both of you, along with dozens of others, were in the process of silently entering the exam hall where all of you would be sitting for your finals. obviously, fate decided that they wanted to make your life as miserable as possible by assigning your seat directly in front of beomgyu’s. the hall was unnervingly quiet as required, and apparently he had an innate desire to get you both unceremoniously dumped outside of the hall and/or suspended.

you could hear him chuckle softly from close behind you- too close behind you- before you felt a finger hooked into the hood of your jacket yank you back lightly. you froze as he dragged you back and guided you back to a seat you had passed previously, placard neatly placed at the corner of the table reading 'kim y/n'. oh.

he rapped his knuckles against your head playfully before whispering a "you’re welcome." and practically strutted to his seat behind you, a satisfied smirk displayed across his really annoyingly handsome face.

"dumbass.." you cursed under your breath, burying your head in your arms. and no, you weren't hiding your face in an attempt to conceal the pink dusting your cheeks. definitely not.

the tips of your fingers brushed softly against the spot where his fingers had kissed the top of your head.

the corridor outside the exam hall echoed with chatter as a horde of students bustled out from the double doors. you and your group of friends were no exception.

"literally, i SWEAR the answer was 36.5" ryujin insisted. giselle nodded in approval beside her.

"um, no??? i like triple checked my answer and got 19 every time??" you protested, halting in the middle of the corridor. the two remaining girls groaned as they mentally prepared themselves for another episode of 'y/n being stubborn pt.126'.

you opened your mouth again to prove your point when a familiar yank to the hood of your jacket made you jump. "it is 36.5, smartass."

choi beomgyu grinned down at you. his hand was still gripping onto your hood and was forcing you to start walking again, this time directly in step with him. your cheeks fired up again as your legs began moving automatically- you hated that he still had this effect on you. you hated that you couldn’t bring yourself to believe the rumours of him flirting with every girl under the sun, you hated that he made you feel like the most revered person on planet earth and then ghosted you for days, you hated that you still had butterflies in your stomach every time you heard his damn voice- you hated everything about choi fucking beomgyu.

but unfortunately you also liked him. a lot.

“get out of here, choi,” giselle rolled her eyes. she was the one you cried to at 2am when you were anxious out of your mind and brain was running wild, so she was right to be blunt. beomgyu raised an eyebrow and slowly removed his hand from where it had been resting on your back- you would be lying if you said you didn’t miss the feeling.

"ouch!" beomgyu winced, feigning pain, "i would, but i don't think y/n wants me to. do you, y/n?"

you couldn't help but giggle when he threw you a quick wink when your friends weren't looking. "he could stay for a little while, giselle. c'mon, he's harmless." you said quickly; clearly you weren't very smart when it came to this boy. giselle and ryujin exchanged disbelieving looks at your words.

"whatever you say, girl." ryujin said finally, but not before throwing you a knowing look. you exhaled in relief. despite your valiant efforts to hate the boy, your heart rate still picked up when beomgyu grabbed your arm this time and swung it playfully between the two of you.

maybe... he was into you?

𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 ; in which kim y/n is severely infatuated with notoriously flirty choi beomgyu, to her absolute rage. getting over a year long crush isn't going to be easy- but you bet your ass she's going to try. choi beomgyu himself, on the other hand, has very different plans. he's gonna try his very damn best to get the girl.

𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 ; @atinyyylove @cha-raena @teuboyz @pr0dbeomgyu @meiiiwa @chishiyas-backstory @hainaz @90s-belladonna send me an ask or comment to be added!! (bold couldn’t be tagged)

SYNOPSIS :         Luck isn’t by your side when you’re forced into handling two new recruited café employees, Choi Beomgyu and Park Sunghoon - who apparently only associate themselves with bugging the living shit out of you, lazing around work, and passionately hating each other, together with tormenting the other’s existence. But it goes downhill from there when your parents force you into sharing an apartment with Park Sunghoon for the sake of traditional Asian-styled match-making. They weren’t entirely aware of the fact that … well, he’s the ex-fling that you sort of ghosted the year before. But hey, don’t worry! Your overly protective and overbearingly annoying self-acclaimed “best friend”, Choi Beomgyu, who is “secretly” smitten over you, is there to crash into the apartment and join the fun!

After all, it wasn’t like this was entirely a game of marking each other’s territory. Who’d guess that they’d be fighting for their claim on you? Couldn’t possibly.

PAIRING :             CHOI BEOMGYU x F!READER x PARK SUNGHOON

GENRE :               romantic-comedy, drama, slice of life, crack content, university!au, café!au, roommates!au, best-friends-to(?)!au, enemies-to-(?)!au, exes-to-(?)!au, social-media!au (with written parts)

CONTAINS :         slow burn, sexual tension, heavy drama, angst, fluff, suggestive content, foul language/insults, possessive behavior, written parts, crossover series containing enhypen and tomorrow x together (do not read further if you are uncomfortable with the plot).

Gojō Satoru x Reader (Jujutsu Kaisen)

word count: 1k

TW: 18+, smut, implied age gap, pseudo-incest

A/N: inspired by this ask. if u saw me going on a Gojou-is-boring-and-too-unoffensive-to-lewd spree, no u didn’t. nonnie my brain has been cracked open, that ask had me literally feral and frothing. please take this drabble as an offering, sorry it turned out so soft I don’t know what’s wrong with me either.

Uncle Satoru loves you. He tells you this every time he comes by, runs a hand too far down your back and presses a kiss to your forehead. You’re like his precious lil girl, you know? They go way back, you must’ve heard all the stories of him and Suguru’s escapades back when they were still rebelling teens in school— it’s only normal that Suguru’s lil girl is basically his lil girl.

author :: @hyuckles-chuckles​

pairing :: mark lee x fem!reader

other character(s) :: none

genre / rating :: smut, fluff / 18+ • roommate!mark, roommate!au, quarantine!au

warning(s) :: quarantine, swearing, drinking, sexual content (dry humping, kinda rough handling, m oral, fingering, unprotected sex — pull out method used • soft dom!mark)

word count :: 4.1k

summary :: you always thought that your time in quarantine would be a dark cloud, but you never expected your roommate mark to be your silver lining.

a/n :: don’t mind me, just wanted to write something for qtah mark hehe

masterlist in bio!

“Mark!” you yelled from the living room couch, only stopping when you could see your roommate in front of you.

“What?! What’s wrong?!” he asked you anxiously as he looked at your relaxed self.

“I’m bored,” you whined, pouting at him.

“Oh, my god,” he mumbled as he rolled his eyes. “You don’t have to tell me every time you’re bored because you’ve been bored a lot lately.”

“But I am bored!” you whined once more, sitting up and grabbing his arm as you shook it vigorously.

“What do you want me to do about it?” he asked you as he walked away from you and into his room.

“There’s something you could do about it,” you muttered to yourself as you laid on the couch once more.

 feeling like a pyscho 

lockscreens: SEHUN for super elle magazine