[0martini]

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my carrd — ty for reading : )

martin cortis CRUSH ✔️

00 summary martin has a lot of inspirations. y/n being one of them, along with being his celebrity crush. when y/n gets chosen by him and his group to work with them for a week, he gets attached.

pairing idol!martin x idol!fem!reader

genre fluff, a little bit of angst. energetic boy and nonchalant girl

riki enha HOW SWEET

00 summary one day, riki gets a text from the known nail tech asking for a pound for her older brother. he was hesitant about her at first but his interest creeps up quickly which leads him to get the girl.

pairing flirty plug!riki x sweetheart!fem!reader

genre flufffff, some suggestive talking lol. riki is sweet to the gal but nonchalant and rude to others

[0martini]

guys my flippin phone broke so i have to wait til it gets here on saturday 💔

[0martini]

girlll i am INVESTED in the “how sweet” fanfic and i have never been invested in a fanfic before you did such a great job with the details and everything !! pls lmk when part 4 is out 🙏🏾

FIRST OFF I LOVE YOU SM!!! thank you smmm im happy that you’re liking it so far!!☺️☺️literally i think about whatever im writing from the top of my head and upload it so the reassurance means sm to me🥹

part 4 tonight!!

[luvstrawbbee]

𓈒 ◌ ❀ ── ✤ ˚. aint no way, we cant lose

always me + you

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[rembeaux]

music fest - 주훈 -

@ juhoon x fem!reader ݁𝜗𝜚

social media short au, fluff, keonho as readers hb 💪💪 !! … 🤍 warnings ; “die” jokes

PART 1 PART 2

𝓷 ‘ saw juhoon weverse post and KNEW i had to do something for him.. i hope u enjoy this!! and there might be a part 2 of the seonghyeon smau i did, i just don’t know what to do for it… lmk if u have any ideas (especially if ur the one that requested the pt 2 in my inbox)!! 🥹

[heehxe]

BARK LIKE YOU WANT IT ; LEE HEESEUNG “woof, (we want it). meow, come and get it, baby.”

pairing ౨ৎ loser!heeseung x mean!reader ; inspired by regina george x rodrick heffley, the ship had me on a chokehold.

BEING YOU WAS WORK. 

The smirk, the strut, the lip gloss, and the eye roll all came with power. You were the girl everyone wanted to be or be with. You were the type of girl who makes everything in the school revolve around her orbit and doesn't even try. Every guy wanted you, every girl wanted your approval, and every teacher was too afraid to cross your father to say otherwise.

Karina, Chaewon, and Wonyoung followed behind you like you were royalty—four of you being untouchable, unstoppable, and entirely self-aware. But you were the center of it all, and you knew it.

The frat party was raging with lights flashing everywhere, bass blasting from speakers, red plastic cups strewn across every flat surface. You were sprawled across Hwang Intak's lap, the golden boy of the football team, your lip gloss smearing against his, all while the crowd egged you on. Typical Saturday. Typical you. But across the room, leaning against the wall with a half-empty cup and a resting bored expression, Lee Heeseung was watching. The grunge boy. The ripped jeans and smirk that said he was simply above it all grunge boy. The one who acted like you and your world didn't matter at all, but couldn't help himself from staring as he watched you like you were still his favorite sin. Chaewon noticed first, nudging you after you had finally pulled away from Intak. "Heeseung's staring you again," she whispered. You smiled as you reaching for your compact mirror to smooth your hair. "Everyone stares at me, Chaewon." "No, but-" she trailed off as her eyes shifted towards Heeseung. "It feels... different." You turned your head to look, and sure enough, he was there, talking to some random girl from your chemistry class, trying to charm her. She laughed awkwardly, made an excuse to leave, and he was left there hanging. You couldn't help but laughed at him. Heels clicking against the floor, you walked up to him. "You know you can't pull, right?" Heeseung looked up at you, the side of his lip twitching into a smirk. "Oh please. Girls are into me—they just don't admit it." You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms. "Right, keep telling yourself that, rockstar." You turned to walk away, but he followed you, putting his hands in his pockets, lazy grin intact. "What are you doing?" you asked, spinning around. "Your lipstick." He said simply. "It's smudged." You blinked at that, genuinely taken by surprise, and rushed off to the bathroom to fix your smudged lipstick. When you came back, he was still by the wall. Still waiting. And this was how it all began.

After that event, he followed you everywhere, as if he had nothing better to do. You threw your bag at him and make him carry your stuff, order him around like he was your personal assistant, and he'd just... do it. He followed suit without complaint or hesitation. People began to gossip about you having tamed him, the Lee Heeseung, the one guy who didn't seem to care about popularity, was now at your beck and call. "Why are you so obsessed with me?" you asked one afternoon, bored and annoyed, looking up at him by your locker. He didn't even attempt to deny it. He just fixated his gaze at you with that same unshakable, maddening stare—and said nothing. You interpreted his silence as a yes. And somehow, without meaning to, he became a constant in your life. When your friends upset you, he'd listen—sprawled out on your bed while you ranted about Wonyoung's latest issues or Karina's new crush. He teased you mercilessly, calling you "princess" just for the sake of getting you to roll your eyes, while you repeated that you'd kick him out if it continued. But you never did. He peeled shrimp for you on your first "date"—if you could refer to it as a date—because you said that you didn't like touching them. All the other guys you had been on a date with had told you to learn how to do it yourself. Heeseung shrugs, and says, "Then don't peel it." He once got your coffee order wrong—matcha oat latte instead of matcha jasmine—and you caused a bit of a scene. He apologized by getting on his knees in the café, mumbling "Please forgive me, your highness," and you just let everyone stare. You probably should have been embarrassed. Instead, you were laughing.  He drove you mad—the cockiness, the way he'd lean in just to say something provocative, the way he took any insult you threw and smiled as if it turned him on.

Obviously, it turned him on. It had to. Why else would he shove you against your locker, the cold metal against your back, a stark contrast to the feverish heat of his body? His hands gripped your waist simultaneously, possessive and sure, as if he were claiming you in the middle of a crowded hallway. He was kissing you as if starving, all teeth and tongue, and you were letting him.   But the moment you noticed her conversing with him, you felt a fire in your chest. You reminded yourself that it wasn't jealousy—you didn't do jealousy—but the way you dug your nails into your palm to keep yourself from reacting and the fact that you couldn't concentrate on anything your friends were saying suggested otherwise. Chaewon was quick to catch on. "Oh, she's brave," she murmured under her breath as she motioned toward the girl laughing a bit too forcefully at something Heeseung said near the lockers. "She's not gonna be for long..." Karina said with a sly glance toward Wonyoung, smirking as they both exchanged glances. You didn't even need to say anything, they already knew. By the time lunch had finished, the girl was teary-eyed and avoiding Heeseung's side of the hallway altogether— your friends had handled it. You didn't even ask how; you didn't need to. The message was clear: nobody touches what's yours, even if you'd never said he was. Later, Heeseung found you sitting cross-legged on the bench in the courtyard, chit-chatting with your friends about someone's break-up, and he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "You shouldn't have done that," he said quietly. "It wasn't that deep."

You didn't even look up at him. "Maybe not for you."

He was still trying to defend himself, tripping over justifications of "it's not what it looked like," but you hardly paid attention. The annoyance bubbling inside of you wasn't going away, and on top of it all, he looked uncomfortable, and that made it even worse. "Are you finished?" you interrupted, narrowing your eyes. "Because all I'm hearing is stupid." "Y/n, I swear—she was just asking about the assignment," Heeseung interjected, his voice low but desperate. "Uh huh?" You leaned back against the bench, crossing your legs. "And I should believe you? You certainly looked cozy for someone just talking about homework." Your friends, sitting beside you, stole sidelong glances—Karina biting back a grin, Wonyoung whispering "He's so done for." Heeseung stuttered, then let out a sharp breath. He dropped his hands to his sides, then dropped to his knees on the hard cement, bowing his head ever so slightly. The sound of it made the conversation around you pause. Everyone saw what happened. But he didn't care. "Seriously?" Chaewon muttered under her breath, watching Heeseung kneel. "That's a little wild." You tilted your head and pretended to care. "Maybe he finally learned how to listen." Heeseung lifted his gaze, eyes soft and pleading. "I'm sorry," he said softly. "I really messed up. Just—look at me, please." You ignored him and picked up your phone like he wasn't even there. "Anyway," you said to your friends, "did you hear that new transfer got kicked from the team already? Pathetic." Karina smirked. "You're really gonna leave him like that?" "He likes it," you said flatly. You didn't even look up at him. Your words made Heeseung look down again, bite his lip, but he didn't move. He kept his hands neatly rested on his thighs, the image of obedience—which for some reason made your heart race even faster. After some time, you finally exhaled, placing your phone down before looking over at him. "You know everyone's looking, right?" He nodded once. "I don't care." You raised an eyebrow. "You don't care that they're seeing you like this?" "I don't care what they think," he reiterated, his voice a bit rough, but steady. "As long as you'll forgive me." Your heart betrayed you by doing a small, dumb flip. You turned your head to conceal it with a smirk. "You're ridiculous." "Maybe so," he said quietly. "But I'm your ridiculous." That made Karina choke on her drink, and Chaewon muttered, "God, he's whipped." You rolled your eyes as you stood up slowly. He looked up at you like you'd hung the moon, still waiting for you to say something. You brushed a thumb over his cheek, hesitating briefly, before pulling back and whispering, "Stay there. Maybe next time you'll think before you attempt to test me."

Heeseung nodded, breath catching just slightly. "Yes, ma'am." You smirked and turned back to your friends, pretending that everything was normal, as if nothing had just happened—him, still kneeling at your feet, perfectly in place. And the funny thing is that he looked like he liked it there.  The following day, you didn't expect him to be waiting by your locker. You barely had time to blink before Heeseung's hand gripped the metal near your head. The other wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer until your back hit the cold surface. "Heeseung-" you started, but lost your voice when his mouth collided with yours. It wasn't gentle or quiet like yesterday's apology. It was hungry—like he'd been thinking about all last night about your expression when you made him kneel. About the smirk you shot him before turning your back and walking away. Gasping echoed through the hallway. Someone dropped their book. You heard Wonyoung somewhere behind you gasp, "Oh my god, he's actually doing this." When he finally pulled away, his breathing was ragged and his forehead was pressed to yours. "You can embarrass me all you want," he whispered, just loud enough for only you to hear, "but I'm not going to let any one else think they can have you." Your lips curled as your heart raced. "So this is your way of staking a claim?" He grinned and his eyes darkened, full of something dangerous. "More like, providing a reminder." You turned to the crowd again and then back to him. "You know everyone is watching again, right?" Heeseung just shrugged, his thumb running along your jawline. "Good." Before you could even think of a witty comeback, he kissed you again, but slower, like a promise.

[0martini]

♡˖ ⊹ how sweet 03 !

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you walk into your 12pm chemistry class, you say hi to some people as you walk to the middle seats. you see danielle and jungwon already sat down and talking.

you smile to them and sit beside danielle, “hey guys,” you say sweetly. they both turn to you, “hey y/n!” jungwon replies as danielle kisses your face repeatedly.

you laugh softly as your brows furrow and pull her away. you take out your laptop and notes, “where’s miss smith?” you ask. danielle replies, “she’s not here today so it’s like some rando sub. he’s chill.”

you watch some of the videos assigned by the teacher, taking down some notes as dani and jungwon joke around with you.

“oh my— y/n! riki is interested in you,” jungwon comments. you look, “what?”

“yeah! like he asked if you had a boyfriend, he asked me when you had this class, he calls you beautiful all the time,” he says. you raise your brows, “oh… yeah he’s been texting me but i thought he was just.. i dunno?”

dani tilts her head, “y/n. you are not that oblivious.”

jungwon smiles past you, “riki!”

you turn and see riki putting his backpack down, sitting down next to you. he stares down at you as he sits down, “wassup?” he says.

you throw a soft polite smile, “hey.”

jungwon and him talk while dani copies down your notes. you hear a girl behind you, “riki, are you still coming over tonight?”

you furrow your brows softly, puffing out your cheeks. riki sighs heavily, he doesn’t even turn around while replying, “i never said im coming over.”

the girl leans closer, touching his undercut, “yes you—“

he bucks away, “don’t touch me,” he glares back to her. “i don’t even know you and you’re saying weird shit.”

jungwon glances over to the girl and looks at riki, “dude,” he chuckles. riki looks up at you, “you good?”

you glance around, “yeah,” you nod softly.

dani clears her throat. you look at dani, “alright— well, let’s talk about our project!” jungwon says as riki looks at your laptop.

you look back at him, “what are you doing?”

“what are you working on?” he asks. you slide your notes, “my child dev class..”

“you have that class?” he asks once again. you hum, “i’m gonna be a teacher,” you say with a smile. he huffs, “that’s a cool job.”

it was mostly calm for the rest of chem class. riki noticed how you bite your lip when you’re stuck on something, how you have organized tabs for each of your class, or how your perfume smells like vanilla and plants.

you had just gotten done with your last client of the day at 9pm. you sigh softly as you turn down sza’s music so it’s just barely heard.

you began to clean up your nail desk as you hear a loud knock. you jump and toss the wipe to the side. you open the door and see riki standing there.

his black puffer soaked with rain and his hands rubbing against reach other. you tilt your head, “uh… what are you doing here?” you ask.

he looks at you, “just wanted to stop by. brought.. brought some food for you.”

you smile softly, “thanks… how’d you find out where my dorm is?”

“uh..”

“jungwon?”

“yeah.”

“can you take off your shoes and the puffer?” you ask softly and you open the door to let him inside. riki sighs to himself as he looks around your comfy dorm.

there’s flower and disney lego sets, with framed pictures of your friends and family. even a edited one of you as the queen of hearts. plants and a lit up candle that smells like laundry. a light blue beanbag that’s beside your grey couch, the only lit up spot is your nail desk.

he sees a pink american flag with cameron on it, which makes him chuckle softly. you turn, “what?”

“did cam get you that?” he points to the flag. you don’t even turn around because you already knew.

“yes,” i sigh deeply. “he’s an idiot.”

“yeah…”

you sit on a stool that’s for your kitchen island, “so.. you brought food?”

“yeah— yeah… i brought ramen for you. i just wanted to drop it off, i gotta go though. wanted to stop.. by?” riki replies. you look at him, “alright,” you smile.

“thanks.”

“yeah… bye,” he waves off quickly as he walks out. you get up and lock the door. riki is weird to you. why is he nice? whatever.

riki knocks on another door, it opens. he looks up and see hana, the girl from your chem class that he blew off. she smiles, “hey niki,” she kisses his jaw. he hums as he walks in, “what’s up..” he replies barely.

hana started to kiss on him instantly, riki wasn’t feeling her at all. he thought about your smell, your softness while the girl rubs his abs. he stares up at the ceiling with a blank stare.

hana lifts up, “you okay?” she asks, her voice muffled from kissing on neck. riki huffs, “shut up.”

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[0martini]

hey guys! new chap coming out for HOW SWEET, and i’m gonna work on your martin (CRUSH) reqs!🩶

[katvalentinez]

WALK TO CLASS.

IN WHICH… Martin finally builds up the courage to ask you out on a date!

authors note - this is kind of like friends to lovers but they’re a little bit shy towards each other so acquaintances to lovers ?? 😭 anyways enjoy!

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Martin stared down at his bouquet of flowers. He had decided today was the day he would finally ask you out. he rubbed his sweaty palms on his jeans as he looked around for any sight of you.

Martin wasn’t sure how this crush developed but he knew it happened faster than he could process it. Before he knew it, he would catch himself looking over at you whenever he made a joke to see if you’d crack a smile. Or when he’d catch himself thinking of you whenever he listened to sappy love songs. The feeling was all so strange to him. I mean, yeah..he had crushes before but none of them took over his entire brain the way you did.

MONDAY! Martin sat back in his desk as he watched all of his classmates take their seat. It was unusual for you to be late to class. Martin let out a breath of relief he didn’t know he was holding in when he saw you enter class with your head hanging low. You sigh as you sit down next to him and place your belongings down.

“Hey..” He says coming off more shy than he wanted to sound.

“Hi.” You say with a soft smile.

Martin thinks of things he could say to break the weird awkwardness thats in the air. “Turn that frown upside down man.” He says shaking his head and pointer finger dramatically.

“Shut up.” Is all you manage to say, letting out a giggle you tried to contain. “yesterday, I tried studying for the upcoming science exam but not even my notes were helping. I’m so cooked.” You say with a loud sigh as your hands go up to rub your forehead.

“It’s okay! I’ve been told to be great at science..work.” Martin says with an unconvincing tone.

“I’m good, I don’t want BOTH of us to fail.” you say which leads to both of you sharing a laugh.

TUESDAY! Martin left his class and practically ran to find you. Once he did, he slowed his pace down and walked up to you as if nothing had happened.

“What class are you going to?” Martin said in between heavy breaths. Throwing a smug smile at you.

“Are you good?” You stop walking and wait for him to catch his breath. “Didn’t you have gym before this? Whatever we’re doing in there, I do NOT want to do.”

Martin let out a chuckle, finally calming down. “The crazy part is, I didn’t even participate.” He said shrugging and shaking his head. “What class are you going to right now?”

“Gym.” You say looking over at him. “You?”

“Spanish.” He says nodding.

“Isn’t spanish over there?” You say pointing behind you.

“Yeah, I know. I just wanted to walk you to class.” Martin says, the last part coming out quieter than he wanted to sound.

“Oh.” Is all you can say before turning your head the other way to hide the blush forming on your face. “That’s nice of you.” You say smiling at him before looking straight ahead.

As you two neared your class, you thanked Martin and said your goodbyes before turning around and leaving.

“Is that the boy, you’re always talking about?” Your friend asks, turning her head around to try to get a good glance at martin.

“Shut up!” you say whisper-shouting, hand coming up to slap your friends shoulder.

Martin couldn’t contain the smile plastered on his face as he walked back to his respective class. He hoped that “the boy” was him and not some other guy. He swears up and down it is him, he just can’t prove it…yet.

WEDNESDAY! School passed by slower than usual, Martin swung his backpack onto his shoulders, looking around for any signs of you. He smiled once he saw you walking towards him. Ever since Tuesday it feels like you’ve been more talkative towards him. This morning, you initiated conversation with him a total of three times! And now youre walking up to him willingly? He’s sure life doesn’t get better than this.

“Hey!” You say grabbing onto the straps of your backpack.

“Oh, hey!” He says. “So how was school?”

“It was okay. Boring but okay.”

Martin smiles. “It felt longer than usual, right?”

“bro yes!” you say nodding.

The door opened and you were hit with the cold breeze. You crossed your arms to try to get any sort of warmth. Martin noticed and contemplated on giving you his sweater.

“Do you wanna wear my sweater?” He finally says, cringing at how unsure of himself he sounded.

“Really?” You say looking at him with furrowed eyebrows. “Oh shoot, thank you!” you say grabbing the sweater from his hand. “But now youre gonna be cold…”

Martin just shrugs. “It’s alright, a little breeze won’t hurt me.” It so does tho, he can hardly understand how you survived a whole minute without a sweater.

The walk home was filled with Martin making most of the conversation but he didn’t mind. He was content with being able to talk to you for this long, so when you asked him if he wanted to call and maybe study for the upcoming science exam - who was he to say no?

6:30 PM. Martin stares at the new number in his phone. Awaiting for the sound of your voice to come up on the other line. Nothing. Martin decides to try one more time...TWO more times for safe measures. He sighs before pressing the call button and putting the phone up to his ear. The next try is as unsuccessful as the other. He didn’t know why this whole thing had him so upset. It’s not like he WANTED to study for science but he sure did want to talk to you. Friday was approaching and he stared at his boquete of flowers in the corner of his room. This whole plan to confess his undying love for you felt useless if you clearly didnt reciprocate those feelings.

THURSDAY! You watched as Martin took his seat next to you. A frown evident on his face. You knew why.

“Listen, Im sorry!” You say, immediately folding under no pressure. “I was looking forward to studying with you but I just ended up accidentally taking a nap. I’m really really sorry! And now we’re both going to actually fail the science exam because of me.” you take Martins sweater from your lap and give it to him with your head hung low.

Martin thought it was funny that the reason you thought he was upset was because he wanted to study for some stupid exam. It made forgiving you so easy. “It’s okay..” he says chuckling. “and keep it. you rock it better than me.” Martin shrugged and watched as you smiled at him.

“True.” You say with a playful eye roll.

“Matter of fact, give me my sweater back!” Martin says teasingly as he puts his hand out.

“I was kidding!” you say laughing.

FRIDAY! so here he was, sitting on the ground and leaning back on someone’s locker, bouquet in hand, outside of your class. he wasn’t sure if skipping class for this would be worth it if you said no but he’d find out soon.

meanwhile inside of your class you chat with your friend about all the interactions you and martin have ever had, analyzing every little thing.

your friend looked unamused as she watched you go on and on. “You know who you’re kind of sounding like right now? that one girl who fell in love with her psychiatrist.”

You gasp. “I’m not crazy tho! This is real to me..” you say placing your hands on your heart dramatically. “he wants me so bad..” you say shrugging, laughing as you see your friend give you a playful glare.

You two watch as the teacher calls out student names and gives them heart shaped candy lollipops to students whose friend or partner bought for them. Your name gets called out and you walk over to the teacher to grab it from her, you walk back to your friend and mouth the word thank you to her.

“I didn’t give you that flavor..” she says squinting, taking the lollipop from your hand and flipping the note over to see who got it. her eyes widen. “maybe he does want you.”

“what!” you say, immediately snatching the lollipop from her hand. your hand comes up to your mouth as you read what it says,

FROM: MARTIN

P.S: meet me when class is over !!!

you resist the urge to leap out of your seat and start celebrating. “I knew I wasn’t crazy..” you say grabbing your friend’s shoulders and shaking them.

you check the time to see that theres five minutes left until it’s time to go home.

you rush out to grab all your belongings, making an effort to be last just in case he does some big surprise on you. you immediately see him waiting for you at the door with his hands behind his back. you wait for him to say something but he can hardly even think now that the moment hes been waiting for is finally happening.

“So..uhh..” he says coughing. “I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date..or like somewhere to eat..” he says, revealing the flowers he had behind him and taking out a sealed envelope.

“Yeah! Sure! I would love to!” you say smiling from ear to ear as you take the belongings from out his hand and hug him.

Martin can hardly believe this is actually happening, he hugs you back even tighter with the biggest smile plastered on his face.

maybe skipping class for this wasn’t so bad after all.

ʚɞ

ENDING NOTE: this isn’t proofread so if there are any errors i’ll fix them later 😭 also this is my first time writing anything this lengthy so be nice plz 💔

[0martini]

hey guys, if you would like inspo from my stories, please let me know!☺️ love you guyss

[0martini]

since y/n and martin got tgt in crush, can i ask how many more chapters theres gonna be? LOVE the story btw

i planned to drop another chapter for like some extras like their insta stories and fan interactions! BUT TUMBLR DECIDED TO DELETE IT WHEN I PUT IT IN MY DRAFTS??

but if there is anything specific that you guys want like they go like.. snowboarding??? or like she goes to his concert just lmk!! i’m gonna redo the chapter i had coming : p !!!

[0martini]

♡˖ ⊹ how sweet 02 !

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lara and manon sing die for you by the weeknd loudly as danielle giggles an records them. you drive to cameron’s frat, his frat was always super crowded and loud.

well… you expected it to be like that but it’s just too much sometimes.

you park in one of the garages cameron had reserved for you. you were a sophomore in college while cameron was a junior, so everybody knew you two.

you four get out of the car as you fix your frankie costume, reapplying your lip liner and gloss. lara holds your hand as you guys walk into the huge backyard.

“oh my gosh, it reeks of sweat,” manon says with a soft laugh. dani looks around as you hear somebody shout your name, “y/n! Y/N!” you turn and see cameron with a huge bottle in his hand.

you smile, “hey cam— are you drunk already?” you tilt your head as cameron laughs loudly, “man, i’m a party rocker!”

you make a face at him as you nod softly, “alright than—“

“y/n— you should take a shot!” cameron smiles. you furrow your brows, “no.. i don’t think i should.”

cameron whines, he’s so drunk. “just one! for your big brother!” cameron shines his white teeth. you puff out your cheeks, “one.”

— — —

you and manon were in the kitchen as you watch cameron talk and laugh with people; you were waiting for him to pour your shot.

you feel a gaze on you, you look around and see riki. he was dressed as nothing but dressed in a full black outfit with his hood on. you smile softly and wave, he stares at you and nods his head up.

you look away and cameron gives you a shot, it looked like strawberry mixed with blueberry and 99% patron and pink whitney. you glance up to cameron, he was smiling down at you, “drink up, manny and y/n!”

manon laughs softly as she takes the shot, you sigh as you take the shot quickly. you furrow your brows and drink your lemonade quickly, “ew— cameron— that shit is disgusting.”

cameron cheers loudly as he looks around, “yo— y/n! riki called you sexy— no! no! he called you cute.. no.. he called you—“

“cute. it was cute,” you turn and see jake. you smile, “hey jake!” he smirks and hugs you softly, “how are you?” he asks.

you hum, “good.”

manon and jake hug softly as jake looks at you, “uh… riki actually wants to talk to you.”

“why?”

“he just does.”

you puff out your cheeks (a habit) again, “kay. manon, want me to walk you to lara and dani?”

“nope! i see lara twerking on her…” manon says with a smile. you nod, “be back.”

you walk to riki as he rolls a blunt, a girl touching on his biceps. you smile awkwardly, “jake said you wanted to.. talk to me?” you say sweetly.

riki looks up, “yeah.. get off me,” he moves the girl off of him as she looks at me. her face scrunches into envy for a second before recognizing you, “oh, hey y/n! look at my nails! they’re four weeks and still perfect!”

she shows you the pink french tip you did for her, you smile. “glad to see my girls are satisfied.”

riki stands up, “wanna go to the pool?” he asks. you glance around, “uh.. sure?” you keep your soft smile on your face.

he walks to the back, sitting on some couch that cameron and his roommates have near the pool. you sit beside him, some inches away as you turn your body to him.

“so… you okay?” you ask him. he looks at you, his eyes low and red as he sparks his blunt. you raise your brows, “i’m good. just wanted to see you closer,” he says.

you tilt your head, “uh.. okay,” you smile. he stares at you— riki didn’t.. never spoke to you. he asked for math notes sometimes and dropped off his little sister at your house for an appointment but it was only that.

never a hi or even a look. this feels wrong.

you sigh softly as he touches your polka dot tie, “you look beautiful, right now,” he comments, it felt more like it was supposed to be in his head.

you look at his hand, his fingers tracing the shape of the tie. his hand goes to your back as he pulls you closer, “how come we’ve never talked before?” he asks, sitting up straighter.

you had to back up a bit, he was too tall. you keep your polite smile as you shrug and answer him, “our crowds aren’t the same.”

“they could be,” he suggests. you tilt your head as he licks his lip piercing. you glance down at it, he smirks.

“you like it,” he takes his hand off of your lower back.

“i made jay do it for me.”

“jay is sweet,” you say to him. riki furrows his brows, “he’s alright.”

sunoo and jungwon walk up, “y/n! hello to you!” sunoo smiles as he turns his head slowly to riki.

“sunghoon and heeseung need you, in their room. now.”

riki puts his hands up, “chill out, sunoo. i’m just talking to y/n.”

riki looks at you, “see you soon, y/n. have a good night,” he walks off.

sunoo bites his tongue as jungwon smiles at your brightly, “y/n! i’ve missed you!” he hugs you. sunoo stares at riki walk away with a sharp glare, “y/n, you okay?” he asks, quickly turning to you.

you smile and nod, “i’m good! only one shot.”

you huff loudly as you shut the door to your apartment. you finally take off your costume, your apartment was only lit up by a candle on the kitchen counter.

you hear your phone ding in your purse, you grab it out and plop on the couch.

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♡˖ ⊹ how sweet 01 !

masterlist — next

twice plays softly in your car as you drive down the street, you turn and see riki’s house. cameron had told you before that he has two roommates— sunoo and jake.

there was a bunch in people in the front of the house, girls and guys. there was loud music and it heavily smelt like weed. you park across the street the street and get out your car.

you grab your purse and car keys, locking your car— you walk up to the front door. girls wave to you, you were very known because you did everybody’s nails all the time.

you smile and wave as you walk into the house. you look around as you try to dodge the high and sweaty bodies. you see sunoo, you walk up to him.

“hey sunoo!” you greet in your cheery voice. sunoo turns around, “oh hey!” he replies.

you smile as he asks you, “what are you doing here?”

you fix your grey sweats as you glance around, “m’looking for riki..”

sunoo tilts his head, “riki? wha— don’t tell me you’re smoking…” he says. you shake your head quickly, “i’m here for cam.”

sunoo walks you over to the other side of the living room, you see a lanky blonde with an undercut sitting menspread on the black couch.

girls were giggling to him but he doesn’t even look at them, you see heeseung next to him as he talks to one of the girls.

“riki! somebody is here to see you,” sunoo kicks his ankle as you see riki look up. he wore a full chrome heart outfit with the piercings and rings to match.

he looks you up and down as he licks his lip piercing, “who’s this?” he asks lowly. you smile softly, “i’m cameron’s little sister. y/n—“

riki takes note of your comfy outfit in the environment you came in.

“cameron is ugly though,” riki comments. you tilt your head, “okay..”

“you’re cute,” he adds. sunoo smiles quickly, “alright! let’s just give my girl the stuff, kay?” he says sharply as he glares at riki.

sunoo didn’t want you to get involved with riki. he’s trouble, he sells weed, he’s an asshole, their house is the party house, he acts like he doesn’t care about school, he hooks up with girls.

you on the other hand, you’re sweet, you’re an academic weapon. you’re to yourself, only with your friend group.. you’re known by a lot but don’t come outside. sunoo didn’t want you to get corrupted.

riki chuckles as he stands up, you wide your eyes when you finally see how tall is he beside you. you back up a bit and glance at sunoo— who sighs heavily as he looks at riki.

riki looks down at you as he hands you the bag of weed, “uh— has he paid you?” you ask. riki nods, “all good.”

you hum and turn to sunoo, “alright! bye sunoo, love you! bye riki, thanks,” you wave bye. sunoo smiles and riki stares at you walk out.

sunoo looks back at riki, “don’t try to get at her,” he says. riki shrugs, “she’s a cutie.”

“she doesn’t need to be near you.”

“she’s near you though,” riki points his finger at sunoo. sunoo side eyes him, “you’re bad news.”

“you’re my friend though,” riki laughs. sunoo shakes his head, “no more, nishimura riki.”

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fake vampires

☆ nishimura riki — business major

☆ lee heeseung — social sciences & history major

☆ jay park — engineering major

☆ sim jaeyun (jake) — computer sciences major

☆ park sunghoon — psychology major

☆ kim sunoo — education major

☆ yang jungwon — biological sciences major

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4 brain cells + cameron

☆ y/n l/n — education major

☆ cameron l/n your older brother — business major

☆ lara raj — visual + performing arts major

☆ manon bannerman — arts major

☆ danielle marsh — journaling major

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how sweet

☆ summary one day, riki gets a text from the known nail tech asking for a pound for her older brother. he was hesitant about her at first but his interest creeps up quickly which leads him to get the girl.

☆ pairing flirty plug!riki x sweetheart!fem!reader

☆ genre flufffff, some suggestive talking lol. riki is sweet to the gal but nonchalant and rude to others

☆ author’s note guys my writing is bad and the story moves quickly 😭 bare with me

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00 character introductions ;

4 brain cells + fake vampires

01 cameron is ugly though

02 halloween party feels

03 bitch is that mookie?!

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